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Matthew had been a business associate of her father’s and Chloe had really liked him from the moment she met him. She realised quickly that he did not like her throwing tantrums when he was around, and on one occasion when her father had called her his “little angel” as he had ruffled her hair, Matthew had responded, “Little monster is more like it” and then shaken his head in disgust as she wrapped her father round her little finger once more.
She didn’t like the way Matthew treated her and she had started to control her temper so that he might see her as an attractive young woman instead of a childish brat. Her plan worked and soon he was enjoying the occasional coffee and a chat with him as they waited for her father to return home for meetings. She smiled as she recalled how he would turn up early just to spend time with her, and soon they had starting dating.
About a year into her relationship with Matthew, she had gotten angry with her stepmother and called her a selfish bitch. She couldn’t for the life of her recall what the woman had done to offend her at the time, but her outburst had interrupted her father’s business meeting with Matthew.
She could still recall his angry words. “Chloe, go to your room. I’ll be up to deal with you as soon as I’ve finished with Matthew.”
Chloe had continued to make demands and had been horrified when her father had stood up and grasped her wrist. Even now she blushed as she recalled his next words. “Please excuse us, Matthew. This really can’t wait a minute longer. I’m going to give my petulant daughter the spanking she has so obviously needed for a very long time. I’ve put this off long enough.”
Matthew, who had been watching Chloe’s behaviour with disgust, had nodded approvingly.
Chloe had kicked and screamed, telling her father he could not do that to her. She had promised to go out and leave them in peace, but he still would not release her. Chloe’s stepmother had even intervened at this point, taking Chloe’s side and urging Jake to send her to her room and talk to her later. Panicking, Chloe had screamed at him and told him he could not strike her. She had threatened to go to the police, but her father and Matthew had laughed at her outburst, even as her stepmother looked on in horror. Incensed, Chloe had kicked out at her father and caught him squarely on the shin with the toe of her boot.
Chloe’s cheeks reddened as she recalled her normally calm father sitting down on his chair, right in front of Matthew and Mary, and turning her swiftly across his lap. She had screamed blue murder and kicked her legs until her father had brought his hand down hard on her upturned bottom. She had shrieked loudly and immediately stilled as she looked up at Matthew, shouting for him to leave. Her stepmother had already left, and she had been embarrassed beyond belief at what her father was doing to her, and more humiliated that her boyfriend had stayed exactly where he was, watching with amusement.
Her father’s hand had cracked down again on the seat of her jeans and she had put her head down and cried with shame as he continued to spank her bottom hard. His heavy hand landed numerous times on her squirming bottom that day, rapidly warming her seat.
Chloe had wailed pathetically across her father’s lap, her legs kicking constantly as he lit a fire in her behind. Still his hand continued to crack down, and she soon forgot about Matthew being there as all of her thoughts were centred on her burning bottom and her father’s hand, never tiring, swatting her seat relentlessly. Despite her attempts to be brave and take her spanking stoically, she had been sobbing as he released her and helped her to her feet, and she had tried desperately to hide her face from her father and Matthew.
She was angry and vowed she would get her revenge on both of them and her stepmother, but when her father had wrapped his arms around her and held her close, telling her to calm down, that she was forgiven and he still loved her, her anger immediately dissolved along with any plans for revenge as she clung to him, crying quietly and apologising for her behaviour. She had blushed and covered her face with her hands as she complained that her bottom hurt. Her father’s response was that it was supposed to hurt.
“That’s the only way to get through to a naughty little girl,” he chided her, patting her bottom gently, “and if you make it necessary for me to have to do that again, I’ll bare your bottom and take a paddle to it. Do you understand?”
Chloe had nodded and sobbed louder as she clung to her father.
It was embarrassing to have to face Matthew after that, but eventually she had to get up and leave the room. As she turned away from her father and tried to slip past Matthew, she thought her cheeks were probably redder than her bottom. She was stunned when Matthew grabbed her hand and looked at her, telling her she had deserved it. He had warned her that once he was her husband he might consider the same methods to get her attention. She had been confused when she felt that now familiar twinge of pleasure at the thought of Matthew spanking her. And she was perturbed, because the spanking from her father was more painful than anything she could ever have imagined.
Lowering her eyes, she had nodded. “I’ll be a good girl,” she had promised, and generally she had managed to keep that promise. Her tantrums were few and far between these days, but when she had one, she held nothing back. And although Matthew’s threats to spank her were always forgotten when she once more talked her way out of a deserved punishment, she had a feeling she had pushed him a little too far this time.
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“Chloe, are you listening to me? Chloe, are you there?” Her father’s voice was more urgent now, snapping Chloe from her daydreams.
“Sorry, Dad, I’m here,” she told him, blinking rapidly as she tried to erase the image from her mind of what her normally doting father had done to her – and what her loving and caring husband also planned to do. She suddenly realised her father had probably been lecturing her, and she had missed every word of it.
“Chloe, just out of curiosity, what have you got Matthew for Christmas?” he asked.
