Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Late To Work Again

"How are you doing today?" he asks over the phone.
"Just another day at work. But... um... I got here late this morning," I quietly reply.
"Oh," he pauses. "Well we'll discuss that later won't we?"
gulp I mumble a yes before the phone call ends.


The anticipation of a spanking to come is one of those things I love to hate. Of course if a promised spanking never comes, then that sucks. But sometimes life just gets in the way. Off and on throughout the day I think about what's going to happen later, wondering how bad it's going to be. Being late to work is a repeat problem which I know will make it even worse. It's something that has been addressed several times. Ugh. I just need to wake up 10-15 minutes earlier and I wouldn't have a problem with it. I don't even remember my alarm going off, maybe it didn't work properly. I'm never late by very much, but pointing that out isn't going to help anything now is it? No, it's not. If you check your Top-to-English dictionary, "excuses" and "explanations" are one and the same.


Finally work is over and I'm at home. He had to work the later shift today so I'm left for several hours alone before he'll be back. I think about pointing out all the things I've been doing well with lately and that it's been a long time since I was punished for being late, but then discard that idea. I know it won't make a difference but my mind still tries to come up with reasons to distract from the issue at hand. He comes home and makes something to eat for dinner as I watch him from across the room. The longer he takes the more the butterflies in my stomach go wild. Finally, he looks over at me and says "go in the bedroom and wait for me." Gulp.


I go into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed for a minute before he comes in. He silently walks past me into the bathroom, grabs the larger of my two hairbrushes, and sets it down on the bed. Then he grabs the wooden paddle from under the bed and sets it next to the brush. Oh god, the brush AND the paddle? As he reads my thoughts, the scolding begins.
"What are we here for?" he asks.
"Because I was late to work," I mumble.
"I can't hear you, young lady," he sternly says.
"I was late to work," I state slightly louder.
"And we've talked about this before, haven't we?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply as I cast my eyes downward.
He puts his hand under my chin, lifting it to make me meet his gaze. "Well clearly the message didn't get through which is why you'll be spanked with the hairbrush and the paddle tonight. Stand up and bend over the bed."


I bend over the bed and he starts with a flurry of smacks with his hand. It isn't long before my pants come down and the swats get harder. "Owww owww!" He lets up for a moment but only to get the chair by the desk and pull it out into the center of the room. "Come here," he orders as he sits in the chair. I hesitantly go to him and he pulls me by the wrist and leads me over his knee. I wince as he starts with the hairbrush. SMACK! SMACK! "Why are you in trouble?" he asks. SMACK! SMACK! "Oooww because I was late to work!" "And have you been late to work before?" he asks as he picks up the pace. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Yes I have! I'm sorry!" He pulls my panties down to my knees and switches to the paddle. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Are we going to have to discuss this again?" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Oooow oooow!" My legs are kicking and I can hardly stay in place. "Nooo, I'm sorry!" He pauses and rubs his hand over my burning cheeks. "You'll get 10 more with the paddle and I want you to count them and tell me you won't be late again." THWACK! "One, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Two, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Three, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Four, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Five, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Six, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Seven, I won't be late to work again!" THWACK! "Eight, I won't be late to work again!" THWAAACK! "Ooooww!", I struggle to catch my breath, "Nine, I won't be late to work again!" THWAAACK! "Aaah! Ten, I won't be late to work again!" He sets the paddle down and rubs my bottom. "It's done now. I don't want to have to do this again," he softly says. "You won't have to," I sniffle. "I'm sorry."



He helps me up and tells me that since this is a repeat problem, I'm going to sit in the chair facing the corner for a few minutes. I pull the chair to the corner and sit down. My backside is on fire. Having to sit in the corner is sooo much worse than standing for those who haven't experienced this. After minutes that seem like hours, he tells me that I can come out from the corner. He pulls me into a long embrace and tells me that he loves me. "I love you too," I sniffle. I cuddle with him on the bed as he rubs some lotion on my sore backside. "It's after 11:30," he reminds me. "You're not going to be late tomorrow are you?" "No, I'm not," I reply. I soon fell into a fitful slumber. ...And no, I wasn't late the next day. I really am a good girl most of the time. :-)

9 comments:

joeyred51 said...

Great story and pictures.

Ursus Lewis said...

*sigh* why can't people be on time...

Anonymous said...

@Mr. Lewis Because, to quote a wise person who will remain anonymous, "I can explain to you why. It's because naughty people never listen and even after numerous warnings (and in some cases even after respective punishments) still are late and not on time. I actually can not believe this...

bree

Anonymous said...

@Lea I can relate, but to me the anticipation is something I love to love. It does tend to make me not concentrate well on anything else though. So I screw things up when I am anticipating a spanking because I am not paying attention to what I am doing. (sigh) I am in the throes of my evil delight and my eyes are glazed over with blissful swooning.

"Are you ok? What's the matter?" Everyone asks. One day I would like to tell someone the truth about why I look this way. That would be a hoot! But for now I just say "Nothing" in a pitiful voice to gain some sympathy. I know I will not get any later.

I am in the midst of it now in fact. Well don't cry for me Argentina. It's what I really want. A well deserved spanking. (giggles)

Now changing the subject a little here.

Lea! Way to go! Don't give the Tops anymore ideas. I do not want to experience "sitting in the corner" after a spanking. I rather stand thank you. Lol.

bree

Anonymous said...

OMG! I just thought of a spanking sound that goes off in my head. "KA-CHING!" "EEEEEE!!!!"

Other spankings sounds: "ZONK!" "ZOINK!" "SLAP!" "THAWHAP!"
"WHOP!" "SPLAT!" "VROMP!" "THWACK!" "THRAP!"
"BLAM!" "BLAT!" "CRACK!" "MEEEEOOOOWWWWW!!!!"
"UUMMPPHH!!!"

Reminds me of the 60's TV series "Batman".

bree

Rayne said...

LOL bree quoting Mr L word-for-word? I'm sure that's very helpful :D

Lea -- what a beautiful write-up! Loved being on the ride with you, reading your play-by-play description :D Thank you!

Lea said...

@joey, thanks and glad you enjoyed reading.

@Ursus Lewis, I wonder if it's partly due to my strong dislike of my job. I really am timely, early even, to most everything else.

@bree, I could tell just by how you wrote that quote that it must've come from Mr. Lewis. Hehe. I'll never see the Batman theme song the same again. Nothing is innocent anymore. Lol.

@Rayne, Thanks! I can see that both of us had cornertime on our mind this week. ;-)

Season said...

Hi Lea! I felt like I was reading about Michael and me in this post - this is almost exactly how it is for us. I'm new to your blog and enjoying it very much.

Lea said...

@Season, welcome and thanks for reading!