Stacy Gets a Reminder

     With his hand firmly wrapped around her wrist, he guided her to her knees before him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and took both her hands in his. "Why don't you start by telling me why we're here," he told her.        
     "Because I didn't listen to you," she whispered.
     He reached out and lifted her chin, until her eyes met his. "You weren't ashamed of it when you were disobeying me, right? So say it loud and clear. Why are we here?"
     Bottom lip quivering, she said, "Because I didn't listen to you."
     "That's right, you didn't listen to me. What did I tell you to do?"
     "To stop arguing my point and to take a break if I needed one..." it was in that moment, as she repeated his words back to him, that she realized what a dummy she'd been. He'd given her the opportunity to collect herself and get her attitude in check, and she totally blew it off.
     They were arguing over something stupid, and he'd told her to drop the subject. She just couldn't let it go, and brought it up again, continuing to argue her point. It was then he'd told her to stop and take a break. Of course, she hadn't listened, and pressed on .. which prompted him to send her immediately to their room to wait for him.
     He could tell by the look on her face that it had become clear to her that she'd made a mistake. "So, why didn't you just do that?" he wanted to know.
     "I'm really sorry," she told him quietly. "I don't know why I didn't listen to you. I should have ... I was too caught up in trying to prove what I was saying."
     "I'm very upset, Stacy. Having to punish you was not part of what I pictured tonights events to include. We were having a very nice time together until you started your bratty little argument." he scolded her.
     Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry sir," she whimpered. "I didnt mean to ruin our night."
     He cupped her cheek with one hand, and said firmly, "You did not ruin our night, princess. But when I'm spanking your little butt I want you to remember that we could have been cuddling and watching tv instead. You just need to remember to be respectful and to listen to what I say. Do you understand?"
     She nodded. "Yes sir."
     "Good. Do you think you deserve to be punished?"
     Stacy squirmed in embarassment, her cheeks flushing bright red.
     "Answer me." he demanded.
     "Johnny.." she pleaded.
     "Do you deserve to be punished, Stacy? It's a simple question. Answer me."
     She hung her head, barely able to squeak out her response. "Yes, sirrr."
     He sighed. "I can't hear you,"
     "YES SIR." she snappped, frustrated.
     Johnny chuckled amusedly. "Oh, that's a nice little attitude to have right before you're about to get your ass blistered. Stand up."
     She whimpered, but stood up, her fingers nervously playing with the frayed edge of her jean skirt.
     "Lift up the skirt and take down whatver you have on for panties." he ordered. "Actually...take your skirt off too. Then you can go to the drawer and get the wooden spoon."
     Her eyes grew wide and she began pleading. "Oh please sir, can't you just use your hand? I'm really sorry!"
     Johnny shook his head. "I would have only been using my hand if you hadn't decided to get sassy just then. So get the skirt and panties off, and get the spoon. Now."
     Hanging her head, she did as she was told. The spoon felt light and innocent in her hand as she carried it over to her determined husband, but she knew as soon as she handed it over, it was going to morph into something evil.
     He held his hand out for it, and when she gave it to him, he nodded his head solemnly at her. "Is there anything else you'd like to say before we begin your punishment?"
     She lifted her sad eyes to meet his and whispered, "I'm just really sorry, sir. I know I should have listened to you."
     "Get over," he said, his voice gentle but firm. When she was situated over his lap, he said, "I hope this serves as a reminder to keep your temper in check and to listen to me when I speak to you." he started spanking her bare cheeks all over, watching them go from pale white to a flushed pink as she wriggled to avoid his stinging hand. "Stay still." he reminded her.
     "I'm tryyying sir .. it hurtss." she sniffled.
     "I know it hurts, baby...it wouldn't get your attention if it didn't. Right? It needs to hurt, so you'll learn your lesson. You earned this spanking .. take it like a good girl." he spanked her sit spots, hard, until she started crying softly. He stopped spanking, then, and started rubbing her sore bottom. He ran his fingers lightly over her burning sit spots. "Do you think you've learned anything, princess?"
     "Yesss," she cried. "No more arguing, and I'll listen from now on! Please Johnny, don't spank me anymore.."
     "You know what, sweet heart? We would have been done if you hadn't had that little attitude with me. You know I won't stand for that and I'm going to give you a dose of the wooden spoon to help you remember that." he told her, reaching for the spoon. He cracked it down across her pink flesh, and she squealed. As he settled into a more even pace, she started crying out and wiggling around. "Stay still," he told her, whacking her thighs.
     "I'm trying sirrrr," she wailed, wrapping her arms around his thigh and squeezing tight, gathering strength from him.
     "I know you're trying," he told her evenly. "But you're moving around, and I don't want to hit somewhere that I'm not aiming for. So try harder, hear me?"
     "Okaaaayy."
     He stopped. "Stand up."
     Stacy got to her feet slowly, a bewildered look on her face. She knew better than to think it was over, and she began getting nervous wondering what he was going to do next.
     He stood up, and pushed her down. "Bend over," he said as he guided her down. "Put your hands on the mattress, and spread your legs...wider." when she was positioned just as he wanted her, he picked up the spoon again and tapped it on the inside of her legs.
      She moaned. "Please, please not there..." she begged. She knows from first hand experience just how sensitive the skin is there, and she didn't want it to be smacked with the spoon. It made her wince to just imagine.
     "You're going to be my good girl for the rest of the night, right baby?" The spoon had only left her skin for a second before it landed again, white-hot, on the inside of her thigh.
     "OHH! Yesssiiirrrr,"
     He tapped the other thigh, and landed another searing blow to even her out. "Shhhh, shh." he whispered, soothing his hand over the stinging spots. He landed several more crisp swats to the insides of her thighs before focusing on the backs of her legs and her sit spots some more.
     She was crying long before it was over, and barely noticed he'd stopped until he was helping her to her feet.
     He gathered her onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms protectively around her. He kissed the side of her head. "I love you babygirl," he whispered into her tangled hair.
     "I love you too! I'm sorry I was a brat and argued with you, and that I didn't listen."
     He smiled at the clear shift in her attitude. He'd always known that a spanking made her more submissive, but this time, he could hear the difference in her voice. It was light and bubbly and ... child-like. It made his heart swell. "It's okay, sweetie. It's behind us now. Let's go make some popcorn and we can watch a movie." he told her gently, wiping the tear streaks from her face in one big swipe of his thumb on each side.
     They went on to have a lovely night, and Stacy was appropriately behaved for the remainder of their evening.