TV Startle

My husband and I were watching a new TV mini-series called "Gaslit" about Watergate and we came across a scene I considered pretty sexy anyways.

One of the main protagonists is John Mitchell, Richard Nixon's Attorney General. He had a wife, Martha, known as "The Mouth of the South" for how she loved the spotlight and gossip and would often do interviews for TV, magazines, and newspapers. She was a thorn in the side of the Republican party.

On the night the operatives were caught by a security guard and police breaking into the DNC headquarters, The Mitchells were in California seeking the endorsement of Ronald Reagan for Nixon's next election. John Mitchell was very afraid of his wife doing something foolish with this news, so he placed her on lockdown inside his hotel suite with his secret service agent Peter without waking her to tell her, not wanting the drama.

When Martha awoke, she noticed that John had emptied the drawers of his clothes.

She got up and put her robe on.

She noticed that her phone was disconnected, the cord ripped out of the wall.

Confused, she wandered out into the main room where she was startled to see Peter, the security detail, eating breakfast.

"Oh Peter! You scared me!"

"Sorry Ma'am, I was just getting some breakfast."

"Where is everyone?"

"Mr. Mitchell had to fly to Washington for an urgent business meeting. His instructions were to have you stay here."

"Oh... I think I'll just give his office a call, make sure everything's all right."

Peter puts down his breakfast bowl and steps in her way to block her from leaving the area. 

"All right Peter, what is going on?" she says angrily, in the tone of a woman of power who usually gets her way.

"Okay, there's no need to get hysterical. Why don't you just go back to your room and relax?"

"This is ridiculous. I am calling my husband."

She barges forward and Peter has to grab her to stop her.

He grabs her forcefully and spins her around.

"You are not in charge here. Do you understand me?"

Martha is terrified and nods yes.

Peter walks her along back towards her bedroom.

"You husband is a very busy man, and he doesn't have time right now to take your call."

"Ok" she whispers submissively and begins walking towards her bedroom of her own accord.

"Here. A little light reading," he says, handing her a stack of women's magazines.

She takes them and he says,

"Good girl."

She walks back to her bedroom.

Is that not an amazing scene? He's a young man, likely in his twenties, and she's much older, in her fifties. But he deals with her as if she was a child, even saying "good girl" when she obeys him. He restrained her physically, laying hands on her. It's obvious this was under the instructions of her husband. He would not have taken such liberties otherwise. But what else was he empowered to do by her husband if she put up more of a fight? We can only imagine...

"No! I refuse! I am leaving!"

"Now Ma'am, your husband has authorized me to put you across my knee if you don't comply."

"I will not be treated this way!" says Martha, stomping her foot.

Peter sighs, takes her arm, and pulls her towards the sofa. He sits and gently but inexorably pulls Martha across his lap. He moves her robe out of the way and pulls down her pajama bottoms, baring her mature bottom. He spanks her with his hand.

"You cannot do this! You cannot spank me! My husband will see you in jail! Let me up immediately!"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but your husband left explicit instructions that if you misbehaved like a naughty little girl, you were to be treated like a naughty little girl, and where I come from, this is how naughty little girls are treated. Now, will you be a good little girl and go to your room without a fuss?"

"Yes! I will. I will!"

"Good girl."

He restores her pajama bottom and puts her on her feet. She trudges back to her room, head bowed, thoroughly shamed, and well put in her place.

Do you imagine she went to her bedroom and rubbed her pussy? I do.

This is such a powerful scene (even without my added spanking, that you have to admit was well-implied). It really speaks to our male and female stereotypes. This is exactly how I wish to be treated by my husband when I misbehave, as if I was a naughty little girl.