A Short Story

Leigh sat at her computer, checking her email and cruising the web. She had been doing the same thing when her husband Mark came in from work and greeted her. Turning her head slightly to the side to accept his ‘I’m home’ kiss to her cheek, her eyes never left the screen, so she didn’t notice the slight frown on her husband’s face. ‘I’m going up to take my shower,’ Mark said. ‘Uh-huh,’ Leigh murmured absently, her attention still on the monitor. Mark left the room and went upstairs.

A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.

Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’

But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.

Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.

She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.

Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.

‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.

The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.

Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.

After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:

‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’

Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.