The Easter Egg Hunt (2 page)

“Yes,”
she answered, knowing from experience that it was useless to argue or disagree. 
He would only spank her again if she gave him a reason to do so.  And, her
poor butt wasn’t up to another lesson at the moment.

“Very
well.  We’ll go downstairs and have dinner, and then you will sit at the
table and write at least five hundred words explaining what will happen if you
disobey me and my reasons for promising such punishment.  You will sign
the agreement and give it to me, and once I approve it, you will get ready for
bed and come to me for a nice hand spanking to reheat your backside before you
go to bed for the night.”

“That’s
just mean, Noah!” she snapped at him, standing up to face him.  “I’m
already feeling ill.  I don’t want dinner…!
 
I’m going to bed right now.”

“No,
you are coming to the kitchen and eating something, and drinking some water. 
You’ll be even sicker if you don’t put something in you besides chocolate and
sugar.”  He’d seen her like this before and he knew what she needed. 
“Now don’t fuss with me, Meggie.  I’m only trying to help by insisting you
have something.”

“I’ll
be sick!” she protested.

“Meg,
do you want another spanking for acting like a child?” he asked calmly.

“No! 
I don’t want one before I go to bed, either!” she snapped.

“That
is part of your punishment and you have no say in the matter.  “Pull up
your panties and jeans and come with me right now before that water boils dry.”

Megan
made no effort to hide the fact she was miserable.  Noah insisted she make
their salads and the dressing to go on top while he cooked the pasta and heated
sauce to pour over the top.  He got out the Parmesan Reggiano and grated
the cheese into a small bowl to sprinkle on their pasta, and he put frozen
garlic toast into the oven to heat through.  It didn’t take long to have
dinner ready, and when they went to sit down, he rounded the table and removed
the cushion from Megan’s seat before permitting her to take her seat.
She glared at him but wisely kept her mouth shut.

Noah
talked about his day and asked about hers.  Megan was not talkative and he
could see by the look in her blue eyes that she wasn’t feeling great.  How
much was due to sitting on her spanked butt or to her headache, he didn’t know. 
 He refilled her water glass a couple of times, insisting she drink it
all.  It would make the aftereffects of the migraine less.  Once they
finished eating, she quickly rose to her feet to start clearing away the
dishes.  Noah decided not to make an issue of her getting up, reminding
himself that he didn’t tell her beforehand he expected her to remain seated
until she was finished writing.  Since he hated to load the dishwasher, it
was easy to make an exception on this.  While she was finishing up, he
went to the office and got a legal pad and a pen and put them on the table. 

Megan
was very much aware of Noah’s movements and she was dismayed he hadn’t
forgotten about her writing assignment.  She didn’t feel like doing it. 
Her headache was growing worse by the moment and she needed to take her meds
and go lie down.  “Noah, I need to take my meds and go to bed.  I’m
feeling terrible.”
 
She tried to
beg off.

“You
need to do your assignment first, Meg.  If you take your pill, it will
knock you out and I want this done first.  It is part of your punishment,
and I want you to think on how much you mean to me when you write this.  I’m
not going to permit you to do foolish things that can end your life and take
you away from me.  We are going to grow old together,” he said with determination
making his sound firm.

Megan
saw the fear in Noah’s dark eyes and she suddenly felt guilty for behaving like
a self-indulgent child.  Was eating candy worth the pain she saw in her
husband’s eyes?  No.  It wasn’t.  But, she constantly did the
same thing over and over!  “I don’t want you to give up on me, honey,” she
whispered, moving to wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his chest. 
“I don’t set out to binge on chocolate, honest.  I don’t do it to test
you.”

“I
know.”
 
He held her close.  “You
are addicted to chocolate and to sugar, and Easter and Christmas are difficult
for you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it pass, Meggie.  I can’t. 
I love you too much to ignore it when you eat an entire bag of chocolate candy.” 
He kissed the top of her head and said softly but firmly, “Sit down now and get
your paper written.  I’ll have the bed turned down and your pill ready for
you on the nightstand.”  He walked her to her chair and watched as she
gingerly sat down.  He knew she was finding it difficult to sit, and that
would only serve to make her finish the task sooner.

