listen to your hushand

Having a father who founded a company and made billions can be great, but having that father all a sudden die of a heart attack and leave you will the company before you are even done with college is a dream come true.
Hi, my name is Sam and I’ve been the CEO and president of my father’s company for the past five years. In that time I married my girlfriend from college because a family man looks better for the company then a single young guy right out of college. My wife Mary didn’t seem to mind the big house, nice car, not having to work anymore, and all the money that came with marrying me. Before my father’s untimely death, I knew the company inside and out. I was only in college for the show of having a degree in business; so after his death I picked up the company and ran it just fine even growing the company and making all the old stock owners richer.
Now my mother on the other hand was a looker not a worker, even with her being in her mid twenties when she had me; she stilled had all her looks to her. She lived in the house with my wife and I; being that it was so big that you could go days without seeing each other in it. She enjoyed still not having to work and just spending the money in the bank account. It didn’t bother me because she was my mother and there was more than enough to go around. The only problem I had is that I looked up to my father all my life and there was one room in the all house that was not to be touch. That was his (now mine) office, I kept it just the way it was on the day he died. I was the one place that I could go to be reminded of him and so I didn’t change a thing about the room. My wife on the other hand never could listen to me and would do things that I would tell her not to and tell me that she forgot. So that brings us up to the day things changed in the house for good.

My father had a secret, no more like a passion for bondage and control that only I knew, this was because I had it too and he could tell. It was only a matter time before the rest of the house would find out about it.
I told my wife not to touch the office, but thinking she knew better she had the maid change out some paintings in the room and when I got home I was pissed. I confronted the maid and asked her why she did this. She told me that my wife told her to and that she warned against it, but my wife told her to do it. That she liked these new paintings and wanted to change the look of the room. I was totally flumed hearing this and waited till my wife returned home to teach her to listen and respect her husband.
When Mary got home I called her to my office and asked her why she told the maid to change the paintings. Mary walked in dress to the nine; she looked at me like it was no big deal and said why not. I grabbed her face and told her that she was not to touch this room and now she has gotten the maid in trouble for not listening to me. Mary tried to say she was sorry, but it was too late for that. I pushed her down to her knees and told her that she was going to be punished for disobeying her husband. I slapped her across that face and Mary cried out that she was sorry. I slapped again and told her that this was the only when she would learn to listen and slapped her again. Mary face was red and she was crying for me to stop. Another slap and I asked her if she was going to listen for now on. Mary nodded yes in tears and asked if I had to do this in front of the maid. I slapped her one more time and told her that she told the maid to change the painting so she would be punished too. Mary cried and told me that this was humiliating and begged me to stop. I laughed and told her that if she wanted humiliation I would give it to her, and with that I pulled the dress that she was wearing up over her head and off. The maid had this shocked look to her and Mary tried to cover her body with her hands. I grabbed Mary by the back of her neck and told her not to cover herself at all. I then ripped her bra from her and her “B” size tits were now out to see. I picked her up and told the maid to remove Mary’s panties to which she did. Mary kept it nicely trimmed down there but always had a bush covering her pussy.