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Submissive Wives
(Asrai Devin)

Jenna's husband, Marc, squeezed her hand under the table. This dinner with his boss, Bruce Bradford, went well so far. Marc was one of the newest lawyers at his firm, but his record had him in consideration for a junior partner already. To get his name further up, Marc invited his mentor at the firm for dinner. Jenna played the role of the perfect wife, cooking the meal and serving both men with a sweet smile. The wiggle of her hips as she moved around the room helped.



His boss leaned back in his chair. "That was amazing pie, Mrs. Pane."



"I'm glad you think so, Mr. Bradford, but you can call me Jenna. Marc wanted everything perfect, or he'd punish me."



"He'd punish you? How? A spanking over his lap?"



"If I'm lucky. Probably a whipping."



"Jenna," Marc said, a warning in his voice. "I don't think this is appropriate."



Her face flooded with warmth and she stared down at her plate. "Sorry, Sir."



"Go to the bathroom and compose yourself."



"Yes Sir." Jenna swallowed and didn't look at either man as she left her seat. In the bathroom, she splashed her face as she looked in the mirror. She took six deep breaths, then returned to the table.



She gasped when she noticed they had cleared away the dessert dishes. "Should I start the coffee?"



Her eyes bounced between the two men. They had rolled up their sleeves in her absence. Two sets of eyes stared at her. Marc's blue eyes were dark with anger. Bruce's brown eyes sparkled with excitement.



"Bruce asked if I really whip you. I offered a demonstration. You were getting one after he left."



"A whipping?" Jenna whined.



"A spanking."