By Karole

Lisa slammed her laptop closed.

“FUCK SCHOOL!”

She jumped up from her desk and paced in circles on her living room floor. “I’m done. Done! I’m so fucking done!”

She flopped face forward on the couch like a rag doll and exhaled a deep sigh. Her back rose as she inhaled deeply, and with all of her might, she released a scream into the couch cushion. Through her outburst, she slammed her right fist repeatedly onto the arm of the couch. Unicorn socks adorned her feet. A blur of pink and white flailed as Lisa slapped the tops of her feet against the couch. Her kicks left a dent in the cushion behind her.

Her scream, shrill in pitch but deep with resonance, was dampened slightly by the dense, blue, couch cushion.

Though the couch concealed her cry, there was no shield against her previous bout of shouting. In her stint of anger, Lisa had forgotten to close the living room window. As she bellowed at the top of her lungs, her boyfriend Marcus heard her loud and clear as he approached their small apartment.

Lisa didn’t hear the jingling keys in the lock, nor did she hear the door hinges creak as Marcus walked inside and closed the door. She dissolved into her own emotions, and by the time she’d finally stopped screaming, Marcus had already hung up his keys, taken off his coat, and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Lisa panted and her body shook with her ragged, short breaths. Marcus stood in the middle of the living room and crossed his toned arms across his broad chest. He cleared his throat. Lisa jolted up from the couch and clutched her chest. Her eyes grew wide when she saw Marcus staring down at her.

“Jesus, Marcus! You scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s quite enough, young lady.”

Lisa felt her face grow hot under his stern gaze. His jaw was tight, his thick brow slightly furrowed, and the usual smile that adorned his lips formed a thin line.

“Marcus, I —”

“Are you a child, Lisa?”

Lisa dropped her gaze and stared at the floor.

“No.”

“Really? That’s astounding. Because when I walked into the complex, the last thing I expected was you cursing and shouting loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear you.”

Lisa twisted the hem of her shirt between her fingers and stared at her feet.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, little girl.”

Lisa’s heart leaped into her throat. Marcus only called her that when he felt she’d misbehaved like a child. When he was in that frame of mind that didn’t bode well for a specific part of her anatomy. She looked at him and fidgeted on the couch under his unwavering gaze.

“Not only were you cursing and screaming, when I walked in, but I also find you throwing a full-blown tantrum fitting of a toddler.”

Shivers ran down Lisa’s spine. The more he spoke, the harder it was to look up at him.

“So please, Lisa, explain it to me. If you aren’t a child, why did I just come home to find you acting like one?”

Lisa dropped her head and covered her face with her hands. She couldn’t face Marcus anymore, and she desperately wanted to avoid the rest of the conversation.

“Oh no. None of that, little girl.” He pulled Lisa’s hands away and took her face in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Lisa floundered with her mouth flapping open and closed. She couldn’t find the words and grasped for the right way to begin explaining her outburst.

“Ummm… I’m just frustrated.”

Marcus let go of her chin and stood in front of her. “Okay. Why are you frustrated.”

“School,” Lisa mumbled.

“Are you having trouble with your classes?” He sat beside her and looked at her waiting patiently for her response.

Lisa sighed, and as she looked for the words to tell Marcus what was bothering her, she fell back into the well of anger that had propelled her into her previous display of behavior.

“No… it’s just… I’m… Ugh! The thing is, it’s not even about the class. It’s just school in general! I’m tired of the assignments, tired of the teachers, tired of the criticism, tired of having deadlines, tired of feeling rushed, tired of bullshitting each piece of work I do, tired of feeling like I’m learning so much but also nothing at all. I’m just tired of being tired!”

Lisa jumped off the couch and started pacing around the living room. She swiped frantically at her cheeks as hot tears rolled down her face.

“I’m just over it. I’m done. I want a fucking break, and I know I chose this degree for a fucking reason, but I’m going insane, and I just want to not give a shit today. But I have to do work, so I’m forcing myself to work, and I just want to fucking scream!”

Marcus got up from the couch and wrapped his strong arms around Lisa. She tried to push him away, but his tight grip wouldn’t allow her to do so. So she gave in and settled into his arms, crying out the building stress that stirred inside her.

When her tears subsided, and her breathing evened out, Marcus released her and took her by the hand. He sat on the couch and pulled her to stand in front of him. She sniffed and ogled the unicorns on her feet.

“Look at me, baby.”

Lisa reluctantly looked up at his face. She found love and tenderness but also resolve and a sternness that carried determination.

“I know you’ve had a lot on your plate, and I know you’ve been stressed. But when you are feeling overwhelmed I expect you to come to me. Okay.”

