First and foremost I want to tell you all how great Ms. Cabot is! She’s been sickly for a bit now with a cold, but she managed to hang in there and get some pretty great writing done for this little bit. Good job Star! đ This story is going to be wrapping up soon and off to other adventures we will go!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.
Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her. Ryan had entered the room. She could sense her, but sheâd yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again. Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes.Â
Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone.Â
âCome here, Emily.âÂ
Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.  Slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryanâs face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch. It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier.Â
Emily then looked down, studying Ryanâs lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.
âWhy donât you tell me why we are here?â Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone.Â
âI broke the rules,â Emily answered. Â
âWhat rules did you break, Em?â Ryan continued to probe.Â
Emilyâs eyes traveled up Ryanâs only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.
âAll of âem,â she mumbled feeling her face warm.Â
Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. âI want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.â
Emily gulped. She knew she was in trouble, but suddenly face to face with Ryan and forced to reply Ryanâs rules aloud, she realized just how deep sheâd gone. After all, it wasnât that out of the ordinary for her to break a rule here or there. Her laundry often âmissedâ the hamper, or sheâd press something a little too far, but to think that sheâd actually broken all five rules at once was a little unfathomable.Â
âUm,â Emily stuttered, then let out a long sigh. âI need to take care of myself, clean up after myself, be honest, remember to eat, and um, stay safe.â  Â
âVery good,â Ryan nodded. âNow tell me how you broke each one of those rules?â
âRyan,â Emily started to whine but got cut off by a raised eyebrow. âOkay, fine. I um, didnât eat dinner.â
âYes, the ice cream.â
âYeah, and I fell asleep on the sofa and didnât pick up my clothes in the living room.â
âVery good, and?â
âAnd, I um⊠I didnât do the rounds before I fell asleep to make sure everything was locked up for the night.â
âI see,â Ryan frowned. âSo by my count thatâs four? What are we missing?â
âWell…I didnât go grocery shopping like I promised I would,â Emily added with a small blush. âI know thatâs not technically a lie, but I did break my word, as I knew it was my turn and I didnât follow through⊠and…â
Ryanâs frown deepened with her confession, making Emily shift back and forth from foot to foot. âAnd?â
âAnd, I havenât really been honest with you lately. I havenât gone shopping because I just havenât been eating, well a lot. Itâs been busy at work, and well, the vending machine isnât the best place to get lunch.â
âI see,â Ryan nodded. âI figured that you probably forgot to lock up since you fell asleep with the TV still onâŠâ
Emilyâs cheeks flushed as she interrupted. âI didnât leave anything open on purpose, and technically, you were the last one to leave the house today, so if anything wasnât locked it wasnât really my fault.â
Ryan gave her a look and Emily cringed a moment before Ryan popped her thigh. âYou know thatâs not an excuse, young lady, but Iâm not really concerned with that so much. Iâm much more concerned with you skipping meals, Em. You know thatâs a big one. How many days have you had lunch from the vending machine, or just skipped a meal altogether?â
âA few,â Emily frowned, wishing that she could rub her thigh. Ryan was still holding her hands and her thigh was stinging from the slap, but she knew that was nothing compared to how much her backside would soon be stinging when Ryan really got to work. âIâm sorry,â she sniffled.
âI know you are, Em, but you know thatâs also not good enough. You have a spanking coming, and a big one at that. Come on now, letâs get this moving.â
Emily bit her lip as Ryan finally let go of her hands and then helped her step out of the shorts sheâs slipped on before breakfast. She hadnât bothered with panties and now as she shivered in the short-cropped pajama shirt she wondered if she hadnât made a mistake. Maybe Ryan would have let her leave them on, at least for a little while. Â
With a sigh and a wrinkle of her nose at the thought, she was too soon distracted as Ryan tipped her over her lap. Emily found herself looking at the carpet and using her fingertips to balance herself as Ryan, tapped her other end with her palm.
âYou know I love you, Em. Iâm sorry I have to do this,â Ryan paused before giving her a solid swat on her right cheek, âbut you know you need me to remind you that the rules arenât just there for my pleasure.â Ryan paused again, giving her a stingy and quick series of a half-dozen spanks. âItâs to keep you both healthy and safe.â
âI know,â Emily sniffled as Ryanâs lecture ended. Another swat landed, this time on her left cheek and then was echoed on her right. Spank after spank rang down in a slow and steady, bouncing from sensitive cheek to sensitive cheek. Â
âOuch!â Emily cried out at Ryan managed to swat her more tender sit-spots. She couldnât help wiggling and whining as the heat started to spread. Ryan was only getting started and Emily was already wishing it was over. âPlease, Ryan, Iâm sorry. I am!â
âUn-huh,â Ryan grunted before giving her a face and evil dozen pops. She then paused and rubbed for a moment before saying, âI should spank you every night for a week with all that naughtiness that you just confessed. Itâs been a long time since I really lit you up, little girl, but tonight a handful of swats isnât going to cover it.â
Her warning over, Ryan then resumed the spanking, which only seemed to get harder and hotter by the moment. Emily was biting her lip, trying to keep the protest at a minimum, but she was also quickly losing her resolve. âOh! Owie!â she whined as Ryanâs hand only continued its dance.Â
In her head, Emily tried to distract herself. She tried to count the swats but didnât get past ten before she practically wiggled off Ryanâs lap. Ryan had to again pause to pull her back into position. She took a moment to rub her hand over Emilyâs bare bottom, which now felt hot and tingly as Ryanâs stong palm caressed it. Â
âI think itâs been too long, if you think you can just wiggle off like that, Em. Do it again and there will be consequences, understand?â
Emily gulped. âYes maâam,â she replied, thinking back to some of her earliest punishments. The only time Ryan had ever used a belt was to remind her to stay in position, and that lesson had only needed to be repeated twice. She wasnât about to let tonight be a third time. Â
âGood,â Ryan nodded before giving her bottom a pat. âI think weâre almost warm enough, but not quite yet.â
Emily whimpered as Ryan again raised her palm, starting the spanking anew. This time the swats came faster and in sets — three at a time on each cheek. Emily let out a small squeak of protest, but dug in and concentrated on staying in position. She certainly wasnât going to make this any worse then it had to be.Â