N i g h t O w l
“That was great,” he said, leaning lazily back into his chair. He glanced down at the table, topped with empty dishes and plates.
She smiled at him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’ll make us some coffee.” He pushed back his chair and rose from his seat.
“Good idea,” she agreed.
He paused as he walked by her. Cupping her cheek in one of his hands, he bent over and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you.”
The smile on her face grew, and she let out a small laugh. Getting up herself, she began clearing the table.
With a coffee mug in one hand and hugging her laptop to her body in another she walked into the living room. Plopping down at the end of the couch, she placed her mug on the end table. She sat cross-legged, laptop resting on her thighs. He settled down next to her and turned on the television.
“Is this going to bother you?” he asked, motioning with the remote. “I can watch it in the bedroom if you’d like.”
“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “I just need to go over some figures.”
He tuned into the television as she focused on the screen in front of her. With the night news rambling in the background she plunged into her work. Absorbed with her task she remained oblivious to the passing time. He startled her when he put his hand on knee. Looking at the corner of her screen she was amazed at the time.
Turning off the television he stretched and yawned. “I’m going to bed.”
She watched him, stretching out her stiff legs as well.
“I’ll be there in a little bit. I just want to finish this.”
“It’s kind of late.” He directed his eyes towards a clock on the wall before looking back at her again.
“I know,” she said, knowing he hated her night owl habits. “A few more minutes”
“Ok.” He gave her a kiss before disappearing into their bedroom.
She could hear him getting ready for bed; drawers opening and closing. Giving herself another half hour to work she turned her attention back to the open file while hearing running water from the bathroom. Trying to work out the discrepancies in the figures she zoned out once more.
Coming out of the bedroom, he walked over to her, and pushed down the lid of the laptop.
“Hey! I was working on that!” she protested. She looked up to see his annoyed face in front of her. He pointed to a wall clock.
Although irritated with him herself, sensitive to any unhappiness on his part towards her, she forced a smile. “I’m going, I’m going,” she chanted hurriedly. Putting the laptop on the coffee table she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
He lay in bed by the time she entered the room. Changing from her jeans and sweater to a nightgown she crawled under the covers next to him. She rested her head on his arm, allowing him to envelope her with his warmth.
“Good night,” he said, already falling asleep.
“Good night.”
Twenty minutes later sleep continued to elude her. Bold, red letters stood out in the darkness as her eyes watched the minutes slowly change. She made another attempt at shutting her eyes but found herself wide awake. Rolling gently, she slipped out from under his embrace. The creaking of the bed sounded deafeningly loud contrasted with the silence of the room. Taking great pains to remain as silent as possible, she grabbed a shawl and slippers, and walked out of the room, shutting the door ever so slightly.
She walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Standing in the darkness, she let out a sigh before moving into the living room. Tired of working she ignored her laptop and curled up with the book she had casually tossed on the coffee table earlier in the afternoon. Resting her head on the arm of the couch she fell into a world of suspense and mystery.
Out of nowhere, a hand snatched the book out of hers, and tossed it back onto the coffee table. He loomed threateningly over her, and she cringed inwardly. Before she could manage a coherent sentence, he pulled her to her feet. Holding onto her upper arm, he landed several hard swats to her bottom.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” he asked, both hands on his hips.
“Ow- That hurts!” Her hands hurried to rub away the sting in the bottom.
“You think that hurts? We haven’t even started yet,” he threatened. Taking hold of her arm once more, he dragged her back into the bedroom.
When he let go of her arm to shut the door, she rushed away from him, taking refuge on the other side of the bed. Rather than chase her he straightened and crossed his arms.
“Come here.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“I’m not going to chase you.”
“But I don’t want you to spank me!” she protested.
“Too bad. You’re getting spanked. Do you want me to use the hairbrush instead of my hand?”
“No!” she whined.
He pointed to a spot in front of him. “Then come here.”
Unable to think of another alternative, she reluctantly moved towards the designated spot. When close enough, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him as he took a seat on the bed. Unsure of where to look and what to do, she stood helplessly in front of him. He pulled the shawl from her shoulders and placed it beside him.
With a firm tug, he pulled her over his lap. Instinctively her hands reached for the carpet in an attempt to steady herself. Her hair fell along her shoulders, almost touching the floor. She blushed as she felt the lower part of her dress being pulled up to expose her panties. His hand rested on her bottom.
“I’m an adult,” she said, knowing her position proved the contrary. “I can decide when to go to bed.”
He answered with a smack that stung through her panties.
She yelped shrilly. “Ow! That hurt!”
“Good,” he said. “It’s going to hurt a lot more in a minute.” Hooking his thumbs into her panties he slid them down to her thighs.
“Please,” she begged. Although fully aware of the futility of her actions she threw a hand behind her.
“Move your hand.”
It stayed.
“Move your hand,” he ordered again. This time ominously adding, “If that hand comes back even once you’ll be sorry.”
Reluctantly, she brought it back in front of her. The densely packed fibers of the carpet cushioned her palms and toes.
Without anymore delay, he spanked her. She bit her tongue to prevent the flood of curse words filling her mind knowing that they would worsen rather than help her situation. Her body tensed with the sharp pain building in her backside. Unconsciously one foot began to lift slightly off the ground.
“Owwww,” she whimpered. The lifting foot dropped to tap the floor repetitively.
She inhaled deeply. Holding her breath momentarily, she slowly exhaled, trying to maintain control. She could feel her face flush from the pressure.
He spanked silently. One armed her pinned her to him tightly. Despite her squirming, his hand connected with its intended target. Focused on methodologically covering her bottom with deliberate spanks, he watched her bottom turn from its natural shade to a bright red. Her squirming intensified.
She fought the overwhelming urge to cover herself. Without anything to grab for support, her fingers curled beneath into her palms. She pressed them into the carpet. Soon exhausted from her kicking and frantic attempts at escape, the dam holding back her tears broke.
“Are you going to stop going to bed at some ungodly hour?” he asked.
She sniffled. “Yes.”
“Are we going to have to repeat this discussion?”
Sniffled again. “No.”
“Good,” he replied. He paused for a second. “Just to be sure…”
“No, no, no, no!” she squealed. Her legs flailed obscenely as she attempted to escape the hard swats now landing on the backs of her thighs.
He stopped. “Get up,” he said, adding a sharp swat to her bottom.
With shaky legs she pushed herself off his lap. She stood crying, unable to anything other than rub. Bending slightly over, he reached down to help pull up her panties. She allowed herself to be tugged gently towards him. Still crying she sat on his lap. He ran a hand through her hair soothingly. Exhausted, she yawned and closed her eyes, putting her head on his shoulder.
