Page 94 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I’d suggest you shut the door, unless you’d like to continue to heat the outside.”

She closed the door and turned back to face me. She looked like a child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Would you like to tell me what’s going on?”

“I needed to… get something.”

Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine, which told me that she was lying. My anger rose a bit. I had always made it clear to her that lying was against the rules.

Striding across the room to her, I lifted her chin in my hand and waited until she met my eyes. “Would you like to try that again, little girl?”

She sighed. “I was going to run to work for a couple of hours and then come back home before you ever noticed I was gone.”

I took a deep breath and counted to ten before I said anything else. I didn’t want to lash out at my wife, but she deliberately disobeyed me not once, but twice. She had never done anything like this before. That’s what was so confusing to me.

“Why? Why is it so important to you that you get all this extra work done? Do you really not want to spend time with me?”

“No! That’s not it, Drew! I swear.”

“Then why, Chloe? Why the need to go to work after you promised me twice that you’d take this week off?”

“I can’t say.” With her response, she darted her eyes away from mine.

I released her chin and ran my hand through my hair. Looking outside, I could see there would be no way that either of us would be going anywhere, anytime soon. “Well, you won’t be able to go in now. We’re snowed in. Look at the roads.”

She turned and let out another expletive.

“Chloe.” She turned back to look at me. “You’ve broken your promise to me again about this issue. I am extremely disappointed in you. I want you to undress and go stand in the far-right corner of the living room.”

Her mouth gaped open. This was something new. Never had I made her stand in the corner before or punished her anywhere other than our bedroom, but what did she expect? She broke a promise that she had made to me less than twenty-four hours ago. Clearly, the old way wasn’t working. So instead, I was going to try something new. The first thing I had to do was get her to move or else we’d be standing here all day.

“Go now. For every extra minute you stand there, I’ll add five extra strokes.”

She dashed away to the living room. I followed her slowly. When I reached my destination, I took a seat on the couch, which was directly across from the corner she was in. She had followed my orders swiftly, having already tossed her clothes onto the side of a chair and taken her position, naked in the corner. Her bottom was slightly pink from the spanking she had received the day before, and it was about to get a lot brighter very quickly.

I sat on the couch for a few minutes, needing to cool down, and I also wanted her to stand in that corner and think about why she had earned the punishment that she was about to get.

After a few moments, I said, “Come here.”

She walked over to me slowly. When she was close enough, I pulled her down onto the couch so she was sitting next to me. I was going to give her one last chance to explain, to clear the air between us, and lessen her punishment this morning. Before I gave her the chance, I wrapped the throw cover that was behind me, around her. I might be frustrated, but I wasn’t going to let my wife freeze.

“You still don’t want to tell me why you had to go to work this morning?”

She shook her head no.

“You are going to get a pretty severe punishment today. You not only broke your promise to me once, but twice in the past twenty-four hours. Additionally, you swore threetimes, and tried to sneak out of the house to drive in weather conditions too dangerous to be out in. So, I want you to go upstairs and grab your hairbrush and my black leather belt.”

That got her attention, her eyes growing large as she let out a gasp.

“But, Sir! Your belt!”

My wife was not a fan of pain, which is why I had to punish her so infrequently in our marriage. It upset me having to punish her this morning because I knew how much she didn’t like it, but if I let her get away with disobeying me, then she’d do it again. I had to nip this issue in the bud right now.

“Yes, you’ve earned ten smacks with the hairbrush, and six strokes with my belt.”

I thought that was a fitting punishment. I kept the number of smacks with the hairbrush to ten, just like last night, since she was also getting my belt afterwards. However, since she was still sitting here after I had given her an order, I was reconsidering that number.

“Unless you want to feel more swats with your hairbrush, I’d go and get those implements now.”

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