An Unexpected Attitude Adjustment

A surprise attitude adjustment

I've been struggling this year. It's April now, the sun is shining, and the flowers are all out. But my whole life still feels dull. Depression clouds my outlook and despite having an amazing life, I haven't been able to enjoy much of anything lately. Food tastes like sawdust, all of my usual activities feel overwhelming in a way that utterly baffles me.

My husband assures me gently that it's just my depression, and it will pass. The sun will come out again for me, it just hasn't happened yet. It's been a really rough 4 years. Rough enough to make even the strongest soul succumb to the darkness a bit. I've really been trying. Trying to get myself in a better place, but this morning everything is extra dark again in my psyche.

He sees how heavy I am this morning, and as I drink my coffee he asks me sweetly if I need anything? Is there something he can do to help my day feel brighter? Would I like him to cook me breakfast? Would I like to talk?

I shake my head no. I don't want anything. I don't want to do anything. I just want to melt into the abyss and be done with life and its hardness.

He nods, and says "ok babe, I just want you to know I'm here for you." I nod and stare blankly at the fire in the wood stove, crackling and dancing. I wish I could feel different today, but I just can't.

He goes out to do farm chores and I sit in my recliner with a cup of coffee and stare vacantly for the next half hour. This isn't like me! What is happening? Why can't I get my shit together? But I can't. I just stare... numb to it all.

Suddenly I'm startled from my daydreaming by hubby saying "babe, are you ready to go on our morning walk?"

"No. Not really" I reply in a melancholy tone. "I just don't want to today."

"I know." He says "But I think you need to get your clothes on and get outside for a little walk. It's sunny and nice and it might improve your mood."

"Fine." I say, in a tone I rarely use that properly conveys the resistance and numbness I feel.

I get my clothes on listlessly and climb into the truck to drive down the road to our favorite little nature preserve where we like to walk. The sun is shining, but it might as well be a nasty blizzard for how I feel.

We drive quietly to the end of our driveway and turn onto the road. Suddenly He starts talking, and I half listen listlessly as he says firmly: "It's a beautiful sunny day." Yes... I agreed silently in my head. But why are you saying that it's a sunny day in a firm voice? I was too blah feeling to care enough to ask the question out loud though. It didn't matter. Who cared if he wanted to comment on the weather in an odd tone?

He continued. "You are REALLY struggling with your attitude today aren't you?" I agreed, and he continued, his tone getting more serious "I need you to listen to what I'm saying to you now." My ears perk up a little, what could he possibly want to tell me that I need to pay so much attention to?

"I've been trying to help improve your attitude all morning, but nothing is helping. You don't want anything to make you feel better, you don't want me to do anything for you, you have a bad attitude about going on a walk, and frankly I don't really want to go on a walk with you and your bad attitude."

"He never talks to me like this.." I thought to myself. "What is he getting at? My attitude is bad?? That's not normal language for him to use when I'm this low... and for good reason!" But before I could wonder more he continued.

"So, I've decided, what you need to improve your attitude is a spanking."

At this point I couldn't help but grin a little, and I said in an exaggerated tone "oh REALLY?? You decided that did you?"

Hubby had never spanked me before outside of me specifically asking for it during sex, and even then it was barely a spanking at that. I had told him for years how much I loved the idea of being disciplined and how much I enjoyed being spanked and wished he would spank me often. He would smile, and tease a bit, but never followed through with anything other than a few gentle ass smacks.

So I had to give him kudos for deciding to tease me about an attitude adjustment spanking right now. That was indeed a clever way to improve my mood. Talk about spanking! I was sure he wouldn't follow through, but even just the threat made a little smile crack over my face for the first time that day. I repeated myself and said again "oh you think so, huh?"

His response surprised me. Instead of starting to giggle, and leaning over and kissing me and saying "I'm just playing babe, I just thought that would make you smile" he instead replied firmly "Yes. Yes I did decide that."

