Catherine had known David was sexist when she met him. Yet, for some reason, she found herself strangely attracted to him. Things had only gotten worse after they were married.
He had all of these rules that he expected her to follow. Like tonight. She had awoken, needing to use the bathroom. Despite the facts that the alarm clock read 4 am, she could hear him on a conference call in the office. She was expected to go straight back to bed after she had finished her business, but he could stay up all hours of the night working. She hardly found it fair.
On the way back to bed, Catherine grabbed her iphone off of the dresser and took it with her despite knowing the firm rule of no cell phones in bed. If he could take care of business matters well into the night, why couldn't she? She would just reply to a few emails her oversea counterparts had sent and then she would go back to sleep.
She had just hit send on her fourth email when she found the phone being plucked from her hands. She closed her eyes in dismay before she even heard him growl out, "Catherine."
"Yes?" She said meekly, not yet brave enough to roll over and face him.
"What is the rule about the phones?"
"They don't come to bed with us."
"Let's take care of this now so you can go back to sleep with a clear conscious."
She didn't want to take care of this. She wanted to finish replying to all the other emails sitting in her inbox, but she didn't argue. It would be pointless to argue. It clear that he had already made up his mind.
"Yes, David." She got out of bed and was relieved when his phone rang. The relief was short lived as she was instructed to go wait for him in the office.
She pouted the whole way to the office and had to remind herself not to stomp her feet the whole way there. It was a stupid rule. She was a grown woman. A business woman who had work to do. She didn't need someone telling her when she could and couldn't work.
His words from over a year ago echoed in her ears as she drew the night gown up over her head. "The bedroom is for pleasure. The office is for taking care of business. All punishments will be dealt with here."
She threw the nightgown down on the floor. The whole business she wanted to be taking care of this evening was her emails. She looked at the nightgown and quickly picked it up. She folded it and set it on the corner of the desk. She didn't want him to see it on the floor and think she had been throwing a tantrum.
She took a deep breath and stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. She folded them and set them on top of her nightgown.
She marched over to the corner in front of David's desk and stood facing it. She pouted the whole time she was standing there. She hated the corner. She hated that she was in the office naked. She hated that she was being told she couldn't work when she wanted to. She hated that he was taking his sweet time.
She heard the office door open, and she sombered up. The pouting had stopped instantaneously as dread filled the pit of her stomach. She heard him moving the chair out of one of the corners behind her. She dare not turn around. Maybe if she said she was sorry. Maybe if she begged and pleaded.
"Come here, Catherine." His voice was so quiet. So calm. She didn't want to go, but she found her feet moving on their own accord. Too afraid to disobey further this evening. She found that she couldn't meet his eyes.
He didn't lecture or ask her any questions. Instead, he tugged on her wrist, and she found herself falling over his lap. He took a few minutes to adjust her before she felt his hand lightly tap her rear.
A warm-up. Thank God, he was giving her a warm up. He must not be too mad if she was getting a warm-up. The smacks of his hand were gradually getting harder.
"I am pleased that you followed my instructions about the office so well this evening. I am not pleased that you disregarded my instructions about the phone in bed or that you have been pouting since you were caught." Two hard slaps followed to emphasis his point. He stopped for a minute and rubbed for a minute, enjoying the delicate pink shade Catherine's cheeks had become.
"Ow" Catherine said when the brush made contact. She hadn't been expecting the brush. She hadn't seen it when she came in or with David. "David, I am sorry."
"I am sure you are, and I am sure you will remember to follow this rule from now on." David's voice carried not an ounce of sympathy or remorse.
It wasn't long before Catherine was kicking her feet and sobbing. David continued silently until she stopped kicking and the sobbing was barely audible.
"Catherine, why do we have the rule about the phones?" He dropped the brush and began rubbing her back.
"They're too much of a distraction while we are trying to sleep."
"I don't want to see the phone in bed again. Am I understood?"
"Yes." The hard spank made her jump.
"Good. Let's get you to bed."
It was a silent affair as David walked Catherine back to bed. The hallways was very chilly, especially against her red hot bottom. She wish David would have let her redress.
They made it to the bedroom, and he tucked her in with the promise to follow shortly after he made one more call. She fell asleep shortly and didn't even notice when he climbed into bed.