Naughty Katie
© 1999 Mary Catherine Whitney
All Rights Reserved.
(M/F, cons, no sex)

It was Thanksgiving Day, the first holiday Katie and Drew would be spending together as a couple. They’d been dating for about a year now, but until three months ago it had been a long-distance romance . . . stolen weekends, lots of letters and phone calls. Katie had dreamed of the day she’d finally be in the same city as Drew and her recent promotion and relocation to Southern California had made those dreams come true. Since she’d arrived they’d grown closer by the day.

Katie was up bright and early Thanksgiving morning ready to roll up her sleeves and get to work. She really wanted to impress Drew today. He knew she was a hardheaded businesswoman, but she wanted to show him another side of herself. She was a great cook but she rarely had time to throw together more than a simple meal. Today would be different; she was going to show him that her talents extended beyond the boardroom in ways he couldn’t imagine.

The phone rang a little after 9:00 am. “What do you want me to bring Princess?” he asked as he confirmed that he’d be there after watching the game with his friends and stopping by to see his mom and dad. “Just you,” she replied. I’ve got everything taken care of, honest.”

A moment of silence hung between them, then he casually asked, “You’re not knocking yourself out over this, right Katie? We agreed it would be a nice quiet holiday, just the two of us. You’ve been so stressed and swamped settling into your new job. I want you to promise you’ll take it easy today. In fact, why don’t you come to my place instead? I’ll make some pasta and we can open a nice bottle of wine . . .” Katie looked around her kitchen—the turkey half stuffed on the counter, cranberries soaking in cold water, a pile of potatoes waiting to be peeled. “No, really Drew,” she said. “I’m just throwing a little something together. I’ll see you at 3:00.”

Hanging up the phone, Katie flipped on the oven and finished stuffing the turkey. She’d better get a move on if she was going to have dinner on the table when Drew got here this afternoon . . .

It was about 2:15 when Drew got out of his Jeep and walked up the path to Katie’s small house in the hills, a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was looking forward to spending the holiday with her, the first of what he hoped would be many together. Normally he’d be fighting with his oldest brother at the dinner table by now, holidays at his parents’ house somehow reducing them to children again. His parents had asked him to stay for dinner and bring his new girlfriend, they’d been anxious to meet her, especially since Drew had told them so little about her. They all had the sneaking suspicion that she could finally be the one.

While he wanted Katie to meet his family, he didn’t want to make it a big stressful event. He had a lot of relatives . . . noisy and overwhelming, whereas it had just been Katie and her mom for most of her life. He’d planned on easing her into things slowly when it came to his family; she got so shy around new people that he didn’t want to frighten her away. Drew knew his mom would scare her too, every girl he’d ever brought home to meet his folks got the third degree on marriage and children before they had a chance to take their coats off.

Smiling, he juggled the flowers and wine, and knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked once more, but she didn’t answer. Drew stepped off the porch and headed around to the back yard. It was a beautiful day, sunny and 75 without a cloud in the sky. Knowing Katie she was probably in the back yard, engrossed in a book.

She wasn’t though. The yard was quiet and empty. He was about to go back around to the front to use his key when he spotted her through the kitchen window. Her back was to him and she was sitting on a tall stool in front of the butcher block island, intently bent over a book. He watched her for a moment, as she pushed a stray lock of hair over one ear. He loved watching her when she wasn’t looking, she moved with such quiet, easy grace, yet was always so focused and intense. He could picture the small crease in her brow, and it was probably a safe guess that she was biting her lower lip at this very moment.

Drew softly rapped on the window with the back of his hand. Katie jumped in her chair, then turned, her face lighting up as she caught sight of him. She hopped off the stool and walked to the kitchen door, slipping outside and into his arms. “You’re early!” she says accusingly. “I thought you were watching the big game.” “I was, but I thought it might be more fun to play it instead of watch it.” He stops and gives her a slow, sexy smile. “You up for a little game of two-handed touch Princess?” He pats her bottom gently and adds, “The football is optional.”

Katie laughs, standing on her toes to kiss him. “Next you’re gonna offer to play shirts and skins Drew,” she quips teasingly. “Hmmmm . . . that idea has merit,” he says, wrapping his arms around her, the bottle of wine pressing into the small of her back. “Hey, that’s cold!” she says, squirming out of his grasp. Drew putting the bottle on the small table out on the patio and hands her the flowers with a flourish. Katie blushes, burying her nose in the daisies. He loved how easy it was to make her blush. It didn’t take much—a touch, a couple of seemingly innocent words whispered in her ear, the simplest of gifts . . .

Drew leans over to kiss her again. “We going to stay out here all afternoon or are you going to let me inside?” he finally asks. “Oh . . . geez, I almost forgot, I’ve got dinner in the oven . . . go around the front and use your key. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Drew picked up the wine and reached around Katie to open the kitchen door. “Don’t be silly, I’ll just cut through the kitchen and . . .”

