He continued to glare until she finally decided to ask what was wrong. He told her to stand up and follow him down the stairs and to the front door, which was unlocked and wide open...she had left it that way when coming in from her walk. He shut and locked the door, and the yelling started immediately. "What is the matter with you? Do you want a total stranger to walk into the house and take everything we own? Or better yet, walk up the stairs to find you sleeping on the couch? Did you ever stop to think that you just might be unsafe? No you didn't... that is the problem with you. You never think about the consequences of anything." He was really upset, but she didn't think that his words were fair. Nothing had happened to her, nothing had happened to the house. She turned on her heel and started walking up the stairs without saying a word.
"How dare you walk away from me! Do you actually think you are going to get away with this one? You are making this ten times worse for yourself," he said from the bottom of the stairs. She continued up the stairs, and stopped to turn around quickly as she realized that he was now following her, and was close to arms reach. She started running up the stairs and headed straight for their room, trying to close the door before he reached her, but he was too fast, and she was too late. For the first time in a while, she was actually scared. He seldom got this angry and she had certainly added to fuel to the fire by turning her back on him. He grabbed her by the hair before she could get too far, and she stopped, breathing heavily as the anticipation of what was to come got the best of her.
Leading her back into the living room, he sat down on the couch and dragged her across his knees. Without a word, he lifted up her skirt, pulled off her underwear, and started spanking her hard. Then the lecturing came..."How can you be so irresponsible? What makes you think that you are invincible to all the things that happen to everyone else around you? I am going to make sure that every time you walk into this house, you are going to remember this punishment, and lock that fucking door." He started spanking her even harder, but she knew that this was just his warm up. Tears were running down her face as she struggled to remove herself from his grasp, but he was way too strong for her. Blow after blow came down on her, and she realized that although this was definitely a punishment rather than sexual playfulness, she was soaking wet. Finally he stopped and began rubbing her burning ass, smiling to himself when he saw her glistening pussy.
He lifted her off of him, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her face and stroking her hair. She knew this was his way of telling her that although she knew he was causing her so much pain, that he really loved her and cared for her. The combination of his wrath and his love was almost too much for her, as she began to cry freely. He told her to stay where she was, and got up from the couch, leaving her in the room alone with her thoughts and some time to collect herself. A few minutes later, but what seemed to her to be hours, he returned with his paddle. He motioned to her to get up and sternly told her to fully undress and bend over the back of the couch. She peeled off her shirt, removed her bra, as he stared at her appreciatively. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide to the floor, before stepping out of it leaving her fully naked and vulnerable.
