He forced her to clean the apartment naked

Steve was fed up. He understood that his wife was independent and a feminist and that was one of the reasons he was attracted to her. It was just that for the last few weeks she’d only cared about herself, about how she looked, and all the chores were left up to him.

It wasn’t fair.

What was worse, when he cleaned the apartment while she just sat and read the latest Vogue over coffee, he felt less like a man. He didn’t know what to do, but then he figured if there was going to be a divorce, let it be with all the pomp and circumstance and decided to step in.

From a suitcase in the basement he took out a few toys he had kept from his somewhat more adventurous days, walked into the living room where his wife Laura was painting her nails and yelled at her.

“That’s enough, bitch. You’re going to listen. And right now, I want you to clean up.”

She looked at him in surprise, grinned, and burst into laughter. She laughed at him quite easily, and that was a big mistake on her part.

He showed her what he had hidden behind his back. It was a black paddle with several holes in it, designed to make the swing easier and more impactful and painful on her bare bottom. Because that was exactly what Laura was expecting.

Just as he expected, she ignored him. She’d never known him like this before. She thought he was shy and weak and letting himself be dominated by her. But while she was right that he had submissive tendencies, she had probably never heard the word switch before.

He smiled at her, making sure it was an icy laugh. He gently slapped the paddle against the palm of his other hand.

“If you like the dress you’re wearing, you’d better take it off now. And start cleaning up. I won’t say it a second time.”

She looked at him. He knew he was a pretty sight to look at, he’d always been handsome and lately he’d been trying to take out his frustrations at the gym. It wasn’t helping much with his anger, but it had sculpted a nice chest and biceps. Right now he had his shirt off and was wearing only black skinny jeans.

She put down the nail polish and screwed it on, then looked at him, challenge in her eyes. And something else, too, she thought it was a game. Foreplay. That he was going to fuck her the way she liked it.

But she was wrong.

“You got your chance,” he said sternly. He walked over to her and ripped her dress off with one hand. She screamed. Surprise, anger, probably both. If it did anything to him, it turned him on a little, and either way it gave him extra motivation.

With another quick tug, he ripped off her panties as well, she was wearing comfortable, light blue cotton ones. They were now lying torn on the floor, and were immediately joined by a plain white bra. No one could save that one either.

She stood quite naked in front of him, holding a grudge.

“If this is some kind of game, I’m not amused,” she growled. “And you’re going to buy me new underwear.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said. Then he grabbed her arm, turned her around and swatted her sharply on the ass with the paddle. She yelped. He knew exactly what she liked and it was clear that on one level she was upset, he had disturbed her and she still had two nails to paint. And of course, as a feminist, she couldn’t let anyone spank her ass.

He put down the paddle and took something out of the back pocket of his jeans.

She yelped in surprise when she found out what it was.

He wrapped a large red collar around her neck and tightened it so it wouldn’t slip on her neck. There were two chains leading from the collar and he attached them to her nipples. Then he gestured with his hand to the vacuum cleaner he had already set up in the corner and plugged in.

“I command you to dust, vacuum and mop the floor. And I advise you to do it to my satisfaction. If you ask Otherwise what, you’ll get your ass kicked. Understand?”

She looked at him with a mixture of horror and excitement. She didn’t know him like this.

“Take it off,” she pointed to the chains that were pinching her nipples. “It hurts.”

“Good, so it serves a purpose,” he nodded in satisfaction. “I suggest you start with the duster.”

She was annoyed, but had to admit she hadn’t lifted a finger in the household lately. She grumbled, but went to the closet for the duster. He was still standing there, looking sternly at her.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to help me?”

He grinned.

“I’ll be glad to help if need be. But in a different way than you expect. So go ahead. Get a move on, it’s not all day job.”

“Sometimes you can be so…”

He didn’t let her finish. He grabbed her hand again, turned her around to face him, and this time gave her two blows on her ass, one on each cheek. He pressed. Immediately her cheeks turned red and she began to stroke them.

“If you don’t want more, you’ll start cleaning up right now,” he told her calmly.

And she started cleaning. Naked, her big stiff nipples pinched into the chains that led to the collar around her neck. He loved her big breasts with their perpetually stiff nipples. He watched her body with delight as she tiptoed over to wipe the dust on top of the cabinets with a duster. She gracefully puckered her bottom as she did so.

“Hard,” he said, and she picked up the pace.

“Done,” she grunted, dropping the duster on the floor.

He didn’t like that one bit.

“Pick up that duster and put it back where it belongs.”

She looked up at him, challenge in her eyes, but she swallowed whatever was on her tongue, bent down to retrieve the duster, and her naked breasts swayed, the chains clinking.

Then she went to the vacuum cleaner. She bent down again, this time showing him her puffy ass along with her shaved pussy. She teased him. It turned him on, only he didn’t, so he had to punish her.