Chloe frowned for a moment before answering.
“I haven’t got him anything,” she said. “He didn’t want anything,” she quickly added, swallowing anxiously as she realised how selfish that sounded.
“He has everything he could ever need,” she said, fiddling nervously with a cushion on the sofa before getting up and restlessly pacing the room. “There’s nothing I could buy for him that he hasn’t already got, or that he couldn’t go out and buy himself if he needed it.”
“Chloe, how would you feel if you got up on Christmas Day and Matthew hadn’t bothered to buy you anything? If he said you had all you could possibly need so he just hadn’t bothered?” he asked her.
Chloe felt tears sting her eyes at the thought of Matthew ever treating her that way.
“Answer me, Chloe? How would you feel if he decided to treat you the way you treat him?” he demanded to know.
Chloe nodded and swallowed back a sob. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “I just didn’t think,” she added honestly.
“I know,” her father soothed, and she wished he could hold her in his arms and make her feel better, as he always did when she was sad. Her loving father’s cuddles could make anything seem better.
She wasn’t used to having a special someone in her life, and she recalled that Matthew hadn’t objected the previous Christmas when she didn’t buy him anything, though he had showered her with gifts. She smiled at the memory.
“Chloe, although Matthew said nothing to you last Christmas, he was very upset that you bought him nothing at all. I did tell you at the time that you had been very selfish,” he scolded.
Chloe blushed at the memory and realised her father had been right. “I am sorry,” she said, walking across to the window and fiddling anxiously with the curtains.
“I know you are,” her father consoled her, “but I think it’s someone else you need to apologise to,” he said, talking calmly to his daughter.
“Yes Dad,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I will make it up to Matthew, I promise. I’l
l see you tomorrow for dinner.” She was eager to end the conversation that was making her feel very uncomfortable and very guilty. She hoped he would have forgotten this talk when she and Matthew visited him and her stepmother for Christmas dinner the next day.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, and she was pleased to hear brightness in his voice once more. “And no more silly talk of coming here to stay,” he scolded her. “Let me tell you now, little girl, if you turn up here tonight your pants will immediately come down and you’ll go across my knee for a smacked bottom,” he warned her. Chloe’s cheeks flushed scarlet as she tried desperately not to picture that scenario.
“Then I’ll take you home and advise Matthew to give you exactly the same treatment,” he said sternly, before saying goodbye to his daughter.
Chloe’s blush deepened. “That won’t be necessary, Dad. Bye.”
After hanging up the phone, Chloe knelt down by the tree and stroked the bow on one of the gifts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at all of the gifts Matthew had bought for her. She realised with regret that she had been very selfish.
Feeling rough, she went to the kitchen and made herself some toast and coffee, and took a couple of painkillers to ease her headache. But she still felt no better, so she went upstairs and ran herself a hot bubble bath, which she lay in for the next hour. As she towelled herself dry, she glanced at her watch and realised it was too late to go out shopping now.
Some shops might still be open, but she wasn’t dressed yet and she really didn’t fancy trying to fight the crowds as she tried to find something suitable to appease her guilt. She vowed to take Matthew out on Boxing Day and spoil him. She would buy him whatever he wanted and they would spend the whole day together, doing whatever he wanted to do - even if it was something she did not particularly want to do. She would show him that she wasn’t a selfish girl and she did love him as much as he loved her.
With a heavy heart, she looked at her watch again. Matthew would be home soon, she realised. She made her way through to their bedroom, put some clean pajamas on and sat down on the edge of their bed to wait for him. There were no butterflies in her tummy and no tingling sensation in her crotch as she awaited her first ever spanking from her husband. She knew it was going to be humiliating and painful, but she hoped it might make her – and Matthew – feel better about her selfish behaviour. Maybe after he had forgiven her, they might be able to have some fun and he could kiss her sore bottom better. The thought made her feel less frightened and she longed for him to come home and get the horrible part over with.
As the time passed slowly, Chloe lay on their bed and closed her eyes. She started to fret, hoping that Matthew hadn’t had enough of her behaviour. He had seemed so angry before he left for work and she was worried she had pushed him too far. She brushed away a tear as she wondered what she could do to show him that she truly cared. She desperately hoped she could make things better once more. She really did want to change. She loved Matthew so much and she would do anything to prove her love to him. As she hugged her knees close to her chest and felt thoroughly miserable, she drifted off to sleep. Within minutes, she was sleeping very soundly.
Chapter Three
A short time later, Matthew returned home from his meeting. He was pleased that it hadn’t been long, his heart really wasn’t in it today and he longed to get home and speak to Chloe. He thought she might be upset as he had left so abruptly, and the smacks he had landed on her bottom before leaving had been harder than he had intended.
As he made his way up the stairs, he hoped her temper would have cooled off. He was much less angry now and he hoped to be able to talk calmly to her about her behaviour. Although he knew she deserved a sound spanking, and he believed in his heart that it would do her the world of good, he hoped that a mild scolding might be enough to get them over Christmas without further incident.
