Zoe & Thomas: Working from home (M/F story)

 Part of the Zoe & Thomas series.

 

 Thomas sat at the desk in the spare bedroom, a cup of tea at his side as he typed at his work laptop. Behind him, his girlfriend Zoe entered the room, dressed only in one of his old shirts as she stretched sleepily. Her professors had taken the week off for an autumn break, so she didn't have college classes this week.

"Hey, babe," she mumbled as she leaned down for a kiss on the lips. "Let's have breakfast!" She thought for a second. "Though I suppose it'll be lunch in your case, won't it?"

"Hello, sweetie," he responded, beaming up at her. "That sounds great, but lunch is still an hour away, and I have a Teams meeting with my boss soon."

She pouted. "I'm not sure I can wait that long. I'm hungry now!"

"Then have a snack or something, and I'll join you when I can – or you can go ahead and eat, and we'll sit together during lunch. Whatever sounds best to you."

She folded her arms in front of her chest, pouting even more. "I thought the whole point of you being home was that we could spend time together. I don't know why you don't want to be around me."

He sighed, preparing to break it down for her yet again. "Zoe, the office job pays a LOT more than my old job at the gas station, it's more fulfilling, it's safer, and I'm not as tired at the end of the day, which are all good things, right?"

She nodded, still pouting.

"The only problem is the commute, which is longer than I'd prefer – but the boss allows me to work from home most of the time, which is very nice of her." He smiled. "That way, I avoid the commute, and we can spend breaks and lunch together – in fact, you can bring a book or something in here, and we can spend every second together, as long as I actually do my work. The problem is, if I don't complete my tasks, I can't work from home any longer, which would be bad."

Zoe was still pouting. "I wish you could come to lunch with me NOW."

"And so do I – but unfortunately, I still have that meeting." He smiled at her, kissing her again. "You can be patient for one little hour, can't you?"

"I guess," she mumbled. He turned to his laptop again, checking what he needed to prepare for the meeting. Suddenly, he felt her lips at the base of his neck.

"Zoe, it's hard to concentrate when you're kissing my neck," he scolded.

"Really?" she said, grinning as her lips moved to his ear. "Guess you have to take a break, then."

He sighed. "I told you that I have a meeting. You're not being a good girl, Zoe. Do you want me to take you over my knee?"

She shivered. "No," she grumbled.

"Then I suggest you start behaving."

Zoe & Thomas

 I've decided to make pages linking to all parts of a series, to make it easier for readers to find them when they want to read the whole thing. This will be slowly and gradually, and I don't know when the next page will be created.

 

"Zoe & Thomas" is the tale of a bratty woman in her early twenties, and the boyfriend that disciplines her when she needs it. All parts are M/F punishment stories.

Part 1: The inappropriate costume  

Part 2: Puddles

Part 3: Halloween in the cemetery

Part 4: Working from home

 

It's always fun writing Zoe's dialogue, as she is eternally unable to realize that she's talking her way into trouble.  If she just realized what she was doing, she could apologize and avoid a spanking - but then there wouldn't be a story, would there?

Disciplining her flatmate (F/F story)

When I first had the idea for last week's story about a woman that spanks her dorm-mate for being messy, I couldn't decide whether the spankee should be into it or not. In the end, I decided to write both. This is the second one – different in many ways, but based on the same premise. I hope you enjoy it.

 

 "When are you finally going to start vacuuming?" I said sternly as I glared down at my flatmate Luanna, who was sitting on the sofa and staring at her phone. We'd been living together for about a month, but it was beginning to feel like it had lasted a decade.

"I told you, I'll get to it, Joelle. Don't nag me. You're sounding like my mother," Luanna said, rolling her eyes in a way that would have been annoying for a teenager – and it didn't get any less infuriating when coming from a 25-year-old woman.

Luanna had only recently moved out of her parental home, where her mother had done almost all of the housework. As such, I now found myself with a flatmate who didn't clean up after herself, had never done her own laundry, and considered boiling an egg to be an impossible culinary challenge. She also seemed to struggle with the concept that the hot water tank in our flat was smaller than the one in her mother's large house. Every time I found myself forced to take a cold shower in the morning, I could feel my palm itch, longing to give Luanna the one thing her mother had never been considerate enough to give her: a long, hard spanking on the bare bottom.

And if there was one word that described Luanna, besides "brat", it would probably be "spankable." She was a tall brunette with a firm, well-shaped backside that she loved to show off in tight jeans, and there was something about her pouty expression that made me long to see her standing in the corner with those jeans pooled around her feet and her red bottom on display. She'd look even cuter like that, I decided. 

It would be one thing if she was eager to learn some of the things her mother had failed to impart, finally ready to grow up, but that was sadly not the case. When I offered to teach her how to do something, or help her with a task, she quickly tried to sneak away and leave it to me.

Deciding I had better things to do with my day than stand there and watch my flatmate not doing housework, I headed out. I was picking up a parcel from the post office, and we needed groceries. I'd previously tried to make Luanna do the shopping, but either she'd postpone it until the shops were closed, or she'd somehow convince herself that buying a latte at Starbucks counted as getting milk.

