Most of my spankings now are for attitude and disrespect. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly a spanking can improve my attitude and restore our relationship to a proper balance. Nearly always before I earn a spanking, I've developed resentment over something Ramon did or didn't do. Usually, it's something insignificant that I should have just let go, but I seem to get this vague feeling of discontent and smoldering anger that I have a hard time getting rid of, and that comes out as a disrespectful attitude. I think I also get proud, thinking I have some small moral superiority over him, since his flaws are so glaringly obvious to me. A spanking gets rid of my pride and helps me see my own flaws, which are usually worse than the things I was nitpicking him about. It puts things in perspective for me.
Of course, sometimes it takes me longer to see where I'm wrong. Today, Ramon said he was going to spank, and I argued that I didn't really mean what I had said. He took my pants down and started anyway. When it hurt more than I liked, I jumped up, still feeling like what I said wasn't that big of a deal and that he was overreacting. He then lectured me about my attitude and some other things, and I realized he was right. Then he told me to take down my pants again and bend over the bed. The moment I obeyed, all of my pride was gone, and I could submit from my heart.
As usual, when it was over I felt much more respectful toward Ramon. I also felt more loving towards him. All the tension was gone, and we were back to a harmonious relationship. I'm so glad (now) that Ramon followed through with his intent to spank, even when I tried to get out of it. It was exactly what I needed, and I love him more for it. The Bible says that "Pride goes before a fall." In our case, pride makes my panties fall.