'Martha, even if we're alone in the house, you don't have to be so loud. It's nearly two weeks into the new year, I would have expected you to have adapted by now."
Martha flailed on the bed, despite the pep talk she'd given herself before telling her husband Albert she was ready for the day's spanking. She knew her startled, pained cries annoyed him, but did he have to spank so hard?
The days of the light, gentle weekly maintenance spankings were over, ever since she got drunk at the NYE party at their friend's house and went on a tirade about how controlling he was sometimes, then tried to laugh it off as a joke.
It's not even like their friends were unaware of their lifestyle, so it was even more perplexing that she decided to publicly complain.
All because she was horny and needy and hadn't come in nearly a month, then decided that 5 glasses of champagne were a good idea.
Her rump was now continuously tender, with light bruises smattered across her lower cheeks. He vowed that her dry January plus a daily, morning, thorough spanking would help put her back on the proper path of obedience from which she'd strayed.
Happy new year, Martha.