A Spanking Good New Year: Short Story Collection

by Rayanna Jamison

  She knew better than to expect some big epiphany from that one experience, that wasn’t the way his brain worked. All she could do at this point was pray that it had created a crack in his armor that she could slowly chip away at. Smiling wickedly, she climbed back under the covers, and snuggled in next to her sleeping hubby, pressing her bottom against his morning wood, enjoying the feeling of his cool skin against her own heated flesh.

  She was rewarded for her efforts when he wrapped her in his arms pulling her closer. “Good morning, my beautiful bride.”

  Wanting to keep the events of last night fresh in his mind, she wiggled her bottom against him.

  “Mmm.” He sighed happily. “You’re warm.” His arm moved upwards, squeezing the flesh of her breast and she winced, knowing what was coming.

  “No, wait, only your bottom is warm.” In a flash, he was on his knees on the bed, throwing the covers off both of them.

  Not wanting him to see the reality of a spanked bottom, she rolled onto her back, and smiled, winding her arms around his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss to distract him.

  It didn’t work. He was bigger and stronger, and hell bent on solving the mystery of the heated bottom. He lifted her off the bed with one arm, and flipped her over like a rag doll. For an academic type, her husband had been a jock in high school, and was surprisingly limber and quite muscular.

  Aurelia winced inwardly, she could only imagine what her bottom looked like, if how it felt was any indication. Waiting, she listened for her husband’s reaction with bated breath. If there was any noticeable bruising, she was going to be right back where she started with a fight on her hands.

  “It’s still red.” His voice was weary, but also carried a hint of awe. “There’s a teeny tiny bruise right in the center. Does it hurt a lot?”

  Aurelia inwardly breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Not a lot, no. It’s pleasantly sore, until I have to sit, and then it reminds me that I want to behave. Especially,” she teased hopefully, “if I now have a husband who spanks as well. Do I?”

  She giggled as he flipped her back onto her back, basically throwing her against the bed in the process, and leaned down over her, covering her body with his.

  “I can’t answer that yet,” he told her honestly, looking slightly afraid of disappointing her. “I’m less opposed to the idea today than I was yesterday. But I have questions, and need time to process. It’s hard for me to change my mind without having facts and figures and research to study.”

  “We could make own research, you know? A trial run?” Ria was aware that she might sound slightly desperate, holding onto any sliver of hope that last night would not end up being a fluke performance, but Troy looked intrigued by the idea.

  “Our own research,” he mused thoughtfully, leaning back on his haunches, and scratching his chin. “What do you have in mind, exactly?”

  She had nothing in mind. Research was Troy’s forte, not hers. She had to think fast. “There’s loads of research that could be done on the subject. We’d need, um, a hypothesis first, and then we can make a plan on how to best prove or disprove it. Isn’t that how scientists do it?”

  “Woman,” he growled, falling onto the bed beside her. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

  “Oh, you like that, do you?” She batted her eyelashes at him, pasting on her best sweet and innocent face.

  “You know it gets me all hot and bothered when a beautiful woman talks science with me.”

  “Oh, well then, let me contin—” She shrieked playfully as he cut her off with a kiss that had her losing all her train of thought on the matter.

  “Troy! Stop! I’m trying to formulate a plan here. Let’s see, there are so many different experiments we can conduct on the subject, so much untapped and undocumented research.”

  In a minute, he was back on top of her, straddling her hips with his muscular thighs as he pinned her wrists above her head.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, even as he kissed her. “We can talk science later. Right now, I’m more interested in chemistry.”

  When she woke up for the second time that morning, she found a steaming hot cup of coffee on the nightstand beside her, and her husband lying on the bed, fully dressed, with his glasses sliding down his nose, and his face buried in a book. Occasionally he would hum to himself and make a note on the small yellow memo pad in his lap.

  She rolled over, and snuggled against him, laying her head on his chest, as she peered groggily at the words on the page. “What are you reading?”

  He grunted. “It’s that book Bishop Miller gives to all men when they marry their first wife, the one on domestic discipline. It comes with a note inside about how he offers domestic discipline counseling sessions for couples.”

  “Oh. The elder Bishop Miller, or Lucas?” They had gotten married during a time of transitional overlap in the church. Lucas had been active as bishop, but the senior Bishop Miller hadn’t retired yet.

  “Senior.” Troy closed the book and turned to her. “Do you remember last Valentine’s Day? We went to Valeria and Lucas was there with Rosa and Carolyn?”

  Her eyes widened and she blushed at the memory. She had been utterly awful that day – loud, rude, and obnoxious. She had called Carolyn awful names and acted generally terrible. “Yes, I remember. Not one of my best moments.”

  Her husband peered at her over his glasses, and gave a short grunt of agreement. “I went to see Lucas the next day, and he told me you were begging to be taken in hand. I scoffed at him and basically called him abusive, but he insisted that you wanted it and to ask you. I’m sorry I didn’t listen, Ria. Please forgive me for being so obtuse.”

  “Of course, Troy. I know this is hard for you; I appreciate that you’re willing to try.”

