“Are you telling me you blew off school to go look at an apartment? What good is it to even look at an apartment if we’re not there together? You could have just taken down the number and we could have gone to look at it tonight or tomorrow afternoon or on the weekend.”
“Yes, I know, and well, normally you’d be right, but this is just such a perfect place for us and there were only two one-bedrooms left. Only two, Tyler. You can see the dilemma I was in.”
Tyler’s face suddenly went even more serious. “Tell me you didn’t sign anything. Please, Whitney.”
Tears ran down Whitney’s cheeks when she saw how angry he was and how angry he was going to get when she admitted that’s exactly what she’d done. “There was only two left. They were moving really fast and there was no guarantee that there would have been even one apartment left to look at by the weekend.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t sign the lease.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Tyler said with relief.
“I just had to pay a deposit so it’ll still be there on the weekend.”
“How MUCH did you pay?”
“You’re yelling.” Couldn’t he see that this was going to be the best thing ever?
“I’m not yelling. Yet, but I’ll do more than yell in a minute. How MUCH?”
“First and last month’s rent.”
“Oh, lord. How do you know we can even afford to pay whatever it was every month? Did he even give you a receipt?”
“Yes, it’s in my purse.” She shuffled around and produced the receipt and the booklet with the lovely pictures. “See, isn’t it just perfect?”
“It could be the most perfect place on earth and you still had no place going and choosing it and putting a deposit on it by yourself. Don’t I deserve some say?”
“Yes, but I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”
“No, you didn’t, Whit. You wanted it and you thought you might miss out so you just panicked and fell into the trap that the salesman set for you.”
“It wasn’t a trap. If you saw it you’d see that it’s so perfect there must be lots of people wanting to rent apartments there.”
“That might be so, but the fact remains that you had no right to do what you did. You shouldn’t have gone there and decided on something without me. How would you have liked it if I chose a home for you to live in without even consulting you?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“No, you wouldn’t, that’s why I wouldn’t do that to you. So what happened with school?”
“Well, I forgot to have a look at the college requirements and times and such. I didn’t realize enrolments closed at noon. By the time I got there it was too late.”
“Whitney. So when CAN you enroll?”
Whitney winced. “Next semester.”
“YOU, young lady are in a LOT of trouble,” Tyler said, getting up to pace while he lectured. “I told you what to expect, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Tyler.”
“Well, that’s it. You, young lady, are going to get a good long bare-bottom spanking.”
“But, Tyler. Your parents are here. You can’t!”
“I can.” He shook his head in disappointment. “After dinner we’ll go for a drive. Now give me the information on this apartment.”
“You’re going to love it!” she said, handing him the brochure that she’d folded to make the pictures of the gym and pool prominent. “Look, a picnic ground with grills and everything! OW!”
Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Tyler had spun his errant wife around and landed a powerful smack to her unsuspecting behind.
“You said you wouldn’t spank me here!” she gasped. “That really hurt.”
“Good,” he said. “It’ll give you something to think about. I am so disappointed with you, Whitney, and you’re not acting like you’re even sorry that you didn’t get into school.”
“I am. I don’t know what else I can say about that.”
“But you can think of plenty to say about this perfect apartment.”
“It IS though.”
“It might be, but if I have to hear one more word about it now, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“Guess I’ll go and help with dinner again.”
“Good idea,” Tyler said, pleased that he would have a little space to make some phone calls and calm down. “Before you go, take off your panties.”
“You’re joking.” She searched his face for some hint of a joke, but there wasn’t anything but determination.
“Now.”
“Why?”
“Because I said to.”
With her heart pounding, she slipped her hands under her flowing peasant skirt and pulled off her lace panties, dropping them in the hamper. “This is SO embarrassing.”
“That’s the point.”
* * *
“Well, that was a good day’s work.” Brian said with a chuckle.
“She isn’t a bad girl,” Grace said.
“I told you,” Brian said. “She just needs to feel loved and secure. Our boy can give her that.”
“I hope so. I still worry that he might get hurt.”
“I don’t think he will but, Honey, he’s a grownup. Grownups take risks.”
“Yeah.”
He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’m proud of you,” he said.
“Why? What did I do?”
“You listened and you didn’t judge.”
“What can I say. She grows on you.”
* * *
Whitney went back to cut her carrots, only to find they’d been done already. “What can I do?” she asked.
“You can mash these potatoes if you like,” Grace said. “You ok, Honey?”
“I’m fine,” Whitney answered, trying to smile. This was ridiculous. They didn’t know that she’d just had her ass smacked like a five-year-old or that she was standing here in their kitchen panty-less. They couldn’t know what was facing her. Grace at least knew that her husband wouldn’t have been very happy with her and she’d probably told Brian, but they wouldn’t know what Tyler planned to do.
