Kaylee's Attitude adjustment

Kaylee's Roadside Punishment

Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to update. I know people were asking if I'd ever update it. Life's been busy lately but I'm going to try and update at least once a month, hopefully more, from now on. Thank you guys for your understanding and hope you enjoy. :)

Written by: TMLRP Team

The sun beamed above them, casting a warm glow over the highway as Greg navigated the car towards his parents' house. Kaylee sat beside him, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the dashboard. They were heading to Greg's parents house for the weekend and while Greg looked forward to the home-cooked meals and family time, Kaylee's restlessness was present. They'd been in the car for over 3 hours.

"I'm starving," she announced, her voice thick with annoyance.

Greg shot her a sideways glance, a smile creeped on his face as he reached his hand over and squeezed her hand, "There's a granola bar in the glove compartment, hon." he suggested, his tone was light. He was hoping to avoid one of her tantrums.

Kaylee rolled her eyes."I don't want a stupid granola bar, they're gross. I want real food" she huffed, she crossed her arms, and slumped down into her seat.

Greg sighed and steadied his hand on the steering wheel and focused on keeping his voice even. "My dad's probably got an entire feast waiting for us. We'll eat as soon as we get there."

She muttered something under her breath. Greg's jaw clenched, his mind wandering to the countless times her behavior had tested the very limits of his composure. It was always a delicate dance, his patience against her impudence, and more often than not, it ended with her over his knee, receiving the correction she so stubbornly resisted, but desperately needed and deserved.

As they drove on, Kaylee's gaze fixed on a gas station in the distance. "Stop there," she demanded, pointing her finger as they approached.

"No," Greg replied, his voice firm. "We're almost there. You can hold out for another half-hour."

Kaylee's response was immediate and dramatic. Her hands flew to the steering wheel. "I said pull over!" Kaylee demanded, Greg's heart lurched as the car swerved dangerously, the world outside blurring with the sudden shift in direction.

"That's it!" Greg's hand came down on the steering wheel with a resounding smack, his anger flaring hot and bright. With deft maneuvering, he pulled the car onto the shoulder, the tires crunching over gravel. Kaylee gasped out, "Wait, Greg I'm so-" she began to say but was immediately cut off.

Greg stomped out of the car and found Kaylee's door open. In one swift motion, Greg pulled her from the car, his grip unyielding as he bent her over the back of the vehicle, he swiftly pulled her pants and panties down and tossed them haphazardly to the side.

The cool metal of his belt buckle felt like ice against his fingertips as he pulled the leather free from its loops. Kaylee's protests turned to sobs, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and regret.

SMACK! WHACK! TWHACK! The belt landed with the force of the thunder god himself on Kaylee's poor, bare bottom. She cried out, gasping as she reached for something, anything, but her hands only found air. Greg huffed out angrily as he drew the belt back even higher and brought it down. The sound of the belt swishing through the air and Kaylee's cries of "I'm sorry!" Flooded the highway as Greg set to work on correcting his naughty brat.

"I can't believe you!" Greg began as he whipped her bottom senseless, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy watching her pale bottom turn red as he continued his assault. "you could've smack killed us smack with your smack little tantrum!" Greg lectured as Kaylee wailed.

Her cries grew louder, her body writhing under the onslaught of the belt. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she gasped and cried out for him to stop, that she'd learned her lesson. But Greg knew better. If she had learned her lesson, she wouldn't find herself in this position so much.

As the discipline continued, Greg was vaguely aware of the occasional car passing by, the drivers casting curious glances at the scene unfolding beside the road. He smirked as Kaylee groaned in pain and humiliation., "Greg, but all these people."

"Good." Greg responded curtly, stopping for a moment to examine her bottom which was a deep red, painted with brilliant stripes. "Maybe the humiliation will do you some good." He said as he continued.

Whack thwack crack the belt tore into Kaylee's tender flesh, each lash seemed to damage her more than the last one. Greg smiled as Kaylee seemed to give into his discipline.

"Stick your butt out as far as you can." Greg ordered. Kaylee sniffled and reached forward, her arms gripping the sides of the car as she stood on her tippy toes, her bright red bottom sticking out for all to see as Greg laid into her like no tomorrow.

"If I have to whip your ass for you to learn to behave, then so be it." Greg said as he brought the belt down for what Kaylee thought must've been the 200th time. All Kaylee did was cry out as she wiggled and hopped back and forth on her tippy toes. Greg smirked, That's more like it, he thought.

He didn't stop until Kaylee was no longer begging, until she lay limply over the car, uttering nothing but "I swear I'll behave."

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Greg put his belt back on. He leaned over and pulled Kaylee into a hug, her tears soaking into his shirt.

"I love you, Kaylee," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means tanning your little hide."

Greg couldn't help but grin as Kaylee's face turned almost as bright as her bottom. Kaylee buried her head in his chest, he gently soothed her as she hiccuped. "Thank you." She whispered. Greg smiled and pecked a kiss on her forehead.

When they got back in the car and Kaylee's tears eventually subsided, Greg looked over and grinned, he knew he'd been harsh, but he also knew this was exactly what she needed. Greg was confident that Kaylee would behave for the rest of the weekend, and if she didn't, Greg knew just what to do about it.