Game Night
Ding ding ding ding. The alarm went off.
David rolled off the bed and opened the drapes. Sunshine filled the bedroom instantly. Alex lied on her stomach, refusing to wake up. Most of her body was outside the duvet, naked. The bright sunlight painted a warm golden glow on Alex’s body, David didn’t move, he stood there by the window watching Alex sleep, and how her back slightly rose and fell with each breath like a tide.
Ding ding ding ding. The alarm went off again.
Alex grunted, turned over, and turned off the alarm, with no indication that she was getting up. David walked to the bed, slapped Alex on the bottom. Her fare bare ass was instantly marked with a big hand imprint. “Get up, if I don’t see you in the living room in ten minutes I’ll use something other than my hand”, David said smiling, half teasing her. Then he turned away and left the bedroom to make coffee.
When Alex showed up in the kitchen, the fine aroma of newly brewed coffee had pervaded the apartment. David poured one cup, added some milk, and handed it to Alex.
“Why aren’t you dressed? Our guests are going to be here, well, not very soon. But you still ought to get dressed.” David looked at her, smile in his eyes.
“I am dressed!” said Alex playfully. Alex only wore one of David’s hoodies, it just covered Alex’s bottom, but would reveal her ample cheeks with even just the slightest movement.
“Let me see your bum,” David said gently. Seeing Alex had put the coffee on the counter, David led Alex by her left arm and turned her around, lifted the hoody hem. The pink hand imprint on Alex’s right cheek had faded away, the curve of her round bottom gave her fare skin a lovely shape. Alex turned around and fell into David’s arms, one hand reaching towards what’s between his legs.
With a few touching and strokes, Alex could feel his manhood hardening under his pants. “ Let’s not cook, order McDonald’s when my friends arrive,” Alex said, placing a kiss on David’s neck.
“I thought your friends wanted my famous beef stew.” With one hand on Alex’s ass, David squeezed and pinched her a little.
“I know, let’s order McDonald’s anyways.” Alex pulled herself closer.
“They are lucky to have you as a friend,” said David, laughing. He pulled Alex’s hand away, “We don’t have much time, baby, and you still need to tidy up the living room. I don’t want your friends thinking that you married a messy person.”
“You are not a messy person.” Alex protested.
“I know, but they will think otherwise if they see your clothes lying all over the sofa,” David took the cup and took a sip of the coffee, “besides, where would you have them sit while your clothes occupied the entire apartment like angry Nazis?”
“Fine.” Alex pouted a little and returned to her coffee as well.
“You’d better behave today, you don’t want your friends to witness how you get across my knees and have your bare bottom spanked, do you?” David said, and gave a little pinch on Alex’s nose.
“No, you wouldn’t.” Alex made a face. As much as Alex loved how she could find a partner who can take her in hands to guide her and discipline her, she knew that David would never embarrass her in front of her friends. Although being punished in public had always been something Alex fantasized about, David wouldn’t do it. Being spanked to tears and sent to the corner when misbehaving as an adult was not exactly something that ought to be put in a parade.
“Haha, I wouldn’t. But they would have to leave sometime, wouldn’t they?” David laughed and pinched Alex’s face.
“Do you need my help in the kitchen?” Alex finished her coffee and rinsed the cup.
“No, I’m fine here. Just the living room, please. Don’t you still have a report due Monday? I don’t think you would get any work done tonight, maybe finish some before they come?” David walked to Alex and kissed her on the brow, gave her a light pat on her bottom to send her off the kitchen.
Alex’s assignments took probably just ten minutes. After the living room was spotless and all her clothes folded nicely in the closet, it seemed that she still got some time to kill. She changed her clothes into something more proper and slid into her study. She turned on the computer, preparing to do some work. That didn’t last long. The more the work piled up, the less she could concentrate. After a few futile tries, she gave up. She curled up in the big armchair and started to browse her phone.
Alex didn’t know how long she was in the study. When David knocked on the door her nose was too deeply buried in her phone she was startled a little.
