Happy Humpday folks! Welcome and I'm happy to present to you a snippet from my untitled, contemporary, erotic, BDSM, menage, WIP.
The Dom is instructing his sub wife on what type of panties she is allowed to buy. The last time he let her choose on her own-- he was not happy with what she brought home.
“Not because of the shoes I hope?” he declared.
She frowned. “Don't be silly. I love you because you are warm, generous, handsome, kind...”
He nodded. “Alright, go on, flattery will get you everywhere. Purchase undies while you are at it.”
She clutched the card, yelping as she grabbed her jacket.
“And not the granny kind either! I mean it!” he warned hearing the front door close.
Donny chuckled softly.
“Good God,” Ian said shaking his head. “You saw them, all three of us could fit into them.”
“I believe she said they were maternity underwear.”
“But she's not bloody pregnant,” he said shaking his head trying to remove the image of the jumbo sized brief out of his mind. Then he paused. “She isn't is she?”
Donny furled his brow. “Master, she would have told you.”
“You're right.” It's not that he didn't want to children. He loved them and wanted to have a family. He just didn't want to find out that his wife was pregnant by looking at a pair of truck sized bloomers.
“It was supposed to be a joke,” Donny said getting up.
“More like a bloody scare. And you better not bring home any saggy boxers either,” he warned.
“Me? Never.” Donny waggled his eyebrows at him.
Ian frowned. After Julianna's little stunt, he hoped his wife and husband weren't turning into bratty subs. If they were, he had no one to blame but himself. Perhaps he was in need of a spanking to remind him to pay closer attention to his subs' behavior.
Smirked and shook his head. Me? Get a spanking? Never.
Giving Donny and Julianna one was an idea he could get behind.
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