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  The Easter Egg Hunt

  By Joannie Kay

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  Easter Egg Hunt

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-60968-476-1

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  Chapter One

  Noah was surprised when he walked inside the house and on into the kitchen. There was no sign of Megan, and nothing on the stove top or in the oven. He frowned; he’d had a long day at work and missed lunch, and it was already an hour past their normal time to eat dinner. Where was Megan? Why didn’t she have something ready to eat? The rule was that whoever got home first put something together for dinner, and the other one cleaned up after. She was probably on the Internet… again. Frustrated, he went to find Megan.

  She wasn’t in their home office, so he went upstairs, wondering if she was ill. Meggie suffered from migraines occasionally, but apparently not today. Where the heck was she? he growled to himself. Finally, he heard her sweet voice, singing, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail…” and Noah actually stopped in the hallway and lightly rested his head on the wall, mentally counting to ten. It was the perfect topper to a lousy day, and he’d bet a whole dollar that he was going to have to march into Megan’s craft room and turn her over his knee and give her a super hard spanking. Just what he needed to make the day perfect! It was no small wonder there was no dinner ready to eat! Resolutely he pulled himself together and headed for the small bedroom she claimed as her craft/sewing room.

  “Oh, Noah! You’re home early, honey! How was your day?” she asked as innocently as possible, her blue eyes wide as she glanced at him, and then quickly darted to her work table.

  Noah knew exactly what she was looking for. He smelled the chocolate as soon as he walked into the room. “My day was a bitch, and I’m not early; I’m late.” He smiled at her as he walked over to give her a kiss hello. Megan gave him her cheek instead of her mouth. “Hmmmm. Valentine’s Day is barely over and all the Easter Candy is out, right?” He stated what was obvious to him.

  “I found the cutest little plastic eggs today, Noah! Look at these!” she said excitedly, pulling out a bag with eggs in the form of soccer, baseball, and basketballs. Won’t the older boys love these?” she asked. “I found some cute Barbie ones for the girls, too, and…”

  “You’re in charge of the Easter Egg Hunt again this year?” Noah asked, and then added, “What a stupid question! Who else would they ask?” His wife loved Easter; it was her favorite-most Holiday of the year!

  “You know how much I enjoy Easter, Noah!” She pouted.

  “I know, but under the circumstances I thought that you might take a pass this year and let someone else take over…?”

  “Noooooo! I couldn’t do that! It’s a tradition!” she said with enthusiasm.

  “You have already hit the candy, haven’t you? More specifically, the chocolate candy.”

  “Just a couple of pieces.” She knew better than lie to him. “Ohhhhhh, look at the time!” Her blue eyes went wide as she realized it was after seven. “I forgot to cook!” she mumbled. “You must be hungry!”

  “I am hungry,” Noah admitted, and then said, “But, dinner will wait. I want to see the bag, Meggie.”

  “What bag?” she asked, again with the too innocent expression in her blue eyes.

  “The bag you’ve been eating candy from.”

  “Oh, don’t be silly, Noah! I’ve only had a couple of small pieces…! Let’s go down and I’ll fix pasta and a salad. That won’t take too long.”

  “Megan Martson, I am not playing games here. The candy bag, now!” he said firmly.

  She made a face and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not a child, Noah, and if I want a piece of candy…”

  “Candy is full of sugar, Meg. You are a diabetic. You can’t eat the stuff, and if you’ve been eating chocolate, you are tempting a migraine. We go through this every year when all the Easter Candy hits the store shelves. Now, show me the bag or I’ll spank you and then you will show me the bag.”

  Megan stomped her bare foot meaningfully, but she opened a drawer and took out the bag. Her eyes went wide again as she realized she was in even more trouble than she thought she would be. Noah didn’t miss the guilty look, and he sure didn’t miss the fact that there were only three pieces of foil wrapped chocolate eggs left in the bag. She’d eaten entirely too much chocolate! “Megan, why do you do this?” he asked in exasperation.

  “I was busy making decorations and I didn’t realize I’d popped so many pieces,” she said truthfully. “I only meant to eat a couple!”

  “You can’t keep doing this to yourself. It was bad enough before you were told about the diabetes, but indulging like this is going to make you ill. You’ll be very lucky if you don’t have a migraine before the evening is over. Is chocolate worth that pain?” he scolded as he reached for her.

  “Oh, Noah, must you?” she asked plaintively as he bent her down over the work table and slapped her round bottom with his hand.

