A Week Of Daily Spankings

She was over his lap again. Bare ass in the back seat of the truck, his hand caressing her curves. They were at the trail head to their favorite walking path, parked and ready to walk, but she hadn't been enthusiastic about going for a walk. Sir had noticed her depressed attitude and despite all his attempts to pull her into a better outlook on the day, he had been unable. So now, she was bare ass across his lap about to have an attitude adjustment in the form of a spanking. And everything in her was tingling and pulsing in anticipation. She had never been spanked like this before. Never by surprise like this, or in public like this... Really she'd never been spanked at all outside of requesting a nice spanking during sex from time to time. Her head was spinning. The LAST thing she had expected when they left the house to go to the trail for a walk was to be over his lap getting a spanking for her attitude!

But here she was, bracing herself for a swat, not at all sure what to make of it all.

But instead of a swat, he simply rubbed his hand over her ass and started talking.

"I've come to a decision" he said in a tone that was serious, but somehow had a sparkle to it.

"You've really been struggling the last month with your attitude. You've been very depressed, nothing sounds fun, everything is overwhelming, and it seems to me like life has gotten too dull for my sweet girl. I've given you plenty of time to figure out what you need or need to do to improve your attitude on your own, and I see how hard you've been working trying to do that. You've been such a good girl eating well, working out, taking your new meds and trying to help yourself feel better, and that's really hard when you feel this shitty. But sadly your efforts haven't been very effective, as your mood isn't improving at the rate you deserve it to be. So I've decided it's time to take things into my own hands. I'm the man of the house, and as such, it's my responsibility to make sure my girl is happy, and her attitude is not getting in the way of her enjoying life.

Obviously, since your ass is over my lap so nicely, I'm about to help adjust your attitude right now. That's not the decision I've come to..."

He paused, dragging out the lecture as he traced his fingers over the curves of her sit spot, and exhaled slowly. She shifted in her posotion, and trief to control the butterflies in her stomach and listen to his words. She had so many fantasies about spanking, but none of them had ever come true, and now that they were, she realized she had never felt this vulnerable and unsure.

He continued: "The decision I've come to is this: I've decided I need to step in and help adjust your attitude on a more consistent basis for a while.

So...." his voice trailed off for a minute as he seemed distracted once again by her bare ass laying over his lap so vulnerably... but then after a minute he came back and continued:

"for the next week, I've decided I'm going to give you an attitude adjustment spanking every day. Some days I may give you more than one. That will depend on the day.

Even if your attitude seems fine, I'm still going to give you a spanking every day for the next week, because we both know how quickly your attitude can change. And the truth is, spankings adjust your attitude the best right now, and I want you to be happy."

He stopped talking momentarily and lightly started patting/swatting her ass just enough to make it jiggle.

"I've found your ass seems to have direct access to stimulating your happy brain chemicals. A good spanking puts you in a better mood for hours, if not days and that's exactly what you need regularly right now. And maybe, just maybe an entire week of daily attitude adjustment spankings will do the trick to improve your mood in a long lasting way. So, will you be a good girl and let me help you by agreeing to allow me to adjust your attitude every day for the next week?"

She nodded and gave a muffled yes from her face that was buried in her arms.

"Good girl.

Here's how it's going to go. You won't know when or how, but sometime during the day, every day for the next 7 days, I am going to spank you. It might be first thing in the morning right after you wake up, it might be before we go on our walk, it might be after we go on a walk. It might be mid day. It might be right before bed.

I may tell you in the morning, that I will be spanking you in the late afternoon so you will have to anticipate it all day; or I may spring it on you suddenly and text you while I'm outside working and say "greenhouse in 10 min. Sun dress with no panties." And you'll know you are about to get your spanking.

When, where, and how is for me to decide. Most of your daily spankings will be softer, warm up type hand spankings over my knee, or bent over something else. But a few Others may be a little bit harder spankings with the ruler, or other implement of my choosing. I might even give you a warm up spanking one day, then go on a walk with you and make you choose a switch to pick off the cottonwood trees while on our walk, and I'll take you home and switch you while you lay over the hot tub out back. I can't predict exactly how it will all happen, but I can tell you that some of the spankings will feel VERY good, others won't be quite so pleasant... but all of them will be good for your attitude. Do you understand?"

Again she managed a muffled yes.

Being told all of this while bare ass over his knee made her feel all fluttery and she found it hard to focus on all the words coming out of his mouth. She wasn't entirely sure what she had just agreed to. She felt like a little girl in the both the best and worst ways. She hated being told what to do, but also she loved it. She hated feeling all exposed and someone looking at all her nooks and crannies... but of course she also loved it. She hated things hanging over her head, and not having a clear schedule she could plan on and prepare for... but knowing she was going to be spanked at some point during the day, every day for the next week was somehow both terrifying and reassuring. She wished he would just stop talking about future spankings and get this one over with rather than just talking and talking while her bare ass was all exposed. But at the same time she hoped he talked for another hour before he gave her ass the satisfaction of a spanking.

