by Jenny Plumb
“Thanks, babe, I appreciate it. But please don’t agree to it if makes you feel uncomfortable.”
Wanting to say it before she lost her nerve, she blurted out, “I’ll let you do it.”
After a short pause he asked, “What happened to thinking about it?”
“I… I don’t want to like it, but I think I will,” she whispered to the floor. “So we should try it.”
He put his fingers on her chin and raised her face up to look at him. “You think you might like having your temperature taken specifically? Or you think you might like a little bit of anal play, because you know I’d be into that, but you put that under the ‘oh hell no’ category?”
She closed her eyes and repeated herself. “I don’t want to like any of it.”
“I see.” Leaning in, he gave her a gentle kiss. “I can work with that. Tonight, you can say no all you want, and you can struggle all you want, but I’m still going to take your temperature that way. You don’t have to admit that you want it or that you like it. In fact you can tell me you hate it in the moment. The only thing that will stop me from doing it will be a safeword. Okay?”
Relief flooded through her, and she dove into his chest for a reassuring hug. “Okay.”
The next morning as she pulled out drawer number twenty, Cora said, “Only four more to go after this. It’s been an intense month.”
“A good kind of intense?” he asked.
“The best.” She looked at the paper. “Read online spanking stories together.” Grinning, she said, “I could definitely spend all day doing this.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing it’s Saturday, and the only thing we have scheduled is dinner with my folks.”
“Do you have some favorites that you’ve read more than once?” she asked.
“I’ve saved some links on my laptop, but I don’t think I’ve read any of them more than once. I take it you have?”
“There are some I’ve read a bunch of times.”
“Well then, we should start with those.”
She blushed. “I’ll go get my tablet.”
“I’ll meet you on the couch with my laptop.”
They spent the entire day relaxing in the house, trading stories, and discussing the merits of various online authors. After a particularly long debate about plot verses porn, Jay looked at the clock, leaned his head back on the couch, and said, “It’s five o’clock. We need to head to my parents’ house in a few minutes.”
Cora’s head snapped to the time on her tablet. “Oh crap.”
“What?”
“I haven’t taken a shower yet today.”
“You look perfectly fine. Put on a pair of jeans instead of your pajama bottoms, and we’ll be good to go.”
“I haven’t washed my hair, I don’t have any makeup on, and I’m not even wearing a bra.”
He crossed his arms. “So then put your hair in a pony tail, put on a bra, and do your makeup in the car while I drive.”
“Jay, I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Your parents will understand. Just give them a call, and let them know we’ll be about half an hour late.”
“Cora,” he said sternly, “We have talked about this more than once. I don’t like showing up late; it’s rude. You’ve known all day that we were going to this dinner, so if you needed half an hour to get ready, you should have done that well before five o’clock.”
“I know it’s rude, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize it was so late,” she whined.
“This behavior is going to stop.”
Her eyes opened wide at his tone.
“You remember the third section in the letter you gave me? The part about spanking as punishment?”
She slowly nodded.
“From this point on, being late is going to earn you a punishment spanking. If you strongly disagree with that as a rule, we can discuss it tomorrow. But for tonight, you have three choices. You can go get your clothes on and be ready to leave in ten minutes. You can go over my knee for a punishment spanking before taking a shower. Or you can use your safeword.”
Her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt, and twisted it. “But we’re already late… if you spank me, we’ll be even later.”
“An extra five minutes isn’t going to make much difference at this point, and it will be time well spent if it means this doesn’t happen again.”
Feeling close to tears, she whispered, “I can’t go without a shower.”
“Then I need you to stand up.”
Once she was up, Jay moved to the center of the couch. He put his hands on her hips and guided her to stand directly in front of him between his open legs. He let go of her, leaned down to take off one of his slippers, and put it on the couch next to him.
“Jay,” she said nervously, looking at the implement.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and slid them down along with her panties. Ignoring her whimper, he guided her down across his left thigh, and then clamped her legs in place by putting his right leg over hers.
“Give me your hands so I can hold you still.”
As she put her hands back, she said softly, “It doesn’t have to be that hard, Jay. I promise I’ll stop being late.”
“Sweetheart,” he said while grasping both of her wrists in his left hand, “If it’s not hard enough, it’s not going to be an actual deterrent. I know you’re probably nervous and a little scared, but that’s how you should feel about a punishment. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.” He picked up the slipper, and rested it against her ass.
“Please…” she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging him for.
“You’re only getting ten this time since we hadn’t discussed this as a rule beforehand, but if it happens again, it’s going to be twenty. It’s going to be hard and fast, but then it will be over.”
Without waiting for a response, he gripped her tighter, lifted the slipper and started slapping it down on her exposed rear end.
The intense and shocking pain mixed with the fear of a new experience made it impossible for her to do anything other than let out a loud wail. Her body thrashed under the onslaught of rapid-fire slaps, and her cries went up in pitch with each one.
