Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
The husband walked over to stand behind his wife and roughly kicked her feet apart, causing her to spread wider and making her bend lower. She gave a little gasp but didn’t try to stop him as he slowly lifted her skirt, showing her plump behind and wet pussy.
Because she was already extremely wet, Mia saw. The camera zoomed in to show it—her outer lips were opening and showing a slippery interior—which was dark blue, since she was a Chakioun.
“It may take an hour or only a few minutes, but the wife must be still and allow her husband to touch her or use her however he desires,” the Prophet informed them. “Her bottom and her sex are on full display for his pleasure—this command helps the wife to know her place, which is below her husband in every way.”
Mia was filled with loathing for the blatant sexism of everything the Prophet was saying. And yet, as she watched the husband grip his wife’s ass and then reach between her legs to stroke her open pussy as she moaned and writhed against his hand, she couldn’t help feeling warm and wet between her own legs. God, what was wrong with her?
But the “Training Session” wasn’t over yet.
“The second command that every wife must know and obey is ‘Take off your clothes,’” the Prophet intoned. “It does not matter if he gives this command in the privacy of their home, or in a public situation—she must immediately comply. He may wish to show her body off to other men—though of course they cannot touch her. But she must not be shy in obeying his command.”
“Take off your clothes,” the husband on the screen commanded.
At once the wife pulled off her white dress and draped it over the back of the couch. She stood there, naked, though there was something that Mia couldn’t quite make out on her nipples—some kind of clear pieces of plastic. Were they some kind of nipple shields? She wasn’t sure.
“A wife should know there is no barrier allowed between her and her husband,” the Prophet went on, as the husband stalked around his wife, examining her naked body from every angle. “Clothing disappears in an instant the moment he commands it. He may see her flesh and take her in any way he chooses and at any time he desires to. She may not hide anything from him or hide her body behind a veil—it will be stripped away. He knows every inch of her body—every curve and crevice—and he owns her completely.”
As though to prove the Prophet’s point, the husband on the screen reached out to squeeze his wife’s breasts. She didn’t make any move to stop him—simply stood there and allowed him to do whatever he wanted as he filled his hands with her ample breasts and kneaded them with obvious pleasure.
“The next command is: ‘Over my Knee,’” the Prophet said. “This is important because the wife must know when to come and take her rightful punishment.”
The husband stopped fondling his wife’s breasts and went to sit on the couch.
“Over my knee!” he commanded, just as Enoc had commanded Lisha earlier when they had been “witnessing” her punishment.
But this time, instead of being compliant, the wife shook her head.
“If the wife refuses this command, she must be even more severely punished,” the Prophet said sounding stern.
The husband jumped up from the couch, grabbed his wife by the arm, and pulled her forcefully over his knee. Mia noticed that she didn’t try to get away, though she did make a big show of struggling while her husband clamped one arm firmly over her torso, making certain her arms were trapped by her sides.
“A husband may use his hand, his belt, or various other implements to punish his wife,” the narrator told them. “The more stubborn she is, the harder her punishment should be. I should note that reasons for punishment may include disobedience, procrastination and laziness with household chores, swearing, sassing, being a brat, rolling her eyes at you, talking back, talking under her breath in a disrespectful manner, stealing orgasms you have not authorized, speaking to other men without your permission, or anything else you find displeasing.”
“That’s quite a fucking list,” Sev muttered, under his breath as they both watched the screen.
Suddenly, though she hadn’t seen him pull it out, the husband in the instructional video had a belt looped in his hand. He gripped it by the buckle and brought the loop of leather down hard on his wife’s squirming buttocks, making her gasp and moan and thrash in his lap. Purple stripes began to appear on her bare flesh as he strapped her.
A belt? Now he’s using a belt on her? This is sick! Mia thought to herself. Beside her, she could see Sev shifting uneasily.