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."
She stomped out of the room. He cast a glance after her, wondering if he should do something about her attitude, but decided against it. He only had a few minutes left, after all.
Soon, he received an incoming call, and his boss' face appeared on the monitor. "Hello, Thomas! Everything OK?"
"Hello, Sandra! Yes, I've completed the Robertson report. I think it's going to work out even better than we expected, actually."
They spent a few minutes discussing the upcoming project, before Sandra suddenly smiled at him. "So, will we see you in the office tomorrow?"
"Of course," he said, nodding. "Like I said, I'll be in the office whenever you need me, though there are benefits to working from home."
"Yes, I can see that," she chuckled, and he realized that she was looking at something behind him.
It was with a certain trepidation that Thomas glanced over his shoulder. Zoe was behind him going through the bookshelf, having decided to sneak into the room while he had his headset on. However, the shirt she slept in was gone, and she had not put on a bra yet, meaning that the only thing protecting her modesty was a pair of extremely skimpy panties.
Thomas quickly shut off his webcam and microphone. He jumped to his feet, confronting his girlfriend. "I told you that I had a meeting! What on Earth are you doing?"
"I just wanted something to read," she pouted.
"So you stripped down and headed into the room I'm working in? There's books in the bedroom, magazines in the living room…" He glared at her. "You were trying to distract me again, weren't you?"
She blushed. "Of course not," she insisted, but she had never been a very good liar.
He put on his sternest expression. "You will go into the living room and stand with your nose in the corner – and remain there for twenty minutes," he told her.
She folded her arms in front of her chest, glaring defiantly at him. "Why should I?"
"Because you're getting a spanking as soon as my lunch break starts – and if you do as you're told, I'll use my hand instead of the belt."
She swallowed. She'd felt his belt against her sensitive bottom several times, and had no desire to repeat the experience. "I'm sorry," she squeaked, suddenly eager to placate him.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he assured her, turning her around and sending her out of the room with a smack to the rear that made her squeal. He closed the door, quickly returning to his laptop. "Sorry about that," he told his boss. "Zoe had forgotten that I was in a meeting. I'll make sure she doesn't do it again."
His boss chuckled. "Hey, I'm the only one in the call, and I can assure you that I saw absolutely nothing. Now, about that report…"
After the meeting, Thomas logged out of his computer and rose to his feet. Slowly and carefully, to make sure he didn't make the slightest sound, he opened the door and peeked into the living room. He smiled when he saw Zoe facing the corner, still clad only in her panties – she could follow directions after all! She was fidgeting, but that was understandable. He was relieved; he hated having to use the belt on her, but it was necessary sometimes.
Moving quietly into the centre of the room, he cleared his throat, causing her to jump a foot in the air. "Turn around, Zoe." She turned slowly, a look of dread on her face. "Would you care to explain yourself, young lady?"
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, biting her lip. "I was only trying to tease you."
"You're lucky it was just my boss on the call – what if it was a staff meeting? How would you feel at the Christmas party if I introduced you to my coworkers, and you had to sit there and know that half of them had seen you naked?"
She grimaced. It was clear she hadn't considered that.
He sat down on the sofa, patting his lap. "Panties down and over my knee, young lady." The clock was ticking, and he had a lot to do before his lunch break was over. She hesitated, and he glared at her. "Now, young lady!"
Trembling, Zoe pulled her panties down, before assuming the familiar position over her boyfriend's lap. Stretched out on the sofa, her bottom raised over his lap, she whimpered as she waited for the first awful smack. She then squealed as the first hard slaps landed on her quivering cheeks. "Ow!"
"You've been a total brat today, Zoe, and you deserve every smack I'm going to give you," he lectured as he continued to spank her. "Distracting me from my work? Trying to guilt me into slacking off? If you want me to be home with you, I need to prove to my boss that I can still perform my tasks!" He gave her a set of hard slaps to the sit spots that caused her to howl and kick her legs. "Do you want me to start going into the office again? Or return to the gas station?"
"N-no, sir! Please, not so hard! Owie!" she squealed. Even though he was only using his hand, it stung like hell, and she could already feel tears in her eyes.
He spanked hard and fast, his hand moving from cheek to cheek as he spanked every inch of her posterior. She was squirming over his lap, pleading for mercy as her bottom burned.
When she finally broke down, sobbing pitifully over his lap, Thomas glanced at the clock. He had thirty minutes for his lunch break, and he'd used fifteen of them. Ten minutes of aftercare would give him five minutes to throw together a sandwich and eat it, before he had to return to his work. He hated having to rush, but her behaviour had required immediate adjustment.
He helped her sit as he dried her tears, and she curled up in his lap. He often made her stand in the corner after her punishments, but this time, she'd already served her timeout – and he didn't have time for anything more. He cooed gently, rocking her back and forth and running his fingers through her hair as she calmed down. "It's OK, baby. You're forgiven."
Once she'd stopped crying, he stepped into the kitchen, preparing two sandwiches and handing one to her as he began to wolf the other down – though Zoe chose to stand as she ate her lunch.
Before returning to work, Thomas fetched something from their bedroom, placing it on the coffee table. Zoe took a step back, both hands clasping her burning rear, when she spotted the small, heavy wooden paddle. "W-what's that for?" she said nervously.
"Just a little reminder for you," he told her. "If you misbehave again before my workday is over, you'll find yourself over my lap for a discipline session that will make the spanking you just got seem like a walk in the park. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she said timidly. "I promise to behave, Thomas!"
He'd heard those words before, and rarely believed them – though today, they sounded more sincere than usual.
"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."
