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She
really shouldn’t be doing this, Daphne Sullivan thought as she snuck
across the backyard and into the new neighbors’ garage. She had
promised her husband, Zak, that she would stop being so nosy, but she
just couldn’t seem to help herself. And she was just so curious
about the new neighbors. Besides, it wasn’t really snooping, she
told herself, not when the neighbors had left their garage door open.
It was like they were inviting her to come take a look.
The house next door had been on the market for months when seemingly out
of the blue, a couple had moved in a few days ago. Though Daphne had only
caught glimpses of them, they looked to be about the same age as she and
Zak. Daphne had been going to wait until the couple was settled in before
going over to welcome them to the neighborhood, but when she’d noticed
they had gone out and left their garage door open, well, she just couldn’t
resist taking a quick peek.
Of course, if her husband ever found out what she was up to, he would
probably be furious. He might even give her that spanking he’d been
threatening her with. She had been getting good-girl spankings for years,
but something in his tone when he spoke about the one he would give her
if she ever snooped again told her that this spanking might not be quite
as fun. The thought alone was enough to make her pulse quicken. Part of
her was curious as to what he meant, but another part of her thought it
would probably be best not to find out.
Zak’s threat of a more severe spanking wasn’t enough to make
her stop snooping in everyone else’s business, though, especially
not that of her new neighbors. She promised herself that she’d feel
bad about it later. Besides, Zak was at work, so there was no way he would
ever even find out what she’d been up to. She certainly wouldn’t
say anything to him.
With that thought in mind, Daphne glanced over her shoulder just to make
sure no one was around, and then quickly darted across the driveway and
into her neighbors’ garage.
The homes in the subdivision where they lived were all pretty much the
same, so the garage was almost a carbon copy of Daphne and Zak’s,
only this one was stuffed full of boxes along with the usual lawn mower,
gardening tools, and various junk their new neighbors couldn’t figure
out where else to put.
Tucking her long, auburn hair behind her ear, Daphne wandered over to
the first stack of boxes. Tossing another quick glance over her shoulder
to make sure that no one had come along and was watching her, she pulled
back the flap of the topmost box and took a peek inside.
The first few boxes were filled with boring crap. Glassware, plastic bowls,
and miscellaneous stuff that would probably find its way into a yard sale
soon. Where was all the good stuff? she wondered.
The next box was better. Filled with cute knickknacks, there were also
some framed photos as well. Reaching inside, Daphne pulled out the one
on top. In the photo, a couple was standing on the beach, smiling at the
camera. The woman had pushed her sunglasses up on her head and her dark
curly hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The man’s hair was sandy
colored, matching his mustache and beard. Daphne wondered if it was a
tropical island somewhere, but then decided that it wasn’t. The
hotels and condos in the background had that decidedly American look to
them. Probably Florida, from the looks of the palm trees, she thought.
Reaching inside the box for another photo, Daphne pulled it out, and upon
seeing it was of the same man and woman, she decided they must be the
new neighbors. This one showed the couple standing by some more palm trees
with a house in the background. There was a smoking barbecue grill in
one corner of the picture, making it look like a family picnic or party.
And seeing that the house was painted a light aqua, Daphne decided she’d
been right to think that it was Florida; the house just had that look
that made one think of southern Florida. Thinking they looked like a nice
couple, she was just about to take out another photo when the sound of
a car pulling into the driveway stopped her.
Startled, Daphne stood frozen in place for a moment as the sound of the
engine grew louder. They couldn’t be back already, she thought;
they had just left. Then, instinct finally kicking in, she hurriedly put
the photos back where she’d found them and ducked behind one of
the stacks of boxes just as a car pulled into the garage. She wedged herself
between the wall and the boxes, praying they wouldn’t decide to
start unpacking the boxes in the garage right then.
Her heart hammering, Daphne crouched behind the boxes and listened as
the car turned off. A moment later, two doors opened, and then closed.