The line at the post office was even worse than I had expected, and when I finally returned to the flat, more than two hours had passed. Before entering, I wondered whether Luanna had moved a finger while I was away, and soon discovered that she had – she hadn't done any vacuuming, but she'd made herself a sandwich. I could tell, because there was an assortment of spreads standing on the kitchen counter, and a dirty plate on the coffee table with a half-eaten sandwich lying next to it. I sighed – never mind cleaning up after herself, the girl couldn't even place the sandwich back on the plate after taking a bite.

Luanna was still staring at her phone, and I could no longer contain my wrath. "Luanna!" I snapped, taking the phone from her hands. "Either you clean up this mess RIGHT NOW, or you'll find yourself over my knee for a smacked bottom. Is that clear?"

Dorm room secrets (F/F story)

When I first found out that I would be sharing a dorm room with Lily, and thus sleeping only inches away from the most attractive and most popular girl I knew, my heart started beating. I considered myself the luckiest girl in the college, and I was quite looking forward to it. By now, almost two months later, that initial delight had definitely worn off.

Don't get me wrong; Lily was still a stunner – a tall, curvy blonde with a cute button nose, and it was always captivating to watch her bend over to retrieve something from the bottom drawer of her desk, and see those tight pyjamas stretch nicely over that beautiful bubble butt. I could feel my palm itch just looking at it. However, she turned out to be a real pain in the rear to live with. She was never knowingly selfish, but she was shortsighted and seemed unable to predict how her actions would affect others.

Today, I had gone straight to the library after my college classes were done, and I returned to the dorm room in the evening to find that a party had happened while I was away. Beer bottles were strewn all over the room, crisps had been trampled into the carpet, and there were stains that hadn't been cleaned up, while Lily was lying on her bed reading.

"Hi, Debra," she called out in her usual cheerful tone. "What's up?"

"Had a party, I see?" I said curtly. She nodded, and I continued: "And when were you planning to clean this up?"

"I'll do it tomorrow," she replied casually. "I'm a bit tired now."

"Do you think it's acceptable to leave the room in this state until then?" I said, placing my hands on my hips in what my little sister teasingly called my 'mum pose'.

She frowned. "Is something wrong, Debra? You seem upset."

"I'll tell you what's wrong," I said, starting to count on my fingers. "One, you hold a party here without asking me. It's my room too, and I have a right to know when there's going to be other people here. Who knows, maybe I'd accidentally left my underwear drawer open or something. Two, it's a bit hurtful that I didn't get an invite – I don't think I'd have spent the evening at the library if I knew there was a party."

A guilty expression crossed her face. She seemed about to say something, but didn't.

"Three. I come home after a long day of studying to find my room in a mess. If you're going to have a party, the least you can do is clean up after yourself – not leave it until the next day. Every part of the room is messy, and someone even accidentally spilled a beer bottle in my bed." I frowned. "At least, I HOPE that's what that small stain is…" Quickly sniffing it, I sighed in relief. "Thank God, it's just beer."

She rose up on her elbows, putting her book away. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't think –"

"I'm sure you didn't. You never do." I sighed. Too tired and frustrated to consider what I was saying, I blurted out "I should take you over my knee and spank you."

On the train (M/F story)

When Catalina boarded the train, she planned to read a bit in an empty compartment – which would not be difficult to find at this time of year. However, she soon spotted an attractive man sitting alone, and she concluded that while solitude could be great, there were benefits to company as well.

 

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with deep blue eyes and dark hair, and the slight stubble gave him a rugged look. "Can I sit here?" she asked with a smile as she opened the door.

 

The man shrugged, barely glancing at her. It was not the dazzling grin of welcome she'd hoped for, but it would do. She sat down next to him, deciding that she'd quite like to get to know him better.

 

As the train rolled on, however, Catalina found her efforts poorly rewarded. She learned that his name was Arthur and that he was on his way home from a work conference, but while he answered all of her questions, he didn't ask any in return, and he did little to keep up his half of the conversation. He mostly stared off into space, as if he was thinking deeply about something – or possibly on drugs.

 

She nodded to the window. "Do you mind pulling the blind up? The scenery here is quite beautiful."

 

He shook his head. "Sorry, but no. Seeing things speed past is… stressful."

 

She raised an eyebrow. His taciturnity suddenly made sense. "You're scared of trains?" she asked incredulously. He nodded. "What about flying?"

 

"Flying's worse," he told her, his voice slightly strained. "Trains at least stay on the ground most of the time. I prefer driving, with full control over where I'm going, but that wasn't an option this time."

 

Catalina giggled; there was something delightful about this big, strong man being scared by something so silly. He cast her an angry glare; it seemed he did not find the situation quite so humorous.

 

She reached out to pull up the blind, but he grabbed her wrist. "Stop it," he warned in a quiet voice.

 

She tried to shake him off and reach the window, but his grip was firm; it seemed he was just as strong as he looked. "Or what?" she said sassily. "What are you going to do if I pull the blind up?"

 

"I'll put you across my knee and spank you," he said calmly as he released her arm.

 

Catalina gasped, her heart beating rapidly. He couldn't have said what she'd just heard, could he? She looked at him, trying to find some hint that this was just some flirty joke, but he seemed entirely serious. Her backside tingled, and she decided that there was something thrilling about this man speaking as if he had every right to pull her across his knee if she disobeyed.