Chapter 112 Punishing My Pregnant Submissive
Will’s P.O.V.
She falls asleep in my arms on the sofa. I always leave her exhausted… and now she needs extra care, rest, and love.
God… I still can’t believe she’s pregnant. I’m going to become a father in seven months.
With a smile, I place my hand on her stomach. I can’t wait to hold the mini version of my Professor.
I really want to share this good news with my friends. They’ve been worried about us too.
So I text them to ask them to meet at the club tonight.
After a few minutes, I feel movement in my arms as she wakes up.
“What are you doing on your phone?” she asks sleepily.
“Nothing, my love.” I place my phone on the side table and pull her closer, hugging her tightly as I press a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m hungry, baby,” she says in that soft, baby-like voice of hers.
No one would believe she’s about to become a mother.
“What do you want to eat, ma’am? Today, I’m going to cook for you,” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair as I look into her blue eyes.
“Mac and cheese,” she responds excitedly, sticking out her tongue playfully.
After so many days, she’s excited about food again.
Thank you, God… for giving her happiness back.
“I love you so much. Just stay happy like this forever.” I pull her into my arms again.
I don’t feel like letting her go… but she’s hungry, and I have to cook for her.
So I gently move away.
“You freshen up, and I’ll be back with your food.” I slip into my shorts.
“Let’s just order food, Will. I just want to lie in your arms.” She encircles her arms around me from behind.
Hearing that, I drop the idea of cooking. Because honestly, I want to be in her arms too.
So, I make her sit on my lap and pick up my phone. “Alright, let’s order then.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, smiling as she looks at the screen.
After a few minutes, we decide on pizza. I’m about to place the order when her grip tightens around my shoulders. “Stop. I don’t want pizza anymore. I want to have mac and cheese. The way you make it… with extra cheese and crispy breadcrumbs on top. Please, Will?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Five minutes ago, you didn’t want me to leave the sofa. Now you’re sending me to the kitchen? The pregnancy mood swings are starting early, aren’t they, Professor?”
She pouts slightly. “I don’t know… I just feel like eating the food you make. I think the baby wants that. The baby has very specific tastes.” Placing her hand on her belly, she smiles at me.
I peck her cheeks. “Alright… as you wish.” I chuckle, placing my hand over hers on her tummy. “Or should I say, as the baby wishes?”
She laughs, and I gently lift her off my lap and settle her back against the sofa. I grab a blanket and tuck it around her legs, which are still bare and slightly sensitive.
I kneel in front of her and press a soft kiss to her forehead… then to her belly.
“I’ll be back with your food, little one,” I whisper, gently caressing her stomach.
I stand up. “Stay right here,” I instruct her in a firm tone, the one she loves. But this time, it’s not my dominance speaking, it’s my care. “I’ll go start the pasta. But if I hear you moving. I might have to find that red ribbon again to keep you seated.”
She blushes instantly. “I’ll be your good girl, sir.”
I walk into the kitchen and start preparing the pasta. The house feels different now. Warmer. Full. Alive. A new life is coming into this home.
God… just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.
I glance toward the living room. She’s already looking at me. Watching me cook with a smile on her face.
“I love you,” I call out from the kitchen.
“I love you too,” she replies, her voice soft… but full of happiness.
And for the first time in what feels like forever…
Everything feels right.
We’re sitting at the dining table, quietly eating the pasta I made for her. She looks content. Peaceful. Watching her eat with such genuine appetite is the best sight I’ve seen in weeks.
Now and then, her hand drifts to her belly, like she still needs to remind herself it’s real.
"I haven't forgotten about last night, Professor," I say suddenly, breaking the silence.
She pauses with a fork halfway to her mouth. “What about last night?” She tries to sound innocent as she continues eating.
I lean back slightly, watching her. “Don’t act innocent, Professor.”
"What?" she finally asks, meeting my eyes, her cheeks flushing a light pink. "You were the one who told me to take control, Will. I was just following your lead."
My expression hardens into the one she knows, the one that signals the Master is back. "I told you to take control to distract you. But in the middle of it, when things went too far, I gave you a direct order to stop. And you didn't listen to me, did you, Professor?"
I see her swallow.
“I couldn’t stop,” she admits with a shy smile. “I was enjoying it too much… seeing you like that. Being the one in control… for once.”
