I am the fucking bread winner. I feed the cow, clothe her, and all she has to do is keep the fucking place clean and have my meal ready.Without a word...I walked over to where she sat and slapped her hard across the face. Sending the cow sprawling across the floor. Even before she could start crying I was kicking her in the guts, ignoring her screams as she folded in half, her breath rasping from her ugly fucking mouth.Moving around her I kicked her again, in the kidneys, watching her back arch. And what a prize it was.The current pillories' occupants paled in front of this lovely beauty. Her mask, convering her entire face and eyes, leaving the victim blind and deaf, did not reduce her charm as her stunning figure and magnificient bosom were way up the standards of any man in town. The guard smirked at the thought of this lovely whore getting pinned on the public pillory for months. He wondered was kind of mistake she accomplished to receive such a punishment. Maybe the wife of the. Our sexual education may have been a bit delayed, but the home schooling was working just fine.Our only concern was avoiding a premature pregnancy. Tad had a long ways to go in college and in launching a career. We would be heavily handicapped if we started a family too soon. It was the early 1960s and "the pill" had just come out. It was still controversial and frightening, and there were all sorts of stories about possible dangerous side effects.But we both hated condoms, and I became one of. After dinner I went back into the den, but I didn't much work done because I kept seeing Martha's face and the expressions that passed over it during the meal. They said, "He suspects, but he couldn't possibly know, could he?"It was bedtime before I took myself out of the den. Martha was already in bed when I got there. She had the covers pulled all the way up to her chin and she waited until I was undressed and then she threw them off:"Ta da!" she exclaimed. She was wearing nylons, a garter.