Oh God, she thought. What if the new neighbors decided to grab one of
the boxes off the stack she was hiding behind so that they could take
it into the house with them? Even worse, what if they closed the garage
door before they went inside, trapping her here? There would be no way
she could get out without them seeing her then.
Cursing her own stupidity and the predilection she had for being so nosy,
Daphne held her breath as the couple made their way across the garage.
They were talking back and forth and laughing, completely oblivious to
the fact that she was only a few feet away. God, she’d been so stupid.
She could just imagine the spanking Zak would give her when he found out
she’d been snooping again. She’d probably be lucky if she
could sit down.
But to Daphne’s relief, the couple didn’t even bother with
the garage door, but went inside the house and closed the door behind
them.
Letting out a sigh, Daphne emerged from her hiding place and hurried out
of the garage. Since the garages were situated in the back of the houses,
she knew no one would see her from the road, and in the corner of their
neighbors’ yard, hidden behind some landscaping, was a large gap
in the corner of the fence. None of the other homes in the subdivision
had a gap in the fence like this. There was just a large rock here that
had made it difficult for the builders to get a fence up, so they had
just left it open. Of course, Daphne had found it within a day of moving
into their home, and had been darting through it ever since.
Once in her own backyard, Daphne pause a moment to take a deep breath.
Then running a hand through her long hair, she turned to go back into
her own house when the sight of her husband stopped her in her tracks.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with penetrating brown eyes and dark hair,
Zak was gorgeous enough to be on the cover of GQ magazine. But with his
arms folded across his chest and that glint in his eye, her handsome husband
could also be very formidable looking indeed. No wonder he made such an
outstanding police detective, she thought.
With a smile, she hurried across the yard to him. “Honey!”
she exclaimed, reaching up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “What are
you doing home in the middle of the day like this?”
His mouth tightened as he gazed down at her. “I thought I’d
come home to have lunch with my beautiful wife, but instead I find her
snooping.”
Daphne feigned a look of surprise. “Snooping?” she said. “I
wasn’t snooping!”
Zak lifted a brow. “Really?” he said. “Then what were
you doing sneaking through the fence?”
She gave him an affronted look. “I was not sneaking through the
fence!” she told him hotly. “I was over visiting with the
new neighbors.”
He nodded thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to the house beside theirs before
coming back to her. “That’s funny, Daphne, because I pulled
into our garage right after they pulled into theirs, and you came sneaking
through the fence not more than thirty seconds later.”
That’s what she got for being married to a detective, Daphne thought.
“They were busy,” she said with a shrug. “So I didn’t
stay long.”
“Really?” her husband said. “Well, you must have been
there long enough to get their names. What are they?”
Daphne hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to think of some
way to answer her husband’s question. As much as she wanted to,
she couldn’t very well make up names, since Zak was bound to meet
the new neighbors eventually. On the other hand, if she didn’t say
something, Zak would know she was lying about what she’d really
been doing over there. She was caught, so she supposed she should admit
it, but she just couldn’t.
“Dammit, Daphne!” Zak swore when she said nothing. “You
promised me that you weren’t going to snoop anymore.”
She looked down at the ground, studying her perfectly painted toenails.
“I know, but they went out and left the garage door open, and I
thought I’d just take a quick look.”
Zak swore under his breath. “A quick look!” he said. “Daphne,
what you did is called trespassing on private property. What if they had
found you sneaking around in their garage and decided to call the cops?
What would you have done then?”
She hadn’t thought of that. But then again, she supposed she never
did think. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, looking up
at him from beneath lowered lashes.
He shook his head in obvious frustration. “When we go inside, I
want you to go upstairs and get your hairbrush, then bring it to me in
the kitchen.”
Daphne’s head jerked up, her green eyes wide. There could be only
one reason he would want her to get the hairbrush, and that was to give
her a spanking! But surely he wasn’t really going to spank her for
snooping in the neighbors’ garage, was he? He was kidding, right?