“Honey, how’s your report going?” David pushed the study door open and asked. “It’s … Ok.” Alex put her phone on the desk facing down abruptly, reluctant to let David find out that she’d been wasting time all this while.
“I’m going out to get some drinks, could you please come to the kitchen and watch the pot? I’ve turned up the stove to let the meat absorb the sauce.”
“Sure,” Alex answered unmindfully.
Then David left, leaving the study door open.
Hearing David leave the apartment, Alex didn’t move. Instead, she picked her phone up again. Well, it may take a good five minutes for the pot to boil, I can still have another round of the game. Alex thought to herself. This time it lasted longer than when she was trying to concentrate on her big report. Time seemed to fly faster. It felt like just a couple of minutes passed when she smelled something. It was smoke. Alex looked up from her phone and tried to figure out what was burning, then she suddenly recalled David’s little assignment for her. Watch the pot! Damn it! Alex rushed to the kitchen.
It was too late to turn off the stove. The soup had spilled all over the pot and the stove due to the angry boiling. From the look of it, this had been happening for a while. The soup was no longer soup, but carbonated black tripes marking their beautiful aqua pot. The beef itself had become black charcoals and stuck to the pot insides fiercely. It’s hard to tell the smoldering black mass was once a pot of delicious stew. Alex panicked and turned on the kitchen fan. It would be the last thing Alex needed if the smoke got too thick and the fire alarm decided to scream bloody murder for some attention. Luckily, this amount of smoke didn’t wake the fire alarm.
What should I do? Alex thought to herself. It seemed no use to move the pot from one stovetop to another. Through her panic, Alex didn’t even hear David returned home and entered the kitchen. She almost jumped when David tapped her on the shoulder from behind.
“What happened?” David’s voice sounded more shocked than angry.
Alex turned around, trying to block David’s sight of the burnt mess with her body. “I … I was on the toilet.” Alex always blushed when she lied.
“For fifty minutes?” The lie was seen through at once.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t in the kitchen…” Alex said with a low voice, staring at her toes.
David was about to say something, but someone was knocking on the door. David went to answer it. It were Jaime and Charlie for their Saturday game night. David greeted them warmly and let them in. He did not sound all that mad, Alex thought to herself, relieved. She composed herself a little and came out of the kitchen too. David was getting drinks for their guests when Alex got into the living room. David saw her and poured her one as well.
“I’m sorry,” David said to Charlie, “we’ll have to order food today, I was swamped all morning and it’s too late to cook anything. I know you guys may want a homemade meal, maybe next time when we host the game night.” Charlie seemed not to care. Jaime protested a little but was happy eventually because they decided to order fried chicken.
The board games got on as usual. No one entered the kitchen. David had been acting as nothing happened. He talked to her, touched her, and held her like usual. Alex, though, could not be so calm. The now blackened pot was a wedding gift from one of David’s oldest friends. And the kitchen was still a mess. She didn’t even want to think about how to explain the whole thing to David after their guests left, let alone the punishment she would get. Not being able to concentrate, Alex lost three rounds in a row. After she forfeited her last five dollars in one game, Alex made up some excuses and headed to the kitchen. She decided if she cleaned up the whole mess, David wouldn’t be so mad at her.
However, the task wasn’t all that easy as Alex thought it would be. Most of the charcoal on the stove got off the first time she scrubbed, but there was a small portion of it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard Alex scrubbed. The black blobs looked so obvious on the white marble stovetop. After a few minutes of futile labour, Alex decided to deal with the pot first. Same as the stovetop, most of the black substance came off fairly easily, but the part that was actually stuck to the inner surface of the pot wouldn’t come off. After ruined a piece of band new sponge, Alex looked to the steel wool sitting beside the sink. It hadn’t been used since Alex bought it back from a dollar store. David forbade her to use it most of the time, he said it would hurt the pans and pots. Maybe this is the time for the underdog to shine. Alex picked up the steel wool and started to attack the burnt beef with it. It still wouldn’t budge. Alex applied more pressure and scrubbed harder. This time it worked. But it worked more thoroughly than Alex would hope for. The black mass came off alright, the inner coating of the pot came along with it like they were some inseparable lovers clung together to their inevitable death. Shit! What would I do now? She stared at the pot. The naked alloy material which used to be covered under the coating now was exposed to air, staring back at her, giving no answer.
