Taking Over the Family Business
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				Title: <strong>Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 23:22:09</strong>
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				Mariella Casartelli, or Marie for short, was waiting anxiously for her husband to get home. She had cleaned their part of the house multiple times, making sure his office especially was free of dust, smudges, and certain important documents that he kept "hidden" in the fake bottom of the top drawer of the desk. Marie had lived in this house her entire life, and her husband had finally inherited the role of Don from her own father. It had been long enough for her to recover from the worst of the grieving process, and now was spending her time spying on her husband. She had been incredibly jealous when he was made the head of the family instead of her. She had been around the top of the chain her entire life, listening in secretly to her father's dealings and pretending to not understand because she was a woman. <br><br>Marie was slowly getting over the jealousy, instead putting her energies into forcing her way into the business beside him. She knew all of the secret places in the house and furnature, which allowed her to easily listen in on conversations he had on the telephone or in his office and easily discover any documents or pictures he tried to hide. She didn't know if he was aware of her nosiness, but had a good feeling that he wouldn't be too happy if he found out. She loved him to death, but wasn't about to let herself be ignored when she'd finally almost made it to the top.<br><br>The house was looking beautiful and dinner was ready to be served as soon as he stepped inside the door. She had been fortunate that her husband had allowed the family to stay in the house when he inherited it. Her younger sister was married to a man not interested in the mafia but they already had two small children so they stayed in one half of the house, and her younger brother was away at university, but he still had a room. She and her sister would spend most days conspiring about how best to enter the business as women, and tonight she had a plan.<br><br>Marie had removed all of the documents from his desk and hidden them where she knew he would never find them. If he didn't allow her some say, he wouldn't get them back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:36:57</strong>
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				Antonio Bonanno opened the door of the car, and put his black hat on his head as he slowly and confidently came out, stepping to the street he now owned. He makes a signal to the driver and he goes with the car as he walks with his head straight and eyes fixed on the door. As he opens it with his right hand, he can immediately smell the work of her lovely wife, Marie.<br><br>He took his hat off and hanged it along the other hats near the entrance, but kept his jacket on. He knew how much Marie melted when she sees him on the 3 pieces pinstripe suit. Without making much noise, he started moving around the house, listening, always aware of the movements, and even more since he took over the other family business.<br><br>This was his safe heaven after all. He knew he was the one who ruled the north side of the city, and felt happy Don, his father in law has done such a good job, but he had to be careful anyway, you never now when some lunatic can try to do something.<br><br>Confidently he walked into his office, closing the door behind him, as his mind drifted around the idea of having his wife serve him dinner with the rest of the family after he goes through some papers he needs for some imports.<br><br>He loves his wife, the beautiful and fragile Marie. She has always though herself of a pretty tough girl, but he knows better than that. He knows she needs protection, and even more now that he is the boss.<br><br>As he approaches the desk he notices his papers are not there. Desperately he searches for them in his drawers, but they are gone.<br><br>Calmly he stands up, not showing his emotions, but fuming inside he gets out of the office and shuts the door with his key. As he puts it in the pocket he finds his wife in the kitchen.<br><br>"Mariella, we need to talk", he speaks in Italian to her. She knew there was trouble when he did that. And he just turned around and walked into his office sitting behind his desk on the chair with a firm look, as he watched her coming inside and close the door.<br><br>"Mariella, where are my papers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 04:17:37</strong>
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				Marie had been ready, expecting this. She had hoped he would enter the kitchen first, so she could feed him a piece of sweet roll and kiss him gently on the lips to butter him up, but expected him to conclude his business before dinner. As soon as she heard his rich deep voice speaking her native language she had to keep herself from squirming. Everything about the man made her feel so much more like a woman inside, especially when he was wearing that suit and speaking Italian.<br><br>She let him walk out of the kitchen and finished what she was doing, deliberately taking her time. Once she was finished, she strode confidently down the hallway toward his office, making sure that her expression was one of calm curiosity when she entered. <br><br>He didn't even miss a beat and immediately asked the question she had prepared herself to hear. She casually brushed a few wisps of her short brown hair behind her ear, and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Why was I not allowed to attend your meeting with your consigliere?" She was careful to keep her tone casual and not accusatory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 06:25:37</strong>