She stomped out of the room. He cast a glance after her, wondering if he should do something about her attitude, but decided against it. He only had a few minutes left, after all.
Soon, he received an incoming call, and his boss' face appeared on the monitor. "Hello, Thomas! Everything OK?"
"Hello, Sandra! Yes, I've completed the Robertson report. I think it's going to work out even better than we expected, actually."
They spent a few minutes discussing the upcoming project, before Sandra suddenly smiled at him. "So, will we see you in the office tomorrow?"
"Of course," he said, nodding. "Like I said, I'll be in the office whenever you need me, though there are benefits to working from home."
"Yes, I can see that," she chuckled, and he realized that she was looking at something behind him.
It was with a certain trepidation that Thomas glanced over his shoulder. Zoe was behind him going through the bookshelf, having decided to sneak into the room while he had his headset on. However, the shirt she slept in was gone, and she had not put on a bra yet, meaning that the only thing protecting her modesty was a pair of extremely skimpy panties.
Thomas quickly shut off his webcam and microphone. He jumped to his feet, confronting his girlfriend. "I told you that I had a meeting! What on Earth are you doing?"
"I just wanted something to read," she pouted.
"So you stripped down and headed into the room I'm working in? There's books in the bedroom, magazines in the living room…" He glared at her. "You were trying to distract me again, weren't you?"
She blushed. "Of course not," she insisted, but she had never been a very good liar.
He put on his sternest expression. "You will go into the living room and stand with your nose in the corner – and remain there for twenty minutes," he told her.
She folded her arms in front of her chest, glaring defiantly at him. "Why should I?"
"Because you're getting a spanking as soon as my lunch break starts – and if you do as you're told, I'll use my hand instead of the belt."
She swallowed. She'd felt his belt against her sensitive bottom several times, and had no desire to repeat the experience. "I'm sorry," she squeaked, suddenly eager to placate him.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he assured her, turning her around and sending her out of the room with a smack to the rear that made her squeal. He closed the door, quickly returning to his laptop. "Sorry about that," he told his boss. "Zoe had forgotten that I was in a meeting. I'll make sure she doesn't do it again."
His boss chuckled. "Hey, I'm the only one in the call, and I can assure you that I saw absolutely nothing. Now, about that report…"
After the meeting, Thomas logged out of his computer and rose to his feet. Slowly and carefully, to make sure he didn't make the slightest sound, he opened the door and peeked into the living room. He smiled when he saw Zoe facing the corner, still clad only in her panties – she could follow directions after all! She was fidgeting, but that was understandable. He was relieved; he hated having to use the belt on her, but it was necessary sometimes.
Moving quietly into the centre of the room, he cleared his throat, causing her to jump a foot in the air. "Turn around, Zoe." She turned slowly, a look of dread on her face. "Would you care to explain yourself, young lady?"
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, biting her lip. "I was only trying to tease you."
"You're lucky it was just my boss on the call – what if it was a staff meeting? How would you feel at the Christmas party if I introduced you to my coworkers, and you had to sit there and know that half of them had seen you naked?"
She grimaced. It was clear she hadn't considered that.
He sat down on the sofa, patting his lap. "Panties down and over my knee, young lady." The clock was ticking, and he had a lot to do before his lunch break was over. She hesitated, and he glared at her. "Now, young lady!"
Trembling, Zoe pulled her panties down, before assuming the familiar position over her boyfriend's lap. Stretched out on the sofa, her bottom raised over his lap, she whimpered as she waited for the first awful smack. She then squealed as the first hard slaps landed on her quivering cheeks. "Ow!"
"You've been a total brat today, Zoe, and you deserve every smack I'm going to give you," he lectured as he continued to spank her. "Distracting me from my work? Trying to guilt me into slacking off? If you want me to be home with you, I need to prove to my boss that I can still perform my tasks!" He gave her a set of hard slaps to the sit spots that caused her to howl and kick her legs. "Do you want me to start going into the office again? Or return to the gas station?"
"N-no, sir! Please, not so hard! Owie!" she squealed. Even though he was only using his hand, it stung like hell, and she could already feel tears in her eyes.
He spanked hard and fast, his hand moving from cheek to cheek as he spanked every inch of her posterior. She was squirming over his lap, pleading for mercy as her bottom burned.
When she finally broke down, sobbing pitifully over his lap, Thomas glanced at the clock. He had thirty minutes for his lunch break, and he'd used fifteen of them. Ten minutes of aftercare would give him five minutes to throw together a sandwich and eat it, before he had to return to his work. He hated having to rush, but her behaviour had required immediate adjustment.
He helped her sit as he dried her tears, and she curled up in his lap. He often made her stand in the corner after her punishments, but this time, she'd already served her timeout – and he didn't have time for anything more. He cooed gently, rocking her back and forth and running his fingers through her hair as she calmed down. "It's OK, baby. You're forgiven."
Once she'd stopped crying, he stepped into the kitchen, preparing two sandwiches and handing one to her as he began to wolf the other down – though Zoe chose to stand as she ate her lunch.
Before returning to work, Thomas fetched something from their bedroom, placing it on the coffee table. Zoe took a step back, both hands clasping her burning rear, when she spotted the small, heavy wooden paddle. "W-what's that for?" she said nervously.
"Just a little reminder for you," he told her. "If you misbehave again before my workday is over, you'll find yourself over my lap for a discipline session that will make the spanking you just got seem like a walk in the park. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she said timidly. "I promise to behave, Thomas!"
He'd heard those words before, and rarely believed them – though today, they sounded more sincere than usual.
Good story, not too severe, hand spanking vs. belt, and lap aftercare. Nice and romantic!!
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