She must be in the kitchen for too long that David had to check on her. Hearing David entered the kitchen, Alex dunked the pot into the sink to let the bubbles cover the ruined pot and turned around to face David. David seemed to have little interest in what was in the sink though, he didn’t even look in that direction.
“What are you doing?” David’s voice was not unkind.
“I’m cleaning,” Alex replied, trying to sound easier than she actually was.
“Come out babe, we need you to continue the games. We’ll deal with that later.”
Alex had no choice but to comply. After all, she was the hostess for the game night and it was impolite to keep your guest waiting. The rest of the evening went on eventless. They played, they ordered junk food again. Alex couldn’t leave the table again, so she tried to take her mind off the incident, but it was no use. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the games, her mind wandered back to how David was going to deal with that, namely, deal with her. She had this bittersweet taste in her mouth and butterflies in her stomach. She found herself drenched in her fear as well as the excitement for what was going to happen. This tickling feeling in her guts made her could not even sit still. She peeked at David’s face through the night, but he gave no reveal of his taking of the incident. She would never fear David, knowing that he would never really harm her and always have her best interest in heart. But David was always strict and firm when it came to disciplining her. A spanking could be fun for Alex, but it was always way more painful when it was a punishment. It ought to hurt, so you can learn a lesson. David would always say, which Alex totally agreed. It was actually something Alex proposed. Before meeting Alex, David was a stranger to domestic discipline. But after years together, David had grown into this perfect master who could keep Alex in line and help her pursue her better self as well as make her heart pound. David was always just when it came to delivering punishment. But just punishments would indicate painful, real punishments as well. Alex dreaded the night being over.
It was midnight before anyone noticed the time. Jamie and Charlie wanted to go home. It was snowing heavily outside, the sunny morning had become an angry blizzard, swallowing everything in sight with its white, roaring breath. Jamie called for an uber. But after fifteen minutes of waiting, no driver responded. “Might be the weather, I could take you guys home.” David offered. Yet another idea flashed across Alex’s mind. “You should stay for the night. Besides, it’s dangerous to drive in such weather. Wait for the blizzard to pass and he can take you guys home tomorrow.” Alex proposed, glancing at David. David considered for a second and agreed. Charlie was tired as well, and while they talked, there was still no driver responding. So, it was decided, the couple would stay for the night. The blizzard on my ass could wait too. Alex thought.
After their guests settled down and both of them showered and washed up, it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Alex was pretty tired from her all night’s worrying and nervousness. But when she entered their bedroom with her hair still damp from the shower, she found David sitting on the end of their bed waiting for her. The expression on his face was something Alex could not be more familiar with. It meant that he was going to deal with her, right here and now.
Is he gonna punish me now? With my friends still in the guest room across the hall? Alex thought to herself, despaired. She walked towards David and stood in front of him with her head lowered.
“Could we talk about what happened today? What were you doing when I asked you to watch the pot?” David’s voice was stern, there was something in his tone that Alex simply could not refuse. Alex could feel the blood rushing to her face due to the embarrassment, her cheeks could grill steaks now. She stared at her own toes, could not answer. Tears started to creep into her eyes. My friends are still across the hall. David seemed to read her unspoken words, “It’s ok, they wouldn’t hear us if we keep our voice low. I can’t normally hear you blasting your music in here when I’m in the living room just one door away. But we will deal with this now.” David never believed in sleeping on her bad behaviour. When it happened, it needed dealing with the same day. So, after the punishment, the slate could be wiped clean and she could be forgiven and comforted. No one should go to bed angry or feeling guilty.
Alex took a deep breath, held back the tears, and made herself accept that this was going to happen tonight. David was right, Alex knew. Their apartment was soundproofed enough that people in the guest room wouldn’t hear any of their private life. Still, it’s hard to get words out. David did not rush her, he just waited for her to speak patiently. He never rushed her in such moments, and it always worked. Alex would always give in to the silence.
