1. Domestic Discipline part 1


    Date: 12/12/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Warrior5706, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Been with my wife for f******n years now. Although some may disagree, I find her beautiful. True she is getting a bit of a belly, but she has a round mouth, wet pussy and a tight ass, all of which I can use at will. She has accepted the fact that I am the head of the household and with a little of the right type of training she would be a very good submissive. It’s a work in progress. She has accepted the fact that I believe in domestic discipline. We have rules in our house, some written, others not. She knows the rules and knows what is in store for her when they are broken. Usually when she crosses the set boundaries she gets an old fashioned spanking and then a good multi-orgasm fuck. She also knows that there is one rule that is unbreakable and non-negotiable. I do not allow illeagal d**gs in my house. None, nil, nada, zip and zero. I believe that grass should be legal, but even if it was, I don’t want it in my house. Call me a prude if you want, what YOU think of me is none of my business. So six months ago when she asked if her adult daughter could move in with us, the first thing I said was make damn sure that she knows that I don’t want d**gs of any kind in this apartment and if I found out that she brought any into the apartment she would be gone immediately. I also said that she needed to help around the place. The wife agreed and we allowed her to move in. Things went well for a while and although she didn’t help around the house like I thought she should, the ...
    wife was ok with it so I went with the flow. Until her mother and I came home early one day and caught her red-handed smoking pot on the balcony. She was sitting on the balcony with the blunt to her lips when we walked in, she saw us, hesitated and quickly threw it over the rail. Even if I over looked the fact that the place reeked of pot it was too late. At first she denied it, even after I retrieved the blunt from the grass. She claimed that it must of been from the neighbor down stairs. I bluffed and said that he wasn’t home and the thing still had a cherry on it. I told her she had twenty-four hours to move out. The color drained from her face and she ran into her bedroom. The wife started to say something and I said, “don’t! She knows the rules and she broke them.” She protested a little, knowing that it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Finally she said, “Let her stay and you can punish me any way you want.” “Tempting, but no, why should I punish you for something you didn’t do, unless you knew about this was happening.” “Did you?” The look on her face spoke volumes. “We’ll speak about that later.” The tone in my voice caused a concerned look on her face. She went and knocked on her daughter’s door while I turned the news on the idiot box. About fifteen minutes later my wife led them out of the bedroom and announced, “Missy wants to talk to you.” I replied, “There isn’t anything to talk about.” But that didn’t stop her from talking anyway. She started out with an apology and a ...
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