An American Tradition

by fourfivesecsfromhim

Summary:

If you've only seen the TV show, the main character is Maia, whose name in the book is Gerty.

It's Gerty's 27th birthday, and she has a special favor to ask Mo. He's hesitant... at first. Turns out though, it's much more fun than he thought it would be.

Notes:

Hey guys! If you haven't seen the TV show made of this fine book, make sure to look it up because Mo is played by Mr. Jonah Hauer-King and he's beautiful. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Wow , that was..." 

"I know..." 

"....Something else." 

"Otherwordly?" 

"Yeah. That's the word I've been looking for." 

Gerty and Mo were laid out on their bed, having just had the most amazing birthday sex they've ever had. It was Gerty's 27th birthday, and the special day was celebrated accordingly: Mo took her to her favorite restaurant, bought her presents and they watched The Wire together for while before deciding to take things to the bedroom instead. It was a good decision. 

"Wanna go again?" Gerty asked with a grin. 

"Let a man rest for two seconds, you minx!" Mo panted, then winked. "But afterwards, absolutely." 

"Alright, alright." Gerty laughed as well, then something came to her mind. "Wait, Mo, sit up, I have an idea." 

"Ooh, an idea!" Mo's eyes twinkled in exciment. He did as he was told. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed." Gerty instructed, and Mo once again obeyed, looking at his girlfriend expectantly. 

"I'm curious what you'll think." She climbed over his lap and laid down, her bottom sticking up in the air and she shook it a little, making Mo chuckle. 

"Yeah sure, why not? A good massage never hurt anyone." Mo rubbed his hands together and then, indeed began to knead and caress her panty-clad bottom, enjoying it himself. "You're so beautiful, Gerty." He whispered. 

"That's not what you're supposed to do with it, bruv." Gerty rolled her eyes playfully. Mo raised an eyebrow, his hands stopping. 

"Did you just call me bruv?" He let out a laugh and Gerty giggled, too. 

"You know, there's this tradition in America..." Her voice trailed down and she gave him a grin, shaking her bottom once again. 

"What traidition?" Mo asked hesitantly, one of his hands still resting on Gerty's bum. 

"Well, you know..." She winked at her clueless boyfriend. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Gerty." He said in complete honesty. Gerty sighed, shaking her head. 

"A birthday spanking, melonhead." She looked back at him, a playful smile playing on her lips. "You really never heard of it?" 

"No." Mo answered, looking uncomfortable. "What kind of a person would want a spanking on their birthday? Or any day? Spankings hurt, you know." 

Gerty rolled her eyes again. 

"They're obviously not full strength spankings, you donut. They're just for fun. Sure, they sting a little, but that's the fun of it." She grinned as Mo gave her a strange look. 

"You mean you want me to..." He looked down on her bottom, which looked pretty inviting if he wanted to be honest. "You want me to..." 

"Yes." Gerty replied. "Yes, I do." 

"I... I, uh... no." Said Mo, shaking his head but smiling smally. "I don't think so. Come on." He patted her bum gently. "Up you get. Let's have other types of fun." 

"Come on, Mo, it's my birthday!" Gerty insisted, refusing to get up. "You can't say no to me on my birthday!" 

"Really?" Mo raised his brows, then lifted her up and sat her on his lap. "Watch me." He crashed his lips against hers, and Gerty sighed contently, but quickly broke the kiss. 

"Nice try, but I still want that birthday spanking." She laid back over his knees, getting comfortable. "I'll just be laying here until you do what I asked." 

"Really?" Mo rubbed her bottom gently, challenging her with a grin. "Then prepare to fall asleep, 'cause there's not a chance I'm doing it." 

"Mr. Vanilla Guy." Gerty murmered. 

"Mr. Vanilla Guy?" Mo asked, his voice suddenly jumping an octave. "I'm not vanilla!" He opposed. 

"Oh, really?" Gerty looked back at him. "When was the last time we did something kinky in bed?" 

"Well, there was that time, when... when we... when I... when you..." He stammered, thinking hard. Maybe Gerty was right. Have they ever done anything kinky? 

"The answer is never, dummy." 

"Okay, you can stop with the name-calling now." Said Mo with his eyebrows raised. 

"Or what, you'll spank me?" Came the cheeky retort, and Mo couldn't help but laughed. 

"You know what?" He thought a bit. "Maybe I will." He was still hesitant, but he would be damned if the nickname "Mr. Vanilla Guy" stuck. 

"So do it, then." Gerty encouraged, shaking her bottom once more, making Mo shake his head. 

"You are unbeliavable." That being said, he placed a hand on her bum and gave it a soft rub. "So, how does this tradition go then?" 

"It's simple." Replied Gerty. "I'm 27, which means I get 27 spanks, plus one for good luck. That one's supposed to be harder than the rest." 

"Twenty-eight spanks?" Mo's hand stopped mid-rub. "Wouldn't that... you know... hurt?" 

"Not if you're gentle." Gerty smiled. "But not too gentle. I wanna feel it." 

Mo let out a laugh. 

"Alright. I can't believe I'm doing this." He shook his head. "Let's start with a test-spank. I wouldn't want it to be too hard." 

"Or too soft." Added Gerty and Mo gave her a look but made no comment. 

"All right." Mo took a deep breath and looked down at his girlfriend. "Are you ready?" 

"I've been ready for the past ten minutes, Mo." She resisted the urge to name-call again to encourage him. 

