Over His Knee | Spanking

Chapter 5: A Piece of Teaching

Junior hurried over to the couch with two cups of ice cream.

Ginger squealed. "Wow! We are officially three seasons in and summer still hasn't come."

Junior chuckled and sat down right next to her handing over the cup of dessert.

"You know, ever since you got fired from work your queue has gone down ex-potentially." He implied looking at her.

She shrugged. "Yea well I am fully embracing my fun employment."

"Fun employment." He quoted smiling.

She indulged in a spoonful of ice cream cuddling with him. The couple finished their ice cream as they spent an hour binge watching their favorite television show.

Even though Junior continued to work from home during the week days he made sure to take breaks, spending quality time with his girlfriend as she stayed home on her extended break. From recent weeks Ginger had been progressing on finding a new and upgraded job. The both of them spoke about it, and figured it would be best to find a job that provided working remotely. Since then, she took her time off work for better opportunity.

The following episode ended and the TV went pitch black.

Ginger sunk down. "Oh no. .no fuck that's the worst cliff hanger."

"Language." Junior reminded, giving a stern look. He rose up, shaking his head as he too felt a little stumped.

"Can we watch the next? Please we should!" Ginger asked combining her hands together. "Pretty please!"

Junior shook his head. "We've had about enough for a day."

He lowered his head to check his watch. "I have a call shortly and you missy have other things you could be progressing on."

"Like whatt." Ginger strained finding nothing better to do than practically doing nothing.

"How about you finish those applications we talked about?" He went to the kitchen.

"Ugh that's boring though." She stated resting her chin on her palm. A whine came from her tone causing Junior to stop, giving her the look.

"You need to get it done. Make sure it happens." He said, warnings lingering around his tone.

"If I go to the gym, I promise to do it after. So can I sil, please?"

"Funny. Start on it now. I'll consider the gym later babe."

He left the kitchen leaving her frustrated.

"But Juniorr." She stretched out his name, burying her face into her hands as she groaned. She leant forward watching him walk into the study and shut the door.

He tapped on the glass door signaling for her to get her laptop and so she did with a glare.

The resume she had currently been working on felt like absolutely shit to her. After getting fired she already felt like shit even after Junior punished her and made her write an apology.

Ginger squinted her eyes reading the resume.

"Who says, 'journey' anymore? Fuck this is so kindergarten." She uttered pressing the delete button countless times on the keyboard.

Ginger managed to make about ten drafts done and gone throughout the whole resume because of how horrible the writing came out on her part.

Twenty minutes later she got comfortable and laid down with her reading glasses.

"Never getting fired again." She mumbled.

The document lasted one full page because of her constant urge to make revisions all around each sentence. It compressed of horrible choices of words and nothing helped professionalize it.