One Of Those Stormy Days

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There are days Susie doesn’t feel submissive at all.  This is one of those days.  No matter what Daddy tells her she wants to go against it.  Something has been brewing in her for the past few days and she doesn’t know what.  She is frustrated and emotional.  

Today when Daddy gets home from work he tells her he is going to sit and read the paper while she finishes up in the kitchen.  She stops what she is doing and just watches as he comes over, gives her a kiss on the cheek and then moves on to the living room and sits in his favorite chair to read.  

This hits her wrong and she is steaming inside as she cleans up her mess from preparing dinner and getting things on the table.  By the time everything is ready she is livid, feeling he doesn’t care how she is or if she wants some time with him.  He is too worried about reading the paper and relaxing.  

“You know, Daddy, it would be nice if you came in here to talk to me while I finish up. I would like some of your time since I haven’t seen you all day.  But instead, you feel you would rather read the paper and be away from me.” She says heatedly, not thinking of how she sounds having worked herself up to this explosion internally.  

He looks at her, says nothing, looks back down at the paper and continues reading what is in front of him.  She wants to scream but sees it probably won’t do anything to make him move.  Yet, she can’t help what comes out next.  

“Fine! Dinner is ready.  I am going to the room.” And she flounces off to the bedroom and sits on the bed in a huff, folding her arms across her chest like a child that has been scolded and giving her best pout. 

She waits, listening intently to hear if he is following her to the room.  Nothing.  She places her hands on both sides of her legs on the bed and holds the covers in her grip.  Listening.  Still nothing.  

In another huff, she pushes herself off the bed and peaks out the door and down the hall to see if he is there.  Nope, not there.  She walks back into the room, paces the floor and then takes a deep breath.  She turns and walks back to the kitchen.  

He is still in his chair, reading the newspaper.  

She walks over to him, kneels in front of him, places a hand on his knee and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I don’t know where that came from.  Please forgive me.  I guess I just want your attention.”

He finally looks down at her, folds the paper and places it on the table beside his chair. 
“There are other ways to get my attention Kitten.  If you wanted me in there with you to talk, all you had to do was ask.”

“Yes, Sir, I know you are right.”

“So what do we do about it now?” he asked.

“Discipline spanking Daddy?”  

“Yes, but I believe we will wait until after dinner.  Let you think about it a bit more.  Have your corner time and then the spanking before bed.  Agree?”

“Yes, Daddy, I agree.”  She hung her head.

“Well, lead the way then Kitten.  We don’t want the fine dinner you cooked to go cold.”  He takes her hands and stands, pulling her up with him.

They move to the kitchen table and she is anxious, but a bit calmer now. Damn! Why does her emotions have to take control sometimes and get her in trouble like that?! Will she ever learn? If it gets her the spanking she needs, maybe not! 

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*Pic from Pixabay

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