Regrettably Forgotten

It seems Ael has forgotten about what happened the last time she took her husband's flitter, not that she can fly one safely. That was a memory she should have kept firmly in place.

Written By: Ael Rhiana

Warnings - Contains (consensual) disciplinary spanking

**Please, do not read if spanking stories, especially those within a domestic discipline arrangement, offend you**

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Elements; why do I find it impossible to remember past experiences that have landed me in hot water before, until it's too late to do anything about it?

Those were the words circling around and around in Ael's head as she stood in the master bedroom with her nose pressed up against the corner of the wall. She hadn't been this intimate with the corner of the room in at least two months; there was a tiny chip on the otherwise immaculate paint-job, one she hadn't noticed before now, though, why would she?

Ael heaved a quiet sigh, more annoyed with herself than anything. How could I have been so stupid? This situation could have been avoided, but no, I just had to borrow Tomalak's flitter without his say-so, again.

The problem didn't lie in the fact she had taken her husband's flitter out for the afternoon, the problem came courtesy of Ael and the fact she didn't have a proper piloting license for the craft in question. It came down to recklessness, Ael endangering her life by the piloting of a craft she could only fly by mere guess. Last time, Ael had brought the flitter down nose first against a tree, making matters worse at the end of her little adventure by trying to get the craft airborne while in an intoxicated state. This time, she hadn't had a minor crash landing; she'd actually managed to set the flitter down quite well. Still, there was a teeny scratch on the right side that maybe Tomalak wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately for Ael's backside, he had. The scratch wasn't what bothered him, the fact that Ael still couldn't pilot the craft without sheer luck and good fortune did.

Tomalak had waited hours for Ael to return to their home by the seaside, standing just out front with arms folded, staring at the craft as she prepared to touch down. A sheepish smile spread across her face at the sight of him standing there, sorely unamused at his flitter's disappearance for nearly eight hours, angry at the disregard she had shown for her life and others', all the while relieved she had come home in one piece.

Not one word needed to be said. Tomalak strode purposely towards the craft, frowning when he caught sight of the blemish on the once-pristine paneling. Releasing a displeased sigh, Tomalak took his suddenly abashed young wife by the hand and led her inside. Into the master bedroom, the door closing gently behind, Ael was guided to the corner nearest the bed and instructed to stand quietly.

It had been a good ten minutes since, Ael beginning to fidget, Tomalak's firm, though calm voice telling her to "Be still". A few minutes more and Ael was released from her humbling position against the wall. Turning, she finally allowed her gaze to meet that of her husband's.

"I am very upset with you," said Tomalak, arms folded over his chest.

Absently, Ael stroked a hand down an arm, averting her eyes to the blue and green patterned rug on the floor. "I shouldn't have taken the flitter, I know," she said.

"No, you should not have," he agreed unamused. "You could have been killed, or even have hurt someone else in the event you lost control of the craft you are not even licensed to pilot. But I seem to remember us having had a similar discussion two months ago, another instance where you decided it would be a marvelous idea to run off with my flitter." At least this time, she wasn't severely inebriated. "So, are you going to tell me what in Fire's name was running through your head this time?"

"I don't know," she started, quickly searching her brain for something to say when Tomalak fixed her with a sterner stare. "I wanted to go out for a while but you were busy, working in your office. Bochra wasn't feeling the greatest and felt like staying in. The last time I took the flitter, I did kind of OK…"

Tomalak found it difficult not to laugh. "You cannot be serious," he said at last. "The last time you ran off with the flitter, you landed nose down in the dirt, up against a tree. It was damaged to the point the ignition switch was useless, the thrusters unable to power." Had it not been for his engineering abilities, Tomalak doubted he would have ever been able to get the craft up and running again, to say nothing of getting it home. "This time, the paneling has been scratched. Then again, it was last time, too."

"Sorry, Tomalak," said Ael quietly. "I won't take it a third time."

"No," he said seriously, "you will not. Now, I think you have a reasonably good idea about what is about to happen."

Ael nodded. She had asked for this lifestyle, consented and agreed wholeheartedly to what rules, and how few there were, had been agreed upon and set. It didn't make "facing the music" any easier, however, the time's she'd gone out of her way to find trouble. From foolish action to painful consequence; Ael wished she had made the wiser choice and left Tomalak's flitter alone.

"Though it pains me to say this; Ael, bring me your hairbrush."

Eyes wide, Ael pleaded with Tomalak to change his mind. Stepping in place as though she had already been soundly spanked, she said, "Can't you just use your hand? I mean, it hurts plenty."

"This is the second time you have knowingly engaged in risky behavior, Ael, and I will not stand for it. Earlier today, when I first noticed my flitter gone from the bay, I thought, if only I had brought you home and given you a good dose of the back of your brush the last time, perhaps there would not have been a repeat performance. Bochra and I spent hours wondering if you would arrive home safely, if at all. Bochra even attempted to search by ground car, though it was a bit difficult when neither of us knew where you had gone. I think we can both agree you need to feel a bit more than the sting of my palm."

"Come on, Toma," Ael begged. She was rewarded with a quirked brow in response to the sudden bout of whining.

