“Drew, have you seen my briefcase?” Chloe asked as I took my final step down the stairs.
It was six-thirty in the morning. I hadn’t intended to get up this early on my day off, but when I’d rolled over in bed and tried to pull my wife closer, I’d discovered she wasn’t there, on our first day off. With our busy work schedules throughout the year, we hadn’t been able to spend much time together. So, Chloe and I decided to take a week off at Christmas, to reconnect.
“Your briefcase? Why would you need that?” I asked, walking into the living room, where she was bending down looking under the coffee table and moving pillows. I couldn’t imagine why she’d need it on the first day of our stay-cation.
While I was dressed in nothing but my boxers and a t-shirt, my wife was dressed in one of her business suits and her gorgeous red hair was done up in a high ponytail.
She straightened and turned toward me. Her face was flushed and she avoided eye contact. “I need to go to work today.”
“What? You told me that you were going to take this week off. We both decided to, so we could reconnect and celebrate Christmas all week long.”
As she looked guiltier by the second, biting her lip and avoiding my gaze, I found myself waking up more and as I did, I was getting angrier and angrier. My naughty submissive had lied to me.
“I know,” she murmured, while tucking her bangs behind her ear and still not looking at me, “but, something big came up and I need to go in. Aha! I remember where I put it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room.
Following after her, I took a couple of deep breaths, to curb my frustration. I didn’t want to start my day off with arguing with my wife, but I would if I had to.
When I reached the doorway, she was shrugging on her coat, her briefcase lying beside her on the kitchen chair.
“I found it,” she announced.
“That’s good, sweetheart. But might I remind you that you promised me that you would be taking this week off? It’s two days before Christmas. We were supposed to get the house ready, play out in the snow, bake cookies, and build a gingerbread house, among other fun things.”
From the sudden blush of her cheeks, she knew what I meant by fun things.
“I know, honey,” she said, taking a step closer to me, finally looking me in the eye. “But, as I told you before, something really important came up at work and I have to go.”
My lips pursed together as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Don’t you think our marriage is a bit more important than your work? It’s been weeks since you regressed to your little headspace. I know how much you need it and that you’re denying yourself that relaxation. Also, when was the last time that we had sex? I miss my feisty submissive.”
Along with being my wife, Chloe was also my submissive and little girl. She enjoyed being able to regress to a younger age, in order to let go of her stresses for a while. It brought me a feeling of satisfaction knowing that when she did age down, I could provide for her and keep her safe. When she wasn’t acting as my little girl, she acted as an adult.
We both thoroughly enjoyed kinky play in the bedroom and outside of it; she had a set of rules to follow and if she broke the rules, she would get punished. Tonight, her butt was going to be as red as a fire truck because she’d broken one of her promises to me.
I didn’t enjoy punishing her. However, I knew that this was what she and I needed. She liked having rules to follow and when we went for long periods of time, like now, where we didn’t get any kinky play in or she didn’t have time to relax as my baby girl, things became strained between us.
She looked sheepishly at me.
“That’s why I wanted you to take this week off, baby girl. It might sound silly, but I need the naughty parts of our lives as much as you do.”
She avoided eye contact with me again, as she bit her lip, something she only did when she was nervous.
“Honey, I understand what you’re saying and where you’re coming from, but I need to go to work today.” She picked up her briefcase and as she walked past me, leaned up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek before she left.
Standing alone in the kitchen, I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a few more deep breaths to calm myself. I would make sure that she understood that lying to me and putting our marriage second wasn’t an option.
Walking over to the coffeepot, I took my cup that was next to it and poured myself a drink. I took a long sip of it, hoping the caffeine would jumpstart my patience with my naughty little girl. She was going to need it.
As I drank, I thought about the things I had planned for us to do today. We were going to build a snowman with the foot of snow outside, and bake Christmas cookies while listening to Christmas music.
Afterwards, I had planned to watch silly Christmas movies with her. Now, all of that would have to be moved to a later date.
Sighing, I took my coffee cup and headed toward the office that my wife and I shared. I guess if she was going to work, I might as well respond to some office emails.
“I’m home, honey,” I called as I walked through the door. It felt so amazing to be inside the heated house after coming from my frozen car, Betsy. She conveniently decided to stop heating her interior halfway on my trip home. So, I felt frozen.
