Jane Rolled Her Eyes

 

John and Jane were having dinner at the kitchen table and discussing the importance of budgeting after Jane asked John for more this month as she had run out of housekeeping with a week still to go.
John had asked Jane if she had done a budget for the month. Jane replied no, she did not need one. John then lectured Jane about the importance of having a budget and sticking to it so she did not have to ask for extra money to cover shopping. As John told Jane that he wanted to see a budget for the next week, he caught Jane rolling her eyes at him.
Jane and Johns’s eyes locked, and immediately, Jane knew John had seen her and that she was in trouble.

John said I saw that Jane. Do you know how disrespectful that is? Jane replied, “Yes, Sir, I am sorry, sir.” Jane knew to call John Sir and show him respect. She hoped an apology and calling him Sir would save her bottom, but deep down, she knew that was just hope.
John instructed Jane to go and get the hairbrush. Jane whimpered no, please but John gave her that look that told her how serious he was.
Jane knew to do as John instructed, or it would only be worse for her. She went to the bedroom, picked up the hairbrush she had felt many times before, and took it to John, sitting on a dining room chair he had positioned in the middle of the room while Jane was getting the hairbrush.

John motioned for Jane to bend over his knee, knowing her bottom would soon be burning and red.  John asked Jane why she had not learned not to roll her eyes at him; she knew how disrespectful it was and had paid the price many times before for being disrespectful.
John pulled her skirt up, revealing her pale, smooth bottom. Jane was wearing a thong today, so there was no need to pull her panties down today.  John told Jane she would receive 12 swats on each cheek for being disrespectful again.

Jane braced herself for the first swat, which landed firmly on her right cheek and was quickly followed by a swat to her left cheek. Jane could feel the fire burning through her cheeks and let out a loud shriek after each swat. John told her that the first swats were just warm-ups.
John continued to swat Janes’s cheeks with the hairbrush. By swat six, her cheeks were getting rosey red all over as Jon landed each swat expertly in a slightly different place so he got full coverage of her buns, taking care not to swat anywhere else.
Jane started to ask John to stop. She had learned her lesson at swat eight, but deep down, John would see it through to twelve. He was always a man of his word, which was one of the qualities Jane admired about John.  Jane relied on John to be consistent, making her feel safe and loved.

After swat twelve, Jane thanked John and apologized for being disrespectful to her punishment, as this was a requirement after punishment. Jane knew she would get extra swats if she did not thank John and apologize.

John pulled Jane’s shirt down and helped her stand up; he hugged her and told her how much he loved her.