Chapter 9
T he week went by quickly for Zoey. It had been Tuesday when she had decided to skip her class, a long time before the weekend.
Things went pretty much back to normal, except for a few minor things and one not so minor thing.
Evan insisted on driving Zoey to and from school.
He would leave work when she got off, drive her home, and then go back to work for another hour or two, depending on how busy the rehab center he worked at was.
He claimed that he just wanted to drive her, knowing how tired school made her and how much she didn’t like driving, but Zoey knew better.
This was a part of her ongoing punishment for cutting class.
It could be that Evan didn’t completely trust her anymore, and that stung a bit, but Zoey knew she deserved it.
It could also be her imagination, but it seemed as if Evan was being a bit less lenient as well.
Zoey suddenly found herself spanked for things that she should have been spanked for in the past, but generally got away with.
Evan normally let her get away with quite a bit of backtalk, but just a couple of days after she had cut class, they got into an argument about chores again.
Zoey got a little mouthy, going so far as to call him unreasonable and she had been upturned and given a harsh, but short bare bottom spanking right in the middle of the kitchen.
Evan could see that Zoey was a big ball of nerves by Friday evening. He took it upon himself to help her out by giving her a stress-relief spanking right before bed.
“I’m going to get spanked all weekend and you’re still going to give me one right now?” Zoey had shrieked when Evan sat on the edge of the bed and tugged her toward him so she was standing between his knees.
“Zoey, this isn’t part of your punishment,” he told her firmly. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants, leaving his strong chest bare to her gaze.
She stared in front of her, focusing on Evan’s chest hair so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. “I don’t need stress relief,” she mumbled.
Evan reached around and cupped her bottom cheeks in his hands, kneading the firm flesh. “You’re awfully tight back here,” he informed her, a touch of teasing in his voice. “You tense back here when you’re stressed.”
Zoey’s face flamed. “I do not,” she snapped.
“Mhm,” Evan hummed. “You’re pretty grouchy as well. I think it’s time for you to bend over, young lady.”
Zoey grit her teeth together, but forced herself to obey. She didn’t want to admit that Evan was right. She had been grumpy. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over, for one. It had been hanging over her head since Tuesday .
Evan shifted Zoey so that her bottom was higher up over his thigh. He raised his leg to prop it up even more then ran his large hand over the seat of her baby doll nightgown, loving the way it made her bottom tense up even more.
“This is not a punishment,” he reminded her as he began to land firm swats all over her bottom. “You’re stressed about this weekend and I’m sorry for putting you through that.”
Zoey sniffled. “I wish you would have just gotten the whole punishment over with on Tuesday.”
Evan gave her a couple of harder swats for that comment. “If I had given you the spanking you deserve for all of your infractions, then this bottom of yours would have fallen off,” he informed her.
Zoey didn’t say anything, having no room to argue with that logic.
She buried her face in her arms, moaning as the spanks started to land a bit quicker, but not harder.
They didn’t hurt, but they made her bottom jostle around in an embarrassing way.
Plus, the skin of her bottom was getting warmer by the second even though she still had her nightgown covering it.
“What am I going to do with you, silly thing?” Evan asked fondly. He pulled up the back of her nightdress, nodding in approval that she had chosen not to put on panties that night. He rubbed her already pink cheeks. “How many times do I have to tell you that you are forgiven?”
Zoey wiggled at having her bottom bared.
Even though this was probably the thousandth time it had happened, she still felt embarrassment overwhelm her.
“It doesn’t feel like I am since I still have a weekend’s worth of punishment coming,” she said, but somehow respectfully.
She definitely didn’t want Evan to have a reason to turn this spanking into a punishment .
“Is my word not good enough for you?” Evan asked lightly, dropping a couple of smacks to the backs of her thighs. He stopped to knead the warm flesh, knowing that this usually did wonders to make her relax her tense little body.
It worked almost immediately. Zoey let her legs hang limply behind her and her whole body loosened as if she had fallen asleep.
“No,” she said slowly. It was a lot easier to speak during a stress relief spanking as opposed to a punishment spanking.
