A Bad Day at the Office, a tale by JayTee

Simon opened the front door, walked into the Hall and saw Meggie’s work suit on the hanger in the coat alcove, so knew she was home. He called “Hi Sweetheart” as he quickly hung his own blazer and slacks on an adjacent hanger, donning the long silky dressing gown, musing again what a good buy these had been. Both he and Meggie felt far more comfortable changing like this, it was almost like shedding your work cares. Simon walked through the dining/work room towards the kitchen, noting in passing that Meggie had already set the table for their evening meal.

As he walked into the kitchen Simon saw his wife at the stove adjusting the heat under one of the pans. He walked up behind her rested his hands on her hips and kissed the nape of her neck, murmuring, “hello babe, good day?” He felt Meggie squirm and twist her head briefly brush her lips against his. She turned back to the stove and said “I’ll be right with you, everything’s on now” She lifted a pan lid, peered into it and nodded before replacing the lid.

Meggie turned to Simon, eased him away to arms length and said “Fifteen minutes and we can eat love, but you asked me if I had a good day. Well actually I haven’t, that blasted Sara in customer care has been reported again for her attitude to our customers. I had to conduct an informal interview, and then send her a letter confirming what we talked about. She only has four months left on her probation and I don’t think she will make it. I’ve arranged for her to go on an effective communication course but I don’t think she has the sense to connect today’s interview with the course, take the hint and mend her ways. That made me late collating the new customer response feedback forms. So all afternoon I had to play catch up between appointments, you know I hate that. My mood just got shittier all afternoon.” Meggie stopped talking suddenly and looked drained.

Simon stood with his head cocked to one side, listening carefully to Meggie, he knew how dedicated to her job she was, how good she was at it and how important a part of her life it was. He was, as ever, ready to offer comfort by word or deed to help his wife.

Meggie suddenly smiled ruefully and said “I’m sorry I am going to ruin your day too if I harp on aren’t I?”

“Not at all” Simon replied “You know we are always here to offer support to each other, whether a friendly ear or a cuddle. You scream if you like get it out of your system”

Meggie nodded gratefully, smiled weakly then said very seriously “Simon? Would you do me a favour please? Try something for me?”

“Yes of course, if I can” he replied instantly.

“Well, errrr“ Meggie said, still strangely hesitant “I don’t know if it will work but I know I need to break out of this mood. What I would like, err what I want to try is… Damn it “ Meggie took a deep breath and continued in a slower but more definite voice “We enjoy spanking but what I want you to do is spank me firmly, see if it will break this foul mood. I don’t want discipline like we hear about in the chatrooms, but please try this, see if it helps. I have thought a lot about it this afternoon sweetheart.”

Simon looked thoughtfully at Meggie, knowing she loved being spanked, but starting gently, working towards something firmer, and gradually increasing the pain to achieve the heat she craved and loved. This would be different, deliberately causing his beloved wife pain without a warm up. But as always he knew that he would acceded to his wife’s wishes because he trusted her to know her own mind, knew she would have thought this through.

“Very well sweetheart” he said with a nod, “when shall we do this?”

“Now please, before dinner” Meggie said “Then perhaps we can enjoy our dinner and the rest of the evening. If it doesn’t work we won’t have lost anything”

Without another word Simon held out his hand to Meggie and squeezed hers as she clasped his. He led Meggie through to the dining room and pulled a hard-backed chair clear of the table, disengaged his hand and went to close the curtains. The windows had nets and no one overlooked their garden but Simon thought privacy was essential in moments like this. Meggie was left by the chair, looking at it, feeling the butterflies in her stomach but determined to go through with this, in her mind she had already relinquished control to Simon, leaving all decisions to him.

When Simon returned and sat on the chair Meggie instinctively moved to a position to his right, she looked down at him and noticed he had an almost blank expression on his face, obviously because he never liked to hurt her and needed to approach this almost as a chore.

Simon reached across and unfastened the robe of Meggie’s dressing gown, gathered it at her side, then rolled down her panties past her knees. Then he put a hand around her waist to the small of her back and eased her forward. Meggie’s automatic reaction was to lean forward to go across his lap.

