Ophelia sighed that the dishes had gotten out of hand again. She was scrubbing a mug she left coffee to turn to syrup. She hadn't heard from Olly. By Monday she was really worried she wouldn't hear from him again. Now it is Wednesday… She tackled the dishes, and finally wiped down the stove. It hadn't been cleaned since Olly was here. She couldn't believe she actually asked him to consider it. She shook her head. Ophelia couldn't believe she was almost disappointed. Then the panic set in, what if he was never going to speak to her again? She had missed his presence, a lighthouse in a storm.
Moving into the living room… the floor was covered in papers again. Bright yellow streaks of highlighter glared up at her. Maybe she should consider getting a desk… Writing on the floor hunched over her laptop on the floor might not be so good in the long run. Starting to stack the papers by topic she heard a knock on the door, her jumping up caused all the papers to hit the floor and scatter. Great, now it's a bigger mess. Another knock, slightly more insistent this time.
"Sorry.." She opened the door. It took a moment to process who was standing there. Relief washed over her. Maybe he didn't hate her… "Olly."
"May I come in?" He was smiling and his calm presence washed over her. She could feel the tension she was holding in her shoulders melt.
"Oh yeah." She was trying not to show how happy she was to see him. She was his smile got a little bigger as he saw the state of the apartment.
"Looks like it only got a little out of hand." He patted her shoulder. "I'm proud of you."
"You are?" She responded.
"Of course. This is a large improvement from the last time."
"I mean… thanks." She rubbed her arm. She was not expecting praise. She did not want to beat around the bush. "So did you think about what I asked?"
"I did, I am willing to." He nodded. "But we need to talk about a few things first." She nodded and sat down on the couch. "I will be up front. I have talked to Gen about this. She and I both want to know if this is going to be just a one time thing? If it isn't, Gen would like to be kept in the loop."
"Oh, I…" She curled her toes tightly. "I did even think it would get this far."
"I see, you really think you will only need your bottom spanked once?" He said while raising an eyebrow. "If this is progress after just a threat."
"Don't say it like that!" Ophelia felt her cheeks warm and her heart beat a little faster.
"Why not? Isn't that what you asked me to do last week? Give you a spanking?" He asked.
"I mean… Yes."
"Now if this does become more than a one time thing, you will come over to our house." He explained.
"Okay. But if it's just this one time?"
"Either way, if you still want one." Olly explained "You will be getting spanked tonight. I want to be clear. You can still say no. You can decide that the metaphorical kick in the pants is enough."
"Oh…" She stumbled over the words. She can't believe he was giving her an out and she wasn't going to take it. "I…I think it would be helpful."
"Alright." He sat down next to her. "I am planning on giving you 60 swats." Ophelia's jaw dropped. "Don't panic. Again you can decide not to go through with this and we will never bring it up again. But once you go over my knee and I swat your bottom the first time you are agreeing to the whole punishment. It will be 20 on the seat of your pants, 20 on your underwear, and 20 on your bare bottom." He explained. "I can give you a few minutes to think it over."
"No, I… I'm okay with it." She nodded but shifted. He sat down beside her. "I'm a little nervous."
"I promise I won't hurt you." He said very quietly. "I've been doing some research to make sure." Ophelia could not help but roll her eyes. Of course he had. "Now, I believe you need to lay over my knee." She stood but was biting her lip. He put a hand on her arm. He was trying to be gentle to guide her. She felt his legs under chest and started to tremble. He placed a hand gently on her back. "If you need to stop." He said. She shook her head and she steadied herself. "Alright, this is your last chance to back out. I need you to tell me you are ready."
"I'm ready." She replied.
"Alright," He raised his hand and brought it sharply down. A small whimper, his hand went up again. Ten more and Ophelia wiggled little. The first few smacks stung but now a heat seemed to be building with each strike. "Now, now Ophelia," He adjusted her. "Almost done with the first set." He promised. He made sure to get at the curve of her bottom with the hardest swats.
"Olly." She muttered. "I'm sorry."
"I know. But we need to finish. We want to make sure you will keep up with your chores right."
"Yes." She muttered.
"Do you want to stand up to pull your pants down or do you just want to pull the back of your pants down?"
"Why are you asking me." Ophelia had her face in her hands.
"This is to help you, young lady, I want to make sure I'm doing what's best."
"You can just pull them down." Ophelia muttered. She felt Olly lift the waistband of her pants and give them a stern tug. She whimpered as Olly brought his hand down sharply. He built a quick rhythm to his smacks. Ophelia cried out slightly. She began kicking her feet.
"Alright Ophelia, why are you getting this spanking?" From what he and Gen found this was a great way to keep Opheila in the moment. Her hands went to face again. "I would like an answer before we continue."
"Because I asked." She sniffed. "And to help me stay motivated to keep up with chores."
"Very good." He fired off the rest of the swats on her cotton covered bottom. "Alright…" He paused and rubbed her back. "It's time for the bare bottom." He told her. She just nodded. He exposed her slightly pink bottom. Good, he was worried he would be too hard or too soft. "You need to keep up with your chores Ophelia, a clean house helps a calm the mind."
"Yes Olly, I know." She sniffed. The sharp smack hit her unprotected bottom and she felt tears stinging her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are." He told her kindly. "You are doing so good." The last ten spanks were again the hardest and put at the sit spots. Ophelia's bottom was a deep pink. "Alright Lia, all done." Him using the kick name caused her to cry a little. He rubbed her back. "I'm really proud of you for asking for help." He told her.
"Really?" Was the high pitched reply.
"Yes," He righted her clothes. "You can stand up now." She did but her head was bowed, he wrapped his arms around her. She softly cried into his shoulder. He rested his chin on her hair and hushed her. He rubbed her back and waited till she pulled away. He lifted her chin. "You did really well. I know that couldn't have been fun."
"It wasn't" She hiccupped. "Thank you though." She leaned her forehead against his shoulder.
"You are welcome." He smiled while resting his chin in her hair. "Shall we get these paper in order?" She nodded. Getting the living room back in order did not take long. "Now," He started. "Is this the only time your bottom is going to need a warming?"
"You don't have to say it like that." She muttered. "But it might be helpful to have it sometimes."
"Yes do I, I also agree." He teased her. "Alright, next time you'll have to come over. If you're extra naughty you'll stand in the corner too."
"OLLY." She whined, her face slightly pink.