  “Speaking of which, I’ve called Lucas and asked to speak with him today. We’re meeting him at the church in an hour. You’d best be ready on time.” With that, he shifted her off of him, and stood, leaving her gaping at him open mouthed from her spot on the bed.

  “We’re meeting Lucas? Today? For what?”

  “To talk. I will brief him on the events of the past twenty-four hours, and ask for advice on the direction to proceed from here. Sort of a pre-counseling counseling session, if you will.”

  “Um… Don’t you think we should wait until after we talk more? Maybe even till after we conduct our experiment? You might be jumping the gun on this one, babe.”

  He frowned, considering. “No. I don’t think so. I have a lot of questions, and Lucas might have answers. We will speak to him first, and then discuss the outline of our experiment, and come up with a hypothesis tonight. Get ready, Aurelia. If you’re not ready by ten till, you’ll be going with a hot bottom.”

  She didn’t think she could have been more shocked than she already was, but Troy was full of surprises. She bounced out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. “Okay, okay! Sheesh!”

  Aurelia had the misfortune of being one of those girls who took extremely long showers and had an even longer routine for her hair and makeup – both things that had to be rushed in light of her husband’s decree. For a reluctant HOH, he sure had caught on quickly, and she wondered idly if she should have counted her blessings and left well enough alone.

  She slammed on some powder, blush, and mascara, and sighed heavily. Whatever she should have done, it was too late to go back now. By the time she ran downstairs at eleven till, Troy was waiting at the door, staring at his watch.

  He smiled slightly as she arrived breathlessly at his side, and grabbed her coat from the rack by the door. “Just in time. I have to say, dear, I definitely see the benefits. Maybe they will outweigh the downfalls after all.”

  As soon as he walked through the door to Luke’s office, his tune had changed drastically.

  Luke greeted them both warmly, never one to hold a grudge, and waited for them to sit, before sitting himself. “Aurelia, Troy. Good to see you both. I trust you had a good Christmas.”

  They nodded cu
rtly, their eyes meeting with a knowing smile as they remembered the events of the day.

  Lucas didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just knew better than to comment. It was weird to think of him as the bishop – to see them all as adults, and to think that he could counsel them on something so personal and intimate. But Luke was a good man, and someone she knew Troy had great respect and regard for. Whatever awkwardness existed in her mind, she was going to have to get over it.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Lucas asked, leaning back in his chair, with a smile, and sipping from a glass of water on his desk.

  “I spanked my wife last night!” Troy blurted out with no warning, sounding more like a bragging randy teen than the educated man that he was.

  Aurelia’s hand flew to cover her mortified face, and Luke gasped as he nearly choked on the water he had been drinking.

  After staring at them both for what seemed like forever, he recovered “Okay. Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I know there are some strong feelings on the subject from you, Troy, but what I want to know right now, is how Aurelia feels about it.”

  Groaning at having been put on the spot already, she slowly lowered her hand, peering at Lucas over her fingertips. “I feel good. It was experimental mostly – and on top of a spanking I had already received from my father – but it’s something I have always wished for within my marriage.”

  The look on their friend’s face was priceless. She could literally see the struggle as he tried not to gloat. Luke had always been perceptive to a fault.

  “Okay. So, Aurelia, is it safe to say this is something you would like to see continue in your marriage?”

  She nodded, still blushing furiously, and Troy took her hand in his, looking like he needed the comfort as much as she did.

  “And Troy? How do you feel about all of it? About last night, and about realizing that this is something Aurelia wants and needs?”

  She watched as he cleared his throat, and fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt, a sure sign that he was uncomfortable. She didn’t feel too bad for him. This had, after all, been his idea.

  “It wasn’t as bad as I had previously assumed. There was something rather cathartic about it for both of us, I hope. I’m realizing, albeit belatedly, that my father’s relationship with my mothers may not have been an accurate portrayal of the lifestyle as a whole.”

  Bless his heart, Luke only nodded, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly, the only hint that he considered that to be the understatement of the year. He nodded for Troy to continue.

  “As for continuing it in our marriage, I’m still skeptical. Aurelia is a very good wife to me, and I don’t want to change her spirit. I want a partner, not a robot.” He had the grace to look chagrined as he realized how that might sound to someone who practiced the lifestyle themselves. “Sorry, I think that’s just my own fears and experiences coming into play. Anyway, the point is, I’m only interested in improving our marriage, and quality of life for both of us, not just for myself.”

  “Very good. Troy, that kind of attitude is what gives you the potential to be a good and fair HOH to Aurelia. Coming here, and seeking help in something that is difficult for you is good too. So rest assured my friend, you’re already doing an excellent job as acting as a leader in your home, with or without domestic discipline.”

  Troy sat up a little straighter at the praise and Ria sent Lucas silent messages of thanks with her eyes.

  “Really? I… Okay, then. Thank you.” He nodded decisively before continuing. “Ria and I have decided to move forward in the lifestyle on a trial basis. We are using the materials available to us, and we will be conducting it as an experiment of sorts. We will talk tonight, and create a list of goals and concerns, and work up a hypothesis and discuss the proper way to conduct our research. We were thinking a month would be a suitable duration. What do you think?”

  She could see Lucas struggling not to laugh as he stroked his chin thoughtfully – and she thought he might be doing it just to hide the fact that he was indeed chuckling a little. She loved Troy’s brain and his formal way of speaking, but she realized how silly it might sound to someone so well versed in the lifestyle and all its components.

  “I think that you should do whatever feels right to you, and that a trial run is always a good idea. A lot of couples who struggle with the idea embrace the idea of a trial run. I’ve never had anyone come at it in quite this way, but I honestly expected nothing less from the two of you. I think a month is a good starting point. In any DD relationship, it’s good to occasionally sit back and reevaluate how things are going from time to time. Discuss what is working and what isn’t and make sure that everyone is on board and feeling heard and valued. It sounds like you two have this well under control, and that you are on the same page with where to go from here. So, I have to ask, what do you need me for?”

  “I know I’m a little late to the game, but I’d like to start the domestic discipline counseling you offer to newly married couples. And I have questions that I’d like to address before Aurelia and I talk tonight, a lot of questions.” He let go of her hand, and reached in his pocket, extracting a neatly folded sheet of yellow paper. “I did some reading this morning, and made a list of things to discuss.”

  That was the last straw. Aurelia looked at Luke and rolled her eyes, and they both dissolved into laughter.

  “Of course you did,” they said simultaneously.

  Chapter 3

  They sat silently staring at each other cross the dinner table. The dishes had been cleared and the only things that sat between them were the list of questions, with notes on each answer Luke had given, a fresh legal pad, and that darn book. Troy had a pencil tucked behind his ear, as he gazed expectantly at his wife.

  “Well?”

  “Well, what? You’re the one who wanted to treat it like a science experiment!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

  “Actually, my dear, that was you, all you. I just agreed to go along for the ride.”

  Memories of this morning’s bedroom antics rushed into her mind and she scowled. “Darn it, you’re right.”

  “I often am,” he teased with a wink. “And you’d do best not to forget it. Because you know what happens to forgetful little wives, don’t you?” He felt a thousand times lighter since their meeting with Lucas, and was able to joke, trying to break up the tension in the room.

  With an exaggerated sigh, she pushed the tablet across the table to him. “Fine, we’ll start. But you write.”

  “And you hypothesize. We are clearly more in your element here than mine.”

  “You want me to come up with a hypothesis?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, fine,” she huffed, putting on her best snooty librarian façade. “I predict that employing regular agreed-upon rules and consistent punishments for breaking said rules within our marriage will bring us closer together as a couple, and strengthen our household dynamic as a whole.”

  Troy frowned. “That’s pretty generic. Can you be more specific?”

  “I don’t think so. I think that’s going to have to work.”

  “Fine. And how do you suggest we catalogue the results of said experiment on a regular basis?” He was beginning to see that this was going to be more difficult than he thought. Maybe there were some things that couldn’t be tackled with science.

  “Well, I guess we need to discuss expectations. Lucas said to make as many as we are comfortable with, more than we might stick to in the end, because if we are giving our experiment a month, we have to have ample opportunity to collect data.”

  “Right. Let’s make a set number of rules. Maybe ten, and if that’s too many we can dial it back later.”

  He didn’t miss the apprehensive look on his wife’s face at the thought of having so many rules to follow on a daily basis, but she nodded her agreement. “He also said that it would be good for us to record our feelings on a regular basis, especially after discipline, so we have something to read
later when we go to make a final decision.”

  “And that I might want to consider employing non-spanking discipline, such as corner time or writing lines, and soap.” It was hard for Troy to hide his distaste at the last idea and Aurelia laughed at him.

  “I’m okay with it. And don’t worry, honey, I promise to do nothing that would require soap to be an option. My father cured me of the urge to cuss long ago. And I don’t think respect is going to be a major issue between us either.”

  “Fair enough. So we will keep it on the table, and pray that it doesn’t come to that.”

  “Lucas said that employing alternate punishments was a good idea, sometimes as an addition to a spanking or sometimes as an alternative,” she reminded him gently. “Like if you work late, and you’re tired, or ill, or if we are busy and have something going on that makes a proper spanking not a good option. We have busy lives, Troy. It’s bound to happen.”

  “You’re right, I know you’re right. I just, I can see the physical aspect of spanking as something that can strengthen intimacy even as it serves as a deterrent for bad behavior. I’m just not sure that forcing my wife to stand in the corner like a child or write lines like an errant school boy will be as effective or beneficial. I don’t want our overall dynamic to change, and I certainly don’t want you to resent me.”

  Aurelia quickly stood, and came to sit in the chair beside him, leaning forward to lay her hand on his thigh. “Troy, I won’t. It’s like Lucas said, you’re a good husband, and a fair and understanding man. Just the fact that you care so deeply about how I feel, to worry so much about it, is proof positive to me that you will go out of your way to make sure this is the right decision for us. If you weren’t the kind of man you are, I wouldn’t want to do this with you. But trust me when I say that I have no qualms.”