He stops, looking at the chaos in the kitchen. Pots simmering on the stove, the smell of turkey and stuffing coming from the oven, fresh rolls cooling on a rack. It was obvious she’d been slaving over a hot stove all day. Katie must’ve been up at dawn. It smelled delicious too, but at the moment that wasn’t the point. He turned around and asked quietly, “What happened to small, quiet meal we had planned for today Princess? You promised you’d take it easy.” Katie gives Drew her best innocent smile. “It’s not as much as it looks Drew, honest. Besides, I like to cook, especially for you . . . it’s relaxing for me.”

“Weeeellll,” he says, a look of amusement coming to his face, “that may be true, but you fibbed to me Katie. You swore you wouldn’t go to a lot of trouble.” He pauses dramatically and adds, “I’m going to have to give you a spanking for that you know young lady. You KNOW how I feel about girls who fib.” Katie nods blushing furiously as she saw his dimples appear. Those words gave her a little thrill every time he said them and even as she stood there her body began to tingle slightly and a familiar tightening began in her tummy.

Drew looked around the kitchen and casually pulled a large wooden spoon out of the utensil rack. Spoon in hand he crossed over to the pine table in the breakfast nook and pulled out a straight-backed chair. “Come here Katie,” he said as he sat down and tapped the spoon against his thigh. Katie looked up at him suddenly panicked, shaking her head wildly. “Kaaatieee,” he said, drawing her name out, “I asked you to come over here young lady.” “NO!” she says forcefully.

She watches as Drew starts to get out of the chair to walk toward her. Before he can take Katie by the hand she backs away from him and yells, “I won’t . . . I hate you Drew, you’re so mean! You’re not going to spank me ever again! I want you to go . . . you heard me, GO! Leave me alone damn it . . .” With that she ran out of the room to get away from him the tears spilling over onto her cheeks.

Drew frowns. This wasn’t like his Katie at all. She was sweet and loving. Sure, at times she could be a brat and occasionally she was a tiny bit spoiled (mostly by him), and she DEFINITELY had a mind of her own, but those were all endearing qualities. She occasionally had quite a temper and when they first met she swore up a blue streak when she got mad, but after a couple of times of washing her mouth out with soap she’d been effectively broken of the habit. This was the first time in a long time that she’d used foul language and she’d never directed it at him before. He’d also never seen her fly off the handle they way she had just done now.

Most of all Drew knew she liked, no LOVED being spanked. Katie’s eyes lit up whenever he said the word; she dissolved into bratty little giggles half the time before she was even set back on her feet. He’d spanked her a number of times that were in no way fun when he’d caught her doing something dangerous, but even then she’d been affectionate and open with him. All of a sudden it was like she was a whole other person.

He quickly followed her into the living room. Katie was huddled in a corner of the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her head was lowered and he could tell by the way that she was rocking back and forth that she was withdrawing inside herself. Drew sat down beside her and tried to put his arm around her, but she pulled back as though boiling water had just scalded her. “Katie?” he said questioningly as he saw her begin to shake. “Ddddonnn’ttt hurrrt mm . . . mmeeeeee,” she said in a wavering voice. “Shhhhh, I’m not going to hurt you Katie. Just tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him, then dropped her eyes and started to cry harder, desperately trying to break away from his firm grasp.

“Ggg . . . gggettt . . . gget it a . . . aaawwway from mm . . . mmeeeee,” she finally gasps. Drew frowns for a minute, not understanding. He then looks down and sees the wooden spoon in his hand and looks from it to her. Resting the spoon on the far side of the couch, he reaches over and brings his hand over to Katie to lift her chin. She flinches at his touch, but calms slightly as he quietly says, “It’s gone Princess, see.” Katie looks up, her face streaked with tears. “Really?” she asks cautiously. “Yes, Katie, all gone.” Drew draws her onto his lap and asks, “Now what happened in there Katie? That wasn’t like you at all. Yelling, swearing . . .”

Katie’s mouth feels glued shut as she remembers everything she said. She’d acted horribly, now that she was calmer she realized that. “I’m sorry,” she finally whispers, “I’m soooo sorry Drew, I don’t hate, you . . . I don’t know why I said that. You . . . you must hate me now though for being so mean.” Drew hugs her close and begins to stroke her hair. “Never Princess, but you scared me in there. What’s wrong?” He pauses a moment then asks, “We never really talked about this before, but are you having second thoughts about my spanking you?”

Drew knew that was possible. The last time she’d been chastised it had been for compromising her safety and for lying to him when he asked her about it. Those were the two things he absolutely could not tolerate and her punishment had been swift and severe. She’d been in New York on business and he found out that she’d been walking the streets and taking the subway well after midnight instead of taking a cab back to her hotel like she promised. It had been the first time he caned her, and she had seemed ok afterward, but maybe that encounter left her afraid of him. He knew her caning had hurt a lot and the marks had stayed for quite some time.

“Noooo,” she says cautiously. “I like it when you . . .” the shy blush comes back to her face, “when you spank me Drew, honest. It was . . . that . . . that thing. It scared me.” “Not the spoon?” he asks as he looks at the far end of the couch where he placed the small wooden spoon. “It’s so little Katie. There must be more to it. You were my brave little girl when you took the cane and even the hairbrush doesn’t make you act like that. Tell me what made you so scared of me, please.”

Katie looked up at him and saw Drew’s dark eyes moving over her, full of concern and welling up with tears. Her heart sank—he thought HE had done something wrong when that couldn’t be further from the truth! She loved him; she knew it in that moment and even with the spoon he’d never hurt her, even if it terrified her to the core. “I’m not scared of you Drew, I could never be scared of you.” She pauses and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I should’ve told you this before, but I was so ashamed.” Katie begins to cry quietly again and Drew holds her close, rocking her on his lap. “Tell me,” he says simply. “Whatever it is, it will be OK . . .”

Finally through her tears she begins to tell him, slowly and tentatively at first, then the words start to pour out of her a mile a minute. Her mom had used a wooden spoon on her as a little girl, to force her to behave. “You told me that you’d never been spanked before Princess, not even as a child.” She looks up at him, an ironic smile on her face as the tears continued to stream down her cheeks. “That was the truth. She . . . she never spanked me with it Drew, she never even let it touch me.” Not understanding, he asked, “What did she do then that made you so afraid?”

She thought a moment, not sure how to explain without making it sound like she was crazy. “You can tell me Katie, remember . . . I hold all the quarters.” She laughed then, a small laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. The roll of quarters had been their symbol of trust when they first met. She’d told him a story once about when she was a very little girl and a boy had asked her out to a class dance. It hadn’t been a real date, they weren’t old enough for that sort of thing, but she’d brought her own quarters for sodas and hot-dogs at the dance, to make it clear to him that no boy was ever going to pay her way. Giving Drew the roll of quarters had been her way of showing that she trusted him. She’d given them to him just before he spanked her for the first time and she felt so safe, knowing they were in his pocket as she had gone across his knee. Katie knew she could trust him—that he wouldn’t laugh or judge . . .

“She kept a wooden spoon in the house, a special one to ‘remind’ me of what happened to bad little girls who didn’t behave. It was awful . . . she called it ‘Naughty Katie’ and she drew a little girl’s face on it, crying her eyes out. Every time I got into mischief she’d ask me if I wanted ‘Naughty Katie’ to make me cry because if I didn’t behave she’d give me something to cry about. I used to lie in bed at night and cry myself to sleep, I was so scared of that spoon and of her. When I was seven I decided I’d never cause trouble again. I became such a good girl and she finally put ‘Naughty Katie’ away.”

“Was that the end of it?” he gently asks. He’d always known there was something about her mom that she hadn’t shared, they certainly weren’t very close, even though she was Katie’s only living relative, but he had no idea that she’d been scared so badly. A lot of things made sense now, her shyness around other people, her fear of meeting his brothers and parents. She had no idea how a loving family would act! Katie reluctantly shakes her head.

“No, last year when I went home for her birthday I found it in a drawer. She kept it! When I asked her why she scared me like that she laughed. She said if she hadn’t I would’ve been a horrible little out of control brat and no one liked a girl like that. She said I deserved it, that it ‘made’ me a good little girl. It didn’t though Drew, it just scared me and made me cold—like her.”

Drew shook his head and tipped her chin up so she was looking into his eyes. “You’re not like her Katie, not at all and nothing could ever make you like her. You’re warm and caring and very sweet and you’d never do something deliberately cruel like that.” Her color rises at his words. “I said I hated you Drew . . . that was cruel. I think it was the meanest thing I ever did because I love you so much and I tried to push you away.” His breath caught and his heart started to beat harder. That was the first time Katie ever said she loved him! “You only did it because you were scared Princess, but you never have to be scared again. I knew you didn’t hate me and I love you too. I love you because you’re sweet and bratty and drive me crazy half the time.” He pauses and adds, “I even love her because she gave me you and that’s the one thing she did right.”

Katie closed her eyes tight, wondering how she ever got lucky enough to find him. Suddenly she knew what she wanted to do. Opening her eyes, she asks, “Could you please take the turkey out of the oven and shut off the stove for me Drew? I’ll be right back.” Nodding, Drew allowed Katie to slip off his lap and head for the bedroom. He went back into the kitchen to turn everything off and put the pan with the turkey on a heavy rack. He pulled a small piece of dressing out of the bird and popped it in his mouth, a smile on his face as he returned to the living room.

By the time Katie came back he had built a cozy fire in the hearth and had opened the wine. She had washed her face and brushed her hair, pulling it back into a neat ponytail. She had her head down, and her hands clasped behind her back. Stopping in front of him, she slowly raised her eyes until she met his. “I’m so sorry Drew. I should’ve told you all of this before . . . I was just too scared.” He nodded, as though he knew what was coming. “I’m ready for you to spank me now . . . but I want you to use this.”

With that, she brings the spoon from behind her back and hands it to Drew. The face drawn on the spoon had faded with time, but he could see how it would’ve effectively frightened his Katie as a little girl. The eyes were wide and very blue, just like hers. “She put it in my luggage when I left,” Katie explained softly as she stood between his knees. “I found it when I got home. It made me sick Drew. I wanted to throw it away, I tried a half a dozen times but I couldn’t for some reason. Now I know why. I want you to spank me with it so I’m not afraid anymore.”

Drew looked up at her and nodded, setting the spoon down beside him so he could unfasten her belt and lower her jeans. Katie clasped her hands behind her back again and watched as he unfastened the top button and slowly lowered the zipper. She gasped as he eased her jeans over her hips, then firmly tugged them to her ankles. “There,” he says with a smile as he put his hands gently on her bottom, “that’s where I like those jeans to be.” Despite her fear, Katie laughed; he sounded so earnest! “Now, let’s move you into a nice, comfortable position . . .”

Before Katie knew it, she was lying on the couch, across Drew’s lap. She felt like she was at home, where she belonged at last. Her black wool sweater rose over her hips, and she felt his hand rub the small of her back, making her squirm slightly. “You doing OK Princess?” he asked as she stretched and settled against him. “Uh huh,” she murmurs, feeling his strong fingers against her body. “Good girl, now hold out your hand for me.” Katie opened her hand and she felt Drew put the spoon in it, gently closing her fingers around the base. She felt his left arm tighten around her waist, and his right hand pat the seat of her blue plaid panties.

Then her spanking began . . . Katie shut her eyes and felt herself slowly relax as his hand landed on her panties again and again. Soft swats and harder smacks, with lots of words of gentle reassurance in between. Her hand was clenched tight around the handle of the spoon . . . her palm burning more from the wood, than her bottom ever could from Drew spanking her.

Without realizing it, Drew slowly lifted her hips and lowered her panties until they had joined the tangle of denim around her feet. He then eased her vice-like grip from around the spoon and removed it carefully from her hand. “I know this is going to hurt Katie,” he said as he rubbed the spoon across her bottom, “but no matter how much it stings I’m not going to stop until you’ve had a nice long cry.”

Drew waited until she looked back at him and nodded, then she lowered her head on her arms and quietly asked him to begin. “Smack!” the spoon landed crisply on the sit spot of her left cheek. She gasped and her eyes tightened until she saw little stars amongst the blackness in her mind. Drew rubbed the small sting with the spoon, then lightly traced the spoon across her bottom to the other cheek before drawing back again, “Smack!” Katie pulled her hands into fists and she crossed her legs at the ankles. “SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMAAAACKKKK!!”

Katie’s bottom began to take on a bright, rosy glow and it felt as if a hundred bees were stinging her all at once. “SMAAACKKKK . . . SMAACKKK . . . SMAAAACKKKK . . . SMACK . . . SMAAACKKK!” She gasped and groaned, and finally began to cry, but she never tried to stop Drew, all she felt was his gentle voice washing over her, and the crispness of his starched shirtsleeve against the small of her back. The spoon burned, but she wasn’t afraid anymore. Drew had made her brave—braver than she ever imagined she could be . . . pulling her through the pain and the fear. It was just a spoon now, nothing more.

And then the spanking stopped. Katie lay across Drew’s lap, her body soft and yielding, all the earlier tension melted away. He continued to rub her bottom lightly with the spoon, keeping constant contact with her skin, until she cried herself out and she was simply lying across his knees peacefully. She finally raised her head and looked back at him, giving him a smile that he could finally see reached her teary eyes. He helped her to her feet, then slowly eased her panties and jeans back up, refastening her belt snugly around her waist. She sighed deeply, feeling freer than she had in a long, long time. Some of the demons had been put to rest at last.

There was one last thing Drew had to do. Wordlessly, he stood up and took Katie by the hand, leading her over to the fireplace. He tossed the wooden spoon from her kitchen into the blaze and she watched as the wood caught and began to burn. He then put the other spoon in her hand and waited until she tossed it into the fire. ‘Naughty Katie’ settled into the flames and burst into a shower of sparks and flames, the fire extinguishing the tears on the small wooden face.

Drew put his arms around Katie and they simply sat in front of the fire for hours watching it burn. That first Thanksgiving they ended up having turkey and stuffing sandwiches for dinner in front of the fire and they never owned a wooden spoon again . . .

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