Megan
picked up the pen and started writing.  She said what she wanted to say,
and then signed the paper.  She knew from past experience that she was not
permitted to leave her chair until Noah returned.  Fortunately, he came to
check on her almost immediately, and he quickly read what she wrote and nodded
in acceptance.

“Hang
this on the refrigerator, Megan,” he said.

She
looked at him in horror.  “No!  I can’t do that, Noah!  What
will the kids think?”  Her face was red with embarrassment at the very
thought of her adult children learning their father spanked their mother! 
“Please, Noah!  Not that!”

Noah
slowly nodded.  “Then where can you put it that you will see it daily and
be reminded, Megan?  I agree that you can’t put it on the fridge.  I
won’t embarrass you like that in front of the kids.”

“Thank
you,” she whispered in relief, trying to come up with another spot.  “Why
not inside my closet?” she suggested.  “The kids don’t go into our bedroom;
my closet should be safe from prying eyes.”  She looked at him hopefully.

“That
will do.  Let’s go upstairs now.  You can hang up your agreement, go
to the bathroom and get ready for bed, and then I’ll tuck you in with another
spanking to reheat your backside.”

“I
don’t need another spanking, honey.  My bottom is already sore and still
stinging plenty.”

“That
isn’t for you to decide, Megan, now, is it?” he asked meaningfully and Megan
suddenly realized she was about to turn a simple hand spanking into something
much worse.  She shook her head ‘no’, the very prospect of submitting to
another spanking bringing tears to her eyes.  Her headache was growing
worse by the minute, too.

They
went upstairs and Noah supervised the hanging of the written paper, making sure
it was where she would see it each and every time she entered her closet. 
He sent her then to prepare for bed and Megan dawdled as much as possible
without testing his patience.  She took the time to look in the mirror at
her flaming red bottom and felt sorry for herself.  She would not feel
like sitting at her desk the next day, and the thought of calling off was very
tempting.

“Megan,
what is taking so long?”
 
She heard
Noah’s voice through the closed door.

“I’m
coming,” she announced, and then smoothed down her nightgown before going into
the bedroom to find Noah seated on her side of the bed, making it absolutely
clear he intended to spank her.

Chapter
Two

“Not
one word of argument, Meggie.”
 
Noah
held up his hand to stop her from speaking.  “If you fuss at me, you’ll
fetch your hairbrush and this will turn into a punishment instead of a
reminder.  Come here right now, and no more stalling.  You need to
take your pill.”

Megan
didn’t argue.  She picked up the pill and drank the water to help her swallow
it.  She took a few more sips, but when Noah raised his eyebrow
meaningfully, she managed to empty the glass, reminding herself that the water
would help her feel better much faster.

“Pull
up your gown and put your butt right here, Megan.”
 
Noah patted his left thigh. 

She
knew he was trying to make it easier on her by permitting her to rest her upper
body on the bed, and despite everything she felt grateful for that
consideration.  Noah was a great believer of putting her in positions that
were difficult to maintain and not ending a spanking until she conquered her
squirming and futile attempts to avoid the spanking.  The fact he was
doing it this way was a concession to the fact her head was pounding and he
knew it.

Once
Megan was settled, Noah asked, “Why are you being spanked, Meggie?”

She
hated it when he made her talk!  Megan had to fight down the urge to snap
at him, and instead, she answered civilly, “Because you want to reheat my
bottom to remind me why I am being sent to bed early, and why you punished me.”

Noah
almost smiled.  He could tell her headache was bad by her reply, but he
let it go.  She was incapable of doing better at the moment.  Her
butt was already flaming red and the welts looked angry.  Noah wasn’t
going to spank hard or long; it wouldn’t be necessary, and in truth, Meggie was
crying after the first three spanks.  He gave her fifty, while reminding
her he loved her very much and he expected her to take care of herself. 
She promised she would, and he knew she very much meant it… until it happened
the next time.