Evan often used sessions to help Zoey vent whenever something was bothering her.
They covered a lot of ground conversationally while she was over his knee for a good stress-relief spanking.
“No, it’s not that your word isn’t good enough.
I just… I don’t think I’ve forgiven myself is the problem. ”
Evan resumed the spanking, placing several swats on the summit of one cheek before giving the other cheek the same biting treatment. “That will change after this weekend, I promise you,” he said. “I’ll make sure you feel sufficiently punished for your misdemeanors.”
Zoey squirmed as her rear started to warm up to borderline discomfort, but didn’t say anything. She was afraid of what Evan had in store for her, but she was relieved as well. Getting severely punished was probably the only way she could get rid of these guilty knots in her stomach.
Zoey slept pretty well thanks to the bedtime spanking.
Since it was a Saturday, Evan let her sleep in and got out of bed to make them breakfast, but not before leaving something on the bed for her.
She noticed the items when she rolled over in bed to cuddle her boyfriend, only to find his side of the bed empty except for her school uniform.
She rolled back over to her side in denial of what she had seen, but knew that it wasn’t a dream.
He was really going to make her wear the uniform all weekend!
She groaned before sitting up in bed. The smell of bacon floated into her nose and she knew it would only be a little while before he came up to spank her out of bed, so she slipped out from under the covers and grabbed the school uniform before heading to the bathroom.
She knew something was off when she pulled on the little plaid skirt. Last time she had put it on, she swore that it had completely covered her bottom. She dashed out of the bathroom into the bedroom and stood in front of their full-length mirror.
Almost everything looked normal, from the maroon headband with the large bow on it to her knee-high white socks.
The only thing that was wrong was the length of her skirt.
Even with the waistband of the skirt as low as she could put it fashionably, her bottom cheeks were peeking out like a couple of crescent moons.
She turned and found the same applied for the front of the skirt.
It was so short that the last inch of her white panties was visible.
She blushed and wondered briefly if it had shrunk when she threw it in the wash, but realized it couldn’t have since the waistband didn’t feel any tighter.
Zoey swallowed thickly before making her way out of the room and into the dining room, where Evan was setting the table. He looked at her and grinned before approaching her.
“Good morning,” he said, wrapping her in a hug. He kissed the top of her hair. “I love that uniform on you.”
“The skirt…” was all Zoey could say into his shirt.
“Hmm? Oh, do you like it? ”
Before she could answer, Evan spun her around so that she was facing away from him.
She squirmed as she felt his gaze on the very bottom of her cheeks that stuck out from beneath the incredibly short skirt.
She shifted from foot to foot when it felt like minutes had gone by.
In reality, it had only been a couple of seconds.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” Evan said, patting the exposed part of her bottom. “This is the perfect punishment uniform for naughty little schoolgirls.”
“Evan,” Zoey whined, pulling away slightly, but not enough to get spanked for it.
She didn’t get spanked, but Evan did give her a couple of firm pats before leading her to the table. “Sit down now so we can have breakfast,” he said. “Then we can start the long day.”
Zoey sat down and blushed. Her skirt was so short that it felt like she was sitting bare-bottomed on the hard wooden seat.
She squirmed all through breakfast, but was able to finish her bacon and waffles.
Food was the one thing that could distract her from an upcoming punishment, especially if it was fluffy waffles drenched in syrup.
The food distracted her about halfway through breakfast, anyway. She set her fork down and frowned.
Evan had been watching her silently the whole time and raised an eyebrow at her. “Something wrong?”
Zoey shook her head. “Not really,” she said. She looked him in the eye from across the table and her lower lip quivered slightly. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry.”
Evan’s answering expression was sympathetic. “Guilt turning that little tummy of yours?” he asked knowingly .
The answer was obvious, but Zoey nodded anyway.
Evan beckoned her to him and after she was sitting on his lap, he fed her the rest of her breakfast. Zoey ate slowly, chewing more thoroughly than normal to prolong what was coming.
If Evan noticed her stalling, he didn’t show it and patiently waited for her to swallow before offering her another forkful.