You Look Just Like Your Sister

by Rachel Burns

  “Watch your tone. Are you so eager to go back over my knees that you’re provoking me?”

  Elise’s hands covered her backside. “No, sir.”

  Derrick grinned at her. Her reaction pleased him. “I’ll talk you through a meal, but you better learn quickly.” He sat down with Patrick in his arms and gave her instructions.

  She made lots of mistakes, but she was trying.

  When it was bedtime, she fed Patrick on the couch and waited for Derrick to go to sleep. Once he had, she put Patrick to bed and made up her own bed on the couch.

  In the middle of the night Derrick noticed Elise wasn’t beside him. He found her on the sofa. He assumed it meant she didn’t want to sleep with him.

  Derrick went back to bed, thinking they would never be comfortable with each other.

  Chapter 22 – What A Man Expects When He Comes Home From Work

  Elise got up extra early. She had his breakfast of eggs and toast on the table when he came out dressed and ready for work.

  Derrick was pleased, but he didn’t say so, fearing she would get a thick head.

  Before he left, he gave her two hundred dollars, telling her she had to stretch the money, explaining that he wanted her to learn to live like a normal person.

  Elise figured he thought she’d done what she had because she was a spoiled rich girl.

  That hadn’t been the reason.

  Elise walked around the apartment with Patrick in her arms. She looked at everything, so she would know where things went, or so she told herself.

  In truth, she was checking everything out. She didn’t really know her husband. This was a way to get to know him.

  She didn’t find anything interesting. The apartment was clean, and she didn’t know what to do all day.

  She went back to the couch and turned the TV on. That would pass the day away.

  Derrick dreaded going home that day. He asked Mr. Montfort and Ashton not to say anything at work about his wedding this past weekend, claiming he didn’t want anyone to think he’d slept with Elise to better his position in the company.

  Luckily, they held their word.

  Still, he had to deal with Elise when he got home.

  Would she have blown all the money he gave her already?

  What would she cook?

  He went in quietly, wanting to catch her if she were doing something wrong. The lights were out in the kitchen. He heard the TV and walked around and saw her sitting on the couch.

  “Hello!”

  Elise jumped and looked over her shoulder back at him. “Hello.” When she saw that he was mad, she added a sir.

  “When were you planning on starting supper?” he asked.

  “I didn’t know when you would be coming home.”

  “You didn’t know? You worked at the company for over a year, and you didn’t know.”

  “It isn’t like you punch a clock and leave punctually at the same time every day.”

  Derrick couldn’t believe his ears. She had actually sassed him. How dare she? “Is Patrick asleep?”

  “Yes, I’m holding him.” That was the only way he slept.

  Elise had given up holding him in the night. Instead, she’d laid him down on the sofa and lay down next to him. He’d slept and so had she.

  Derrick took Patrick out of Elise’s arms and laid him in bed.

  Elise hated that when he did that Patrick stayed asleep. He never did when she laid him in bed.

  “In the bedroom now,” he told her.

  “But why? We can cook now.”

  “I thought I was very clear. I expect you to do your duties.”

  “You can spank me all you want, but I won’t learn how to cook from that,” Elise protested. She hadn’t meant it as a barb; she was trying to point out a simple fact.

  The words ‘you can spank me all you want” bounced around in Derrick’s head. “Elise, I’m getting madder by the minute.” That was true, but he was getting turned on too.

  He had to remind himself how lazy she was. Laziness wasn’t an attractive quality.

  “No,” she practically whispered. “You can’t spank me because you expect me to do something I can’t.”

  “Yes, I can, and I will.”

  Reluctantly, Elise got up. She went into his bedroom and stood with her arms crossed over her chest and glared at him.

  Derrick closed the door behind them before he sat down on the bed. “Bare your bottom, Elise.”

  Elise was wearing jeans, and she didn’t want to pull them down with him watching her. “What? No.”

  Derrick was surprised that she was acting so astonished. It was plain to see that she was blushing red with embarrassment. “The routine for doing this will always be the same.”

  “I understand that, but I was wearing a dress last time.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?” Derrick asked, wondering what kind of childish game she was playing.

  Elise said nothing. She looked away from him. Her thoughts were circling around her, telling her to run and hide.

  She was also picturing him looking at her and thinking that she wasn’t pretty anymore. Her tummy muscles were still weak and sort of saggy. He would be repulsed and say something that would hurt her feelings.

  Derrick could see that she was very upset about something. Something more than the spanking that she would be receiving no matter what she said.

  “I don’t want you to see my front,” she finally admitted.

  “I already saw it.” There it was, the picture of his penis driving into her while she was on her back with her legs wide open popped into his mind. Derrick looked away from her. Now wasn’t the time to get hard. He needed to be firm but not there.

  Elise pushed her things down and did a twist, so she was sitting on the bed. It had only taken a couple of seconds.

  Derrick rolled his eyes while she tugged her jeans and panties away from her feet. She was so childish. Why hadn’t he noticed that last year?

