There were so many incidents with Libby putting things off that it was hard to find just one, but one incident in particular clearly stood above the others. Her son had asked her to send his application with the application fee to UCLA, where Maddox worked. As a professor there, he would be able to use his influence to help him through to acceptance into the college.
Libby had written the check, sealed the envelope and put it in the car to drop it off at the post office. Maddox still couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t just given him the envelope to drop off. Instead, Brandon had come home one night, slamming the door and stomping into the kitchen yelling, “Where is my mom?”
Maddox had stood up, walking toward him. “I don’t answer any questions shouted at me.”
Brandon had clenched his teeth, taking a deep breath, looking at the ceiling. “Maddox, do you know where my mother is?”
“Better. Yes, she’s at the grocery store. She should be home any minute. Let me get you some water. Sit down, and tell me what going on.”
Brandon had pulled out a barstool at the counter, relating that some of his friends had received acceptance letters from UCLA. He kept waiting to figure out where his was until he’d decided to call their admissions department. They’d informed him that they never received an application from him.
“It’s ruined. Now, I won’t get into UCLA. I’ll have to go somewhere else and hope I can get in.” Brandon had put his head in his hands.
“Whoa, buddy. Hold on. This game isn’t over. I’ll bring the application with me to work and get it pushed through. You or your mother should have given it to me immediately. When your mother gets home, we’ll get this taken care of.”
They had only talked for a short time about school and sports before the garage door opened and closed, Libby coming through the door to the laundry room into the kitchen, her arms full of groceries.
“Mom! Where is my application for UCLA? I just found out that I missed the deadline — because you never mailed it!” Brandon had stood up, his face turning red.
Libby had clunked the bags onto the counter, her mouth opening and closing, blinking at Brandon. “Oh, my God. I... it must be... I put it in the car and—”
“And you never mailed it, Mom! You ruined things — again!” Brandon charged through the laundry and into the garage, the door banging against the wall as he flung it aside.
Maddox had walked up to Libby, whispering in her ear. “Daddy’s going to spank this little bottom for procrastinating again.” He hooked his thumbs into her black dress pants, pulling just the back down, resting the elastic just under her bottom. Her breath had caught, and her body stiffened, he turned her sideways, so her exposed backside faced the opposite direction of the door, and swatted each cheek several times, before quickly righting her clothes again.
Turning her back around to face him, he had gripped her chin in his hand. “That’s a preview of just the first part of your spanking. Is your backside on fire?”
“Yes, Daddy. But I didn’t mean to do it. It was... a mistake.”
“Mistakes are things that happen accidentally. You knew when you brought it to the car instead of giving it to me, that there was a distinct possibility that you’d forget to bring it to the post office, correct?” Libby’s gaze had dropped to the counter, but he tilted her chin up.
Her voice shook. “Well—”
“Do you need some more swats in order to find the correct answer?”
“No, Sir.”
Brandon came through the door, brandishing the envelope, waving it like a white flag. “Guess where I found it?”
Libby hadn’t even picked her head up, so Maddox answered for both of them. “I’m sure I have no idea.”
“In the bag she uses for garbage in the car. Mom, you put it in the trash and didn’t even notice the address?”
Maddox stepped between Brandon and his mother. “Brandon, you need to speak to your mom respectfully. I know her actions make you feel like she disrespected you, but you don’t react to bad behavior with bad behavior. Be the bigger man tonight and check it over again to be sure you have everything you want in it. I can bring it to Admissions tomorrow. May I see it, please?”
Brandon thrust the envelope at Maddox, who opened it, perusing the front and back of the paperwork. “It appears that you filled everything out. As I said, check it over again, and I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
“I’m going to Matt’s house.” Brandon had reached over to grab his mother’s keys.
“Uh-uh. You don’t give orders in this house. You ask for permission until you have your own place and pay for all your bills.” Maddox held the keys up and out of Brandon’s reach. “Try again.”
Brandon narrowed his eyes at Maddox, and he’d wondered for a moment if the boy might simply explode in rage. But to his credit, Brandon reeled himself back in and addressed Maddox, politely. “May I please go to Matt’s house, and make my application?”
“No,” Libby said from behind Maddox. “I’d like—”
“Absolutely. Here are the keys.” He tossed them to Brandon, high-fiving him as he walked toward the door. “Drive safe and be home by eleven o’clock.”
He’d have more than enough time to deal with his firebrand in the meantime, the woman staring daggers at him.
“Okay, Miss Libby. Why are you glaring at me now?”
“Who the f... how do you decide to give him permission? He’s my f — he’s my kid!” She rested both hands on her hips, visibly seething.
“I commend you on filtering your sentences. The attitude, however, needs to end — or I’ll be adding to your punishment. The choice is yours. How do I proceed?”
“I... well, I don’t... okay. And I’ll say it nicely. I wanted him to stay home tonight. He has a test tomorrow, and I didn’t even get to see if he did his homework.” She had pulled her sexy, full bottom lip in between her teeth.