Finally, Alex muttered a word that David could not quite hear. “Please do not mumble, I can’t hear you.” There was a harshness in David’s voice.
“I was…I was playing candy crush.” Alex finally made her words out.
“You were playing candy crush.” Though David didn’t raise his voice, the pause between his sentences made Alex’s heart sank. “The game you promised you would delete?”
“I’m sorry…” Alex murmured, there was not much left to say.
“So, were you working on your report at all today when I was cooking?”
“No.” Alex had to admit the truth, hung her head in shame.
The air went silent for a minute, and David spoke. “Wait for me in the bedroom and think about your behaviour.” David bid her and left her alone in the bedroom. Though David would never raise his voice to Alex, the anger flared in his voice was still distinguishable. David would never discipline her when angry. Emotions would cloud one’s judgments. And her trust, her body, as well as her submission to him was not something that he should vent his rage with.
Hearing David leave the room, Alex slowly got out of her nightgown, folded it on the armchair beside their bed. It’s a house rule to get punished naked. She knelt on the thick little rug in the corner of their bedroom, hands clasped behind her body. The little rug was specially placed there for Alex’s before and after punishment corner times. David did not believe in kneeling on the cold hard floor. It’s bad for your knees. He would say. David and his weird obsession with knees. Alex thought to herself. He’s like a nagging mom when it came to her health. David must have turned up the thermostat, even though the snow was swirling outside, she did not feel cold. Goosebumps rose on her skin despite the warmth in the room. Alex found herself concentrating more on what would happen to her rather than what she did. She’s nervous, and she could feel the dampness between her legs. What would David use on me? She felt kind of lucky that she wouldn’t be caned tonight. The old cane that she dreaded most amongst all the instruments that delivered pain to her buttocks broke and the new one hadn’t arrived. Thinking about how David was going to take her in hands gave her a weak feeling in her knees. Lucky that she was already kneeling.
Alex didn’t know how long she was kneeling. When David finally entered the room again, the sound of the door opening sent a warm flow down Alex’s spine.
“Stand up and face me,” David commanded. And Alex did.
Standing there, naked, Alex saw David had a hanger in his hands. The cheap kind that came free with dry cleaning. It’s made of iron wire, not very sturdy. David grabbed the hook of the hanger with one hand, and the midpoint of the hanging bar of the hanger with the other hand and pulled. After the hanger was pulled straight, David twisted the two strands of iron wire into a single cane. Watching David turn one hanger into a cane within ten seconds suddenly reminded Alex how strong was the man she married. This must be the instrument that is going to implicit pain on me. Alex felt something rise from her stomach. A feeling of electricity ran through her entire body. Her blood rushed faster, each of her cells dilated, she felt helpless as much as yearning. She couldn’t help but let out a low whimper. A wet sound, a trembling sound, a sound of a puppy dog. However, David seemed not moved by it. He gave a few swings of the new-made cane in the air, the whistling sound of it cutting through air tightened Alex’s breath.
Alex started to wish the old cane was not broken. From the look of it, this thing was gonna hurt way more than that one.
David put the hanger aside, sat on the bed, and patted his laps. Alex walked to David reluctantly and laid across his knees.
“Do you think you deserve a spanking today?” David did not start spanking her right away.
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?” A heavy blow suddenly landed on Alex’s left cheek, leaving a burning hand imprint. After years with Alex, David now could spank only with his hand as hard as other people using instruments.
“Yes, sir!” Another blow landed on Alex’s right cheek. David was spanking her slowly and steadily.
“Why do you think you deserve a spanking baby girl?” David asked.
Alex hated this part, even more than the actual painful punishment. But David would always make her reflect on her own behaviour before he lectured her. Alex wished he could just tell her. She would rather accept the scolding than the questions.
“I burned your dish, sir.”
“And?” Two more faster slaps landed on the same spot just a little lower than her left buttock. Alex gasped.
“And I reinstalled the game that I promised to delete, sir.” But I did delete it. Though Alex knew better to hold her tongue.
