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Ω Jack

Role Play:  he gets a text before heading home

It’s just a few minutes before quitting time at work, which is always the same time, every day. 

His phone alerts him to an incoming text.

 It’s from the wife, and it says, “After you walk in the door, go to the bedroom, strip, and take a shower.  Expect to stay naked for the evening.” 

“Oh, shit,” he says, just audibly, “I’m in for a very bad time, tonight.” 

  He drives home, wondering what he did, what he can do to make up for it, if there’s a way to get out of whatever she has in store.  

  Nothing occurs to him by the time he arrives home.

 He parks, enters the front door, goes to the bedroom, undresses, goes to the bathroom, gets in the shower, washes and rinses, gets out of the shower, and dries off,  and goes to the living room. 

She is seated, and rises to greet him, holding the zombie killer, and says, “Over the chair.” 

  He goes to the chair, bends over the back of it.  She stands behind him, and delivers twenty strokes of the paddle, square along his mid- and lower buttocks.

  He yelps in pain, as he calls out the number of each swat.  

“Laundry in the dryer, bring it in, fold it, put it away,” she says. 

   He does so.  He reports to her, “Done.”

  She nods, and says, “Over the chair.”  He bends over the chair, and she applies thirty swats, as he moans and counts

. “Come help me serve dinner.”

   He does so, and they eat at the table in silence, as he wiggles in the chair, trying to get comfortable. 

She finishes, and gets up.  “Let me know when the table is cleared, and the dishes are washed or in the dishwasher.”

   She goes to the living room; he begins clearing the table and dealing with the dishes.  Finished, he goes into the living room.

  She looks up; he says, “All done.”

  She gets up, and points at the chair with the paddle.  He bends over it.  She applies forty swats as he moans and counts. 

She goes to sit down, saying, “The bathroom needs cleaning, tub, toilet, sink, counter, and floor.” 

He sniffles and nods

. An hour or so later, he reports to her, “Finished.” 

She nods and stands up, and points, with the paddle, to the chair.

  He bends over it. She applies fifty swats as he cries out and counts.

  “In the corner, over there, on your knees, back straight, hands on your head.”   He goes, and kneels.

  He is still there, some time later, when he hears her announce, “You may get up, whenever.  I’m going to bed.  You sleep on the couch.” 

He stood up slowly, and turned around.

 She was out of the room, by the time he looked.

 He went to fetch a blanket and pillow, and put them on the couch.  

He went into the kitchen to get some water,  happened to glance at the calendar on the wall, and realized, he had forgotten her birthday.

"You just hold still.   I am done when I say I am done!"