Saturday, December 26, 2020

Almost Made it to 2021 - Here's Something to Read Until We Get There!


Happy New Year Bloggers!

If you didn’t get any spanky literature from Santa this year, not to worry. “Our Sweet Approach” and “Eric51Amy49” teamed up before the holiday to write a chapter book.  Many of you followed along, reading bits and pieces, but as the book grew we got requests to put everything on one page.  Your wish is our command!  

Below you will find links to each chapter of our joint venture.  This was written in such a way that you, the reader, can make a choice at the end of the first three chapters in order to take you to a certain place in the book. In order words, these chapters can be put together in more ways than one. 

To start, read Chapter One and then choose which version of Chapter Two most interests you; by the title.  Then move onto Chapter Three and so on.  Don’t forget to come back and do it all over again if you want to read the other versions but go ahead and finish one whole story before returning.

Let us know in the comments what you liked best and together, we can say good-bye to 2020 and hello to 2021!

Chapter Story - You Lead the Way! Chapter One…

Meet Hugh and Becca by clicking the link above and starting with Chapter One.

Chapter Two - There are three versions of Chapter Two.  Click the link of the title that most interests you and find out Hugh’s idea of gifts that keep on giving!

How the RED Grinch Gift Almost Stole Christmas 


How the BLUE Grinch Gift Almost Stole Christmas 


How the GREEN Grinch Gift Almost Stole Christmas 

Chapter Three - Somebody is in big trouble.  You decide what implement Hugh will use on Becca. Click the link on one of the three titles that you would choose as HOH.

A BELT Spanking a Day, Keeps a Coal Filled Stocking Away 


A FLOGGER Spanking a Day, Keeps a Coal Filled Stocking Away


A HAIRBRUSH Spanking a Day, Keeps a Coal Filled Stocking Away 

Chapter Four - Don’t you find, often the best part of a spanking is the sexy playtime afterwards?  You better be over 21 to continue reading!  Pick your pleasure by clicking on the title that makes you want more. :)

When Mistletoe Comes A-Knockin’ and the Bed Starts A-Rockin’ 


When Mistletoe Comes A-Knockin’ and a Ginger Plug Comes to Play 


When Mistletoe Comes A-Knockin’ and the Satin Rope Does the Trick


Chapter Five - You’ve reached the end of our story.  See what Hugh has up his sleeve this time and thank you for reading. (Haven’t had enough? Go back to chapter one and start again.  After-all, there are multiple versions.)

Chapter Five: She Came Upon a Midnight Spanking Clear(ly because She Deserved It)

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

When Mistletoe Comes A-Knockin’ and the Bed Starts A-Rockin’

Hugh felt that with the discipline complete that some extracurricular activities could commence.  Becca was in full agreement.  This whole spanking business made them both horny.  Hugh knew that best by working his hand slowly down her bottom and into her sweet sensitive spot between her legs.  As he gently felt and probed with his fingers he was amazed at how wet she had become by the spanking alone.  

“Hmmm…” he thought as carefully felt for her clit.  He began to tap it gently and Becca let out a whimper.  “Does my sweetness like that?”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled into the pillow.  Becca more than liked it, she loved feeling his fingers explore her nether regions.  Even though her bum was smarting, it was no match for the magic sensations his fingers worked and overpowered any lingering pain she felt.  She gently ground into his ministrations as they worked to get his clothing off.  Naked together was definitely better.  Soft sweet caresses and long passionate kisses warmed them both up.  

Hugh knew that Becca loved her nipples nibbled and sucked on.  He immediately went to work on the right one suckling long and hard.  He was eager to make her squeal with delight and it only took mere seconds before she was squirming and whimpering.  Hugh enjoyed this part of their lifestyle the best.  The “making up” kind of sex and the sheer enjoyment of one another’s bodies.  He moved his mouth to enjoy her other breast as Becca’s hand began to lightly rub Hugh’s back, butt and then his member.  

