Her new life

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)

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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.