Heather Kessler returned home, looked around, and sighed in frustration. This was the third consecutive night that her girlfriend Megan Reeves hadn't come home from work. Since the meth lab explosion that killed an agent on her team, Megan had thrown herself into her work and refused to take care of herself.
About an hour later, as Heather sat on the couch reading a magazine, she heard the front door open and then close. Megan walked into the room. "We got him" said Megan exhaustedly. "We got Lamberg." Heather smiled and set down her magazine. "That's great, hon, why don't you come sit down so we can talk for a minute." Megan walked to the couch and sat next to her girlfriend. Heather tenderly brushed some stray hair from Megan's face as she spoke. "Darling, I know these past few days have been hard on you, but I'm worried about the way you've been taking care of yourself, or rather, haven't been taking care of yourself." Megan brushed off Heather's concerns. "I'm fine Heather, really. It's just part of my job." Heather's tone grew more serious. "No Megan, catching bad guys may be part of your job, but it is not in your job description to punish yourself by foregoing food and sleep for 36 consecutive hours. Now why don't you come into the kitchen and let me fix you something." Megan stood abruptly, her anger displayed clearly on her face. "I'm not a little kid!" she sputtered angrily, "I don't need you to baby me." "Little girl -" began Heather. "No! Just leave me alone!" Shouted Megan as she stormed off into the bedroom. Heather sighed once more, realizing that Megan was going to require some tough love.
Following Megan to the bedroom, Heather heard the sound of running water. Following the sound to the bathroom, Heather saw Megan brushing her teeth. She shook her head, understanding that this was a power play on Megan's part to avoid eating. Heather waited until Megan had spit and rinsed, then gripped her by the upper arm and pulled her into the bedroom.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" demanded Megan. Heather responded with one sharp smack to the seat of Megan's charcoal grey slacks. "Ow!" Megan protested loudly as she reached back to run away the sting. Heather caught her hand, and spanked her twice more before speaking. "Young lady, I don't care how old you are, I'm not going to just sit by and watch you kill yourself. The explosion was not your fault and one way or another, you're going to learn to forgive yourself." Megan continued to struggle as Heather sat on the edge of the bed. "You can't do this! I'm not a kid!" she shouted. But Heather didn't reply, choosing instead to silently pull the young agent over her lap. Megan bucked and squirmed until Heather decided she had enough. Delivering one crisp swat to Megan's right thigh, Heather grabbed her hair and pulled Megan's ear close to her lips. "The longer you fight me, the longer and harder this spanking is going to be. Totally up to you." Megan grunted petulantly as Heather released her hair, but stopped squirming. Heather, readjusted Megan on her lap, then began raining down blows in quick succession.
Even with the protection of her slacks, Megan was beginning to squirm under the blows. Heather didn't spank her terribly often, but when she did, well, Megan certainly remembered it. Still, she was too prideful to beg for her punishment to end so early. Heather spoke "now Megan, I'm not punishing you for your feelings. You are allowed to feel sad, angry, hell, even guilty. What I am punishing you for is how you're choosing to punish yourself. Refusing to eat and sleep is not productive and will only make you less safe at work." "No one got any sleep," Megan muttered, her attitude still coming through in her voice. "OW!" Megan yelped as Heather landed a well-placed blow on her left cheek. "You can drop the attitude, young lady, you aren't helping yourself." Megan pouted sullenly, but grew silent. Heather continued silently for a while until Megan couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you being such a bitch?"
Heather stopped abruptly, and wordlessly hauled Megan up off her lap. "Don't move," was the only instruction she offered before walking to the closet and rummaging around. In a moment, she returned and Megan's heart dropped. In Heather's hand was a thin, rattan cane. Megan had only been caned once in their 12 year relationship, and she was not looking forward to a repeat performance. "Y-y-you can't use that thing on me," Megan stuttered as she began to back slowly away from Heather. "Watch me," uttered Heather dangerously as she closed the space between them and pushed Megan onto the bed. Heather expertly maneuvered the clasp on Megan's slacks and pushed them and Megan's underwear down in one smooth motion. "No please! I'll be good! I'll eat!" Megan begged, as the reality of her situation set in. "You're absolutely right," said Heather, tapping the cane against her girlfriend's rosy bottom, "as soon as your punishment is over, you'll march yourself straight into the kitchen to have a solid meal." And with that, Heather brought the cane down with a resounding CRACK.
"Nooooo" cried Megan, burying her head in the comforter. Heather ignored Megan's protests as she brought the cane down on her now-penitent girlfriend again and again. "You were only going to get a hand-spanking tonight, but your behaviour has been unacceptable. You do not get to swear at me over being punished. And you certainly do not get to bring harm to yourself because you feel responsible for the death of your agent." Megan simply sobbed brokenly, finally releasing the feelings she had bottled over the last few days. Finally, after the 18th blow, Megan cried out "yes ma'am, you're right, I'm so sorry! I promise to come to you and ask for help the next time I feel this way. And I never should have sworn at you! Please forgive me!"
Sending real remorse, Heather delivered a final two blows to Megan's thighs, then tossed the cane aside. Heather sat next to her sobbing girlfriend, lovingly rubbing her back and allowing her to release her pent up anger, grief, and fear. After a few minutes, Megan raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Heather. "Thank you," she said softly. Heather was a little surprised. "For what, sweetie?" she asked. Megan paused momentarily, and then responded "for loving me enough to not let me treat myself like dirt." Heather smiled, and helped Megan stand up. As she pulled her into a hug, Heather whispered into Megan's ear "anytime sweetheart, I love you." Once the two released their embrace, Megan stepped out of her slacks and gingerly pulled her panties over her swollen and striped bottom. Whimpering softly as the fabric brushed against the cane marks, Megan looked at Heather, waiting for further instructions. Lovingly taking her girlfriend by the hand, Heather led her toward the kitchen. "What would you like to eat, sweetheart?" Megan thought for a moment, then smiled "grilled cheese sounds good." Together, the pair sliced and buttered and grilled until they had two finished sandwiches before them. Megan walked over to the table and paused at the sight of the hard, wooden chairs. She glanced pitifully at Heather, who responded by silently quirking an eyebrow. Knowing what was expected of her, Megan sat ever so slowly on the unforgiving surface, whimpering and shifting trying unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position. "You know, if you'd been more cooperative, you wouldn't be having dinner on a sore bottom" Heather noted casually. "Yes ma'am," said Megan submissively as she ate her sandwich.
After dinner, the two cleared the dishes, then made their way into the bedroom. As they lay together in bed, Heather spoke "by the way, you're taking tomorrow off." Megan looked at Heather and opened her mouth to protest, but seeing the expression on her girlfriend's face and feeling the fire burning on her backside, she shut her mouth once more before simply nodding. Heather pulled Megan toward her, tenderly kissing her temple. "I love you babe. And I'm sorry you had such a rough few days." Megan smiled and responded "it's ok, thank you for taking care of me, even when I'm being a brat." Heather chuckled, kissed Megan, then reached over and turned out the light. As Megan drifted off to sleep, she smiled, feeling incredibly loved.