An Average Spanking for Nancy

 So far, Tuesday had gone quite well for Nancy.  The weather was lovely, first.  It was warm without being hot and wonderfully sunny.  Nancy took advantage of the weather and worked all morning in her new garden by the back patio.  She weeded, mulched, planted, and fussed to her heart’s content.  

In the afternoon she turned her attention to her next cooking project.  In the first six months of their marriage, Nancy’s cooking had come a long way.  Roger had been asking for more seafood lately and Nancy decided to try her hand at something a little fancier – lobster thermidor.  It sounded intimidating, but Nancy was determined to master the recipe and give Roger a nice surprise.  

At first, everything went well.  She assembled her ingredients, put on her pretty flower print apron and rolled up her sleeves.  First things first!  She bucked up her courage and pulled two live lobsters from the cooler the grocer had given her.  These she set in the sink while she boiled water in her largest pot.  Honestly, she felt rather bad for the poor things.  Nevertheless, into the pot they went.

The white sauce came together alright, and Nancy began to feel confident.  She kind of enjoyed picking out the lobster meat.  Finally, she assembled the stuffed shells and placed them under the broiler.

That was when everything went wrong.  Right after she turned the broiler on, Nancy remembered that she needed to water her newly planted pansies.  She rushed to fill the watering can, but watering each of the new plants took a little time.  To her horror, Nancy smelled smoke when she finally got back to the kitchen.

The lobster was ruined.  No matter how she poked and turned, it was burnt black all the way through to the shell itself.  There was nothing to be done but throw it away.  Nancy opened the windows to air out the smoky smell and contemplated what to do.  Roger would be home any minute now and there was no dinner ready.  There weren’t even leftovers.  Nancy searched the cupboards and came up with a can of hash.  Maybe hash and eggs?  Odd for dinner, but at least it would be hearty.

Out front, a car pulled in.  Nancy’s stomach filled with moths.  Roger would not be very happy with her.

“Honey?” he called from the front door.  “What’s that smell?”

Dragging her pretty kitten-heeled feet, she made her way to the front room.  “Hello, darling,” she said meekly.  “How was your day?”

Roger hung his hat and jacket.  “Not too bad.  I think that new promotional line I mentioned is working out.”  He leaned forward and planted a swift kiss on her lips.  “But what is going on here?  I could swear I smell smoke.”

Nancy nodded glumly.  “Yes, you do.  I was trying out a wonderful new recipe for you.  Lobster thermidor!  I know you’d just love it.  But it didn’t go quite right.”

“I see.”  Roger was giving her his full attention now.  “Lobster, you said?”

Nancy nodded.  

“Lobster is quite an expensive ingredient to be making mistakes with, my dear.”  Nancy nodded again, her bottom tingling under her skirt.  She had a feeling about where her evening was going.

“What exactly happened?” Roger asked.

She told him about the nice weather, her gardening, and the retrospectively foolish choice to water the flowers while dinner cooked.

Roger was frowning at the end of her tale.  “That was very silly, Nancy.  Even I know that a broiler is quite a high heat.”  He looked keenly at her for a moment, then nodded decisively.  “I think your behavior calls for a spanking, Nancy.  A hot bottom will help you remember to keep an eye on a hot oven.”

Tears welled up in Nancy’s pretty eyes.  “Yes, Roger.  If you think so.”

“I do.  I’ll give you a good tanning after dinner.”

Uh oh.  Nancy knew that talk of dinner wouldn’t do her bottom any favors.  She tried to spin it as a funny adventure.  “Well, dear, I’m afraid it’s a hash and egg night.  I don’t have anything else to hand.”  She smiled tremulously, inviting Roger to share in the humor.  His lips quirked, but he didn’t look very amused.

“That’s poor planning too, my dear.  I see that you’ll need a sound lesson tonight.  How about we start with an hors d'oeuvre.  Take off your dress.  You’ll be making dinner in that apron alone.  That should give you something to think about.  I’d hate you to burn the hash,” he added sardonically.

Nancy flushed with shame.  Feeling like a naughty little girl, she left all her clothes folded in the bedroom.  As she tied on the apron, Nancy couldn’t help but be aware of her plump cheeks exposed and framed by the garment.

The feeling didn’t lessen at all while Nancy fried up the hash and eggs.  Roger stayed in the kitchen with her, drinking a whiskey and soda.  She could feel his eyes on her naked derriere.

Fortunately, the simple meal came out just fine.  They ate together and Roger regaled her with a story of a strange customer who’d wanted to buy coal at the department store.  She washed up the few dishes afterwards, then Roger scooted back his chair and patted his lap. 

“Alright, my girl.  Put that little bottom over my knee and I’ll give it the seeing-to it deserves.”  Tears rushed to Nancy’s green eyes.  It was so humiliating to have her husband speak that way!  Nancy felt very small and foolish as she draped herself over his lap.

Roger adjusted her carefully, making sure her cheeks where the highest point of her body and well-placed for him to spank.  When he was satisfied, he began their punishment ritual.

“Nancy, why are you being spanked?”

A tear dripped down her nose onto the floor.  “Because I was silly, Roger.  I burnt the dinner and didn’t plan for another.”

“That’s right.  Now ask me for what you need.”

Nancy’s voice was a humiliated squeak.  “Please give me a good spanking.”

“Of course, my dear, I’ll be glad to.”  He clapped his hand down square in the center of her right cheek.  Oh!  That first spank always hurt so much, especially with the knowledge that many more would follow.

And follow they did.  SMACK!  SMACK!  Roger spanked in a steady rhythm, focusing on spreading out the spanks all over her bottom.  He painted each cheek pink from the crown to the delicate strip where they met her thighs.  Then he began to focus in, each spank a little harder.  Now he spanked only from the center of each cheek down to her sit-spot, deepening her cheek bottoms to a throbbing red.  Nancy began to cry.  Roger was spanking her poor tenderized nates so hard!

The spanking went on and on.  Roger never sped up, landing smack upon smack in an even rhythm.  When Nancy began to wiggle and buck, he calmly tucked her calves under one leg and spanked on.  Her bottom was his to correct and he would give it the thorough punishment needed, regardless of her wails and pleas.

After nearly ten minutes, Roger began the finale, landing full strength blows along her undercurve and the tops of her thighs.  Nancy felt as burnt as her erstwhile dinner. She sobbed freely as his chastening hand roasted her most sensitive spots.

Finally, it was over.  Roger landed one last blow over the diamond of her bottom and thighs, then began to gently rub her broiled butt.  “Your bottom is just as red as the lobster you wasted, my dear.  How does it feel?”

“Oh, oh!  Roger, it huuurts!” she squalled.

“Excellent.  That is precisely how a naughty wife’s rear end should feel!  Now, what do you have to say?”

Nancy felt the humiliation burning in her heart almost as strongly as the burning in her punished bottom.  “Thank you for spanking me, Roger.”

“You’re most welcome, my dear.  Please stand in the corner for then next 10 minutes.  After that, this little incident will be over.”

“Yes, dear,” she agreed tearfully.  With Roger’s help, she levered herself off his lap and went to stand in the corner of the kitchen.  And so Tuesday ended rather more ignominiously than it began, with Nancy’s hot bottom on display.