Lisa nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl.”

Lisa’s heart swelled at those words. Her lips curled up in a bashful smile as she savored his praise.

“But you and I are going to discuss that childish display, little girl. You are not a toddler. And in this house when you act like a child you will be treated like one.”

Lisa flushed at his reprimand.

“When you are upset you don’t throw tantrums and fits of rage. And good little girls know better than to curse, don’t they?”

Lisa whined and looked back at her feet. “Yes, Sir.”

“Mhmmm. So because you chose to act this way, what’s going to happen to you, little girl?”

Lisa groaned and bit her lip. She took a small step back, but Marcus grabbed the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her closer to him.

“I asked you a question.”

Lisa sighed, “I’m going to get a spanking.”

“That’s right. And where are you going to be spanked?”

“Marcus, please,” Lisa whined.

“Answer me. Now.”

“But, I don’t wanna say it.”

“You can answer me now or after I spank you. But if I have to spank you first, that spanking will be for your disobedience. Your choice.”

Lisa stomped her foot and huffed. “Fine. I get spanked on my bare bottom.” “That stomp just earned you five extras.”

“Noooo! Marcus, that’s not fair! I did what you said.”

“Yes, you did, but that little bit of attitude has earned you more. And since you want to argue, now it’s ten.”

Lisa clenched her jaw to keep herself from saying anything else that may get her into more trouble.

“It seems we need to get your attitude in check, so why don’t you go grab your hairbrush.”

“But the hairbrush is mean.”

“Go. Now Lisa.”

Lisa huffed and turned to walk away, but as she did, Marcus landed a firm swat on the butt of her jeans. The sting propelled her forward, and she raced off to get what he asked for.

She walked down the hall to their bedroom and saw the brush on their dresser where they always kept it. Marcus loved having it on display, so every time Lisa walked passed she knew it would be thoroughly applied to her bottom if she stepped out of line.

Lisa grabbed the handle of the thick ebony wood. The weight of it caused her stomach to drop, and butterflies to dance in her chest. Holding the brush with both hands, she slowly walked back out to the living room and handed it to Marcus.

“Thank you. Now let’s get these off.”

Marcus grabbed the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them. He pulled down the zipper and shimmied her jeans down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles.

“Step out. You won’t need these for a while.”

Lisa whined as she stepped out of her jeans. Marcus folded them and placed them on the arm of the couch next to the hairbrush.

“Good girl. Bend over.”

Lisa held her breath as she placed herself over Marcus’s waiting lap. He grabbed her by her hips and guided her bottom high over his knee just where he wanted it.

“Give me your hand.”

Lisa cringed. Marcus wasn’t playing around. He only asked for her hand before a spanking when he knew she wouldn’t be able to control reaching back.

Lisa lifted her arm and placed it at the small of her back. Marcus grabbed her wrist and held it in a firm grasp. His other hand rubbed her bottom over her panties.

“This spanking is because of your poor attitude, your childish tantrum, and for not coming to me when you were feeling overwhelmed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Marcus raised his hand and brought it down firmly across both of Lisa’s cheeks. The sharpness of the smack made her squeak in surprise, but before she could fully process it, the next smack followed.

Marcus landed one swat after the other from cheek to cheek. Lisa whimpered as he landed multiple swats on one side before switching to the other. Marcus wasn’t holding back, and as the swats accumulated, Lisa’s bottom grew from a sting to a raging burn.

“Ow! Wait! Marcus, please.”

“The attitude you have displayed today is unacceptable, little girl.” Marcus switched over to Lisa’s exposed sit spots. Lisa’s unicorn-covered feet were flailing once more, but this time from the growing pain of her bottom.

“When I ask you a question, I expect a response and a respectful answer. Giving me an attitude and stomping your foot is childish and not fitting behavior for my good little girl. And every time you act out like that, you will find yourself over my knee getting your little bottom spanked. Do you understand me?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir, I understand. Please.”

Lisa tried to twist away from his punishing hand, but each swat fell with precision across her reddening bottom.

“I hope you do because next time, there will be no warning. If you give me an attitude, I will spank you soundly right then and there. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir. You’re clear. Very clear. Ow!”

“Good.”

Marcus landed a few more swats to Lisa’s sit spots before grabbing the waistband of her panties.

“Nooooo! Please, Marcus!”

Lisa pleaded, but Marcus ignored her. He pulled her panties completely off and sat them on top of her jeans. Without a word, he resumed Lisa’s spanking.

Lisa tried to kick and twist away, but Marcus’s grip was firm and secure.

