He tossed her a large t-shirt. “You can wear this, no panties. Come on now.”
“But Dash,” she whimpered as she placed the shirt over her head and followed him. “I’m really sorry.” And sore, she was really sore.
They walked into the kitchen to find Eliot at the fridge. He pulled out some yoghurt then grabbed an apple from the basket, placing them on the table.
“Have fun?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. Addy couldn’t help but smile at him even as she stood, not wanting to sit after her punishment.
“Sit, Addy, eat,” Eliot ordered.
“I don’t want to.” No way did she want to sit on her bottom.
Eliot just stared at her, waiting for her to comply. She sat with a hiss then picked up the apple. A glass of juice and her vitamins were placed on the table. She swallowed them down, eating as quickly as she could so she could stand again.
“Right, we need to talk about the rest of your punishment,” Eliot said.
“But I—”
“You don’t want to talk right now, Addy-girl,” Eliot said quietly. She stopped fidgeting and listened.
“For the next week there will be no TV, no computer and no phone. You are not permitted to see your friends or to leave the property.”
Addy’s jaw dropped. “You have got to be kidding me! Who the hell do you two think you a-www?”
She screamed as Eliot grabbed her by the waist and deposited her face down on his lap. His hand descended heavily on her bare bottom. It wasn’t long until Addy was screaming her apology, her legs kicking as she attempted to free herself. But he didn’t stop until she had collapsed, limp, unable to speak.
When she found herself on her feet, Addy reached back to rub her bottom only to have Dash grab her hands and place them on top of her head. He then prodded her over to the corner and pushed her nose against the wall. He patted her on the bottom gently, but even that slight touch was enough to have her hissing.
“You just stay there and have a nice, long think about the attitude, darling,” he murmured.
*****
“Bend over.”
Michelle couldn’t hold in the whimper at the hard command. She’d just finished the dinner dishes and had hoped to sneak off to bed early. No such luck.
“Now, Michelle, before I add to what you have coming.”
Michelle took a step backward, before she split her legs and bent over. The t-shirt she wore rode up over her back, baring her to her husband’s gaze.
Rick was still upset with her. Not just for her disobedience during the weekend, but also for the way she’d treated Addy.
“How often are you going to punish me, Rick?” she asked tearfully. “I really am sorry.”
He sighed. “Are you? I don’t know. I feel like you’re not being truthful with yourself, Michelle. Stand up.”
She stood and looked at him in surprise, shocked by the weariness in his eyes. She felt a stab of panic. Was he getting sick of her?
“Come here.” He held out his hand and she eagerly walked over to him, needing reassurance. He tugged her onto his lap and held her tight.
“Miche
lle, do you feel that you need to be punished?” Rick asked.
She shifted now, uncomfortable. She hated talking about punishments and discipline. Felt silly and unsure even after two years of marriage to this man.
“No,” she replied, not certain whether she was speaking the truth or not.
“So you believe your life would be better, our life together would be improved, if I didn’t discipline you?” he asked.