Peyton yawned wide, shuddering in the early morning chill. Kacie had the window open and the misty air had cooled their house down rapidly overnight. It was only eight in the morning, but it still felt way too early for anyone to be awake. She headed downstairs, shutting the bedroom door as quietly as she could so as not to wake Kacie. She knew Kacie had been up late last night, the faint sounds of Family Guy coming from the tv and a clinking spoon against mug continued well past when Peyton herself had gone to sleep. Shuffling into the kitchen, she turned on the Keurig, already thinking about her first cup of warm coffee. She noticed Kacie’s mug sitting next to the machine, a spoon still perched inside. Out of habit Peyton picked it up to put it in the dishwasher, before she noticed there was a small puddle of what was definitely coffee in the bottom. Her brows furrowed and she sniffed just to confirm her suspicions, and smelled the sweet and slightly sour smell of hours-old coffee. Continuing her morning routine, her mind kept returning to the mug on the counter and the clinking noise she had heard off and on during the night. She definitely had some questions for Kacie, but they would have to wait.
Kacie groaned quietly and stretched, her arm finding an empty space and cold sheets next to her. She groggily opened her eyes and yawned, realizing that Peyton must have already left for work. She slowly got up and out of bed, her ankles being surrounded by their two cats, Dobby and Peeves.
“I know, I know. Breakfast time for the fluffs. I got it,” she said, scratching them both gently as she walked. She scooped some kibbles for them both and headed down the stairs for some breakfast herself. She turned the Keurig on out of habit, not noticing that her favorite mug had been placed in the dishwasher. She went through her morning routine, wishing Peyton was still home to cuddle with before work. Working different shifts like this was a bit of a struggle for them both, but they knew they would make it work until something better came along. Kacie left for work, smiling to herself at the sight of the beautiful Rocky Mountains and what a gorgeous day this was turning out to be.
On the bus ride home (Peyton took the bus to save gas, as did Kacie-just different busses), Peyton did a lot of thinking about the beginning of the beautiful relationship she shared with her girlfriend. She smiled to herself, remembering the awkward conversation that started it all. They were in Kacie’s car, driving to Peyton’s apartment at the time. It had been weighing on Peyton and she wanted to get it off her chest and out in the open. She already had really strong feelings for Kacie but she was scared that this part of who she was would scare the girl off.
“Oh come on. Just tell me what it is. Nothing you say could scare me off,” Kacie said, smiling at her from the driver’s seat. She was a vigilant driver, but she couldn’t help but keep looking over at Peyton, sitting so nervously in her passenger seat.
“I think maybe you should wait to hear it before you go making that choice. The real choice will probably be how far and how fast you should run,” Peyton said, with a wince. Her stomach was in knots, but she really wanted to do this. She needed to.
“Try me,” Kacie said, a little more seriously this time. She was beginning to wonder if maybe this girl had committed a murder or something.
“I um…well…how should I say this?” She started, her voice already wavering with nerves.
“Just say it. However you need to. I’m not going anywhere,” Kacie replied softly. Peyton nodded.
“Okay. Well…I guess…I guess what I want to tell you is that in relationships…I like when there is a certain amount of control and…discipline. Like…where if I do something wrong, you would punish me and if..if you did something wrong, I’d punish you,” She said, the words coming out far less eloquently than she’d hoped, and in a bigger jumble than she realized. Kacie was silent for several seconds before replying.
“I’m actually not sure I understand. Tell me more?” She said, being cautious with her words. Peyton felt a sharp twist in her chest and tried to keep her voice steady.
“Like, I’ve told you I’m into…spanking right? Well, it’s kind of more than that. I feel like spanking can be useful for more than one thing. But for discipline. Like, say I do something dangerous, or fail a test in school or something. I would like…for you to spank me. And vice versa,” she said quietly, staring directly at her hands. Again, her words were met with a short silence.
“That’s not that big of a deal, Peyton. This is what you’ve been worried about this whole time? Gosh you’re silly,” Kacie said, laughing. She reached over and squeezed Peyton’s knee. Peyton started to laugh a little, her chuckle slowly growing into a full on laugh.
