Chapter 3 #2
Zoey moaned as she reached out in front of her and grasped the edge of the table, forcing her to stretch her arms out all the way. She had to shimmy a bit to reach it, making her legs dangle a good few inches off the floor.
“Don’t let go of the edge and keep your eyes facing forward,” she heard Evan say. She stiffened when she heard him walk away and one of the kitchen drawers open. Several times in the short period, she was tempted to look over her shoulder, but she could tell Evan was angry enough as it was.
Evan didn’t keep her waiting long. He found what he was looking for immediately.
The large wooden spoon had a head the size of a baseball and was about a half inch at its thickest point.
It was just over a foot long. He snapped it against his palm experimentally and grinned in approval. It would leave a nice, healthy sting.
“Look at me, Zoey,” Evan ordered once he was standing directly behind her skirt-covered bottom.
Zoey did so nervously, looking at him with sorrowful eyes that widened upon taking in the sight of the large wooden spoon Evan held like a weapon.
“Evan, please,” she begged, her lower lip poking out. “I really just wanted to help you. Is that such a bad thing?”
Evan’s response was to raise a dark eyebrow and flip the back of her skirt up.
He smirked at Zoey’s choice of undergarments for the day.
The skimpy pink lace thong left most of her bottom cheeks bare.
This would be her first punishment in a couple of weeks.
It was almost as if fate had her pick those panties to make his job easier.
“An order, no matter how small, is still an order,” Evan said simply as he eyed her bottom. “I ordered you to rest and you chose to disobey me. However, I will show you some mercy and let you keep these cute little panties up for your paddling.”
Zoey couldn’t help the scoff that escaped her lips. “Thank you so much,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. She immediately regretted it when she felt the wooden spoon press against her right butt cheek.
“Hmm, let’s see if we can fix that attitude of yours while we’re punishing you,” he intoned.
Zoey couldn’t help but ponder, for a brief moment, even with her bottom draped over the edge of the dining room table, that Evan was extremely creative.
He had spanked Zoey dozens of times since they began dating over a year ago.
Each one was somehow completely different.
Even the swift hand spankings she got each felt like completely new experiences.
All random ponderings flew out the window as soon as a spanking began. Zoey shrieked when the heavy wooden spoon made contact with her right bottom cheek. She let go of the edge of the table to throw her hands back.
Evan didn’t scold her. He just grabbed her tiny wrists in one hand and added two harsh swats to her upper thighs. Zoey yelped out and when Evan released her wrists, she wisely put them back on the edge of the table. She gripped the wood so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Evan knew he didn’t need to bring the spoon down hard to make his point painful, so he simply peppered Zoey’s bottom with the large wooden implement, snapping his wrist. This was his first time using this particular spoon on her.
They had quite a collection of wooden spoons.
The rest were smaller and lighter, but Evan decided this one would be his go-to from now on.
“You might not think you did anything wrong by helping out in the kitchen,” Evan said, raising his voice over the smacks raining down on Zoey’s bottom cheeks. “But you have been needing this spanking for a while. Ever since this semester started, you have been testing your limits.”
“No, I haven’t!” Zoey cried out between yelps. Her mind raced as she tried to remember when she had challenged him over the past few weeks.
“Yes, you have,” Evan said, punctuating the statement with a couple of hard swats to her sit spots. “You’ve been wise enough not to push me far enough to spank you, but you’ve had an attitude pretty much every night when I’ve announced it’s bedtime.”
Zoey grimaced, but didn’t say anything. It was true. The early bedtime had been one of the hardest parts of their new schedule. Evan had been more lenient with her lately since she was getting used to being in school. She had been knowingly taking advantage of his leniency.
“I’m sorry!” she said desperately.
Evan chuckled. “You will be.”
Zoey gasped as the spoon came down harder than ever before, over and over on her already burning behind. The swats were coming faster now as well. She started to kick her legs.
Evan spanked all over Zoey’s bottom, making sure to pay extra attention to her crack.
He grasped one cheek in his hand and pulled it to the side so he could get to some of the sensitive skin of her inner cheeks.
Her little cries got louder at that, but she didn’t let go of the edge of the table like he thought she might.
He smiled, proud of her despite her behavior over the last few weeks.
“Consider this spanking a warning for your attitude lately,” Evan said.
He let go of her bottom cheek and resumed spanking the fullest part of Zoey’s butt.
“Any more disobedience regarding school or your health will be dealt with swiftly and severely. When I tell you to go to bed, you will do so respectfully and without hesitation. Understand?”
Zoey shook her head in a nod. “Yes, sir! Please stop!”
Evan looked over her bottom for a moment. “Almost,” he announced .
Zoey’s bottom was a dark pink now. The big head of the spoon covered a lot of area with each swat. Evan had only been spanking for a couple of minutes, but her bottom looked as if it had undergone a long half-hour hand spanking. He lowered the spoon swats to her mostly untouched sit spots.
“You’re also not to argue with me when I make a decision regarding chores,” he said firmly. He set the spoon down on the table and used his large palm to spank Zoey’s squirming pink cheeks. “If I say I’m going to vacuum, you do not get to try to argue otherwise. Got it?”
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” Zoey cried out quickly. Tears were stinging the backs of her eyes now. She willed them away, but couldn’t stop the sniffles.
Evan could hear the tears in her voice and decided it was just about time to end the spanking.
He stopped lecturing and swung his hand down several times, covering Zoey’s whole bottom with a dozen more spanks.
He made the last ones hard to drive the lesson home.
After the final swat, he immediately picked her up, needing to be close to her.
He put one arm under her hot bottom and the other around her shoulders, crushing her to him.
Evan pressed his face into Zoey’s neck. “I’m going to do my best to make sure school goes well for you, Zoey,” he said. He pulled away so he could look into her damp eyes. “But I would appreciate some help. You need to trust me to make decisions, no matter how small or insignificant they seem.”
Zoey looked down as she considered his words. Then, reluctantly, she nodded. Her bottom was too sore and hot to do anything else but agree with Evan at the moment .
Evan grinned at her. “Good girl.” Then he began to walk out of the kitchen and down the hall. He nudged their bedroom door open with his foot and put Zoey down on the bed so she was lying down on her stomach.
“Evan?” she asked with a frown. She pushed herself up slightly and looked up at him.
He pulled out his phone and fiddled with it for a second before showing the screen to her. It was a timer set for one hour. “You’re going to take a nap in here while I finish up a couple more chores.”
Zoey swallowed back an argument and nodded her head. She settled back down against the covers, pushing her face into the soft pillow.
Evan grasped the hem of her skirt and pushed it up and over her back, exposing her freshly punished rear. He gave each warm cheek an affectionate pat before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below Zoey’s ear.
Zoey was out like a light even before Evan stepped out of the room and shut the door lightly behind him.