Fantasy Friday - Cleaning the House

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Happy Friday I hope some of you were able to stay warm this week. School was out here for a couple of days due to snow. I hate to complain about the cold, because so many places are SOOOO much colder. But it’s cold enough for me.

Now to get us a little warmer we have another brand new story today. This is another new writer too. Out writer is Grace, and she is one of my younger readers and contributors.  Nothing wrong with that, most of us knew we were drawn to spanking long before we were looking for gray hairs after all. Grace has shared her first story with us and she has done a wonderful job. Sit back and enjoy…

Cleaning the House

My husband stares into my eyes, pulling me in for a hug. 

“You’re going to get the cleaning done while I’m at work, right?”

“Yes,” I sigh, knowing the consequences if I don’t obey. My husband, perfectly reasonable, helped me start the cleaning yesterday. But he just received a call about a work emergency and can’t help me finish. His parents are coming late tonight, and we both want to impress them. 

“You know how my parents can be,” he says, “They’ll want everything perfect or we’ll never hear the end of it.”

 “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get the cleaning done.” I sigh again, thinking of the complaining we endured the last time they came.

“How about I make this more interesting?” he says, giving me a sharp swat to the butt as he pulls away from the hug. 

“Okay,” I answer, as if I have a choice. I see the gleam in his eyes. Knowing where this is going, I tremble with fear and excitement. 

“You better clean really, really well or there will be serious consequences. The kitchen especially. If I come back and there’s even a speck of dust or little smudge anywhere in the kitchen, you will regret it.”

“Hmmm,” is all I can say. I know I can’t literally get the kitchen spotless, yet I understand why he’s doing this. Most of his parents’ grumbling last time had been about the kitchen.

“What was that?” he asks, still in a commanding tone.

“Yes sir.” I reply, knowing he means business.

“That’s my girl,” he says, pulling me in for another hug. “I love you, Grace. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He gives me a quick kiss and goes out the door. 

I begin cleaning, better and more efficiently than I normal, nervous about the upcoming spanking. I’m grateful for his authority. I know I wouldn’t be cleaning anywhere near this well without it, and I want to make him proud.

After a few hours, the house is mostly clean. I just need to finish the kitchen, but I know it has to be beyond spotless. I take a break for lunch, and then begin really working on the kitchen.

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 “Honey, I’m home” my husband yells as he comes through the door” Smiling, he can already tell the house is quite clean. “Good job sweetie!” He walks through each room, inspecting my work. My stomach has butterflies as he checks the house. “Everything I’ve seen is good so far. Just need to look at the kitchen” 

I know he will find fault in the kitchen. There’s no way to get a room that size completely clean without even the smallest smidgen of dirt. He begins checking everything, from floor to ceiling. Sure enough, he points out several flaws. There’s a smear of dirt on one of the cabinet drawers, some water hiding behind the kitchen faucet, dust on top of the refrigerator, and little spots of dirt throughout the kitchen. Although I know I will be punished, I can tell he isn’t really angry and it won’t be too bad.

Until he opens the fridge. Crap, I totally forgot about that.

“What’s this?” He asks, seeing the mess inside the refrigerator.  It hasn’t been cleaned at all, meaning it’s a total wreck.

“I’m sorry,” I stammer, “I completely forgot”

“I see,” he says. I can tell he doesn’t mind the other flaws, since they’re minuscule, but I’m going to get a real punishment for the fridge. “Alright, you clean the fridge now. I’ll take care of the rest of the stuff you missed in the kitchen”

“Yes, sir.” I say as I get back to work.

Once I finish, I show my husband. He approves of the clean fridge, and we still have a few hours before his parents come. “Okay Grace, let’s get this over with. Go and wait for me on the bed. I’ll be there in a few minutes”

I pull off my jeans and underwear, shaking a bit in anticipation. The minutes feel like hours as I wait. 

After what feels like forever, even though I know it’s only a few minutes, my husband walks in. Before coming toward me, he takes out the box under the bed. From the box, he grabs the hairbrush and a paddle. He sits on the bed and I lay across his lap without protest. I know it will hurt, but also that I need this.

He begins with his hand, not too hard, slowly turning my ass a shade of pink. He reminds me how it important it is that our house is clean for his parents, lecturing as he spanks. He asks, “What if it was my parents who saw the fridge? You know it would have reflected badly on both of us, and we would’ve never heard the end of it.” He continues lecturing and spanking. I try to respond with “yes sir,” at the appropriate times, but it’s difficult to concentrate. As it continues, his hand comes down harder and harder, to the point where it really hurts.

After the warm up with his hand, he picks up the hairbrush. He tells me the spanking with the brush is for everything I missed in the kitchen, except the fridge. I gasp with the first strike. Wow, he isn’t going easy on me. By the time he’s done with the brush, I know my ass is bright red, and it burns like crazy. I’m just to the point where I think I can’t take anymore. 

Then he picks up the paddle. Yikes, that paddle is not fun. Usually he only uses it for serious punishments. But I know impressing his parents means a lot to him, and I understand why he choose it. He spanks me with it again and again, past the point of what I think I can take. Until finally, he stops and tells me it’s over. 

I hug and thank him. Nothing makes me feel loved like a good spanking, and he knows it. I love the closeness, and that he cares enough to correct me. We cuddle and kiss for a few minutes before pulling ourselves together to greet his parents. 

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Thank you again Grace. I hope you will keep read and writing out here. I always love having new stories to share with my readers. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com