Forgive Him
I really did it this time. Normally, she’d come up with some little way to punish me when I screwed up, and then get angry when I don’t notice my punishment. Confrontation wasn’t our thing, but she was waiting for me when I got home. “What have you got to say for yourself?” she had demanded. “About what?” I dodged. “Stop it! I’m not an idiot. Stop treating me like I’m an idiot!” She slung her purse over her shoulder. Her keys were already in her hand. “Fine. Then stop acting like an idiot....
Spanking