Learning To Count

Susan wished she could shake the mood she was in. She was spending Christmas with her new husband, David, and his family. Everyone had readily accepted her as part of the family, and she knew how lucky she was to have a man like David for her husband. But for some reason, she just couldn't shrug off the cloud that seemed to be following her around that day. Luckily, everyone seemed occupied enough with Christmas Day to not notice her mood. Everyone, that was, except for David.

David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.

Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"

Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.

David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"

Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.

David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.

Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.

"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.

"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.

"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.

"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.

Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."

David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.

Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.

"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.

"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."

"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"

Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.

"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.