Punishment


This should work, she thought. A short, sharp spanking to prove that she was completely in his control, at his mercy, to drive home the power imbalance in their relationship.

The sex wasn’t going to get her off, not without a lot of practice, another thought that thrilled but didn’t satisfy her.

Just then, Mom called down the stairway that dinner was ready. What? she thought. It’s been ten minutes! What did she do, microwave leftovers?

Fred lowered her into the empty shoebox. “Okay, you’re grounded,” he said. “That’s your punishment.”

“Nooo!” she wailed.

“Yes!” he snapped. He put the lid in place and put the box under his pillow. “I’ll bring you some dinner after I finish doing the dishes.”

She heard him pull up and zip up his pants, then charge up the stairs. She stood on tiptoe and pushed, but the weight of the pillow kept the lid down. And it was too big and fluid to be unbalanced like a paperweight.

“Well, this is a big bag of sucks a lot,” she muttered. She started to feel the chill, too, which gave credence to his ‘too naked to escape’ theory.

There was a fuzzy washcloth at the bottom of the box. She wrapped herself up in that.

God, she missed Conrad. He was easy to talk to. To explore a fantasy with. For all that he was kind of an idiot, he was a charming idiot who connected to people.

She started to doze. She had time to wonder if this was the post-sylphing sleep everyone mentioned, then she was gone.

The newly shrunk sylph had a very clear dream, then, of Conrad and Electra teaching Fred how to make his little Princess behave. Punishments. Thrilling little punishments.

She woke to find the box tilted slightly. It had been moved. And there was a piece of beef on a square of waxed paper to one side. She gnawed on that, mostly out of boredom.

Like the cake, though, once she stared nibbling she became ravenous. She ate half the chunk without pausing. Then she let out a huge, unladylike belch.

“You’re awake?” The lid moved up and away and Fred reached down to pick her up.

He sat on the edge of his bed, holding her in one hand. The other held up her fur coat. “Do you want the coat, or do you want to stay in the towel?” he asked.

“I’d like the coat, please,” she said. He unwrapped her and helped her shoulder the coat. She cuddled against his hand and smiled up at him.

“I’m, um, sorry I grounded you,” he said. “I mean, you’re going to need an adjustment period… We both are.”

“No, no, no!” she protested. “I need to learn! I need structure! I need to be punished! Just not put in TIME OUT!”

“Yeah…” he said softly. He rubbed at her coat where her legs were. “The, uh, the whole time I was doing the dishes? I kept imagining… Um, you.”

“Imagining? What did you imagine?”

“Spanking you.” He reached for the end table and lifted a clear plastic ruler. “With this. Bending it just enough to give you a tiny little slap…” He took a deep breath. “And watching your ass cheek swell through the plastic. And watching the ripples from the impact run down your leg…”

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she purred. “That would make me behave.”

“But I’ve forgiven you,” he said, putting the ruler down.

“I could pee on your hand,” she said.

“That’s not necessary,” he told her.

“No, I mean, you haven’t taken me to the bathroom since I shrank, and right now, I really could-“

“OH! Okay!” He closed his fingers aroud her and ran to the stairs.

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Index

81. Bedroom (N)

83. Learning Curves (N)