The Result of Leaving Toys In The Driveway

Any hopes Liz had for her husband to be in a good mood disappeared as she saw his headlights stop and shine on the kid's toys in the driveway. This always enraged him and with it raining and him having to get wet to move them, this did not bode well for the evening. As she saw him moving the toys into the garage and re-entering the car, driving it into the garage, she braced for another evening of grousing about her being too easy on the kids and how their toys were always where they didn't belong.

She greeted him as he came through the door but he just brushed past her. She started to stop him when she saw him head straight to the kid's bedrooms but decided to wait to see what happened.  No matter how anger he got, he loved his kids deeply and had never hurt them.  It was 10:00 at night and the kids needed their sleep and she was none to happy he got the kids out of bed and sat them on the living room couch, but it seemed the better part of discretion to just let him disturb their sleep and lecture them again. As she stood by the couch, she decided she would get them back into bed and console them when the lecture was over.

As he looked at his 9 and 7 years old daughters and his 5 year old son, in their pajamas, lined up on the couch, he said "I have told you and told you and told you to put your toys away and not leave them in the driveway. When you do, I have to get out of the car and move them before I can park the car. That is bad enough but now its raining and I got soaking wet moving them. I have talked to you, I have explained this to you, I have taken away your toys for a week, I have grounded you, nothing has worked up to this point. Maybe this will get through to you although I really doubt it."

Reaching out, he grabbed his wife by the arm and pulling her closer to him, delivered a hard backhand to her face. The stunned woman fell to the ground and pulling her to her knees, he slapped her head back and forth as blood started to run from her mouth and nose.

"Mommy, Mommy! Stop Daddy, stop!"

Turning to the kids, he said "Get back on that couch! You are responsible for this.  You did this to your mother. This is your fault!" before he pulled his wife to her feet and sent her over a chair with a sharp punch in the face.  As she tried to crawl away, he kicked her in the ribs and rolled her over.  Picking her up, he threw her into the wall, bouncing her off it.

"I loved my mother and I would never do to her what you kids are doing to your mother" as he pinned her to the wall and punched her face and stomach. Letting her fall to the floor, he pulled her back up by the hair and holding her up by it, he methodically slapped and beat her face until he pulled her to her feet and punched and threw her into the walls and over the furniture.

Turning from the bleeding, half conscious woman, he said to the sobbing and ashen kids "I don't like the fact you kids do thing that hurt your mother.  You have got to learn to obey and do what you're told. You should be ashamed of what you put your mother through."

He saw the kids looking past him and turned to be enraged by the sight of his wife holding her ribs and trying to crawl to the front door. Grabbing her, he pulled her back into the living room and in front of the kids.

"Are you kids sorry for what you have done?  Will you keep your toys out of the driveway from now on?"

As the kids cried and shook their heads yes, he said "I believe you but I want to emphasize the point."

Reaching down, he tore the front of her blouse open before pulling it off. Reaching for her bra, he was hit by her and he punched and kicked her some more until she stopped resisting. Unhooking her bra, he pulled it off, leaving her topless.  He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and in one movement, pulled off her jeans and panties, leaving her naked in front of her children. Unbuckling his thick, heavy belt, he pulled it off and brought it down across her back. Screaming in pain she tried to crawl away.

"You want to leave, go ahead" he said as he followed her around the room as she crawled and screamed, delivering blow after blow to her back, ass and legs leaving more and more and increasingly red welts on her until she collapsed to the floor.  Pulling her to her knees, he held her by a wrist as he whipped and whipped her back until it was a mass of welts and cuts oozing blood.

Pulling her up he threw her over the arm of a chair and pulling his hard, erect, throbbing cock out, drove it hard and without preparation into her dry pussy. Driving in and out, it didn't take long until he felt himself explode inside her. Pulling out but still aroused, he drove up her asshole and butt fucked her.  The pain was horrible but her back, ass and legs were on fire from the whippings and her head and body ached from being punched and slapped and she had no strength to resist. He climaxed up her ass and then did it again and again until he was exhausted and totally sexually drained.

"Now you kids go back to bed and remember what you have done.  If you love your mother, listen to me and do what you are told. I would hate to think you would hurt your mother like this again."

As the kids scurried back to bed, he dragged his wife to the bedroom and tied her face down on the bed. Slipping beneath her, he positioned himself so his cock was in her mouth and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, he got up and got the kids breakfast and dressed them while she remained tied down with her whole body aching and throbbing. When he returned, he untied her and closely examined her bruised and welted and swollen body. It was just a mass of injuries and swellings. Taking a dress out of the closet, he cut the back out of it and cut the skirt so it barely clover her ass and pussy. Putting it on her and slipping a pair of stiletto heels on her feet and nothing else, he told the kids to go to the car and half carrying her, half dragging her, he got her into the car.

Driving to the mall, he took the family shopping, with the welts and cuts on his wife's back and legs showing and her swollen, bruised, bloodied face on display. As much pain as she was in, she felt such an acute sense of shame and embarrassment. Not only was she showing far more skin than she wanted, but also her injuries were on such clear display.  She knew everyone who saw her would know what had happened to her and view her with contempt and distain for allowing it to happen. The back of her dress being cut out caused the sides of her breasts to be exposed and her skirt was now so short, her thighs were completely exposed and she knew people were getting shots of her pussy as well.  As they moved through the mall, she occasionally would feel a passerbyer's hand on her breast and pussy.

Suddenly a young man brought his wife over and said "See this? This is what happens to you next time you piss me off.  Remember it!"

Her reply of "You wouldn't dare! was met with a sharp smack to the head.

"What did you say?"

"Don't! Stop it!" and he hit her again.

"Ok, Ok, I understand."

"Good, now take off your bra. Do it now or I'll start to hurt you."

The young woman quickly removed her blouse and bra.  Before she could put her blouse back on, her husband took it and the bra and said "You'll be more comfortable now." and left her topless and exposed as he felt her up and fondle her breasts before reaching under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Throwing the blouse, bra and panties in the wastebasket, his subdued wife followed him as they continued shopping.

This seemed to be the ice breaker and all around the mall, men started slapping, beating, stripping and raping their wives and girlfriends.

"Now do you see what you kids have started? This is going to be a different world because of you leaving your toys in the driveway and not loving your mother enough to not hurt her.  You should be ashamed of yourselves."

