My legs were trembling as I walked toward the bedroom. I was wishing for a grand staircase to dramatically pitch myself off of. Not that I wanted to end up on a hospital bed or anything. I just needed a broken arm, or even a sprained ankle to delay this spanking. My mind raced frantically searching for last ditch efforts, but I couldn’t come up with anything passable. The only logical conclusion was that I was doomed.
“What’s the holdup?” Ethan asked, swatting my behind.
It didn’t hurt, but I picked up the pace, and in mere moments I was standing in front of the bedroom. The door had been left open, and I could see our unmade bed, the sheets twisted and hanging half off the bed. I didn’t remember what time I’d come to bed last night. I couldn’t even remember sleeping beside him. I missed the nights we used to go to bed together and I would fall asleep with him holding me close. I always slept so much better snuggled in his arms.
“Sara, you’re not making this any easier.”
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
“Of what? Me?”
I shook my head. “That’s not it. It’s just...this whole spanking business.”
“Now, Sara, we’ve been over this and we can talk some more afterward but I meant what I said. You are going to be punished.” His voice was firm and authoritative. I felt the familiar tingle I got whenever he used that tone that told me that he was in charge.
“It’s not that. I mean, I’m not trying to get out of it. I just...”
“I’m wondering...things have felt so different between us lately. It started when we--when you changed things. And I’m just wondering, I don’t really like the way things have been going, but what if doing this again makes it worse?”
“Frankly, I don’t see how that could be possible.”
“I know. I just worry—”
“Look, baby, I love you. You know that, don’t you?” Ethan walked in front of me and took my hand.
“Yeah, I know.”
“OK. Then you need to trust that I’m doing what’s best for you, and for us. Can you do that?”
I looked into his baby blue eyes and I felt myself melt. Of course I trusted him. I trusted him with my life, so why not my bottom? “Yes, sir.”
He smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that. Complete trust means that there may be times when I ask you to do things you don’t like, or that you don’t understand. That’s when I need you to do them because you believe I have your best interests at heart. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, feeling the beginnings of butterflies in my stomach. I knew what he was asking me to do. He wanted me to accept my punishment without complaining, or arguing. Even if I did come up with some last ditch effort to save my behind, he was asking me not to use it.
“Are you ready, baby?”
I felt a lump form in my throat. “I guess so.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the top of my forehead and reached around to pat me gently on the behind. His touch was soft, but I winced knowing that in just a little while such a caress would be quite painful. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
Steeling myself against the urge to plead for mercy, I walked into the room and stood in front of the bed. I turned to him, feeling helpless. I was not sure what to do next.
“Could you make the bed for me, please?"
Ethan smiled at my surprised expression. “The bed, honey. In the future, I want the bed made when you get up in the morning, OK?”
“Um, sure. OK."
“Thank you. I’d like you to make it now, please.”
I furrowed my brow. I was not sure what the significance of this was. Why didn’t he just get it over with already? But I knew better than to question him right now, so I dutifully made the bed. It felt a bit silly considering what was coming, made even more so because he watched me do it, but in a few minutes the job was done and I stood back to wait my next
“Sit down, please.”
I didn’t hesitate to obey. I almost expected him to sit beside me, but he came to stand in front of me instead. I didn’t like the stern expression he was wearing as he stared down at me.
“You know why we’re doing this, but just to be sure, I’m going to recap for you. You were driving very irresponsibly. You were speeding, you ran a stop sign and were intoxicated. Is that everything?”
“That’s not exactly...” I trailed off when I realized he had clenched his jaw and had crossed his arms over his chest. Not good signs. “Those are the offenses listed against me,” I responded in a near whisper.
“I’m sorry? Did you say something?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied louder.
“OK. Did I miss anything? Were you wearing your seatbelt?”
“Well, thank God for that. We’ve already talked about you’re not going to be driving for a while.”
“How long do you feel is fair?”
I cocked my head to the side, eyeing him uncertainly. He’d never asked my opinion before, so I wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting. “Um...”
“For three very serious offenses,” he prompted.
“Three days? Sir?”
Ethan arched an eyebrow. “Really? I was thinking more along the lines of two months.”
I gasped. “What?” I winced inwardly as I realized how bratty I sounded. This was not going well. I think I preferred it when he just spanked me. I got myself into more trouble when he talked to me beforehand.
“That doesn’t sound fair to you?”
“I, um, it’s just, two months is a long time, Ethan.”
“True, but it would be an even longer time if you’d injured yourself, or God forbid, someone else. You have got to learn to pay attention no matter what else is going on. I’m not sure how to teach you that except for making you realize that driving is a privilege. Maybe once you miss being able to go wherever you want to you’ll be willing to be more cautious when you get behind the wheel.”
My mind was reeling. I had no idea what kind of response to give. Two months? He couldn’t be serious. I’d been driving ever since it was legal to do so--I’ve never had to ask for a ride since. “I think a week is fair,” I said finally.
Ethan was staring at me, looking pensive again, and I thought I could literally see the wheels turning. “OK.”
“OK?” I echoed, holding my breath as I waited for his answer.
“I want you to write me a letter, telling me why I should only take your keys for one week. If you can convince me, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“I have to write an essay?” I groaned.
“Well, I said a letter, but you can make it an essay, if you like. Be sure to use Times New Roman, and no double-spacing, young lady,” he said, mock-stern with a shadow of a smile on his lips.
“I thought you were just going to spank me!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, we’re definitely going to be doing that. But I think this issue is a little more serious, and your punishment should reflect that.”
I thought of reminding him that I was too old to be punished, but those arguments had never really worked out the way I’d wanted them to in the past, and besides, I knew he was right. “Anything else?” I asked, more subdued.
“No, baby. I think that about covers it.” He leaned over and grabbed me in a quick hug. He squeezed tightly, but in no time at all he let go again and said the words I’d been dreading. “It’s time for your spanking now, honey.”
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