Becca had struggled early on in their marriage with being touched.  It could often overwhelm her as negative memories from her past would flood in to take the place of the new ones.  Hugh and TTWD had helped her to conquer those old demons.  Now, she could just enjoy Hugh’s sucking her nipples and maybe in a few minutes she could return the favor and provide his cock a bit of loving too.

Hugh grinned as he teasingly pulled her left nipple to its limits and enjoyed the taste of his wife’s soft delectable skin.  “May I take a taste of your clit, my love?  See if I can make you go long and loud?  Will you moan for me?”

Becca giggled.  She nodded a grin filling her face as she quickly flipped over.  The grin left immediately as she had already forgotten the immense pain of the spanking.  “Owww!”  She cried out and tried to reposition herself more carefully.  It was now Hugh’s chance to grin.

"Is something wrong,” he teased. “Surely, your bum isn’t that sore, is it?  I must not have done a thorough enough job.”

“Oh, you were plenty thorough, Hugh.  Probably too thorough.”  Hugh always enjoyed hearing about his handiwork.  

“Now, where were we?  I believe you offered to give me a mind blowing orgasm?” Becca said softly.

“Oh, that’s right, well, only if it won’t cause you too much pain.  Otherwise we can skip it and go straight to you sucking me off.”  Hugh said making Becca turn beet red.

“No, Sir, I’d really appreciate the release first.”  She was seriously embarrassed talking this way, even to her man, but at the same time, she was dying to have a release after such a long, hard spanking.  

“Well, then, you’re about to get your boots knocked off.”  And with that he practically dove between her legs and began to use his tongue to drive her over the edge.  He delivered the orgasm her body so desperately craved within seconds and just to add to her satisfaction he gave her two!  

When Becca finally caught her breath Hugh encouraged her to repay the favor.  Becca slid down to lean on Hugh’s legs and began sucking, licking, and teasing Hugh’s member with her mouth, teeth and tongue.  Becca could usually keep him entertained for quite a few minutes, but tonight Hugh almost immediately pulled Becca to lay on his chest.

“I can’t wait to have that sweet pussy.” Hugh said, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her hair into his fist.  “Get on my cock!”  Becca did as he commanded her and quickly slid down onto Hugh.  The pounding of their bodies, the demand for hard, rough sex, and the night’s spanking overwhelmed them both. After several minutes they lay next to one another, soaked in sweat, and both shivered at the same time.  Hugh covered them with a blanket and Becca was softly snoring within seconds.

As Hugh cuddled Becca in his arms he was satisfied with her discipline and the calmness it brought to both of them.  And the make up sex was pretty amazing too!

Dear Readers, 

We have one more chapter to finish up this little Christmas gift from us to you. We hope you've enjoyed it!  We definitely have had a great deal of fun writing it for you.  Last Chapter will be posted by Friday.  Come back and check it out on Amy's blog  

Merry Christmas!

Baker and Amy

When Mistletoe Comes A-Knocking and a Ginger Plug Comes to Play

Hugh told Becca to stand in the corner at the northeast corner of their bedroom.  He loved that spot because she knew if she stepped out of line, the neighbors could catch a glimpse of her pink bottom.

“Where are you going?” she asked, not wanting to be away from him after such an intense disciplinary session.

Hugh shooed her along, popping her backside one time as she headed toward the corner of the room.  “I’ll be right there,” he said. “I just need to get something from the kitchen.”

Becca grinned and ran toward the corner of the room. 

“Bring me a cookie,” she yelled, pretty sure there was some sexy whipped cream time in her near future and wanting a snack to keep up with Hugh’s momentum.

“What did you say?” he asked, annoyed that she had just been spanked and was ordering him around like her lackey.

“I said,” she hollered louder, “bring me a cookie.  The gingerbread men!  They’re on the cooling rack on the counter next to the oven.”  At that point it didn’t matter that the dough had been store bought and that the kids had decorated them.  She just wanted something to keep her energy going.  

Hugh growled under his breath.  “Order me around,” he grumbled, “well, you’re the one getting more than a cookie!”

When Hugh appeared at the door of their room, he turned the lock and placed the cookie on the dresser. Then he stood behind Becca, just close enough that she could feel the heat of his body as he took off his clothes.  When he was completely naked, he took her shoulders and turned her towards him.