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				Tony looked at how calm she was and how beautiful she looked as she fixed her hair, but he was strong enough to fall for that. <br><br>Both his palms where completely on the desk as he leaned forward with his arms straight; looking at her firmly, not softening by her casual look.<br><br>"May be I could send a monkey to take care of the restaurant?", he shouted firmly, still looking at her with angry eyes that became smaller and smaller with every short breath he took.<br><br>"Or maybe I could ask the Corleones to take care of the children of your sister", he growled.<br><br>He was fuming, he was sure this day would come, but was not really expecting it so soon. His plan was already in place, but now he had to adjust somethings to make it work.<br><br>"Do you really think I could allow a woman to assist a meeting with the consigliere?", he kept shouting firmly as he now started to gesture with his right arm in the air.<br><br>"Maybe I could use a dress for the next meeting?", His eyes now popping out, his breathing fastened, his voice firm and deep.<br><br>Taking a deep breathe, he turns around, and with his hands in his pockets he walks around the desk and towards her, standing there.<br><br>"Mariella, do not force my hand". He spoke now with a softer but firm tone. "Where are my papers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 07:10:22</strong>
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				Marie let his words pass over her without an effect. She knew what her official place was and needed no reminding of her responsibilities. She noticed how angry he was getting and knew what the warning signs were, but she would not back off of this subject. <br><br>When he mentioned specifically about being a woman and meeting with the consigliere, she bristled. Her back became a little straighter and her eyes narrowed at him. The comment about the dress made her clench her arms to her sides instead of on top of her chest, and she felt the blood rise in her face. <br><br>"Your consigliere was a friend of my father's. He knows me, knows I am competent and not going to make poor decisions, Antonio. The only reason why I was not at that meeting is because you decided it. Just because I happen to be a woman does not mean I am incapable of decision-making or intelligence!"<br><br>She stood there, face flushed, hands clenched, glaring at him. When he threatened her, her gaze at him became impossibly more focussed, and her lips thinned in anger. She raised her head in indignation at his question and stayed silent, crossing her arms across her chest again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 18:25:36</strong>
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				Taking a deep breathe, he moved closer to her. He noticed how firm she was being, but he could not tolerate such an up-rise.<br><br>"Mariella, of course you are an intelligent woman", he spoke close to her, looking firmly into her eyes. As he moved towards her, she could notice how much taller he was, and allowed him to look down to her.<br><br>"You are intelligent enough to run the kitchen, or to keep the house clean", he continued, not even talking about her relationship with the consiglieri.<br><br>His jaw became tight as his teeth clenched and his right hand moves to grab her face firmly. He could feel her muscles trying to tighten as he touched her. His pupils became smaller as his eyes where fixed on hers.<br><br>"Mariella, my papers", his words short and firm. "now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 03:33:33</strong>
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				She felt slightly consoled when he admitted she was intelligent, and almost smiled up at him. She loved how tall he was next to her and always felt safe in his arms. However, when he qualified his statement with the kitchen, she bristled anew and tried to back away from him in order to keep a boundary between them, but he reached out and caught her face in his large hand. She tensed her entire body, ready to break away from his grasp, but his dark intense eyes kept her fixed in her spot. <br><br>Marie had only pushed him this far once before and had emerged with a slap on the behind for her troubles. She knew she was lucky to have such a man to put up with her. She remembered her mother and father fighting and the marks her mother would have in the morning, and was always frightened of angering her father because of it. The woman she was now was still afraid of angering the man in her life, but she was too deep into her principles to give up now.<br><br>When he ordered her to surrender the papers, she narrowed her own eyes back at his angry ones. "I am not your lackey to be ordered, Antonio Salvatore." She said both his first and middle name in a perfect impression of his mother. "Your papers are safe, but you are not getting them back. If you wish to know what they said, I can tell you word for word. But that would require you to trust me, as you would your consiglieri. I have more to offer this family and this industry than cleaning pots and pans all day."<br><br>Mariella realized she was taking a chance by trying to negotiate with him while he was in such a dominant position to her, but it was now or never. She figured that his next actions would spell either her doom or her success.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:45:42</strong>
