Chapter Five
An Appropriate Punishment
I came home from work to find that my lovely wife was waiting for me.
Britta was wearing that black lingerie that means only one thing. Seeing her in it, with her posture c****d aggressively and that solemn, stern, deadly serious look on her face, I felt my knees go weak. I knew right away I was in for it.
She’d clearly found another reason to punish me. And from the looks of her, this one was a doozy. Well-toned from regular workouts, and beautifully tanned the same warm gold shade as her longer than shoulder-length hair, Britta’s muscular arms were c****d at her hips. Veins bulged in her well-defined biceps, and big conical n*****s protruded through the triple-D cups of the sheer but sturdy corset she wore. Firmly supported, indeed burstingly u
