A Lazy Sunday

Susan glanced out the kitchen window and sighed heavily. The garden desperately needed to be tended and she had promised her husband that it would be done by today. How had the entire week gotten away from her, she wondered.

Just as she grabbed her gardening gloves, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Suze? It's Janet! Hey listen, it's bitchin' hot outside, I think we should go for a swim." Susan grinned at the enthusiasm in her best friend's voice. Janet was impulsive and constantly full of energy. A combination that often earned Susan a trip over her husband's lap. So while the thought of a swim pulled at her, Susan replied, "I can't Janet, I promised David that I would get the yardwork done and I haven't done anything all week."

"He won't be home til late tonight, right? We'll swim for a couple of hours and you'll still have more than enough time to get the yard done. Besides, it's too hot out now to work in the yard and you don't even have to leave your house." Susan nibbled her bottom lip as she contemplated the cool and inviting water just sitting in her backyard. Finally, she relented. "Allright. Two hours, no more, then I have to do the yard stuff."

David closed his eyes and settled back in the seat of the cab. He couldn't believe he'd been lucky enough to cop an early flight back home. He couldn't wait to see Susan; it had been almost a week since he'd seen her and touched her and made love to her. The grin spread slowly over his face as he thought of surprising her.

When the cab pulled up in front of their house he climbed out and paid the driver. The grin on his face transformed slowly into a scowl as he noted that the front yard hadn't been touched all week. He had only agreed to plant the huge flowerbeds on the condition that Susan keep them tidy. She had promised and begged and pleaded until he had finally relented. Now their front lawn looked like a small jungle.

A shriek of feminine laughter and a splash caught his attention and he changed his course for the backyard. He came around the side just in time to watch his wife dive into the pool. He simply stood and waited for her to surface. When she did he watched the laughter in her eyes slowly disappear when she saw him and his expression.

"David! I...um, welcome home," she tried for a welcoming smile but it was forced. Janet, noting the tension in the air, hefted herself out of the pool and quickly dried off and dressed.

"I'll see you later, Suze. Welcome home David," when she rushed by, she turned and gestured to Susan "Call me".

Susan began to climb out of the pool but David stopped her. "No, stay there. I'll be back in a minute." Worriedly, Susan watched him disappear into the house but knew better than to disobey. A minute later, David returned, carrying a small ping pong paddle.

"David, no, please don't spank me!" Panicked, Susan swam to the middle of the pool where he wouldn't be able to reach her.

"Susan, you had an entire week to do a few hours worth of work. You completely ignored our agreement and disobeyed my instructions. Since you blew off the work to swim, I think it's only fair that you be paddled with a wet bottom. Now, I am going to count to five and if you aren't out of the pool by then I'll go back inside and get the leather strap as well. One."

Susan scrambled frantically to the edge of the pool and climbed hurriedly out. Before three she was standing in front of him, dripping wet. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees," he instructed sharply. Once she was in position, David tugged the bathing suit bottoms down to her knees.

David braced a hand on the small of her back and tapped the paddle against her bare bottom. When the wood left her skin, Susan braced herself for the smack. David brought the paddle down against her bottom with a loud *CRACK*. Susan squealed and danced in place. She couldn't believe how much more this hurt on wet skin. Relentlessly, David paddled her and she fought to stay in place during the paddling. She knew from painful experience that moving out of position was not worth the temporary relief of escaping the paddle. Susan lost count of how many times the paddle struck her skin before she called out, "I'm sorry David!! I'll do it all today, I'm so so sorry," and began sobbing.

David continued to paddle after the sobbing began and by the time he stopped, her bottom was a bright, angry red. Ignoring his suit, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her as she cried. "It's ok baby. You're forgiven. I love you." David pressed a kiss to her forehead and rocked her gently until her sobs quieted to whimpers. "All done?" he asked gently.

Susan nodded and lifter her head to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry David. I..." she sighed, realizing there was no excuse for her behavior and let her head rest on his chest again.

David smiled. "I know baby. Now, go in the house, get dried off and change into your gardening clothes." Susan tensed, ready to argue, but then relaxed again and simply replied "Yes, Sir" before turning to do as he asked.

David spent the rest of the afternoon watching his lovely wife as she knelt in the garden, fighting with the weeds. And when she stopped to rest, she always looked his way and smiled, love lighting her eyes.

(Just a side note: This story was inspired when I told D that my girlfriend wanted me to come swimming but it meant blowing off my yardwork. Guess what his thoughts on the matter were? Exactly)