Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Get over my lap

"Haven't you heard of listening to and obeying your husband, wife?" He asked me if his face was still serious.

"Just let me go," I said, rolling my eyes. I say this as I attempt to step away.

His grip just tightens.

He says

"What did I just tell you about rolling your eyes?" He snaps at me.

"Get over my lap, wife," he says, looking at me and letting go while sitting down on the bed.

"That's not going to happen," I said, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

"I wasn't asking you; just as you didn't ask me to go to that bookstore, now get over my knee," he says, grabbing me.

My blood starts pumping fast.

"What? You can't be serious. I'm a grown woman." I am struggling as he traps me in between his legs, easily overpowering me.

"Oh, I'm a deadly serious wife. You wanna act like a child and wander off? Have I worried about you? I'll treat you as such. Besides, being a grown woman doesn't make you immune to a spanking." He says, easily pinning my arms behind my back.

My thrashing seemingly unaffected him.

I am slowly tiring myself out.

"Don't do this to me," I say, pleading, as my efforts and my energy slowly fade.

"Why, wife, it's not like I'm going to beat you; relax." He says he is still holding me.

I eventually fall limp, my energy depleted.

"Are you done, wife?" He taunts me.

I just lay there limp, accepting whatever cruel fate had in store for me.

He lightly tugs on my hair, making my head bend back.

"I asked you a question, wife." He repeated it smugly.

"Yes, I'm done. Just fucking get it over with." I am annoyed.

He yanks my dress up.

Suddenly, there was a harsh hit from his palm, hit by the bottom.

A sharp hit that radiates fire comes down over and over. I fist my hands tightly.

Tears are falling from my face.

"5 more," he says to me. Each hit is still as painful as the last.

Alternating between sides, he finally stopped at 30.

"Will you ever go off without telling me?" He asks me firmly, still holding me in place.

"No," I managed to say in between my painful sobs.

He still doesn't let go. The same hand that had just fallen harshly on my ass now rubbed the area softly.

"Do you understand why I did that?" He asks me.

While I wanted to say that you are a dumb asshole, I didn't want to make matters worse for myself, so I told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Because I didn't tell you where I was going, you also said I was being disrespectful," I say this once I've calmed down. The floor was splattered with my tears.

He softly pulls my dress down, letting go of me and lightly tapping on my back, signaling for me to get up. I rise, softly wiping my tears away.

He stops me, softly grabbing my hand and wiping the tears away with his fingertips.

"Shh. You are okay. Everything is fine." He says he is trying to console me.

"You just can't go off like that. I was worried and sick. I definitely would have let you go if you had asked me; I am your husband. There are bad people in the world who could hurt you, and if I wasn't there to stop them, I couldn't live with myself." He says to me:

Well, Emily. His real wife.

I guess he would be worried about her; I just didn't think about telling him.

"Okay," I say softly, my breath finally, even though my ass is sore.

My lips were slightly quivering, as though I were being scolded.

He simply pulls me into his embrace and softly rubs my head, petting my hair.

He pulls away and softly kisses my lips, slowly deepening them.

I pull away. My cheeks are red.

"I should probably make some snacks for the party, yes?" I ask, trying to come up with an excuse for breaking the kiss so suddenly.

"Only if you want to." He says he is leaning back before adjusting his pants.

"Is there something you think they'd like?" I asked, looking at him.

"Maybe that cake you made earlier for the maid?" He asks in a suggestive tone.

"I can do that," I said quickly, turning on my heel and opening the door hastily. Closing it softly behind me. My sore bottom brushed against the material of the dress.

Fuck I completely forgot about the dress. I walk back upstairs and open the door.

"I forgot to change while I baked," I say with a laugh.

"I was going to tell you before you practically ran away. He teased before walking out himself.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, getting undressed so I could make a cake for his party.

I walk downstairs when I'm no longer in my dress but in clothes that I could get dirty. I see Alexander and his friends are already here. It's like they live here. Then I wondered for a second if they heard him spanking me. In horror.

"Something matter?" Alexander asked with a smirk.

"How long have your friends been here?" I ask him carefully.

"A couple hours." He says it with an even bigger smirk.

My face feels like embarrassment.

I continue to bake. I'm trying to forget about the embarrassment of these men hearing me get spanked.

"Ti ho sentito sculacciarla, cosa fa?" Harry asks with a smirk, and he glances at me, which just makes me feel even more embarrassed.

{I heard you spanking her what she did}

"ha deciso di andarsene da sola senza Carmelo e mi ha messo in imbarazzo alzando gli occhi al cielo dopo che le avevo detto di non farlo."

{she decided to go off on her own without telling me, and she embarrassed me and rolled her eyes after I told her not to}

Tony says, "Avrei fatto lo stesso con mia moglie."

{I would have done the same to my wife}