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| - | Your daughter stamps her foot and says, "No. I don't want to work for you anymore." | + | Your daughter stamps her foot and says, "No. I'm tired of being treated like a slave. I don't want to work for you anymore." |
| + | Nancy starts to turn towards her bedroom and your wife grabs her by the arm. There is nothing gentle about the grip and you see your daughter whimper in pain. She lets out a scream and tries to break free, but your wife will not release her arm. Your wife is clearly angry and it is showing on her face. Her voice matches her look as she says, "If we treated you like a slave, we wouldn't pay you at all. You would be working a whole lot more than you currently do. Don't give that slave shit, young lady." | ||
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| + | Your daughter is starting to cry from the pain, and screams back at your wife, "Let go of my arm, bitch." | ||
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| + | You have never heard your daughter call your wife anything like that and you are taken back. You know your wife is for just a moment, then slaps Nancy hard on her left cheek. With her free hand, she starts to rub her cheek. You look at the spot where your wife's hand made contact and it is very red. You look into your daughter's eyes and see more tears being released and something altogether unexpected. There is just a hint of some form of pleasure there. You wonder if your daughter enjoyed being slapped. Perhaps the best thing to do is move from the plan that was years in the making to a very different direction. | ||
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| + | You need to speak with your wife, since you need to know if she saw the same thing as you. If so, you had to discuss the new plan. You look at your wife and say, "I think you both need a break." Wilma releases Nancy's arm and you can see the finger marks left behind. Nancy runs into her room and slams the door behind her. You whisper to your wife, just in case Nancy is listening behind her closed door, "We need to talk about the plan." | ||
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| + | Your wife nods and you both head to your bedroom. That is the only safe place to talk about anything remotely related to the plan, since you soundproofed it years ago. Neither of you ever wanted Nancy to hear you role-playing her involvement in your sex life, so it made sense and has worked very well. | ||
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| + | Once inside your bedroom and the door locked behind you, you look into your wife's eyes to see if they show any hint that she saw what you did. There is only anger there, but it is abating quickly. Since you have no way of knowing if she saw what you did, you ask, "Wilma, did you see the look on her face after you slapped her?" | ||
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| + | She looks at you and says, "What the hell are you talking about. Did you hear what she called me?" There is a lot of anger in her voice. She does not wait for an answer as she quickly adds, "The fucking plan is ruined. All those years of planning and it is gone. That fucking bitch should have just accepted what we laid out." | ||
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| + | Your wife is about to go off on a tangent, and you know she missed it completely. You look into your wife's eyes to show you are being serious, then say, "After you slapped her, there was a little pleasure in her eyes. I think she liked being slapped." | ||
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| + | It takes a moment to sink in before your wife can respond. Then asks, "Are you sure?" | ||
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| + | You nod in certainty and say, "Positive. The plan may be fucked and we have to accept the only way is through spanking and bondage." | ||
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| + | Wilma hesitates a moment before saying anything. Then looks at you with sincerity as she says, "I don't know. The whole purpose of waiting was to slowly bring her over to us. To see lust and desire in her eyes for us." | ||
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| + | If our daughter finds pleasure in getting slapped, then she will desire us. We will be able to give her what she wants and we will get what we want. We would still break her, just in a different way." | ||
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| + | You have no choice except to wait for you wife to respond. There is no way you are going to do anything with your daughter without Wilma's involvement. The two of you made that deal a long time ago and you will keep your word. | ||
Current revision as of 14:01, 11 April 2018
Your daughter stamps her foot and says, "No. I'm tired of being treated like a slave. I don't want to work for you anymore."
Nancy starts to turn towards her bedroom and your wife grabs her by the arm. There is nothing gentle about the grip and you see your daughter whimper in pain. She lets out a scream and tries to break free, but your wife will not release her arm. Your wife is clearly angry and it is showing on her face. Her voice matches her look as she says, "If we treated you like a slave, we wouldn't pay you at all. You would be working a whole lot more than you currently do. Don't give that slave shit, young lady."
Your daughter is starting to cry from the pain, and screams back at your wife, "Let go of my arm, bitch."
You have never heard your daughter call your wife anything like that and you are taken back. You know your wife is for just a moment, then slaps Nancy hard on her left cheek. With her free hand, she starts to rub her cheek. You look at the spot where your wife's hand made contact and it is very red. You look into your daughter's eyes and see more tears being released and something altogether unexpected. There is just a hint of some form of pleasure there. You wonder if your daughter enjoyed being slapped. Perhaps the best thing to do is move from the plan that was years in the making to a very different direction.
You need to speak with your wife, since you need to know if she saw the same thing as you. If so, you had to discuss the new plan. You look at your wife and say, "I think you both need a break." Wilma releases Nancy's arm and you can see the finger marks left behind. Nancy runs into her room and slams the door behind her. You whisper to your wife, just in case Nancy is listening behind her closed door, "We need to talk about the plan."
Your wife nods and you both head to your bedroom. That is the only safe place to talk about anything remotely related to the plan, since you soundproofed it years ago. Neither of you ever wanted Nancy to hear you role-playing her involvement in your sex life, so it made sense and has worked very well.
Once inside your bedroom and the door locked behind you, you look into your wife's eyes to see if they show any hint that she saw what you did. There is only anger there, but it is abating quickly. Since you have no way of knowing if she saw what you did, you ask, "Wilma, did you see the look on her face after you slapped her?"
She looks at you and says, "What the hell are you talking about. Did you hear what she called me?" There is a lot of anger in her voice. She does not wait for an answer as she quickly adds, "The fucking plan is ruined. All those years of planning and it is gone. That fucking bitch should have just accepted what we laid out."
Your wife is about to go off on a tangent, and you know she missed it completely. You look into your wife's eyes to show you are being serious, then say, "After you slapped her, there was a little pleasure in her eyes. I think she liked being slapped."
It takes a moment to sink in before your wife can respond. Then asks, "Are you sure?"
You nod in certainty and say, "Positive. The plan may be fucked and we have to accept the only way is through spanking and bondage."
Wilma hesitates a moment before saying anything. Then looks at you with sincerity as she says, "I don't know. The whole purpose of waiting was to slowly bring her over to us. To see lust and desire in her eyes for us."
If our daughter finds pleasure in getting slapped, then she will desire us. We will be able to give her what she wants and we will get what we want. We would still break her, just in a different way."
You have no choice except to wait for you wife to respond. There is no way you are going to do anything with your daughter without Wilma's involvement. The two of you made that deal a long time ago and you will keep your word.
Do you and your wife:
