Of course Connie handled it the entirely wrong way. Instead of talking to him and expressing her concerns she accidentally on purpose forgot to wash his work clothes. Three days in a row. Which resulted in a very long and painful Friday night the fourth week, made worse by the fact that they were supposed to go out with Bobby and Darcy but Nate called them while she was standing in the corner still sniffling and informed them that Connie had behaved like a child and was being punished so they couldn’t go out. Which made Connie start sobbing again from the sheer embarrassment of Nate telling them and the guilt for ruining everyone’s evening. She didn’t really care that Bobby and Darcy knew she’d been spanked, the couples had started spending a lot of time together and knew she received weekly maintenance like Darcy. It was the fact that they knew about her bad behavior, because Nate recounted it in detail, that added a layer of humiliation on top of everything else.
After her corner time that night Connie readily admitted that she’d been breaking the rules on purpose to get a punishment because Nate hadn’t spanked her hard enough last time. Which of course Nate had suspected all along. He apologized and promised to put more effort into it. He also informed her that he was going to be more strict about enforcing the rules, punishing her immediately for any infraction, no matter what they were doing. He didn’t want to let bad behavior slide, even for a few days, because it made him angry and her act worse. Unless she had a damn good excuse he would handle her punishment immediately.
Connie improved again after that, and so did Nate’s maintenance sessions. He managed to get through her stubborn exterior each time, bringing her the release she needed. She always knew, without a doubt, that he loved her more than anything in the world, and that he wouldn’t stand for any of her shit.
Connie graduated and luckily found a full time job, and things between them were going so well that they even set a date for their wedding and started making plans. Connie invited Gina and Darcy to be bridesmaids and Nate asked his best friend from high school Derek, and of course his brother Bobby, to be groomsmen.
They’d decided to have the wedding that fall, which left only a few short months to make arrangements, but after waiting several years to finally set the date they didn’t want to postpone it any longer.
On a warm August Saturday the girls gathered at Darcy and Bobby’s house to make favors for the bridal shower being held the next day. Connie and Nate had kept the guest list small so there weren’t too many to assemble, but Connie had chosen to give glass jars filled with the dry ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. They printed the recipe on a label for the outside of the jar and put pretty ribbons and a bow on top. She figured since they only had to make thirty or so it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Big mistake. Darcy’s kitchen was a disaster an hour in, and only got worse from there. Flour and sugar coated every imaginable surface. No one had thought to buy funnels so they were improvising with rolled up pieces paper, that didn’t work so well. They’d had to run to the convenience store on the corner twice for more brown sugar and then flour because Connie had miscalculated the quantities, and they’d spilled so much. And of course the small store didn’t sell funnels.
All three were on the edge of a breakdown and covered with baking supplies when the men crunched in three hours later to find them still not done.
“How’s it going?” Nate asked, cautious after viewing the destruction in front of him. The counter to the left held about twenty completed jars, with neat layers of ingredients visible through the clear glass.
That was the only spot in the large kitchen not covered in white powder or measuring spoons and bowls. Gina looked ready to kill someone and Darcy appeared on the verge of tears slumped on a barstool in the corner. Only Connie seemed calm. She was the only one still working at the kitchen island, and he wondered if the other two had given up. Nate watched her measure out two cups of flour into a small bowl. Then she made a paper funnel and set it in the neck of the jar she was filling. Then she scooped the flour a tablespoon at a time into the funnel and gingerly shook it into the jar, trying to make sure it was evenly distributed.
“Good,” Connie replied brightly, prompting a groan from a Darcy and a withering glare from Gina.
“We thought you’d be done by now,” Bobby said after Nate gave him a helpless glance. The afternoon had obviously not gone well from the tension hovering thick in the air.
Connie’s happy façade began to crack. “We would have been if people could follow directions,” she snapped. Darcy gasped and Bobby turned and gave Nate a look that clearly meant he needed to get Connie under control. He opened his mouth to speak but Gina beat him to the punch.
“If we could follow directions?” she sputtered, incensed at the suggestion that they couldn’t. “If you weren’t so hell bent on perfection we would have been done an hour ago!” Her voice increased in volume with each word until she was yelling. “But no, we ended up throwing out as much as we made, and you sent me to the store looking like a cooking show reject twice, just because the layers got a little mixed up.” Gina was irate, gesturing wildly to punctuate her words, and Nate could tell Bobby and Derek were desperately trying not to laugh. “It’s all going to go into a fucking bowl and get stirred together anyways!”
Nate watched as Connie’s lid blew off and swore he could see steam coming out of her ears. “It has to be perfect!” she screamed, out of control and taking her stress and frustration out on her friend. “The layers cannot be messed up or it won’t look right. But I shouldn’t expect someone who’s ignorant of the finer things to possibly understand.”
The dig aimed at Gina’s trailer park childhood made a direct hit. The poor woman’s face crumpled before she steeled herself and turned it into fury. She tore off her apron and stormed to the door, but paused before leaving to face her supposed friend. “You know Connie, it really seemed like you had turned over a new leaf lately and become a nicer person.” Her words carried no inflection but she practically vibrated with rage. “But I guess deep down you’re still the bitch you always were.” Then she turned and walked out.
Connie’s hands froze for a second but other than that Nate didn’t see any outward sign of a reaction to Gina’s harsh words. He suddenly realized he wasn’t the only one who’d been on the receiving end of Connie’s nastiness. He also knew he had to nip this behavior in the bud before she slid back into her old ways. They’d made too much progress, he couldn’t allow that to happen.
Darcy made a move towards the assembly area to help Connie finish, or maybe to deck her, though that seemed unlikely given Darcy’s sweet personality, but Bobby intercepted her. “Nope, you’re done sweetie. Let’s go get you in the shower.” He grabbed her shoulders and steered her towards the stairs. She barely protested. Actually she looked relieved at being rescued Nate thought. Bobby glared at Nate over her head when they passed by, “I think Nate can help Connie now.”
“Yeah, I’m going to go too,” Derek said. The poor guy looked just as pissed as Nate felt, but before he could wonder why his friend slipped out the door.
They were alone, though Connie didn’t acknowledge him at all. Hadn’t said good-bye to anyone or thanked Darcy for her help. She just kept filling her jar. Nate added her rudeness to the list.
“Connie, you need to stop that and come with me,” he said, purposely using the ‘I mean business’ tone, though it didn’t do a bit of good.
“Nate, I’m busy,” she said, continuing to work and ignoring his command.
“Connie, I’m only going to say this one more time before I really get angry.” Nate paused until she looked up at him. “Stop what you are doing and come with me. We will finish your project after we have a discussion.”
She knew what he meant immediately and looked frantically around. “Not here Nate, we can’t have a discussion here.”
“We most certainly can. Why do you think Bobby took Darcy upstairs?” Nate walked across the room and opened the basement door, holding it op
en for her. “Now let’s go.”
She still didn’t move, now more from panic than from obstinacies it appeared. Nate gave up waiting for her, instead moving forward and grabbing her hand. If she wouldn’t come on her own he’d help her. She moved her feet when he started walking back towards the door, but let her thoughts on the matter fly too.
“Nate I really don’t think this is a good idea. What if they hear?” she whined, yanking on her hand.
Nate hauled her through the room pocketing several items off the counter when he walked by. Connie was too busy worrying to notice.
“They won’t hear, they’re upstairs in the bathroom.”
“But can’t this wait until we get home? I need to finish the jars.” She turned to pleading next, but it wouldn’t work. He needed to deal with this now and there was no changing his mind.
“We’ll finish the jars after we’re done in the basement. No more excuses, Constance. Since you’re not saying you don’t deserve it you clearly know what we need to discuss.” He looked back at her and she quickly averted her eyes and turned a deep red. Yep, she knew what she did wrong.
He flicked on the lights at the top of the basement stairs and pulled her down behind him. She didn’t shut the door behind them but Bobby and Darcy wouldn’t come down anytime soon. Darcy looked like she’d rather not see Connie for a few days at least, and Bobby wouldn’t interrupt their discussion, especially since he’d practically demanded that Nate punish Connie for her behavior. Nate couldn’t blame him at all. Connie had trashed their kitchen and pushed Darcy almost to tears. If their roles had been reversed Nate would have felt the same way.
Connie continued to rant about how he couldn’t do this to her and it wasn’t fair to embarrass her all the way down the stairs, and Nate ignored it all. She would soon find out the truth of what he could and could not do. Maybe the added humiliation of someone else potentially hearing her punishment would deter Connie from acting like a raging bitch in the future.
Bobby’s basement was finished and set up as a combination man cave and family room. A bar ran the length of the back wall complete with a fully stocked shelves and mirror behind. A large sectional sofa faced a huge wall mounted flat screen television along the front. Nate ignored the comfy couch and headed straight to where an extra chair from their dining room set sat along the wall. He’d always assumed they kept it down here because there was no room in the dining room. Until Bobby had informed him that was only part of the reason. The rest was that is here for the exact same purpose Nate was about to use it for. It was the perfect chair to administer a spanking in. He could sit comfortably with his feet on the floor and Connie would lay across his lap, head and legs both dangling.
Nate pulled the chair out from the wall to the middle of the space between the bar and the back of the couch and sat down. He dragged Connie down over his knees and secured her with his right leg over hers and his left hand holding both of hers at the small of her back. She struggled and twisted and tried to get away, but soon enough figured out that he had her.
“What the fuck, Nate? You cannot do this!” she screeched at him
“Do what Connie?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Spank me in your brother’s basement.” Her tone left no doubt she was furious. Well, so was he.
“I certainly can Connie. You were acting like a complete bitch up there to two people who are your friends and were trying to help you. Then you turned that attitude on me, which you know isn’t allowed. So I am absolutely going to spank you right now, and it will be a spanking you won’t soon forget.”
