(medium, mild F/M Domestic Discipline) Eve imagines trying to raise Matt’s many children and what might happen. Very cute!
With six little ones to raise, it was important that rules were set up. Even more important that infractions were followed through on. As parents, they needed to be strict or things could easily get out of hand. But... as sometimes happens... they were about to backfire.
"I'm not kidding, you guys. We're not going to go the amusement park if your rooms aren't clean and your beds aren't made."
Matt smiled to himself as the three youngest chased each other, circling around his wife until you'd think her skirt would fly up in the funnel of wind they produced. "Hey... you better get a move on," he said, stopping the race by lifting one of them up, mid-step.
"Tsk... Daddy... .I did all that," his daughter said, eyes twinkling back into eyes that mirrored his own.
"Uh huh... and what happens if we find out otherwise?"
Her little hand flew back to her bottom and she pouted. "You warm my fanny."
He nodded solemnly and said, "Yes... I do. Sure you don't want to check it again?"
"Put me down, Daddy. I want to check again. I want to check evvvvvverybody's bed... k, Daddy?"
He chuckles as he lets her down and she scampers away. "Just remember the rule about tattling, young lady."
She doesn't answer, too intent on digging up dirt.
A few minutes later, after calling names up the stairwell to stop arguments, Mom loses her patience. "The next time I hear anyone fighting, I'm coming up with the paddle. Understand?"
A chorus of 'Yes, Mommy's' ring out and things calm down to a din. She winks at her husband and says, "You have the tickets, right?"
He shakes his head and says, "No... You have them."
Her hands go to her hips as she frowns. "I do not, Matt. You never gave them to me."
He sighs heavily and says, "Look, honey. You have to have them someplace."
They both start the search as one by one, all of their children come back downstairs, anxious to get to the park.
"Come on... and Let's go's" now ring out.
"Not another word or we're not going at all," their Dad warns, exasperated because this isn't the first time his wife has forgotten things.
"Matt. I remember giving you the tickets last week," his wife pouts. "I know I did."
A slight scuffle starts up with the two oldest and Matt glares at them, quickly stopping it. He looks back at his wife and says, "No... you didn't. And I'm a bit tired of your forgetfulness."
"MY WHAT?!!" Truly affronted, his wife's face fills with a flush of anger.
"You heard me, woman! You lose things all the time and try and pin it on me. I'd know, damn it, if you gave me the TICKETS!"
A gasp goes out from the middle child as the others cover their mouths. "Awww, Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddy. You sweared!"
He ignored them and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, just to prove he didn't have the damn tickets. He flipped it open and said, "See?!", just as eight tickets fluttered to the floor.
He nearly blushed as his eyes met his wife’s... who raised a brow and crossed her arms.
"Daddy's gonna get paddled," his youngest whispered loudly.
The others giggled as their Dad shot the baby a frown. "Somebody will be, young lady... but it won't be me!"
The third born smirked and sang, "Rules are rules, Daddy. 'Member when you said that?"
His wife, who was still ticked over the accusations flung her way nodded. "That's right, Matt. And you broke a few major ones."
He gawked at her and said, "Hey, honey... I don't know what you're thinking--"
"She's thinkin' of paddlin' you... huh, mummy?"
"Absolutely," she returned, moving to grab the paddle from the hook.
Matt wanted to laugh out loud at the thought of it but realized the example that would set for the children.
"Daddy should take his shorts down, too!"
"No, honey. Mommy doesn't want to take the time now... she's just going to paddle him over them," he heard his wife say.
"You are NOT-"
"Awwwwwwwwwww... ... he's arguuuuuuuuuuing!"
Matt swore to himself and gave his wife a look of promised revenge, then moved to place his hands on the couch, presenting his rump for the paddle. She could knock her socks off... and he hoped she enjoyed it... cuz he was going to pay her back in spades.
"A dozen ought to do for now, Matt. And don't forget proper behavior now." She smiled and swung her arm back... .then slammed the paddle off his rump. He was surprised at the sting... but didn't react. By the end of the paddling, he felt it. He managed to take it amid all the giggles and cheers.
"There now, young man. Are you going to argue or swear again?"
He muttered, "You just wait," for her ears only... then said, "No, Ma'am."
"You're going to remember the rules and the reasons we have them?"
His eyes sparkled devilishly as he nodded, "Yes, Dear."
His wife suddenly realized the position she'd put herself in and smiled apologetically. "Okay then, honey. Let's go."