  Had she acted like an adult because he’d treated her like one? Not likely. “Over my knees,” he told her.

  Elise sighed and went over his knees.

  Derrick waited for her to settle over him. He took a deep breath. Today was going to be difficult. He needed sex, and he wasn’t going to get it.

  He laid his hand over her hind cheeks. They were nice and warm. “You know how hard I work at the office. You’ve seen me there. When I get home, I expect a warm meal on the table and to eat in a clean environment.”

  He raised his arm and swung like he had at the end of her last spanking. His hand was slightly cupped, so his entire hand was being used to punish her.

  Elise noticed the difference straightaway. This was already hurting.

  “Oh.” She dug her fingers into his legs, looking for something to hold on to.

  Derrick was feeling a lot better about his spanking skills. He spanked on and on, asking her if she thought it was right for him to have to cook when he came home.

  “I guess not.”

  “You guess not? I’ll spank you until you’re sure I’m right.”

  Elise was really feeling this today. This was so much worse than the last time. Her shoulders twitched together with each smack and several ‘ohs’ had escaped her mouth.

  Derrick was feeling very pleased with himself. He’d whip his little Elise into shape. Before long, she would be an excellent wife.

  Elise lifted her upper body up, which made her lower body press into his legs. That felt so good that she let her upper body dropped down too.

  This couldn’t be turning her on.

  Every fiber of her body told her to push her clitoris into his leg and rub. She hung her head and whimpered in heat and pain.

  Derrick smacked harder. He was finally getting through to her.

  Her backside was turning from pink to a deep red. She had to be feeling the burn.

  Elise was, indeed, feeling it. It was slowly changing from a good burn to an unbearable one. “Oh,
please stop.”

  “Soon, Elise. You have to deal with the pain for a while yet.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to be certain that you learned your lesson,” he told her.

  Elise grabbed onto his ankle with her right hand. Every spank felt like it was the one too many. She thought she couldn’t bear another one, but then he gave her another one, and she survived it.

  “Please, stop, Derrick,” she begged.

  Derrick smacked even harder. “I told you to call me sir. I see you’re nowhere close to having learned your lesson.”

  Elise tried to twist away from him. Tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t hold them back anymore. She should have tried harder to make him something to eat.

  Derrick was alternating cheeks. There was heat coming from her and heat coming from his hand. He took a moment to give his hand a shake, so it would cool down before he slapped it across her backside again.

  “How much longer?”

  “As long as I feel you need.”

  “But I don’t need anymore. I’ll go cook something right now.”

  “Yes, you will – once you’re finished in here, but you aren’t finished yet.”

  “Approximately how many? Ten?” she asked. Ten seemed like a lot, but she didn’t want to choose a number that was too low either.

  Derrick was shocked that she was trying to annoy him. “More like twenty-five.” He resumed hitting her.

  “That many?” she asked.

  “Would you prefer thirty more?”

  “No, sir.” Elise sniffled and covered her face with her hands.

  Derrick wasn’t sure if he should be mad or not. The most important thing was that she learned to take responsibility. To be on the safe side that this lesson would indeed be learned, he started to aim a little lower. The last twenty would all land on her sweet spot, even if that meant she couldn’t sit comfortably. She didn’t need to sit when she had chores to do.

  Elise shrieked out and started to kick with her feet. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.”

  Derrick gave her the final spank and said, “Good.” He moved her, so she was sitting next to him again.

  Elise arched her back and raised her bottom off the bed. Derrick got a front seat view of the area she’d been trying so hard to hide before.

  He wanted her, but he knew he couldn’t have her. “I’m going to take a shower, have my supper ready and on the table when I’m finished.”

  He got up, heading to the bathroom before she could see that he was raging hard for her. Her body pushing upwards like that was probably something that he would never forget. He undressed and stepped into the shower, turning the water as cold as it would go.

  Still, his penis was hard and standing away from his body. His hand wrapped around it and his hips started to rock. He closed his eyes and thought about Elise’s red ass, he thought about sucking on her breasts, and how beautiful she’d looked when her legs had been spread open for him. Then he saw her arching her body up towards him, and he came.

  He needed this waiting period to be over with. It was time for them to be lovers again. They needed a level where they could meet and see each other in a positive light.

  They had been good at exchanging pleasure with one another.

  Elise had a terrible time getting back into her clothes. They were too tight now that she was sore and swollen.

  She went into the kitchen and looked through the cupboards. She had no idea what to make him,but she was hungry too.

  Luckily, she found a frozen meal in the freezer. She read the directions, dumped the contents into a frying pan, and turned on the stove.

  While the meal cooked, she set the table for him, hoping he would be pleased with her.

  She wanted to get into the shower too. She had so much sexual tension in her that she needed to rub herself. Her body felt like it was on high alert, but she couldn’t take care of her needs right now.

