Spanking on the Week before Christmas

Happy Monday everyone - It's the countdown week to Christmas - seven days to go.  Next week this time we will be celebrating the holiday full of good cheer for surviving another year of harrowing shopping excursions.  I, for one, am glad for online shopping.  It keeps my sanity in tact.   

It's been a full round of holiday lunches and parties here and after today, I can concentrate on getting packages and clothes together for our trip to California.  This will be the last new story I plan on posting until the new year.  I can't imagine there will be anyone interested in reading stories on Christmas and New Year's Day, so I'll post a re-run Christmas story for next week and find something for New Year's in the archives.

Some of our friends here in blogland are in need of some prayers and good cheer.  Roz and lindy could use some good thoughts and condolences go out to PK and Nick on the loss of their beloved Mother/Mother-in-Law.

Here's this week's story.

Marco walked into the kitchen and saw Nedra standing at the kitchen counter staring out the window.  No matter that she was dressed in baggy sweats with bare feet and hair all tousled from sleep, she was still beautiful and he loved her to pieces.  He came up behind her and patted her on her behind.  She jumped at his touch.

“How’s it feeling this morning?  It can’t be that sore.”

“Oh really, how would you know, is it your butt?

“Nedra, are we going to have a repeat of yesterday?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Before this goes any further, I’m going to walk out of the room and come back in.  Maybe you need some more coffee.”

“I don’t need any more coffee, what I need is less of you telling me how I should or should not feel.”

“Nedra, I’m warning you.”

“Go blow it out your ass.  Oh I forgot, I’m not supposed to say that word.  Go blow it out your butt.” 

 Nedra walked out of the kitchen, with Marco on her heels.

“Why are you being so naughty?  What’s bothering you?”

“You, at the moment,” she told him and kept on walking into their bedroom. The truth was she didn’t know why she was being such a bitch.  It probably started out yesterday morning when he gave her a bunch of errands to run for him.  She already had her day planned and it didn’t include running around town for him.  It was the last day she was free to finish Christmas shopping.  The thing that bugged her the most was that he didn’t even ask, just told her what he needed her to do.

As the day wore on she became more and more bitchy, so by the time she arrived back home, it was late and she was exhausted.  Marco was already home.  She walked in the door with her arms loaded  - no hello,  no how are you, no how can I help,  but did you get my errands done.  It pissed her off.  Then to top it off, he asked what was for dinner.  She had been out all day, was already tired and irritable having to deal with the Christmas crowds and dinner was the last thing on her mind.  She let loose with a barrage of colorful adjectives that earned her a damn good spanking. A spanking she didn’t feel she deserved.  Sure she was mouthy and used words on “his forbidden list’, words he never wanted to hear come out of her mouth,  but he should have considered the circumstances. 

That spanking had lasted far longer than Marco anticipated.  He knew Nedra had a bad day and needed the release but she refused to give and kept holding on to her anger.  He continued to spank trying to get her to let go but when he was worn out and she still hadn’t given in, he quit spanking her enflamed bottom and told her to get ready for bed.  “What am I a child,” she asked.

“Yes, a very naughty child.  Now do as I say or you will be back over my knee and this time, I’ll get the paddle.” 

“The hell with you.” she told him. 

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, but it’s the last time I’m going to cut you some slack, now get undressed and into bed.”

Nedra emitted a loud sigh but knew by the tone of Marco’s voice that she better acquiesce for the sake of her already throbbing bottom.  Marco watched as she climbed into bed.  He noted that her backside was still pretty red and he hoped there would be no bruises in the morning. He took her phone, her kindle and turned off the light before returning downstairs. 

About an hour later, he went back up to check on her and thought she was sound asleep.  He reached over to give her a kiss but found himself getting punched in the jaw instead.  That did it, bruises or nor bruises, he reached over to the nightstand and found the paddle.  She found herself across his lap, getting her bottom paddled furiously before she had time to contemplate what she had done. 

“You never ever hit me like that?  Do you understand?”

She hoped he didn’t expect an answer because she was too busy trying to absorb the pain and her brain wouldn’t allow her to form any words. Luckily, or unluckily, for her, he didn’t wait for an answer, because the paddle never stopped landing on her fleshy cheeks – first one, then the other.  When she didn’t think she could handle another whack, he stopped, put down the paddle and tucked her back into bed.  “I’ll see you in the morning,” he told her as he turned off the light and left the room.

When she came down the following morning she was ready to apologize until she saw that he hadn’t even bothered to put anything away.  He obviously decided to fix himself something to eat and didn’t clean up afterward, so the frying pan was still on the stove, the plate and utensils congealed with dried eggs, still on the table. 

Ignoring the mess, she put on a pot of coffee  - caffeine would be her savior.  She poured a cup and went to the window to enjoy the pastoral scene as the coffee calmed her down.  She was fine until he had the temerity to ask about her bottom.  Nedra hadn’t bothered to check for bruises but she was sure she had a few – not that they bothered her that much – but she learned she was still tender when her ass hit the toilet seat earlier. 

His comment about her still being sore really brought back all of the previous days' anger and resentment. 

“I’ll tell you why I’m behaving this way.  It’s because I’m pissed at you.  You give me a whole list of things to do for you on top of my already busy day and you never even asked, just dictated.  Then after a whole horrible day, the first thing you say when you see me, is did I get everything done and ask for dinner.  Did it ever occur to you that I had a horrible day? No, your only thought was to yourself and your damn stomach.  I got up this morning ready to apologize and what do I find, you didn’t even bother to put things away and left the kitchen a mess.  I was trying to enjoy a cup of coffee, and you come in and ask me how my bottom is.  It’s damn sore, that’s how it is.  Now go away and leave me alone until I calm down and get down this coffee and something to eat because if you remember correctly I was sent to bed without dinner.

Marco stood silently as she vented.  When she was finished, he took her in his arms.  He whispered in her ear that he was sorry for acting like a grade A jerk and asked for her forgiveness.  “What can I do to make things better?”

Later that day he found a whole Honey Do list on the table.  He read it and laughed.

What do you suppose was on that list?

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.