by Jenny Plumb
“Jay, hurry up!” she shouted. “I want to open number two!” She heard him laughing upstairs.
“Be careful what you wish for!” he called back.
She bit her lip and wondered what that meant. To keep herself from peeking, she poured their coffee.
As soon as he got into the room, she eagerly took out the second drawer, and looked at the slip of paper. With a frown of confusion she read it out loud. “Make a list of other punishments?”
He nodded solemnly and pulled a piece of notebook paper out of his pajama pants. “You like getting spanked. I like spanking you. For something serious, I’m sure I can spank you hard enough to make it very unpleasant, but I’d like to have some other methods of punishment for minor infractions. And… well maybe this isn’t true for you, but it is for me, some other punishments are exciting. I know for sure that I would get off on watching you stand in the corner with your spanked bottom on display.”
She blushed, but couldn’t deny the physical response her body had to that suggestion.
He set the notebook paper on the counter and pointed to it. “This side has a list of punishments. If you think of some that I didn’t, feel free to add them.” He turned it over. “On this side I have three columns for you to put them in. First is ‘exciting, let’s try that’. Second is ‘sounds unpleasant, this will actually be a deterrent’. And third is ‘oh hell no’.”
A snort of laugher came out of her at the last one. “Yeah, okay, I can categorize these. What then?”
“Then tonight, we try a couple. I’m personally hoping for a light spanking and corner time, but we’ll see how you rate things.”
Looking into her coffee cup she said softly, “Standing in the corner sounds pretty good to me too… especially if the lights were dim?”
He tilted her head up with a finger under her chin to force eye contact. “I was really proud of you last night for being brave. I’m not going to let you slip backwards now. The lights stay on.”
Feeling chastised, she pouted. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good girl.”
Wednesday morning Cora was pouting in the corner of the kitchen while Jay made their coffee.
The night before it had become readily apparent to her that standing in the corner for more than a minute or two was not at all exciting, and was, in fact, boring as hell. When she had politely explained this to Jay after ten minutes of staring at a wall, he’d had the audacity to say, “That makes it the perfect punishment.” She’d tried to disagree, but apparently ‘I don’t like it’ wasn’t a persuasive augment.
So this morning when Cora had yelled at him to get downstairs so she could open the next drawer on the advent calendar, Jay had decided that a lesson in patience was in order.
“Okay, sweetheart, you can come out of the corner.”
Still pouting, she went straight to her coffee and took a drink before muttering, “I don’t like standing in the corner.”
“Good, you’re not supposed to.”
Refusing to dignify that with a response, she said pitifully, “Do I get to open number three now?”
“Go ahead. I’m pretty sure this is going to cheer you up.”
A bit wary, she opened the drawer and pulled out the paper to read it. “Order toys online. Two hundred dollar limit.” She looked at him and said, “Toys?”
He nodded. “I’m thinking a set of leather wrist cuffs, a paddle, maybe a flogger. Whatever you like.”
Her eyes opened wide. “You mean I get to shop online for kinky accessories? And you’re going to pay for it?”
“That’s what I mean.”
A squeak of joy came out of her, and she gave him a big hug and a kiss. “Day number three is awesome! Thank you!”
“But,” he held a finger up in front of her face, “it’s something we’re doing together, and we’re not going over two hundred.”
“Of course not,” she said with a sly smile.
Thursday morning when Cora read slip number four she raised an eyebrow, looked her husband in the eye and said, “Did you put this in there last night while I was asleep?” She looked back at the piece of paper that read ‘husband/wife roleplay: spanked for overspending’.
He chuckled. “No I didn’t. Every slip of paper is already in there. But you do have some predictable behaviors, and overspending is one of them.”
“I don’t overspend! I’ve never maxed out my credit card.”
“I agree. You’re very responsible with your money, and even more responsible with our money. That’s why this is a roleplay, not a real punishment. But… you do talk me into buying things that I probably wouldn’t buy if you didn’t have the cutest puppy dog eyes when you beg for something.”
She hid a smirk by taking a sip of coffee. Arguing would be pointless, because she’d known exactly what she was doing last night when she’d cajoled him into going fifty dollars over his predetermined limit.
That night when Jay got home from work, she had a surprise for him. As he was setting his keys down and shutting the door, she came in with last month’s credit card statement in her hand.
“Hi, babe, what’s this?” he asked as she handed the papers over.
She’d used a pencil to cross out the $186 she actually owed, and wrote $3186 just below that. “I… I can’t pay the minimum,” she said hesitantly. “I’m going to need you to help me pay it. I’m sorry.” She could see him smiling when he first looked at the statement, but before he looked up, he schooled his features into a disapproving frown.
“Cora Ann, I’m ashamed of you,” he said while pointing to the figure she’d written. “What exactly did you need to buy that was three thousand dollars?”
