Talk:Hellhound/@comment-201.141.13.36-20151012222055/@comment-26948101-20151012230709

Is this the same Inari that also taught the Ushi-Oni how to cook and runs a cooking school for Mamono husbands in another WWYD scenario?

Getting back to this particular scenario, it's a bit too late for our daughter as my Hellhound waifu was in the next room and heard every utterance. Our little girl's eyes grow as wide as saucers as she sees mom come into the room...

"I'm sorry mom! I didn't mean....."

She didn't get to finish the sentence. Without saying a word, my waifu drags our unruly daughter before me by her ear as she lets out a series of pained yelps.

"Listen and listen well, I'm only going to tell you this once, little missy..." my waifu snarls ferociously at our cringing daughter, only slightly letting up on her ear. "This man before you is no ordinary human. He is your father, and more importantly he's my husband and most precious treasure. I can't make you listen to him, but I swear in the name of the Demon Lord's throne that if you EVER disrespect my lover and the most important man in my life like that again...."

She gives our daughter's ear a vicious twist- not enough to cause any permanent damage, but certainly forceful enough for her to remember this discussion for the next several weeks.

".....THAT will be as good as it gets for you, Little Missy." she said before suddenly letting go. "Do I make myself clear?"

Barely stifling a tsunami of tears, our daughter meekly nods while rubbing her ear.

"Good- now why don't you go ahead and apologize to the man who gave you life." the underlying growl in her voice made it clear this was no mere suggestion.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy!" our daughter wails tearfully.

"Don't apologize to me- apologize to the inari who's classes you disrupted." I said, deciding to take a more magnanimous approach to counter my wife's effective use of brute strength. "You'll have plenty of time to think about what you did in your room without supper...."

"D-Daddy...?" She asked nervously.

"You heard him, Little Missy..." my waifu said.

After looking at the two of us, our daughter was off like a shot. Five seconds later, we heard a door close upstairs.

"Honestly..." my waifu huffed. "What's gotten into her lately?"

"Mmmm....babydoll..." I murmur as I begin kissing my waifu's neck from behind. "I don't know about her, but I know what's getting into you in about 30 seconds..." I say as I use my right arm to sweep the plates and silverware off the kitchen table.

"Oh?" my waifu giggles with a lewd expression on her face. "Skipping dinner and heading straight for dessert, are we?"

Who said married life was tedious and repetitive?