"Right, right." Mo raised his hand, then sighed. "Here goes nothing, I guess." 

Gerty waited and soon enough, the first spank landed. More like a tap if she wanted to be honest, she could hardly feel it. 

"Harder." She ordered, giggling. 

"Gerty..." Mo was about to protest but Gerty cut him off. 

"I said harder, Mo. I couldn't feel a thing." 

She heard a sigh. 

"Alright, fine." He once again raised his hand, then brought it down, harder this time, making Gerty jump and moan. "I'm sorry, was that too hard?" He immediately began to rub the light sting away with worried eyes. 

"Just a teeny tiny bit harder and it'll be perfect." Said Gerty with another wink, and Mo couldn't help but chuckled. 

"You're crazy." That being said, he did as he was told, landing another slap on her right cheek, and this time the moan Gerty let out immediately turned him on. 

"Perfect." Said Gerty with a content sigh. "That was one. You need to count as well. Go on." She ordered. 

"Two." He spanked her again, rubbing away the sting almost immediately. "Three, four, five..." 

Gerty was in heaven. It was her first time being spanked as an adult, and Mo was perfectly gentle yet firm at the same time. Her bottom stung a bit, sending vibrations to her crotch. It was the best faint pain she had ever felt. She moaned and squirmed and could feel something hard poke her belly as the spanking proceeded. 

"Hey, you okay?" Asked Mo softly after the 14th smack, rubbing her bum. "Am I doing good? Please tell me if it hurts." 

"Mo, I will slap you into the next century if you don't continue right now." She could feel wetness between her legs, and Mo's erection turned her on even more. 

"Well, I wouldn't want that." Chuckled Mo before landing another playful swat. "Fifteeen." 

"Ah." Came Gerty's reaction and she lifted her bottom to invite further smacks. And Mo delivered. 

"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..." 

The stinging sensation intensified, but the more it stung, the wetter she got. 

"Twenty. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty- three..." Mo alternated cheeks and waited a second between each slap, making sure he didn't overwhelm her. It seemed like she was enjoying herself though, and Mo, to his greatest surprise, found he was, too. Much more than he thought he would. 

"Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven." He stopped and rubbed her bum immediately, which had a slight tint of pink on it. He wanted to ask Gerty again if she way okay but didn't have the guts. "Okay, Gerty, this is it. If you don't want me to give you this last spank, just say no. I can tell it stings, you know." 

Gerty smiled, loving how Mo always looked out for her. Sure enough, her bottom was stinging, but not enough. 

"And miss out on good luck?" She looked back at him, making him laugh. "Not a chance. Give it to me, Mo. I want it." 

"Alright." He lifted his hand, higher than before. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes." Gerty closed her eyes, awaiting the big finale. 

"And one for good luck!" The last spank came down, slightly harder than the rest and Gerty let out a yelp, though she was grinning like a fool. 

"Are you okay?" Asked Mo gently, lifting her up but making sure her bottom didn't come in contact with the mattress. "I can rub it for you if you wan-oof!" 

Gerty pushed him back on the mattress, rather roughly, if he wanted to be honest, but he liked it, nay, he loved it. 

"Wow." Was all he could say before Gerty kissed him, pushing her tongue inside his mouth and biting down on his lip. 

Oh, it was on. 

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About fifteen minutes later they were both panting, lying next to each other on the bed. 

"Come here." Mo rolled Gerty onto her stomach and pulled her close to lie on top of him. "Aw." He began to rub her bottom once again, though it probably wasn't stinging by now. "This was way more fun that I thought it would be, you know. If I had known spankings turn you on this much, I would have taken you over my knee many times by now." 

"Really?" Asked Gerty with a giggle. The rubbing was nice, and she buried her face in Mo's neck. "That's hard to believe, given how hard it was to convince you to give me a simple birthday spanking in the first place." 

"Yeah, fine." Mo chuckled as well, kissing her head. "It's only 'cause I didn't wanna hurt you, you know. I love you too much for that." He ran his fingers through her hair. 

"I love you too, babe." She kissed one of his dimples and he blushed, smiling down at her. She adored how Mo still blushed when given affection even though they've been together for quite a while now. "So..." Her voice trailed down. 

"Yes?" Asked Mo, twirling her hair between his fingers. 

"Do this again next year?" 

Mo laughed heartily, shaking his head. 

"You little weasel, you. Sure, I guess, if you want to." 

"Look at you, Mr. Vanilla Guy!" She playfully punched him in the shoulder, grinning at him cheekily. 

"Mr. Vanilla... I think you need another spanking." Gerty squealed as Mo gently laid her over his knee, his chuckles blending in with hers. 

"Mo, wait, no!" She wiggled, but Mo held her firmly, and she soon burst out laughing as her boyfriend started to repeatedly tap her bottom. "Mo!"

Chapter 2: Actions and Consequences

Summary:

If you've seen the limited series of The Flatshare, the beggining will be familiar. What happens afterwards though? Well, this is how I imagine it went down. Yes, this chapter too, contains spanking - only playful though - don't like, don't read. Otherwise have fun!

Notes:

Hey guys! This idea just popped into my mind somehow and I had to write it down. Hope you enjoy it.

"Hey, Tiff." Mo answered his phone with a smile.

"Hi." Tiffy sounded anxious. "Can I ask you a quick question?"