Over time there were more conversations in which Peyton went more in depth explanation of what exactly domestic discipline would entail, and how it would work. Kacie was more than willing to try it, but was adamant about reminding her that she would need to be patient and help her along the way. They had decided that each person would have different needs and different means of discipline as well as ways of being disciplined. Peyton already knew that she wanted to disciplined in the general traditional form of a spanking; being put in her girlfriend’s control and punished until the lesson was deemed learned by Kacie. She needed the loss of control, the renewing feeling of crying her guilt and misbehavior away. However, after some deliberation, Kacie decided her own needs were a little different. It took awhile for Peyton to adapt, but it was new for both of them. As she stepped off the bus, Peyton had a feeling she was going to be revisiting those needs with Kacie over her knees later that night.
Kacie couldn’t seem to shake the funny feeling she had in her stomach all day. She had no idea what was causing it, but she really wanted it to go away. The way Peyton was texting her throughout the day wasn’t exactly helping either. She’d taken on this serious, not very silly tone-which was unusual for Peyton. The girl could hardly contain her goofball self unless something was wrong, but she insisted there wasn’t anything to worry about and that she’d see her at home. She headed home at the end of the day, slightly concerned about what she might be walking into. She opened the door and quickly shut it, making sure neither of the cats got out. Dobby especially liked to escape, and he was difficult to catch once he was out. She could hear Peyton upstairs, typing away at her computer. Probably working on a paper or a homework assignment of some sort. She walked to the fridge and grabbed two beers, one for her and one for Peyton, before she headed up. She pushed the bedroom door all the way open, cursing the creak it always made. Peyton stopped typing and looked up, the corner of her mouth turned up. She spun in her chair a little to face Kacie.
“Hey gorgeous. How was work?” She asked, leaning back against the chair. Kacie grinned and set the beers down on the desk and knelt down to hug Peyton before replying.
“It was work, nothing too awful happened. How has your day been?” She asked nudging a beer so she’d take it. Peyton took the beer, but she didn’t open it. She stood up, stretching a little.
“It wasn’t so bad. Hey, how late were you up last night?” she asked gently, feeling Kacie out.
“I’m not sure. Probably two or three I’d guess. Why? Did I keep you up?” She asked, frowning a little, her arms curling perfectly around Peyton’s waist.
“No, not at all. Just out of curiosity though, what were you drinking last night?” She asked, wondering if Kacie was about to tell a lie or if she still hadn’t realized what she did wrong.
Kacie tilted her head a little in thought and scrunched up her nose.
“I think I had water. Oh! No, I had some coffee too” she said, but as the last words came out, they slowed down, like she realized her mistake with each syllable.
“Coffee huh? What kind?” Peyton asked, gently nudging Kacie out a bit so she could see her face when she spoke.
“Peyton, I…” she started, before letting out a long breath. “Regular coffee. I had regular coffee.” She said with a hint of embarrassment. Peyton nodded and kissed Kacie’s forehead.
“Thank you for not lying. And maybe you didn’t realize your mistake last night, but you realize it now, right?”
“Yes….ma’am,” Kacie mumbled.
Kacie was always more repentant and honest than Peyton. She rarely had issues admitting when she’d broken a rule, and she was generally respectful, even when she was about to be punished for it.
“Alright. So before we start in on these beers, I think we need to have a little talk. Go ahead and get out of your work clothes and into your pajamas. I’ll be in the chair.” Peyton said, patting Kacie on the butt before turning away to clear off a few books and a stray hoodie that had compiled on the punishment chair. It hadn’t been used in a couple weeks (surprisingly) so it wasn’t free of the clutter that comes with full time school work and full time work-work.
Kacie shuffled off to the closet, pouting to herself. She hadn’t been in trouble for weeks and she definitely wasn’t looking forward to this. As she shimmied off her uniform, she thought briefly of trying to plead her way out of this. But she knew it wouldn’t work. Caffeine after work was never okay, unless Peyton specifically okayed it. Sighing, she stepped out of the closet and back into the bedroom, seeing Peyton in the punishment chair. She hung her head and stood in front of her, ready to get this over with.
“Look at me, Kacie. Tell me why we’re here. And take those shorts off, you know you can’t have them” Peyton said, looking into Kacie’s eyes. Kacie shuffled a little, slid her shorts to the floor, and answered quietly.
“Because I broke a rule. The no caffeine after work rule.” She said, sniffling a little.
