“OK,” he said as he took the cap off of the pen. “RULES” and wrote that across the top of the pad. “One, You will live in this house as dick head’s wife and perform all stereotypical wifely house hold duties with the exception of having physical contact with said dick head. Two, you will give your body to your husband……,”
“But you just said I didn’t have to have sex with him.” She whined.”
“Woof,…” Dave continued. “at his pleasure and you will perform any sexual service that he demands. Three, you are to remain nude while you are inside of this house at all times, the exception being, when you are getting dressed to leave the house and you will have five minutes to get undressed once you are back in the house. Three, you cannot say no to any male in this house except dick head and there are three other exceptions this rule. One, no one can force you to leave the house. If I have instructed someone to collect you, they will have a note signed by me or I will have notified you in advance of their arrival. Exception two, No one can tell you to take drugs of any kind, including alcohol unless you choose to. Exception three, you will not obey any order or request that “you believe” will do permanent or excessive damage to you. Four, you will sleep in dick head’s bed. Five, just to be clear, you do not have to have sex with dick head, you do not have to touch him in any way and you do not have to do anything he requests or demands of you, you may however, do any or all of the above things if you so choose. If I decide that I need to modify these rules and or add more I will do so as the need arises.”
Dave turned to Shannon. “Do you understand these rules?”
“Yes.” She said.
“Do you have any questions regarding these rules?”
“No.” was her response.
Dave looked at his watch. Then he turned to me. “Do you understand them and do you have any questions?
“What constitutes excessive damage?” I asked.
“Cuts or scrapes that cannot be covered with a standard three inch band-aid bandage. More blood than would ordinarily result from a wound that might be covered with a standard three inch band-aid bandage. Third degree burns of any kind and any activity that “she thinks” might result in a broken bone or concussion. Any other questions?
I couldn’t think of any, but I was sure that I had them rolling around inside of my head, they just wouldn’t fall out.
Dave looked at his watch again.
“Take off your clothes cunt.”
“Get me a belt dick head.”
“What?” I asked surprised.
“That fucking leather thing that holds your pants up. Get me one.”
I got a brown leather dress belt about an inch wide and handed it to Dave.
“Grab your ankles and spread your legs slut.”
“Whoa Dave, what are you going to do.” I asked concerned.
“Shut the fuck up dick head and stay out of this. I am using aversion therapy to teach this cunt to obey the rules.”
Wa… What rule did she break?”
“Not that it is any of your fucking concern, but when she said that she understood the rules and had no questions, she had five minutes to get out of her clothes. I gave her eight before I told her to strip.
Shannon was now naked, her ass was in the air and her legs were a little over three feet apart. Dave placed the buckle of the belt in his right palm and wrapped the belt around his hand until about eighteen inches remained hanging down. Then he stood ninety degrees to Shannon and swung hard, right across her ass, leaving a bright red stripe across her butt and she yelped. Again the leather whistled through the air and bit into her tender flesh. Again and again he swung and each time a little yelp escaped her lips. After about fifteen licks Dave stood behind Shannon and like a fast pitch softball pitcher swung the belt around and up between her legs, the leather popped against her pussy and she screamed. Four more times he swung brutally up into her cunt. Twice he must have connected with her clit because her knees buckled and her scream contained a groaning sound as well.
Woof watched all the commotion with attitude of detached curiosity.
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