"Fire away." He answered.

"If someone were to, you know..."

"By someone, you mean... you?"

"No, not me, just a completely random... if anyone were to, you know, have... random, hot, naked type flashes..."

"Hot, naked type flashes?" Mo grinned as Gerty came into the room in her pajamas and robe, slowly walking up to him, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Yes, like..." Tiffy sighed, then finally, spit it out. "Sexy, naked type flashes after accidently seeing their flatmate naked... would that be considered normal?"

"Absolutely." Mo answered, looking at Gerty warily; she curled her fingers into claws and slowly moved them up his shin. "It's very simple. You just... fancy your flatmate."

Before Mo could do anything about it, Gerty dug her fingers into the soft skin just above his knee and he had to hold back a squeal; he was extremely ticklish in that area and Gerty knew it. His face crumpled into an oversized grin as he reached out a hand to stop her, to no avail.

"Um... no. I don't fancy my flatmate." Replied Tiffy. "Justin is still very much stuck in my head. I haven't moved on at all."

Mo was in agony; Gerty's hands gently squeezed his thighs and at this point he had two choices; cover up his laughter with coughing or kick Gerty in the face. Obviously he didn't want to hurt her but his reflexes were starting to kick in, literally; he had to move his legs or else he would go insane.

"Mo, are you okay?" Asked Tiffy as Mo coughed violently.

"Yeah, I'm okay, it's just... a cold." He lied while looking at Gerty and mouthing "stop it"; she just gave him an evil glance and set her eyes on his hipbone. Mo's eyes widened in terror.

"Look, Tiff, it's normal to fancy somebody even when you haven't let go of your ex yet." He sucked in a breath and covered his mouth to hold back the chuckle that wanted to escape so badly; Gerty slowly pulled up his shirt and her fingers wandered towards his hip.

"Is it though?" Asked Tiffy and Mo seriously considered hanging up the phone to be finally able to get Gerty's torturing fingers off his person, but he didn't want to leave his friend hanging.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Violent coughing again and a bit of squirming; Gerty's fingers stroked his hips ever-so-slightly, it was tantalising. The more gentle she was, the more it tickled and Mo was beggining to reach his limit. "Especially if you've seen that person naked."

"Okay..." Tiffy sounded like she was getting done with her questions and Mo thanked God inwardly for this. He couldn't wait to finally get even with Gerty. "So, I'm normal?"

"Yes, absolutely. Don't worry. You're good." He assured her. Gerty squeezed his sides and Mo let out another set of violent coughs, unable not to trash around now. He mouthed another "stop it" but Gerty just shook her head. She was having way too much fun to stop.

"Alright. Well, rest up, you. Feel better." Said Tiffy and Mo couldn't help but smiled at that.

"Thanks, Tiff. Bye. Bye, bye, bye." He quickly hung up the phone and was just a few milliseconds late to grab Gerty's wrists; as a consequence she was able to dig her fingers into his ribs and he let out a high-pitched squeal, then burst into a fit of giggles.

"Gerty, stop! You're killing me!"

"Not quite." Commented Gerty as she targeted her boyfriend's armpits, making him chuckle uncontrollably. "You're too ticklish for your own good."

"I hate you!" He mewled, very soon realizing that was the wrong thing to say as Gerty raised her eyebrows.

"Do you now?" She climbed on top of him, putting her entire weight on him and tickled him under his chin and on the neck.

"S-stop!" Mo was afraid he would soon wee himself if things kept going the way they did. So he did the only thing he could think of and hugged Gerty tightly. And then he rolled off the couch.

He caught Gerty and rolled on top of her, tiny drops of sweat forming on his forehead as the torturous tickling finally stopped. He pinned Gerty's arms above her head and just breathed for a minute, cherishing every ounce of air freely flowing into his lungs.

"What now?" Asked Gerty, giggling at the scene but slightly fearful of retaliation.

"Now..." Panted Mo, suddenly sitting her up and setting her on her feet with a gentle pull. "Now you're gonna get it good."

Gerty squealed as he heaved her over his shoulder, appearing to be in no hurry as he waltzed into their bedroom.

"Taking things to the bedroom, are we?" Gerty couldn't help but let the cheeky comment slip her mouth, although she had a feeling she'd regret it very soon.

"Oh, yeah." Replied Mo calmly as he dropped her on the bed, bending down and raising up his curled fingers asif he was going to attack and Gerty squealed... then, to her surprise she could feel Mo flip her over to her stomach. She couldn't comprehend what was happening until Mo jumped on top of her and held her down with one arm while the other one flipped up the back of her robe, revealing her pajama-clad bottom.

"Mo, wait, no!" She squealed with laughter, squirming around to escape but Mo held her firmly.

"Oh, you don't want a spanking now, do you?" Mo chuckled along with her as he gently patted her bottom. "That's too bad 'cause you're getting one. Now let's see, just how many spanks would fit your heinous crime?" He pondered, his voice playful and full of amusement. "Eh." He finally shrugged. "We'll figure it out along the way."

"Mo, no!" She kicked her legs in an attempt to free herself but knew she had already lost; with Mo's weight on top of her she was completely powerless.

"Mo, yes." He teased her as he gave her bum another couple of light pats. "You didn't think I'd only spank you on your birthday, did you? Oh, my sweet summer child. Alright, enough talking. Let's get down to business."

"Wait!" Gerty's giggles echoed through the room.