And with that, he reached over as he was driving and pulled two pain stirrers out of the pocket of the truck door, laid them on the console and said "I will let you choose which one of these you want to be spanked with."

My jaw was on the floor. Was this actually happening? Was he serious? This had been a hard core fantasy of mine for the better part of 20 years, but I never thought it would come true... My heart jumped into my throat and my mind started racing.

Why was he doing this now? Why was he bringing it up now? Yes, we were alone in the car, and maybe he thought telling me I was going to get a spanking when I got home would amp up the anticipation as we went on our walk? Was that why he was saying all this now?

He started talking again. "So here's how it's going to go....". He suddenly stopped, realizing I hadn't yet answered his question about which implement I wanted to be spanked with. "Wait, You still need to pick which one of those paint stirrers you want me to spank your ass with."

He tapped them both with his free hand and paused and waited, so i picked up each stirrer and smacked my hand a little and I hesitantly made a choice.

"This one I guess." I said pointing to the smaller one.

"Ok, good." He said. "So here's what's going to happen."

My ears perked up because I was very curious why he was bringing this all up now, just as we were leaving the house.

He continued: "We are going to drive down to the forest trail head. We are going to pull into the parking lot. I'm going to back the truck up into the spot that puts your door right up next to the forest, and then I'm going to park the truck."

"Yes....". I thought, nodding my head. That's what we always do. Why are you telling me this? But I just nodded and kept listening.

"And then you are going to get out of the truck,"

Again I thought... "yes... that's what we always do to go on a walk... why are you breaking this activity that we've done a hundred times down and telling it to me step by step?" But I remained quiet and just kept listening.

He continued: "And after you get out of the truck, you are going to pull your pants down, pull your panties down, bend over the seat of the truck, and I'm going to spank your ass ten times with this paint stirrer. Then you are going to pull up your pants and panties and we are going to go on our walk. And I'll bet that after 10 spankings on your bare butt your attitude will improve and you will be in a better mood."

My mind was whirling... wait. WHAT?? Did he just tell me he was going to spank me and adjust my attitude? Was this really happening or was I about to wake up from a dream? Did he actually just tell me he was not only going to spank me for the first time outside of sex, but also tell me he was going to do it in public? Right in the parking lot? What if someone else pulled in? The road was RIGHT there! Granted the doors on the truck being open would block me from sight, but my ass would still be visible from the trail! What was happening? Who was this man who so confidently told me he was going to spank my ass and improve my attitude?

Surely it wasn't my sweet non kinky Husband?

I was jarred out of my thoughts by his voice. "Do you understand?"

I didn't know how to respond. Everything was aflutter. I didn't know if I was scared, or excited, or both. Did I want this?

It was clear I could have said no. He would never push me in any way that I truly wasn't ok with. But something like this happening had been my fantasy for so long that it seemed silly to not at least see if my fantasy playing out was as wonderful as I'd always imagined!

I'm a hard person to surprise. I read people's body language and changes in energy so well, that it's really hard for my husband to surprise me in any way. But this situation wasn't just a surprise, it was a complete blindside! As far as I knew (by what he had said to me last) my husband REALLY didn't like the idea of spanking me, at least outside of some smacks during sex if I wanted it. But I always had to ask, or make it EXTREMELY obvious I wanted him to spank my ass in order to get anything to happen in that direction. He rarely if ever initiated it himself. He said it would be a bit triggering for him personally to be spanked because of his childhood, and so he just didn't really ever think about doing it to someone else unless they specifically asked. I understood that, and just relegated the fantasy of being taken out and spanked as something that would remain a delight only in my dream worlds.

And yet here we were. He had utterly blindsided me by expertly informing me of my need for an attitude adjustment, requiring me to pick the instrument, and then informing me he was going to have me pull my pants and panties down, and bend over the truck seat and get spanked before our walk, not after when we got home.... all things I incorporate into fantasies regularly.... well let's just say I was a little bit speechless.

"Do you understand?" He repeated.