“See. Don’t you feel better now it’s all out in the open?” Grace said. “It’s always better to get things out in the open.”
“Mmhmm,” Whitney nodded. Of course Grace had no way of knowing that Tyler planned to spank her. Her barely covered ass clenched and quivered at the thought.
* * *
“Not hungry?” Grace asked, looking at the food that Whitney had rearranged with her fork.
“Not so much. It’s delicious though, really.”
“Eat,” Tyler said, glancing at his watch meaningfully.
“Are you going somewhere?” Grace asked.
“Just for a drive,” Tyler said. “As soon as Whit eats her dinner.”
“What if I’m just not hungry?” Whit asked.
“Then we’ll have even longer to spend on our drive.”
“I was just wondering,” she said with a smile. “I’m actually very hungry now.”
“I thought you might be.”
Whitney couldn’t put off swallowing her last mouthful any longer. She could feel Tyler slowly simmering as she stalled. That wasn’t going to help her any. No need to poke the bear.
“Ok,” she said. “Time to go, I guess, although we really should do the dishes.”
“You two run along,” Grace said. “We’ll do that.”
Before she could object anymore, Tyler had her hand and was already marching towards the door. “Don’t wait up,” he said.
“You think he’s going to spank her?” Brian asked.
“Wouldn’t be a bit surprised,” Grace said. “Besides, he IS your son.”
“That he is.”
“What would you have done in his place? “
“I probably wouldn’t have waited that long,” he chuckled.
“Exactly. She deserves it.”
“I thought you were ok with her now.”
; “I am. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t need some reining in.”
* * *
“Where are we going?” Whitney asked, not for the first time. She knew where they were, but there could of being any number of places they could be heading to from this direction.
“Stop asking, Whitney.”
“Oh, Honey, what if someone sees?”
“They won’t.”
“Couldn’t we just go and get a motel room for the night or something?” Somewhere with a door, perhaps, she thought.
“Well, that might have been an option if someone didn’t run our credit card up to the hilt.”
“A real cheap motel. You know, one of those places where you can rent by the hour.”
“I am NOT taking my wife to a hooker motel for an hour. Now I suggest you hush before I pull over and give the all-night truckers a show.”
Whitney’s eyes widened. “I’m sure wherever you pick will be great.” Certain she was only going to talk herself into more trouble if she stayed awake, she cut her losses and closed her eyes. If she dozed for a few minutes, it might fill in the space until they got to wherever they were going, and kill her nervousness. At least until she woke up.
* * *
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Tyler said, nuzzling Whitney’s neck to wake her. “We’re here.”
Whitney blinked her eyes to focus and then screamed with absolute delight. They weren’t back at the lake; they were in front of the apartment.
“Shush, Whit. It’s late.”
Whitney looked around with wondrous eyes. The lights lit up the building like a Christmas tree. “You’re going to look at it?” she asked.
“Yes, and if it’s everything you say it is, then we’re going to sign the lease.”
“No!”
“Yes! See? If you’d trusted me and just explained, I would have come to look tonight anyway.”
“You would?”
“Yes. I’m the one that thinks you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, remember? That’s why I wanted you to go to school.”
“Thank you.” Whitney’s eyes filled with tears. She felt for sure Tyler would have found a way to get out of it.
“You’re welcome. Besides, a lot of what you said made sense, even if you were rambling. “
“I wasn’t rambling.”
“Yes, you were. You were talking ten to the dozen, to excuse what you’d done and try to get yourself out of trouble. Which was fruitless, but also understandable. You’re only human.”
“Don’t forget adorable.”
“Yes, there’s that too. Sometimes. This place will be less driving for me and will be closer for you to go to school next semester, which you WILL if I have to escort you to enroll myself.”
“I will do it next time, I promise.”
“Just don’t get too used to lying around the pool. You’ll have to be a full-time housewife now.”
“Yay. You wait. I’m going to keep this place as clean as a whistle and make beautiful suppers and I’ll do all my own baking. I’ll even pack your lunch every day.”
“I don’t expect you to be a slave,” he chuckled. “You know what really made up my mind about this place? The waiting.”
“What waiting?”
“I so badly wanted to toss you over my knee at that moment… I don’t want to start our married life with my parents and with no privacy.”
“I’m glad we stayed with them for a bit though.”
“Me too. I like that my two favorite women get along.”
“Your mom’s nice. I was wrong about her.”
“Now let’s go and see this realtor. Boy, can he can talk.”
“Wait until you see his white teeth.”
* * *
Tyler held the set of keys up in the air. “It’s all ours!”
“Didn’t I tell you it was perfect?”
“It’s a great place and I think we’ll be very happy here.”
“I know, right?”
“I thought he’d never leave,” Tyler said. “Now that we really have some privacy, we can deal with your punishment.”
