Today did not go well for me. Actually… things started to go down hill yesterday. And by “things”, I mean the good streak I had been on with Daddy.
Lately, I have been a VERY good girl. Daddy has given me many compliments on what a good, respectful attitude I’ve had toward him and how well behaved I have been. I have been following all of his rules and he hasn’t had to give me a discipline spanking in quite some time (though he has spanked me for sexy reasons 😊). He’s loved the softer demeanor I’ve displayed toward him over the last few months.
But yesterday….yesterday, my non-submissive bratty side reared her ugly head. Twice, Daddy warned me about my tone. Thankfully, I was able to get myself back in check after a lecture from him but that was not the case this afternoon.
It started while Daddy and I were working on a project together in the front yard. Basically, we had to tow a non-running vehicle up the hill to our garage so Daddy could work on it. Heading to his truck to grab a tow strap, he said to me “Could you please go inside and get the keys to the Jeep? They are on the front table.” To which I responded, “You literally just came outside…why didn’t you just grab them?”
The look Daddy shot me froze me in my tracks. I immediately turned around and headed inside through the garage. But, it was too late…Daddy had enough of my disrespectful attitude. I could hear his footsteps behind me, following me into the garage. I knew what was coming.
Daddy took me by the arm and walked me further into the garage. Thankfully, we have a very long driveway and so while we were within earshot of the road, no one could see us…but the garage door was open. He took down my pants and panties and immediately got to work setting fire to my bottom.
I tried not to cry too loudly… I really didn’t want any of our neighbors to hear me getting a spanking. But Daddy was intent on teaching me a lesson. He lectured me on speaking to him respectfully while he spanked my bare bottom. He told me that he understood that I hadn’t been feeling well the last few days, but that this was not a reason to misbehave. He spanked me to tears and then sent me to fetch the keys he’d asked for with a cherry red bottom and my pants and panties around my knees.
When I returned and handed him the keys, he told me that he expected to see a change in my attitude. And I assure you… he did! He allowed me to pull my pants back up and we got back to work.
While it is true that I have not been feeling great the last few days, and I am dealing with grief issues surrounding the birthday of my deceased brother, this is still no reason to speak so disrespectfully to my husband. This is the man who has loved me every day over the last 20 years, the man who comes home to me every night, and the man who makes sure that I have everything that I need to be happy.
I am sorry, Daddy! I will do better.