Mikka Shinodu paced back and forth in their BDSM room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She couldn't believe the nerve of her husband, Boris Nemcov. After nine long months of pregnancy, he had the audacity to act like a useless bump on a log.
"Boris!" Mikka barked, her voice echoing off the walls of the room. "Get in here, you whale!"
Boris shuffled into the room, his swollen ankles protesting with every step. "What is it, Mikka? I'm not feeling so good today."
Mikka rolled her eyes. "Save it, Boris. I'm not in the mood for your excuses. You've been a terrible husband during this pregnancy, and I'm here to teach you a lesson."
Boris hesitated, rubbing his lower back. "Mikka, I don't know if I can handle-"
"Shut up and strip," Mikka commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Boris sighed and began to undress, his pregnant belly hanging low. Mikka ordered him to bend over the spanking bench, and he reluctantly obeyed. She tied his hands and feet to the bench, teasing him about his inability to escape.
"Please, Mikka," Boris begged, his voice trembling. "My ankles are swollen, and my back hurts."
Mikka smirked, tracing her fingers over Boris's belly. "Oh, poor pregnant slut," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you need your Mistress to take care of you?"
Boris rolled his eyes but called her "Mistress" anyway. "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice resigned. "I am your pregnant slut."
Mikka began to spank Boris's bottom, causing him to yelp in surprise. She commanded him to beg for more, calling her "Mistress" and himself "her pregnant slut."
Boris obeyed, his voice growing more desperate with every thrust. "Please, Mistress," he begged. "Harder, deeper. I am your pregnant slut."
Mikka smiled, satisfied with her husband's obedience. She continued to penetrate him, causing him to moan in pleasure.
"Good boy," Mikka said, her voice softening. "You're learning your lesson."
Boris panted, his body trembling with pleasure. "Thank you, Mistress," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Mikka pulled out and untied Boris, helping him to his feet. She wrapped her arms around him, her hand resting on his pregnant belly.
"I love you, Boris," she said, her voice sincere.
Boris smiled, his exhaustion forgotten. "I love you too, Mikka."
Together, they left the BDSM room, their relationship stronger than ever.
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