Ban This Book!
Entry by: retiring
7th March 2022
Ban this book
I quite simply do not know what she is talking about. How she can write such things is beyond me.
Let me explain. I am a perfectly ordinary man. I like things done my way. I always have done. And I told her that right at the start.
‘I like to be in control’ I said, as clear as day I said that. There’s nothing at all wrong with that as far as I am concerned. I would always take care of the money, I said, there was nothing for her to worry about. All she had to do was go to work, good as gold, and pop all her earnings into the joint account. I would make sure that she never went short – there was no need for her to worry. And all she had to do was a few very simple things for me in return.
Now, I’m not a fussy man, but some clothes are simply unacceptable. So I’m very clear about what I like and what I don’t like. Given that she gets a very decent clothing allowance then I reckon its only right that I have a say in what she buys. And a say in what she wears when. In fact, just to be sure, I usually lay her clothes out for her. I made it very clear the first (and only time) that she decided not to wear what I put out, that there were consequences for her disobedience. I have no idea why she thought she would tell the world by writing all this down in that damn book. She knew that my decision was final – what did she think would happen?
The book is so unnecessary – if she didn’t like how we lived our life she only had to say. There is no need to go telling the world as if she is a victim. Its not as if I ever hit her is it? I’ve never lost control. ‘Control’ is my thing. Having a plan makes sure I keep in control. I like to leave her a note, just to let her know exactly what I expect her to do when I get in. There is absolutely no need for her to be scared. As long as she does exactly as she is told then all will go well.
All that rubbish in the book about how I behaved if I didn’t get my own way. She makes me sound like a spoilt child. Of course I was cross if she disobeyed me. Of course I didn’t speak to her if she refused to do what I said. And of course I could keep this up for days, if not weeks. Why would I want to look at, touch or have anything to do with a woman who wanted everything her own way? I am the head of the house and what I say goes.
Alcohol, of course, helps. There is no way that I am having sex if I haven’t oiled the wheels first. She had the cheek to complain that I would only have sex if I had had enough to drink. You bet I would. I’m not risking going in sober – God knows what might happen. And no, I don’t fancy ‘a bit’ as she crudely calls it, when I first wake up in the morning. I will do it when I am good and ready and she has done all the prep work first. But why on earth did she have to tell the world in this damn book?
I’ve been so kind to her – I’ve never stopped her scribbling away. Providing she does it when I say she can then there is no problem. Of course, she can’t write when there are jobs to be done – but no woman should expect that should they? It’s a nice little hobby, or rather I thought it was. Cheap and easy, bit like her really. She thinks she’s so clever, just because she’s got a degree – it’s not my fault that I didn’t do well at college – what can you expect if you get a tutor like mine?
She thought she would go for that ‘up and coming’ job in that posh office. I had to work hard to show her that she really wasn’t up for something like that. They wouldn’t want to see her in the state she got into so often – all those tears made her face so blotchy and those late nights when we had our real fun - I could keep it going for hours. She once complained she got tired but when I showed her what ‘tired’ really meant she never complained again.
I thought she had begun to settle but it seemed not. Stupid woman left me – she will soon realise what she’s lost.
But this damn book – should be banned.
The foreman of the jury is just about to speak. No one would ever have known if it wasn’t for that book. I only wanted her to keep to the rules; stupid woman. If I go down she will lose me for good – there will be no point her pleading for me to take her back. That will be her punishment – it’s what she deserves.
I quite simply do not know what she is talking about. How she can write such things is beyond me.
Let me explain. I am a perfectly ordinary man. I like things done my way. I always have done. And I told her that right at the start.
‘I like to be in control’ I said, as clear as day I said that. There’s nothing at all wrong with that as far as I am concerned. I would always take care of the money, I said, there was nothing for her to worry about. All she had to do was go to work, good as gold, and pop all her earnings into the joint account. I would make sure that she never went short – there was no need for her to worry. And all she had to do was a few very simple things for me in return.
Now, I’m not a fussy man, but some clothes are simply unacceptable. So I’m very clear about what I like and what I don’t like. Given that she gets a very decent clothing allowance then I reckon its only right that I have a say in what she buys. And a say in what she wears when. In fact, just to be sure, I usually lay her clothes out for her. I made it very clear the first (and only time) that she decided not to wear what I put out, that there were consequences for her disobedience. I have no idea why she thought she would tell the world by writing all this down in that damn book. She knew that my decision was final – what did she think would happen?
The book is so unnecessary – if she didn’t like how we lived our life she only had to say. There is no need to go telling the world as if she is a victim. Its not as if I ever hit her is it? I’ve never lost control. ‘Control’ is my thing. Having a plan makes sure I keep in control. I like to leave her a note, just to let her know exactly what I expect her to do when I get in. There is absolutely no need for her to be scared. As long as she does exactly as she is told then all will go well.
All that rubbish in the book about how I behaved if I didn’t get my own way. She makes me sound like a spoilt child. Of course I was cross if she disobeyed me. Of course I didn’t speak to her if she refused to do what I said. And of course I could keep this up for days, if not weeks. Why would I want to look at, touch or have anything to do with a woman who wanted everything her own way? I am the head of the house and what I say goes.
Alcohol, of course, helps. There is no way that I am having sex if I haven’t oiled the wheels first. She had the cheek to complain that I would only have sex if I had had enough to drink. You bet I would. I’m not risking going in sober – God knows what might happen. And no, I don’t fancy ‘a bit’ as she crudely calls it, when I first wake up in the morning. I will do it when I am good and ready and she has done all the prep work first. But why on earth did she have to tell the world in this damn book?
I’ve been so kind to her – I’ve never stopped her scribbling away. Providing she does it when I say she can then there is no problem. Of course, she can’t write when there are jobs to be done – but no woman should expect that should they? It’s a nice little hobby, or rather I thought it was. Cheap and easy, bit like her really. She thinks she’s so clever, just because she’s got a degree – it’s not my fault that I didn’t do well at college – what can you expect if you get a tutor like mine?
She thought she would go for that ‘up and coming’ job in that posh office. I had to work hard to show her that she really wasn’t up for something like that. They wouldn’t want to see her in the state she got into so often – all those tears made her face so blotchy and those late nights when we had our real fun - I could keep it going for hours. She once complained she got tired but when I showed her what ‘tired’ really meant she never complained again.
I thought she had begun to settle but it seemed not. Stupid woman left me – she will soon realise what she’s lost.
But this damn book – should be banned.
The foreman of the jury is just about to speak. No one would ever have known if it wasn’t for that book. I only wanted her to keep to the rules; stupid woman. If I go down she will lose me for good – there will be no point her pleading for me to take her back. That will be her punishment – it’s what she deserves.
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