Chapter 7
“ Z oey, calm down,” Evan ordered as he set down a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes in front of her at their breakfast bar.
He pushed a stray hair out of her face before handing her a fork.
“I’m sure you did fine on the midterm. You’ll probably get the results any minute now, so just be patient, okay? ”
Zoey scowled up at Evan, but accepted the fork he held out to her. She kicked her boot-covered feet, hoping to give the illusion of casualness, but knowing deep down that her fidgeting was just emphasizing her anxiety.
“Our professor was supposed to post the results by last night,” she fretted, stabbing at her pancake. “How am I supposed to be calm about that?”
Evan raised an eyebrow, a wordless warning for her to watch her tone. He smiled then, and after giving himself a couple of pancakes, sat down beside her and kissed her temple. “I’m sure you did just fine. Remember we talked about it afterward and you said that you thought it went really well? ”
Zoey bit her lip and Evan couldn’t help but get distracted at that moment by her cuteness.
She was wearing a knee-length black skirt with white polka-dots and a gray button-up shirt with a purple sweater over it.
Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with some strands loose and framing her face.
“I felt good at the time,” she said, taking a huge bite of pancake and swallowing with visible difficulty.
She gulped down some milk before wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“I think I did good, but what if I didn’t?
What if I just felt like it, but I actually did badly?
” She dropped her fork so she could cover her eyes with her hands, shaking her head in distress.
This little nervous movement was adorable to Evan as well, so he couldn’t help but scoop her up and place her on his lap.
He rubbed her back. “You’ve already taken the midterm and you studied extremely hard for it,” Evan reminded her.
He lowered his hand so it rested where he knew her bottom crack began.
He gave the area a firm tap with his palm.
“Now, no more fretting, okay? You need to finish your breakfast so that you can get to school. You’ll only stress out more if you’re late as well. ”
Zoey sighed but nodded. Evan grinned and began to feed her while she was still on his lap.
Zoey wanted to argue that this would take longer than if they both fed themselves, but Evan was efficient and took bites of his own food while she chewed hers and always had a forkful ready for her when she swallowed.
She was full and warm when Evan finally finished feeding them both.
“How am I going to eat lunch after that huge breakfast?” Zoey complained as Evan helped her off his lap and onto her feet. She rubbed her stomach dramatically .
Evan was walking their dirty plates to the sink but looked over his shoulder to glare at her. “You better eat lunch, young lady. You know how I feel about you skipping meals.” He dropped the dishes into the sink before stalking toward her and taking her chin in his hand.
Zoey’s eyes widened. It had been just the week before that Evan found out that she had been skipping lunch while at school.
That had been a harsh punishment. Her bottom tingled at the memory of having to stand in front of the chalkboard and write ‘I will not skip meals because I know that eating well is vital for my health’ fifty times.
After each line, Evan cracked a wooden spoon down on her vulnerable bottom.
“I won’t!” Zoey assured him, trying to tug her chin away and failing. His grip on her only tightened at her feeble attempts.
Evan’s eyes narrowed, but he seemed to believe her.
He snaked a hand down and gripped her bottom through her knit skirt.
He kneaded the firm flesh. “Good. I’d hate to have to repeat the punishment you got for that crime.
” He gave each cheek a couple of very firm pats before turning her and swatting her once.
Hard. “Now go put some tights on under that skirt. You’re going to freeze out there if you don’t. ”
Zoey rolled her eyes. “Evan,” she whined, but she started toward their bedroom.
She needed to grab her backpack anyway. And she could sense that he was in one of his spanking moods, where his palm seemed to get extra twitchy.
“I don’t need tights. I’m going to bring a jacket. That will keep me warm enough.”
Evan grinned and followed her. “Oh, you don’t think you should cover those spots that you have on your legs? ”
Zoey froze and stared down at her legs in mortification. “Spots?” she shrieked, lifting her skirt slightly to get a look at her bare legs. “What spots?” She twisted and lifted her skirt a little higher to look at the back of her legs.
