Snapping (M/F story)

"Feeling OK?" Roger asked, looking at his girlfriend with concern in his eyes.

"Do I LOOK OK to you?" Julie said, glaring at him. "What kind of stupid question is that?" she muttered to herself.

Roger frowned. He knew that Julie sometimes got stressed, and would mope around all day, but he wished she wouldn't snap at him like that. "I'm here if you need me."

"Who would? Just fuck off, Roger. Just fuck off."

For about an hour, Roger had wondered whether he should let her be, or whether her attitude deserved an adjustment. But after that comment, his mind was made up. He stepped into the bedroom, picking up a large wooden brush they kept next to the bed.

Julie rolled her eyes as he spoke her name, but when she spotted the brush in his hand, her expression changed. She stared wide-eyed at it as if she expected it to bounce out of his hand and bite her. She jumped to her feet, protectively covering her bottom with both hands. "Not the brush, Roger! Please, not the brush!"

Roger placed one of the dining chairs in the middle of the room, sat down and patted his knee. "Come here, Julie."

"Please, I'll be good, just..." She tried her best puppy-dog eyes, sniffing as she looked teary-eyed at him.

"See how your attitude improves simply if I pick this up? I wonder how polite you'll be when I've actually USED it." He patted his knee again. "Stop stalling, Julie. If you haven't dropped those shorts and gotten that little butt of yours over my knee by the time I count to five, you're getting the belt as well."

At the count of three, she'd lost the shorts and rushed over, hurrying over his knee. He had to smile; she'd never been this eager to get over his knee before. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, which he pulled down to her knees.

He picked up the brush, giving her a dozen firm, but not too hard, smacks. He'd found that she was a much better listener once he'd given her a few spanks.

"I understand that you're stressed," he said, spanking while he lectured. "You're stressed, and there is nothing you can do about that." He added a few strong smacks to her sit spots. "But you don't have to take it out on me, or anyone else for that matter."

Julie felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, mostly from the sting in her bottom, but partly from his words. She knew she had a tendency to snap at people, and she was trying to improve, but it was so hard! She yelped as Roger started placing all the spanks in one spot, a sign that he'd asked a question she hadn't caught.

"Ow! What did you say?"

"I said, 'Are you going to be good from now on?'"

Ah. She knew the answer to that. "Yes! I'll be good, I promise!"

"Glad to hear it," he said, as her pink bottom turned red under the brush.

He helped her to her feet. "Now, fifteen minutes in the corner. You know the drill."

She shuffled over to the corner, keeping her panties at her knees and her hands on her head.

"After this, I want you to go straight to bed, and I want to see a better attitude from you tomorrow," he said.

"Yes, sir," she responded.

Standing in the corner, she realized that after the spanking, she felt a lot less stressed, less angry. But she'd never in a million years admit it, as that might give Roger some ideas about how to improve her mood in the future!