I felt him stare down at me, "Kneel, you brat." he muttered, clearly pissed.
I looked directly into his eyes, my eyebrow raising questioning him, biting my lip.
I noticed I was biting it which is a nervous tick of mine so I stopped, not wanting him to get the impression I was nervous. I had no reason to be after all.
Instead I turned my lips into a full on smirk challenging him.
"No, actually I'm okay. I'm perfectly fine standing, and I'm perfectly fine with making my own decisions." I said as I pushed my finger into his chest harshly.
He quickly grabbed a hold of my wrist, pulling my ponytail back forcefully with his other open hand.
"OW YOU ASSHO-" he let go of my wrist and slapped me across the face. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have me stunned in shock.
"You're sure you want to finish that sentence? Seems you're the one stuck here." He said smirking, pulling on my ponytail a bit harder to remind me of that.
Tears were brought to my eyes but I refused to let them spill.
"Well let's have some fun then, shall we you brat?" Xander muttered in my ear.
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Fictional story in a fictional world.
18+ story, Hardcore Bdsm, Smut, DDLG, Possible CNC/ CNC age regression. TW in the beginning of those chapters.
Please read at your own risk.
Takes place in a different time beginning of the 1800s
Men can discipline and control their wives.
They are considered property.
Updated frequently *daily if possible * unedited.
Typically every 3 or less part will contain smut 🔥 in title. (I really suggest reading the end of not quite though)
Not edited!
Part of 1 of series
Contains:spousal abuse, gore, and death.
"I don't care if she was asking for it. You are a lady; you will act and hold yourself as such. It isn't your job to defend yourself; it's mine. You are a lady with a husband; your husband speaks for you in public. You embarrassed me! You are incredibly lucky I didn't decide to go outside the church, get a switch, and spank your ass right outside the church and not in the comfort of our home. Now, slide off your garments." He says to me, leaning over the dresser, that the paddle is within reach.
I glance at the door.
"Don't fucking think about it. Take off your garments now." He says it plainly at me as he watches my hesitation.
"Please. I won't do it again; I'll listen. I promise." I plead with him as tears stream down my face.
"Oh, you will be. You arent even listening to me now. Take them off now and lean on the edge of the bed." He says he is rubbing his hand over his lower face in frustration.
I knew he easily overpowered me by over 100 pounds.
I knew he wanted me to do it. I didn't want to make matters worse for myself.
I slide my underwear off in humiliation. Leaning over the edge of the bed. I bury my face in the mattress.
I hear his shuffling steps on the ground as my dress is raised over my waist.
The cold air hit my lower half.
I can feel his presence behind me.
My arms sit by my waist, firmly holding onto my dress.
"Move your arms above your head and keep them there." He snaps at me suddenly.
I shake as I bring my hands above my head.
"Count." He says this before the harshness of the paddle slams into my skin.