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				He allowed her the time to shout. He allowed her breathe to hit his face as she shouted. Then, he quickly moved his left arm on top of her and grabbed her hair. He pulled back firmly, forcing her to arch her back and look up at him, while at the same time giving some space between them. He wanted her to feel his power.<br><br>He smirked with anger as she tried to resist at first, and then a sudden movement of his right arm firmly stroke her cheek. The sound of his hand hitting her face echoed in the room as he could instantly feel how the skin blushed.<br><br>"You will not get away with talking to me like this!", he shouted angrily. "You exist to serve me, as a woman, take your place! Your place is to clean, cook, and be available for me to fuck you whenever I want! Understood?!"<br><br>His eyes were popping out, as she could feel how his saliva jumped of his mouth and to her face with each angry word.<br><br>"Say it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 04:31:18</strong>
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				Mariella knew immediately that she had pushed too far when she felt the stinging sensation of his hand connect with her face. Tears sprung to her eyes, mostly from the force of the impact, and she bit her lip to keep herself from yelling back at him, while he shouted at her. If she had been less proud, she would have immediately begged for his forgiveness and done everything he told her to do, right then and there. But she was the daughter of a Mafia boss, and wife to another one. She was not without her principles, and she would not be bullied into submission this easily.<br><br>Marie didn't even hear a word he said, she was so angry. "You think you can bow me to your will by your open hand, Antonio?! The United States of America has granted me my right to cast my opinion in a public poll, and by God, if my opinion is good enough for the Government, it is good enough for you!" Quick as a flash, her own small hand made contact with the side of his face. The echo was not nearly as loud as the previous one, but the impact on the situation was equally as great.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 20:12:19</strong>
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				Antonio tried to move away, but her flying hand scratched through his cheek.<br><br>Still holding her by the hair, he quickly pulled first to destabilize her, and then pushed her face against the wall, taking clear advantage of his strength and height.<br><br>There he used his right hand to quickly unzip her skirt on the back and slide it down to her ankles, making sure movement would become difficult for her. He let her squirm for a while after also sliding down her underwear and leave her bottom exposed.<br><br>Fully in control he kept her face on the wall as he noticed her hands tried to reach somewhere, but he quickly raised his own, and a firm fast movement stroke against her ass cheek. He was angry and enjoyed her whining as the smacking sound filled the room, and her flesh jumped with the hit.<br><br>"You whore!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 03:47:25</strong>
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				Marie 'oofed' as she hit the wall. She felt her skirt and her underwear be pulled down her legs and squirmed against it. The young woman didn't know what her husband had in store for her, but knew that whatever it was, she probably wasn't going to like it very much. <br><br>When his hand met her ass, she squeeked. "Antonio!" She was still angry, mostly because he wasn't listening to anything she said, but knew that he was more of a man of action than of words. That trait was why he made such a good head of the Family, and Marie knew it.<br><br>She squirmed hard against him, trying to avoid his stinging hand on her cheeks by twisting her hips out of the way. "Antonio...!" Her bottom was getting warmer and her voice was getting a little more desperate than forceful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinMaster</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 06:10:14</strong>
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				His hand hit her ass cheeks over and over firmly. It did not matter to him how much she squirmed or moved. He just kept spanking her flesh hard, filled with angry, noticing how the skin became red.<br><br>As he felt her voice starting to loose power and sound weak, he let a small mischievous smile run through his face. He knew he was completely in control again.<br><br>As her shouts of his name became more and more as beg for mercy, he kept spanking her ass. He wanted her to remember each second from the rest of the afternoon.<br><br>Once tears started flowing through her face, he knew he had broken her, but this time it was not going to be so easy. He grabbed her wrist together behind her back, and in a quick movement he tied them with one of his silk ties, firmly enough to hurt her.<br><br>"Now Marie, kneel!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Over the Family Business</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 03:17:55</strong>
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				Marie couldn't take his hand spanking her for very long. He was a strong Sicilian man with a hand that dwarfed her own, and covered the majority of her ass with each smack. She tried to stand her ground and hold her pride, but it hurt so much that she was floundering fast. The smacks themselves stung, but the overt show of dominance hurt the most. She was a wife being spanked by her husband. If there was anything that displayed the absolute lack of power a woman held, it was this.<br><br>She started crying after that realization, and Antonio was quick to notice. She felt her wrists being bound with one of his ties, and whimpered at the amount of strength put into it. At his order, she had one last fleeting surge of defiance within her, but realized that nothing good could come of it, and she might as well do as he said. <br><br>Slowly, sniffling, Marie knelt before him. She tried to look the ultimate picture of pity so that he might go lenient on her. She looked at the ground, teardrops still falling to the lacquered wood, arms bound behind her and whispered, "I'm sorry, Antonio." 
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