Off The Grid 2

BANG. BANG. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Groggily, I am roused from my slumber to a myriad of noises. Rain, wind, and now some sort of banging coming from the door flood me into reality. What the...? I wonder to myself. What could be causing such banging from my door in the eye of a hurricane! The immediate chill in the air awakens me further as I disentagle myself from my bed and head towards my front door.

The banging hasn't let up and by the increase in sound and frequency, I realize that the only logical conclusion is that there is a person there. Feeling relatively safe with the chain lock still in place, I open up the door as much as possible.

"Ian!" I exclaim, quickly unlocking the deadbolt and letting my drenched boyfriend inside my home. "You're soaked! What are you doing here? In the middle of a hurricane? Are you crazy?"

"I was going crazy not hearing from you!" Ian responds while dripping what appears to be an entirely impossible amount of water all over my entryway.

"Yeah, well, the power is out and my phone died! What was I supposed to do? Send a carrier pigeon? You weren't responding to my calls on the walkie talkie." I respond with unexpected sarcastic defensiveness.

Your eyes narrow. My defensiveness suddenly evaporates (if only all the water you brought inside would too).

"Let me get you some towels...and some dry clothes." I head to the laundry and grab as many towels as possible. I'm thankful to find an extra pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt left from one of your visits.

I come back out and wrap a towel around you and hand you the rest. Your shoes are already off and you begin drying off.

Fifteen minutes later you're changed and are mostly dry. I have all your wet articles of clothing hanging off the shower curtain drying.

"I'm sorry I worried you." I respond as I snuggle up next to you on the couch, grateful to not have to be riding out this storm alone and without power and a dead cell phone.

"I was out of my mind not hearing from you for a whole day. I thought you were prepared for this hurricane!"

"I didn't think it would get this bad so fast and my cell phone was nearly dead before the power went out..then once it died I didn't think it would stay off so long...and I didn't want to unnecessarily worry you..." I trail off.

Guilt engulfs me. I knew you already felt bad enough not being able to ride out the hurricane with me due to needing to look after your grandparents as the only relative in town for the storm.

"Who's with your grandparents?" I ask.

"Their neighbors also stayed behind. When my grandparents saw how worried I was they asked them if they wanted to ride out the storm together and gave me their blessing to check in on you. To be honest with you they were almost as concerned as I was I think. That reminds me, let me give them a call and let them know you're ok."

During the phone call I pace anxiously around the living room. Guilt enveloping me. The relief and their well wishes, while heartwarming, only make me feel worse and worse about causing so much worry for everyone.

The phone conversation over, I settle back down on the opposite end of the couch, in my own personal corner of shame.

"C'mere," you say. I snuggle back in, your arms wrapped securely around me. "I'm just glad you're ok." I don't respond other than with a murmur of agreement.

We cuddle contendly for a while before I ask softly, "Can I see your phone?"

You hand it over to me and I find my name and type a message to myself:

I think you should punish me

I show you the unsent message.

"I think you're right." You respond gently while putting your phone away.

Before I know it you have scooted into the middle of the couch, while also positioning me across your lap. I grab the closest pillow to me. I wait for the spanking to begin. Nothing.

"Go get your brush," you say with a smack to my pajama clad bottom.

Reluctantly, I do as I'm told, finding my brush in my near pitch black bathroom.

I return and hand it over while immediately being thrust back over your lap. Smack smack smack the brush goes across my bottom.

"Tell me. Why are we here right now?"

What's with the existential questions at a time like this? Quickly flashes through my mind but I know this spanking is not the time nor place for clever smart aleck remarks (pity too for that, I think sadly).

"Because I made you worry," I answered simply. Smack smack Smack

"Yes, but why was I worried?" smack smack smack

I don't answer as fast this time and suddenly I find my pajama pants being pulled down and my bottom bare.

"I didn't have my phone charged!" I answer quickly hoping to earn some leniency from you for my cooperation.

SMACK Smack SMACK I kick frantically, the heat suddenly turned up on my backside, the pillow gripped within an inch of its life beneath me, the only thing stopping a hand from reaching back.

"That's right." Smack Smack Smack "So I had no way of knowing how you were faring during this hurricane." Smack Smack Smack

"Ahhhhhh! I'm sorry" I cry out while kicking fiercely trying to fan out the growing fire you're expertly creating.

Smack Smack Smack A feeling of regret for stupidly requesting this spanking pops into my head.

"Why were we so worried about you?" Your question brings me right back to the reason I requested this. Guilt relief. For my silly mistake of not keeping my phone properly charged.

"You didn't have a way to contact me" I respond meekly, preparing myself for the spanks to come. smack smack smack I wince into the pillow, starting to accept my punishment.

"Are you going to forget to keep your phone charged again? Especially when there's severe weather?" Spanks throughout the question emphasize the lesson at hand.

"Noooo." I respond while squirming and kicking as the spanks land precisely upon my bottom.

"That's right because if you do you'll land right back here." Smack Smack smack smack smack All land squarely on my sit spots. I kick frantically, taking moments to realize the spanking is all over.

You're rubbing my bottom as I say slyly, "Oh darn. I guess now you're going to have to ride out the rest of the hurricane here with me."