Meggie was a little surprised to find her hands touching the floor at one side of Simon, her toes at the other. She felt Simon’s hands on her hips easing her forward she unhesitatingly shuffled forward realising this positioned her bottom perfectly for him. Her buttocks she knew were right at the apex of her bent body. This position was nothing like their usual style of spanking where she stretched across his lap on the couch Never mind what she had said about chatrooms this was beginning to feel decidedly like discipline, as if a child of years ago was being punished. Meggie was feeling more and more trepidation at what was happening but she mentally shrugged and sent herself an internal message. “You asked for this, you made your bed so lie in it, trust Simon and see where this leads, it could work.” With that Meggie felt something inside settle and she positioned her hands and feet firmly on the floor, still knowing she had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so submissive to someone else’s will. All her senses were heightened, she could feel Simon’s thighs beneath her stomach, feel the texture of the carpet, but more than anything she was aware of the cool air on her poor naked exposed bottom

“OK Sweetheart” she heard Simon whisper, “will twelve firm spanks be alright?” Meggie did not hesitate, her decision had already been made, she just nodded and said “Yes Sir, thank you.” In their usual spanking games she deliberately called Simon Sir in fun, now she used the word without thought. She took a deep breath as she felt Simon’s left hand settle on the small of her back to steady her, his broad strong right hand rest on the top of her right cheek. She braced herself as she felt his hand lift from her now expectant cheeks.

SMACK SMACK The first two smacks landed on the top of her bottom, first on the right cheek then the left, Meggie let out a small explosive grunt of pain, this was unlike anything she had experienced for fun, the missing warm up changing things entirely.. Simon had delivered the smacks with a slow even rhythm but had followed through with the smack, not just snapped at the surface to sting. She couldn’t help but wriggle her bottom, but then forced herself to brace again, lying still, determined to trust and accept Simon’s judgement of her needs. Her bottom still felt so exposed, so vulnerable and she knew Simon would be watching it and her carefully.

As Simon raised his hand and delivered the first two firm spanks he watched his wife’s gorgeous orbs flatten under his hand then spring back, a definite white palm shape appeared almost immediately turning a deep pink as the blood rushed to the surface. He heard her soft grunt of pain, saw her wriggle then brace up again, hesitated, knowing the left hand on her back was not a restraint, that she could roll clear at any time. He positioned his hand in the centre of her right cheek then delivered six slow measured smacks.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

He alternated between the right and left cheek, but was careful to land on exactly the same place on each cheek, knowing that this would cause a crescendo of pain. Simon was ready for his wife to roll clear if she wanted to end this. At the same time he was enthralled by the way her bottom was reacting, the repeated spanks turning her lovely pert cheeks beyond pink to a deep crimson. His senses were so enhanced he was aware of everything, Meggie’s soft squeals, the sting in his palm, the colour of her buttocks, the delicious sound of his hand making contact.

When Meggie felt the third and fourth smacks land she gave a small gasp but thought to herself she could handle this, it hurt but not too much, she had been smacked as hard for fun albeit with a warm up and without the follow through into her muscles. As the fifth and sixth smacks landed on the same spots her eyes widened in shock as the pain intensified, she couldn’t help but let out a soft squealed “ow and ouch” at each impact. When Simon landed the seventh and eighth on the same spots the “ouches” were expelled as small squeals. Meggie’s whole mind was now concentrated on the pain emanating from those two small spots on her vulnerable bottom. She was vaguely aware of her bottom wriggling, without thinking she braced against the floor, even through the pain knowing she wanted to, needed to show Simon all the trust he deserved.

SMACK SMACK

As Meggie felt the ninth and tenth smacks land on the lowest parts of her two cheeks she still gasped but was almost relieved, she felt her heart lift as she now knew her trust in Simon was justified, he had read her limits. The pain from the centre of her bottom was intense but manageable, Meggie almost smiled to herself as she thought, “damn but if this doesn’t drive the badness out you are sure suffering for nothing.” As she became aware of her thoughts she realised she had been more scared really of letting Simon down after she had requested this, knowing he would not be entirely enjoying it. At that point Meggie decided she would accept the final two gifts with grace and gratitude. She now realised the heat spreading from her buttocks was spreading throughout her lower body. She almost proudly now braced herself.

Simon saw the softest parts of Meggie’s two offered cheeks flatten and turn pink, feeling the sting in his palm, seeing Meggie’s bottom wriggling then hesitating and carefully studying her naked vulnerable cheeks. He knew he had warmed the top and bottom of each orb and that the heat in the centre would be intense. He decided the only uncovered spots were between the top and middle, the middle and lower region. He positioned his hand across the middle of Meggie’s bottom, his hand between the top pink patch and the crimson middle. His large hand was straddling the crack of his wife’s bottom, touching each cheek. He lifted his hand and brought it down firmly.

