From: Kris worsci
How to Fold a Fitted Sheet. Adult.

Whap-whap-whap!

That's all it takes.

But that comes last.

First, he said, "Come here."

"What?"

He took the mini oar off the living room wall. "Bend over."

Bend over. Her favorite words! Words unprompted, unsolicited, unexpected, exciting!

Followed by more unprompted words. Not stern, just a comment as she stands there, waiting. "That sheet has been in the laundry basket for a week."

"They never fold right."

"It's in the way and I'm tired of looking at it."

Pause.

A long pause, spent with hands on thighs, waiting, waiting. A glance.

He taps his thigh with the little oar.

"You want me to fold it?"

He smiles.

She walks fast, ridiculously fast for a grown up. The sheet, of course, her doom, awaits, wadded up, wrinkled beyond smoothing. This drives her nuts. She has to have it folded straight or it won't fit in the drawer. The only way she can get it close is to line up the points made by the fitted stitching. This takes patience.

"I," he calls from the living room, "am going to bed in a minute."

A minute. A minute! She'll never get it in a minute! She already messed it up twice! Oh, and he was the one to offer. Aaargh!

Okay, the secret is, you match up two points, shake the thing out, fold it in half long ways again--and then roll it up and mash it. Just mash it. Mash-mash-mash.

And throw it in the laundry basket. Just shove it back in there and think about fixing it later.

Then go back. And obediently bend.

"I didn't see you put it up," he notes.

"I didn't want you to have to wait."

"Oh, I'm not waiting. I'm going to bed. You want to hang this back up for me?"

Back to the laundry basket. Grab the sheet, into the bedroom to the drawer where it isn't going to fit because it's not really flat and shove it, just shove the damned thing in the drawer and who cares if the odd bits are sticking out when you close the drawer?

And he's laughing because he knows just how much not getting it folded right will bother her every time she goes in the bedroom and sees the drawer that isn't quite closed right.

She's waiting again and looking at him hopefully.

He pets her offered behind a moment and says, "On the bare."

Oh good. She's even happier as she wriggles shorts down, panties to her ankles.

And the swats are low, and evenly paced, and delivered with deliberate patience. The oar can catch both cheeks, or a nice area of one, and it's heavy enough that she doesn't like it right away.

He doesn't make her count, but she does it in her head even though he didn't say how many there will be as she tries to hold still after the first few. At twelve there is some swaying involved. At twenty two there is a bit of wiggling.

"Be still."

Fourteen more, and he pauses between each to rub a little circle over the spot he's going to hit. And she likes that, she likes the tingle, the anticipation, pushes back against the wood without thinking. And the last three--they come fast and they feel extra, extra hard.

They probably weren't, but they felt that way.

Ow.

And when it's done, she puts the paddle back on its peg. "I'm sorry I didn't put the sheet away sooner. I'm sorry it was bothering you."

A kiss. "Oh, it wasn't bothering me at all."

I realise that the world must be running out of options to justify a spanking but this must be one of the most bizarre ones I've heard, particularly as the 'victim' was clearly so willing.  I suppose if you are regularly indulging in 'punishment scenarios' you get down to the most ludicrous minutiae in order to mke something original. Anyway the tale is nice enough and the suthor has a warm and likeable style but the story didnt do much to titillate my jaded palate.

A fun, light story with a good balance between dialogue and description.  I sympathize with the frustration of folding fitted sheets, though I have no desire to develop a system for doing them right!  It seemed like there was a lot of hidden interaction and history going on behind the words and actions, which I like, but I think you have to be a bit careful not to leave the reader totally in the dark. This story actually walked that fine line pretty well--nice job.  I appreciated that the tone was even and consistent, though I had a bit of trouble with some of the verb tenses--the author got backed into a corner with some of the chosen syntax.

I thoroughly enjoyed the object used for the spanking in this story, an oar hanging on the living room wall, visible to all, and somewhat unusual.  The thoughts of that are titillating.  The concept is fun and easy to relate to.  It took me a couple of readings to clarify all of the elements in the story.  I couldn't help but wonder what the story would have been like if it had been written in first person.  You did a nice job indirectly pointing out that the spanking was the real issue, and the sheet was just the vehicle to getting there.

A fun little domestic scene.  The story is lighthearted, something I very much appreciated.  I think what I liked and related to most was the idea that the sheet was out, not put away, because the spankee was too much of a perfectionist to put it away incorrectly (well until she's put on the hot seat so to speak). My one quibble with the tale is that I suspect it would read better in first person.

Other than that, it's an excellent little piece.

A terrifically fun read, partly because of the authenticity of the situation - it really feels like a genuine conversation between a loving couple - partly because the voice is just right, and partly because the scenario is far from obvious, but turns out to be perfect for this sort of vignette. These are clearly people who know each other well, and the sort of playful shorthand which inevitably develops between friends and lovers is beautifully captured. The final, deadpan line is also just right. (My only small gripe is that there's some wandering between tenses which breaks the tone a little.)