The fourth and last part of Abigail's adventures will be uploaded next week, but I wanted this uploaded before Valentine's Day. Another entry in the Zoe & Thomas series.
Zoe smiled blissfully as she curled up under the blanket on the couch. It was Friday, she didn't have any college classes today, and best of all, it was Valentine's Day! She wondered what Thomas was planning to do once he came home from work. Would he cook something lovely? Had he ordered a table at a nice restaurant? What sort of present had he bought? He knew how important the day was for her, and he always knew how to make her feel special.
Her phone rang. Seeing that it was her boyfriend, she eagerly picked it up. "Hello, darling!"
"Hi, Zoe. I've just been told that there will be a mandatory meeting at the end of the day, so I'll be about half an hour late. Thought I'd let you know. You have the day off, right? Were you planning to make dinner, or should I pick up a pizza on the way?"
Zoe's eyes widened. He expected her to cook on Valentine's Day? That was HIS job! And pizza? He couldn't even pick up something fancy? "I… I wasn't…" She was too stunned to speak.
"Oh, and I think I mentioned to you that I'm playing Fifa with Steve later today? Hope you didn't have any plans?"
Zoe couldn't believe her ears. He was going to play games with one of his buddies on Valentine's Day? After bringing home a cardboard pizza? She frowned. This would not go unpunished. "No plans, no," she said quietly.
"Are you OK?" he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "You seem upset. Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong. I'll have dinner ready when you come home," she promised, trying to sound cheerful.
"I'll see you soon. Love you, babe."
"See you later," she said, hanging up. She headed into the kitchen to prepare the first part of her surprise.
A few hours later, Zoe was lying on the bed with a glass of wine, still wearing her sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She'd originally planned to dress up before he came home, but their conversation had changed her mind. She heard Thomas enter the house and call out her name, but she didn't respond, and he started looking for her. By now, he would probably have noticed that the house didn't smell like dinner – Zoe had already eaten some pasta. She had no intention of cooking anything for him.
Thomas let out a shocked exclamation when he entered the living room. A few minutes later, he found her lounging on the bed. "Hello, Zoe," he said, his voice strangely calm. She didn't respond. "Would you care to explain why my PlayStation is full of porridge?"
"THAT is what happens when you ignore me on such a special day and make plans to play games with your friends instead," she huffed, glaring at him. "And pizza? Instead of a nice restaurant? Do you really think that's an appropriate Valentine's Day dinner?" She folded her arms in front of her chest. "I bet you don't even have a gift for me, do you?"
Thomas stared at her for several seconds, speechless. Finally, he sighed. "Zoe, Valentine's Day is tomorrow."
"Yes, it's SATURDAY the fourteenth. Today is Friday the THIRTEENTH," he said, struggling to remain calm. "That's why I booked a table for Saturday!"
"No!" She grabbed the calendar on his nightstand. "Look here! It's –" She stopped, staring at the calendar in her hands. "Oh," she whispered.
"Oh? That's all you have to say?" he said sternly.
She glanced up at him. Thomas did not look particularly happy right now. "Oh, well, how silly," she said. "It's the wrong day! Why don't I order you a pizza, and we –"
He placed his finger on her lips to silence her. "Let's recap. You got the date wrong, so you were upset that I hadn't prepared anything. Rather than tell me this when I phoned you, and communicating your feelings like a grownup, you decided to lie to me about your emotional state, tell me you'd have dinner ready when you had no intention of doing so, and then destroy an expensive console."
"Just a wacky misunderstanding," she said, giving him her cutest smile and praying that it would melt his heart.
To her disappointment, it didn't work. "Fetch the paddle," he ordered sternly.
Her face fell. "The paddle!? That can't… that's not necessary," she objected, trembling slightly.
"You are getting a spanking. That's not up for discussion. Fetch the paddle," he repeated.
"Now, I may have made a mistake," she said, holding her palms out towards him in a placating manner. "But that doesn't mean that –"
"I'm going to count to five," he declared. "One…"
Finally recognizing defeat, and realizing that dawdling would be unwise, Zoe ran for the drawer. She grimaced as she picked up the small, pink wooden paddle that had "Attitude adjuster" written on it. Thomas had bought it the first time she'd driven drunk. She hated the evil little thing with a fiery passion, but she'd eventually learned that it was a bad idea to try to throw it away.
