Lily stood in the kitchen preparing Ted's coffee before she was about to make the rest of his breakfast that morning. He sat at the dining room table reading the newspaper like he always did before he went to the office. They had been married for a year now and she couldn't be happier. They were not your "typical" married couple in the suburbs. They both had active imaginations and their sex life was "adventurous", at least, according to them.
However, he was not behaving like his usual, cheerful self this morning. He had been in a "bad" mood from the moment he woke up. She knew what that meant till the moment came when she knew she had to displease him on purpose.
They had talked about it last night after they made love when she teased him about his coffee fixation. He was the kind of person who had to drink at least four, five, even six cups everyday. Even when he came home from work, she would fix him a cup of coffee with dinner every night.
In a ladies magazine she had seen an ad where the husband puts his wife over his knee and spanks her for bringing home the wrong kind of coffee. They both had a good laugh and agreed that perhaps they should try that sometime. It was a scenario that was too good for them not to have a little fun with.
She looked every inch the "perfect" housewife. In fact, she made herself look a little too smart than she normally would if she were cooking breakfast. She fixed her brown hair in perfect pin-curls and wore her best Sunday dress, which was a perfect shade of emerald green. It had a wide collar and a long skirt with a petticoat. Her makeup was done up as if she were going out for the evening and her lipstick was a lovely, bright shade of red.
She also wore white silk gloves, a matching pearl earring and necklace set that Ted had bought her for their anniversary, and her best pair of heels. She even wore an apron, which she hardly ever wore except for special occasions when they threw dinner parties. He wanted her to look as prim and proper as she could because she knew it excited him, knowing how wild and passionate she was underneath all the false formality.
She walked into the dining room. He had jet black hair and wore a navy blue suit with a light blue tie, looking just as handsome as Cary Grant, if not more. She sat down at the table and stared at him as he read, one hand on her chin. The only sound in the house was a Frank Sinatra tune playing softly on the radio in the background. Other than that, there was only dead silence between the two of them until she finally spoke.
"Darling, you look swell today," she remarked gently.
"Hmmm," he murmured, looking up from his paper. "Lily, dear, did I ask you to sit down?" he asked sternly in an authoritative voice that made her skin crawl.
"No. I just wanted to wait a little bit here at the table until your coffee was done. I'm sorry."
She quickly got up and went back into the kitchen, where she waited patiently until the coffee was ready. She poured the liquid from the coffee maker into a porcelain mug and carried it into the dining room. She was so nervous that her hand was shaking as she set it down in front of him, spilling a little bit of coffee onto the place mat.
He threw his paper down on the table and gave her a frosty look. Normally his blue eyes were beguiling and warm, but now they were steely and cold, which made her blood turn to ice. "Now see what you did, you spilled my coffee all over the table! What is the matter with you this morning?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized, reaching for a nearby napkin to wipe the liquid off. "I don't know, maybe it's because of your foul mood this morning." She felt a thrill that she had asserted herself a little.
"I have a very big day ahead of me this morning and I don't want anything or anyone to spoil it, do you understand?" he asked curtly.
"Yes, darling, I understand." she said knowingly, trying to hold in her laughter.
He took a sip of his coffee and made a face. "What the hell is this?"
"Coffee," she said sarcastically. "What else would it be?"
"This tastes like sludge from the bottom of a sewer drain," he remarked bitterly, slamming the cup down roughly onto the table, spilling more coffee onto the place mat.
"Oh, look what you did!" she exclaimed, taking another napkin and wiping it up. "You just made an even bigger mess for me to clean."
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" he retorted.
"Don't condescend to me!" she shot back. "You have no idea how much hard work goes into taking care of this house everyday while you're out doing God knows what."
"God knows what?" he repeated, outraged. "Are you shitting me?" He stood up to face her and she sat back down, stunned by his language, almost feeling as if he had slapped her. She knew they were just playing a game, but the way they were speaking right now was so unlike either of them that it was almost frightening.
"I go out there everyday and work my ass off so you can have a nice, big house, pretty clothes, and that Cadillac outside. At least I can have some decent coffee like I always do every single goddamn morning."
He sat back down.
"You seem to forget that I made the last cup out of your usual brand yesterday and I had to go to the store to buy some more," she explained, trying to stay calm. "They ran out of what you wanted, so I bought this other kind. It's not my fault they ran out."
"You could have gone to another store to find the right kind, couldn't you?" he asked accusingly.
"Well, I was tired and I didn't want to go all over town to buy another," she responded, becoming irritated. "Take it or leave it, buster."
"You know what I'm going to do with you?" he asked, standing up again. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."
She immediately stood up from the table and backed away slowly. "Teddy...what are you going to do?" she asked warily.
"I'm going to do something to you I should have done a long time ago," he said. "I'm going to spank you."
"Don't you dare!" she shouted.
She ran and he chased her into the living room, around the couch, and through the kitchen, where she stopped at the doorway at one end of the room and he stopped at the other.
"Where are you gonna go, Lily, huh?" he teased. "There's nowhere you can hide. I'm going to get you."
"Oh, no, you don't," she said, looking around for an escape route. "You're not laying one hand on me! I'm warning you!"
They shifted back and forth for a while, mirroring each others movements, anticipating where the other was going to go. Finally, she broke free around the corner and wrongly miscalculated that he was going to go around through the kitchen to chase her. Instead, he had double-backed and she ran straight into him. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to the dining room table.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, dragging her feet. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
He sat down on the chair, placed her across his knees, and pulled her skirt up. He could see that she was wearing her laciest pair of black panties for him, which immediately made his dick hard.
"I'm going to punish you, Lily," he said. "I'm going to punish you for not being a good wife and not making my coffee the way you're supposed to."
"Go to hell," she hissed at him.
He swatted her bottom as hard as he could and she cried out, shocked and surprised by the stinging sensation against her ass.
"Don't talk to me that way," he snapped.
"Is that the best you can do?" she taunted him.
He spanked her again even harder. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You wanted me to punish you, that's why you did it on purpose."
"So? Supposing I did," she said, looking up at him defiantly. "What do you plan to do about it?"
