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I had been in one of my moods for a couple weeks. This happens now and then and I'm pretty hard to be around when I get like this. I have no one to blame but myself but it's been a problem sense I was a little girl , I let things build up , hold everything in and then I feel like I'm going to explode and start taking it out on everyone and they don't have to give me a real reason! Just yesterday Brian brought me a cup of coffee into the bedroom just as I was waking up , it was a sweet thing for him to do and I knew it , only instead of thanking him I snapped at him and told him if he thought a damn cup of coffee was going to get him laid he may as well stick it up his ass. He hadn't done anything wrong , I've had this project at work that if it could go wrong it's went wrong and he just was an easy target to take my frustrations out on. I always hate myself after I do something stupid like that and can't make myself tell him I'm sorry because once again I would prefer to just keep it in instead of admitting the truth. The thing that had attracted me to Brian in the very beginning was he was one person who seemed to understand me but now I figured I was blowing it once again with someone who's only mistake was caring for me!

When Brian got home from work I had already taken my shower and changed into pajama pants and a tee shirt, not my best look but it's comfortable. Brian had come from a dinner meeting so fixing dinner wasn't something I'd even had to deal with. Brian had this serious look on his face and came right to the couch and sat down. I tried to get up and leave just to avoid me saying something I'd be kicking myself for in a day or so but he wasn't having it. He had my hand and made me look at him.

"Sweetie , your doing it again! Your letting things build up and your ready to just explode and your going to explode at the wrong time and the wrong place. You KNOW you can talk to me , you know it's what you need to do. It drives me crazy when you do this to yourself! I've been thinking this over for days and I love you too much to let this continue so young lady your going to talk to me and let it all go and your going to do it tonight one way or the other!"

Like I said he was the one person who understood me and what was going on but it didn't matter because I was hard headed enough to think I could handle everything on my own and if I told him about it then I was admitting I couldn't! OK jut typing that I see how silly it sounds but old habits are hard to break.

"There is nothing wrong and I don't know why you think there is! If you have it in your damn head I'm going to explode then maybe you should start sleeping in the guest room! I don't know why you bother to get in our bed anyway , you haven't touched me in over a week!"



That was such an unfair thing to even say. It was true but it sure wasn't from lack of effort on his part! He would reach for me and I would say some of the meanest things to make him stop , I even accused him of only staying with me so he would have someone to have sex with! I can be so mean and stupid when I get in one of my moods. Now I was expecting him to get mad or worse get a hurt look on his face but instead he got this smirk on his face and shook his head!

"Good thing for you I love you! Well I have to tell you that I knew this wasn't going to be simple enough just to tell you that it was time for you to tell me what was going on! I already knew you would need a helping hand to do it! Well enough is enough young lady and it's time to get to the bottom of this!"

In a blink of an eye he pulled me over his lap and I was looking at the floor. I wasn't a hundred percent sure what was going on till he began tugging at my pajama bottoms and he didn't just pull them down he pulled them off and tossed them out of my reach. My heart began to race and my stomach filled with butterflies when I realized what was going on. He tugs the waistband of my panties pulling them tight over my butt. I tried reaching back to cover my butt and he smacked my hand away.

"I guess this is when I'm suppose to tell you this is going to hurt me more than it is you and how much I hate having to do this but the truth is sweetie it's not going to hurt me at all and the only thing I hate is it's took me this long to figure out exactly what you need! Things are going to change little girl! From now on when you start acting like a spoiled little brat then I'm going to spank you like one, that's how much I love you and don't you ever forget it!"

