For once she was speechless as he loomed over her in the living room, his hands on his hips, she tried to keep looking at the TV but she knew he was right there and at his end with her.
He had come home from work, and there she was, still in her sweats exactly like she had been when he left early that morning. Its not that she had assigned chores around the house every day, but she had very clearly not done a single damn thing all day except sit and bingewatch. The room was a mess, she was a mess, and there were things she needed to have done today, she was taking classes and there was always homework, and she hadn’t done any of that, and she said (promised even) she was going to talk to the landlord about the tub leaking and she hadn’t done that either. Even though she said she would.
The worst part was she copped that attitude she has when he confronted her about all of this. And it wasn’t the first time they had this fight, and she hadn’t learned, she didn’t just admit it and realize what she had done, instead she got defiant and then confrontational, argumentative and started justifying things. She just couldn’t help herself and they had fought about that before. Eventually she confessed she gets caught up, wrapped up, distracted, like she can’t settle her mind down. He had said he knows a way to fix that when they fought about all this before, but she certainly didn’t think he was serious about going through with that as a solution to her behavior.
But now she realized he was very serious. He was really going to do it. He was going to take her upstairs by her bicep, even if she cried and dragged her feet, he was going to yank down those sweat pants, roughly tug the boyshort panties she had on down to her ankles, then push her over the bed and spank her. Hard.
She was almost shivering as his deep voice calmly told her all of that, and she felt dread, anticipation and fought the urge to argue. She also felt a huge sense of relief. She knew deep inside she needed this, but could never have asked him for it, she needed him to do it this way, it was the only way she could let it happen and make it be okay. She hated it, but needed it and she was breathing hard, and nipples were full and swollen and heavy as she felt his fingers close around her arm and start to lift her and half-drag and half-carry her towards the stairs up to the bedroom.
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