"How dare you make me laugh while I'm on the phone?!" With each syllable came a firm, slightly stinging but far from painful spank and Gerty squealed with laughter, her feet still kicking.

"How dare you use my own ticklishness against me?" He let loose another couple of spanks with a chuckle of his own as he watched her trying to break free.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, young lady, we're not even halfway done." He grinned as he stopped to rub her bum for a second. "Now where was I? Oh yes. How dare you..."

Mo continued to ask her questions, landing a light slap on her bottom with each syllable. He was braver than the first time he spanked her. He knew what she liked, he knew when to keep going and when to stop to rub a bit of the sting out before returning to spanking again.

"You - spank - naughty - spank - little - spank - minx!" - spank

Mo stopped with a grin and rubbed her backside a bit, feeling Gerty's entire body shake with laughter.

"I think I'm done asking questions." He informed her. "I am, however, not quite satisfied just yet. Maybe I went too easy on you on your birthday? I know I gave you one spank for good luck. I researched the tradition since then and the last spank is also a reminder to be good until the next year. Were you good, Gerty?"

Gerty was giggling too hard to answer and he let out a chuckle as well.

"No, I didn't think so. I hereby bring your birthday spanking forward as it seems you're in more need of it than ever. Aaand one. Aaand two. Aaand three. Aaand four."

He began the final volley of swats, waiting a few seconds between each spank just to draw it out. Gerty squealed, squirmed and laughed but wasn't kicking anymore, simply because she ran out of energy.

"Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight." Mo rubbed her behind gently for the first time in twenty-eight spanks; he took his time with it to make sure all of the sting was rubbed out, which wasn't much but he did it just to be safe.

"Well, well, well." He laughed and looked back at Gerty for the first time; she was wheezing with laughter, slowly trying to calm herself down. "If it isn't time for the infamous last spank." He patted her bottom gently. "Are you going to be good, Gerty?" He raised his hand in the air with a grin and Gerty burst into giggles again.

"I can't hear you..." He sing-songed, raising his hand higher and Gerty was quick to answer.

"Yes." She gave up completely, awaiting the final spank.

"Aw, I believe you." He cooed. "Regardless, one to remember to be good!"

The last spank echoed through the room right along with Gerty's laughter; it was quite firm but still not hard and he rubbed away the sting immediately.

"There." His grip on her loosened and he grinned down at her, patting her bottom one last time. "We're done."

Gerty still couldn't stop giggling, just lying there as she tried to get herself together while Mo laid down next to her, chuckling himself.

After Gerty calmed down, she sat up and slapped Mo's chest, not hard but definitely firm and he let out an "oof", still laughing though.

"I can't believe you just spanked me!" She reached out to slap him again but he caught her wrist and pulled her closer, his stubble tickling her neck as he showered her with kisses.

"Really? You can't believe it?" He continued the kisses on the other side of her neck and she couldn't help but laughed at the ticklish feeling. "I've done it before, why did you think I wouldn't do it again?"

"Not like this, melonhead!" She pushed him away and he chuckled as he laid back down beside her, looking at her with adoring eyes.

"Well. Let this be a warning to you; that's what happens when you misbehave." He tapped her nose and she snapped her teeth, making him pull his hand back immediately.

"You're such a jerk." She pouted and he pulled her closer with a laugh, kissing her forehead.

"Mm, I love you so much, Gerty. You know; this hurt me more than it hurt you."

"Liar." She elbowed him in the ribs but then snuggled into his chest, letting him baby her.

"Yeah, alright, I was lying." Grinned Mo, then tried to put on his strictest face. "But I won't be so lenient next time."

"Lenient?!" She sat up, then began to pummel him gently, laughing as he tried to protect himself. "That must have been at least eighty spanks!"

Mo chuckled and eventually managed to catch both of her wrists.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop, it was too much fun. I love you." He puckered his lips for a kiss and Gerty gave him one, still shaking her head.

"I love you, too." She snuggled into him and he sighed contently, wrapping both of his arms around her.

"By the way..." Gerty took one of his hands and guided it gently into her panties. "Surprise."

Mo's eyes widened as he felt the wetness between her legs.

"Are you serious right now?!" He looked at her asif she had just grown three heads. "You enjoyed it?"

"Why wouldn't I have?" She asked him with a grin. "Did you think that was a serious punishment?"

"Well, no, but..." He looked into her eyes and lust took over him. "Come here." He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding in-between her lips and he gently bit down on her lower lip. "I want you. Right now." He whispered.

"I'm yours." Gerty whispered back. "Forever and ever."

Notes:

Let me know what you thought in the comments, pretty please. Have a good day!

Chapter 4: Punishments and Rewards

Summary:

First of all: for anyone who's only seen the series but haven't read the book: Gerty is Maia and Maia is Gerty.

In this chapter, Gerty/Maia brings home a bad grade and Mo finds a way to motivate her to do better.

Just like the other chapters, this one features playful spankings too, so if you're not into that I'd suggest you read other fanfics.

Otherwise, enjoy!

Mo was sitting on the couch, studying when he heard keys rattling and the front door opening. He smiled and put his book down, waiting for Gerty to come in. Her getting home was always the highlight of his day.

His smile turned into a frown though once his girlfriend arrived in the living room, looking stressed and sad. He immediately stood up with worried eyes, walking over to her and pecking her lips quickly before rubbing her arms up and down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, but instead of anwering Gerty threw herself onto the couch with a deep sigh, burying her face in her hands and groaning.

