Lazy And Clueless Husband

My husband is lazy and clueless in and out of bed. He has a high-stress job that causes him to be moody and sarcastic when he gets home. His mother is always telling stories about how she disciplined him as a child and I am wondering if she is trying to tell me something. If so, I'm in. I love my husband and don't want to leave him, but I can't take this anymore. I think he is giving me hints (I think), but I can't be sure. Yesterday, we were yelling (again) I told him to get away from me, and "Go somewhere else."

Then he said "Oh, so I suppose you want me to go to my room," then he gave me a look and marched off to his room. The door was slightly open when I walked past and he was on the bed feet on the floor in what looked like what the forums call "the position." If he does this again, should I go in and see if what he wants is to be spanked? Forget talking about anything sexual, he tunes out.

Update: The final straw. Last night he came home in the foulest mood so far. He was walking from room to room slamming doors and mumbling incoherently. I tried asking him what was wrong but he just "blew up" and called me a dumb bitch. Well, folks, that was it. He wasn't allowed to speak like that in his mother's home, he wasn't going to do it in mine. It's strange but I was suddenly calm and knew exactly what to do. I offered him a choice, 1: pack a bag and get out for good, or 2: go to his room and stand at attention at the end of the bed. He immediately marched off to the bedroom. I waited about 30 minutes, I didn't want to be angry, I did want to punish but not to harm. I just wanted my marriage back. When I walked into the room he was standing quite still trembling a bit, I think. I stood behind him, reaching up, I started to soothe him by rubbing up and down his back, explaining what I was going to do and why. Take off your belt and hand it to me, I said. Things are looking up lately.

He looked like a child, scared and defenseless doing as he was told. Lower your pants and lay on the bed, put your hands behind your head, and interlock your fingers. Jeez, I feel like a cop making an arrest, I thought, but he followed my instructions without question. I had a brain freeze for a second, standing there with a belt in my hand and a sudden reality check. I was going to do this. I know, I know, you're supposed to have long talks about what is and is not going to happen. What do you both agree to? And I agree! But at this point, I was only interested in a change in attitude. I was going to do what I was going to do, discussion would come afterward. The belt didn't feel right in my hand but I had retrieved a ping-pong paddle from the garage, just in case.

I grabbed the hem of his tidy withies and started to lower them when he suddenly moved his hand to stop me. I gave his hand a crack with the paddle and told him to resume his position. He started to argue, saying he had never been given a bare-bottom spanking before. I said, "tough". I immediately bared his entire bottom and landed a firm strike across his backside. He yelped. Good, I thought that got his attention. Nine more and he was losing control, I had to put my hand on his back to keep him in place. I stopped, to gently rub his bottom. Now I suppose was a good time to lay out some rules, the fundamentals at least. I began by explaining why we were doing this. I believed we both still loved each other and wanted to stay together, but the stress from his job was going to kill him someday and was destroying our marriage.

First and foremost, he had 6 weeks of vacation days and 2 weeks of sick days owed him and he was going to take every last one of them, starting next week. I had already called his boss, and his mom and arranged it. She was also not to visit us until his training was completed. Second, he was never to wear these tidy withies again, I hated them, always have. He would be in boxers from now on. I intended this marriage to be, from now on, female-led with soft submission at its core. I also told him how much I loved him, I wanted to remain his wife and care for him and guide him in a direction that would fulfill our needs personally and physically. I leaned down and kissed his cheek and nibbled his ear. I knew he loved that and he would get hard immediately. I took the paddle and gave him 20 more strikes. This time I had to both straddle him and put my hand on his back to keep him in place. His face was buried in a pillow and he was weeping openly.

I grabbed a bottle of lotion I had on the nightstand and applied it to his ruby red ass cheeks. Gently I rubbed my way upward, across his back and shoulders until I was lying on top of him. I again started nibbling his ear and within seconds he was so hard he was straining against the mattress thinking he could get some relief. I had him turn over, on his back, his penis standing at attention, I did the one thing that made him cum immediately, I stuck my tongue in his ear. I know he hated this because it always made him cum sooner than he wanted. I also knew he would be forced to cum with no hands or other apertures to place his throbbing dick. I was fucking his ear with my tongue and it was working, I saw his balls tighten, he was squirming and begging me to let him touch himself. He tried to move his hand down to his penis but I grabbed it and placed it back behind his head and immediately stuck my tongue back in his ear. He exploded, he was cursing and crying all the while moving his ass up and down like he was screwing something, semen shooting for his rock-hard dick. I lay his head in my lap to comfort him watching his dick still pulsing, he had cum on his belly, penis, and hairy balls. I put a pillow under his head, got a bowl of hot water and a washcloth, and gently washed the tears from his face giving him small and gentle kisses as I washed the rest of his body.

I removed the towel I had placed on the bed, pulled up the sheet and blanket, and turned out the light, I brushed the hair on his forehead back and told him good night as if he were a child when he suddenly put his arms around me and said: "Thank You."

I put his arms back under the covers kissed his lips and said "Your Welcome."