And go they did. Each a bit wiser, from examples being set. (w)
With six little ones to raise, it was important that rules were set up. Even more important that infractions were followed through on. As parents, they needed to be strict or things could easily get out of hand. But... as sometimes happens... they were about to backfire.
"I'm not kidding, you guys. We're not going to go the amusement park if your rooms aren't clean and your beds aren't made."
Matt smiled to himself as the three youngest chased each other, circling around his wife until you'd think her skirt would fly up in the funnel of wind they produced. "Hey... you better get a move on," he said, stopping the race by lifting one of them up, mid-step.
"Tsk... Daddy... .I did all that," his daughter said, eyes twinkling back into eyes that mirrored his own.
"Uh huh... and what happens if we find out otherwise?"
Her little hand flew back to her bottom and she pouted. "You warm my fanny."
He nodded solemnly and said, "Yes... I do. Sure you don't want to check it again?"
"Put me down, Daddy. I want to check again. I want to check evvvvvverybody's bed... k, Daddy?"
He chuckles as he lets her down and she scampers away. "Just remember the rule about tattling, young lady."
She doesn't answer, too intent on digging up dirt.
A few minutes later, after calling names up the stairwell to stop arguments, Mom loses her patience. "The next time I hear anyone fighting, I'm coming up with the paddle. Understand?"
A chorus of 'Yes, Mommy's' ring out and things calm down to a din. She winks at her husband and says, "You have the tickets, right?"
He shakes his head and says, "No... You have them."
Her hands go to her hips as she frowns. "I do not, Matt. You never gave them to me."
He sighs heavily and says, "Look, honey. You have to have them someplace."
They both start the search as one by one, all of their children come back downstairs, anxious to get to the park.
"Come on... and Let's go's" now ring out.
"Not another word or we're not going at all," their Dad warns, exasperated because this isn't the first time his wife has forgotten things.
"Matt. I remember giving you the tickets last week," his wife pouts. "I know I did."
A slight scuffle starts up with the two oldest and Matt glares at them, quickly stopping it. He looks back at his wife and says, "No... you didn't. And I'm a bit tired of your forgetfulness."
"MY WHAT?!!" Truly affronted, his wife's face fills with a flush of anger.
"You heard me, woman! You lose things all the time and try and pin it on me. I'd know, damn it, if you gave me the TICKETS!"
A gasp goes out from the middle child as the others cover their mouths. "Awww, Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddy. You sweared!"
He ignored them and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, just to prove he didn't have the damn tickets. He flipped it open and said, "See?!", just as eight tickets fluttered to the floor.
He nearly blushed as his eyes met his wife’s... who raised a brow and crossed her arms.
"Daddy's gonna get paddled," his youngest whispered loudly.
The others giggled as their Dad shot the baby a frown. "Somebody will be, young lady... but it won't be me!"
The third born smirked and sang, "Rules are rules, Daddy. 'Member when you said that?"
His wife, who was still ticked over the accusations flung her way nodded. "That's right, Matt. And you broke a few major ones."
He gawked at her and said, "Hey, honey... I don't know what you're thinking--"
"She's thinkin' of paddlin' you... huh, mummy?"
"Absolutely," she returned, moving to grab the paddle from the hook.
Matt wanted to laugh out loud at the thought of it but realized the example that would set for the children.
"Daddy should take his shorts down, too!"
"No, honey. Mommy doesn't want to take the time now... she's just going to paddle him over them," he heard his wife say.
"You are NOT-"
"Awwwwwwwwwww... ... he's arguuuuuuuuuuing!"
Matt swore to himself and gave his wife a look of promised revenge, then moved to place his hands on the couch, presenting his rump for the paddle. She could knock her socks off... and he hoped she enjoyed it... cuz he was going to pay her back in spades.
"A dozen ought to do for now, Matt. And don't forget proper behavior now." She smiled and swung her arm back... .then slammed the paddle off his rump. He was surprised at the sting... but didn't react. By the end of the paddling, he felt it. He managed to take it amid all the giggles and cheers.
"There now, young man. Are you going to argue or swear again?"
He muttered, "You just wait," for her ears only... then said, "No, Ma'am."
"You're going to remember the rules and the reasons we have them?"
His eyes sparkled devilishly as he nodded, "Yes, Dear."
His wife suddenly realized the position she'd put herself in and smiled apologetically. "Okay then, honey. Let's go."
And go they did. Each a bit wiser, from examples being set. (w)
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