chapter 1

We had quite a whirlwind romance following our first date down on the shore. In less than two months I've managed to move Nicole in with me full-time and encouraged her to be less rigid with her diet and workouts. As a highly successful tech guru, I've rigged the bathroom floor with a built-in scale so I can secretly monitor her weight for now. She's only gained a measly five pounds, but it's noticeable enough that it was time to start enforcing the next part of the plan, preparing her for motherhood. In the short time, we've been together, she has taken to my control better than expected. She adheres to the dress code standard I set for her (dresses and skirts only), she's greatly skilled in the kitchen and meals are ready in a timely manner. She hasn't needed many corrections with the exception of not putting great effort into her cleaning chores. As I punished her for her shortcomings, I reminded her that when she becomes my wife then she needed to get used to the high standards now for she'll have a much larger home in the future that she's responsible for. A meeting with my belt and a week of scrubbing floors seemed to drive it home, that is until tonight.

I had a very long work day in the city, and all I wanted to do was to come home to my future wife, have dinner and then f*** her brains out. I pulled in around 6:30 pm, and I noticed her car wasn't there as she's usually home between 5:00pm and 5:30pm. I talked to her around 3pm and she hadn't mentioned that she would be late, as I entered our home I noticed no left messages or messages on my phone. I decided to call her, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated at this point, I ran my fingers through my hair as I realized her phone is dead. She knows that her phone should be fully charged, I do not like being left worried about where she is and if she is safe. I fix myself a glass of scotch and do some extra work in my office as I try to remain patient and await her arrival. I know this won't happen once we're married because she'll be quitting her job, hell I should’ve made her quit when she moved in. But nonetheless, she will be severely punished for breaking serious infractions to also deter any future occurrences.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I curse to myself. I had been in meetings all late afternoon and had not had a chance to tell Tim I was going to be late or that dinner would be late. Our relationship has been getting stronger and better every day as I've gotten adjusted to his rules and very demanding ways. It's been quite a big change but also nice as I know he's in complete control. He hasn't been unreasonable, but his expectations of me are quite high. I hate disappointing him. I pick up my phone and realize it's dead, "FUCK!", he's going to be so upset with me. I grab my things and get to my car as quickly as possible, and of course, my charger isn't in there. "Damn it!"

I pounded my fist on the wheel, and hastily put my car in gear and just focus on trying to get home as quickly as I can to hopefully lessen the damage. I'm less than five minutes from home and I see cop lights flash behind me "FUCK!, Just great, just what I need tonight on top of everything else!" I grab my license, registration, and insurance to prepare them for the officer. He taps on my glass and as I roll down the window I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize it's one of my future husband's friends, Andrew. "Hey Nicole, I pulled you over because you were going 15mph over the speed limit in a residential zone. I'm going to give you a warning this time, but you need to slow down and be more careful, do you understand?” I sincerely apologized and nodded, and told him it won't happen again. "Oh I'm sure it won't, get home safe!". I carefully drove off towards home. I glance at the clock; it's already 7:00 pm, Tim is going to be so angry with me, but maybe he's not home yet... one can only wish.

As I try to ignore the clock and the increasing rise in my temper my phone rings and I'm hoping it's Nicole. I look down, and it's Andrew, wondering what he could need during his shift. We have a quick conversation and try not to break my phone as we hang up. On top of everything else, she's been speeding in the neighborhood! My only hope is that she will confess this transgression. I hear her car pull into the driveway and I once more try to keep my temper in check.

I pull into the garage and see his car is there. "Fuck! There's no way I'm getting out of this, maybe he'll be lenient... ugh who am I kidding". I come through the door and try to beeline it to the kitchen to start making dinner hoping he'll wait until after...

"Where the hell have you been?!" I loudly but firmly say as I confront her. She's caught off guard, and immediately her eyes drop down to the floor. Not in the mood, I swiftly tip her chin up, "By now you should know that when I ask you a question I expect an immediate response!".

*slight gulp* I look up into his cool grey eyes "Yes sir... well I was stuck in meetings after we talked this afternoon. I didn't have my phone with me in the meetings, and then I couldn't find my charger, and I just tried to get home as quickly as possible. Umm, I'll just quickly get dinner ready; I'm so sorry for being late." I try to get by him but he steps to stop me, and I see him clench his jaw and I immediately just look down again not wanting to see the disappointment on his face.

