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I Am Obsolete
By : PandorasFury
Category: S through Z > The Twilight Zone
Views: 2314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with nor do I own the Twilight Zone. I am not profiting from this story and I do not know any actual people involved. - Chapter List
Hans had spent the day at the pub socializing with some friends, and they had spent a good deal of time discussing their wives. His friends marveled at the fact that Renate always had dinner on the table for him when he came home, some of them revealing that they hadn't come home to a hot meal after work in years.
Hans's obedient young wife was often the subject of conversation while the men were at the pub together, and it was a point of pride for him. To know that his wife was so well admired by his friends, most of whom were of higher status, brought him pride and a sense of security.
The air was calm and crisp on that October night, and Hans stood at the entrance to his home. He was excited to walk into a house smelling of hot food after a long walk back from town, but as he opened the door he realized there was no such smell: Renate was fast asleep on the living room couch with her apron on and the broom resting on the floor beside the couch.
He was infuriated. After a long day and two long walks he had expected to come home to a hot meal and his wife waiting eagerly for him. Instead, he walked in without a meal to look forward to and a lazy, disobedient girl asleep on his couch.
A burning rage built inside of him, and he balled his fists. He stepped heavily toward the couch, almost marching toward Renate. Hans grabbed Renate's auburn hair at the root and she awoke with a start. Her eyes turned to stone and her body froze as if she were afraid even to move. Hans lost all control of his temper and he struck her cheek with the back of his hand. Tears began to roll down the poor girl's face, but she did not utter a single protest as Hans tore his black leather belt off violently.
"Pull your skirt down," he growled. Without hesitation Renate pulled her skirt down quicker than a mouse running from a cat. He sat down on the couch and pulled Renate over his knee, and then he began to belt her soft backside furiously until she was bruised and her body stiff. Throughout she had tried her hardest not to scream, but a few barely suppressed squeaks pushed forth from her mouth and she shed tears. Hans threw Renate to the floor and tossed his belt on the couch.
"Where is my dinner, you stupid girl?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I was so tired..." She hadn't bothered to turn herself over so she could face him, but instead she laid helplessly on her stomach as if she were waiting for him to command her to do so.
"You were tired? Do you ever think of how hard I work all day, and yet I'm not too tired to fulfill my responsibilities at home? Turn over and stand up. This kind of irresponsibility and childishness is not befitting of a woman of your status." Renate stood up so nervously that she forgot to bring her skirt with her, and it stayed on the ground while she stood up to reveal her naked lower body. Hans stepped back a bit; this was the first time he had ever seen his wife's naked lower half, and he couldn't help but admire: she was soft, curvy and round in all the right places. Her pubic area was covered in a soft coat of newly-grown-in hair. Hans walked slowly up to her, and she trembled.
"Y-yes, sir?" His fingers softly grazed the small of her back.
"Beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he walked behind her to admire his handiwork. Her ass was covered in welts and bruises in the spots that he had belted her. As he walked away she asked quietly if she could put her skirt back on and start to make dinner, and before he could say yes she had run off into the kitchen and started banging around.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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