"Hey, hey, hey." Mo sat down next to her, the frown never leaving his face. He reached out and gently peeled her hands off her face. "What happened?"

Gerty once again sighed, then bit down on her lip, now looking embarrassed.

"I got a "D"." She said timidly, looking at the ground.

Gerty was a law student, a great one actually, so this was a new situation.

"Well, that's..." Mo almost ended the sentence with "better than an "F", but fortunately stopped himself. Instead he just asked: "How did that happen? I'm sure you studied a lot."

"No, that's just it." Gerty lifted her head and looked at Mo, blushing. "I didn't."

Mo tilted his head.

"You didn't?" He always admired his girlfriend's diligence, so he was surprised to hear her say that. "How come?"

"I was... distracted." She still wasn't giving him a direct answer.

"Distracted by what?"

Gerty once again bit down on her lip, looking up at him, the embarrassment never leaving her face.

"Cat videos."

Mo managed to stay serious for a few seconds but couldn't hold his chuckles for long. Soon enough, he burst out laughing which was quickly rewarded by a light slap on his arm.

"Mo, this isn't funny!" Gerty complained, though her own lips were twitching. "I got a "D"!"

"I know, I know." Mo ordered himself to take this as seriously as possible but couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. "It's just, of all things to be distracted by..."

"I know." Gerty hung her head down. "It's so stupid."

"Hey." Mo reached under her chin, gently lifting her head up. "You know you can't always get an A, right? A bad grad here and there isn't the end of the world."

"But I'm better than this." Gerty opposed. "This just doesn't happen to me. I'm not like this, I always study hard. I just can't believe myself, really. I'm afraid it'll happen again. I just don't know how to motivate myself to do better."

"No?" Asked Mo. "One would think a "D" is enough motivation."

"Maybe." Gerty shrugged. "I don't know though."

Mo thought a bit before an idea came to his mind, the corner of his lips curling mischeviously, his dimples showing.

"I know what'll motivate you." He quickly reached for her and Gerty gave a surprised squeak, then burst out laughing as she found herself lying over Mo's knee, her bum elevated.

"Mo, come on, take me seriously, this isn't a joke!"

"No, it's not." Mo agreed, his face now serious as he laid a gentle hand on her upturned bottom. "You're in big trouble, young lady." He raised his hand high.

"Mo, I'm serious, let me up!" There was something about her voice that told Mo he should obey and he quickly unwrapped his arm from around her waist, feeling a bit guilty as he gently helped her up to sit on his lap.

They looked into each others eyes for a minute before Gerty's expression softened and she reached out to stroke her boyfriend's stubbled cheek.

"Look, I know you're just trying to cheer me up but I need to go study if I want to make this right." She gave him a smile. "Besides, you know a spanking is much more of a reward for me rather than a punishment."

"I know." Mo grinned cheekily, pushing her hair out of her face. "Does that mean I get to spank you when you next bring home a good grade?"

Gerty giggled and pecked him on the lips.

"I'd like that very much."

"Alright." He chuckled as well, standing her up. "I'm gonna make dinner, you go and study." He reached into her pocket and took her phone, pushing it into his own back pocket and catching her wrists when she tried to get it back. "You..." He gently tapped her nose. "Need to focus." He gave her a small smile. "Go on then. Study." He turned her around and lightly popped her bottom to get her moving, earning a chuckle from her as she walked towards their bedroom. Then, she turned back around at the last minute.

"Mo?" She asked and Mo turned around, frying pan in one hand.

"Mmm?" He raised an eyebrow.

"If I ever asked you to spank me as a punishment... in a situation like this, where I need motivation... would you do it?"

Mo just stared at her for a moment before putting the pan aside and leaning on the counter. His expression was stone cold.

"Is that supposed to be a joke, Gerty?" His voice was low but full of tension. "Because if it is, it's not a good one."

Gerty looked down, flustered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad, I just-"

"I'm not mad!" Mo raised his voice a little, then rubbed his face. "I'm not mad." He repeated, much softer. "It's just..." He sighed, then beckoned to her. "Come here. Give me a cuddle."

Gerty didn't need to be told twice, quickly crossing the room and snuggling into Mo's chest as he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that for a few seconds before Mo gently pushed her away, rubbing her arms up and down.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice." He said quietly. "It's just that... even the thought of hurting you makes my stomach turn." He gently stroked her cheek. "Nothing could ever make me do that to you." He touched his forehead to hers and both of them smiled. "I'll spank you for fun any day, but no one, not even you can convince me to turn it into a punishment."

"Okay." Gerty kissed one of his dimples, staring at him adoringly. He pecked her nose and she gave a giggle. "I'm gonna go study."

Mo nodded and watched her walk away when suddenly, another idea came to his mind. This time, it was him who stopped her.

"Wait a minute." He said and Gerty turned around warily; there was something about his voice that she didn't like the least bit. Sure enough, Mo had an evil grin on his face, making her stomach drop. "I think I found another way to motivate you." He slowly walked up to her and she gulped, stepping back a bit.

"And what would that be?" Her voice was shaking a bit and she looked ready to run, making Mo chuckle softly.

"The Tickle Monster."

Gerty's eyes widened in terror, her heart starting to race. They stared at each other for a while, daring the other one to make the first move and Mo immediately caught her once she finally did, intending on running away.

