Donna Allen

Raped whipped mom

CHAPTER ONE

"I'd rather not," she said. "You know I don't like that in the afternoon."

Paula Maxwell was annoyed at her husband's idea. Ray was suggesting they go up the bedroom and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.

She did not like to fuck in the afternoon.

She did not like to fuck in the morning.

She did not like it that much at any time, even at night, but of course they were married and when a woman was married she had to do those things.

Sometimes she was amazed at herself. Here she was, a married woman with a teenaged daughter and she still felt awkward about the sexual side of her marriage.

But that was the way she was. She couldn't help the way she was made. Ray had known from the time they were engaged that she would never be as enthusiastic about sex as he was.

Ray could fuck day or night, it made no difference to him. He was ready at any time.

Of course she had to service him at least once a week. That was what a wife was for. But she didn't have to enjoy it, did she? Her mother had never enjoyed it and had told her that was the way it should be. Her father had been a pastor and he always insisted that a woman who enjoyed sex was a slut.

I'm not a slut, Paula thought. She did not enjoy it, not when she and Ray fucked. She sometimes did enjoy masturbating, but she was always conscious it was a sin.