"Why don't you take my arm, walk me home properly" said Margaret, as she and Keith left the Weavers' house.
Keith moved a little closer to Margaret and looped his arm through hers. They hadn't walked like this since they'd first been married. It brought them very close.
"And I don't want you getting any funny ideas" she added.
"It was just a bit of a laugh, Margaret. I mean... I can't believe we actually did that. In front of Diane and Gary, I mean... what were we thinking!?" said Keith.
"I know what I was thinking" said Margaret "And you weren't supposed to be thinking at all. And if you think it was a bit of a laugh you've got another think coming, Keith Davison."
They walked in silence for a short distance, while Keith tried to figure out how serious Margaret was. He was still erect, and he was still desperate. He just wanted to get home so he could throw Margaret down on the bed and take her like he'd never taken her before.
Margaret and Diane had talked for a long time, leaving the men to their own devices, until the kids had returned. Once Emily, Alison, and Thomas had gone up to bed, they had left. But Margaret hadn't left without a plan.
"I do love you, Keith, you know that don't you?" It was almost a confession of weakness.
Keith turned to kiss Margaret, feeling a strange sense of relief.
"No you don't!" said Margaret, pulling away from him "You behave yourself!"
"Darling" said Keith "I love you too, you know I do. Look, in future, I don't mind a bit of kinky fun, you know that, but let's just keep it between ourselves. I don't think there's any need to involve the Weavers or anyone else."
"Kinky fun?" said Margaret with surprise "Is that what you think it is? Let me tell you, mister, it's not kinky fun, it's me taking control back. You've been having everything your own way for far too long and it's about time we had some discipline in the house."
"My own way? What about the bathroom, the kitchen? You're the one who insisted on..." began Keith.
"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about all the little things, the day to day stuff. Discipline is going to be restored, you're going to behave yourself, I'm taking control" said Margaret firmly.
"Discipline? Control? You're talking like... I don't know, but not like you" said Keith.
"Well this is the new me. Things have changed since we moved here. It's worked for Ben and it'll work for you too" said Margaret.
"Ben is a child" said Keith.
"And so, essentially, are you" said Margaret, as they neared their house "Now, when we get in I want you to go straight up to the bedroom while I check on the kids. I want you stripped and stood by my side of the bed with your hands on your head. I'll be in to deal with you in a few minutes, and woe betide you if you're not ready."
"I don't think..." began Keith.
"And don't you dare touch your naughty stick" added Margaret, opening the front door.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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