Unexpected (F/M story)

He knew he'd said too much. Aiden had always had a mouth quicker than his brain, and he'd gotten in trouble for it more than once. But he couldn't think of anyone he'd insulted quite like he'd insulted his girlfriend now.

It'd been two days, and he could tell she was still really upset. Eve was usually quite forgiving, but he had a feeling this could be the end of their relationship. But he wasn't going to let that happen without doing his best to fix it.

"Listen, Eve, I'm sorry about it. Really, I am." She glared at him, but didn't respond. He sighed. "What can I do to convince you I'm sorry? I'll do anything, name it."

She looked him up and down, as if judging him. "There's only one thing that'll make me feel better about your apology."

"Name it," he told her.

She glanced over at the wall, unable to stomach the sight of him any longer. "You've hurt me, hurt me deeply, and you're going to pay for that the old-fashioned way." She looked at him again. "With a good, old-fashioned spanking."

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. "Sorry?" he said at last.

"You heard me. That's your only option. You either go to the bedroom, remove your trousers, and go stand in the corner until I come to put you over my knee, or you pack your bags and get the hell out."

There was no real choice there.

He placed his trousers on the bed, shivering a little in the cold of the bedroom. He faced the corner, thinking about what was going to happen. A spanking! He hadn't been spanked in years, since that time he was twelve and decided to test whether his sister's bicycle would float.

And now his girlfriend was going to take him over her lap. Would it hurt? Ordinarily, he wouldn't have thought her capable of really causing him pain, but he knew she would be pretty upset.

"Have you thought about your actions?" she said as he entered the room.

"Yes, Eve. I have," he said as he turned to face her. His eyes widened a little as he spotted the large wooden hairbrush in her hand. His mother had owned one quite like it.

She sat down on the bed, crooking her finger at him to come closer. He walked towards her, legs beginning to get weak. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. He blushed a little; he'd been naked in front of her before, plenty of times, but never quite like this.

She patted her lap. "Come here."

He lowered himself over her lap, and flinched a little as she began rubbing his bottom with the brush. "Are you ready for this?"

Not really, he thought to himself. But there was no point in wasting any more time. "I'm ready."

The first few smacks took him by surprise; it had been quite a while since he'd been spanked, and the years had drove all memory of the pain away. Now, however, it all came flooding back.

He kicked his legs a little.

"Settle down, or I'll miss," she told him.

"But it hurts!"

"That's the whole point," she responded. She tightened her grip on him; he wasn't getting away until she was done.

When she finally put the brush down, telling him to get up, his bottom felt like it was on fire. He jumped to his feet, trying in vain to rub the sting away. Eve suddenly realized that he had an erection.

"What's this?" she giggled. "Did you enjoy having your bottom smacked, Aiden?"

He blushed. There was no denying it.

She smiled up at him. "Well, baby, maybe we'll repeat this next weekend, when your bottom has had a while to recover."

She looked down at her jeans, noticing the wet spot on her tight.

"Remind me to wear something OTHER than my best jeans," she said, clucking disapprovingly.