Sarah doesn’t want to get up early and walk her dog, but Sergeant Austin Black isn’t having any of her attempts to avoid a good dose of discipline…
“Are you sulking?” He asked the question mildly as she joined him, very much pouting.
“No,” Sarah scowled. “But this is stupid.”
“You need discipline,” he reminded her. “Without it, you end up in a heap. So why don’t you try relaxing and letting me give you what you need instead of fighting me every step of the way? I’m used to stubborn little beasts. Don’t think you’re going to wear me out.”
Sarah hid behind her coffee mug as much as that was humanly possible.
“I can’t wake up this early,” she muttered. “This is not a time for people to be awake. Even Nunu isn’t up yet.”
She was right. Nunu remained wrapped up in his blankets on the couch, stoically asleep.
“Nunu!” Austin called his name. Nunu did not stir.
“He puts himself to bed every night at eleven and doesn’t get up until nine,” Sarah said. “He has a routine.”
“He’s the only one in this house who does,” Austin said. “He’ll get up when he realizes there’s something in it for him.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
“Not having your butt warmed before the walk, though that’s becoming a lot less likely every minute you spend not eating breakfast.” He looked at his watch. “If we’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’m going to spank you.”
“Spank me now,” Sarah said. “Then I can at least go back to bed.”
Austin cleared a place on the table and pointed to it. “Bend over.”
“Fine,” Sarah shrugged. “I don’t care.”
She bent over, lifting her bottom high with gleeful defiance. “Spank me.”
“Oh, I’ll spank you,” he said, pushing her nightshirt up over her hips. “We’ll see how eager you are once I’m done with you.”
Sarah held position and waited for his palm to fall. It didn’t. She heard him messing around in the kitchen, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. It became clear fairly quickly when he returned to her side, put his palm on her lower back and smacked her hard with something much smaller and harder than his hand.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a wooden spoon,” he said. “Very effective on spoiled brats who don’t think that a spanking is a big deal.” He brought the spoon down again several more times, whacking her hard and fast. Each swat burst across her bottom with a sting that seemed far greater than such a relatively small implement could be expected to have. An ache followed, quickly replaced by another sting when he brought the spoon down yet again.
Sarah tried to stand up, but Austin held her firmly in place, spanking her through increasingly vociferous complaints.