He’d popped it out with his finger. “He’s a senior, Libby. He just applied to college. You need to stop being a helicopter parent and let him deal with his own consequences if he isn’t prepared. Just as his mother will be dealing her own consequences shortly.” He turned her around, slapping her ass through her dress pants. “Upstairs with you. In the corner, everything off from the waist down. I’ll lock the doors and close the blinds down here and be up soon.”
Maddox had watched, shaking his head, as she climbed the stairs. In the previous two years that they had been together, she’d been spanked several times for losing bills, forgetting keys or even her purse at movie theaters. He almost felt sorry for her every time he’d increased the number of swats. But he knew that with consistency she’d learn to focus better. This time, she really could have messed up Brandon’s chance at a college — if she hadn’t happened to be dating a professor at the boy’s chosen university.
Over those two years, he had grown to love her kids. They were friendly and well behaved — for the most part. As all teens did, they had emotional outbursts and fits of stupidity, but overall, they were respectful and followed all rules given to them.
However, their mother was an entirely different story.
That night, knowing she awaited him upstairs, he had shut the last light off, checking the front door before heading up to join her. He opened the door to their room, her bottom clenching at the sound of his entrance. “Your ass looks fantastic framed by that white blouse.” Her wide hips and white (for now) pristine globes peeked out from under the hem. He loved Libby’s hair, the dark brown curls brushing the tops of her shoulders. His gaze dropped to her long, lean legs trembling just a bit, goose bumps rising on the surface of her skin. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and she clenched and unclenched them nervously.
“There are many younger asses nicer than mine.” She had moaned, shuffling her feet, no doubt embarrassed, struggling with the fact that he was fifteen years her junior, that he would be attracted to someone older. All the assurances and words he’d given her for two years had impro
ved her confidence somewhat in that regard, but it was that same lingering doubt he knew she still fought against.
“Libby,” he’d said, dragging her name out. “You know that I think you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen. It still amazes me that I get to fuck it whenever I want.”
“It makes no sense. You’re with young girls all day. I just don’t...” She’d stopped speaking, filtering her comments. It had taken some work to get her to just to that point, rather than have to listen to her list all the reasons why she thought she wasn’t good enough for him.
“I don’t want some young girl. I love you. But we’re not discussing that now.” He had walked up to her, kissing her neck, gliding his forefinger lightly from her shoulder down to the cleft between her cheeks. “Explain to me, Elizabeth, why you didn’t give me the application to bring to Admissions?”
“It just felt like I’d be taking advantage of you. I thought we should do this ourselves — and I didn’t mean to forget it in the car either, Daddy.” Her large green eyes looked at him pleadingly.
“I’m sure you didn’t do it on purpose, because you know the punishment for procrastination or losing important things. But it happened, regardless, and in spite of your intentions, you will be paddled for it. Explain to Daddy, Libby, some of the functions of a Daddy and why what you said doesn’t fit together with that definition?” He had leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, invading her personal space, keeping her a little on edge.
She’d looked up at him, then dropped her gaze to her feet. “Uhm, Daddies take care of their little girls, protecting them, keeping them safe, and making their life easier.”
He’d smiled at her, nodding. “Continue.”
“And I guess, not giving you the application made life harder — for Brandon and me. I’m sorry.” Large tears tracked down her cheeks.
He’d swiped at them with his thumbs. “And you stole my ability to be a Daddy for you. I like taking care of you, Libby Lou. And you really could have messed up Brandon’s capacity to get into the college of his choice by being obstinate. Do you see that?”
“But I’ve been doing things on my own for a lot of years now, Maddox.” A little spark of fire returned to those deep green eyes.
“Daddy!”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
He had tilted her chin up. “And just because you’ve been carrying all the burdens of those years, doesn’t negate that as your Daddy, you should have told me what was going on and given me a chance to ease the load.”
“I guess.” She had sighed loudly.
“I see that once again we disagree. That’s okay. I have a way of convincing you. And guess what? It works every single time too.” He grasped her elbow in his hand. “The problem is she is a repeat offender, my naughty little girl.”
He brought her over to the bed, where he had tossed the wooden spoon upon entering the room.
“Ohhh.” Her hands went back to cup her snowy white globes.
“You always get the spoon for not being my little girl. We’ve talked and talked, Libby. Spanking is the only thing that seems to work for you.” He sat on the bed, standing her sideways between his legs, patting her bottom. “Usually, I like you naked for a spanking, but I like this white near your buttocks. And I think I’ll like it even more when your ass is beautifully red.”
He tipped her over his left knee, draping his right leg over hers to prevent kicking, running his hand over her backside. “God, I love this ass.”
Libby moaned, burying her face in the bedspread.
“Elizabeth, we’ve discussed this before. You have a gorgeous body. I don’t care if you are twenty-four or sixty-four, you’re a beautiful woman.” Maddox wondered if the day would ever come when she’d finally be comfortable with their age difference.
“It’s just... I’m not as thin, and I looked so much better when I was your age. I feel insecure when my butt is so close for inspection — stretch marks, cellulite and all.” She hadn’t even tried to contain her mortified groan.
“Again, this sweet ass?” He squeezed a cheek in one hand, roughly. “This is mine, and I wouldn’t have it looking any other way. Now, tell me why I’m spanking you, Libby Lou.”