I tipped her chin up once again, "Stop! I will inform you when you can start dinner, am I clear?!"

"Yes, sir"

I stare into her eyes firmly "Now, is there anything else you like to confess before we continue?"

I look into his cool eyes again, pondering if I should tell him about the speeding warning from Andrew. I panicked, and before I knew it, I let out a "no, sir".

I couldn't believe that she just blatantly lied to me.. "Andrew called me and informed me about your speeding incident just now.."

"But sir, I-"

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! YOUNG LADY YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!" I barked back at her "You are going to go upstairs, fully strip and wait for me in the corner of the bedroom!" She stares at me ... "Move, NOW!" I give her ass a hard spank as she hurries up the stairs.

Shit, what have I done?!? Why did I have to tell him no when he asked if there was anything else? That was so stupid! I quickly get to our bedroom and strip down as he ordered. I don't want to anger him any further. Before placing myself in the corner, I stop to inspect myself in the mirror. Used to seeing a much leaner physique, I note that there seems to be a new layer of fat all over my body. It's nothing major, but it's just, um different. I get into the corner and try to distract my mind from the upcoming spanking. I think of all the lavish dinner outs, extra treats, and events we've gone to that have added a few pounds onto my body. Even though I'm training regularly, if I keep this intake up, I'm going to plump up in no time. I know he hints at wanting me to be bigger, but I can't possibly think of why until he gets me pregnant after we marry. I straighten myself up as I hear his footsteps slowly come up the stairs.

After I take a few minutes to cool off, I slowly make my way up the stairs to deal with my brat. I stop in the doorway to soak in the view of her naked body standing in the corner. The soft layer of fat that has accumulated has done her body well. I'm hoping to add another five pounds to her before getting her pregnant, and then the real weight gain will begin. It should also do wonders for her submission as I fully take control of her body. But for now, I must deal with this issue. I stand in front of our loveseat in front of the bed and very loudly take off my belt, so she knows what to slightly expect. I sit down..

"Come!"

I jumped and quickly stand in between his legs, noting the belt that is in his hand.

"Why are you being punished?" I said matter of factly.

I look down, and he quickly tips my chin up "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" as he gives my bare ass a hard and quick spank. I look up, already ready to burst into tears from the shame "sir I'm being punished for not informing you of my schedule change, not having my phone charged, and then not telling you about speeding" a tear rolls down, but I know it will not affect what's coming.

"Very, well. Over my knee now!" I barked, and she immediately got into position. "You'll receive 30 strokes in total, and you will count each one. Failure to do so and we'll start over, understood?!"

"Yes, sir" more tears come down my face, and then the crack of the first hit tears through my skin. "One sir" -crack- "two sir" -crack- "three sir" -crack- "four sir" -crack- "five sir"

The onslaught continued, my ass was on fire, and the tears kept flowing. After the thirty were over and done with, he sent me back to the corner.

I leave her in the corner so I can calm down again and think about what the rest of her consequences need to be. I don't enjoy punishing her, but she needs to be held accountable for her actions, especially once she becomes my wife.

I head back upstairs and call her from the corner. I gently rub some cream on her marked ass and then tell her the rest of the consequences.

With tears still rolling, I look directly into his eyes "For the next 14 days, you are grounded. You will go to work and then come STRAIGHT home by 5 pm. You'll be assigned tasks that MUST be completed before I arrive home. Dinner MUST be on the table no later than fifteen minutes after I arrive. On the weekends, you will complete your list of chores diligently. If anything is not done to standard, you will do it over again with no questions asked. You will wear what I choose for you and your allowance will be withheld. Also, you are not allowed drive. I will arrange for a driver to take you to and from work ONLY. And before you ask, you will either have to exercise early in the morning with me or during your lunch break. You will otherwise be too occupied to do so. You have five minutes to put yourself together, and then you'll go down to the kitchen, put on your apron and fix dinner. Am I understood?!" A quick "yes, sir" from her and off she went.