“Will you look at that!” she exclaimed, eyes wide looking down at him.”Are you sharing?” she asked coyly, reaching out to touch.

Hugh pulled away and marched her over to the bed.  

“I want you to bend over and spread your cheeks,” he ordered.

“Mmmm,” hummed Becca.  Initially she was afraid of anal sex but Hugh had taken his time introducing it to her and now it was one of her top three favorites.  She put her belly on the mattress and reached back, then stopped.

“Can I have my cookie first?” she looked back at his steadfast face.

“Rebecca St. Clair!” he scolding and pushing her back over, placed a big red smack and outline of his handprint on her already ravaged butt cheek.

“Hey!” she hollered, reaching back and rubbing her bottom.

“Do I need to give you another one?” Hugh threatened.  “Now spread those cheeks.  I want to see that beautiful starfish of yours.”

Deciding the cookie wasn’t worth another slap, Becca pulled her cheeks apart waiting for the warm press of Hugh on her body.  He understood the minute required for her to adjust and open wide for him to enter her.  She closed her eyes at the first sense of him and then screwed up her face in a confused look.

“Why are you so cold?!” she asked, her bottom getting that feeling but one that was way too cold to be her husband.

Smack!  Hugh’s hand came down on the back of Becca’s thigh as he pushed a bit deeper.  “Enough with the questions,” he scolded.  “You asked for this!”

As the icy object began to warm, Becca recognized the stingy burn that went with a thawing ginger plug.  She stiffened against the burn, causing it to intensify with the pressure of her muscles practically squeezing the oils from the root and into her skin.

“Hugh!” she whined.  “I said Gingerbread man, not ginger plug.”

The root continued to thaw as Hugh’s laughter filled the room.

“Guess I misunderstood with you YELLING at me,” he chuckled.

Becca squirmed on the bed and kept her hands in place, spreading her cheeks so as not to touch the root anymore than she had to.

“You can let go now,” Hugh said, placing her hands in front of her.  

Becca moaned, the fire increasing with no relief as her cheeks came together.

“Okay, okay,” she begged. “I get it. I mean, I got it. Enough, Hugh. Seriously. Enough.”

Hugh waited a few more seconds and then pulled the plug back out, hearing Becca’s audible sigh of relief as he quickly tossed it in the waste can next to her vanity.

“I don’t believe we are going to have any more issues before the end of the year, are we?” Hugh asked, turning Becca over on her back.  She shook her head and allowed him to step between her legs, the mixture of a sore bum both inside and out keeping her focused on every word he spoke.

“I can’t hear you,” he said.

“Yes sir,” she replied and then quickly changed her answer.  “I mean, no sir.  I mean, what was the question again Is this a trick?”

Hugh laughed at her determination to give the correct answer but confusion as to what meant “no more issues”. Smiling, he leaned in and touched his nose to hers.

“You’ve got it, honey,” he said and kissed her passionately.  With one hand under her head and lips going to town on her mouth, he directed his cock into her wet pussy and began to slowly work his way back and forth between her butterfly lips.  Becca moaned, that sweet heavenly sound that Hugh loved to hear escaping from deep within her chest.  He continued to keep his pace slow and steady, watching for a sign that she was ready to cum.  

Becca wasn’t much of a talker during sex but Hugh had learned her body language and when she turned her face to the right side of her body, he knew it was time.  Keeping everything else the same, Hugh slightly increased the tempo and then took his thumb and pulling back the hood of her clit, began making crazy 8’s with the little button underneath.

“Whoooo, ooooooooooh, aaaahhhhhhhhhhh,” Becca let out an animalistic cry as her entire being began to shake. The ginger oils always made her cum hard and fast, the true benefit of the initial suffering.  

Hugh continued to pump in and out until he too exploded in pleasure, grabbing onto her hips and holding himself steady as he downloaded every ounce he could spare.

The couple rinsed off real quick in the bathroom and then grabbed their clothes and got dressed before any little people realized they had snuck off.

