Hot-Tempered Hubby Is Put In His Place By His Domme Wife.

When I spoke to Peter in the morning, his tone made me think he might need a good spanking. But when he snapped at me that afternoon as I asked what he wanted for dinner, I had made up my mind: He definitely needed a spanking.

I made a hearty chili and a pan of cornbread, and I wore a short black dress with tall black boots. Peter walked into the kitchen where I was stirring the simmering pot and stopped dead in his tracks. He knew what that outfit meant, and he didn’t say a word.

“That’s no kind of hello,” I said, still stirring.

“Hi,” he finally responded. But his tone was meek. All the snap and impatience of earlier in the day was gone.

I chose a clean wooden spoon from the hanging bin and turned to face him.... Read More