What did we agree?
I came through the door, arms loaded with shopping bags. I love January sales!
I kick my door shut and set my bags down glad to get the pressure off my wrists.
He opens the kitchen door and I smile
"Hello my love" I greet him sweetly. He looks at the bags and then at me stoney faced.
"What did we agree?" He asks sharp.
Fuck sake
"I know but the sales were on and I saw all these nice clothes! I got you a few t shits too...do you want to see?" I ask hoping to distract him
"What did we agree?" He asks again, ugh okay that didn't work..
"I'm waiting" he says impatient he might aswell be tapping his foot.
Deflated I reply "that I wouldn't go out and spend money"
"And why did we agree this?"
"Because I wanted to get some money back into my savings..."
"Because you wanted to get some money in your savings" he repeats matter o fact
"Yes I did but I have no clothes" i argue beginning to think what the big deal is.
"Bullshit! You have clothes, infact you have a mound of clothes in the clean wash pile that you've forgotten about because you refuse to hang the washing up" he drawls sarcastically
He was right, I'm terrible for digging clothes out the wash basket 2 minutes before I'm out the door it's a bad habit I want to break...another for the list
"So...what now?" My voice uneven because I was asking a stupid question, I knew what happens next.
"Strip your bottoms and hands on the worktop" he commands in that "I'm done fucking around" tone
I lower my trousers slowly even a couple of seconds of putting this off is something.
"No warm up" he announced
"What!" I yelp. It's been freezing out and my skin is already so cold I'd only been in the house 5 minutes!
"Oh come on! This isn't even that bad! I thought of you too I bought us clothes not just.."
"Quiet!" He boomed, cutting me off "you are not talking your way out of this! We made an agreement, you asked me to help you save money and you knew the consequences if you did spend! You've actively gone against our agreement and now you will be punished!"
I simmer down but let a audible huff out I hate when he's right.
"And that little huff has upgraded you from a hand spanking to using something else! Maybe that will fix your damn attitude too! Now, hands on the worktop! He says in full Dom mode.
I do as I'm told, I sprawl my palms on the counter and try to relax.
"Good girl" he mumbles as he riffles through the kitchen draws "ah!" he exclaims as he obviously found his weapon of choice.
"You count and thank me, you'll get 15. If you break position we start again. Remember I've got all day.
"Yes Sir" I comply, he means it
I feel the touch of smooth wood on my bare bum as he makes circles goading me. I take a guess it's my thing wooden spatula I've had it for years and cooked that much with it the wood eventually thinned out.
I heard the small woosh in the air as I came down on my cold bum so sharp the air left my nose and my jaw went tight.
"1 thank you Sir" I managed breathless already.
I hear the sharp woosh and and then feel the crack on my bum again I tighten my jaw again I feel the burning coming fast on my cold skin, this is going to bruise.
"2 thank you Sir"
He carried on hitting and I carried on counting through gritted teeth, he changed it up swapping from cheek to cheek and occasionally my thigh, all of them strong hard strikes. At this point I was more worried about my spatula I'd had it for years and it helped me make many a nice meal...
"Last one baby, it's nearly over" he encourages
"15! Thank you Sir!" I exhale like I've been holding my breath the whole way through.
"Good girl" he smiles, satisfied with his work. He kneels down while I'm still positioned and kisses each of my cheeks then lightly taps with his hands. I hiss at him touching the after burn.
"You can move now" he says softly
I turn and look up at him sheepishly with tears in my eyes
"Come" he says and opens his arms I quickly embrace him needing him to hold me. "Why were you punished?" He asked
"Because I went back on our agreement Sir" I admitted
"And will you do so again?" He asks in warning.
"No Sir" I reply and I meant it....
This week anyways 😈