My eyes filled with tears before the first smack landed but not for the reason you may think. I remembered the first time I ever found myself in this position. I was nine years old and like I said I had the habit of keeping problems to myself and letting things build up inside. We had started working on fractions at school and as hard as I was trying I just couldn't understand them. I was hiding bad tests from my mom and dad and staying up way past my bedtime trying to figure the whole thing out but the harder I tried the worse it got! I began acting up at home , snapping at my mother and I even would get in trouble at school right at math time so I would be sent to the office and get to miss math class! This went on a couple weeks until one night just before bedtime my dad called me over to his chair and gave me a big hug and a kiss on each cheek and he told me he loved me and I needed to always remember that. I was a bit confused and even more confused when he told me to head to my bedroom and wait for him that he had decided it was time to put a little color in my cheeks. I had no clue what he meant by that. I head off to my bedroom a bit confused and then dad come in and sits on the end of my bed and calls me over to him. Once I'm in front of him he pulls my nightgown off and my panties down to my feet then gives me another hug and a kiss on each cheek then puts me over his lap. I was scared and very confused. He spanked my butt for a good five minutes then held me in place and asked if I was ready to tell him what was going on. I made the mistake of telling him I didn't know what he was talking about so the spanking continued another couple of minutes and I broke down and let it all out , the problems at school , how hard I was trying , how stupid I felt and why I was getting in trouble at school! When I finally stopped talking I felt like the weight of the world had been taken off my little shoulders. Dad made me get my hairbrush and he gave me a short little spanking with it telling me it was for not telling him what was going on in the very beginning. Then he had me get my math book and we went to the kitchen and he showed me a few "tricks" and in less than an hour I was an expert at fractions! After that every couple months he would give me a look and ask me if I wanted to talk or did I need some color put in my cheeks. The strange thing was half the time I'd pick the spanking because as bad as hurt I always felt so much better and so loved after!

When his hand came down the first time I knew he wasn't messing around! He smacked one side then the other and seemed to be in no hurry at all and wasn't saying one word as he spanked me like a ten year old. I finally caved in a bit and asked him to please stop. I was a little surprised that he did stop and he helped me off his lap and asked me if I was ready to tell him what in the world was going on. I wasn't ready to admit to him or anyone that there was something going on in my life I couldn't handle on my own and when I told him nothing was going on and that he was being mean he just smiled , gave me a hug , then pulled my tee shirt off and my panties down to the floor and put me back over his lap! Now anyone who thinks that a pair of panties isn't any protection during a spanking has never gotten spanked on their bare bottom! He picked the pace up a bit this time and soon I was kicking and squirming and even cussing him a bit , then finally I let it all out , crying like a baby I tell him how bad the project at work was going and how one of the coworkers on the project had been out sick and there was no way I could get it done on time and how embarrassing it was that I was going to fail. I felt so much better just telling someone and it wasn't till I stopped talking that I realized he had stopped my spanking. He helped me off his lap and gave me a long hard bear hug and then a nice long kiss before wiping the tears off my face.

I stood there naked and embarrassed as he rubbed my burning butt then got a new case of butterflies when he reaches down and pulls a wooden paddle out from a bag and he puts me back over his lap! One by one he asked me about the mean things I'd said over the past few weeks and asked me if I really believed them and when I'd admit I just said them to push him away he would land a smack to each red sore butt cheek with the paddle. I was exhausted by the time he was done. Then he asks me what I needed to do to fix the problem at work and I told him a few extra days to work on it. He told me that the next morning I needed to go to the boss , tell him what was happening , why and explain that you needed more time and it could be a few extra days or permission for the team to stay after work the next few days. I told him that I wasn't sure I could do that because it would be admitting to my boss I couldn't get the job done the way he had planned , I quickly changed my tune when he picked the paddle back up! Then another hug and kiss and he carried me to the bedroom and he didn't ask or just make a move , he ripped his clothes off and just took me! The next morning he slipped in the shower with me and we made love again and his hands were all over my still sore butt! He asked if I need another spanking to remind me what I needed to do when I got to work and I smiled and told him no. I was a tiny bit mad when he wouldn't let me put my panties on telling me it would be a little reminder of what would happen if I back down from talking to my boss. At lunch I called Brian as excited as a school girl who just got a straight A report card. The boss not only gave me the extra time he gave me extra help and told me that from what he had seen so far the project was well worth the extra wait in time!

