The covid lockdown continued and it was Valentine's day. David had prepared a romantic valentine's dinner for his wife.

Unfortunately, she still had to work at the office risky as it was. He looked at the clock, and she was late. The candles on the table were half way down. He had gone all out, the posh china, a nice cloth and heart shaped confetti.

He had overheard his wife telling her girlfriends on Zoom that the spark had gone and he didn't do enough anymore. Truth was lock down bummed him out like everyone else, but he resolved to be romantic and all that jazz.

As their usual haunt had closed for the time being, David had prepared an Italian feast. Being furloughed meant he could go shopping while his wife was at work, so he had purchased and hidden the food ready for cooking on the night.

The front door opened. His wife saw the table and sighed.

"Your late" he grumbled.

"I know, I'm sorry, I should have called" she said.

"Come here" he said, "Sit. It's cold, but we can still enjoy it."

David stood behine her and rubbed her shoulders. He then removed his belt, put it around his wife's waist and the back of the chair. He pulled it tight and secured it place.

"What are you doing?" his wife asked?

He walked in front of her and looked at her up and down. She was wearing a pink blouse, black skirt, heels and what looked like nude tights. "The food is cold and won't taste good, but we can still enjoy it!" He said.

"Oh? How?" She asked.

David picked up her bowl of soup, held it above her head and then proceeded to pour it over her. She shrieked and squirmed. He went around the other side of the table, picked up his bowl and poured that over her too.

Next he picked up his glass of white wine. Tasted it. "Its warm" he said. He poured both glasses over her and then the contents of the bottle.

His wife shrieked again as the warn wine mixed with the soup and ran over her ample breasts and dripped onto the rug.

"Now look what you have done" she scolded him.

He simply shrugged and went into the kitchen and returned with the main course. A pan of spaghetti bolognese - he had already mixed in the pasta ready for serving. He stood in from of her, looked her in the eye and poured the contents of the pan all over his wife. Strings of spaghetti and sauce went everywhere, splattering on the rug and David's trousers.

His wife looked at his crotch and saw he was aroused. However she decided to play along.

"How dare you! !" She shouted. "Look at me, I am a mess!".

"So?". He said. He went to the sideboard, uncorked the red wine and took a mouthful straight out of the bottle. He offered the bottle to his wife, she opened her mouth to drink, but didn't swallow. Her mouth filled up and overflowed, the red wine running down her front, into her crotch and then onto the rug.

"Now dessert". David went into the kitchen. His wife heard him in the fridge and other noises as he got what he needed.

After a few moments, David returned. In one hand a chocolate gateaux, the other, a large tub of pouring cream. He placed the items on the table.

He went behind his wife's chair and undid the belt. "Stand up" he commanded. "Remove your skirt, and leave your underwear on." His wife looked him in the eye and she reached behind for the zip. She slowly unzipped the skirt and moved it down past her hips. She let go and the skirt fell to the floor with a wet splat. He looked at his wifes legs, she was infact wearing nude stockings - now stained with red wine and tomato sauce. They stockings where held in place with white suspenders worn with lacy white knickers - also stained by the wine.

He gasped.

He walked over to the chair, his eyes never leaving his wifes legs. He placed the gateaux on the chair. "Sit" he said.

"On that?" she said.

"Yes, NOW"

"Ok, ok"

She sat on the gateaux.

"Oh" she said. She squirmed and felt the cool desert over her bum and thighs. The coolness felt good to her

David picked up the tub of cream and slowly poured it all over his wife. Her matted hair, her boobs, her legs. Again she shrieked and squirmed, but no longer complained.

"Now consider yourself punished" he said to his wife and she returned a naughty smile...