I took my coat off and hung it up in the closet before heading into the kitchen. The oven light was on and the entire room smelled delicious. Peeking inside, I could see that Drew had some of his famous pork chops cooking. I loved those so much, but was a bit surprised to see that it looked like they had just been put in. They wouldn’t be done for at least two hours.
Normally, if I had to work and he got home first, he had dinner ready or almost ready by the time I walked through the door.
“I’m upstairs,” I heard Drew’s voice call.
Closing the oven, I headed up the stairs to my husband. With each step I took, I felt more and more awful about how we had left things this morning. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings or break a promise, but I had a really good reason why I had to do it. The only inconvenient part about that reason was I couldn’t tell him it until Christmas Day.
I was hoping that he would be understanding and forget about our small dispute this morning, but when I entered our bedroom, I realized that wouldn’t be the case.
He was standing next to the bed wearing a tight black shirt and pair of form-fitting jeans. Both clothing items showed off his strong muscles. He held in his right hand my wooden oval hairbrush. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed together. This wasn’t a good sign for my backside.
“What’s going on?” I asked, a bit confused. When I left this morning, he didn’t tell me that I had earned a punishment. So, what happened between then and now?
One of his eyebrows rose in disbelief as he asked, “Do you not remember the conversation that we had three weeks ago, when we both promised to take this week off, so we could reconnect?”
So, it was about me going to work this morning. I knew I should have woken up earlier, so he wouldn’t have seen me. If only I hadn’t lost my damn briefcase.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied when I realized he was still waiting for an answer.
“If you remembered that conversation, then why did you go into work today?”
Crap! I couldn’t tell him the truth or else it would wreck my surprise for him.
“I told you… something came up and I had to go in.”
“So on top of everything else, you’re going to lie to me? Really?” He crossed his arms over his chest, his bicep muscles bulging even more than they had been before. “I’m going to give you one last chance, young lady. Tell me why you went into work today when you promised me that you would take the time off.”
His tone of voice was so cold. It made me feel horrible when all I wanted to do was jump into his arms and cuddle with him and tell him the truth. But I couldn’t do that. So, I decided for the next best thing.
“I can’t say. I’m sorry.”
He let his free hand run through his chocolate brown hair as he closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
I felt even worse now for making him upset, but I couldn’t tell him the truth.
Finally, when he opened his eyes, he looked at me with determination.
“All right. Tonight, you are going to be punished for breaking your promise to me to take today and the rest of this week off of work. After your punishment, we’ll go and eat dinner and after that, you will send an email to your boss and tell her that you will not be back into work for the rest of the week.”
I was about to protest, but he raised his hand to stop me.
“Seeing as it’s Christmas in two days, I’m also positive that she’ll understand.”
Feeling defeated, I let my shoulders drop down. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, strip and lay yourself across my lap. You will get a warmup with my hand and then ten spanks with the hairbrush,” he announced, taking a seat on our bed.
“Do you want to make it fifteen?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
I bowed my head forward in remorse.
“Do as I told you to do.”
I unbuttoned my red blouse slowly, trying to delay the punishment I had coming. I hated getting punished with my hairbrush. It was humiliating, for one. That was the item I used to brush my own red locks, or when I was acting younger, Daddy would brush it for me. After my spanking, having to use it would make my face so red as I remembered how it had been wielded the last time.
On top of that, I hated the way the brush felt when it was being exerted against me. It stung horribly! It felt like lightning was striking my ass, instead of a hairbrush.
“Chloe, if you continue to procrastinate, you’ll earn extra smacks.”
That statement had my hands moving quicker. I finished with the buttons and pulled off my shirt, my pants hurriedly followed, until I stood in only my matching red lace panty and bra set.
“Off with those too,” he commanded.
When I glanced his way, the bulge forming in his pants was hard to miss. Despite the situation, I felt a warmth wash over me, happy that even after all the years we’d been married, I still turned my husband on.
Once I was naked, I sashayed toward him until I reached his legs. Slowly, I bent over his lap and let my hands fall forward, fingertips to the floor, so I could steady myself and wouldn’t have to worry about falling. This also helped me resist the temptation to cover my bottom during my punishment. I had learned the hard way that doing so would result in extra strokes with whatever implement was being used.
He ran one hand over my backside and the other went into my hair, massaging my scalp in small circles—a tender sign of his love and reassurance no matter what was about to occur, before he tightened his grip, making sure I wouldn’t move.