"No! Mo, let me go!" Gerty giggled uncontrollably as Mo leaned down and threw her over his shoulder, taking her back to the couch where he gently laid her down and sat on her legs, making sure she didn't escape.

"Mo, don't! You already have my phone! I'll study, I promise I'll study!" She begged histerically, making Mo laugh even harder as he took her hands and pinned her arms gently above her head.

"Oh, after this, I'm sure you will." He grinned and leaned down, kissing her passionately.

Gerty was pleasantly surprised, kissing him back and letting her guard down. Which, as she quickly found out, was a grave mistake.

Mo gently nibbled on her neck and she sighed contently, closing her eyes and biting down on her lip. It was after that that things went south.

Lost in enjoyment, she only realized what was happening once it was too late. Mo, since both his hands were busy keeping her in place, had leaned down and pushed her shirt up with his nose, revealing her bare belly.

Oh, this was bad.

"Mo, no!" She trashed around desperately, earning a chuckle from Mo. "Anything but that, please! I told you, I'll study! I promise!"

Mo shook his head with a grin, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"I know you will." He cooed. "That doesn't mean you can escape this." He tilted his head. "This is long overdue and you know it."

Gerty did know it, actually. She was the one who always tortured Mo with tickles and he very rarely returned the favor, simply because he knew how horrible it was to be on the recieving end. And even those rare times he did try to retaliate, he either went easy on her or was talked out of it completely by begging.

Not now though, thought Gerty. Mo always had her back, always stood up for her and supported her with his full chest. And since he wanted her to do better on her exams, he would make sure that he did his part in this, too. Even if it meant he had to be a bit strict.

"Now, before we do this, what do you have to say for yourself?" Asked Mo, wiggling his eyebrows.

Gerty gave a giggle; Mo asked this every time before playful spankings and tickle attacks, giving her the chance to soften his heart a bit or make him change his mind.

Having no excuses, Gerty tried a different approach.

"I love you?" She tried and Mo gave a chuckle.

"I'll keep that in mind. Alright. Let's do this."

Gerty wanted to protest but the first big raspberry came too quickly and she threw her head back with a squeal, giggling histerically. Two more came down before she tried to get Mo on her side once again.

"Mo, stop, I'm begging you!"

"Already?" Mo stopped for a moment, grinning down at her. "We barely just started. You're gonna have to hold on, this is going to take a while."

He ducked down and stuck his open lips against her bare belly, blowing as hard as he could and his girlfriend once again burst out laughing, trying to trash around but he held hear steady. He repeated the action two more times on the same spot before moving over to her ribs, giving smaller but very tickly blows on each side.

Now, he knew this was cruel, once again because he'd been on the recieving end before. But also because Gerty usually only tickled him using her fingers and rarely gave him raspberries. However, he had a job to do here, and to properly motivate her, he couldn't afford being too lenient. Not this time.

Gerty continued giggling, giving a squeal here and there whenever a more tickly raspberry landed. She was completely and utterly at Mo's mercy, which was usually quite an arousing thought. Except for right now, in this moment of absolute agony when she couldn't even ask for a break as she was laughing too hard.

Fortunately though, Mo liked to draw things out and soon stopped, letting her breathe with a smirk gracing his lips.

"Now, then." He didn't let her up, they were still far from that. "First stage is over, what are your thoughts?"

Gerty just laid there for a while before speaking up, breathing freely for the first time in a minute.

"How many more stages are there?" She asked. "Are we at least halfway through?"

Mo chuckled down at her.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Any more thoughts before we continue?"

Just the thought of continuing made Gerty giggle frantically and she once again tried to break free, to no avail of course.

"No more thoughts, you jerk. Just get it over with."

She immediately gasped, in unision with Mo. She couldn't believe an insult just slipped her mouth.

"Mo, wait, I didn't mean thaAAAT!" She squealed as Mo blew a giant raspberry right in the middle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Mo was relentless. Each and every blow landed on a different spot, covering her entire belly and ribs, jumping from one side to another. Gerty was now roaring with laughter, unable to beg or resist. She cursed herself inwardly for her stupid mistake; she angered the slumbering monster and there was no going back. Throwing her head back, she continued giggling, accepting her fate. It had to be over at one point...

"Well, well, well." Mo stopped once again, chuckling at his girlfriend's weak attempts to free herself. "As I'm sure you can tell by now, I don't appreciate name-calling. However, I can tell you this: we're more than halfway through."

Gerty let out a relieved sigh, happy to be at least out of the woods. She was even more surprised when Mo leaned down and and used his teeth to pull down her shirt. No more raspberries, that's good. But then what else does he have in mind?

Oh, bloody hell.

Mo repositioned her arms, holding them by her sides.

"Okay, I'm done keeping you in suspense. This is the final stage. However, it is a BIG one. I'm sorry but it has to be done for your own good. Are you feeling any motivation to study now?"

Gerty would have given everything at that moment to be able to wipe Mo's stupid grin off his face, but she knew better than to name-call him again.

"Yes." She simply replied, giving up completely. Mo must have seen the look on her face because his gaze softened and he once again leaned down, now kissing both of her cheeks and her forehead before leaning closer to her.

"Hold on, we're almost done. Now." He lifted his head. "If I let your arms go like this..." He gently unwrapped his fingers from around her wrists. "And let your legs go like this..." He got up for a moment to sit by her side. "You're not going to try to escape... right?"

