Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: This Is How You Discipline a Wife
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Of course.
For a right-handed person like me, there was a clear "limit" to fingering with my left hand.
From the start, the one that had been stirring up Sora's insides this way and that, rubbing her pussy raw with my calloused, thick fingers and making her cum dozens of times, had been my right hand.
But that right hand had already burned away to nothing, and the new one I'd barely managed to attach was still wrapped in a cast, unable to move.
In the end, all I had left was this left hand, which had spent its whole life as a mere sidekick.
A hand full of limitations.
And yet—
There, right in front of me, was Sora, her face streaked with tears, sniffling as she begged, prying open that pussy allowed only to her husband—me.
"Honey... please... with your hand, as my husband... finger me again... clean my pussy... ♥"
As a husband, could I refuse that plea just because I'd lost an arm?
That wouldn't make me a man—or someone with a cock, for that matter.
In other words, right here and now.
I had to surpass the limits with this left hand that had only ever assisted with "pussy spreading."
Burn every remaining finger into my wife's pussy.
'Surpass your limits... in place of your cock, with your fingers at least... make your wife yours again!'
What's more, this was my chance.
In truth, it had been me in that mask, fingering Sora to orgasm back then—but she didn't know that.
So right now, deep in her heart, there must be a heavy guilt for cumming on "some other man's fingers, not her husband's."
That guilt.
It was my weapon.
Right now, I could openly "train" my wife, not sneakily, but boldly—loading her up with obsession, sin, shame, all of it.
I slid my inexperienced left-hand fingers—without even masturbation calluses—deep inside her.
Squelch.
"Eut...!"
Her pussy walls clung slickly, swallowing my fingers.
The left hand was definitely clumsy.
Every movement missed the angle just a bit, failing to hit her G-spot dead-on.
It felt like fighting with a weapon I'd just picked up for the first time.
My fingertips flailed in empty space.
But.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Sora... I'm really 'disappointed' in you."
I deliberately lowered my voice to a rough growl.
"Getting your pussy wet on some other guy's fingers instead of mine... Does it not matter to you who it is, as long as they know how to finger you good?"
"Hic?! N-no...! I only know you, Taegon...! I really...!"
With her sniffling excuses, her pussy betrayed her, dripping wetter and wetter.
The left hand was definitely inferior in performance.
If my right hand was a 10 normally, even when it got cut off back then, it was still an 8.
But this left hand? Even attached to my body, it barely scraped a 5.
Still, I had another weapon.
If technique fell short, make up for it with words, with the vibe.
I pulled my fingers out for a moment.
And.
Smack!
"Heek?!"
A vivid red handprint bloomed on Sora's plump ass cheek.
The flesh quivered from the sharp slap, and even thicker pussy juice poured from her slit.
"See? Your pussy can't lie."
I shoved my fingers back in, whispering vilely.
"It's not guilt over cumming on another man's fingers that's making you wet. Your body just gets hornier the dirtier the act, squirting like this."
Squelch squelch, squelch squelch.
My left hand was clumsy, but the words spilling from my mouth carved into Sora's guilt like blades.
And what they stimulated most was my wife herself.
The more I stabbed her pussy, the more guilt I injected, the thicker the tears streaming from her eyes.
Pussy juice gushing from below, tears flowing from above.
"H-honey... I'm sorry...! I was wrong... Hweeeeng!"
Tears and pussy juice.
Seeing my wife pour them out from top to bottom at once made my head spin.
'Fuck... is this what they mean by double-barreled squirting?'
Her pussy squelching while she wailed.
The juices and tears mixing, trickling down her face and thighs—so utterly vulgar, it turned me on like crazy.
I wanted to pin her down for makeup sex right now.
I wanted to her tight because I felt bad for making her cry.
But weakness like that wasn't allowed.
This was training, through and through.
What she'd get today wasn't cock—just fingers and slaps.
Smack smack smack smack!
"Is that your apology?! Think 'sorry' fixes everything? Should I go fuck some other girl's pussy and just say 'sorry' in front of you?!"
"Hgiik?! N-no! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I won't do it again!"
Squelch squelch, squelch squelch.
I repeated it—slap her ass until handprints bloomed, then immediately churn her pussy.
Smack! Squelch! Smack! Squelch!