“And?” The same spot on her right cheek was attacked with two harder blows.
And what? Isn’t that all? What else did I do today?
Another three hard blows landed on Alex’s tender sit spot. Alex squirmed.
“I’m asking you a question!”
“I’m sorry! Sir! And I didn’t finish any work today!” Alex started guessing. She could not think straight with her backside smacked furrily, she wanted to wiggle but David’s left hand clasped the small of her back, making it impossible to move even just a little bit.
“And?”
Why is there another and? Did David know the pot was ruined? He shouldn’t have seen！ Should I confess that now?
Alex was flustered by the seemly never-ending questioning. It must have taken too long for Alex to search through her brain to find an answer that would not put her in more trouble, David took the silence as defiance.
“Seems like the corner time didn’t work at all.” David took the tender flesh on Alex’s inner thigh and pinched hard. Unlike the burning pain on her backside skin, the pain was sharp and sudden. The pain went through Alex’s body like a lightning strike through a tree. Alex couldn’t help but cry out. Suddenly remembering her friends were still across the hall, Alex made herself swallow the latter half of her cry, turned it into a longer whimper.
“I’m sorry, sir! Please.” The pain left Alex mind blank, she pleaded.
David let go of the pinch. Before Alex could take a breath, David started to spank the backside of her thighs. The flesh on her thighs was much tenderer than it of her bottom, so each smack hurt worse.
“First of all, you disobeyed me and reinstalled that game. Do I need to take your phone away so you can control yourself around these devices?” David scolded, kept spanking her thighs at the same speed.
“No, sir!”
“And secondly, I gave you one simple job to do, you screwed it because you totally ignored other people. It’s not about the dish, it’s your attitude! I do love to take care of you, but I’m not your maid. When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it!” David kept on scolding and spanking Alex hard.
Guilt flooded Alex’s mind. Acting as the caregiver, David did take care of her and undertake most of the housework. She never meant to take him for granted. It’s just that getting used to this kind of life made her sometimes forget that meals didn’t cook themselves and clothes couldn’t wash themselves. And with all the work piled up, Alex was so stressed that she was so focused on herself. She couldn’t even recall the last time she tided up her own belongings other than when David asked her to this morning. And their apartment was always spotless. Maybe she did take David for granted, even without meaning it.
“I’m sorry…” Alex whispered, tried her very best to hold still. But the feeling of shame and guilt did not ease the pain.
“Yes, you will be, young lady.”
The hand spanking went on another fifteen minutes. By the time David helped Alex back to her feet, her entire backside was glowing with lovely bright red.
“Get me the hanger,” David commanded.
This was also the part Alex hated. Every time she got punished, she had to fetch the instrument that was going to inflict great pain on her herself. She took the hanger and handed it to David with both hands.
“On the bed, on all fours, and your legs spread apart,” David ordered.
Alex climbed on the bed and got into position. Just as Alex thought she was prepared for the rest of her punishment, she saw something on the nightstand. A piece of ginger root cut to the shape of a small plug lied on a small plate. Alex’s heart sank at the sight of it. It’s been a while since she was punished with a ginger plug in her butthole last time. The feeling was something one could not easily forget. Alex let out a soundless cry but didn’t move.
“If you break position, we’ll start this over.” David took the ginger root and walked behind Alex.
She could not help clenching when she felt the ginger root edged towards her anus.
“Relax!” David’s voice was still not high but stern. Alex had no choice but to comply.
Then Alex felt the uncomfortable feeling of something stuffing her, she couldn’t help but let out a moaning. It did not start to burn at once. It’s a warm feeling. Before Alex could take a second thought on the ginger root, the first switching landed square on her cheeks. Alex bit back a moan as pain blossomed across her punished ass. The position required Alex to be all stretched out. And that made the impact much worse. With Alex out of David’s lap, he’d have ample room to swing the hanger through the full, pain-inducing range of motion. With a similar kind of sharp pain biting in her flesh like the regular cane, the hanger carried more momentum with the same velocity. The skin where the hanger landed swelled up instantly into a red protruding stripe.