From the moment she had turned around and seen Zak standing there, she
had known she was going to be in trouble, and actually, she probably deserved
it, she admitted to herself. But he seemed pretty serious about this spanking.
Any other time, she wouldn’t have minded him suggesting a quick
spanking for lunch, because it always led to incredibly hot sex. But from
the dark look on her husband’s handsome face, she didn’t think
there was going to be any of the usual touching and caressing that went
along with his normal spankings. In fact, she had the feeling that this
time he was going to actually give her be a real, honest-to-goodness discipline
spanking, just like he’d said he would when she had promised she
would stop snooping.
“But...”
His brows drew together, but his voice was soft when he spoke. “You
heard me, Daphne,” he said. “This snooping of yours has got
to stop. No, it will stop. Now, go get your hairbrush. And don’t
dawdle,” he added. “I have to get back to work.”
Daphne gazed up at him, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. He was
really going to make good on his threat and spank her for this, she realized.
The urge to try and talk her way out of the spanking was almost too great,
and she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything. It would
probably only be useless anyway. All that would do was earn her a lot
of extra-hard smacks with the hairbrush, she told herself. And as determined
as Zak was to make sure that she stopped snooping, she was already in
for one heck of a spanking.
But though she wisely held her tongue, Daphne couldn’t keep from
stomping her feet as brushed past him and went into the house.
Zak stood where he was for a moment, watching his gorgeous
wife walk back to the house, his gaze fixed on her cute little ass.
God, she was so infuriating. Normally, if he’d come home to find
Daphne’s car in the garage and the house empty, he would have
been concerned. That is, if he hadn’t known where to find his
nosy wife.
Daphne had barely been able to contain her curiosity about the new neighbors,
so when he found her sneaking through the fence and into the backyard,
it hadn’t taken the detective in him to figure out that she’d
been snooping again. And in their garage, no less! What the hell had
she been thinking? Especially after the long conversation they had had
as a result of her last snooping fiasco.
She had promised that her days of snooping were over, and had even nodded
acceptingly when he had warned her that if it happened again, she was
going to get one of those discipline spankings she had been reading
about on the Internet. And even though he had actually made that comment
half in jest, he was starting to realize that it was time to get serious
about breaking the cycle of her bad behavior. He might not like the
idea of having to administer a discipline spanking, but he had said
he would, so it was damn well time to follow through with it.
Zak shook his head. He thought that she had learned her lesson and had
really made a change for the better, especially since her snooping had
cost her so much the last time. Maybe this time, if he really let her
know how displeased he was, her snooping would stop before something
else bad happened.
Upstairs in their bedroom, Daphne stood by the dresser
wondering how long she could dawdle before her husband came looking
for her. Zak had said that he had to get back to work. Maybe if she
took long enough, he would drop the idea of giving her a spanking. Doubtful,
she thought. She had brought this on herself. Zak had warned her, and
by going back on her promise not to snoop, she knew that she had earned
herself this spanking. But just because she had earned this spanking,
that didn’t mean she wasn’t more than a little nervous about
it, though.
This was a whole new direction for them. While they had done lots of
erotic spanking, the concept of spanking for discipline hadn’t
come up until she had mentioned a story she had read on the Internet.
She hadn’t intended that they try it, but apparently Zak had taken
it to heart. Wow, she thought. Her heart was fluttering more than it
had since the first time he had spanked her years ago.
Telling herself that waiting would only make it worse, Daphne picked
up the hairbrush and left the bedroom to slowly make her way back downstairs.
Zak was waiting for her in their huge eat-in kitchen. He had pulled
one of the chairs out from the table, and was standing beside it, arms
crossed over his broad chest. Her pulse racing, Daphne walked over to
stand before him. She kept her gaze down, not because she had to, but
because she didn’t want to look in his eyes and see just how much
she had let him down by doing what she had done.