Her cheeks were red as ripe peaches, covered in prints, her pussy drooling juice nonstop.
Her thighs trembled so much you couldn't tell if it was remorse or orgasm edging.
"First, apologize properly!"
Smack!
"Kkuk...! Y-yes...! I'm sorry... for cumming on another man's hand when I have such an amazing husband... Hic...!"
Her inner thighs slapped wetly.
The fresh slap's shock made pussy juice drip from her slit, spotting the floor.
It trickled down to her ankles, spreading slickly.
Her apology grew more polite, yet more depraved.
Lips quivering, voice sniffling, but each word lined up her filthy sins like a trained bitch.
"Thank you... for not throwing away a dirty woman like me right away... and disciplining me with your fingers yourself...!"
After the apology, even groveling thanks.
That sniffling held clear shame, but it only amplified the eroticism.
But I couldn't be satisfied with this much.
A well-trained bitch has essentials.
A submissive, pure-hearted thank-you and orgasm permission.
In other words, with her pussy trembling on the brink, she had to bow before her husband and beg, "Can I cum?"
"Ueut... C-cumming...!"
Even with my left hand's clumsy stirring, Sora's face flushed heart-pink in no time.
Her thighs and lower belly quivered, her pussy erupting in mad squirting sounds.
But right then, I yanked my hand out and smacked her ass again.
"Hiiik?!"
Her cheek shuddered, a fresh red print etching deep.
"Hey, you getting punished cums without permission? ...Wow, Sora. I'm so fucking disappointed."
"Kkuuk...! I was wrong...! Please, calm down...!"
"You squirted like a fountain on that guy's fingers, but in front of your husband, no permission? So to you, I'm just some random dude too?"
"No way...! You're the only one for me, honey...!"
At those words, her pussy flinched—then clenched harder, gushing even wilder.
Like forcing back an imminent squirt, it squeezed with wet squelches.
I slapped her once more and kept talking.
"No cumming without my permission. This is husband discipline—if you can't even follow that, it's basically 'grounds for divorce.'"
"N-no way...!"
Despair shadowed Sora's face.
Her eyes shook, lips gaping in agony.
But soon, crushed by my gaze and voice, she nodded.
I sneered inwardly.
'Am I crazy? Leave a pretty, lovable, sexy wife like this to live alone? I'd sooner cut my dick off and die.'
But outwardly cold, I kept gaslighting.
Tears and pussy juice streaming down together.
Those droplets plopping to the floor.
This was no mere apology anymore.
It was total submission from a tamed bitch, kneeling fully before her husband.
Squelch squelch squelch.
Each scrape of my left fingers on her walls sprayed juice inside.
Thighs and belly quivering; one more twist and she'd burst.
"Hii...! Honeyyy...! My pussy's gonna explode...! But I can only cum if you allow it...! Please, permit my orgasm, honeyyy...!"
Her first groveling climax plea.
Lips trembling, tears pouring from her eyes.
Pussy juice flooding between her thighs, soaking my fingers.
Of course not.
"No."
Drip.
The moment I pulled out, Sora's legs bucked from the lingering buildup.
Her ass spasmed, thighs kicking empty air.
"Kkheuk...!"
Cut off right before climax, her face twisted in despair and desperate lust.
But we weren't done.
Smack!
"Kkheek?!"
Another ass strike; the reddened flesh darkened, palm shape swelling up.
The slap echoed through the room, and fresh juice streamed from her pussy.
"Your husband's giving you this 'anal punishment' discipline... no thanks? Should I just divorce you?!"
At my sneer, Sora gasped, then snapped to attention, lifting her head.
Tear-smeared face, cheeks blazing red.
And then she yelled with all her might.
"Th-thank you...! For stopping my slutty pussy that almost came without permission...! Thank you for disciplining a bitch who deserves to be thrown awayyy!"
With those words, she spread her thighs wider with both hands, prying her pussy open herself.
A sticky thread dangled, with a wet squelch.
Thanking me even for the denial—like a tamed bitch swallowing her shame to prove loyalty.
"It's late, so I'll edge and release your pussy over and over till you leak piss. Reflect hard in the meantime, got it, babe?"
"...! Kkheup...! Y-yes...! Just as you command, I'll reflect without cumming, even pissing myself...! Discipline me to the end...!"