As Matthew hesitantly entered their bedroom, he wondered what mood he would find her in. He was surprised to discover Chloe was sound asleep on their bed.
Sitting beside her, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She murmured in her sleep but didn’t wake up.
Matthew sighed deeply. He had been furious when he’d headed out to work a few hours earlier and had been determined to come home and teach her a painful lesson, but finding her sleeping so peacefully and looking so fragile had softened his already crumbling resolve.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her long dark hair gently. Noting the redness around her eyes, he felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that she had been crying, probably because of his harsh words earlier.
He smiled as he watched her sucking her thumb, a habit he noticed she often indulged in when he scolded her and threatened to spank her. She seemed to find some comfort in this action, and he couldn’t deny how cute it looked.
Although he had vowed that she would not get a new hairdryer until she learned to behave better, he looked at his watch and thought he probably had just enough time to go out and get her one.
His wavering resolve collapsed completely as he leaned forward and kissed her once more on the cheek before going downstairs, getting his coat and heading into town. He wondered if there would be any shops still open at this time on Christmas Eve, but he knew that he had to at least try. If not, he promised himself that he would take her shopping on Boxing Day. He just hoped she wouldn’t have another tantrum if he didn’t manage to get her what she wanted today.
Yes, she’d been really naughty, he reminded himself, but she obviously realised she was in the wrong, judging by her state when he returned home. And, he reasoned, she did genuinely need a new hairdryer.
He smiled as he thought that sometimes he was almost as bad as her father, giving her everything she wanted. Although he was less angry with her now, he quickly decided that she was still going to be spanked. He was wrong to back down once more. It was sending out the totally wrong message to her, letting her think her behaviour was acceptable. It was no good leaving it until after Christmas, which was simply putting it off once again, he realised. His wife needed a firm guiding hand, and he accepted he was going to have to man up and give her it. He would never earn her respect if he didn’t.
He had to do something to stop these tantrums. Although they were less frequent, they were becoming more intense as she acted like a spoiled little girl. He shook his head as he recalled her pouting and scowling as she stamped her foot before he went to work. He realised that he should have dealt with her immediately, even if that had made him late for his meeting. Taking her across his knee and baring her bottom for a proper spanking would have been more effective than the few smacks he had given her over her pajamas, he thought with regret.
Despite not wanting to make her cry, which he was certain would be the result of spanking her bare bottom, Matthew was no longer prepared to put up with her bad behaviour. Things were about to change – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t buy nice things to console her with afterwards to show her that she was still loved as much as ever.
He accepted that each time he had threatened her with a spanking, instead of following through on his threat he had walked away and allowed himself to calm down considerably. When he had returned home some time later, she had then promised to be good and behaved like a perfect little angel, and her bad behaviour was once more forgotten. Shaking his head, he acknowledged that his little girl needed turning across his lap and her bottom reddening, and he vowed that nothing she said or did would change his mind this time.
He accepted that he needed to make her aware that her actions carried consequences, but at the same time ensure that she realised she was his world and he would do anything for her. Although he loved her more than anything and would give her whatever she needed, he had made his mind up that as well as a new hairdryer, she would also be getting the other thing he believed she needed just as desperately - a sore bottom. He consoled himself with the thought that after her spanking, when she hopefully sobbed on
his lap and clung to him - he would forgive her and make her smile once more.
Matthew smiled as he recalled her father spanking her. The shock on her face was a picture as she realised what he was going to do. Matthew had felt no sympathy for her as she kicked and cried across her father’s lap, and he remembered how his cock had stiffened as he had watched her squirming, frantically trying to wriggle out of position, as her father’s hand landed firmly on its target countless times.
Matthew’s only regret that day was that her father did not take her jeans down and spank her over her panties, or better still on her bare bottom. He had watched breathlessly, trying to imagine how red her bottom was, and he longed to put his hand on her bare cheeks and feel the heat radiating from them.
He recalled how she had cried afterwards, almost breaking his heart. He had longed to hold her and console her, but she had gone to her father and sought comfort in his arms instead. Matthew hoped that she would go to him after he had warmed her bottom, and prayed that she would realise he had punished her because he loved her too much to allow her unacceptable behaviour to continue.
But first, he acknowledged, he needed to show her how their marriage would be from now on.
Matthew was deep in his thoughts as he walked briskly, and he quickly found himself in town. He was pleased – and very relieved - to find a couple of shops were still open. He bought the most expensive hairdryer he could find, smiling as he realised he was spoiling her once more. Remembering her tantrum of that morning, he bought her another item that he could guarantee she would not like quite so much. He thought this might balance the scales, show her that she could have things if she really needed them, but that tantrums would no longer be tolerated and there would be painful consequences for such behaviour in future.
As he browsed the shelves, an idea formed in his mind and he added a few more items to his basket. If Chloe was going to act like a little girl, he decided that he was going to treat her like one, and this treatment would continue until she learned how young ladies were supposed to behave.
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