Apologize

The rest of the week goes by uneventfully. You wake up, cook breakfast, and go to school. Jeff is there some days in the mornings, and some days he's busy and gets straight to work. He always seems grumpier on the days he doesn't get breakfast.

On Friday evening, you get on Xbox with some friends and don't end up signing off until well past 3 in the morning. Consequently, you sleep in way past your normal wake-up time, but that isn't unusual on the weekends.

What is unusual, however, is waking up to Jeff beside your bed, shaking you.

"Aiken! Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

You groan and open your eyes. The light is blinding. Jeff must have opened the windows in your room. You look at him and say "What the heck, Jeff? It's Saturday..."

"Excuse me?" He pulls you out of bed and onto shaky feet. "What did you call me?"

"'Sir,' whatever. Look, it's the weekend, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is I've been waiting for breakfast for hours and you're still in bed sleeping like a lazy ungrateful brat."

You definitely don't need this right now. You try to fall gracefully back into bed but Jeff catches your arm and holds you up. "Oh no you don't! You're going to apologize and then march right into that kitchen and make me breakfast and lunch, understand? Now if the next words out of your mouth aren't 'Yes, Sir,' you can bet you're gonna get a hard spanking!"

What?! You almost gasp out loud. A spanking?! Was he serious? You gawk for a moment, then flush red and look at the ground. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He couldn't be serious, right? But if he was... You had no idea and you did not want to find out. Whatever, you decide to humor him.

"Yes, Sir..." you mumble.

"I can't hear you," Jeff says sternly, letting you go and crossing his arms. "And don't forget the apology."

You sigh and parse your lips. This was humiliating. "I said 'yes, Sir!' And... I'm sorry for sleeping in... Sir..."

Jeff shakes his head and keeps his arms crossed. "Again, but like you actually mean it this time. You aren't apologizing for sleeping in, you're apologizing for being a brat. So start over."

This was so stupid. You grit your teeth a moment, then sigh and relax. "I'm really sorry for being a brat, Sir..."

Jeff nods, then after moment uncrosses his arms and says, "I forgive you. Now go to the kitchen and make food."

"Yes, Sir..." You turn and start for the door, but before you get far, you feel a hard swat land on your rear. The sharpness and surprise make you gasp a little, and reflexively reach back to rub the spot.

Did Jeff just spank you?

You blush bright red and quickly scurry downstairs to make food. You swear you catch Jeff grinning.