Attitude Adjustment
Date: 7/26/2024,
Categories:
Spanking,
Author: Petesandman, Source: LushStories
I came home after a long day at work. I was very much looking forward to seeing my beautiful wife. She helped to create a welcoming, peaceful atmosphere at home. I loved her more than anything, and we took care of each other in our relatively traditional roles. It worked for us, and we'd never apologize for that.
Today was a bit different. I was met with a cold shoulder. I instantly gathered something was wrong and searched inwardly for something I'd done recently. Nothing came to mind, so I observed her for a while longer. Asking about her day only confirmed her mood. She was definitely being short with me.
"Watch your tone with me," I warned.
She scoffed, and I felt anger rising in my chest. I took a breath and softened my stance. "Where is this coming from?" I asked gently.
"What?" she asked in a gaslighting attempt to avoid confronting her sour attitude.
"Baby, we've talked about this. I need you to be upfront when something is bothering you. Same goes for me. Tell me what's wrong and drop the attitude," I said firmly.
"You don't fucking get it!" she yelled, immediately regretting it when she saw my face change.
My tone changed from gentle and understanding to rigid and serious. "You want to try that again?"
She looked down shamefully, realizing what she'd just done. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you shouldn't have. We agreed on the consequences of disrespect in this relationship. You do remember that, don't you?" She nodded ...
... with her eyes still turned downward. "You just earned yourself a serious attitude adjustment. Go to the bedroom and prepare yourself. I'll be there in a minute."
She obediently turned and disappeared into our bedroom. Watching her go, I was overcome with sympathy for her. The last thing I wanted to do was cause her pain, but the health of our relationship was far more important than anybody's wants at the moment.
She entered the bedroom and undressed to her underwear, as was customary before a spanking in our house. She sat down on the edge of the bed, half-naked and waited for me.
Still dressed in my work uniform and boots, I entered the room towering over her. She looked up, her eyes already glistening with tears. Although I pitied her, I remained stoic. "We can talk about what's bothering you in a little bit, but we need to deal with your attitude right here, right now. Do you understand why you are getting a spanking?" I questioned.
"Yes, sir," she said, nodding.
"Why?" I implored.
"Because I got frustrated and yelled at you. It wasn't fair to you and it was disrespectful," she answered with a cute little sniffle.
"God, she looked so good," I thought to myself. I focused on the task at hand. "That's correct," I said while unbuckling my belt. Gripping the belt firmly I swiftly removed it from the pant loops, doubled it in my hand, and looked down at her terrified face. "Stand up and bend over the bed," I ordered calmly but firmly.
She immediately ...