"Whining and arguing gets you nowhere with me, Ael," he reminded. "Now, go retrieve your hairbrush and bring it here. Do not stall."

"Yes, sir," she said, shuffling quickly away to the opposite side of the bed where the nightstand sat. Pulling open the middle drawer, reaching in, Ael extracted a hairbrush that had never seen its intended use, bought for another reason altogether. Ael ran her hands over the broad, flat back of the implement, wishing she could appreciate the fine hardwood that gave the brush an almost rosy-gold sheen. Feet carrying her back across the room, she wasn't sure how she managed to put one foot in front of the other, Ael handed the requested implement over to Tomalak.

Eyes filled with both uncertainty and tears, Ael waited to be guided over to the bed, her gaze never straying from the brush in her husband's hand.

"I love you, dear one, very much," said Tomalak, resting his hand gently on her cheek. "And that is why I must discipline you now. I will not stand idly by while you endanger your life. This," he held up the brush, "should aid in providing an adequate reminder."

Ael didn't feel much like agreeing out loud, but deep down, she did. Taking Ael's hand, Tomalak led her to the bed where he sat, Ael guided over his left knee a moment later, upper body resting comfortably on the bed. Skirt up, panties tugged down to her knees; Ael closed her eyes around tears of remorse, scrunching up her face at the hefty sting of her husband's palm on her rear. A half minute of brisk hand spanking succeeded in turning Ael's fair-skinned bottom into a warmed shade of dusty rose.

Feeling Tomalak shift slightly, Ael knew he was lifting the brush from beside him, she again tried to beg him, in a tearfully small voice not to use it.

"You know why this is necessary," he said. "I will not have you continually endangering yourself or others. Now, try to be still." Easier said than done.

The first swat of the brush yielded a nasty sting, Ael biting back a cry of surprise. It definitely hurt a good deal more than Tomalak's palm, even more than the time they'd playfully tried out the implement (on her) shortly after its initial purchase. It didn't take more than half-a-dozen swats before the tears began to freely flow, a dozen before she openly began to sob.

Though she couldn't see them, Tomalak had tears in his eyes, too. When his flitter had once again been found missing, he had been angry, also, afraid. What if this was the time her actions had fatal conclusions? And now, having to discipline her so firmly; how he wished it did not have to be done, but be done, it must. Biting back a sigh, Tomalak focused on keeping the swats modestly firm, steady, giving Ael what he knew to be needed.

Ael's bottom quickly took on a rosy blush, deepening to an almost strawberry red. Her backside had never felt so warm; it felt like a roaring fire had been lit upon her bare cheeks, each new swat deepening the burn, spreading the sting from the tops of each cheek, down to the tops of each thigh.

"I-I'm sorry, Toma," Ael choked out through her tears, reaching back with her hand as if to shield her bottom.

"What are you sorry for, Ael?" Tomalak prompted, gently capturing the reaching hand, lacing his fingers in-between hers, holding tightly, providing a measure of comfort.

"For taking the flitter. I-I don't know how to pilot one safely. I could have hurt myself or someone else." She had to pause; the newest swat had overlapped the previous, causing an exceptionally horrid sting. "I know I made you worry, Bochra worry. I'm s-so sorry."

"Correct," he said. "Next time, Ael, you must think before you act."

"I promise," she said tearfully.

It was time to bring the session to a close. The last series of swats, quick and firm, were concentrated across the lower portion of Ael's bottom, across the creases where thigh and butt met. Painfully necessary. This lesson had to be one that permanently stuck.

Once the last swat fell, the brush placed down on the bed, Tomalak righted Ael's clothing, helping her up, off his knee to sit beside him on the bed, where he wrapped her in a tight hug. Ael clung tight to Tomalak and sobbed into his shoulder.

"I'm so, so sorry, Toma," she said. "I don't know why my judgment lapses sometimes. I should have known better than to take your flitter for a second time."

"We all have errs in our normally sound judgments at times," he said. "I always wish you to be safe, Ael. Elements forbid, if something ever happened to you, something that could have easily been preventable. Ael," he said, a trace of sorrow in his normally steady voice, "I would be absolutely lost."

To hear Tomalak in a rare place of even momentary vulnerability; it was almost more than Ael could stand. "I love you, Toma," she said, leaning away from the embrace to place a trembling hand on his cheek. "I never meant to behave so foolishly. I'm lucky I didn't get hurt or worse."

"I am eternally grateful you did not," he said, kissing her. "If you wish to learn how to pilot a flitter, I will gladly teach you. Next time, my dear, ask me, all right?"

Ael readily promised. Asking in the first place, after the last time, could have prevented everything. "Do you forgive me?"

"Always, Ael. Never forget how much I treasure you."

Cuddling into Tomalak's chest, Ael released a quivering breath, allowed the tiniest of smiles to rise to the surface. Silently, she thanked Tomalak for what he had had to do, knowing it had been done for her own good. He always seemed to know what she needed, when, and exactly how to provide. Like now, the way he held her close, lovingly soothing, assuring her she would always be loved and forgiven.

It was enough to make her weep, and through her tears she leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, quietly thanking him for his strong hands and loving heart, promising it would be quite some time in the future before a trip across his knee became necessary again.

And she was determined to keep that promise.