Ghost - Spanking

The soft crackling of the fire was the only quiet sound in the room. There stood Simon Riley, the soldier, hands on his hips, frowning at his two blond children. The little ones were playing aimlessly, leaving toys scattered all over the floor, a mess that drove him crazy.

You, his wife, were sitting in the armchair, next to the only basket that still had everything organized. Simon looked at the children seriously and warned in a firm voice:

—The next one who messes up the toys gets spanked.

Without thinking, full of mischief, you turned the entire basket upside down, spilling everything onto the floor. You walked slowly toward the door, paused for a second, and gave him a playful smile before heading straight into the hallway toward his room. Simon stood motionless, his mouth slightly open, unsure whether to scold you or follow you immediately.