“Can we just snuggle for a minute?” Becca asked, pulling Hugh over to the bed.  He reached over to the dresser and then climbed in, tucking his arm under his body so she could nuzzle into his chest.

“Hey, Becca,” he teased until she looked up at his face, “is this what you wanted?” he asked, holding a gingerbread cookie in front of her eyes.

“You brat!” she exclaimed, snatching the cookie from his hand and noticing immediately that it only had one leg.  “Where’s his other leg?!” she asked.

Hugh grinned.  “I had to make sure it was good enough for you,” he teased, breaking off an arm and popping it into his mouth.  Together they finished the cookie and then lay back against the headboard, enjoying the moment.

As Hugh cuddled Becca in his arms he was satisfied with her discipline and the calmness it brought to both of them.  And the make up sex was pretty amazing too!

Dear Readers, We have one more chapter to finish up this little Christmas gift from us to you. We hope you've enjoyed it! We definitely have had a great deal of fun writing it for you. Last Chapter will be posted by Friday. Come back and check it out on Amy's blog . Merry Christmas! Baker and Amy

When Mistletoe Comes A-Knockin’ and Satin Rope Does the Trick

“How are you feeling, love?” Hugh asked genuinely, taking his wife to their bedroom and gently laying her across the blue and white striped comforter.  He believed in the lifestyle and had seen the miraculous changes in their marriage and his wife since they had started years ago.  That said, he was always respectful of the fact that she was the one who permitted him to have the role of HOH and make the decisions for the family as a whole. After every disciplinary session, he was sure to check in and make sure the goal was met and Becca was in a good place.

All of the nerves and receptors in Becca’s body were on fire.  The thoughts in her brain were clear for the first time in weeks and while her bottom would be sore for days, her body felt oddly relaxed and alive.  She wanted to jump on the bed and yell at the top of her lungs, “I love you, Hugh!!! And I love the way you make me feel!!!” but she had just been punished and this was supposed to be a serious time, a time for reflection.

“I’m okay,” she said, rubbing her bum and giving Hugh the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. 

Hugh was immediately suspicious and wondered how, just moments before, she was begging him to stop and now seemed to be hiding something.

“Did you learn your lesson, young lady?” Hugh used his stern tone to ask the question but his voice cracked a bit at the end as he tried to conceal a laugh. Becca was so lost in her own head, she was sliding off the bed, and had he not grabbed her foot would have landed smack dab on the floor.

“Whoah!” she yelled as Hugh pulled her to an upright position.  She flopped forward onto her stomach and looked back at him with a huge smile.  “Thanks honey!”

Eric shook his head and attempted to return to the seriousness of the situation at hand.  “I asked,” he finally spoke with his most HOH of tones, “if you had learned your lesson.”

“Pretty much,” came the reply and a flash of Becca’s most mischievous of grins.

“That’s it,” Hugh pronounced.  “On your knees girl!”  He got off the bed and went to their toy chest where he pulled out the black satin rope she had given him for his birthday a few weeks ago.  Becca knew this drill and it was one of her favorites so she was ready, kneeling in front of the full length mirror where they could both watch the way the satin would decorate her body.

“Look at you,” Hugh said, cupping her breasts and staring at the reflection with her.  “You are stunning, honey.  Just stunning.”

He handed Becca the middle of the rope and sat back on the bed watching her do her part. They had seen this on a Youtube video and both found it very erotic and seductive.  Taking her hair and splitting it into three strands, Becca began to braid the rope into the two outer bits until the satin rope made an elegant pattern through her hair.  Once she reached the ends, Hugh took over and wrapped tight circles around each breast, criss-crossing in the middle of Becca’s sternum.  He made his way down her belly, bringing the rope to her back, then front, then back again until he tied off the remaining bits to hang just above her clitoris. Together they surveyed their rope work in the mirror. Hugh called out to “Alexa” and put on some sexy music, performing a mini strip tease for his wife. A button, a zipper, a thrusting of the hips and voila! There he stood in all of his glory.

