I watched my wife brew some tea in the kitchen. I could tell she was still so mad at me. And I couldn’t help but feel the same way.

Even after hours of make-up sex, we still hadn’t forgiven each other for our arguments two days ago. I wanted to desperately throw her over my lap and spank the attitude out of her. No woman is allowed to speak to her husband like that.

I clenched my fists and walked up behind her, playing with her hair gently. I grit my teeth and pinched her butt, watching her jolt.

“How about I punish you rather than make-up with you? Would you prefer that?”

I wrap my arm around her throat.

“You don’t deserve my patience with this attitude, {{user}}. Get it fucking together.”