#slipper

The slipper is back once again 💀

"Good morning," Océane said brightly.

"'Mornin'. I see you're wearing your bossy shoes," I teased. My girlfriend got a new pair of slippers and they're pretty hard to miss.

"My what? Oh, you mean my slippers," she laughed. "Don't worry - I'm not feeling bossy this morning."

What we were joking about was that recently when she wore them, she had threatened to spank me (not a rare occurrence). How did that go? The next day she told me:

""Still rubbing? I guess it wasn't such a good idea to openly underestimate my slipper yesterday night, was it? It only made me so, so, so eager to prove you wrong!"

(quoted text by @agbbswts2)

So I figured if she told me to do something, I'd better do it! But she just walked off, chuckling to herself as I went back to scrolling my phone.

Mere minutes later she returned, standing in front of me with her hands crossed over her chest. "The kitchen hasn't been cleaned today," she announced. "You'd better get after it." She may have tapped her foot - in her slippers, it was hard to tell.

"But," I sputtered, confused, "it's not even 10 o'clock and it's your turn clean it, anyway."

"I want it clean now," she said firmly. So firmly, in fact, I wondered what was wrong since this was her 'we're about to have a fight' and her 'I'm going to start crying' voice. "And I want you to do it." She gave a quick, definite nod (which let me know she wasn't upset, which was good but still mystifying).

"Okay, I guess," I said as I got up. She held out her hand for my phone. "What?" I asked.

"You won't be needing that," she said as she 'confiscated' it. "And do a good job."

I'm not sure I always, or even usually, 'do a good job', but how hard is it to clean a kitchen that was just cleaned yesterday evening? I wiped off the coffee maker, made sure its reservoir had water, and checked the toaster, which hadn't been used. As always, though, it had a lot of crumbs, so I shook them all out and carefully cleaned all of them up. Put a small plate in the dishwasher. Ran an orange bead down the garbage disposal so it would smell fresh. Took the recycling to the bin, the garbage being empty, and reported back.

Océane had seated herself in our straight-backed chair, her feet (still in slippers) up on the couch. "All spic-and-span?" she asked.

"I think so," I hedged a bit nervously.

"Good!" she chirped as she jumped up. "Now, you are going to take down my cute little bossy-pants and show me just how much you like to make me happy. Then, I'll take down your pants - and I assume your cute little undies - and you can tell me how you'd like to be spanked!"

As she sat on the edge of the couch, I started to say something but thought better of it. The next step was not something I objected to.

Oddly, though, I couldn't take off her pj shorts because she was still wearing her oversized slippers. I braced my arms outward on the couch so she could rest her legs on them, feet behind my head.

The resulting climax lessened my anxiety, since she rarely spanks all that hard afterward - but she was eager to get my pants down as well.

"So, what would you like me to spank you with?" she asked.

It seemed like a trick, so I said, "Your hand would be nice, unless you wanted to use your slipper."

"I do want to use my slipper!" she sang.

"Then, ah, ma'am, you should."

"No, that's exactly why I asked you what you want, in case you don't want me seeing how hard I can spank you with it again.

"Or do you?"

"I'm sure I'll have my chance. I can wait," I informed her, stepping out of the pj pants she'd lowered and removing my 'cute little undies'. I did worry that my choice would mean that she'd slipper me later but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Over I went for an incongruously cheerful hand-spanking (which she still tried to make, alternatingly, as hard and as stingy as she could, with quite a bit of success).

"Now!" she said, standing up nearly as soon as I did, "back to bed! And I am going to be on top!"

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So, no, she didn't take off her new slippers. Is that kinky? I'm not one to judge.

"You know..." Océane drawled afterward, extending her leg above us as we lay on our backs, "it's cold in the mornings an awfully lot this time of year."

"That's okay," I told her, assuming she meant she'd be wearing her slippers a lot.

"I may want coffee," she said as I nodded. I can do that. "I may want appreciation," she added. I can do that, too.

"And when Ms. Bossypants wants something, you'd better hop to it - or exactly one of these slippers will be coming off!"

"Ms. Bossyshoes," I corrected.

"You really do want me to show you that slippering last weekend was no fluke, don't you?"

"No, ma'am. Sorry, Ms. Bossypants."