“I’m not sure you got the full message,” Hugh said, grabbing Becca by the back of the head. He was about to force her lips to his cock but stepped back instead and told her to “hold that thought.”  A minute later, Hugh came back with a black eye mask like the Lone Ranger used to wear.  “Here, honey,” he said, placing the mask over her eyes and securing it over the folds of rope and hair. “Now that’s sexy!”

Becca took a peek in the mirror and agreed, amazed that even she found herself tantalizing.

“Now,” Hugh commanded grabbing a hold of her head and pushing himself up to her lips, “make Daddy come.”

Becca burst out laughing and so did Hugh.

“What the heck was that?” she giggled.  “You ain’t my Daddy!”

Hugh reached down and hugged his wife, laughing while his cock swung freely in the space between them.

“I don’t know where that came from,” he chortled.  “Let’s try this again.”

A few remaining giggles here and there, and the couple finally slipped into their roles.  Hugh talked his wife through the act before her.  

“That’s right pretty girl.  Put your tongue right on that V.  Oh yes.  You’ve got this.  You’re incredible.  You’re amazing.  You’ve got this.”

Becca was nervous because she didn’t have her hands to help with positioning or stability.  She was afraid Hugh might go too deep and make her choke or worse, that the saliva build up would have her drooling all over the floor.  She pulled her breath in and flicked her tongue on the tip, across the V (the underside where the circumcision ends), and then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  Hugh’s rock hard cock at her lips, her cheeks sucked inward defining her cheek bones and making her face look thin and attractive, it was as though she had never seen that girl before.

“I’m getting close,” Hugh broke the silence and Becca continued to stare at their reflection as her husband slowly pumped his entire load into her waiting mouth.

“Better not swallow yet,” Hugh warned, stepping back and looking down at the woman who had just turned him inside out.  “Let me see.”

Becca opened her mouth and showed Hugh the puddle of white sticky cum in her mouth.  He beamed, red faced and exhausted.  “Swallow, my love,” he said and she did.

Moments later, Becca and Hugh were rinsing her mouth in the shower with a wet satin rope at the bottom of the tub.  

“Dang I need a nap,” Hugh said, drying Becca off while trying to keep his eyes from closing before they made it to the bed again.

As Hugh cuddled Becca in his arms, he was satisfied with her discipline and the calmness it brought to both of them.  And the make up sex was pretty amazing too!

Dear Readers, We have one more chapter to finish up this little Christmas gift from us to you. We hope you've enjoyed it! We definitely have had a great deal of fun writing it for you. Last Chapter will be posted by Friday. Come back and check it out on Amy's blog . Merry Christmas! Baker and Amy


Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Check It OUT!

Hey, you all, this is just a friendly reminder that all three choices for chapter 3 are up on Amy's blog.  Please go check your choice out and let us know what you think!  Hope you are enjoying the story as much as we have enjoyed writing it.  Chapter 1 and 3 are at  You can find all three choices for chapter 2 here on my website.  Chapters 4 and 5 should be up Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  Hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas season!

--Amy and Baker

Sunday, December 20, 2020

How the Blue Grinch Gift Almost Stole Christmas (Chapter 2)

This is Chapter Two of a series of Choose-your-own-ending stories. If you have not read Chapter One yet, please start there at Amy’s site and once you’ve made your choice, read the appropriate Chapter Two Follow Up (Red, green, or blue?)

Dinner for breakfast was always a hit Becca thought as she made a mad dash to the kitchen to throw something together.  Hugh called the kids together to work on the family Christmas puzzle set out on the coffee table in the front room.  Each night they had spent half an hour or so trying to get that 1,000 piece puzzle completed before Christmas Eve.  Hugh had promised the kids they would go look at Christmas lights as a reward if the puzzle was done by then.  One thing had definitely changed with Covid, family time was a priority and Hugh enjoyed spending time with the kids.  He felt he really knew them now that his head wasn’t stuck in his phone all night.

