Chapter 11
by 
batman4
What's next?
Pick her up off the mat.
Your mind goes several places at once.
My wife is down, demeaned, and most of all, defenseless.
That does open the door to a variety of punishments (or pleasures) you could subject her to.
No doubt any one of them would be immensely entertaining to the capacity crowd that’s been watching all the action unfold since the opening bell.
“Fuuucckkk…” There she goes again, moaning like a slut with her current bodily posture reflecting as much.
You finally land on a suitable option.
Stalking forward with a resolute expression, you step to the side of her lowered, prone form while reaching down with one hand.
Reaching and grabbing a stern fistful of her raven hair.
She’s still moaning.
You slowly pull on those long locks, peeling Kelsey’s face off the mat and up into the air.
Her face is still groggy, to no surprise.
Eyes fluttering. Mouth almost drooling.
But she is up, held up on her knees by yours truly.
Not for long, of course.
“Should’ve stayed in the kitchen, bitch,” you taunt her, before proceeding to…