S a t u r d a y   M o r n i n g

 

The rays of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the Venetian blinds. Eyes still closed, she rolled onto her side expecting to find a familiar sensation of warmth beside her. Feeling nothing she reached out an arm, running her hand up and down Egyptian cotton. Half-awake she peeked open her eyes to see his side empty. Only an impression of his body, where he had slept the night before, remained. Sitting up, she reached for her alarm clock on the nightstand. 7:08 .

Christ, she thought to herself. Reluctantly she rolled out of bed. The hardwood floors felt cool beneath her feet as she made her way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Reaching the end, she saw him on the couch, already dressed and showered, with his laptop and various papers strewn before him on the coffee table.

Silently she crept up behind him. “Good morning,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning.” He gave her a kiss in return.

She made her way around the couch. Denied her customary weekend morning snuggle in bed, she curled up next to him, placing her head sleepily on his chest. Dressed in only a t-shirt and panties, she stretched her bare legs over his lap. As expected he placed a hand on her thigh.

She turned her head up to look at him and gave him a playful frown. “I thought after last night you’d want to stay in bed.”

He laughed, and gave her a kiss on the head. “I did, but I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d work on my article.”

“Only you would get up this early on a Saturday,” she teased, wrinkling her nose.

“If you had your way we’d stay in bed all day,” he joked back.

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked. Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly slipped her hand underneath the elastic of his boxers.

“Nothing,” he said as he stopped her hand, “except some of us need to work for a living sometimes.”

He gave her a couple love pats to her thigh. “Come on. As much as I would love to do that, I need to get back to work.”

“But it’s Saturday!” she complained.

“I know, but my editor really wants this article in as soon as possible.”

A little hurt by his rejection, she pulled away from him, abruptly getting to her feet. “Fine,” she said, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll be done soon. Let m…” he began, holding onto her hand.

Without a word she quickly snatched her hand away, stalking off in the direction of the bathroom.

“Hey!” he called. The slight harshness in his voice caused her to turn around and look back. “I was talking to you,” he continued.

She replied without thinking. “And I wasn’t listening.”

“Excuse me?” The warning was unmistakable in his voice. He rose out of his seat. “You’d better watch that attitude, little girl.”

She stared back at him defiantly, unwilling to give.

“It’s early. Go back to bed. I’ll wake you up when I’m done,” he suggested, his voice a little softer.

“I’m not some cranky child who needs to be sent to bed,” she snapped indignantly.

“You’re acting like one.”

“I’m not!” she argued.

“I’m not going to argue with you. You’d better be in that room by the time I count to three,” he threatened. He took a few steps toward her. “One… Two…”

She remained motionless, maintaining her defiant pose. Just as his mouth opened to count the final number, she relented. “Ok, ok. I’m going.”

“Ass,” she mumbled under her breath as she turned away from him.

Before she managed to take two steps she felt his hand grab her upper arm. The next second she felt her panties being yanked down, and the second after that, a hand smacking her behind.

“Owww!” she squealed, trying to pull away from him.

“You’re really pushing it today, aren’t you?” he asked. He landed a few more stinging slaps.

With him holding onto her arm, she had little choice but to waddle behind him down the hallway and to their bedroom, her panties hindering her movement. Inside, he took a seat on the bed, pulling her to stand in front of him. Conscious of the absence of her panties, she attempted to pull down the bottom of her t-shirt in order to cover herself.

He gave her a stern look. “What’s wrong with you this morning?”

She looked away and fidgeted with edge of her shirt, saying nothing.

“Would it have killed you to give me an hour or two?”

“You’ve been working so much this week. I just wanted you to pay attention to me,” she explained pathetically. “It’s Saturday…”

“Well, now you have my full attention,” he stated evenly.

“But I don’t want this kind of attention!” she whined,

“What did you think was going to happen with that attitude and mouth of yours?”

“I don’t know!” was her mumbled reply. Nervously she took several small steps backwards.

He pointed to a spot right in front of him. “Come back here,” he ordered.

Comfortable with more distance between them, she shook her head.

“See,” he said exasperated, “this is exactly what I mean.” Partially getting up, he reached for her wrist, and pulled her over his lap.

Despite her struggles, she found herself in a familiar, dreaded position; face close to the floor, her feet and hands scrambling to give her some sense of balance.

“No, no, no,” she protested, trying to bring herself back upright.

His answer was wordless, a series of spanks to her now upturned bottom. The sound of his hand meeting her backside filled the room with an almost deafening echo. Up, down, right, and left, his hand did not fail to meet its intended target, over and over again.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed, trying her best to wriggle away.

“Oh, you will be,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“But I’m sorry now!” she insisted, drumming her feet against the floor.

She threw her hand back in attempt to protect her bottom from his unrelenting hand. Much to her dismay, he merely focused his attention on the lower area of her back side and upper thighs. Wisely, she moved her hand.

“Stop!” she shrieked. “It hurts. It really hurts!”

Again, he calmly replied, “I’m sure it does.”

Wordlessly, he continued to spank her for several minutes as she continued to plead and beg for a reprieve.

Frustrated and in pain, she felt her eyes well up with tears. Bottom burning, she pulled and twisted on his lap, hoping for some way to escape his hand. Although only inches away from the floor, her vision blurred, she cried unaware of the puddle of tears forming in front of her.

He stopped and rested a hand on her bottom.

“Oh, no. We’re not done yet,” he said when she attempted to rise.

Desperately, although with no real hope, her hand flew back once more. Unlike before, he shifted her weight and pinned her hand to her back. Having reestablished his grip, he continued her spanking, his swats harder than before.

“No more, no more, no more,” she pleaded, kicking her feet wildly in the air.

“Will you give me attitude again?” he asked.

“Oh, please,” she begged.

“Answer the question,” he ordered, punctuating each word with an extremely harsh swat. “Will you give me attitude again?”
“No!” she answered emphatically. “I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!”

“No, what?”

“No, sir,” she cried.

“Are you sure?” he pressed, adding to her embarrassment.

“Yes, sir.”

He finished with a flurry of spanks before letting her up. Beyond caring about appearances, her hands immediately flew to grab her bottom as she shifted from foot to foot. She could feel the heat radiating from her as she frantically tried to rub the sting away.

He pulled her towards him, and she sat on his lap, her arms around his neck. She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back soothingly.

“This better not happen again or next time I’ll use the hairbrush.” He whispered the threat into her ear. “Do you understand?”

She whimpered and nodded.

After putting her back on her feet, he stood up and lifted the comforter. “I think you should go to bed for a little while now.” It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Sniffling, but without complaint, crawled into bed.

“Just give me a little bit of time, ok?” He gave her a small kiss on the lips and smoothed the hair out of her face.

She nodded, pulling the comforter closer to her, wishing she had stayed in bed. He made sure she was settled before turning to walk away. “Hey, kiddo,” he said, pausing at the door. “I love you.”

With her bottom still throbbing she gave him a small smile. “I love you too.”