Gerty's eyes widened. She was... completely free. She could move both her arms and legs; other than Mo sitting by her side, there was nothing keeping her from running away.

She knew she shouldn't. This was the last stage, it would be stupid to make it worse by trying to get out of it. Still, she couldn't resist. If only she could just get to their bedroom and lock the door... well, she would have to come out at one point, surely, but one problem at a time.

With a surprisingly sly move, she threw herself at Mo with a war cry, managing to take him down for a second. And then, she took off running.

However, Mo was much faster than her and quickly caught up to her, running up to their bedroom door and blocking the entrance. Gerty squealed and immediately ran to the other direction, Mo hot on her heels. They ran a couple circles around the kitchen counter, both of them laughing like crazy. They did the same around the couch before Mo dropped all politeness and jumped over the couch, managing to catch Gerty by the wrist.

And then, he tackled her onto the couch.

There was no discussion now, no talking about stages, no mercy; Mo dug his fingers into Gerty's belly and tickled her senseless. Well, not senseless. But close to it.

Gerty squealed through her laughter. She was able to trash around now since nor her arms nor her legs were restricted, however, it wasn't much help. If she was on her back, it was her belly at risk, if she was on her belly, Mo began to massage her sides.

"Mo, stop!" She shouted between her chuckles, weakly trying to protect herself but it was no use. Mo jumped from one spot to another, getting her belly, ribs, sides and armpits in quick succession, always finding another spot to poke. Once he had his fun with her upper body, he reached down and gently squeezed her thighs, getting the kind of belly laughter out of her that warned him it was almost time to release her for good. Finally, he dug his fingers into the soft skin just above her knees, laughing evilly at her outrageous chuckles. He kept up the attack for a few more seconds before stopping, letting his girlfriend breathe.

Gerty was just about to completely lose it when suddenly, the tickling stopped.

"That was for trying to run away." Said Mo with a playful look in his eyes. "As for the last stage-"

"No, Mo, I can't take any more of this, please!" Gerty begged, still giggling. "Do whatever you want to me, just no more tickles!"

Mo chuckled, quick to calm her.

"I'm just joking, I'm done, it's okay. No more tickles, you can rest now. It's okay.
You're okay."

Gerty rolled onto her stomach, just lying there trying to catch her breath, relief filling her entire body. Mo stayed by her side, rubbing her back gently and leaning down to kiss her neck. On the rare occasions, he always stayed with Gerty after she'd gotten her comeuppance, ready to smother her with love and make up for what he had done.

"Aw." He cooed. "I know this was a lot take. I wish we could have skipped this, but you brought this upon yourself."

"Really?" Gerty turned back to look at him, now breathing steadily. "You wish we could have skipped this?"

Mo thought a bit before grinning, continuing to rub her back.

"Nah." He replied. "It was fun. But for you, I'm happy that it's over." He took a look at his watch. "Alright, Gerty." He gently patted her bottom. "I should really get started on that dinner. Do you need any help getting up?"

"No." Her voice came out muffled as she buried her face into the couch.

"Alright, get up then, go study." He chuckled.

"No." She replied once again and Mo grinned.

"No? If you have no motivation, I can always-"
"No!" Gerty jumped up, towering over him and leaning down. "Try tickling me one more time and I swear-"

"You'll what?" Asked Mo as he stood up from the couch, this time towering over her. Gerty immediately stepped back with a giggle. "Well, tell me!" He teased her but she just shook her head and Mo's heart melted at her cuteness. "Aw, come here."

Gerty let her boyfriend pull her into a hug, sighing contently as she snuggled into his chest. They stayed like that for a while before Mo pulled away a little to be able to look her in the eye.

"Alright, no slacking off now." He reprimanded her with a gentle smile, turning her around. "Go." He couldn't resist slapping her bum one last time, chuckling at her slight yelp as she reached back to rub her bottom.

"Meanie." She mumbled but kept going anyway, eventually closing the bedroom door behind her.

Mo sighed contently as he looked around in the kitchen. The least he could do is make her her favourite.

2 weeks later ~

Gerty and Mo just finished the last episode of The Wire and were in a heated conversation about it; they still couldn't agree on which character deserved redemption.

"I'm telling you, just because they do bad things doesn't mean they're a bad person!"

At this point, they've been arguing for the last fifteen minutes and Mo, who was brushing his teeth at the moment only responded by grinning and raising his hand, making a yapping motion.

"Ugh, you're unbelievable!" Gerty stormed out of the bathroom and Mo chuckled, spitting. A few moments later he followed her to their bedroom.

He threw himself onto the bed and sighed, his voice coming out muffled as he buried his face into the mattress.

"There is nothing in this world I want more right now than a good sleep."

He had a long day behind him; first he went to work, then the gym and finally came home to study. After five episodes of The Wire he was completely knackered and ready to call it a day.

"Before you do that..." Gerty's voice trailed down. "I have a surprise for you."

Mo rolled onto his back. Gerty's seducing tone got him grinning but he shook his head regardless.

"I'm sorry, Gerty, I'm really, really tired." He gently nudged her with his foot. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise." He wiggled his eyebrows tellingly and Gerty laughed.

"Not that, melonhead. I'm taking you up on that promise though." She winked and patted the seat next to her on the edge of the bed. "Come here."

