Author:
Ginger
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Date Posted: 10:51:00 12/29/25 Mon
As soon as you ask if I'm hungry, I realize that I am starving! My appetite fled when a spanking was in my immediate future, but now it's definitely back.
"Yeah, I'm so hungry now! Did you have any extra pasta left over?"
"I have yours in the fridge. I'll heat it up, and how about you get comfortable in your pajamas, and find something for us to watch?"
I race off to my room, and throw my clothes in the hamper. I put on my softest long flannel nightgown, and take a private moment to give my sore bottom a rub. The worst of it has passed, but it's still sore and a little stingy. On a whim, I lift my nightie, and take a look at my bottom in the mirror. It's a uniform light red. You sure didn't miss any spots. I give it another careful rub, imagining what it will look like tomorrow, after the brush. That thought immediately starts to dampen my mood, so I try to push it aside.
I head back to the living room and try find something to watch that I know you will like too. We're both kinda nerdy about some things, and I know you usually are good with nature documentaries. I find one on volcanoes just as you come in to the living room, carrying my plate and a glass of water.
"You're going to let me eat in here?" I ask.
"Don't tell mom, or my butt will be the one in danger."
I give you an unimpressed look. "Oh, come on, that wouldn't happen. You're, you know, old."
I giggle as you pretend to be wounded by being called old. You put the plate down on the coffee table, and I practically inhale the food. Then I snuggle up against your side on the sofa. I don't mean to, but I fall asleep before the show is even over.
The next thing I know, I'm blinking my eyes against the sunlight filtering through my blinds. You must have carried me to bed. That's kinda sweet, and also kinda embarrassing.
Speaking of embarrassing, I have another trip over your knee waiting for me. I sigh, and decide there is no point in dragging it out. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I find you on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching the news.
I cuddle up to you in the same spot as last night.
"Hey Gin, what sounds good for breakfast? I make some awesome scrambled eggs, but there is also pancake mix in the cupboard. A word of warning, I have never actually made pancakes before, but how hard can it be, right?"
I shake my head at you, imaging several ways your attempt at pancakes could go wrong.
"I think I'd rather try these fabulous eggs of yours, but Lucas, can we please get it over with first?"
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