[M4F] Know Your Place

(This is best done talking with a mid-atlantic accent, to elicit that 1950's feel. I searched for examples : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpv_IkO_ZBU or )

Honey, I'm home ! Oh, I'm so hungry ! What's for dinner ?
*sudden white-hot furor* What ? What do you mean, nothing ?
And what, pray tell, am I supposed to eat ? (...) Oh... Oh ! You've been feeling tired all day, have you ? Well, I guess it explains why this place is a mess !
Well, come here. Come here ! I'm your husband, and if you're not feeling well, I want to give you a kiss to make it all better !
That's right honey, come in my arms.
[hard slap on the face] How's that for a nice kiss, woman ? I could give a damn, you're tired. You're a joke.
You think you can disrespect me in my own home ?
*breathe in, breathe out, to calm yourself*
I'm sorry honey. It's my own fault. I've been so caught up in work, I have been negligent towards you.
But don't worry ! We're going to have a little friendly chat, so that things can be clear and simple again.
I just have to remind you of what you're here for, what your place is and how you are to behave.
And trust me, you WILL remember your place at the end of it.
First of all, you are a woman. And as such, you must show deference and respect to me, a man.
Hush, woman ! You will not interrupt me ! [another slap] Especially if it's to nag me about equality or such nonsense.
Have you been talking to your sister again ? That damn suffragette... If women start to listen to those hairy hags, society as we know it will collapse !
No, sweetheart, listen to me, I'm trying to teach you how the world works. Women have been created by God to serve men and please them, with their flesh and their obedience. When you talk back, you defy the will of God, and I can't have that, not in my home.
Second, look around you. Look ! You think you'd live in such a nice home, have such nice clothing, if I were not paying for them ? You should prove to me every day how grateful you are. And what do you do instead ? You take every chance you get to make me angry.
I have half a mind to find myself a new wife, one that doesn't need me telling her how things work.
Now when I get home, I expect that dinner be ready and the home tidy, I expect a glass of whiskey in my hand without me having to ask for it, and I expect you to be on your knees, ready to accept my cock in your mouth.
Thats right. A woman's place is on her knees. Come on ! On your knees. Show me why I shouldn't kick you to the curb at once.
Now you know damn well how to show gratefulness, woman. Take that cock out of my pants and shove it in your mouth.
Oh, you're starting to show fear. That's good. Though it is but a start, it does feel nice to see you acknowledging my power over you.
*groan* It feels nice. Doesn't it feel nice for you too ? Can you feel how right this all is, you on your knees, cock in mouth your cheeks stil burning from my slaps ?
So what does a good wife tell her husband when he's nice enough to remind her of her place ?
She says "thank you, Sir". Go on, say it. Again. Again... Again !
*angry* Say it so I believe you, dammit ! Give me that head. [start fucking her face]
You don't appreciate how stressed I am, you harlot. I bust my ass at work and I have to come home and watch you being lazy and entitled.
You have forgotten that you depend on me. Let me burn that lesson in your pretty little face.
What ? What are you trying to say ? I can't hear you. You shouldn't try to speak (or scream) with your mouth stuffed like that. Are you trying to tell me you can't breathe ? I know you can't breathe, but you're not here to breathe, you're here to suck my cock, and that's what you're gonna do.
[letting her go] That's enough for now. Now it's too late for a proper dinner, but you ARE going to make me a sandwich. Strip.
Go on, strip naked. You don't need clothes, not with me. A simple BLT, I think you can manage. Or do I have to teach it to you too ?
Well, you say that, but I'm not sure I believe you. I always have to stand behind your back, haven't I ? Start slicing the tomatoes. Chop, chop !