Miss Jasmine’s hubby slave kneels in front of her as she pulls on his nipples, which he apparently likes in spite of his whining, because he’s rock hard. She tells you that she’s trained him to do all the domestic chores, but no matter what, there’s always a slip-up or two. She tells hubby she has just found some crumbs on the floor in the kitchen. He says he’s sorry but she has even worse news for him – there was fluff in the dryer! Does this slave have no shame? How can someone be in the presence of a Goddess yet continue to make these sorts of mistakes?? She picks up her wooden spoon and spanks his man tits before telling him to get over her knees. “This is how I keep a successful marriage” she says, as she spanks him with her bare hands.
She reminds him that she’s going to a party shortly and that when she returns, things had better be spotless. She gets his ass glowing pink with repeated blows administered by both hands, and says his incompetence is a direct result of not being spanked enough. She continues to spank him and reminds him of her pet peeves; things which must never be overlooked – sloppy things like soap bubbles in the sink drain, and so on. “We’ve been married long enough for you to know what needs to be done” she says. She tells him he must hand wash her sexy lingerie, the stuff she wears for other men, and do the cooking, before she picks up the solid wooden brush to give his ass a few good smacks. The slave knows what’s coming and his sins will not go unpunished. Jasmine knows she has to be brutal and show no concern for his pain or his screams if she’s to mold him into the perfect husband; one she’s proud to show off to her friends. “You must try harder” she says, as she lets loose with repeated blows across his ass. She reaches between his legs and squeezes his nuts between her hands. The beating intensifies until his ass is crimson; her favorite color. She asks you if you could take the same kind of beating. Hubby cries out as his ass explodes with color, but Jasmine doesn’t let up; he needs this and would be doing himself a disservice if she stopped. She tells him to crawl into the kitchen, find the errant crumbs, and lick them up. As he crawls, she follows him into the kitchen and continues to wail on his ass. “I put so much into our marriage… he doesn’t deserve me” she says with a smile.