“When can we move in?” Changing the subject and moving right along, Whitney hoped.
“We’re going to have to get some furniture first, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve allowed some money for furniture in our budget. We can get a new bed and couch and then we can look around for the rest.”
“There’s a flea market on Saturday at the old drive-in.”
“There you go, we’ll try there. My folks have some stuff they’re not using in their garage too. Of course there is a big advantage to not having much furniture.”
“What’s that?”
“Look at all the corners that are free.”
“Um, yes, there are corners. I think they hold up the walls.”
Tyler shook his head. “As I started to say before you interrupted me. Now that we’re in the privacy of our own home, we can start your punishment.”
“Really?” Whitney sighed. “Like right now?”
“Yes, right now. What you did was a serious breach of trust.”
“But it all turned out so well!”
“That doesn’t for a minute take away from what you did, young lady.”
“I know, but…”
“But nothing. You are still in big trouble. Now go and stand in the corner.”
Whitney spun on her heel and went to take a step towards the corner, but Tyler caught her arm.
“Are you giving me attitude?”
“No. I was just disappointed because we didn’t get to celebrate.”
“We can celebrate later. First things first.”
Whitney nodded and started again for the corner in a better frame of mind. Well, not exactly better, but resigned. Tyler stopped her again. It took all her control, but she didn’t roll her eyes like she wanted to.
“I want to see that pretty bottom.”
“Can you close the blind? Someone might see.”
“We’re on the sixth floor! Who’s gonna see? Take off your clothes.”
“All of them?”
“Yes, all of them.”
Whitney shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her tank top followed. She hesitated for a moment, and then reached behind to unhook her bra.
“Let me.” Tyler reached around and undid the lacy scrap of material, allowing her breasts to spill free.
“Ok, off you go,” he said, pointing to a corner.
Whitney negotiated the distance to the corner slowly, well aware that her husband’s eyes were riveted to her retreating figure. It did give her some pleasure to hear his slight intake of breath as she turned and walked away from him, swaying her naked hips as she went.
It seemed like an age that she stood there completely open to his gaze. The only sound was that of a television somewhere in the distance. A rerun of something she couldn’t quite put a name to. She longed to get this over with and yet she never wanted the spanking to start. She didn’t have to delve too far into her memory banks to remember the night by the lake. The burn from that hairbrush had lingered.
She let her mind drift to the show that their neighbor was watching, wracking her brain for a title to put with the tune. Even when she strained to hear the voices, she came up without anything. Maybe it was a commercial, although she couldn’t remember which one if it was. When Tyler called her name she jumped, shaken suddenly out of the comfortable world of distraction.
When she turned he was crooking his finger, his face serious. He’d obviously spent his time thinking about her punishment, not trying to hear the neighbor’s television like she had. He looked like he was obviously more ready to spank her than she was to be spanked. She looked behind her innocently like a child does when they know they’re about to get in trouble, but hope by some miracle that it’s somebody else who’s in the hot seat instead of them. She wasn’t an idiot; it was just an involuntary movement. She was nervous as hell. Oh, God, she didn’t s
ay that out loud, did she? Or that? If they were in fact swear words. Were they? She was going to have to get Tyler to put that down on paper because she really needed to be clear of these things. She didn’t want to end up with that soap again when it was a total accident. Cursing was a bit like beauty; it was in the eye of the beholder. One person’s profanity was another man’s or woman’s stress release or adjective.
“WHITNEY.”
“Sorry,” she said quickly before moving herself along.
“You need to listen.”
“I was, I was, just um, sorry.” Ok, she was naked and her husband was about to spank her; there was really no point trying to explain her thoughts. She wasn’t even sure that she could or should.
“There’s no point in me going over why you’re being spanked this time. You know full well what you did.” He took her hand, tucked her under his arm, and slapped her bare bottom hard several times.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Whitney squealed, accidentally dancing up and down on his toes.
“Stand still,” Tyler said before tightening his hold to support her.
“I can’t!” she hollered.
“Ok, then.” Tyler released his hold and let her stand again.
For a split second Whitney let herself believe that he had changed his mind or thought that she’d had enough, but she soon found herself being towed into the bedroom where there was soft carpeting. “What’re you doing?”
“You can’t stand still so you’ll have to lie still.” He sat down against the wall and patted his lap.
Whitney hesitated.
“Now.”
“Ok, I am.” She climbed over his lap and tried to make herself comfortable, her bottom clenched tightly in anticipation. The first spank didn’t land on either of her tight pink cheeks, but firmly across her right thigh and then across the left.
“Ow.” Whitney’s eyes filled with tears as Tyler walloped her poor bottom and thighs relentlessly, ignoring her pleas. By the time he stopped she was a sobbing mess.
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