you’ve been real irritable lately, you hid it well until you couldn’t. your kids could see your exhaustion and so could bruce. it took a some small comment from him to make you snap.
“if i was actually going to listen to a man who dresses up as a bat every night to let out his anger, i’d become one of the rogues” you practically growled at bruce before walking out the kitchen. the kids stood around mouth open in shock at the scene.
“is mom/ma/ummi okay?” they asked in unison using whatever variation of mom they call you. bruce’s eyes darkened the moment you stormed out the kitchen. however, he controlled the expression before glancing at his kids.
“she will be. i’m going to go speak with her.” he nods stiffly before heading out the kitchen. he heads towards your room, because you have your own space for when you get in a mood like this. he knocks on the door.
“go away” you answered from your spot on the bed.
“it’s funny you think you have a choice darling. open the door” he replied gruffly. you roll your eyes getting up to open the door, looking up at your husband his blue eyes looking like a raging storm.
“what do you want?” you didn’t get a verbal answer at first, just an irritated look.
“i want whatever this bratty attitude is to stop” he walks into the room shutting the door. “get on the bed” he sees the defiant spark in your eyes, one quick and hard swat to your ass. “now.” you walked over to your bed sitting on the edge. “i’d fuck the attitude out of you. but you don’t deserve that” he unties his tie making you lay back as he undoes his tie. “lay on your stomach”
you don’t hesitate to follow orders. you couldn’t resist the commanding tone he had. he ties your hands to the headboard with his tie before pulling your pajama pants and underwear down in one swift movement.
“you’re going to count and once you’re dripping. i’m going to leave you here tied up and you’re not allowed to touch yourself until i get home. understood?” he grips your chin making you look at him.
“yes sir” you respond softly your voice lacking the bite you had in it moments ago.
“not so feisty anymore? you were incredibly mean to me darling. when has that ever been acceptable?” his breath against your ear.
“never sir” you replied. he nods letting go of your chin.
“you’re getting 20 and that’s me being generous” the first smack to your ass followed, echoing off the walls in the room.
“one…two…. three…four….five” the first five done, you bit your lip to prevent the guttural moans that we’re fighting their way to the surface. his thumb roughly removed your lip from between your teeth before continuing the next series of spankings. “six…seven… eight… nine…. ten…eleven…t-twelve” he stopped when you stuttered slightly running his rough padded fingers along your slit spreading your arousal. “thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen….s-s-seventeen” seventeen had you scream into your pillow, you know the last three he’s going to make count. you feel like you’re on the edge but you know he isn’t going to let up. “eighteen…nineteen…twenty!” the twentieth spank was straight on your soaked pussy, and it wasn’t a soft one.
“good girl. now have fun sitting here. i have meetings.” he kisses your forehead leaving your room with a satisfied grin on his face. he’ll give you what you really need later. but, you’re gonna learn your lesson and go untouched for the next couple hours. despite how tempting you looked, bratty behavior deserves a punishment.