Her husband, however, obviously wanted her to see that look because
he gently slid his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up so
that he could see her face. “You know why you’re getting
this spanking don’t you, Daphne?”
Daphne swallowed hard. He actually wanted her to say the words out loud?
Somehow, that made what she had done only that much worse, she thought.
“B-because I snuck into the new neighbors’ garage and looked
through their things,” she said in a small voice.
A part of her wanted to argue with him, to say that she hadn’t
done anything wrong. But she had, and she knew it. The snooping was
bad enough, but breaking the promise she had made was even worse.
His dark eyes were serious as he studied her face. “And because
you broke the promise you made to me about not being so nosy anymore.”
She said nothing. He had only said what she’d just been thinking.
But hearing him say it out loud made her feel twice as bad. All she
could do was stand there chewing on her lower lip.
Taking the hairbrush from her suddenly nerveless fingers, Zak sat down
on the chair.
“Unbutton your shorts and push them down,” he told her.
Wanting to put off the actual spanking for as long as she could without
seeming too defiant, Daphne unbuttoned her shorts as slowly as possible
before finally pushing them down over her curvy hips and stepping out
of them. Underneath, she wore a simple pair of cotton bikini panties.
They were so skimpy to begin with that taking them down would just be
a formality, but her husband had told her that if he had to give her
a discipline spanking, then it would start and end on the bare bottom,
with no warm-up. She wondered if she should push her panties down as
well, but he hadn’t said to, so she decided against it.
Without a word, Zak took her arm and guided her over his lap. Daphne
automatically put her hands on the floor, staring down at the big, square
tiles through her tumble of long hair as she felt her husband place
his strong hand on the small of her back. A moment later, he lowered
her panties until they were banded around her slender thighs.
Never having had a discipline spanking before, Daphne didn’t know
exactly what came next, and she held her breath as she waited for him
to begin. Normally, there would have been some caressing and lots of
hand-spanking to warm her up. She didn’t know what a spanking
would feel like without that.
Zak didn’t keep her waiting, but brought the hairbrush down on
her bare bottom immediately and without hesitation. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack!
The hairbrush felt completely different without the benefit of a warm-up
to relax her. If this had been an erotic lunchtime quickie, she probably
wouldn’t have even felt the sting until the fifteenth or twentieth
smack with the brush. But this time, the very first spank stung; by
the tenth, she was struggling on his lap in an effort to escape.
On and on it went like that, with Zak alternating from one cheek to
the other, making sure he paid special attention to her tender sit-spots
before turning his attention back to the curve of her bottom.
Daphne squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a loud yelp after each and
every spank. God, she’d never had a spanking like this! She had
been spanked harder before, but for some reason, this spanking just
stung more. Her poor bottom felt like it was on fire! What made this
spanking so different? she wondered. The answer was simple. For the
first time, Zak was the one completely in control, not her, and she
had no idea how long he was going to let it continue. That thought made
her struggle even more.
But no matter how much she kicked and squirmed and pleaded with him,
Zak didn’t stop spanking her, and she knew he wouldn’t.
Not until he had decided she’d been punished enough. In his mind,
this spanking wasn’t about sexual enjoyment, but making sure she
was going to stop her snooping, and he would continue until he thought
she had learned her lesson.
That didn’t stop her from begging, though. “Honey, please...Owwwww!...I’ll
be good...Owwwww!...I p-promise never t-to...Owwwww!...to d-do it again!...Owwwww!”
At that moment, her bottom was on such fire that Daphne would have promised
him anything. If only Zak would stop spanking her!
Then, finally, after another series of hard smacks, it was over, much
to her immense relief.