  “I must,” he replied, and started spanking the seat of her jeans. “You know that I promised to spank you each and every time you indulged in chocolate… And eating almost an entire bag is sheer indulgence!” Megan cried out and he hoped he was getting through to her. After several minutes he undid the fastenings on her jeans and slid them down her curvy body. Her white panties became the next target for his hand, and her howls of pain increased while he continued to scold and make his point. He waited until she was crying hard and then pulled her up and marched her to the corner. “You think about this, Megan. Think about what the doctor told you about your diabetes and all the things that could happen to you if you continue to eat sweets by the bagful. Think about how ill you’ll be if you get one of your migraines from the chocolate. And, think about how sore your butt is going to be after I take my belt to you… because that is precisely what I’m going to do in a few minutes.” He pulled her panties down to her knees and said, “You stand right here with your butt on display and think about why you are getting punished, Meggie. I will be back in a few minutes.”

  Megan heard him pick up the nearly empty bag of candy and leave the room. She knew the candy was going in the trash, and a part of her wanted to stomp her foot at the waste of perfectly good candy. The other part of her wanted to run and lock the door so Noah couldn’t get back into the room and give her the promised strapping. Her lack of remorse was due to the chocolate. It affected her in strange ways. She craved the stuff, but tried very hard to resist temptation. Once she took that first bite she didn’t stop eating until it was gone. The resultin
g headache was enough to keep her in bed, the curtains drawn to block any light, and she wanted nothing but absolute silence so she could take her meds and sleep it off. It wasn’t fair that something so good could be so bad for her. Other people ate chocolate all the time and didn’t suffer! And if it wasn’t bad enough that she was already starting to feel the warning signs of a headache, her bottom was smarting and aching, too, and Noah intended to add welts that would make her body ache right along with her head. Tomorrow she would be miserable, and she would still have to go to work and pretend she was fine. Why did she do this to herself? she asked.

  Noah stepped into the room and Megan heard the unmistakable sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his pants and she shuddered at the thought of the pain she was going to endure in the next several minutes. “Why do you do this to yourself, Meggie?” she heard Noah ask, his voice full of concern.

  “I don’t know,” she told the absolute truth. “I’m already getting the headache,” she admitted, wondering if he would let her off without the strapping.

  “Then we’d best get this spanking over with,” Noah said, determined to make her bottom ache right along with her head. “Come here and lie over the table.”

  “Must you, Noah?” she asked tearfully. “I’m going to suffer enough with the migraine,” she insisted.

  “This strapping is going to be felt a lot longer than the migraine, Meg,” he promised. “Now come and let’s get this over with. I put water on for the pasta,” he explained.

  “I don’t think I can stand the smell of oregano right now,” she claimed.

  “Now, Megan, or I’ll add extras.”

  Megan knew she did not want extras. Not only would he give them all to her sit spots, he would give her lines to write, too. She walked as fast as she could with the panties around her knees, and bent over her work table. She knew it was going to be bad when Noah wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her down. The first lick of the doubled belt landed on her left sit spot and she yelped. “Oww! Not so hard, No---AH!” she yelled as the second stripe covered the first. Noah was making sure this was a serious punishment from the start and he wasn’t holding back, determined to make this a lesson she wouldn’t want repeated. Her backside was a flaming mass of welts when he finally stopped strapping her and released her.

  “I know this is your favorite holiday, Megan, but you will have to find other ways to enjoy yourself besides eating candy. Is that understood?” He didn’t wait for a reply, but continued scolding. “If you touch one more piece of candy, chocolate or otherwise, I will spank you daily until Easter is over. Am I making myself clear, Megan?” He gave her still upturned bottom another hard spank with his hand, feeling the heat radiating off her skin on his palm. She was well and truly punished, and he didn’t feel one bit of remorse for being so hard on her.

  “Yes,” she answered, knowing from experience that it was useless to argue or disagree. He would only spank her again if she gave him a reason to do so. And, her poor butt wasn’t up to another lesson at the moment.

  “Very well. We’ll go downstairs and have dinner, and then you will sit at the table and write at least five hundred words explaining what will happen if you disobey me and my reasons for promising such punishment. You will sign the agreement and give it to me, and once I approve it, you will get ready for bed and come to me for a nice hand spanking to reheat your backside before you go to bed for the night.”

  “That’s just mean, Noah!” she snapped at him, standing up to face him. “I’m already feeling ill. I don’t want dinner…! I’m going to bed right now.”