“Come here,” he ordered.

“You told me to suck the dust,” she objected, not even looking back at him. “Then think again next time…”

“Laura,” he said emphatically. “Talking back really doesn’t suit you. Come and get your punishment for provoking me. I’ll be gentle. If I have to go to you, it will hurt. It’s up to you.”

She looked at him. He stood there straddling her, paddle in hand, his eyes squinted in the way she always asked him to do in group photos. He looked exactly as sexy as she wanted him to, so she dropped the vacuum and walked over to him. Was it his imagination, or was she shivering a little?

He expected her to talk back. Maybe even try to argue, but she didn’t. She was looking up at him, her eyes widened, several emotions in them, curiosity among them, but he could see quite surely there that as much as the humiliated position annoyed her, he couldn’t help but be turned on by it as well.

“Turn around,” he ordered as she reached him.

She did.

“Bend over a little,” he said, extending the paddle so that she would have no doubt of his intentions. She hesitated a moment, her eyes fixed on the paddle. Finally, she leaned forward a little. He swung, but finally, just before the paddle landed on her still-rosy bottom, he slowed down a little so he wouldn’t come at her full force.

She arched her back and squealed anyway.

“Now get back to vacuuming, he ordered.”

Steve watched her and was displeased to find that she wasn’t vacuuming thoroughly. There were still specks of dust where she had already circled the floor with the vacuum.

“I suggest you vacuum well,” he said. “I’ll check. If I’m not satisfied, you’ll get your punishment. If I’m satisfied, you get a reward. So think what you’d rather do.”

“I’m doing the best I can,” she grunted, and kept vacuuming.

He let her. He watched her naked body, her belly and breasts were sweaty and the smell of her cunt pajamas was subtle in the air. It was turning him on more and more, but he controlled himself.

When she finished vacuuming, she turned to him and said sternly, “Satisfied?”

He shook his head.

“Unfortunately, no, Laura. I warned you.”

He instructed her to come to him. This time he didn’t have to prompt her a second time. He ordered her to get down on all fours and she hesitantly did so. He instructed her to bend over so that her ass was as far up on him as possible, her breasts touching the floor. She did so. She had a beautiful ass and an open cunt and he watched her for a moment, little droplets standing on the fine hairs that had escaped her attention when she shaved.

He spread himself and let the paddle fall not on her full, round cheeks, but on her gaping pussy.

She yelped in surprise and began to rub her pussy so it wouldn’t hurt.

“You may not touch yourself unless I tell you to,” he told her, and she immediately withdrew her hand. She looked up at him and finally saw what he longed to see there. There was respect there.

“Turn the vacuum cleaner back on and I want you to vacuum properly. Then wash the floor. I remind you, either I will be satisfied and reward you, or I won’t be satisfied and then it will hurt. If you think a blow right on your cunt hurts, imagine when I’m dripping wax on your nipples.”

Laura stood up. She looked up at him and he noticed that the chain had slipped from one nipple and fixed it for her. Her nipple was nice and stiff and he couldn’t resist pinching it between his fingers. She shuddered with pleasure.

“Be a good girl and you’ll get what you want,” he told her.

He watched as she sucked again, this time checking carefully one by one to make sure the speck hadn’t escaped. Then she wiped the floor. She was careful not to let her movements be provocative. She tried not to let her large breasts jiggle too much as she walked. She tried not to spit her privates at him as she bent over.

She just couldn’t control her face.

She was pink, her pupils dilated, visibly aroused, but she did as he commanded. When she hid the mop and carefully walked the damp floor barefoot to him, there wasn’t a speck of anger in her eyes. There was only lust.

“How do you think you did?” He asked her.

“I’d say I cleaned up well,” she replied. She wasn’t looking him in the eye, her gaze was on his feet. He liked that.

“Okay, I’ll go and check it now.”

Steve cautiously walked through the living room. Occasionally he bent down and ran his fingers across the floor, turning his fingers toward him and was satisfied to find that not a speck remained on them.

“Come here,” he ordered, and she came running. Indeed she did run, her large breasts bouncing wildly in the air. Her mouth contorted in pain as the chains on her nipples must have really hurt a lot, but she made it.

When she was in front of him, he lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

“You’ve been a very good girl,” he complimented her. “You’ll get your reward, just like I promised. You can determine how you wish me to do it.”

She opened her lips and ran her tongue over them. He believed it was no provocation on her part. He’d known her for five years and knew when she was aroused, and she was so terribly aroused she was practically out of control. He’d never experienced her like this before. He smiled contentedly.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” she said.

He smiled. “You’ve earned it,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. They passed the kitchen on the way, dishes drying in the sink. But that’s a job for her for another day, he thought.

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