Daphne stayed where she was, draped over her husband’s knee, not
only because she knew it would be expected of her, but also because
she didn’t think she could have gotten up if she wanted to. Ouch,
how that spanking had stung! She could only imagine how red her bottom
must be. Not that she hadn’t deserved it, she supposed, especially
since she had snuck into the new neighbors’ garage barely a day
after promising Zak that she would stop being so nosy, but still...she
didn’t think Zak had ever spanked her that hard before. Even more
than the sting of the spanking though, the discipline had left her emotionally
wrung out. She felt almost exhausted.
Without a word, Zak took her arm and gently helped her to her feet.
Had he not been holding onto her hands, she would have immediately reached
back to rub her stinging asscheeks. Which was, she supposed, the reason
he was keeping them in a firm grip.
“No more sneaking into the new neighbors’ garage so that
you can snoop, Daphne,” he told her firmly, his dark eyes intent
as he spoke. “I mean it.”
Daphne shook her head. “I won’t,” she said in a small
voice, and then added, “I promise.”
Zak studied her for a long moment as if trying to decide whether he
should believe her or not, before he finally nodded and released her
hands. She almost reached back to cup her sore ass, but at the look
in her husband’s eye, thought better of it, and pulled up her
panties instead, gasping a little as the material brushed her stinging
skin. Picking up her shorts, she slowly put them back on. After she
had slipped her feet back into her sandals, Zak reached out and pulled
her into his arms.
Her bottom stinging fiercely from the spanking he’d just given
her, Daphne leaned against her husband, needing to be held by him, almost
more than she ever had before. He had been really unhappy with her,
and she had to know that it was all better now. And even though her
bottom still stung like crazy, she did feel better, like they had just
made up after a fight. The feeling of being in his arms now, after that
serious spanking, was somehow even more comforting than it normally
would have been.
They stood like that for awhile, with him just holding her close before
he tilted her head back and kissed her. Even after eight years of marriage,
Zak’s kisses still made her melt inside, and Daphne let out a
little moan of pleasure as she kissed him back, hard. Normally, they
could barely keep their clothes on after he gave her a spanking, but
this time, she just felt like she really needed to be held and kissed.
“I have to get back to the station,” he said when he lifted
his head moments later.
She gave him a quizzical look. “But I thought you came home for
lunch.”
He brushed her hair back from her face with a rueful smile. “I
did, but I had to spend my lunch break giving my errant wife a spanking
instead.”
Now, feeling bad that she’d made him miss lunch, Daphne looked
away, but Zak’s fingers beneath her chin brought her head up again.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ll
stop and get something to eat on the way back to the station.”
Her lips curved into a small smile. “Or I could make you a sandwich,
and you could take it with you,” she offered.
For a moment, it looked like he was going to refuse, but then he nodded.
Zak leaned back against the counter while she made lunch, and as she
listened to him tell her about his day, Daphne couldn’t help but
be surprised at how easily things could so easily go back to normal
after such a spanking. It wasn’t exactly as if it had never happened
– her bottom was way too sore for that – but oddly enough,
now that it was over, she felt completely and totally forgiven for what
she had done. Chastened, and sore, but forgiven.
At the door, Zak kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that made
her wish he didn’t have to go back to work so soon.
“I love you, Daph, do you know that?” he said when he lifted
his head.
Though the words were said in all seriousness, Zak’s tone of voice
wasn’t, nor was the quirk to his mouth, and Daphne laughed. “I
know,” she said, reaching up on tiptoe to kiss him again. “I
love you, too.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Behave yourself,”
he told her.
She felt herself flush. “I will,” she promised. “Be
careful.”
Zak flashed her a grin. “Always,” he said, and then kissed
her again before walking out into the garage. Opening the door of the
SUV, he glanced at her before getting inside. “Remember what I
said, no more snooping.”
“I won’t,” Daphne replied. Leaning against the doorjamb,
she watched as he backed out of the garage, and then gave him a wave
as he drove off.
