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Stan backed into a corner instead as Ford began to unbuckle his belt. His hands automatically went behind him, covering his ass protectively.

Ford clicked his tongue in disapproval, winding the belt around his hand. “Bed Stanley. Now.”

Stan whined, rubbing his butt as if he could already feel the phantom pain of the belt on it. “Cmon Stanford, please! I didn’t mean to! We can talk this out right? Can’t we do something else? You don’t gotta resort to this.”

“On the contrary, I don’t think you’ll listen unless I impart the lesson thoroughly.” Ford said. The worst part was he wasn’t angry, just disappointed. It wouldn’t do to lose control of his temper while punishing his naughty wife. These punishments were meant to hurt but not cause lasting damage.

Stanley still dwadled in the corner, shoulders hunched to his ears and feet shuffling nervously. “I promise I won’t do it again! I swear! Let me-”

“Bed. NOW.” Ford raised his voice with a strict firmness. “I have already told you too many times and if you make me tell you again I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a week.”

Stan let out a defeated whimper as he shuffled slowly towards the bed. Pushing his pants down and bending over was almost worse than if Stanford had grabbed him and made him do it. Stan gripped the blankets for comfort and buried his face in them.

Ford kicked his legs further apart and Stanley felt a hand slide up the inside of his thigh towards his half hard cock. “Already interested and I haven’t even started yet?” Ford snorted. “Typical. My little wife gets off on being told what to do by his husband doesn’t he? You enjoy a firm hand.”

Stan was glad his face was in the blanket as a blush lit across his face.

“You’re going to keep count for me.” Stanford stroked his trembling lower back. “Ready?”

Stan’s answer was a pained yelp as the belt came down on his ass for the first strike. He squirmed on the bed, Ford wasn’t holding back this time. “O-One.”

“Good. Twenty more and you’ll be done. Your empty little head can count that high can’t it?”

“Yessir- AH!” Stan squirmed more as the belt struck him again, leaving a line of fire burning in his skin. “Two!” Ford’s free hand came down heavy on the back of his neck, pinning him in place. “Please I’m sorry!”

“I know you are.” Ford lowered his voice soothingly. “But that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of this. You need this punishment, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Silk stockings from unknown creator, ca. 1875-1900.

I've had this in my "to upload to packrat" folder for years now and I even made a WCIF-thread over at MTS back in 2021 because I couldn't seem to find the creator of this default replacement (I don't use it anymore, that's why I'll upload it here before I delete it). If you know which creator this is, please let me know so I can credit them properly (or delete the upload if it's still available)!

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