She calmed down from her hissy fit enough to actually listen to him, to hear the anger in his words. She stilled and when she spoke again it was at a far lower volume and much more respectful tone. “Please Nate, not here.”
“Begging won’t work Connie. You know we deal with problems immediately and your behavior today is a huge problem,” he paused, “besides it’s not like Bobby and Darcy don’t know how we handle situations like this.”
“But they’ll hear!”
“If you’re so worried about that you should have shut the door behind you when we came down here. Better yet you shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation in the first place.”
“Please Nate, please, let’s just go home…”
“No Connie.” He cut her off firmly and with a swift smack to her bottom to make his point. “This happens now.” Before she could protest further he started spanking her. Firm smacks on alternating sides at a steady pace to keep her from catching her breath in between. She still had jeans and panties on so he began with more force than he normally would, letting her know he was serious.
“Walking into my brother’s kitchen to find you in the middle of a giant mess, with Darcy almost in tears and Gina ready to murder you was unacceptable.” He raised his voice so his lecture could be heard over the thuds of his hand making contact with her denim covered backside. He didn’t care if his brother and Darcy heard. Actually, he half wanted them to so they would know Connie was being thoroughly punished for her atrocious behavior. “I was so fucking embarrassed to have my brother and my best friend see my future wife acting like a maniac that I almost turned around and left.”
He kept alternating sides, covering every inch of her backside. He was going to make sure she was uncomfortable for at least a few days after this. Connie struggled for the first minute before accepting her fate and, if the whimpers were any indication, listening to the lecture. Nate certainly wasn’t spanking her hard enough to make her cry. Yet.
“I had no idea that you treated your friends the same way you used to treat me, but I heard what Gina said.” Nate continued, all the while roasting her behind. “She said she thought you’d improved over the past few weeks until today. How does it make you feel to know that your best friend thought you were a bratty bitch?”
Connie didn’t answer, just gave a small sniffle that didn’t really sound very sorry or remorseful. Nate decided it was to time to step it up a notch.
“Stand up and drop your pants and underwear,” he ordered, pulling her up and setting her on her feet in front of him.
“I can’t take my pants down here!” she pleaded with him, her eyes brimmed with tears but none fell. She was more worried about their lack of privacy than her actual punishment. Nate was about to change that.
“Connie stop arguing with me or this will be even worse for you.” Nate took that moment to pull the two items he’d grabbed upstairs out of his coat pocket. “You acted like a brat, you embarrassed yourself and me in front of our friends and family and now you’re refusing to accept your punishment. Honestly I think you’ll be lucky if Darcy or Gina even want to be in the wedding after today, let alone help you out with anything else.” Connie gasped in shock, as if the idea she could have lost her bridesmaids never occurred to her. “Now take down your pants and get back over my knees.”
Nate gave her a hard stare until she finally undid the button, pulled down her zipper, and yanked her jeans and panties to her knees. Then she shuffled over and spread herself across his lap. Nate secured her arms and legs again, knowing she would struggle once he started, and grabbed the wooden spoon from where he’d stuck it underneath his leg.
“Connie, this is punishment, it isn’t for fun or play. This is going to hurt.” She whimpered again but didn’t say anything, didn’t object. “I love you and I’m doing this because I love you so much that I want you to be a better person. You were not a nice person today, were you Connie?”
This time he got a muffled “No” in response.
“No you weren’t and now you’re going to be punished for you nasty attitude towards your friends and for embarrassing me.”
And then Nate started. He brought the spoon down hard on her already pink cheeks. Even after the warm up he knew it had to sting like hell. The loud yelp she gave was his first clue. The bright red oval it left was his second. He lightened up slightly, not wanting to have to end her
punishment too soon. Even after he lowered his force, her ass quickly became a bright red and her initial yelp had turned into pleading with him to stop. Once both round globes were an almost even color he moved down to the crease between her ass and her thighs, peppering her with quick blows that made her fight to get away. But Nate held on. He needed to get through to her, needed to make sure she understood she couldn’t act like a bossy diva and get away with it. Hearing Gina’s comment really had been a shock to him. He had no idea she treated her friends as poorly as she treated him. He’d always assumed they got the nice and sweet Connie while the thoughtless and mean version came home to him.
After two more strokes with the spoon, right on the center of her cheeks, he stopped. She was crying for real now, but he needed to see where her head was at.
“Tell me why you’re being punished Connie.” His voice was quiet but demanding.
“Because I was bossy and mean to my friends when they were only trying to help me,” she sobbed.
“Right. And why else?” he pushed.
“I made a mess of Darcy’s kitchen and I embarrassed you in front of your friends.” She was totally slack now, lying like a wet noodle over his knees. Nate thought he’d gotten through to her. He certainly should have judging from her crimson behind.
“And how do you feel now?”
“I feel awful that I ruined what should have been a fun day. And that there’s a giant mess that needs to be cleaned up. And that you were mad at me.”She’d stopped sobbing and sounded truly remorseful, but Nate wasn’t sure she really understood the consequences of her actions, how it made everyone around her feel. She was still focused only on how it affected her.
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