Theresa was lying on the bed reading when the front door opened. She heard Ron in the kitchen, getting a glass of water. She furrowed her brow wondering if the few dishes she had left in the sink would begin a stupid argument. She reasoned that she had done most of them, there were just a few odds and ends left and most of those could be loaded into the dishwasher tomorrow anyway.

Ron stepped in the room and immediately said, “I thought we agreed that you would do the dishes.” She started to rebut his point but he cut her off abruptly. “I see that you didn’t finish them. So it’s obvious that your behavior requires some correction.”

She closed the book and took a deep breath. “Well, I don’t know that we agreed on that. I mean, sure, I said that I would do them but it’s not like you ever said that if I didn’t finish all of them I would be punished.”

Ron looked at her sternly. “Have you forgotten, you were the one who suggested it. You sounded serious enough and I know that you sometimes need a gentle nudge, shall we say, to finish what you start. As such, I didn’t think we needed to discuss it. Now, I want you to go count the dishes that are left and tell me how many. Don’t forget anything.”

Theresa felt a nervous flutter as she walked out to the kitchen. She wasn’t mad because, yes, she had meant it when she suggested earlier that night that maybe there should be a consequence if she didn’t get the dishes done (that’s the word she used, consequence, she couldn’t quite bring herself to ask for a punishment outright.)

Eighteen pieces of silverware, one bowl, one cup, the lids and rings for two mason jars…”Do those count as one or two,” she thought. Better safe than sorry, she decided, best to count them as individual pieces. The plastic container and lid. She walked back into the bedroom.

“Twenty-six.”

“Oh, my sweets,” Ron said sternly. “That is quite the correction. And, Love, this isn’t going to be a fun spanking. Now, because we haven’t done much of this and I don’t want to hurt you…at least not too badly…I’m going to start with the small paddle.”

Theresa didn’t say anything but bent over the bed. He lifted her flimsy nighty, bunching it around her waist. Without warning, he started in. Five loud, hard smacks on the left cheek. Five loud, hard smacks on the right. She was gasping and writhing, clutching at the bedspread and fighting the impulse to move her hands and cover her pink Ass. He stopped for a moment to let her catch her breath.

“Good girl,” Ron murmured, feeling his cock hardening as he kneaded that rosy butt in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching her squirm, seeing her creamy skin turn pink, “…and soon, an angry red,” he wondered.

It didn’t occur to Theresa that they would get harder. He laid six more strokes on the left, using more force this time, and six on the right. Ron stopped again, quickly undressing.

Theresa lie still, her breath ragged. Her Ass was stinging, burning and tears were pricking the corners of her eyes. Ron reached out. He couldn’t withstand squeezing and rubbing his girl’s now red Ass. He leaned down and whispered, “You’re taking this so well my sweets. Only four more but I’m going to give them to you with the big paddle.”

The room seemed to echo with the four hard, heavy whacks he laid across both cheeks. She was sobbing now. He dropped the paddle and quickly laid next to her, pulling her close, gently rubbing her back and butt. “It’s ok my Love. Breathe.”

They lay like that for a few minutes. Only once Theresa’s ragged breathing had calmed and the tears were gone, did she notice how hard he was. She kissed his neck and felt his hand caressing between her thighs in return. She instinctively parted her legs for him, willing for the pleasure after the pain.

“Oh sweets, you’re so wet. I think we should put something in there. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees.”

He moved behind her and slid his throbbing cock into her dripping Pussy. He couldn’t withstand a few gentle swats on that glowing, warm butt in front of him as he slowly moved in and out. Then, craving much needed release, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. She started whimpering and moaning, so he knew she was already orgasming. That’s all it took, he exploded inside her with a groan.

Rolling off of her, he pulled her close and said, “Maybe next time you’ll make sure to finish the dishes.”

“Maybe,” she responded with a grin.