I loved when my husband pulled my hair. It made it very clear who was in control and who was submitting.
“I hate having to do this, but you broke a promise. You’ve earned this punishment,” he admonished as he traced random patterns on my ass.
Without any warning, my spanking began. The first few smacks from his open sharp hand fell onto my cheeks in slow succession. They didn’t hurt all that much, but triggered enough anxiety to make my muscles tense up, causing the next couple of spanks to hurt even more.
“Relax,” he said in his gruff voice.
He spanked the center of my ass a bit harder. It stung worse than the spanks I had gotten before.
I had to use all my concentration to release the tension from my bottom. He was right. When my muscles tensed up, it caused even more pain than if I were relaxed.
He rubbed my bottom for two minutes and spread the heat all around. I wished that the punishment would be over now, instead of having to continue. The anticipation of how that brush would feel against my behind made each swat feel a bit worse.
The next few smacks heated my ass a bit more and made me bite my lip to keep from whimpering. I clenched my hands into small balls, hoping that the slight pain of my nails digging into my flesh would keep me focused on that, instead of the pain that was about to come.
“Your warmup is done. Now, it’s time for the next part, ten with the brush.”
Again, he rubbed my backside, spreading the heat and sting around and making my nervousness increase even more.
I held my breath, waiting for the first smack from the awful wooden brush. After what felt like an eternity, it came, quickly. The second, third, and fourth swats followed after, and they were all much more unforgiving than his hand had been.
“Ouch!” Tears formed behind my eyes, causing my vision to blur.
My ass felt like it had been stung by an entire hive of bees. Compared to how much Drew’s hand had hurt, the pain from the hairbrush was double. The wood had no give, and unlike a hand spanking, the pain from each swat was concentrated, making every area it punished sting. He landed two more spanks, this time on the skin right where my behind and thighs met.
“Ahh!” I cried out, “No more, please, Sir,” I begged. With my hands still on the floor, I tried to wiggle myself off his lap to avoid the last of my punishment. He tightened his grip on my hair, immobilizing me.
“You have four more strokes to go. Take them like a good girl.”
With that small bit of praise, I knew that I could do this. I wanted to make my husband proud.
When two more smacks landed, I let out a sob as more pain blossomed throughout my backside. It was the worst stinging feeling. I would take a regular hand spanking any day, over this one.
My arms began to shake. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold myself up.
He landed the last two swats on my sit spots, making me cry even harder as my arms gave out. I hung across his lap, submitting to anything else he wanted to do to me.
“It’s all done. You did so good, sweetheart.” He gently released his grip on my hair, letting my head slowly fall toward the floor as he massaged my tender backside.
All I could do was hang there and sob. My ass felt like it was on fire and it’d never go away as a wave of disappointment washed over me. It was my fault that I had landed in this position. I should have taken the week off like my husband had wanted me to do. But then I wouldn’t have been able to afford his surprise, I reminded myself.
After a moment, he repositioned me, so I was sitting on his lap. He pulled me close to him, rubbing my back and petting my hair as I continued to sob into his shoulder.
After several moments of this, I finally calmed down enough to apologize for my actions.
“I’m s-sorry, S-Sir.”
He gently took my chin in his fingers and tilted it up until my hazel eyes met with his green ones.
“You’re forgiven, sweetie. Now that we have your punishment behind us, we can move forward with this week.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
With a small smile, he bent down and laid the gentlest of kisses on my lips. “I love you, honey, always. You know that I punish you not because I like to, but because it’s what we both need to make our marriage happy.”
“I know that, Drew. I love you too,” I said, tilting my head up for another kiss.
After a moment, he pulled back and said, “I’d love to take this further, but I have many plans for you.”
That perked me up. “What type of plans?” I asked as I wiped my runny nose with the back of my hand. Not the most romantic thing, but that’s what happened after a good spanking session.
“Well, the first thing on my list is to get you a washcloth to run over your face.” He picked me up, carried me into the bathroom, and deposited me on the counter as he went to go get a washcloth.
Hissing, I tried to lift my butt from the surface. Any pressure to it right now was causing me pain.
“Stay still, moving will only hurt you more,” Drew commanded as he ran the cloth under warm water before handing it to me.