I can see she’s still lost in the high of it, the rare thrill of having me at her mercy. But even if I allowed it for her sake, I have no intention of letting things stay that way.
"The fact remains that you disobeyed me. There are consequences for that, Professor. You’re going to be punished." My tone turns stern.
“I’m sorry, Will… I just got carried away.” she tries to melt me with that pout she knows works on me.
It almost does.
Almost.
“You know sorry doesn’t work here.” I let a dark smirk play on my face.
She exhales, then leans back slightly, a playful smile returning. “Okay, fine. Because you know how much I love being punished by you.”
“I know that all too well.” I gesture to her plate. "Now, finish your food. You need your strength for what's coming tonight."
A blush spreads across her cheeks, but she doesn’t argue.
After we finish eating, I wipe my hands and glance at her. “We’re going to the club tonight. I called my friends. I want to share the good news with them.”
She nods. “I know… they were so worried about us.”
I reach across the table and place my hand over hers. “Don’t think about that now. Everything is fine.”
She nods, smiling. “Yes… and I’m so happy.”
“Good. And now we need to get ready.”Before she can even stand, I lift her into my arms.
She chuckles, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her body feels even more precious now. More fragile. More important.
Because she’s carrying our child, our miracle.
“Will, I can walk—”
I cut her off softly. “I know, but I don’t want you to.”
I carry her upstairs, straight into our room. Then into the bathroom. I set her down gently, my hands stay on her waist for a moment longer than necessary as our eyes look into each other’s. “Let’s take a shower.”
She nods, then suddenly pulls the knob down, letting the water cascade over our bodies as she laughs.
And I realise…
This is the version of her I’ll protect at any cost.
We finish dressing for the club. She is busy with her makeup, draped in a black knee-length dress, while I am occupied with thoughts of how I’m going to punish my wife.
She applies red lipstick in front of the dressing table. Once she finishes, I command, "Bend over the dressing table, Professor."
Her breath becomes heavy at the sound of my dark voice.
She complies instantly, bending down, and then grips the edge of the table, watching me through the mirror. I find everything different now, because she isn't alone now. She has our baby growing inside her.
Standing behind her, I gather the items I’ve prepared. I hike up her dress and pull down her red panties.
"Spread your legs, Professor.” As I command, she obeys instantly.
I spread her buttocks before applying lotion on her tiny and easing the plug into her. She gasps at the sudden, heavy fullness. Next, I push the vibrating eggs in other hole.
"Fuck!" she clenches the table.
I pull her panties back up, smooth her dress down, and make her stand.
"This is your punishment for disobeying me," I whisper in her ear from behind, staring at our reflection. My hot breath brushes against her skin. "This will remind you throughout the entire night exactly who is in control."
I pull out my phone and set the vibrations to the highest setting. Both devices begin dancing inside her.
"Oh God... have mercy on me, Master," she moans, clutching the table again. "Your submissive... she’s pregnant now."
I chuckle, gripping her waist. I dial the setting back to the lowest level, and she lets out a breath of relief. "Don't worry about that, Professor. I’ve already consulted with the doctor. I know exactly what I can and cannot do with my pregnant submissive. We're perfectly safe."
Her eyes widen in the mirror with a mix of shock and arousal. "You actually asked the doctor? About... this?"
“Everything.” I nod with a dark smirk. "Now, you know the rules. We’re meeting my friends. You will act perfectly normal. You will sit, talk, and smile while these are dancing inside you. If I see you slip, if I hear a single moan, the setting goes higher, and you will be punished right there in the club."
"Yes, Master.” She rests her hand on her belly. "See your daddy, mini-me? He is so evil."
"And he’s all yours.” I kiss the back of her neck. "Now, let’s go." I turn her around to face me. "And from now on, avoid wearing high heels."
I love seeing her in high heels. They are my biggest turn-on. That’s why I always fuck her in heels, but I can't take any risks now.
"But you like them.” She stares at me through the mirror. She knows very well how much they arouse me.
"I do, Professor.” Now I stand in front of her, holding her arms. "I love seeing you in them. I love fucking you while you're wearing them, and it makes you look even hotter. But things have changed. You're carrying our baby. We can't take any risks. Understood?"
"Yes, my caring Master.” She nods, smiling.