I was pulled out of my whirling thoughts and I nodded. Maybe managed a small "uh huh." That part is a little fuzzy, so I can't be exactly sure what I did. But I know I responded in the affirmative, because he said "Good girl." As he turned the truck into the parking lot where my ass was about to get paddled.

My heart raced as he backed into the parking spot.

I got out of the truck awkwardly. I felt like I was floating. Like none of this was real.

I wasn't sure whether I should wait for further instructions or more specific directions, or if I should just pull down my pants and panties and assume the position before he made his way around the truck with the paddle. So I just stood there and shuffled nervously. Stretching my back a bit to try and act "normal", my mind racing not fully able to comprehend what had just happened, or what was about to happen. Feeling like I should run away, but also feeling silly for feeling like I should run. I DESPERATELY wanted this to play out. Why would I run? But at the same time every time I said to myself in my head "just do what he told you, pull down your pants and panties and bend over the truck seat" I just couldn't make myself.

After what seemed like way too long, but was probably only a few seconds, he came over to my side of the truck, paddle in hand.

I was still standing, fully clothed, shuffling awkwardly.

"Alright now." He said stepping closer to me and looking at my ass while gently slapping the paint stirrer paddle into his hand.

I felt a wash of emotions, and felt the need to get away. Knowing what was about to happen made my head go a little nuts. I wanted to avoid eye contact, so without really thinking I bent over the seat, fully clothed.

I didn't know if he would correct me, and make me get up and pull my pants and panties down myself, or if he would just pull them down himself.

I laid there and waited. Secretly I hoped he would make me do it, because I LOVED how it sounded when he had said "you are going to pull down your panties" and I just wanted to hear him say "pull down your panties" one more time. I waited, bent over. Trying to breath slowly and calm myself.

He was talking again. I can't recall everything he said, as my heart was pounding in my ears. Something about the paint stirrer and my ass, and my attitude. Somewhere during this he pulled down my pants and panties himself and said "there we go. There we go! That's better. Your ass needs an attitude adjustment, and it's going to get just that."

The crisp spring air hit my bare ass and sent a volley of tingles up my spine.

"Alright" he continued, "I told you that you were going to get ten swats didn't I?"

"Uhh huh" I agreed from my bent over position.

"Well," he said, tapping the paddle from one cheek to the next and then tracing my sit spot. "That's going to be ten swats for EACH cheek."

"Ok" I squeaked.

He tapped the paddle on my ass harder and faster, as if he was getting ready to begin, and repeated what was about to happen. " ok, I am going to spank you now. You really need this. It's a beautiful day, and you deserve to enjoy it. We can't have your attitude getting in the way. So.... " he paused talking for a moment and swatted a few harder swats as he admired my backside. I could feel his eyes taking me in, and heard him growl a low, lusty growl. I did have a spectacularly fine backside. That couldn't be denied, so it was no wonder he needed to take a moment to take in the sight of his beautiful wife, bent over the seat of the truck with her naked ass so perfectly round and tan, jutted out waiting to be spanked. He made a few more approving noises, then he continued "I am going to count out each swat as I give them to you. Ten swats on each cheek, and then you are going to pull up your panties and we are going to go on our walk. Understand?"

I nodded, unable to vocalize anymore, but he seemed satisfied. His swats with the paddle got faster and firmer on my backside, and micro flinches started reverberating through my body, but I knew the spanking hadn't begun yet.

"Ok. Here we go. Take a deep breath for me."

I sucked in a deep breath, afraid to let it out, but slowly exhaled as I heard him shuffle to get a good swinging stance behind me.

WHAP. The paddle came down with a medium hard stinging whollop on my left but cheek. I flinched and breathed in deeply, letting the impact and stinging sensation that followed flow through my body. "One." I heard him say from behind me. WHAP. The paddle came down in the sit spot of my right cheek. I softened in the seat, surrendering to the sensation. "One." He said again from behind. "That's one swat down. Nine more to go."

