(short, M/F Erotic Domestic Discipline) Matt relieves the stress of moving with a good spanking. Based on Eve actually packing her purse, keys and all, when she moved.
What a day to be moving - if there ever is a good day. Tempers short from all-night packing, hot, frantic - Eve would be glad when they had all this behind them and they could settle into their wonderful new home. But in the meantime it was just plain hot and her nerves were stretched to the breaking point, if not beyond. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Babe? Couldn’t we crank the old A.C. one last time?” she asked, now that the door was closed and Paul had headed over with a load in the rental truck. Thank God they were almost done - the place was deserted except for the stacks of wrapped brown moving boxes that stood like monuments throughout the empty rooms. But she knew the answer to her small request - Matt was taking no chances with anything that could break, nick, or might otherwise need to be replaced, especially if it had to cool the entire neighborhood.
It was fine for him; he liked being hot and could work without a shirt on. She, on the other hand, was hot, sweaty, fully clothed and largely ignored, a fact that she understood and accepted when she saw how much stress Matt put himself under in his determination not to pay another day’s rental on the truck. This move had stretched them a little and much as she loved their new place she was anxious for the day that their cash flow settled back to normal.
“What’d you do with my car keys, sweetie?” Matt came into the room asking. His spirits had lifted enormously and Eve wondered if he had passed into the delirious stage. Paul had better get back with the Taco Bell soon. Five minutes ago Matt would have eaten the molding - if it hadn’t been on the move-out checklist.
“I gave them back to you when I came in,” Eve replied automatically. “I mean, I always do… Don’t you have them?”
“Wasn’t here when you came back. Seen ‘em lately?”
Eve tried to remember. It had been hours ago. She always gave them back, that’s what God gave men pockets for. Suddenly a sick feeling came over her.
“Let me look,” she pleaded with a sense of impending doom.
“They’re not in the bedrooms,” Matt reported, “check the kitchen.”
Soon drawers were flying open and closed again but with everything empty, nothing contradicted her nightmare. When she looked in the oven and refrigerator, Matt joined her and picked up on her concern.
“You don’t think….” He tried to begin. Tears were waiting to express her fears. Was that her imagination of his high spirits a moment ago? He might even crack under this setback. He’d either crack or blow up, she wasn’t sure which would be worse but her hands went automatically back in a useless effort to protect her fanny.
Matt’s eyes widened further in recognition of this gesture. “You do think! Where? Any idea where?” he demanded, frantic. Suddenly, a strange calm came over him as he approached her. “Ohhhh, baby,” was all he said, backing her into a corner, reaching for her.
***
Run! Her brain shouts and in a movement she’s around him, into the living room, half way to the door. His touch on her hip, his arm trying to encircle her waist, she throws an arm back to ward him off and connects with something, he’s gone. Panicked, she stops and turns, the back of her hand smarting. Matt is kneeling on the floor, holding his nose.
“Oh, baby,” she says, subconsciously echoing him, going to him, wrapping an arm around him. Instantly he springs on her, pinning both wrists behind her back.
“I’m sorry!” Eve wails, “I’m sorry!” But Matt doesn’t even reply, he makes no sound except for his breathing, loud and slow in an attempt to control himself. She doesn’t know if he’s ever been this mad but he’s pushing her back into the living room, back to where she was finishing the packing. Where are they going? Passing the tape on the floor doesn’t even register until her nose is almost on it and he shifts both wrists to one hand.
“Nooooooooo!” she begs. “Matt! I’m sorry! Really!” What can she say? She must think of something.
“It was an accident!” An accident incurred in trying to escape a well-deserved spanking but even so, an accident! Eve stops trying to think and resorts to sobs, submitting limply to having her wrists taped behind her. This is not something they do! Oh, this is going to hurt! Once, she’d threatened to smack him and he wouldn’t even speak to her until she had asked to be paddled. If only there was something she could say! If only Paul would come back and save her!
***
An instant later she did not want Paul to come back, as she stood before a stack of boxes and Matt reached around to unfasten her shorts. His frantic, hard movements brought a new wave of tears, not from pain, though she gave up a little “ow.” She didn’t want these ripped, all of her others were already at the new place. Matt’s breathing sounded like it came through clenched teeth. She started again on her apologies, just in time to be hoisted rather unceremoniously onto the stack of boxes.
The violent yank that brought her shorts and panties down had her in hysterics and now she definitely didn’t want Paul to save her. Tornado! That’s what she needed - please, please God, a tornado? Earthquake? First ever? Then the thought of being shown on national TV, a wall missing, her in this position, changed those prayers as well.
Matt’s hand cupped one cheek almost lovingly. Even in her crisis a shock of turn-on raced through her. If only….
Matt pulled his hand waaaay back and brought it up again, slowly, measuring.
“Eve, where’s the hairbrush?” he asked her with a terrible calm.
“Packed! It’s already packed!” she screamed. She couldn’t survive this with the hairbrush, what was he going to do to her? And yet, as he always said, go on and do something about it, or take what you’ve got coming - and she couldn’t even move.
“You sure, or fibbing?” Matt pressed, verbally and manually.
“I don’t know!” Eve babbled - wasn’t it already gone, too? If only he’d wait until they got there! What was left in the house - not the paddle, it went this morning. Please don’t start unpacking, Matt, don’t tear everything open, ohhhhh…..
The hand came back again and when it found the curve of her cheek she saw stars.
Words and tears poured out of her as the slow, measured, terrifying spanks came up under her cheeks and drove themselves into her poor, vulnerable fanny. Tears and sweat and three days of stress combined with all she had done and all she was in for to break her down entirely. Tomorrow, tonight, soon, this would hurt but at the moment it was more than she could even register.
Soon, his terrible hand stopped and it was time for her to panic. Eve would have wet herself if the carpet hadn’t just been cleaned. When she realized that Matt wasn’t wearing a belt, her head snapped up as she flung herself around, trying to imagine what he’d find to use. In her delirium her eyes fell on the waterbed frame, disassembled by the front door. Seven feet long and eight inches wide - it would kill her! Oh God….
She bucked from hips to forehead, so surprised she was when he speared her. He stroked her slowly, since she had been too crazy to heat up properly. His hands on each hip clutched her to him in his need. In an instant, she found herself filled with a drink for the thirst she hadn’t even realized she had, filled to the heart as he pounded into her. Had it lasted forever it would have been over too soon….
Eve was in the kitchen washing her wrists when Paul pounded on the door, making her jump. He was loaded down with two $10 real meal deals, enough food for forty people. Soon every kid in the neighborhood would be here to eat and help load.
“Whoo, hot enough in here?” Paul asked sympathetically on his way by.
Matt came up behind her and rubbed her shoulders. “Hey, doll. Those kitchen cleansers didn’t do your eyes any good - they look kind of puffy. Why don’t you run over and let Janet give you a wine cooler? We’ll finish up here, I’ll come get you when we’re done.”
Standing at the door, Eve heard one last thing. It was Paul’s voice, calling from the bedroom.
“Matt? These your keys here on top of this box? Don’t pack those, man - Eve’ll have your ass.”
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