He'd reached the count of four by the time she placed the handle in his waiting hand. He sat down on the bed, whisking her sweatpants down to puddle around her ankles. Her pink panties followed them, and she found herself in the familiar position of being bare-bottomed over his lap. She bit her lip; this was going to be awful.
Placing the paddle down on the bed, he stroked her trembling bottom gently with his hand. "I can't believe you, Zoe," he said, the disappointment in his voice far more painful than anger would have been. "You're upset because you think I've forgotten the date, but instead of talking to me, you decide to throw a tantrum." He delivered a set of hard smacks that caused her to squeal and kick her legs. "You don't even check to make sure you have the right date before destroying my PlayStation!"
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, spanking her firmly. Zoe squirmed, yelping as his hand struck. She always forgot just how painful the spankings were. Maybe if her memory was better, her behaviour would be too.
"And when I point out your mistake, you don't even apologize for what you've done! You just try to laugh it off!" He spanked harder and faster, his hand a blur as it smacked down on her soft skin.
Zoe bucked and bounced over his lap, tears rolling down her cheeks as her bottom burned. She'd heard about the concept of taking your spankings bravely, but she had never seen the appeal.
For several minutes, his hard hand crashed down on her poor posterior, and she howled and squirmed. His palm stung like a swarm of bees, and she couldn't imagine anything more painful.
Then, he picked up the paddle.
When the hard wood tapped gently against her burning cheeks, her eyes widened. "Thomas!" she pleaded. "Please! Not that!"
"You deserve every swat you're going to get," he scolded. The first stroke smacked down, and she howled with renewed vigour.
"And another thing," he said, giving her another smack. "Even IF I had forgotten the date, you should STILL have talked to me like an adult instead of playing childish pranks."
Zoe wasn't sure that she agreed with that statement, but since she was currently bare-bottomed over his knee being paddled, she decided not to voice her objections. She was too busy howling to speak, anyway.
The terrible paddle crashed down on her tender cheeks again and again, causing her to scream and plead for mercy. She squirmed and sobbed, wriggling on his lap like a fish on land, but he easily held her in place.
Finally, he placed the paddle down, and Zoe was dragged to her feet and placed in the corner. "Hands on your head, nose against the wall," he warned her. Zoe did as he said, all defiance long since spanked out of her.
She heard him pick up the phone, and she turned pale. He wasn't going to take a picture of her, was he? She wasn't sure whether to feel relief when she heard him call someone instead.
"Steve? Hi, Thomas here. I'm afraid my PlayStation is broken, so no gaming tonight. Hm? No, that's OK, Zoe is buying me a new one."
Zoe frowned. She hadn't agreed to that! She wanted to protest, but she wasn't allowed to speak during corner time. Besides, that dreadful paddle was still within his reach.
She had to stand there for ages and ages, her backside burning like she'd sat in a campfire. Finally, he allowed her to turn around, and he hugged her gently and dried her tears as she was finally allowed to rub her bottom.
"Thomas?" she whispered timidly. "Did you really book a table for tomorrow?"
"Yes, I did," he responded evenly.
"Could… could we still go?" She glanced up at him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.
He frowned. "Do you think you've deserved that?"
She pouted. "No. No, I guess I haven't," she sniffled.
"No, I don't think so either." She hung her head, but he leaned down and kissed her gently. "Fortunately, I love you, you little brat, so we can still go."
Zoe squealed with delight. Thomas often gave her things she didn't think she deserved, but usually, it was awful things like spankings, corner time, or mouthsoapings. This time, it was actually something nice. "Will I get a present too?" Her eyes were shining.
He smiled. "Maybe."
"What is it?"
"A surprise."
"Yes, but what is it?" she insisted.
He chuckled. "Wait and see, you little imp. Now, stop nagging, or I'll spank you again."
She pouted, but dropped the matter. She knew the threat wasn't idle.
On Saturday, Thomas took her to a nice-looking French restaurant Zoe hadn't even known existed. The food was lovely, the atmosphere was superb, and the necklace he gave her was absolutely gorgeous. She had a wonderful day, and if any of the waitstaff wondered why she was sitting on a pillow throughout the meal, they had the decency not to ask.
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