Once my face was cleaned, I handed him the rag back to him. He tossed it into our dirty laundry pile before picking me up and sitting back down on the bed with me in his arms. He was against the headboard with me between his parted thighs.
“The second thing on my list is to make you relax and I think I know the perfect way to do exactly that.” At his declaration, he nudged my thighs apart, enough so two of his fingers could slip into my slick channel. As his digits slid in and out of me, his thumb applied pressure onto my clit.
With all of the attention that my ass had just received, I didn’t require much touching to push me over the edge. I might have earned a punishment spanking, but that didn’t stop me from becoming aroused.
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
“Hmmm,” he muttered, as his fingers continued their delicious play against my swollen nub. “Since you took your punishment so well, you may come.”
My body tensed up until it burst with pleasure. My pelvis moved forward and backward as my pussy greedily fucked his fingers.
When my orgasm subsided, I leaned heavily against him. I was wiped out, as the combination of the spanking and the orgasm had sapped every bit of energy I had. “It’s time for your bath now, little girl.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. I wanted to eat first.
“Bath? What about dinner?”
I was starting to smell the delicious scents from his pork chops. It was one of my favorite meals that he made.
“Don’t worry about those. I started them late so we could take all the time we want now.”
I wanted to tell him that if it were up to me, we wouldn’t need any time. We could go eat now, but I didn’t want to risk it, seeing as my ass was still bright red.
He stood and once again carried me into the bathroom, depositing me on the counter as he went over to the bath and began to fill it with water.
After a moment, he came back to me and said, “Time to get all clean, young lady.” He helped me step into the rising warm water. The tub was filled with pink bubbles that smelled like bubble gum. My toy boat was floating, along with my two Mermaid Barbies.
Instantly, I could tell that the atmosphere had changed between us. No longer were we Sir and submissive; we were now Daddy and little girl.
“Sit down. The bubbles won’t hurt you,” he chuckled as he took a seat next to the tub.
Maybe this was true, but the hot water on my recently punished bottom sure smarted and made the sting even worse. “Ouch!”
“Breathe through the pain, sweetheart. It’ll go away soon.”
I closed my eyes and did as I was told. After a couple of seconds, I realized he was right, the pain was melting away! My daddy knew everything!
I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. “Do you want to play for a bit or get your washing done now and play after?”
“All right,” he chuckled. “I’m going to go downstairs to check on dinner. Call me if you need anything.”
He stood, leaving me alone with my toys. I grabbed a Barbie in each hand and started to play.
“Oh, Pink Mermaid, you look so pretty.”
“Why, thank you, Purple Mermaid, you do too. Would you like to see who is the fastest between the two of us?”
I raced them to the end of the tub and back.
“It’s a tie,” I shouted in my Pink Mermaid voice.
“Hey, do you wanna go sit on that boat?” her purple friend asked.
“Sure,” was Pink’s eager reply.
I brought both of the mermaids to the boat and had them sit there as I pushed it around, making sure that they saw all the sights of the bathtub. Their favorite was the ‘Faucet Waterfall.’
“How’s it going in here, sweetie?” Daddy asked when he returned, taking a seat on the step next to the tub.
“Good. I’m just giving my mermaids a ride on my boat. They really like the bathtub.”
“Really? What’s their favorite part?”
I reached for the water handle on the faucet, and turned it on and ran the boat underneath it. As it was midway through, the waterfall stopped.
“Hey!” I looked up at him, angry that he had turned my waterfall off before the boat had made it all the way through.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want you to overfill the bathtub.”
“But, my Barbies really liked the waterfall!” I protested. I needed to make him understand that he couldn’t turn off one of my Barbies’ favorite sights.
“Here, I can make them another waterfall, using the water that is currently in the tub.”
He reached for the cup that he used to wash my hair with, filled it with water, and then let the water flow over my boat.
“See, there’s your waterfall.”
“Oh! They love this new one! They think it’s even better than the old one!”
He continued to make the waterfall with the cup as my mermaids dove off the boat and swam around it.
All too soon, the waterfall stopped and he said, “Baby girl, play time is over, it’s time to wash you.”
“Five more minutes of play time!”
“No. Besides, if we went by your five minutes, we’d be here for another five hours.”
He took my toys out of the bath and dipped the pink washcloth into the water, before filling it with the lavender-scented body wash that I liked.
“Let’s do your back first.”