It took her a couple of seconds to realize the slipper wasn’t landing on her backside anymore, but once that realization hit her brain, all of the tension left her body. Her torso sank down into the couch, and loud gasping sobs came out of her chest. She didn’t know if the tears were from the relief that it was over, or if they were from the residual pain itself. Her entire bottom throbbed and burned from just those ten whacks.
“Okay, it’s all done.” He let her wrists go, and loosened his legs.
She pulled both of her arms to the front of her body, and buried her face in her hands to continue crying.
He rubbed her back in soothing circles with one hand and petted her hair with the other. A few moments later he said, “I’m going to turn you over so I can give you a hug, okay?”
Before she had a chance to answer, his hands were turning her over to sit on his lap with her bottom between his spread thighs. She clamped her arms around his chest, and held tight while a new crying jag hit her.
“I know,” he soothed, while holding her close. Once her crying had tapered off to sniffles, he said, “We’re not going to have this problem again, are we Cora?”
“N-No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He patted her back and looked at his watch. “Okay, sweetheart, it’s time to get ready. You have exactly half an hour. If we’re not out the door by five thirty-two, then you’re going to get six more swats with the hairbrush before bed tonight.”
She leaned back to look in his eyes, and her chin wobbled. “That’s too much.”
Reaching up to cup her face, he wiped some of her tears away with his thumbs. “It’s not too much, but I understand why you’d think so in this moment. Half an hour is more than enough time to get ready as long as you’re paying attention. I am
going to be firm and consistent about this issue, because I’m serious about it. We’re done being late to family activities.”
Fresh tears ran down her face, and her eyebrows furrowed in a tiny scowl.
“You can be angry with me all you want, Cora Ann, but I’m not changing my mind about this.” He gave her exposed bottom a not very gentle pat. “Go get in the shower while I call my folks.”
“Ouch!” she yelped, and scrambled to get off his lap. After yanking her pajama bottoms into place, she rushed up the stairs to get ready while cursing out her husband in her head.
Twenty-five minutes later, Cora came downstairs, grumpy, but ready to go. Her husband had apparently changed while she was in the shower, because he had on slacks and a green sweater.
After checking his watch he said, “Good girl.”
Without looking his way, she got her jacket on. “You left a bruise.”
“I know.” He put his coat on, picked up his keys, and opened the door for her. “I meant to. I think you’ll have a couple.”
“Screw you!” she hissed as she walked past him. His hand clamped down on her upper arm, and stopped her forward momentum.
“I don’t think so.” He pulled her back in, and closed the door behind them.
Fear shot through her body at the thought of more pain, but instead of swatting her, he guided her face first into the corner by the front door.
“I understand that you’re angry, but that doesn’t give you the right to say that to me. I was angry with you for deciding to make us late, but I didn’t tell you to screw off, did I?”
She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d never say that to her. “No.”
“No, what?”
Cringing, she said, “No, Sir.”
“For the next five minutes you need to think about what a punishment spanking should be. You and I have done a lot of playing over the past couple of weeks, and I know how much pain you can take with a smile on your face. If I’d taken you over my lap and given you the same kind of spanking that I give you when we’re doing a roleplay, it would not be a deterrent. You might think it would at first, because emotionally you’d be feeling guilty, but once it was over, if there wasn’t some residual unpleasant pain, you wouldn’t try to avoid that scenario in the future.”
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and thought it over. In her mind, a firm spanking while he was scolding her for some actual wrongdoing would be plenty to keep her from making the same error twice. The spanking didn’t have to be harsh for her to learn her lesson. But on the other hand, the thought of that kind of spanking always did turn her on, so there might be some validity in what he’d said. But either way, her angry words had been uncalled for.
“All right, time’s up. Turn around and give me your thoughts in a calm and respectful manner.”
When she turned around, she could tell he was still upset, because his arms were crossed, and he seemed to be exuding an air of irritation and frustration. She looked him in the eye and said sincerely, “I’m sorry I said ‘screw you’. That was way out of line, and it won’t happen again.”
“Apology accepted.” Some of the tension went out of his shoulders, and his frown became less prominent. “Anything else?”
“I don’t want you to be right about punishment, because tonight sucked. It was painful, it was harsh, it made me angry, and it wasn’t what I was expecting. But… I… Well, I guess you have a point. The kind of punishment I’m always fantasizing about might not actually be that much of a deterrent, specifically because I do fantasize about it.”
“Thank you,” he said softly and uncrossed his arms. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a hug after that.”
She gladly went to his open arms, and they stood there quietly for a couple of minutes, comforting each other.
“Okay, let’s try this again.” He let her go and opened the front door for her.
On the way to his parents’ house, Cora had to shift in her seat several times, and she knew dinner was going to be slightly unpleasant, but then like her husband had said, that was kind of the point.