Becca was at her finest making snowman and tree shaped pancakes, fried eggs, bacon as well as sausage links.  The house smelled delicious and she loved the fact that Hugh was spending quality time with the kids.  It was so nice to hear them all talking and laughing.  They were making a lot of noise.  A LOT of noise...Hugh seemed to be occupied...Maybe, just maybe, she could just take a quick peek at those presents! She turned everything down on low and crept to the doorway.  Hugh’s back was to her as she slipped past the living room entrance into the dining room.  “Whew!” thought Becca.  I made it without being noticed.

If she could reach the top of the china cabinet maybe she could give each gift a quick little shaky shake and make it back to the kitchen without being missed.  Standing on her tippy toes Becca reached as tall as she could, but it was no use.  The cabinet was taller than her reach by a good four inches.  She’d need a chair or a step stool to make up the difference.  She quickly checked to make sure Hugh was still involved with the kids. She was in luck! He was tickling their youngest and the giggling noise just about drowned out the sound of the chair being moved across the hardwood floor to the cabinet.  

Becca climbed as delicately as a cat onto the chair.  Her hand steadied on the top of the chair as she reached carefully for the blue package.  Almost there... when the sound of a swat reverberated around the room!  It wasn’t until the shock of the pain hit her as well as Hugh’s hands around her waist that she realized she’d been caught. He lifted her gently to the ground.

“Owww! Hugh!” she whispered as quietly as she should.  “What’d you do that for?”

“I thought I was clear.  No presents until after dinner.”  Hugh answered back with a smirk on his face.  “You deserved that swat for peeking!”  Becca’s frown was tugging into a smile as she swatted back at him.  

“You’re such a tease.  Worse than the kids!” 

“Maybe so, but I wasn’t teasing.  Now, you stay out of those presents, young lady.”  Young lady, oh, how she loved the sound of that.  

“Yes, sir,” she said, still relishing in the fact that he still felt he was HIS young lady.  Those two words could make her melt or quiver depending on how he said it.  Tonight’s made her literally dissolve on the spot in a gush of pure Christmas glee!  Hugh pulled her close and bent down to whisper sweet nothings in her ear when the sound of giggling alerted them to the fact they were no longer alone.

“Daddy’s kissing mommy!” came from their oldest followed by a chorus of how gross that possibly could be by the other three.  

Hugh then made a loud slurpy noise on Becca’s neck before calling out, “Yeah, and you’re next!” as he lunged towards the gathering of kids.  They all ran screaming and hollering from the room while Becca tried desperately to wipe her eyes from the tears of laughter streaming down her face.  Even after all these years Hugh could make her blush all shades whenever he was in the right mood.  Obviously tonight the mood was right.  It had been awhile since they’d had the opportunity to play and it appeared tonight just may be the night!  Becca could hardly hold the excitement in.

Hugh was struggling as well to contain his laughter.  He was ready to tear into the presents now!  He’d been working on this night of presents for weeks and he was hoping and praying that Becca was in the right mood for it.  He wanted badly for the holiday stress to melt away for both of them.  He had been working long hours this month while Becca stayed home with the kids.  Schools being shut down for covid and satellite learning was overwhelming Becca.  They both needed a night of early bedtimes for the kids and sexy play for them.

Becca gave Hugh a kiss on the cheek.  “Can you go wrestle the minions into washing their hands, so we can eat?”

“Sure, no problem.  I’m starved.”  More than starved Hugh thought as he headed to track down their gang of children, while Becca headed to the kitchen to finish dinner prep.  Two hours later the family had eaten, kitchen cleaned, showers done for the kids and everyone was snuggled in their beds until morning...hopefully.

Hugh retrieved the packages from the top of the china cabinet in the dining room and headed into the front room where Becca eagerly awaited his arrival.  As he settled in next to her he noticed her smile was literally lighting up her whole face.  “Well, someone looks like she’s about to burst.”  

“I am,” said Becca, “You never let us open presents early.  I can hardly contain myself.”

Hugh’s smile was rivaling hers.  “Well, we can always wait if you want to keep with tradition.”  

“No, thank you. I will take a pass on that offer,” she said with a slight pout to her voice.  