“Fine.” I knew there was no use arguing with him. Once my daddy made up his mind, it would be impossible to change.
He washed my back quickly, followed by my arms and my legs. When he ran the loofa over my nipples and between my thighs, I moaned at the friction caused by it. Those sweet feelings went away when he ran the loofa over my punished bottom. The loofa’s rough texture made my punished skin sting a little, although not nearly as bad as it had when I was being spanked.
“Time to wash your hair.”
He grabbed the cup that he had used as the makeshift waterfall, filling it and wetting my hair.
“Close your eyes and tilt your head back.”
I did as I was told and sighed when he began massaging my scalp. My daddy gave the very best scalp massages.
He rinsed my hair a couple more times and finally declared, “Time to get out.”
Before I could protest, he pulled the plug and was standing up, holding my big, thick towel wide open.
Carefully stepping out of the tub, I went into his arms and closed my eyes as he gently and quite thoroughly dried me off.
“What pajamas do you want to wear tonight, honey?”
“My polka-dot ones!” I loved those pajamas. They were a pair of footie pajamas and were so pretty and kept me super warm, especially during winter.
“Let’s go into the bedroom and I’ll grab them for you.”
I followed him into our room and watched as he pulled out the ones I required, a pair of polka-dot panties, and a pink sports bra to match.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
While holding onto his broad shoulders for balance, I stepped into the panties he held open for me. Next came my sports bra that he pulled over my head and adjusted over my breasts, before he helped me into my footie jammies.
“All dressed!” I declared, smiling when he zipped me up.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, grinning gently down at me. I loved when he looked at me like that; it melted my heart. “Now it’s time to brush your hair. Can you grab your hairbrush and come sit on the bed?”
I felt my cheeks heat up when I reached for my brush, the same one he had just used to spank me. In my hand, it didn’t feel heavy or like it would hurt if used for a spanking, but I knew differently. When I handed it to him, he had a knowing look on his face as he thanked me.
I sat between his legs on the bed as he began to brush out my hair. My embarrassment disappeared when he began pulling it through my damp locks. This felt equally as good as when he massaged my scalp.
It felt so relaxing that I began to doze off. After the day I had, I was wiped.
“Hey, no falling asleep on me. We still need to eat dinner.”
The mention of food had me perking up as my stomach let out a grumble.
“Someone sounds hungry.”
“Yes, Sir. Especially when it comes to your pork chops. I love them.”
“Thank you, baby girl. We’re all done brushing out your hair, so we can go eat.”
When he bent to pick me up, I decided that I wanted to go downstairs a different way.
“Piggyback ride, please.”
He smiled down at me and agreed, hunkering down a bit with his back to me.
When we entered the kitchen, he sat me in one of the kitchen chairs. There was already a glass of milk there with a curly straw in it.
I loved curly straws. They were so fun to watch as the liquid went up them before entering my mouth.
“Here’s your plate, honey.”
He placed my Scooby Doo-themed plate down in front of me. It had a pork chop already cut up, some mashed potatoes, and broccoli on it. I was so hungry that I wasn’t even going to complain about having to eat the broccoli.
We ate in silence for a few minutes, both of us devouring our late dinners.
As I sat there, I thought about what I was going to do tomorrow. The truth was I had discussed with my boss about taking Christmas week off three weeks ago and she had been fine with it. She actually insisted that I did because of how hard I’ve worked this year. Despite that, I was still hoping that I could get up early tomorrow and sneak into the office for a couple of hours and be home before Daddy woke up.
I really needed to put in these last couple of extra hours. It was important for this Christmas.
“Oh, look, it’s snowing,” Drew commented.
I looked out our kitchen window at the fluffy white flakes that were falling. Hopefully, it would stop soon or else the roads would be terrible for tomorrow. I had heard on the weather report today that a big storm was supposed to hit us tonight and continue into the morning, but I was hoping that the meteorologist was wrong.
“Yes, it is. Are you excited for tomorrow, honey? I have a bunch of things planned. The first is to sleep in. It’ll be so nice not having to get up early to go to work.”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled, taking a sip of my milk to hide my guilty expression.
“Once we wake up, we can make cookies, play in the snow, and later, relax around a warm fire.”
“Sounds great to me.” I knew that I would have to plan tomorrow morning out carefully. No matter what, I’d have to be back at the house by ten o’clock, or else my ass would be grass.