As John prepared to leave for work, he reminded Jane that his monthly men’s group meeting at the church was tonight. He also wanted to speak with Pastor Philips before the meeting, so could she please have dinner ready by 6 p.m.? This way, he could leave on time to meet with the pastor beforehand.
John walked through the door at 5:50 p.m. and immediately noticed something was off. By now, the house should be filled with the delicious smell of Jane’s cooking, and the kitchen table would be ready for dinner. But instead, he found Jane rummaging through the freezer, looking for a quick meal to heat up.
Jane informed me that dinner would be ready in ten minutes as she put it in the microwave. She asked if mac and cheese was okay for tonight, to which John replied that he thought they were having grilled chicken and salad. Jane apologized and explained that time had gotten away from her, and she didn’t have time to prepare the original meal, so she opted for mac and cheese for quickness.
Jane arrived home at 4:30 p.m. and texted John to let him know she had arrived safely. When she returned home, Jane made a coffee, sat down to drink it, and got lost down the social media rabbit hole. Before she knew it, John was walking through the door.
John inquired about Jane’s activities between 4:30 and 5:45, to which she replied vaguely, “the usual stuff.” Jane hoped that John would not press for more details, but she knew he could sense that she was not being truthful.
John beckoned for Jane to join him by the table, where he stood with his arms folded and a stern look on his face. She could feel her heart sink as she knew what was coming next – a spanking and it would be worse if she did not own up.
Jane mustered up the courage to confess that she had lost time while immersed in social media.
John sighed, exasperated. “How many times do we have to talk about this, Jane? You give me no choice,” he scolded her. “Pull your skirt up and remove your panties.” Reluctantly, Jane obliged and then bent over the table as she had been instructed to. John reached for his trusted wooden spoon, affectionately named Big Bertha, and warned Jane that this would be a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. Jane pleaded with him, promising it wouldn’t happen again. John just shook his head and sighed, resigning to give her the punishment she deserved. The familiar pain of Big Bertha hitting her skin would leave dark bruises that would last for days, a constant reminder of her disobedience.
Without hesitation, John began spanking Jane with Big Bertha. The force of the heavy paddle created a loud sound and sent shockwaves through her backside. John couldn’t help but admit that he enjoyed watching her skin ripple upon impact.
The spanking seemed to last forever; as tears streamed down Jane’s face and the pain in her bottom intensified with each strike of the spoon, John made sure that he had covered her entire bottom with the spankings, paying particular attention to her sit spot. Finally, the microwave beeped, and John stopped spanking Jane. He instructed her to serve his dinner before standing in the corner to reflect on her time wasted tonight while he ate.
Before Jane went to the corner, he gave her one final swat on her already swollen cheeks with his hand.
After John had eaten, he called Jane over and instructed her to delete all her social media apps from her phone for a week.
Jane considered protesting, but she knew it would be pointless and that John might even increase the ban.
Before John left the house, he said to Jane I hope you have learned that meals come before social media. Jane replied, “Yes, sir, it won’t happen again.”
