[ad_1]

It started as a challenge. Can I fill up a glass of water from the fridge while being spanked the whole time? Spankings continue until the cup is full. Any spilling means a longer time filling it up.

Then it became our thing. I’d be doing the dishes and you would hand me a cup and say to me “I’m thirsty.” I would then have to go stand against the fridge and begin filling the cup from the water dispenser as soon as I feel the first smack. House rules were still in place, of course – spankings are to be counted aloud and each one should be followed by a “thank you.” Sometimes you would hand me a small custard cup as I cooked and it was over quickly. Other times, I would be just grabbing a snack and all of a sudden be given a water bottle. One time it was a half gallon jug and I knew I was gonna have gigantic bruises the next day.

Our friends are here and I can hear you all chatting happily in the living room. You walk into the kitchen and hand me a glass as I dry my hands on the fancy guest dish towel. I think I must have left it at the table when I cleared it and you were bringing it in to me. I begin to say “thanks, babe,” but then I see the look in your eye. All the blood drains from my face – this house is open floorplan and our friends are right over there on the couch. Quietly, deliberately, and with just the tiniest hint of a smile, you say “I’m thirsty.” There’s no way you’re serious. No way. But then I see you reach above the fridge for the paddle and I immediately move to stand against the fridge. I know that if I’m not there by the time you’re ready to give your first smack, it’ll turn really bad really quickly. Silently, I look at you over my shoulder. You give me a wink and I wink back – our signal that everything is okay. I see you glance at our friends, who give you a quick nod. Oh god, this is really happening. I turn away and push my forehead against the cool stainless steel. It grounds me. I am here, right in this moment. I hear it before I feel it – the first whack. At all times a little one to make sure I’m doing okay that day and that I don’t need to use our safe word. I say thank you and stand still and stiff in embarrassment… oops. “Well??” you demand. Immediately I realize that, in all the excitement, I forgot to begin filling the glass. Fuck. I push it under the water button and water slowly starts filling the glass. If you were a little more handy, I’d assume you somehow slowed this already impossibly slow dispenser. I feel the blows really begin now, and each time I count the spanking and say thank you. Two, three, seven, eight… How is it only half-full?? I think about the fact that our friends are watching you spank me and I’m just saying thank you. Suddenly, the one who is all the time in control is no longer the boss of this situation. I melt into the fridge and take the rest of my spanking like a good girl. Finally, FINALLY the cup fills. I hand it to you. With a sly smile, you ask “Aren’t you going to offer our friends a drink?”

NSFW: yes

[ad_2]