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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 | 𝗯𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲́

An indignant oasis reveals itself within the pressuring embrace of several harsh smacks; my wife's palm brushing against my pyjama-clad bottom, a dangerous move to slightly tempt fate: the unfathomable thought of whacking my cheeks, her hand cutting through the thick air to place a punitive strike on the supple curves of my backside, spinning clockwise in the centre of the embrace, a challenge she struggles to dismiss. "Watch...your...mouth..." the comeuppance of my deviant, bratty smirk lingers in the air moments before it makes an appearance across my sharpened lips, an expression Luci has detested for quite some time. I wriggle in her visual capture, twisting my fleshy pulsing body as the pupils coaxing it in turns in sync with my movements, her eyes burning a path through my anatomy as I lay sprawled out on the sofa, whining in contempt. The honed arcs my jawline creates clench in the utmost intensity, the sensory field of emotional pain I feel toward my wife's gaze perpetrating the feelings I hold. Hissing through my pearly whites, a chilled breeze passes through my fuchsia gums, a frozen gust of air connecting to the sensitives tines of my molar's nerves.

"Mmf, it's not my fault you're sensitive..." the sudden sharp tug of Luci's unoccupied hand curves around my chin to pull my face abruptly into her eyeline, the moment filled to the brim with a smear of intensity, plastered over the heaping mountain of animosity. Her breath tangles its passage around my *glistening-with-blush* cheekbones, a slow and shivering vine-like entrapment to hug my neck chillingly like a snake winding around terrified flesh. Leaning into my ear, her exhale warming my skin, her words drip from her lips like a faucet of moisture, each word a droplet coupling together to hit the sparkling abyss... "Keep talking, and you'll find out what being my wife really means..." her words of torture seep through the thickened barrier my coaxing skin is the embodiment of fear, a stroke of enmity hidden beneath her syllables. Through my pearly-white gritted teeth, I lowly mumble a handful of submissive words, letting the syllables force their stiff vowels and consonants through the toughened passage of my canines... "Yes, ma'am..." after promptly releasing her wound palm from my jaw, she continues to scold me further, her sentences disappearing into an empty abyss of my soul.

It's safe to say that each time I am ill, succumbed to the world's unholy germs, my brat-like persona can come out just as quickly as it can shy away, due to the unmatched force of my wife's good spanking arm, a kryptonite for the unsavoury taste left in the atmosphere each time an insipid comment spews from my gape, comments of apology usually following it quite promptly. However, this time the painfully spikes of red making my bottom blush aren't enough to quell my attitude like usual; to transform it into the usual 'good girl' wife I appear to be to the naked eye of an outsider, unbeknownst to my alter ego.

As my wife's hefty words resume, I come to find that they somehow only enhance my 'bratitude', the stirring feeling of displeasure possessing me. Our perky cat Snowy crosses our landing, turning his head at the unmissable sound of smacking, watching the scene unfold with full attention, a factor I've grown to hate.

Don't look at me like that, Snowy...you're no more well-behaved than me...

"Are you going to behave for Verena?" an unbreakable clench hones in on all areas of my body, a fight stirring within me between the urge to break out in a burst of flames or keep my contentment, and my ass, in one piece. "Yes ma'am..." taking several steps back, the dominating click-clack of her heels ominously eroding through our home's walls like a walk of fire dig into the passage of my ears to pierce them gravely when my wife retreats from my scolded body. Surprising me, Luci strides toward me in one long and effortless move, a warmer tone about her face as she tugs my chin with a delicately light touch, swiftly dragging its limpness in a slow move to level with her nose. "I know you'd prefer it if I took care of you instead, but Verena is a doctor and I can't use you as a reason to stay off work. I will call you on my breaks. Keep up your fluids and do as she says, do you understand?" reluctantly, I agreed and allowed her to press a sensitive and puckering smooch to my forehead, that most likely left a mark of her lips on my face, an imprint of her body, a sign she was once there.