Foreword
It started out to be a pleasant excursion. Dolly and Donald Pritchard were taking a second honeymoon on board a luxury cruise ship.
Dolly knew that her husband had a violent temper, but she rarely provoked his anger. She knew that if she did, she'd wind up with a burning, red hot ass!
Donald believed in discipline. He brought the paddle and the hairbrush, and his strapping straps along on the voyage, just in case he needed to use them across the upturned ass cheeks of his good looking wife.
When Dolly became ill on board, the doctor checked her out. The diagnosis was simple. Dolly was pregnant.
But there was one catch: The ship's doctor examined Donald, too. His sperm count was low. He couldn't produce a child.
"You slut!" he shouted, so loud that the people in the adjoining cabin could hear every word. "You've been whorin' around. You've been givin' your snatch to every dick you could slide your cunt lips over!"
"No, no I haven't," Dolly Pritchard lied.
That earned her more than she would have gotten if she'd admitted the worst. Mr. Pritchard wasn't playing around. He was going to teach his wife how to behave once and for all.
Their second honeymoon became Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain!