Phiona was working on her latest novel. It was late. She was hunched over the laptop, staring at the screen, struggling with writer’s block. She would occasionally pound the desk or pull at her hair. Charles watched her, silently, from the doorway. After a few minutes, he called to her, “Phi. Come to bed.”
He was stern and commanding, but she was too lost in her own world to notice the tone he’d used, “Yeah, yeah. I just need to get past this one part. Go ahead, I’ll come when I’m done.”
“You’ll cum when I tell you that you are allowed to,” he chided her, “Now. Bed.”
He hadn’t raised his voice, but this time Phiona heard the command for what it was, but she’d already missed it the first time, so she decided to play a little before obeying. She needed the distraction. “Can’t I come when I’m done here? Why now?”
“Because it is 12 after 5 in the morning, and you haven’t had more than 6 hours of sleep yet this week. Get your ass in bed.” He knew that she’d started playing and gave her an opening to play up the brat a little more, “Or else.”
“Or else you’ll spank me, yeah, I know. But you know I like the spankings, couldn’t you think of something more original that might actually work as punishment?” She replied, sticking her tongue out, “I told you, I have to finish this part in the story. I’m so close.” She turned back to her computer.
Charles walked calmly and steadily across the room, closed the laptop, pulled out Phiona’s chair, and lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She was getting ready to really play it up and give him a few kicks and “damsel in distress” pummelings on his back when she realized how exhausted she really was. She simply allowed herself to be gently carried to the bedroom and tossed upon the bed.
“You are exhausted, lover. You’ve pushed yourself too hard with this novel. Sleep now. We’ll deal with your punishment when you’ve had your rest.”
She was asleep within a few moments. Charles watched her sleep for a while before climbing into the bed behind her, spooning and cradling her. “I worry about you, love,” he whispered into her sleeping ear.