Zoe goes to sleep (M/F story)

Part of the Zoe & Thomas series.

"Thomas? Thomas? Wake up!"

Thomas sat up in bed, trying to clear the fog of sleep from his head. His girlfriend Zoe was shaking his shoulder, staring at him. "What? What is it?" he asked, yawning. "What's wrong?"

"You know the movie we watched last week – the one with the brain surgeon martial artist who does rocket science?"

"…Buckaroo Banzai?" he hazarded. He had a strange feeling that this was not, in fact, an emergency.

"Yeah, I think that's it. Is the cowboy the bad guy from the movie with the swords?"

"Hm?" He tried to follow her train of thought. "…Highlander? Yeah, that's Clancy Brown in both of those roles," Thomas replied, mentally congratulating himself for figuring out what in the world she was talking about.

"OK, great! Thanks!" She smiled.

He looked at her, eyebrows raised. "And you absolutely had to know the answer to that question at…" He glanced at the alarm clock. "One in the morning?"

"I was lying awake, and it was really bugging me!"

"And you didn't think of looking it up on your phone?"

She pouted. "You've told me you don't like it when I use my phone in bed!"

For a few seconds, Thomas wondered whether he should explain to her that he liked being woken up in the middle of the night for a stupid trivia question even less, but he concluded that this was a conversation that could wait until morning. "Well, good night, then." He gave her a gentle kiss and laid his head down on the pillow.

He eventually drifted off, but he found himself being shaken awake again. "Thomas? Thomas!"

"What is it now?" he said, glancing at the clock before looking at her. Two AM. It was certainly possible that THIS time, it was something actually important, but somehow, he doubted it.

"Would you still love me if I was a slug?"

Thomas struggled to remain calm. "Zoe, it's the middle of the night and I have work tomorrow."

She glared at him. "That's not an answer!"

He sighed. "Yes, I would."

"Even if I was all slimy and stuff?"

"Yes, even then. I love you with all my heart." Though admittedly, right at this moment, it wasn't easy to remember why. He leaned in and kissed her again. "And now, we're both going to go to sleep, and you're not going to wake me up for any more silly questions. Because if you do, I'm going to put you over my knee and blister your bottom." To emphasize his words, he flipped her over and delivered two hard swats to each of her panty-clad cheeks. She squealed, rubbing her rear with an offended air as she glared at him, but he'd already rolled over and closed his eyes.

An hour later, Thomas awoke with a start as a glass of water was dumped on his head. He opened his eyes to find his girlfriend standing over him, glaring down at him. "You cheated on me!" she yelled.

"What on Earth are you talking about!? No, I didn't," he replied, glaring back at her. False accusations always rankled him, and in his sleep-deprived state, he was rapidly running out of patience.

"Yes, you did! In my dream –" She suddenly froze, an expression of shock on her face. "Oh!"

"In your dream?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

"Yes, now that I stop and think about it, I guess it was all a dream," she said sheepishly. "Oopsie! I'll let you go back to sleep now." In a flash, she laid down in the bed and pulled the covers over her head, but he pulled them off her.

"This is the third time you've woken me up," he said, his voice full of ice. "And you accuse me of CHEATING on you… based on a dream. How DARE you!?"

"It was a very vivid dream," she replied, pouting.

Instead of responding, he reached over her and grabbed the large wooden hairbrush from her nightstand. He patted it against his palm, his eyes hard as steel.

Her hands strayed behind her to clasp her bottom protectively. She knew that look, and she was reasonably certain that he hadn't picked up the hairbrush to brush anyone's hair. "Now, Thomas, let's be reasonable. We don't have to –"

Without saying another word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her up, and Zoe found herself dragged over his lap. She was stretched out of the bed, her bottom raised over his lap and presented for his attention. Before she could react, her panties were jerked down to her knees, and the hard back of her own hairbrush slammed down on her soft rear end. She howled as he spanked her poor bottom hard and fast.

"Ow! Thomas, not so hard!" she pleaded.

"You keep me up all night, knowing I have work in the morning, and then accuse me of cheating on you? Because you had a bad dream?" The brush continued to crack down, causing his girlfriend to squeal and squirm as her sore cheeks reddened. "You are in for one long, hard spanking, little girl." His voice was a low, sinister growl.

Zoe wanted to explain how none of it was her fault, but by then, he'd started spanking the top of her thighs, so she needed all her breath to scream.

Zoe bucked and bounced her butt to the tune of the brush, and tears were streaming down her face. She tried to wriggle away from the awful hairbrush, but Thomas easily held her down, and every spank landed on her burning behind.

Again and again, the hard wood cracked down on her soft flesh, and she squirmed and screamed. She'd forgotten just how much that little brush hurt! She needed to buy a softer one. Did they make felt hairbrushes?

"Please, Thomas, I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

"Not sorry enough yet, Zoe. But we'll get there."

By the time he put the brush down, Zoe was laying limply across his lap, sobbing pitifully, and her bottom was scarlet and hot to the touch. He rubbed her bottom gently until she was calm enough to speak. "Are you going to behave, Zoe?"

"Yes, sir!" she promised, sounding quite sincere.

"Are you going to let me sleep, unless there's actually some sort of emergency?"

"Yes, sir! I promise!"

"And will you EVER make accusations like that based on a dream?" The hurt tone of his voice almost made her start crying again.

"No, sir," she said miserably. "I'm really sorry!"

He picked her up and held her in his arms, cooing gently as his fingers ran through her hair. Finally, he tucked her into bed.

"We're both going to go to sleep now," he told her. His voice suggested that this was not up for debate. "If you wake me even ONCE before the alarm rings, and the house ISN'T on fire, I'll spank you every day for a month."  He laid down and closed his eyes, but a thought struck him, and he opened them again. "And if you set the house on fire to have an excuse to wake me up, I'll spank you three times per day for a year." 

He wasn't entirely sure the last warning was necessary, but he decided it was better to be safe than sorry.