Closing the door that led out to the garage, she turned and walked back
into the kitchen, rubbing her bottom as she went. Though it didn’t
throb as much as it had right after her husband had given her that spanking,
her bottom still stung fiercely. Her gaze going to the kitchen table,
she saw that the hairbrush was still where Zak had left it, and was
just about to pick it up so that she could bring it back up to the bedroom
when she saw her new neighbors through the window.
The hairbrush forgotten for the moment, Daphne edged closer to the kitchen
window, watching the couple for a moment. Though they were clearly the
people in the photograph she’d seen, the woman’s curly hair
was now shoulder-length and blond, while the man no longer wore a beard
and mustache.
The urge to know more about the couple was suddenly too much, and before
Daphne even realized what she was doing, she was out the door and walking
toward their house. Zak said he didn’t want her snooping, she
reasoned. He didn’t say anything about her inviting their new
neighbors over to dinner. Besides, it wasn’t really snooping,
she told herself. Well, okay, maybe it was, she supposed, but it was
authorized snooping. And Zak couldn’t say anything about her being
social.
The couple looked up from what they were doing as Daphne made her way
across the front lawn, and she gave them a smile. Both tall, the woman
was slender, while the man was what Daphne would describe as having
a wiry build.
“Hi,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m Daphne
Sullivan, from next door.”
The man shared a glance with his wife before answering. “John
Anderson,” he said, shaking her hand. “And this is my wife,
Claire.”
Daphne shook the other woman’s hand. “It’s nice to
meet you,” she said, giving them another warm smile. “I
actually came over to invite you to dinner. Kind of a welcome to the
neighborhood kind of thing.”
But John Anderson was already shaking his head. “Thank you, but...”
“We’d love to come!” Claire said, interrupting her
husband before he could finish.
Though the look that John Anderson gave his wife was unreadable, the
tension between them was difficult to miss, and Daphne couldn’t
help but frown. It felt like the temperature had just dropped twenty
degrees, she thought. Recovering quickly, however, she forced a smile
to her lips.
“That’s great,” she said. “My husband usually
gets home about five-thirty, so why don’t you come over around
six?”
Clearly not happy that his wife had accepted the dinner invitation,
John said nothing, but stood tight-lipped as Claire spoke.
“We’ll be there,” she said. “Is there anything
we can bring?”
Daphne shook her head. “Just yourselves.”
The other woman smiled. “We’ll see you tonight then.”
Taking that as her cue to leave, Daphne again told the Andersons how
nice it was to finally meet both of them, and then walked back over
to her house. At the door, she glanced over at the neighbors to see
them arguing. Though she couldn’t hear what they were saying,
the exchange seemed pretty heated to her. Abruptly, Claire turned on
her heel and stormed inside, leaving John standing there on the walk.
After a moment, he strode up the front steps and went into the house,
slamming the door closed behind him.
Surprised by the couple’s behavior, Daphne stood where she was
for a moment before going back into the house. In the foyer, she leaned
back against the door, her mind awhirl as she wondered how a simple
dinner invitation could have possibly caused such a fight.
Daphne was in the kitchen making dinner when Zak got
home that evening. Her husband took one look at the four place-settings
on the table, then at the sundress she had on in place of her usual
shorts and a tank top, and lifted a questioning brow.
“Are we expecting company?” he asked.
She smiled at him over her shoulder as she cut tomatoes for the salad.
“I invited the new neighbors over for dinner.”
Daphne held her breath, waiting for Zak to make some comment about being
too tired to have company on a weeknight, but instead he only came up
behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle.
“What time are they coming over?” he asked.
His breath stirred her hair as he spoke, and Daphne stopped cutting
to lean back against him. “In about thirty minutes.”
“Good,” Zak said. Taking the knife from her hand, he put
it down on the cutting board beside the tomatoes, and then turned her
to face him. “That’s enough time for me to remind you to
be on your best behavior.”
As he spoke, Zak took her hand and led her out of the kitchen and into
the living room, stopping only long enough to grab one of the big wooden
spoons from the counter as he went.
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