  “No, you are coming to the kitchen and eating something, and drinking some water. You’ll be even sicker if you don’t put something in you besides chocolate and sugar.” He’d seen her like this before and he knew what she needed. “Now don’t fuss with me, Meggie. I’m only trying to help by insisting you have something.”

  “I’ll be sick!” she protested.

  “Meg, do you want another spanking for acting like a child?” he asked calmly.

  “No! I don’t want one before I go to bed, either!” she snapped.

  “That is part of your punishment and you have no say in the matter. “Pull up your panties and jeans and come with me right now before that water boils dry.”

  Megan made no effort to hide the fact she was miserable. Noah insisted she make their salads and the dressing to go on top while he cooked the pasta and heated sauce to pour over the top. He got out the Parmesan Reggiano and grated the cheese into a small bowl to sprinkle on their pasta, and he put frozen garlic toast into the oven to heat through. It didn’t take long to have dinner ready, and when they went to sit down, he rounded the table and removed the cushion from Megan’s seat before permitting her to take her seat.

  She glared at him but wisely kept her mouth shut.

  Noah talked about his day and asked about hers. Megan was not talkative and he could see by the look in her blue eyes that she wasn’t feeling great. How much was due to sitting on her spanked butt or to her headache, he didn’t know. He refilled her water glass a couple of times, insisting she drink it all. It would make the aftereffects of the migraine less. Once they finished eating, she quickly rose to her feet to start clearing away the dishes. Noah decided not to make an issue of her getting up, reminding himself that he didn’t tell her beforehand he expected her to remain seated until she was finished writing. Since he hated to load the dishwasher, it was easy to make an exception on this. While she was finishing up, he went to the office and got a legal pad and a pen and put them on the table.

  Megan was very much aware of Noah’s movements and she was dismayed he hadn’t forgotten about her writing assignment. She didn’t feel like doing it. Her headache was growing worse by the moment and she needed to take her meds and go lie down. “Noah, I need to take my meds and go to bed. I’m feeling terrible.” She tried to beg off.

  “You need to do your assignment first, Meg. If you take your pill, it will knock you out and I want this done first. It is part of your punishment, and I want you to think on how much you mean to me when you write this. I’m not going to permit you to do foolish things that can end your life and take you away from me. We are going to grow old together,” he said with determination making his sound firm.

  Megan saw the fear in Noah’s dark eyes and she suddenly felt guilty for behaving like a self-indulgent child. Was eating candy worth the pain she saw in her husband’s eyes? No. It wasn’t. But, she constantly did the same thing over and over! “I don’t want you to give up on me, honey,” she whispered, moving to wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his chest. “I don’t set out to binge on chocolate, honest. I don’t do it to test you.”

  “I know.” He held her close. “You are addicted to chocolate and to sugar, and Easter and Christmas are difficult for you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it pass, Meggie. I can’t. I love you too much to ignore it when you eat an entire bag of chocolate candy.” He kissed the top of her head and said softly but firmly, “Sit down now and get your paper written. I’ll have the bed turned down and your pill ready for you on the nightstand.” He walked her to her chair and watched as she gingerly sat down. He knew she was finding it difficult to sit, and that would only serve to make her finish the task sooner.

  Megan picked up the pen and started writing. She said what she wanted to say, and then signed the paper. She knew from past experience that she was not permitted to leave her chair until Noah returned. Fortunately, he came to check on her almost immediately, and he quickly read what she wrote and nodded in acceptance.

  “Hang this on the refrigerator, Megan,” he said.

  She looked at him in horror. “No! I can’t do that, Noah! What will the kids think?” Her face was red with embarrassment at the very thought of her adult children learning their father spanked their mother! “Please, Noah! Not that!”

  Noah slowly nodded. “Then where can you put it that you will see it daily and b
e reminded, Megan? I agree that you can’t put it on the fridge. I won’t embarrass you like that in front of the kids.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered in relief, trying to come up with another spot. “Why not inside my closet?” she suggested. “The kids don’t go into our bedroom; my closet should be safe from prying eyes.” She looked at him hopefully.

  “That will do. Let’s go upstairs now. You can hang up your agreement, go to the bathroom and get ready for bed, and then I’ll tuck you in with another spanking to reheat your backside.”

  “I don’t need another spanking, honey. My bottom is already sore and still stinging plenty.”

  “That isn’t for you to decide, Megan, now, is it?” he asked meaningfully and Megan suddenly realized she was about to turn a simple hand spanking into something much worse. She shook her head ‘no’, the very prospect of submitting to another spanking bringing tears to her eyes. Her headache was growing worse by the minute, too.