Skyler and Devon

    By Sam Jackson

Devon pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, then sighed.  Thank god she was home and thank god it was Friday.  Her architectural firm had a huge project going and she had been killing herself all week to get the proposals drafted for this afternoon's big meeting.  Making it worse was the fact that the proposal had been on-site, which meant she had been sleeping in a strange hotel bed for the last three nights.  But a promotion was at stake here, and she was determined to be the first one to be promoted after only six months with the firm.  The client's reaction to the proposal today only encouraged her delusions and she couldn't wait to tell Skyler all about it.

She smiled to herself as she got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase out of the backseat.  This was the first time she and Skyler had spent a night apart since moving in together three months ago and she thought about how lonely she had felt the first night lying alone in her bed.  She had called home and she and Skyler had talked until she was almost asleep, but it didn't replace feeling her next to her.  Even though Sky was only 20 and 3 years her junior, Devon had fallen hard.  She was in this relationship for the long haul.

The smile faded, however, the minute she walked through the door to their apartment.  The suitcase fell from her hand and landed on the floor with a clatter.  The table in the hallway was piled with unopened mail and there were shoes and sweatshirts strewn everywhere.  She stood there in shock for a moment, then slowly walked down the hall and turned into the kitchen.  She gasped as she saw the scene unfold before her - dirty dishes piled in the sink, food left out on the counter, the garbage can overflowing.  It could have been worse, but not much. She discovered the rest of the apartment to be in a similar condition.  It looked like the only thing Skyler had done while she was gone was the laundry, which had been emptied out onto the couch and left in an unfolded pile.  Devon sank down on the couch and rubbed her temples.  She had hoped, no expected, that Skyler would have kept up with the housework so that they would be able to spend the weekend with each other.  Now they would have to spend the entire weekend cleaning.  "That girl deserves a good spanking," she thought to herself, but then the thought drifted out of her mind as she jumped to making a plan to get their apartment back in order.

She retrieved her suitcase from the hall and went into the bedroom, kicking aside the damp towel Skyler had left on the floor after her morning shower.  She emptied her dirty work clothes and put them in the dry cleaning bag, then changed out of her suit and into a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt.  After stowing the suitcase in the back of the walk-in closet, she stripped the bed and threw the sheets in the washer, then remade the bed with fresh flannel sheets.  She made a quick tour of the room, plucking discarded socks and shirts off the floor and depositing them in the hamper.  "As least the girl had sense enough not to leave her underwear lying around," she muttered to herself in disgust.  She wasn't a neat freak by any means, but there were certain standards that she, and she thought Skyler, had tacitly agreed to when they had moved in together.  This was the first she'd seen of any streak of grubbiness in her partner and it made her angry that she had to choose this week to display it.  She glanced at the clock and saw that it would still be two hours before Skyler got home from her class at the university.  She debated with herself as to whether she should start cleaning or do what she really wanted to do and relax with a glass of wine.  But then again, where would she sit?

So she cleaned, taking out her anger on the bathroom, living room, hallway, and finally the kitchen.  When the last dish had been washed and put away, she finally poured herself that glass of wine.  She sipped it slowly, closing her eyes almost sensuously as thetart and fruity liquid ran down the back of her throat.  She grabbed the pile of unopened mail off the counter and proceeded to the couch, where she sat down and put her feet up on the coffee table.  She set her long-stemmed wine glass down on the end table and switched on the small lamp.  Flipping through the mail, she set aside all the credit card offers and anything with a meter that read ‘Nonprofit Organization'.  She set the bills in another pile and Skyler's personal stuff in a third.  She was about three quarters of the way through the pile when she saw an envelope from their bank.  "Uh, oh," she said. She tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside.  "Skyler," she growled between clenched teeth.  She had never deposited Devon's check this week and now they were overdrawn by nearly $300.  She checked the date on the notice.  "Since Tuesday," she exclaimed in angry disbelief.  Skyler hadn't even checked the mail since she had left town, just grabbed it from the mailbox and thrown it on the table! 

Devon threw the mail on the table in disgust and downed the rest of her wine in one big slug.  Yes, a spanking was definitely in order.  She had never spanked Skyler before, mostly because she had never had a reason to.  Irresponsibility like this, though,had to be punished.  Devon recalled one time she had forgotten to mail a bill for her mother and it had resulted in a $30 late fee and a trip over her mother's knee that she had never forgotten.  Her mom's hand and her trusty hairbrush had forever cured Devon of missing payments and it appeared that Skyler needed a little lesson in fiscal responsibility herself.