Megan
didn’t lie awake long.  The pill kicked in soon, and she went to sleep. 
In the morning, her headache was faint, but she was shaky from the migraine. 
Her bottom was extremely sore, and she decided she was going to call off.

Noah
came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.  “Who are you calling?”
he asked, pretty sure he knew what she was up to, and it wasn’t going to work.

“I
don’t feel good, Noah.  I’m going to call in sick.”

“No
you’re not.”
 
He took the telephone
from her and put it back on the charger.  “You aren’t sick; you are sore. 
A spanked butt is not a reason to call off.”

“You
aren’t the one who has to sit all day, and I still have a headache,” she
complained.

“Whose
fault is that?” he asked mildly.

“It’s
my fault, but I don’t feel like working,” she stated.

“Too
bad.  It’s not fair to put all your work on other people because you ate a
bag of chocolates and earned yourself a spanking.  Go take a shower, Meg,
and get dressed.  You are going to work today.”  Noah didn’t wait to
see if she obeyed him; he went downstairs and started breakfast.  He was
always hungry in the morning, and Meg would feel better after she ate
something.

Megan
felt like smacking Noah.  He was determined to see her suffer as much as
possible because she ate chocolate.  Her stomach was very upset and she
felt weak.  She didn’t feel like taking a shower, much less getting
dressed and driving herself to work.  She wasn’t up to it.  Not at
all.  But if she disobeyed Noah, he would punish her again, and she wasn’t
up for that, either.  Megan made it to the bathroom and turned on the
shower.  The needles of water made her sensitive bottom and thighs sting
even more and she cried.  She needed to go back to bed.  By the end
of her shower she was feeling even worse and her head was pounding mercilessly.

When
Noah came to find her he was shocked to find her on the floor in front of the
toilet, crying as she was sick.  He suddenly realized she really was too
sick to go in to work and he felt bad for insisting.  “Is your migraine
back?” he asked as he got her some water to rinse her mouth.  She nodded. 
“I’ll get you another pill, honey.”  He had her swallow the pill with more
water and then used a towel to dry off her body, taking care to be gentle when
he saw how bruised and sore her bottom looked.  Her hair was still
dripping wet, too, and he gently dried it.  “Let me get you back in bed.” He
carefully picked her up and carried her to their bed.  “Don’t worry about
work.  I’ll call and tell them you have a bad migraine and won’t be in. 
Just go to sleep, Meggie.”

She
didn’t argue, and Noah closed the drapes to make the room as dark as possible
before leaving her there to sleep and try to get past the headache. 
No more chocolate!
she vowed once again.

Noah
called Meggie’s boss on her cell phone and briefly explained that Megan wouldn’t
be in that day, and then he called his assistant and told her to cancel and
reschedule his appointments.  He would never leave Megan alone and
helpless, and those pills were so strong he knew she wouldn’t wake up until at
least noon.  He could probably call their daughter to come over, but she
would have to bring the three little ones, and Meggie didn’t need that right
now.  He ate his breakfast, and then put away the clean dishes from the
dishwasher before adding the dirty dishes.  Noah then went to his office
and got busy.  He could probably get more work done at home than he could
if he went into work.  Every so often he went upstairs and checked on
Megan.

Megan
finally woke up, and realized her head was much better.  She still had
that ‘after’ feeling from the migraine, but she knew she could eat something. 
She got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.  She got a glimpse of her
hair in the mirror and had to smile.  It looked exactly like she’d
shampooed it and went to bed with it wet.  She gently ran a brush through
her hair, and while it didn’t look great, it was at least passable enough she
could stay home.  She pulled on some sweats and slippers and slowly made
her way down to the kitchen, surprised to find the crock pot on the counter
with something simmering away.