  “What’s that smell?” Derrick called out to her when he stepped out of the bathroom. He came into the kitchen and looked in the frying pan. The food was starting to burn on. He grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir with his right hand. With his left hand he turned the heat down.

  Watching him work at the stove with only a towel covering him, made Elise wanted to rub herself all the more.

  “Are you watching how I’m doing this?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.” Elise was watching him closely, taking in every part of him.

  That answer came quickly, which pleased Derrick very much. She was learning. “I’ll tell you now. The faster you learn how to cook the faster you can go a day without being over my knees.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Take over here while I get dressed.” Derrick went to his room and put on a jogging outfit. He looked like he was about to go to the gym. Maybe he should go running before bed, so he could burn off more steam.

  He’d seen her admiring his body, and his body wanted to react, but he forced those feelings away.

  They had to wait at least another month, but then they would make love with each other. He was glad to see that she was still interested in him.

  Chapter 23 – An Expensive Meal

  As soon as Derrick left the house the next day, Elise grabbed her cell phone and looked up cooking lessons. She wanted to make something that would impress him and save her aching backside.

  The spanking last night hadn’t compared to the one on their wedding day. She wanted to avoid them now.

  Elise looked through his cupboards and saw that he didn’t have any of the ingredients she needed. She made a list and put Patrick into his baby carriage. That he liked. Patrick looked around and didn’t complain.

  They went to the store and found what Elise needed. Because she had to search for everything it took all morning to go shopping.

  The few things Elise bought cost her forty-six dollars. There was no way they could live on a hundred dollars a week.

  She went and fed Patrick. He was starved after the long morning out. She changed him and put him to bed exactly like Derrick always did.

  Still, Patrick didn’t fall asleep.

  “Why do you do it for him and not for me?” she asked Patrick, feeling a little offended.

  She picked Patrick up and walked around with him until he fell asleep. She was very careful when she laid him back into bed and backed away from him, careful not to make a peep or even to breathe too loudly.

  Elise knew that Derrick wanted her to clean. She looked around for something to do.

  Why did he live in such a small apartment?

  At least it meant less for her to clean.

  Because the Internet had helped her with her meal planning she got out her cell phone and went into the bathroom to clean it. She found a tutorial.

  Her bathroom at home got cleaned every day, and her room was vacuumed daily too.

  Elise watched a couple of videos and realized that she needed to buy cleaning products tomorrow.

  She wanted to go green and buy vinegar cleaners and work with lemons. After all, they had a precious baby living with them.

  She made a list and went to work cleaning the bathroom with the cleaner Derrick had under the bathroom sink.

  It took all afternoon.

  Elise wanted to take a break, but she knew Derrick would be home soon.

  First she peeled the potatoes she bought. Then she found a pot and let water run into it.

  “I’m cooking now, Patty,” she said aloud.

  As if he understood her, Patrick started to cry.

  Elise had to let him cry for a heart-pounding moment while she turned on the stove and put the pot on it. Then she picked up Patrick, hoping he would eat quickly. He didn’t. Patrick could drink all day and on most days he did.

  Elise slipped her little finger into the side of Patrick’s mouth, hoping he would give up her nipple and be a good sport about everything.

  He didn’t. His gums clamped down on her nipple, biting her.

>   “Ouch, Patty. Why would you do that?” Tears built in her eyes, and she laid her screaming child in his bed.

  She’d scared him when she called out in pain, but she could hear the water from the potatoes cooking over the sides of the pot. She turned off the stove and tried to clean the burnt starchy water from the stovetop.

  It stunk so bad that she felt she had to open the windows, but she didn’t dare because of Patrick’s screams.

  She scrubbed, using her newly acquired knowledge from cleaning the bathroom, until the stove was clean.

  Patrick was screaming like he thought he would never see her again.

  “I’m right here, Patty. I only have to chop the vegetables and heat the pan for the meat.”

  She started the video on her cell and watched a man in a clean white uniform chopping vegetables in a matter of seconds.

  Her jaw dropped. Then with new determination, she tried to copy what he was doing. In the meantime the frying pan was hot.

  She put the steaks in the pan and hot oil spattered all over the kitchen and on Elise’s arms, burning her.

  She turned down the temperature and washed her face and arms. Then she had to go back to the vegetables.

  She was scared of the knife, and it didn’t take long for her to cut herself.

  Still, she kept going, telling herself the cut wasn’t that deep. She flipped the meat and ran into the living room to stroke Patrick’s face. “Believe me, baby, you’re safer in here.

  Elise found herself running around cooking, trying to calm down Patty and setting the table all at once.

  Elise tipped the hot water away from the potatoes, and the hot steam hurt her already oil burnt arms.

  She put the frying pan in the oven at the temperature it said on the video, stirred the vegetables and went to pick Patrick up.

  She stank of oil, sweat, and the cheap bathroom cleaner she’d found in Derricks bathroom.

  Then she noticed another smell. Something was burning again. Elise went back into the kitchen and saw that the handle of the frying pan was melting in the oven.