That caught her off guard for a second, and her mind raced to come up with something. “Uh… It… It was a purse. I really needed a new purse, and I just couldn’t resist this one that I saw at the mall. And matching shoes. It’s important to match.”
“You’re taking them back,” he said firmly, crossing his arms.
“Taking them back? But—”
“I’m not finished. You can take them back tomorrow, but tonight you’re going right over my knee for a long spanking.”
Her entire pelvic area clenched in anticipation. Hearing her husband say those words in such a stern tone was a huge turn on. She put her hands over her butt and shook her head. “You don’t need to spank me, I’ll take them back.”
“Yes, you will take them back.” He grasped her upper arm and started towing her towards the stairs. “And you do need a spanking for spending so much in the first place. Maybe if you have trouble sitting down to drive yourself back to the mall, you won’t buy anything else while you’re there.”
“But that’s not fair,” she whined, enjoying every moment of him firmly pulling her up the stairs with him. “That’s like getting punished twice. If I’m going to get spanked, I should at least get to keep the shoes.”
A hard slap landed on her bottom.
“Ouch!” She rubbed at the sore spot, and pouted at her husband.
He let go of her arm when they got to the bedroom, and pointed a finger at her. “You stay right there while I get your spanking chair.”
Those words made something in her stomach flutter, and she knew her panties would be damp before he even got her across his lap.
Setting the chair down at the foot of the bed, Jay took off his suit jacket, and started rolling up his sleeves.
If that sight hadn’t been so exciting, she might have remembered to whine about her upcoming ‘punishment’, but she was much too distracted.
Once he was ready, he took her by the arm again, and pulled her down across his lap as he sat in the chair.
“Oh!” she gasped at the sudden change of perspective.
He started lecturing and spanking at the same time. “We are on a budget, young lady, and if either one of us wants to buy something over five hundred dollars, we’re supposed to consult each other. Aren’t we?”
The smacks were on
the hard side of playful, but not intolerable, especially with her skirt on. Though they did make her squirm right away. “Yes! Ow!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir!” She smiled, knowing how much those words would excite her husband during this scene.
He paused and groped her rear end, squeezing it for a few seconds before lifting up her black skirt.
“Jaaay!” she whined.
Without acknowledging her whine, he started spanking on top of her blue panties. “You spent a ridiculous amount of money on something you didn’t need, and you knew you couldn’t afford. That is completely irresponsible behavior for a grown woman. Isn’t it?”
“Ow! Yes! Yes, Sir!” Her legs kicked a little harder with each slap.
“If something like this ever happens again, you’re going to have to call and have the credit card company lower your limit. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir!” Just as she was considering saying ‘yellow’, the slaps stopped again, and her husband was rubbing out the sting.
As he was running his hand all over her backside he said sternly, “Do you have anything to say for yourself before I pull these panties down and spank your bare bottom to a bright red?”
Between the sting in her rear, his scolding tone, and the things he was saying, she was more desperate for sex than she’d ever been in her life. “I’m sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again.”
“It had better not.” He yanked her panties down, and started smacking her naked backside.
Within seconds she was squirming, and yelping, and a few seconds after that she put a hand back to cover part of her ass.
“None of that.” His hand circled around her wrist, pulled her hand away from her butt, and held it at the small of her back so he could continue spanking.
“Come on, Jay,” she whined, “I said I was sorry!” She kicked a little harder than before and struggled against his grip, but he held tight. Then, just like the night before, the pain started to fade, and pleasure built in its place. She unconsciously started raising her bottom to meet his spanks, and her vocal complaints turned into moans.
Half a minute later, Jay stopped swatting, and let her wrist go. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was throaty, and filled with lust.
“Then I’d say you’re forgiven. Stand up and give me a kiss.”
She pushed herself of his lap, and within seconds, they were undressing each other, and climbing onto the bed.
“How is your bottom today?” Jay asked the next morning over coffee.
“I can still feel a slight twinge when I’m sitting, but that’s about it.”
“Good. Ready to open number five?”
“Absolutely. Last night was amazing. I’m excited to see what else you have in store for us.”
He gestured to the advent calendar, and she pulled out the drawer.
“Find implements around the house, and test them.” She looked up at him with a shy smile. “Since we started this, I haven’t been able to look at my hairbrush the same way.”
Chuckling, he said, “I want you to make a pile on the kitchen table. Anything and everything that you want to try out. I’ll give you a couple of light smacks with each one, and we can pick a couple of favorites to keep in our room.”
“Can I start getting things now?”
He gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Of course. Just make sure you’re not late for work.”
“Yay!” She opened the utensil drawer, and pulled out a spatula and a wooden spoon to put on the table.
That night by the time her husband got home from work, Cora had found fourteen things to try. She pulled him to the kitchen table as soon as he set his keys down.
“Eager?” he asked.
“I had a good time trying to find things. It was… exciting.”
“Ready to try them?”
“Yes.”
