Act Lie a Brat

~~This story pertains to a domestic discipline and Take-In-Hand relationship with two adults over 18 years of age. Neither subjects of the story at any point role play as a child or claim to be a child under 28 years of age.~~

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We were going out today, my husband and I. It seems like we do not get to go out as often as we both would like. We both work full-time, so it takes away from our time together, to go out and be people and enjoy ourselves. When we are presented with the opportunity to go out and experience new things, or simply go to the grocery store, we do it gladly, and in great enjoyment of each others company. I adore him and his companionship so, he is everything that I have for so long needed in my life.

It is not uncommon, however, that my mouth and my attitude cause the day to be less than perfect. I have an ability, or better yet, an inability to always communicate properly to the level that he expects of me. He always wants me to be the best that I can be, and if I am talking over him disrespectfully, interrupting him, or being argumentative, then this hampers the experiences that we share together. This is what happened today.

I was not aware of what I was doing, and how I was acting and speaking. Now, looking back, I know that I was being extremely bratty, entitled, argumentative, rude, and disrespectful. All of the things that damage a relationship between two people that love each other the way that we do.

We had just pulled out of the parking lot, and I had just sunk my teeth into him figuratively over something minuscule in the house and I could tell immediately that it had angered him. Even with that visual representation of his displeasure in me, I continued in my bratty and argumentative behavior, to the point that I lost him. His eyes disappeared behind a shade of anger, and disappointment. This is the look that consumes him right before he gives me the opportunity to learn how to be better.

Without looking at me, and continuing to drive he stated simply and coldly, "Take off your pants and underwear".

I was thrown back, and shocked at the statement so, in my bratty and argumentative way, I questioned him mockingly, "What for"?

Questioning him is one of the biggest mistakes that I make in our relationship, and I wish that I could say that it doesn't happen. His face went blank, but without turning to face me, his voice came again with a cold, and distant, but calm strictness.

"Take off your pants and underwear". At the sound of his voice, and the look on his face, I knew immediately that I had overstepped my place, and that my only option was to follow his instruction obediently.

I unclasped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, then remembered my shoes, slipped them off, then pulled my jeans off the rest of the way and left them crumpled in the floorboard by my feet. I looked at him momentarily, then pulled my panties down, stepped out of them, and left them on top of my pants in the floorboard. I folded my hands in my lap and looked at him for some sign of acknowledgment that I had complied with his instructions. To my surprise, he pulled off of the road, and on to the shoulder. We were going to check out some brewery's a couple of hours away, so we had a while to go as our ride was just now starting.

He put the car in park, turned at the waist looking at me for the first time, "give me your panties." I saw the cloud of disappointment still in his eyes and reached down obediently picking up my panties and putting them in his open hand.

"Open your mouth" he stated in a way that gave me a chill.

"But. . .". He reached up firmly placing his hand around the back of my neck, making sure I felt the weight of him and his strength on my neck.

"Open your mouth now".

I did as I was instructed, but I was shaking. As soon as my mouth was open satisfactorily, he began pushing my panties into my mouth until they were completely behind my teeth and causing my mouth to remain open for anyone to see the wad of soft, black fabric in my mouth.

I whimpered as the humiliation ran down my core, and filled my stomach.

His hand on the back of my neck moved suddenly to grasp a large handful of my hair and jerk my head just enough to get my attention immediately.

"Be quiet, no whimpering, and you absolutely will not touch or remove those panties from your mouth. I put them there, and they will remain where I put them until I remove them. Do you understand?"

I sniffled a little and shook my head yes in affirmation of my understanding.

"Now, put your hands behind your back, and lean back in your seat like a good girl for a change". I peered down at my pants still on the floorboard, and he followed my gaze.

"There you are, questioning me again. Did I say anything about your pants? Put your hands behind your back, and sit properly, don't worry about those, you don't need them anyway."

I'm sure he could read the sadness in my eyes, at being called out for questioning him, even non-verbally, and I whimpered slightly as I put my hands in the small of my back grasping my left wrist with my right hand.

"I told you no more noise, you have been boisterous and disrespectful enough for the day. Now it is time for you to take a break. No noise, no sounds, just a good wife enjoying the ride, and listening for a change."

I nodded my head again in understanding, biting down on the panties in my mouth a bit before letting my chin fall to my chest. I longed for the ability to close my mouth fully, and the panties stuffed deep into my mouth filled me with humiliation, and what was worse is that I knew I had earned this.

"I love you so much, I wish you wouldn't behave the way you have today; it robs us of the ability to fully enjoy ourselves together."

He put the car in drive and merged back onto the highway; I was thrilled to see that he didn't change our course of direction. Despite my indiscretions, he was not going to cancel our plans, and we would still be able to enjoy our day together.