“Lisa Lynn, how old are you?” Marcus asked. He didn’t pause the spanking but instead increased the strength of his swats and the speed.

“Twenty— owie! I’m twenty-six. Owwwww. Marcus, please stop.”

“Hmmm, twenty-six? A grown woman. And yet I come home to find you throwing a fit worthy of a five-year-old.”

Lisa flushed at his words, and tears gathered in her eyes. They threatened to spill over, but she willed them to stay at bay.

“I find you, screaming and flailing on the couch, and before I even walk in the door, I can hear your inappropriate language throughout the apartment complex.”

“Oooow! Wait! I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’m sure you are, little girl. And I’m sure that as much as you’re sorry that you disturbed our neighbors with your outrageous tantrum, you’ll be just as sorry to know that they are getting to hear you get a spanking like a naughty little girl.”

“Wait! Nooo. Marcus, please close the window. Owwww! Please. I’m sorry.” “You’re about to be a lot more sorry.”

Lisa’s bottom was already a deep magenta, but Marcus wasn’t finished with her. He grabbed the hairbrush from the arm of the couch and cracked it across Lisa’s bottom.

“Aiiiiiiii. No, no, no. Ow! I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry! I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”

Marcus turned a deaf ear to Lisa’s pleas and brought the brush down firmly across her sore bottom.

“I know you are stressed, and you have a lot going on. But when you are feeling that way, you come to me, little girl.”

All of Lisa’s resistance broke, and she began to sob over Marcus’s knee.

“You will not throw tantrums. You will talk to me. Do, you, understand?” He punctuated each word with a hefty swat of the brush.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Her pleading and cries all muddled together in a fit of pitiful wails as Marcus continued landing the brush across her well-punished backside.

Marcus slowed down the swats gradually until he came to a complete stop. He rubbed Lisa’s back until her sobs ebbed and her breathing settled a bit.

“Now we’re almost done, little girl, but we still have those extras.”

Lisa sniffled and wiped at the tears streaming down her face.

“Marcus, please. I’m sorry. Can we not, just this once? I’ll be good, I swear.”

“When you earn extras they will always be given, little girl. No matter how sore you are. You chose to stomp your foot and argue with your punishment, so this is the consequence.”

Lisa started sobbing again, and Marcus rubbed her back. “It’s ok. We’ll take care of this and it will be done, ok?” “Y-yes, Sir.” Lisa sobbed.
“Alright, stand up.”

Lisa stood on wobbly legs, and Marcus helped to steady her.

“Bend over and put your forearms on the couch.”

Lisa bent over into position, presenting her bottom. Marcus unbuckled his belt, pulled it from his belt loops, and folded it in half. When Lisa heard the belt jingle from behind, her heart dropped.

“Now, I want you to count these. After each number, you will say ‘I will not stomp my foot at you.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lisa sniffed.

Marcus didn’t waste any time. He landed the first swat. The belt hissed through the air and struck Lisa right across her sit spots. Lisa yelped. She bent her knees and shifted from foot to foot, trying to process the bite of the belt.

“One, Sir, I will not stomp my foot at you.”

“Feet on the floor, straighten your legs.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lisa complied. She fixed her position, and Marcus landed the next swat. “T-two, Sir, I will not stomp my foot at you.”

The third swat followed immediately after.

“Owww! Three, Sir! I will not stomp my foot at you.”

The fourth swat landed across the top of her thighs.

“Oooooowie! Ow, ow, ow.”

“Count, little girl.”

“Four. Sir, I will not stomp my foot at you.”

Marcus landed the fifth swat, and Lisa just sobbed. Her feet danced, and her bruised bottom wobbled.

“… f-fi-five. Five Sir, I will not. I will not stomp my foot at you.”

“Good girl. I know this is a lot, so you don’t have to count these last five, ok? I just want you to stay still for me. Can you do that, baby?”

Lisa nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Those words were the soothing balm Lisa needed to get through the rest of her punishment. With that little bit of encouragement, Lisa fixed her position and prepared for the last five swats. Marcus didn’t disappoint. He landed five hard swats right across her sit spots in a rapid session. But once the fifth swat landed, he dropped the belt, gathered Lisa in his arms, and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and lay down beside her. Lisa curled up onto his chest and sobbed while breathing in his clean scent. They just cuddled together until her sobs reduced to sporadic sniffing and her breathing evened out.

Hugging Marcus close to her, Lisa whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby. You’re forgiven.”

Marcus continued to hold Lisa until she fell asleep. All the while, he rubbed her back and her bottom and whispered sweet praises into her ear, letting her know that she was a good girl and he was proud of her.