Chapter 6
Sunday morning Cora was a little bit cranky when her husband woke her up with a cup of coffee and drawer number twenty-one. Dinner the night before hadn’t been much fun to sit through, and her butt still didn’t feel great.
She took a few sips of coffee and said with a pout, “Maybe we should skip today.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Maybe you should read the note before you decide.”
She held out her hand, and he turned the drawer upside down over it. She opened the slip of paper and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. “All day ageplay, six to eight-year-old age range.” Feeling her face heating up with emotions, she was unable to look his way. This was something she definitely wanted to do, sore bottom or not, and after all the things they’d discussed before starting this month, he knew how much this one meant to her.
“As soon as you finish your coffee, we’re going to start. It’s going to be age appropriate everything, including clothes, activities, and conversation. It’s not going to be about getting spanked per say, but if you do get in trouble, it will be an age appropriate spanking, meaning less than ten swats with my hand that won’t even leave a visible pink mark for longer than half an hour. But since your bottom is bruised, any spanks you get today will be on your upper thighs, not your bottom. And unless you’re seriously naughty, a time out will be the go to punishment for most bad behavior.”
All of her former crankiness disappeared with those incredibly calming words and kind tone from her husband. Keeping her face down she nodded. “Okay.”
He took her hand in his and said, “I’m going to go over a few basic rules for the day before we start, so you know what to expect. I don’t want you to get spanked unduly. First rule: there’s absolutely no swearing. I’ll probably even take exception to words like crap or dang. Second rule: I’m going to expect complete obedience to direct orders. If I tell you to eat your vegetables, they need to get eaten, and if you ignore me or say ‘no’, you will get spanked. I might let a little whining slide, but if there’s too much of it, you’ll have a time out. Third rule: you need to ask permission for pretty much everything. There’s no independence. If you want a snack, you ask. If you want to watch television, you ask.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and added, “Does all of that sound good to you? Anything you have issues with? Any rules you want me to add?”
It took her a few seconds, but once she could finally speak past the emotions that were clogging her throat, she whispered, “It sounds so perfect that I’m shaking. I can’t even explain how much I want this.”
“Look at me, sweetheart.” He squeezed her hand gently.
It took a few seconds, but eventually she pulled her eyes up to meet his.
“I want this too,” he reassured her, and then leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Finish your coffee while I start a bath for you and get out the clothes I want you to wear. When you’re ready to start, you say ‘Daddy, I’m ready’ and then there’s no more adult mode for you until I put you to bed tonight. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir… Daddy.”
He grinned as he stood up.
She gulped down her coffee as quickly as possible, and went to find her husband.
Monday morning, Cora felt more rested and relaxed than she had all month long. There was something intensely satisfying about being treated like a child for a day. Jay had been incredibly kind and attentive while still being strict and stern when her behavior called for it. She’d been sent to time out at least ten times, maybe more, but she’d only gotten ‘spanked’ twice. It was amazingly cathartic to fuss and cry over a few light smacks, but it also proved her husband’s point about a real punishment needing to be painful to work, because she’d thoroughly enjoyed those light spankings.
Cora was sipping her coffee when her husband came downstairs to join her. She ha
nded him a mug. “Can I open number twenty-two?”
“Sure.”
She got the paper out and read, “Coach/student roleplay.” She chuckled. “What sport do you see me playing, because back in high school, I was so uncoordinated, I could fall down while trying to navigate stairs.”
“My little nerd,” he said affectionately. “The chess club had a coach didn’t it?”
She almost choked on the coffee she’d been swallowing, and had to set her mug down. Once she’d swallowed safely, she said, “Oh my God, Jay, do you remember the coach of the chess club?”
“No.”
“It was Mr. Bachman.”
Jay’s eyebrows went up. “The Mr. Bachman that you had a crush on?”
“There was only one Mr. Bachman in the school.” She winced. “God, I would have died of mortification if he’d ever spanked me. He was only eight years older than us, and so handsome.”
Scowling, Jay said, “Yeah, okay, maybe we can skip this roleplay.”
“Jealous?”
He refused to answer and took a drink of his coffee.
“Aw, I’m just teasing.” She gave him a tight hug. “You have no reason to be jealous. Mr. Bachman was happily married with a baby on the way, and odds are that he’d be utterly horrified by our kink. I don’t want anyone other than you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Okay, but no chess club.”
“I could be on the swim team,” she suggested with a sly smile. “The team captain could take me to task for… unsportsmanlike behavior. Maybe I was badmouthing the other team after they won.”
Groaning in appreciation, he said, “Oh yeah, that’s definitely the roleplay we’re doing tonight.”
“In our bathing suits,” she added.
“Jesus, Cora.” He stepped back to put some physical distance between them. “You need to go get ready for work, because if we keep talking about this, I’m going to need to toss you over the kitchen table and fuck you right now.”