"This is stupid." She thought to herself in sudden protest as what she had agreed to started sinking in. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! She didn't need to be bare ass spanked just to improve her attitude! And yet, she wasn't having much success improving it herself... and she did love the floaty feeling she got knowing what was about to happen and imagining how she would feel. She loved re-living a spanking afterwards and replaying it over and over again in her mind as she went about her day. The sting of her butt hours later, reminding her of being spanked; or just the memory of how his hand felt smacking her ass if it was a gentle spanking felt so nice.

Suddenly she was pulled out of her swirling thoughts by him patting her ass and talking again. Had he just been quiet for a while, or had she completely spaced out for a minute? Either way she was suddenly aware of his voice again.

"Now." He rubbed her ass as if he had already spanked it, and was comforting it after.

"Some of your attitude adjustments will be longer and slower, others will be quicker and faster. Some will be softer, others harder, Sometimes I will talk, and rub your ass between swats, talk about your attitude, talk about how much you need this spanking, or talk about how good you did taking your past spankings, or how good you are going to do with your future spankings.

Other times I will simply tell to pull up your dress, or pull down your pants and panties and get into the appropriate bent over position of my choosing, remind you that this is an attitude adjustment to help you release endorphins and remember how to be happy and peaceful, and then with no further talking or fan fare I will adjust your attitude, and send you on your way to finish your activities for the day.

None of the spankings will be very hard, as you are such a good girl, and attitude adjustments aren't meant to be hard or punishments. But all of your spankings will be bare bottom, and end with your cheeks being at least a pretty pink, if not a rosy dark red, As I mentioned earlier, some days I may determine that you need several spankings throughout the day. Other days one may be sufficient. After the week is over, I will reassess and determine if one week of spankings was enough for long term attitude improvement, and we can move to spankings only as needed again, or if this arrangement of daily spankings will need to continue for a while longer. Understand?"

"Yes" she answered.

"Very good." He smiled. "Now, where were we?" He rubbed her ass lightly as he took in the full picture of her over his lap. He gently drug his fingers down her ass, between her cheeks, brushed her ass hole and made his way into her slip.

"Very good. You are nice and wet. What a good way to start your week of me helping you adjust your attitude. You are going to do so good, and this is going to help you SO much isn't it?"

"Uhhuh." She murmured, not even sure why she was agreeing so readily.

"Now, enough about talking about your spankings, what do you say we get on to THIS spanking?" He gently smacked her ass to increase the anticipation, but then stopped.

"I am going to give you 20 smacks on each ass cheek with my hand today. This isn't going to be a hard spanking, you'll also need a harder spanking later today. I can tell this needs to be a two spanking day to get this week of me helping you get your attitude in a better place off to a good start. But this is just going to be a nice, gentle attitude adjusting spanking to start off the day before we walk. And as I spank you slowly, I want you to be thinking about how much your ass and attitude need this adjustment, and how lucky you are to have a man who will help you like this when he knows you need it. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded.

"Alright. Take a deep breath, and then I'm going to start your spanking."

She sucked in a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

"Good girl." He adjusted her ass to make the underside of her sweet spot more easily accessible, Then after a couple gentle pats, he started in with the swats. One cheek, then the other. Right in the sit spot. Slowly. He wasn't rushed. He took his time.

She hated it. She loved it. Why couldn't he just hurry it up? She wanted to just get it over with so they could go on their walk. It felt like they were wasting half the day! But on the other hand she hoped it would never end. She wished she could stay here in total surrender all day, over his lap in the back seat of the truck.

"Twenty." She was pulled out of her fluttery thoughts as she heard him count the last swat. He gently rubbed her ass and commented how pretty and pink it looked. Then he slowly, slowly (so slowly she felt a rush of impatience) slipped his fingers down between her legs again to feel how wet she was. She felt self conscious about how wet she got being spanked. Why was she so wet? Why was this all such a turn on? She wanted to hide her wetness, but on the other hand she desperately wanted him to check."

"Very good" he said as his fingers finally reached her wetness. "Very, very good. I think adjusting your attitude this morning was a VERY good idea. Now, are you ready to go on a walk and get some exercise?"

"Yeah I think so." She said as he patted her ass once again.

"Alright then, you are going to have to pull your panties up, and pull your pants up and compose yourself then."

And that's exactly what she did.