Brian didn't bring up the spanking and neither did I. Things were great for a few months and then I got a promotion at work and quickly felt like I was in over my head and I was in one of my moods again. Brian put up with it for three days and came home from work with that damn smirk on his face and took me by the hand into the bedroom. I was telling him I wasn't in the mood when he pulls the paddle out of his sock drawer and lays it on the dresser. I stopped talking and I know I was blushing. He sat down on the end of our bed and called me over and he stripped me down to my panties then gave me a big hug and a kiss and told me to pull my panties all the way down. I had a strange mixture of feeling because my butt was reminding me how much that last spanking hurt and my head was trying to come up with ideas of getting me out of being spanked but my heart felt this big relief that everything was going to be OK again! Like the first time he gave me a long slow spanking without say a word and like before finally along with the tears everything came busting out like a damn had burst. He helps me up and asks if I felt better and blushing like I child all I could do was nod my head yes while rubbing my sore butt. He tells me to go over and bring him the paddle and I start to ask him not to spank me anymore but I didn't. I hand him the paddle and he lands ten or so smacks to my already burning butt. He stops and rubs the paddle over my sore butt and asks if I thought of going to the boss and explaining that I needed some more training for the new job and I cover my face and admit that my training hadn't started yet , that got me ten more smacks with the paddle! He helps me up and holds me till the tears stop then he rips his clothes off and takes me long and hard.

A few days later , after my butt was recovered , I came home a little early and when Brian walked in the door I came out of the bedroom wearing a school uniform and holding the paddle. He got a very puzzled look on his face but he also got a tent in the front of his slacks. I walk over and tell him that I had been a very bad girl at school and the principal said I needed a good spanking and he wasn't allowed but I had to tell someone who could give it to me. He got the biggest smile on his face I've ever seen! He takes my hand and we head to the kitchen and he takes the paddle out of my hands and lays it on the table then pulls a chair out and sits down and reaches under my short little skirt and pulls my panties down then puts me over his lap and flips my skirt up. He hand came down hard and fast but unlike the other two spankings he was talking a mile a minute, telling me I should know better than to act up at school and he was going to let the principal know that next time he was to call him and I'd get spanked right at school and then again at home! He spanked me longer and harder than either of the first two spankings! Then he helps me up and makes me bend over the table and he tucks my skirt into the waistband and picks up the paddle, I get twenty smacks on my sore red butt with the paddle and he made me count out each on and thank him! When he was done I ws so ready for him to carry me to the bedroom but he had other ideas! he made me stay bent over the table he began rubbing my sore butt then the back of my legs then the inside of my thighs. Then with no warning he puts two fingers inside me and tell me it's clear that I'm still a very naughty girl and haven't learned my lesson! He takes me into the living room and puts me in the corner with my butt on full display! Then he walks away and I hear him order pizza! While we were waiting he pulls my sweater off , takes my blouse and bra off and continues to tell me what a naughty girl I was. One of his hands is between my legs and the other is teasing and pinching my nipples and he's calling me naughty! I was so close to an orgasm when the doorbell rang and he stops and answers the door with me standing in the corner pretty much naked!

I eat my dinner standing up with my butt still exposed then he bends me back over the table for ten more with the paddle and told next time he would take his belt off and use it! He did finally take me to the bedroom but not before taking me from behind while I was still bent over the kitchen table then again on the living room floor!
I still get into one of my moods now and then but not as often as before and Brian never lets it go on more than a day or two but not a week goes by that my butt doesn't get spanked. Sometimes it's me meeting him at the door in a new outfit I've some up with and other times it's Brian who comes up with the idea. Just the other night we had gone to dinner and then he caved in and took me to a movie I had been begging to go see that he didn't want to see at all. Halfway through the movie he whispers in my ear that I was a very naughty girl for making him watch the movie. A little later he whispers that he got a phone call from my teacher about my behavior and when we got home he would be having a long talk with me about it. Then he warned me to stop squirming in my seat or he would take me to the restroom instead of waiting to get me home to spank me! By the time the movie was over I was soaking wet! Funny that the "play" spankings are longer and harder than my real ones but both kids of spanking always leave me feeling the exact same way , very sore and very loved!