“For misplacing Brandon’s application for college. Making it late.”
“Not only did you misplace it, but you also put it in the trash in your car. We’ve discussed misplacing things over and over again, girl. These discussions need to end.” He raised his hand, landing several crisp, hard swats to each cheek, the bright pink bloom rising quickly.
Libby tried raising onto her hands so she’d be able to clench, but he gently pressed his elbow into her back, keeping her flat on the bed. The next slaps were to the underside of her ass; he made sure they were harsher than the previous ones, wanting her to remember these the next day at work.
“How long did you have this application, Elizabeth?” He rubbed her reddened flesh, her skin already hot to the touch.
“Oh, Daddy!” She apparently knew where this was going, but to her credit, she answered regardless. “I’ve had it about three weeks, I think.” She ended the sentence more on a question than a statement.
“It’s been twenty-nine days. I checked the date that Brandon signed it. Which means you’ll receive just as many swats.”
He started spanking her bottom with swift, sharp slaps that had her writhing, her hand reaching back in an attempt to stop him or impede his progress. He snatched her wrist, holding her hand at the small of her back as he continued to rain down her punishment.
By the time he’d finished, she was bawling, and her ass was very, very red. He lightly rubbed the scorched skin, murmuring to her. Once her crying lightened some, he helped her rise to her feet, steadying her, Libby’s wobbly knees threatening to fail her. “Time for the corner, hands on your head. No rubbing.”
Libby started to cry again in earnest. “I thought we were done, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
He walked with her to the corner, pressing her nose and elbows to the wall. “I know you are, sweetie. Just stand here for a bit.”
He sat on the bed, watching her ass jiggle as she cried. And as he had suspected, the white blouse accentuated her red bottom nicely. Poor Libby had seemed to be struggling with calming herself. She knew that the corner was for collecting herself, a place to ready for the next phase of her punishment. Which was why she’d started to cry while being led there. He didn’t like to be harsh, but at the same time, he knew she wouldn’t overcome this without a push from him.
Maddox had always been amazed that more couples didn’t incorporate spanking into their relationship — for fun or punishment. He had been someone who had always been interested in it, so it had just became a natural part of any relationship he was involved in.
“Libby, see Daddy.”
She turned, her hands still on her head, her shaved pussy exposed under the hem of the blouse. “I can smell your arousal. Are you wet, baby?” He looked up at her, watching the corner of her mouth turn up into a grin. She nodded.
He dipped his forefinger between the lips of her pussy. “Oh, you are. We’ll take care of that later, okay?”
“Okay.” Her voice sounded small, almost timid.
He reached for the wooden spoon, waving it in front of her. “Why is Daddy going to paddle you with this spoon, baby?”
She shrugged.
“Is that an answer? Daddy can progress it to the paddle or belt, if you want. Is that what you want?” He raised his eyebrows at her.
“N-no.”
“Then answer, Elizabeth.” He tapped the spoon on her bottom in warning.
“B-because I didn’t ask for help?”
He had thought again how much he loved that woman — his little girl. She was adorable to him. “Yes, because you didn’t ask for help. You didn’t let Daddy make it easier for you. I want to take care of you. It’s how I show you that I love you.”
Her eyes welled up with tears. The lesson would be
easier, knowing she felt remorse — and not simply because she’d been caught.
“I l-love you too, Daddy. I’m s-sorry.”
“We’ll make this all better now. C’mon.” He pulled her over his lap, just as he did with her initial spanking, except he held her hand at her side, not wanting to chance her fingers being spanked by the spoon. He didn’t waste any time, marching the spoon up and down her bottom and upper thighs.
She tried bucking and waggling her bottom, but to no avail, her position, bent over his leg, ensuring she remained largely immobile. Round, oval marks gradually appeared over the top of her already reddened bottom. She’d be a sore girl in the morning. But damn it, he needed her to rely on him more, and he’d made sure to make it a memorable discipline session.
By the time he had finished paddling her, she was shrieking and hiccupping, and he wasn’t even sure it had registered with her that it was finally over. He eased her off his lap, resting her body on the bed, then laid down on his back next to her. “Libby, lie on your Daddy and cuddle.”
She readily climbed onto him, resting her head on his shoulder, her nose in his neck, her body still shuddering with her hiccups.
He lightly ran his fingertips up and down her back, calming her, whispering “good girl” or “Daddy’s girl.”
Libby took a deep breath. “I always think because I’m older that I shouldn’t rely on you. That it’s silly, and I need to do it myself, show you that I’m independent, can do things. And then I mess it up again, and get in trouble.”
“Hey. Look at me.” He waited until she raised her head, meeting his gaze. “Relying on Daddy his nothing to do with your age, and everything to do with being my girl. Hopefully, your ass is on fire enough that you’ll remember it this time. Next time, I’m taking it up a notch, you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
That had been two years ago. Maddox had been with Libby for four years now, and she still doubted that he craved her body, doubted her need and desire to be a little, and doubted that he’d stay in love with her. But that was okay, because it gave him the excuse to spank that gorgeous ass, and to prove to her daily how wrong she was on all three counts.
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