“And we have that rule for a reason, don’t we? So that you’re not up all night, like you were last night.” Peyton said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Okay. Well considering you didn’t lie to me, this won’t be too bad. But I want it to be enough so that you’ll think twice before making coffee so late at night again. So I’m gonna give you 5 with my hand, 5 with the hairbrush, and a final 5 with the paddle. if you out your hand back, that one doesn’t count, as usual. Got it?”
“Yes ma’am,” Kacie repeated, looking back down at her feet.
“Good girl” Peyton said, taking Kacie’s hand in hers in order to pull her down across her knees. Peyton was considerably shorter than Kacie but this chair made it perfectly easy to have the longer girl bent over, without her legs and arms dangling awkwardly on either side. She had just enough height to touch the floor with her toes and the palms of her hands. Peyton put her hand on Kacie’s striped pink panties and waited for her to adjust. As soon as she had, Peyton slid her fingertips into the waistband of girlfriend’s panties and pulled them all the way to her ankles. She sighed happily to herself at the sight of the gorgeous ass that lay prone across her knees. Despite having to punish her girlfriend, Peyton never stopped admiring how beautiful and enticing her body was.
“Ready?” Peyton asked, as always making sure that she didn’t accidentally surprise Kacie. Kacie sighed softly and nodded, making her hands into gentle fists on the floor.
Peyton raised her hand and slowly delivered the first five smacks, alternating cheeks back and forth. The final smack was especially hard, centered across the middle of both cheeks. There was just a slight tint of pink on either side.
“Alright. That was your first 5. Remind me why we’re here, Kacie.” Peyton said, resting her hand on Kacie’s thigh.
“Because I broke a rule…and had caffeine after work” Kacie answered in almost a whisper. She rarely cried during her punishments, but she became quiet, repentant, and almost spacey.
“Good girl. The next 5 are with the hairbrush” Peyton said, leaning down carefully to grab it off the floor. She tapped it several times on each cheek, gently, before laying down two hard smacks rapidly, one to each side. Kacie’s body jerked in reaction, her muscles clenching involuntarily. A small whimper escaped her lips but nothing more. Peyton raised her arm and brought the brush down again, two more spanks landing with loud cracks. The final one was aimed just like the previous round, right across the center. Kacie’s hand flew back protectively, a moan of discomfort accompanying it.
“Move your hand, Kacie Lynn. That one doesn’t count.
“Please, Pey…it hurts” she whined softly, moving her hand after a quick rub. Before replying, Peyton brought the brush down again in the same spot, just slightly harder. Kacie howled but remained as still as she could, trying to be obedient. Peyton set the brush down on the floor, scooping up the paddle while she was leaning down.
“Alright. These are your last five. Tell me when you won’t be doing again, little one” Peyton said, tapping the paddle across Kacie’s pink cheeks while she waited.
“I…I won’t be drinking coffee that late at night ever again” she said, sniffling quietly.
“Good. Or this will be much, much worse for you, baby girl” Peyton said, raising the paddle. Kacie flinched slightly but barely had time to think before the first strike landed, followed quickly by the second. There was an immediate feeling of fire across Kacie’s ass and she wailed, making her hands into tight, shaky fists.
“Almost done, sweetheart. You’re doing great.”
Peyton raised the paddle a little higher before bringing it down two more times, raising little red welts on both of Kacie’s cheeks. Kacie’s fists turned into splayed fingers, as she desperately tried to remain still. Her vision was blurred by tears.
“Last one. Take a deep breath.” Peyton said quietly, giving Kacie a moment. Kacie took several shuddering breaths before they finally caught and she took a long, deep breath.
“Brace yourself” Peyton said, raising the paddle high before bringing it down the final time. The resulting crack seemed to echo through the house. Peyton put the paddle down and gently lifted Kacie up into her arms, snuggling her close. She wasn’t crying, not exactly. But she was shaking a little and her hands clenched tightly into Peyton’s shirt.
“I’m sorry. I love you…” she said quietly, closing her eyes. Peyton rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.
“You’re forgiven, Kacie. And I love you too forever and always.”
They spent almost half an hour cuddling on the chair, Kacie becoming more calm by the minute. Eventually Peyton helped her stand and they went together to the porch to enjoy a few cold beers (the ones Kacie had so thoughtfully retrieved earlier were now rather warm) and watched the sunset together. Kacie sat up a little taller than she normally would, having put an extra cushion on her chair.