“Now, now, don’t be a party pooper, I was just teasing and you know it.”  Hugh said as he set the three packages in front of them on the coffee table while trying to avoid the Christmas puzzle pieces spread everywhere.

“I’ll behave,” Becca snickered as she eyed the presents set before her.  Her face was beginning to hurt from all the smiling she’d done since Hugh had arrived home, but she could not help herself.  The surprise was just so heartwarming and thoughtful.  She knew that Hugh must have been preparing this special Christmas treat.  It made her giddy just knowing he loved her so much to think up such a divine little plan.

“So there are three packages.  You can only pick one for tonight.  We’ll save the others for another night.”  Hugh could hardly contain his boyish grin. Regardless of what was in them any and all would help them come closer together thought Hugh.  Even though all were not for fun, each held a part of their relationship that needed some work.

Becca’s eyes scanned the gifts.  Her eyes immediately drawn to the blue package.  It was such pretty paper with silver reindeers and stars all over the deep shiny blue wrapping.  “I’d like to open this one,” asked Becca as she picked up the blue one.

“Awesome choice, my love,” Hugh agreed.  Becca quickly unwrapped the ribbon and bow from the top and removed the paper leaving it intact.  Inside the package were two cans of red and green silly string.

Confused Becca held the two cans up.  “Silly string?” she questioned.  

“Yes, sweet pea, we need some fun in our lives!”  Hugh took the green can and stood up.  “Now, there are two rules...we cannot wake the kids and we cannot break anything.  Oh, and we probably shouldn’t run outside, but other than that… are you game?”  Becca was always up for fun, but this was totally out of Hugh’s wheelhouse.  She handed him the green can and quickly shook her red can up, before he changed his mind.  This was going to be so much fun!

“I’m game! Let’s go!” Becca squealed as she began dousing Hugh as she backed away and tried to avoid the coffee table.  

“Hey, wait, I’m not ready!” Hugh called as he tried to scramble backwards.  “You have to play by the rules, Becca!” 

“I am!  You said not to wake the kids and not to break anything.  I am listening!”  Becca giggled as she took up a spot behind the recliner spraying Hugh’s back as she went.

Hugh ducked beside the piano sending a few recital books flying.  “Becca! Stop! Wait!”  The warning clearly stated by Hugh. Poor Hugh, who was not as accustomed to silly string fights in cramped quarters was having a hard time playing what he thought would be a fun little game.  His wife had transformed from his sweetheart to some raving lunatic trying to defend her part of the living room.  Becca, on the other hand, was taking this way too seriously as she tried to maneuver herself to a better position to reach Hugh, but keep out of his reach as well.  She doubled back and made a run for behind the Christmas tree.  In her mind the best advantage point in the room.

“Becca, watch out!  Wait! Stop for a second!” but Hugh’s warning came two seconds too late as Becca tripped over the coffee table taking half the puzzle with her as she fell right into the Christmas tree.  The tree, lights and ornaments came crashing down as Becca tried desperately to grab for anything to keep her from falling too.  “Becca, Becca, are you okay?”  

“Yeah, yeah I think so…”  she said as Hugh pulled her to her feet and gave her a once over.  They both surveyed the damage.  Hugh was trying to find the words to say to express his upset, their youngest little minion appeared followed by the other three. 

“The tree!”  they practically chorused as they ran to see the damage up close.  

Hugh commanded, “STOP!”  the kids stopped immediately looking up at their daddy.  “I don’t want anyone to take another step.  There’s broken glass everywhere.”

“What happened?” one of the kids asked.  

“Nothing, sweetheart.” Becca said softly.

“It’s nothing kids, momma and I will fix it up, you head on upstairs.  Becca, why don’t you get the kids settled and I’ll start cleaning up the mess.  We can discuss this when you’re done.”  Hugh’s voice held no laughter, no cheer.  All the fun they’d been having seconds before crashed along with the Christmas tree and the thousand piece puzzle laying all over the floor.  Becca felt that twinge in her stomach as she herded the kids upstairs and back to bed.  