Another stroke landed low, right where her cheeks met her thighs. The pain was so sharp that Alex wiggled and clenched before she knew it. The ginger root now started to take effect. Her tensing up sent a sharp pain through her rectum. Her backside was burning, inside and out.
It was hard to not make a sound. Alex whimpered and groaned. With the ginger root inside her, Alex had to use all her will power to not clench and stay in position. David was distributing the pian, aiming for a new spot with each stroke of the hanger. After about two dozens of blows, Alex felt like each inch of her backside skin was on fire, from her bottom to her thighs. David speeded up the spanking, striking the same spot multiple times before he moved on. Three strokes landed almost perfectly on top of an older one nearly within a split second, hard and quick. This was the final straw that broke her fortitude and the floodgate opened. Alex burst into tears. She bit her lip and wept intensely with a low cry. Sobs racked through her body as she lost control and gave in to her distress. She was trembling.
Observed this, David stop the spanking. He put a hand on Alex’s back and stroke her gently, soothing her. When Alex calmed down a bit and stopped shivering, David slid a finger inside her pussy. Her nipples were erect, and she was soaking wet.
“You are dehydrating from both ends, honey.” David teased. Alex could tell the harshness in David's voice had been gone. Instead, he sounded more relaxed and warmer. A desire that was building up inside Alex’s body throughout the whole night seemed to wake up. She tried to wriggle to meet his finger, to feel the tickling sweetness that brought. But David snatched his finger away. David had this “no sex” house rule, which means there wouldn’t be any sex on the same day he punished her. It’s for you to learn a lesson, not to pleasure either of us. He would say.
He did take the ginger root that was inside her away. Alex gave a sigh of relief when she felt it. Although the ginger plug was gone, the burning sensation lingered.
“Final twenty strokes and your punishment is over. Do not get out of position or I will start over from one. You don’t need to count every stroke out.” Normally Alex would have to count each one out, but David spared her of that today.
Alex released a further flow of tears and sobs at this news. She sniffed miserably but whispered her agreement.
The last twenty ones were slow and even harder. David gave a few seconds after each stroke for her to absorb the pain. Alex clung to the bedsheet tigtly, trembled violently when each time the hanger bit cruly on her backside skin. Without the ginger root inside her, Alex couldn’t help but clenched and wiggled a little. When the last hardest stroke landed on her, she almost jumped. But David didn’t start it over.
After Alex heard David put down the hanger on the nightstand and told her it was over, she fell onto the bed and cried softly into the pillow. David knelt on the bed beside her, rubbing soothing lotion onto her swollen bottom. Alex’s ass was still throbbing steadily. But the touch of the lotion made her feel better.
After David was done. He pulled the duvet over Alex’s body, turned off the lights, and got in with her. Feeling David got into bed beside her, Alex turned to face him. David held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She melted instantly, accepting his offered arms to enfold her in an extremely welcome embrace. She sobbed softly against his chest, sniffing apologies. It was so comforting, to be held like that.
“It’s over now baby, all is forgiven and the slate is wiped clean.” He assured her. Somehow this sentence induced further cries from Alex.
“I ruined the pot when I tried to clean it!” Alex confessed, sobbing.
“I know.” David chuckled, amused by the fact that she thought she could hide it from him. “It’s ruined anyway without your attacking it with the steel wool. Don’t worry about it.”
As David held him tighter, her still heated flesh against his, Alex could feel his manhood stiffening. But he did not act on it. Instead, he asked why Alex relapsed into the game she was clear addicted to. “I’m stressed out,” Alex explained. She tended to avoid work with this kind of numbing behaviour when work started to pile up and she got anxious, and the more she was avoiding the more the work piled up, thus more anxious she was. It was a vicious cycle. She complained about the frustration in her work and research, David listened patiently. After she was finished, David comforted her and promised he would help with her schedule and time management on the morrow.
Alex dozed off after that. Feeling Alex’s breath steadied and deepened, David kissed her lightly on the forehead. They both fell into a contented sleep that night, bodies pressed together, spooning and relishing the contact.