She took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to make herself something to eat; little Sky wouldn't be having any dinner tonight.  She refilled her wine glass half-way, watching as the last drop came out of the bottle and dripped off the rim.  They were never without a spare bottle of wine, but they were tonight.  A tour of the refrigerator and cupboards left her with two options for dinner - left-over Chinese food or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich made with two crusty ends.  She opted for the Chinese food, warming it up in the microwave as she retrieved a plate and fork.  She had just set down at the table and taken her first bite when she heard the door open.  She stood as she heard Skyler's overloaded backpack hit the floor with a thunk.  "Dev, I'm home," came Skyler's raised voice and Devon soon found herself engulfed by tanned arms and blond hair.  She put her arms around Skyler, more to keep her balance than anything else, then forced her partner back.  Taking her by the arm, she pushed her over the edge of the counter and landed ten vicious swats on the seat of her dark blue soccer shorts.  SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.  They came fast and furious and Skyler was too stunned to even struggle. 

As soon as Devon released her arm, Skyler jumped up and grabbed her bottom with both hands.  "Owwch," she whined, staring at Devon with tears of pain and hurt in her pale green eyes.  "What the hell was that for," she demanded, stamping her foot petulantly.

            "Take a look around, Skyler," Devon said, her mouth set grimly and her arms folded coldly across her chest.

            Skyler glanced around the kitchen and the hurt in her eyes turned to shame and just the slightest hint of panic.  She knew she was in trouble.  "Look, I know it was a little bit messy," she began, trying to sound justified, "but I had a lot of work this week and..."

            "A LITTLE bit messy," Devon exploded, interrupting Skyler's feeble attempt at an excuse.  "A couple of plates in the dishwasher or a hamper full of undone laundry would have been a little bit messy.  This place was more like a disaster area!"

            "I was busy, Devon.  You're not the only one who has a job, you know!  God, it's really nice to have you home," she said sarcastically as she rubbed her stinging behind.  She turned toward the refrigerator. "What's for dinner, anyway," she grumbled.

            Devon grabbed her arm and spun her around so they were face to face.  "Nothing for you.  Naughty little girls go to bed without their supper."

            "Yeah, right," Skyler said, trying to laugh at Devon's words but scared by the look in her partner's eyes.  "Let me go."  She tried to make it sound threatening, but it sounded like a whine even to her.

           Devon's grip on Skyler's bicep tightened.  "I have spent two hours cleaning this place from top to bottom because it was so disgusting I couldn't stand it and you are going to pay for that.  On top of that, I found a little note from the bank saying that we are overdrawn by $300.  Can you explain that one to me, Sky?"

            Tears of panic flooded Skyler's eyes.  She was really in trouble.  "I forgot to deposit your check," she said quietly.  "I'll take it in the morning, I swear. I'll pay the overdraft fee.  I promise, Devon!"

            "I asked you to do one thing while I was gone and that was to deposit that check so that our bills could be paid and you couldn't do it.  There is no excuse for your irresponsibility."

            "Please, Dev.  I'll make it up to you, I swear.  I'm sorry.  I'll do anything, just don't be mad at me," she pleaded.

            "The only thing I want you to do is go to your room and get ready for bed.  I will be in shortly to punish you like the little kid you have been behaving like this week."

            "What are you going to do," Skyler asked fearfully.

"I am going to do the same thing my mother did to me when I was irresponsible - put you over my knee and give you a spanking you won't soon forget."

            The shock on Skyler's face quickly turned to denial.

"Devon, you can't be serious."

            "Do I look like I'm joking," Devon asked calmly. Skyler stared at her partner in disbelief, but knew that Devon wasn't bluffing.  She was about to be spanked.  She had only been spanked once since she was 16 and that was an experience she had tried to block from her mind.  Now here she was, with that same butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling of dread that she used to get when her father would send her to her room to wait for punishment.

"Devon, please.  I'm sorry.  Don't do this," she pleaded in a voice that was almost a whisper.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks, spurred as much by the knowledge that she had severely disappointed someone she loved so much as the thought of her impending sore bottom.

            "Skyler," Devon returned coldly, "if I were you, I wouldn't test me right now."  Skyler pulled her arm out of Devon's grasp and fled to their bedroom, throwing herself onto the freshly made bed and dissolving into tears.  Her stomach hurt and she was trembling at the thought of going over Devon's knee. It would be embarrassing for one thing - being seen naked while making love was much different than exposing one's backside for sound punishment.  Then there was the pain factor.  Skyler remembered how well her mother could wield a paddle until her daughter was a truly sorry girl and she had no desire to have her butt set on fire like that again.  At the same time, there was the guilt tugging at her heart and she was almost glad that she was going to be punished for being so irresponsible and jeopardizing not only her financial situation but also that of Devon.  Her tears curbed and she slowly got up and changed into the battered ‘Ole Miss T-shirt she generally wore to bed, then sat quietly waiting for Devon to come...

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