I sucked my breath in and held it as he picked up the pace. WHAP "Two". WHAP "two" WHAP "Three" WHAP "Three".

The tingly sensation of the sting climbed up my spine like an unruly caterpillar and I found myself gently writhing in the seat.

"You are taking your spanking SO good" he cooed from behind. And before I could even finish registering what he had said, the paddle came down with another smack on my left cheek, then right, then left, then right. "Four. Four. Five. Five."

They were getting harder now and really starting to sting. I clinched my butt and writhed in pleasure and pain. "Half way there." He said as he tapped the paddle rapidly on my ass. "Oh, that last swat on this cheek really made some color! What a pretty little red mark. You are going to be feeling that one for a while."

He rubbed the paddle over the spot that was still radiating heat and sting on my right cheek and I undulated and gently writhed beneath his touch.

"That's a good girl," he cooed again. Taking your spanking so well. You're going to enjoy our walk and the beautiful sunshine SO much more after this. SO much more!" He paused for a moment, then continued. "Alright, take a deep breath." I obeyed and he continued with my swats. WHAP. Six. WHAP. Six.

Wow. I hadn't realized such a thin, flimsy seeming paint stirrer would sting so much!

He was ramping up the intensity even more now. I was taking deep breaths trying to not writhe too much. This hurt a lot more than I had anticipated, but I LOVED it. In the past when he had spanked me during sex I almost always wished for it to be MUCH harder than he had felt comfortable spanking me. I had assumed this spanking would be the same, and while tantalizing for my brain, would likely leave my ass aching for more sting. But that wasn't the case with this spanking! The sting in my ass wasn't dissipating between swats, but was just building into what felt like a flame on my butt.

Seven, Seven. He was swatting even harder now, and I started to writhe a little more, and rocking my hips back and forth in the truck seat to try to jiggle my ass a little to help distract the nerves.

Eight, Eight. These swats were even harder. I don't know if it was just the placement or the intensity increasing, but wow were they stinging. I felt a huge release of endorphins flood my body. Like a waterfall of sunshine pouring through the clouds. I suddenly wished he had said he was going to give me 200 swats, not 10. "No!" I thought! There were only two more swats left??? I didn't want to be done yet!

Smack, smack, went the paddle along with his voice saying "Nine, nine."

Ok WOW those hurt! Woah! Wow. Ouch! Maybe I was glad there were only 10 after all!

"Ten, Ten" he finished, clearly trying to make the last ones drive home the spanking with some extra force.

Deep breaths. Just breathe, I thought to myself as I felt the sunburn like pain radiating through my ass.

He was now rubbing my ass gently and talking again. "Now," he said in a deep voice. "That's a good girl. That's a VERY good girl. You took your spanking SO good. So good! Now, do you think your attitude is improved?"

"Yes." I answered quietly, still bent over the seat with his hand firmly pressed on my hot bare ass cheek, with the other cheek being tapped with the paddle. "Good." He said. He caressed my ass once more and said, "Ok then. All done. Pull up your panties and your pants and let's go on our walk."

I stood up and pulled up my panties and leggings and adjusted my sweater. He smiled as he held the paddle and watched me. After I was fully clothed again he grabbed me and hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear "I hoped that helped."

And with that, he grabbed my hand and we were off on our walk. And I have to say the sky was brighter. The world seemed a better place. I could feel my mood was significantly higher than it was a few minutes ago when we left the house.

Holy cow. I feel SO much better just from being spanked? It DOES feel as good as I'd imagined! It DID in fact relieve my stress like I'd dreamed it could.

Then my thoughts floated away as we walked to what it would be like getting spanked till I cried? What would it be like being spanked regularly "for bad attitudes" but not as a punishment, simply as a way to improve my mood. I saw the cottonwood shoots sprouting up and my mind wondered away to what a switch would feel like on my bare ass bent over that truck seat....

The End. Or was it?

This is a true story, about me and my husband of 16 years by the way. ????