He began regaling me with each and every account of disrespect, argumentativeness, bratty, questioning behavior that I had flooded our existence with over the short course of the morning. As he spoke, I could see the weight of the stress I had caused him and us weighing on his shoulders. The more he spoke and educated me as to what landed us in this present situation, the lower I felt, and the more I wanted to disappear through the floorboard of the car. He didn't just recount each indiscretion, but he explained how those actions hurt us, how each action affected him emotionally and risked our ability to enjoy our day together. I kneaded my wrist with my hand behind my back, part as an outlet for my frustration in how my behavior had stunted the full potential of our morning.

"You are fidgeting way too much, I need you to pay attention to us, not focus selfishly on yourself. Cross your ankles straight in front of you and keep your hands still."

I did as instructed, crossing my right ankle over the left, and flattened both hands into the small of my back to decrease the chances of my fidgeting.

"You'll remain this way until I say otherwise, do you understand?"

I nodded my head in affirmation, making eye contact with him for the first time since this lesson began. He grinned softly and reached out and stroked my cheek with his fingers. My eyes closed in response from his touch, and I leaned into his hand, longing to be able to kiss his palm, and each of his fingers.

"You are such a beautiful woman, you shouldn't have to wear your panties in your mouth, because of having such an ugly attitude, they should only ever be there when we play, do you understand?"

I understood completely and closed my eyes. My behavior would have progressed so poorly that it would have ruined our whole day, and this was his only way of really and completely grabbing my focus and attention and having me reflect fully on the gravity of my behavior.

I bit down again on the panties in my mouth, they had been there for well over an hour and a half, and they had become moist with saliva. The humiliation and reflection caused my body to respond typically, and a puddle of moister had formed underneath me on his leather seats. I rocked my hips back and forth slightly and felt my sex slide sensually against the lubricated leather. He noticed my movement immediately.

"This isn't done yet, don't move. Don't worry, this day will be salvaged, I can see how aroused your body is right now, I know how correction affects you. We may make this day more interesting later."

I nodded again and ceased the movement of my hips and let my head hang again.

The city we were driving to came into focus in a distance and I knew that we would be there shortly. He briefed everything again and made sure that I understood why we were unable to enjoy our regular jovial conversations on our ride, then reached up and pulled my panties from my mouth.

"I love you."

I responded softly, "I love you too, thank you for helping me."

He smiled and held the panties out for me to take.

"Put them back on." My eyes widened, and he grinned menacingly.

"If I have to correct you, we will at least enjoy the after effects of it."

I responded, "Yes Sir" and couldn't help but blush while I straightened the damp panties, stepped into them, and slowly pulled them up and back around my hips.

"Make sure you use those panties properly to clean up all that mess you made on my seat."

I responded again, and my face turned bright cherry red as I began grinding my hips, causing the panties to soak up all of the fluid I had deposited on his leather seat.

"I don't think you are getting it all up, get on your knees on the floorboard, and use your tongue to clean up the rest."

I felt like my face was on fire as I turned around on my knees immediately began lapping at the puddle of my own fluids that was still on his leather seat where my ass had just been.

"I bet the fluids from a proper correction taste sweeter than fluids from sexual arousal."

I looked up lovingly at him, "yes Sir they do, thank you for letting me taste them, and clean my mess from your seat."

He reached over and patted my head, letting his hand rest on the back of my neck, and I let the weight of his hand guide my face back down to the seat. All I could smell was the musk from my mental arousal, and lapped greedily at the seat, being sure to get every last bit of my juices from it.

I could feel us pulling into the parking lot of the establishment and after parking the car, he put his hand under my chin and lifted my head to face him.

"Come back up here and put your pants and shoes back on. Be sure to leave those panties on. I want you constantly reminded of why good communication and behavior is so important."

I responded and pulled the pants up, fastened them, then slipped my feet back into my shoes. He put his hand in between my thighs, and instinctively I spread my legs to give him his access. He pressed his hand into my sex and rubbed the wet panties and pants against my sopping wet clit. I looked down and could see the darkened fabric where it had absorbed all of the juices from me. Anyone looking close enough would know instantly how much of an obedient and wanton wife I was for this amazing man. The thought of their jealousy and judgment made me smile.

He leaned in and gave me a wonderfully long and moist kiss then abruptly smacked my leg. "Let's go!" he exclaimed, and I jumped out of the car without hesitation.

I was so excited for the rest of our day, with my newly reset manners. When I got around to his side of the car he put his hand between my legs and on my sex again. I tightened my thighs and backed away shyly, but he put his other hand in the small of my back and pulled me into his chest. He held his hand there, and I began grinding my hips on it out of glorious habit. I could feel the wet mark on my pants expand the cover the entire area of my crotch.

He smiled menacingly, took my hand, and wrapped my finger around his belt loop. "Stay there until you are removed, and don't speak unless I give you permission to do so, you'll need to prove to me that you can behave like a proper wife, and truly remorseful for your behavior this morning."

I nodded in affirmation, tightened my fingers around his belt loop, and followed him into the brewery in a state of calm mental peace as I felt the moist panties clinging to my skin beneath my pants, and continued to reflect on the ride here, my behavior, and how I would prove to him that I am worthy of all of the time he spends, and attention he gives me to mold me into the perfect woman. I love him so much.