Before she could question him, Evan suddenly grabbed her, bent her over, and added about a dozen slaps on the back of her lower thighs, just above her knee hollows.
“Evan!” Zoey cried out, trying to twist away from him.
Evan held her tightly and continued the onslaught for about a minute, alternating the swats to her left and right thigh. When Zoey started to kick a bit harder, he even added a few on the back of her flailing calves.
“Those spots,” Evan said mischievously when he finally stopped and let Zoey stand upright.
Zoey groaned when she twisted to look at the back of her legs. Her skirt was short, and went above her knees, revealing red handprints below the hem. She blushed, mortified at the thought of her classmates seeing her red thighs at school.
Evan grinned with satisfaction as he followed Zoey into their bedroom and watched her slip on a pair of black tights. She winced when the fabric brushed against the freshly smacked skin of her thighs.
Evan smirked wider as he approached Zoey, who was slinging her backpack over one shoulder.
He wound his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He bent to kiss the top of her hair, discreetly inhaling her sweet strawberry-scented shampoo as he did so.
He couldn’t resist slipping his hand beneath her skirt and cupping his large hand over the seat of her smooth tights .
“You sure I can’t drive you to school?” he asked.
Zoey smiled but shook her head against his chest. Evan had been working a couple of hours later than normal for the last couple of weeks, so Zoey had been driving herself.
Zoey didn’t mind. Driving definitely wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but she did enjoy singing in the car while she drove to school.
The only issue was that her little red car was over twenty years old and Evan had been begging her to get rid of it ever since they first started dating, fearing that it would break down on her while she drove.
Zoey adamantly refused. The old car was her baby; her first love!
She had spent her teenage years painting the town in it.
Evan had relented, but only after they brought the car in for a full maintenance and exam.
Zoey had been terrified, and prayed hard that her car would pass smog.
Evan would use any excuse to send the poor thing to the junkyard.
In the end, the car needed hundreds of dollars’ worth of repairs, which Zoey had suspected.
Evan was ready to trade it in, but Zoey had fought him, saying she would pay for the repairs.
Finally, after some arguing and a back seat of the car spanking, Evan finally relented and allowed her to keep the car but only if she let him keep up with the maintenance work and he paid for the repairs.
Zoey had agreed to his terms, knowing it was the only way she’d be able to keep her beloved car.
“I can drive myself,” Zoey told him. She got on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, knowing that he was offering because he knew she was stressed about her midterm.
Evan nodded and the two got ready to go. As they walked out to the driveway, where both their cars were parked, Evan suddenly grabbed Zoey around the waist and pulled her to him, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Zoey was breathless when he finally pulled away.
“Be good today,” he warned sternly, reaching around to give her bottom a firm tap.
Zoey pouted before sticking her tongue out. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “No.” Then she dashed off toward her car.
“Little brat,” Evan growled, but he was grinning as he sprinted after her, grabbed her around the waist, and hoisted her up over one shoulder. Instead of spanking her in that vulnerable position, he used one arm to hold her and the other to tickle her side that faced out.
Zoey kicked over his shoulder, but she was giggling madly. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good,” she promised, hoping he would let her down. The blood was beginning to rush to her head.
Evan chuckled but didn’t let her down and instead carried her over to her little red car and with one arm wound around her thighs, he expertly opened the driver side door with his free hand before depositing her gently onto the seat.
Zoey stuck her tongue out at him once more and Evan just laughed before tapping her nose affectionately and pressing his lips to her forehead.
“How is it possible for so much brattiness to fit into such a little body?” he asked in a fond tone.
Before Zoey could answer, his lips were on hers.
He nipped at her lower lip lightly before pulling away.
His eyes held conflict, like he was ready to throw her into the backseat of the car and have his way with her.
He took a deep breath. “We better go before we’re both late. ”