Robert couldn't believe the state of the world. He didn't know when things had changed, but suddenly women had started getting ideas. Started thinking they were better than men, claiming they didn't need no man to provide for them.

Robert grimaced as he drove through the nearly empty street. A bunch of 'Women's Rights' airheads had moved into Cedarbrook. The quiet town was now crowded with women wearing fucking pants in the street, protesting about pay and all that other bullshit. What the hell was the matter with them? Walking around all indecent. He would never let his wife even walk out the house dressed like that. Yeah, Cedarbrook was on the down hill decline with these 'hippies' and 'progressives' flopping around. At least there were still some good folk in this town. Robert's boss Richard was a prime example. That man made sure every woman knew their place when they were around him.

Cedarbrook was dealing with a buch of whores who thought they could do what a man could. Thought they could provide for themselves. That was the problem with his ex-wife Sandra. Too independent. Too stupid. Acted like she was above staying home and cleaning. Who could blame him for cheating on her? No one with a dick. But not his current wife. She was a good little wife...most of the time. There were times when he had to give her a little swat on her cheek and she'd shut her mouth. 'Talking more than a woman should.' He'd tell her. That's all he'd ever had to do. She wasn't one of those you have to beat to death to listen to ya.

His wife cleaned the house, cooked, and spread her legs whenever he wanted her to. His obedient little wife. Everyone knew Robert's bitch wasn't running the show. He had her wrapped around him at any event. She wasn't even to look at another man, or talk. Why would a man want to talk to a woman unless he wanted to fuck her? They didn't, and Robert didn't feel like cramming teeth down a bastard's neck for looking at his wife. It was best to just keep her on a tight leash, and if she got lonely? Well, Robert would pump her full of kids. Problem solved.

He pulled into the driveway, noting the lawn needed mowing soon. His wife had offered to mow it for him, but Robert had been quick to remind her that women couldn't do such things. Far too fragile. The heat didn't need to touch her soft skin anyway.

A wave of food hit Robert's nose as he walked through the front door. Wife's doing her job. He smiled at the thought, maybe he should reward her tonight. She had been good all week. Even if she had forgotten about the laundry yesterday.

He shrugged his coat off and tossed it onto the chair arm. He could see her standing in the kitchen, a cute apron tied around her waist. Robert felt his cock twitch at the sight. That dress would look better on the floor...

He crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. 'Love seeing you in the kitchen, doll. Right where you belong.' He gave her a slap on the ass, and walked over to the dining table. 'Fix me a plate, I'm starving to death.' He sat down at the end of the dining table, flipping through the newspaper as he waited for his little wife to obey.