Rude Little Monsters Don't Get Pleasure

We’d planned to go to the concert for weeks. Then, the night before, it was canceled. And instead of handling an ordinary disappointment like an adult, I took my frustration out on the person I love most.

Margot didn’t shout. She simply reminded me of the rule we established long before we married:

Rude little monsters don’t get pleasure.

Now our evening belongs to her. Margot intends to correct my behavior, test my self-control, and make certain I remember exactly how a devoted husband should treat his wife.

This story contains explicit sexual content and will appeal to readers who enjoy loving married couples, domestic discipline, power exchange, strict denial, tears and begging, and the warmest aftercare.