I arrived home from work feeling cranky today for some reason. Not my usual cheery self. Started banging stuff around in the kitchen and grousing to myself about anything I could find that needed grousing about. Unknowing, you walked right into the room and asked, "How's my pet today?"
Trying to be funny, I said, "Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?" You caught the undertone in my voice and were amazed that I was being so saucy....so unlike me! "My! We are in a mood, aren't we, pet? What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm just crabby today is all."
You sat down in a chair facing me and said, "I know what you need."
"Not now, Robert! I'm not in the mood!"
You said, "Come here!" in that quiet tone of voice that brooked no argument. I sighed and obeyed. I knew what you had in mind and figured to just get it over with and go on preparing dinner. As I reached your side, you pulled me over your lap and asked, "How many swats do you deserve?" I said five just to hurry up and be done with it.
"I think it will take more than that to change your attitude, pet. I'll give you twenty."
Now, I'm really mad and thinking why don't you just try and understand and leave me alone 'til I get over it! I struggle to free myself from your grasp, but I am no match for your strength. You haven't even told me to count this time! SMACK! SMACK! Right through my jeans. SMACK! SMACK! Slowly....deliberately. SMACK! SMACK! You notice my struggles are lessening and you smile as you hear a tiny gasp of pleasure escape through my gritted teeth. I have mentally counted anyway and know when you are done, yet you continued to hold me there. I squirmed just a little to test the tightness of that hold and gave up as I realized it was useless. You had me in your control.
"I will let you up if you promise to mind now, pet."
"Yes, Robert. I promise," I replied meekly. I kept my anger at you to myself.
"Okay, then. Now I want you to go to our room and get undressed for bed."
"Good!" I thought. "A good night's sleep will have me in a better mood."
I undressed, crawled in under the covers, and shut my eyes, but I couldn't go to sleep. I was thinking of your hand on my ass....that feeling of firmness and the love it contained. I was getting wet in spite of my irritation.