Downstairs Hugh thought carefully about what had happened as he retrieved the broom and dustpan from the hallway closet.  He had asked Becca to stop, wait, listen.  She had ignored him, but it had been a game.  Or had it?  His sweet wife that he adored hadn’t listened to him from the get go.  He’d planned the game to be a fun bit of play to lighten their moods and then lead them to the bedroom where more fun and sexy adventure awaited.  But her die hard competitive personality had sprung out and made this into a do or die scenario.  Where had everything gone so wrong?

By the time Becca returned half an hour later Hugh had the tree back in it’s stand, and the glass swept up.  He was still carefully picking puzzle pieces out of the dustpan and placed them back on the now righted coffee table.  They’d need to replace several glass bulbs, but thankfully the most cherished of the ornaments had survived.  There was still silly string everywhere including the tree and the piano.  Hugh felt frustrated and Becca felt an immense amount of guilt.  Why had she acted so childish?  They both cleaned in silence until the room resembled a sense of normal.  

“Becca, come here,” Hugh called to her softly as he sat down on the couch.  His frustration of his gift gone bad was easing and he felt he needed to express his disappointment.  Becca came to him.  He pulled her into his lap.

“Honey, that was not what I intended to happen when I bought the silly string.”  Hugh said, rubbing his thumb on her petite hand.  He noticed how soft her hand felt.  “But we both know you were not listening to my words.  I gave you the rules of the game and you immediately turned it into a life or death scenario.”

“I did not!”  Becca’s own reaction surprised them both.  “You said we could play and I did.”

“No, I asked you several times to wait.  You didn’t listen from the very beginning.  Now, I wanted to play this game because I knew it may very well be fun and be a little bit competitive.  I had no intention of tearing our house apart or waking the children.  You disobeyed every command I gave you.”  

“You’re just upset because you lost!”  Becca said, trying to stand up and get off Hugh’s lap. Hugh took both her hands in his and then moved his hands to her upper arms.  

“Hold on, you need to settle down, sweetheart.”  Hugh held her in place.  “Now, I think you need to take a time out.”

“No, I don’t want to.”  She was being bratting and she knew it, but right now she was too wrapped up in her emotions and guilt to see that he was trying to help her avoid a spanking.

“Excuse me?  Since when do you get to decide when you go to the corner?  Young lady, you just earned yourself a spanking.”  With that Hugh stood up bringing Becca with him.  He wrapped his arm around her waist and began walking her rapidly to the stairs.  When he resisted he gave her two quick swats.  “Now, young lady.”  Becca was too wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn’t even respond to the swats with a cry or whimper as she normally would.

Becca found herself upstairs and down the hall faster than she expected.  Once in their room Hugh locked the door and demanded her to undress and place herself in the corner.  He went to their en suite to change clothes as he tried to calm himself down.  In the corner, Becca had begun to rethink her choices.  Hugh was ticked and he rarely had to leave the room to calm down.  As she rethought the last hour she began to feel unbearably uncomfortable.  Guilt flooding her body and the need to be spanked grew.  She knew it would settle her part of wrongdoing and clean the slate, so to speak, but she was not looking forward to it.

Hugh returned to the room.  Becca heard the chair squeak as he sat down.  “Becca, turn around.”  She did immediately as she was told.  “Pick an implement and bring it to me.”  Becca turned to look at their bed.  Hugh had laid out three very different implements.

The first was their leather flogger with the tresses knotted to resemble a “cat o’ nines”. Not a weapon to be considered as dangerous as the other two, unless in the hands of a skilled spanker.  In the middle lay her oval antique wooden hairbrush.  Each swat by that medieval torture device left her sitting gently or not sitting at all for at least a few days after it’s use.  Lastly, was her sweet Hugh’s thick brown leather belt that he wore daily.  Another foe, but one that brought mixed emotions to both her heart and her behind.

Now which will you, our lovely readers, choose?

The flogger, the brush or the belt? It’s time to make your pick and then jump back over to Amy’s blog later this week to read the post that aligns with Chapter Three!

P.S. I am having difficulty responding to comments. My apologies. Please leave a comment and as soon as I can have Hoss work out the issue I will respond. Thanks!