Featuring the same characters as The inappropriate costume. It also ended up featuring much of the same story beats, but I still think it's worth reading.
Many people would say that a 22-year-old woman was far too old to put on her favourite boots and go jumping in puddles. Zoe would poke her tongue at these people and call them names, and then keep jumping in puddles, because it made her happy.
Zoe had been at the store to buy sweets. Wearing a lovely yellow raincoat and her best boots, she'd spotted the giant puddles everywhere and wondered if there was a reason NOT to go splashing through them. Deciding, in the end, that there wasn't, she'd spent an enjoyable half-hour skipping from puddle to puddle. When she finally made it home, she was grinning happily, bouncing into the living room to tell her boyfriend all about it without even taking her muddy boots off.
Her boyfriend, who had spent the morning cleaning, was NOT grinning when he saw it.
"Zoe," Thomas said, clearly making an effort to keep his voice calm, "Is there a reason why you still have your shoes on?"
"You should have seen the puddles!" Zoe exclaimed, too excited to notice her boyfriend's expression, or the previously-clean carpets. "They were really big!"
"Zoe, please look around you. You've dragged mud all over the house." The tall, dark-haired man loomed at least a foot over his petite ginger girlfriend, and there was a look on his face and a tone to his voice that a perceptive listener might have noticed and taken into consideration when planning her next move.
Zoe, however, was more known for her cheerfulness than her perceptiveness or common sense. "Oh? Well, whatever. Anyway, the store had gummy worms again! They ran out recently, but they're back!" She grinned.
"Zoe," Thomas said, his voice now strict enough that even Zoe picked up on it, "I've spent the entire day washing and vacuuming, and I don't appreciate that you immediately mess it up again."
She bit her lip, realizing her mistake. Knowing that the best thing to do right now would be to apologize for her mistake and promise to clean it up, Zoe decided not to do that. "You're a sourpuss and a meanie, and I'm not sharing my gummy worms with you," she said, folding her arms in front of her chest.
The pout on her face was replaced with a wince as Thomas grabbed her earlobe. As she was dragged by the ear toward the straight-backed wooden chair that her boyfriend liked to keep in the living room 'just in case', she had a horrible feeling that she knew what he was about to do – and her fears were confirmed as he sat down, tipping her over his lap.
In one quick swipe, he'd pulled her yoga pants and her panties down to her ankles before she could protest – not that it would have helped much if she did, of course. He also made sure to remove her boots, placing them down on the hardwood floor, where they were stationary and could do no further damage. He did not want to imagine what mud-covered boots on kicking legs could do.
The first hard slap crashed down on her poor posterior, and she yelped, arching her back. "I cannot believe this," he growled as he spanked her quivering bottom hard and fast. "Not only do you drag mud all over the house, but you also mouth off at me?" She tried to get up, but he easily held her down, spanking her even harder. "Was that wise?"
"Ow! Let me up, you big bully," Zoe yelled as she tried to wriggle free. "Ouch! You can't do this!"
"I can and will, little girl," he said, his hand moving from cheek to cheek as she winced and squirmed. "If you can't behave on your own, I'm going to MAKE you behave."
Eventually realizing that struggling and demanding wasn't getting her anywhere, Zoe decided to try pleading. "Ow! Please, Tom, I've learned my lesson! I'll be good!" she said in her most pitiful voice.
"Really?" His tone suggested he found that hard to believe, and he did not pause the spanking for a single second. "Why don't you tell me what you did wrong, then."
"Ow!" Zoe moaned. "I won't go jumping in puddles, I swear!"
He sighed. "That's not what this is about, Zoe. You can jump in all the puddles you want – just take off your shoes so you don't drag it all over the house, and don't give me attitude when I call you out on it!" His hand started to smack her sensitive sit spots, causing renewed howls from the red-bottomed girl.
"Owie! Yes, that! I won't do THAT anymore!" she insisted. "That's right!"
His hand continued to rise and fall, blistering every inch of her bottom while she kicked and squealed. Tears were rolling down her face, but he ignored her pleas and blubbering as he spanked her soundly.
By the time she was allowed to stand up, her bottom was bright red and burning like a campfire. She hoped he would hug her and tell her she was forgiven, but instead, he pushed her into her usual corner, placing her hands on her head. "You will stand here in corner time for fifteen minutes. Then, you can get dressed and clean up the mess you've made."
She glared over her shoulder at him. How dare he treat her like this? Why was he being so mean and ruining her lovely day? It was only when she saw the expression on his face that she spun around again, facing the corner like a good girl. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quick enough – he stepped over, delivering a dozen hard spanks to each cheek that had her dancing in place and sobbing.
"THIRTY minutes in the corner, then. And you will be doing the cleaning naked from the waist down. Is that clear?" His voice suggested that any further attitude on her part would be poorly received.