SMACK SMACK

Both times he landed on his chosen spots and realised his hand must also have come into contact with that so red, tender centre because he heard Meggie again gasp out a soft squeal. He sighed and rested his hand, gazing in awe at the colours he had painted onto this most wonderful palette that was his wife’s bottom. Now he had completed this spanking he lost the blank expression and began to analyse his feelings. He felt guilt at the pain he had inflicted, but he also felt enormously proud of his spouse, in the love and total trust her submission had demonstrated. He fervently wished this would cure what ailed his wife.

As the last two smacks landed Meggie heard herself squeal again, felt her bottom wriggle and felt tears begin to flow. She knew it wasn’t the pain, she had already absorbed that into herself, she felt emotions tumbling out of her. The anger and frustration at her silly, soon to be ex colleague, the love she felt for a husband who would try anything to help her, the pride she felt at the gift she had shared all poured out of her with the tears. She felt Simon’s left hand stroking her spine as he tried to communicate his love for her and was content to lie there and weep gently. To let every drop of the poison that was in her psyche drain from her.

Simon looked down at his wife’s blazing bottom and was content to stroke her back and allow whatever was happening to her take it’s course. He desperately hoped she understood his need to share their love but also felt she needed time to come to some sort of balance. The sight of his wife still in that most submissive pose and the condition of her red cheeks were a source of wonder to him. He felt Meggie’s sobs slow and stop, heard her breathing become shallow and steady, knew that she had found some peace.

Meggie’s mind was alternating between the intense heat in her bottom that was spreading inside and the outpouring of rotten emotions. She let herself cry freely but as the earlier bad mood and frustration left her she calmed down and became aware of only the heat and the fact her bottom was still high in the air, on display and in that highly vulnerable and undignified pose. As she braced herself to stand up she heard the timer alarm on the oven go off and knew she had one minute to drain all the veggies. She stood up, wiped her face and rubbed her bottom ruefully as she turned to face Simon.

“I don’t know what we did or how we did it” Meggie said. “But I do know somehow it worked, I feel great now.” Meggie grinned cheekily, “My bottom hurts but my mood is wonderful now, thank you Sir.” Meggie curtsied theatrically then kicked free the panties that had fallen at her feet. Simon stood to hug his wife close, tilted her face up to his with fingertips under her chin, and kissed her forehead. “You are so very welcome sweetheart,” he said, feeling utter relief that his wife was not just okay but happy. Meggie smiled and twisted free, giggled “Dinner” as she ran through to the kitchen. Simon watched her go her beautiful red bottom being covered as he robe sprung free and wrapped itself round her again.

Later, as they were eating their beef and vegetables dinner, Meggie was still shifting on her hard seat as the fire in her bottom subsided but was obviously going to be with her for some time. She looked across at Simon and said “Sweetheart, As I said I am not sure what just happened but I do know it worked, I really do feel good now, lighter than air. I think I still prefer fun spanking but you must agree that was one of the most intense experiences ever. You know I don’t get in moods like that often but in future if I do I will ask you to repeat today’s experience. Honestly I will try not to let it happen much.” Meggie wriggled on her chair, “I couldn’t stand many moods like that” she giggled, then became serious again. “The other thing is if you sense I am heading towards that sort of mood crisis I would like you to tell me and suggest a spanking might be in order. You know in all our marriage I have only once or twice unfairly taken my mood out on you and been petulant and bitchy. I think we should use this to end such escapades quickly so they don’t drag on for days.”

Simon reached across to take her hand, raise it to his lips and kiss her knuckles. “Anything you wish, my love” he murmured. “Later I want to inspect your bottom, make sure you are not bruised, and should I massage it with lavender oil?”

Meggie smiled at memories of previous bottom massages conducted after fun spankings. For some reason Simon always seemed to think they should include her whole body, even her toes, her head and breasts. She chewed thoughtfully swallowed and looked up with that wonderful impudent grin that sent a shiver of anticipation through her husband. “In that case sweetheart, can we go to bed early, take the ice cream I have planned for dessert with us? Maybe stay there and watch the film together?”

“Approved sweetie” was all he said as he attacked his food with renewed gusto.

The End © Copyright J{t}