“What should we try first?” He looked at the array.
“Hairbrush.”
He picked up the plastic hairbrush with an oval back and tapped it on his own palm. “After I use each of these on you, I want you to rank them. We’re going to put them in a row from your favorite to your least favorite. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Half an hour later, Cora’s bottom was throbbing, and they had the following row of implements on the counter: DVD case, hardback book, ruler, paint-stirring stick, spatula, wooden spoon, slipper, plastic cutting board, sandal, hairbrush, plastic coat hanger, wooden cutting board, belt, and bath brush.
Chapter 3
Saturday morning Cora woke up to Jay bringing her coffee in bed, along with drawer number six.
“Thank you,” she mumbled as she sat up. After she’d had a few sips, she said, “You brought me today’s drawer?”
“I might be a little excited about this one.”
She held her hand out for it, and he turned the drawer over to dump the slip of paper on her palm. She grinned as she read it. “Teacher/student roleplay: sent to the vice principal’s office for cheating.”
“You were planning to go to the mall today right?”
“Unfortunately. I have a few more Christmas gifts to buy.”
“I thought maybe I could come with you and we—”
“You?” she interrupted. “You want to come to the mall? In December?”
“Want to probably isn’t the right term.” His scowl made her laugh. He forged on. “I thought we could pick out a skirt for you. It’s Christmas time, so there is a lot of red out there, and I have this image of you in a red plaid pleated skirt and a white blouse.”
“Classic schoolgirl uniform type of skirt?” she asked with a smile, and saw his cheeks turn a little red.
“Oh my gosh, Jay, are you blushing?”
He shrugged. “It’s one of my favorite fantasies.”
“Aw.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Then lets go find me the perfect skirt Mr. Carver. Or should I call you Professor? Or maybe Headmaster? Is it an English schoolgirl fantasy?”
“Headmaster? No, but I have to admit, I’d probably really enjoy it if you called me Vice Principal Carver once or twice during the roleplay. Mix it up between that and Mr. Carver.”
Setting her coffee on the nightstand, she crawled over to sit in his lap. “Do you want your schoolgirl to be nervous and apologetic, or bratty and defiant?”
“That’s your call; I’ll be happy with either one. But your attitude will help determine the number of swats you’re getting. You’ll get at least six, and at most thirty, so consider your attitude carefully, because they won’t be light swats. We don’t have an actual paddle yet, so I’m planning to use the wooden ruler, which you seemed to enjoy.”
She stood up and said, “All this talk makes me want to pull you into bed with me, instead of getting to the mall early.”
He grabbed for her with a lascivious grin, but she darted back out of his reach squeaking in surprise.
“No way, mister!” She laughed as she rushed into their bathroom and shut the door. “You’ll thank me later when the mall is getting crowded, and we’re leaving!”
Several hours later, Cora was done with her Christmas shopping, she had a new skirt, and Jay had taken her out to lunch before driving them home.
When they got in the door, he said, “I don’t want to wait any longer. Are you ready to play?”
“Sure.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a quick kiss. “What’s your safeword if you need to stop?”
She rolled her eyes, but dutifully said, “Red.”
“Good girl. Why don’t you go change, and I’ll wait for you in the office.”
“Okay.” She took the shopping bags he’d been holding, and went upstairs with them. After shutting herself in their bedroom, she put the Christmas gifts in the closet to wrap later, and then looked through her clothes to find the right white blouse to go with her new skirt. She tossed it on the
bed, and then dug through her underwear drawer to find a pair of white cotton panties.
While she got out of her usual clothes and into her schoolgirl outfit, she heard Jay moving around in their office, which was actually a second bedroom with a desk instead of a bed. When she was dressed, she went to the master bathroom to look in the mirror. Her eyebrows went up in surprise at how much she looked the part. Deciding to go all in, she pulled out a hair band, and put her hair in a ponytail. Then she got out her makeup and added an excessive amount of eyeliner and eye shadow the way she used to in high school. Smirking, she went to see what her husband thought of her transformation.
The office door was closed, and there was a sheet of printer paper taped to the door that read: Vice Principal. She couldn’t stop the little snort of laughter that came out, as she knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
She opened the door, and was surprised to see that her husband had moved almost everything off the desk, except the computer and the wooden ruler they’d tried out yesterday. She said quietly, “Hey, Mr. Carver.”
Jay simply stared at her for several seconds with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes roaming over her.
She cleared her throat. “Vice Principal Carver?”
That seemed to get him out of his stupor. His eyes focused on hers, and his lips turned down in a frown. “Cora.” He gestured to one of the two office chairs they kept in the room. “Take a seat please.”
Once she was sitting, she had to crane her neck to look up at him. He crossed his arms, and loomed over her. “Do you know why you’re here, young lady?”
Her stomach fluttered at his tone. She bit her lip, nodded once, and then focused on her lap.
“Explain it to me please.”