"Yes, sir," she said as meekly as she could. This day wasn't turning out quite as wonderful as she had hoped.
At least she still had the gummy worms.
Zoe had been at the store to buy sweets. Wearing a lovely yellow raincoat and her best boots, she'd spotted the giant puddles everywhere and wondered if there was a reason NOT to go splashing through them. Deciding, in the end, that there wasn't, she'd spent an enjoyable half-hour skipping from puddle to puddle. When she finally made it home, she was grinning happily, bouncing into the living room to tell her boyfriend all about it without even taking her muddy boots off.
Her boyfriend, who had spent the morning cleaning, was NOT grinning when he saw it.
"Zoe," Thomas said, clearly making an effort to keep his voice calm, "Is there a reason why you still have your shoes on?"
"You should have seen the puddles!" Zoe exclaimed, too excited to notice her boyfriend's expression, or the previously-clean carpets. "They were really big!"
"Zoe, please look around you. You've dragged mud all over the house." The tall, dark-haired man loomed at least a foot over his petite ginger girlfriend, and there was a look on his face and a tone to his voice that a perceptive listener might have noticed and taken into consideration when planning her next move.
Zoe, however, was more known for her cheerfulness than her perceptiveness or common sense. "Oh? Well, whatever. Anyway, the store had gummy worms again! They ran out recently, but they're back!" She grinned.
"Zoe," Thomas said, his voice now strict enough that even Zoe picked up on it, "I've spent the entire day washing and vacuuming, and I don't appreciate that you immediately mess it up again."
She bit her lip, realizing her mistake. Knowing that the best thing to do right now would be to apologize for her mistake and promise to clean it up, Zoe decided not to do that. "You're a sourpuss and a meanie, and I'm not sharing my gummy worms with you," she said, folding her arms in front of her chest.
The pout on her face was replaced with a wince as Thomas grabbed her earlobe. As she was dragged by the ear toward the straight-backed wooden chair that her boyfriend liked to keep in the living room 'just in case', she had a horrible feeling that she knew what he was about to do – and her fears were confirmed as he sat down, tipping her over his lap.
In one quick swipe, he'd pulled her yoga pants and her panties down to her ankles before she could protest – not that it would have helped much if she did, of course. He also made sure to remove her boots, placing them down on the hardwood floor, where they were stationary and could do no further damage. He did not want to imagine what mud-covered boots on kicking legs could do.
The first hard slap crashed down on her poor posterior, and she yelped, arching her back. "I cannot believe this," he growled as he spanked her quivering bottom hard and fast. "Not only do you drag mud all over the house, but you also mouth off at me?" She tried to get up, but he easily held her down, spanking her even harder. "Was that wise?"
"Ow! Let me up, you big bully," Zoe yelled as she tried to wriggle free. "Ouch! You can't do this!"
"I can and will, little girl," he said, his hand moving from cheek to cheek as she winced and squirmed. "If you can't behave on your own, I'm going to MAKE you behave."
Eventually realizing that struggling and demanding wasn't getting her anywhere, Zoe decided to try pleading. "Ow! Please, Tom, I've learned my lesson! I'll be good!" she said in her most pitiful voice.
"Really?" His tone suggested he found that hard to believe, and he did not pause the spanking for a single second. "Why don't you tell me what you did wrong, then."
"Ow!" Zoe moaned. "I won't go jumping in puddles, I swear!"
He sighed. "That's not what this is about, Zoe. You can jump in all the puddles you want – just take off your shoes so you don't drag it all over the house, and don't give me attitude when I call you out on it!" His hand started to smack her sensitive sit spots, causing renewed howls from the red-bottomed girl.
"Owie! Yes, that! I won't do THAT anymore!" she insisted. "That's right!"
His hand continued to rise and fall, blistering every inch of her bottom while she kicked and squealed. Tears were rolling down her face, but he ignored her pleas and blubbering as he spanked her soundly.
By the time she was allowed to stand up, her bottom was bright red and burning like a campfire. She hoped he would hug her and tell her she was forgiven, but instead, he pushed her into her usual corner, placing her hands on her head. "You will stand here in corner time for fifteen minutes. Then, you can get dressed and clean up the mess you've made."
She glared over her shoulder at him. How dare he treat her like this? Why was he being so mean and ruining her lovely day? It was only when she saw the expression on his face that she spun around again, facing the corner like a good girl. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quick enough – he stepped over, delivering a dozen hard spanks to each cheek that had her dancing in place and sobbing.
"THIRTY minutes in the corner, then. And you will be doing the cleaning naked from the waist down. Is that clear?" His voice suggested that any further attitude on her part would be poorly received.
"Yes, sir," she said as meekly as she could. This day wasn't turning out quite as wonderful as she had hoped.
At least she still had the gummy worms.
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