Mo obeyed, sitting down next to her and looking at her expectantly. Gerty reached down under the bed and gave him a huge envelope. Mo took it with a lopsided smile.

"What is this?" He asked, looking at her warily.

"Open it and you'll see." She smiled.

Mo ripped the envelope open and peeked inside; all he could see was a folder. He pulled it out and looked at it with a frown. After a few seconds of inspecting it, he realized it was one of Gerty's projects. And on the top left corner... was a huge "A+".

"What?!" He exclaimed, looking at Gerty with his jaw dropped. His girlfriend giggled shyly. "An "A+"? Gerty, that's amazing!" He tossed the folder aside and tackled her with a hug, making her squeal with laughter as she suddenly found herself lying on her back. "I'm so proud of you." Mo said between his gritted teeth, grinning as he leaned down and showered her face with kisses, making her chuckle even more.

"Mo, stop! That tickles!" She pushed him away gently and he smiled sheepishly, stepping back.

"Oh, sorry." He chuckled, stroking her cheek. "I got a little carried away."

"It's okay." Gerty sat up and pecked his lips. She looked at him, expecting something more but he just yawned, putting an arm around her.

"Alright, you little genius." He kissed her cheek. "Time for bed."

He was just about to move when Gerty stopped him by grabbing his bicep.

"Come on, Mo, you promised!" She jutted out her lower lip, looking a bit disappointed.

"Promised what?" Asked Mo with his eyebrows raised.

"Well... you know..." She blushed in embarrassment and it suddenly clicked for Mo.

"Oh!" He looked down with a frown. "Oh! Ohhh!" A wide grin spread across his face as he looked over to Gerty, finding her red cheeks adorable.

"That's right, I did promise." He giggled and while he was exhausted, he refused to back down now. "Alright, come here, you little rascal. You're in trouble now." He grabbed her gently and quickly turned her over his knee, getting a little squeal and a bit of laughter out of his girlfriend.

"I'm not in trouble." Gerty opposed, getting comfortable.

"I know." Mo cooed as he placed a hand on her bottom, rubbing it gently. "So... how many are we thinking?" He patted her bum lightly, looking back at Gerty. "Do you have a number in mind?"

She shook her head.

"I don't like setting numbers. Just make sure I get it good." She giggled, lying her head on her arms.

"Mmm." Murmered Mo disapprovingly. "I don't know about that. I don't wanna go overboard."

"You won't." She looked back at him. "I'll tell you when to to stop."

Mo looked down at her bottom, rubbing it gently one last time.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked although he already knew the answer.

"Positive." Gerty grinned. "Don't keep me waiting now. I've been a very good girl."

That made Mo chuckle.

"Indeed you have." He patted her bottom. "Alright. I'm starting now. Tell me if it's too hard or too light, okay?"

"Mm-hmm." Answered Gerty. She closed her eyes, placing her head back on her arms.

Mo shook his head and gave a silent laugh. Gerty was so content draped over his knee it was surreal. Regardless, he took a breath and raised his hand.

"Here we go."

He brought his hand down, harder than a tap but lighter than what Gerty was used to, watching her reaction. She didn't even flinch.

"Come on, Mo." She giggled. "You know I like it harder than that."

He sighed, raising his hand higher.

"Alright, you asked for it."

He spanked her again, this time using the strength that usually made Gerty jump and he accomplished just that, getting a slight yelp out of her.

"You okay?" He asked softly, rubbing her behind immediately.

"I'm more than okay." She grinned at him. "That's good, just like that. Keep going."

Mo chuckled in disbelief, still surprised that she enjoyed this but obeyed.

"Alright."

He began spanking her, without stopping this time; he watched her reactions as he alternated cheeks, making sure to wait a second between each swat and hit a different spot each time as to not make any part of her bottom too sore. He could tell Gerty was enjoying herself by the smile gracing her lips and continued, enjoying it himself.

About a minute went by without Gerty saying a word before Mo stopped, unable to help himself. He rubbed her bottom softly, trying to judge how much it stung by now.

"Why'd you stop?" Asked Gerty, turning back to look at him.

"I'm just..." He sighed. "I'm still afraid of hurting you."

Gerty sighed too, then got up and sat on Mo's lap.

"Hey." She cupped his face gently. "You know I'd tell you if I were in any pain, right?"

Her boyfriend nodded, smiling gently and touching his forehead to hers.

"Don't worry about me, okay?" She asked softly. "Trust me, I know my limits. Actually, so do you, you just don't know it. You gave me a phenomenal spanking the other day when I tickled you."

"Phenomenal?" Giggled Mo, shaking his head. "You really enjoyed it that much?"

"More than you can imagine." Gerty grinned, kissing his cheek. "Alright now. Let's continue. And don't be a sissy this time." She was being cheeky on purpose, even Mo could tell and decided he wouldn't let it slip this time.

"Get your butt over here." He said with fake consternation and once again put her over his knee, raising one of his legs a little bit to make her bottom an easier target. "I'll show you who's a sissy."

Making up his mind, he smirked and landed a resounding but far from painful or hard slap, making Gerty jerk.

"Hey!" She giggled, her hand automatically flying back to protect her bottom. "Mo!"

Her boyfriend chuckled along with her but was quick to rub the sting away.

"Yes?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry, that was mean."

She looked up at him, faking a pout.

"Kinda." She couldn't help but chuckled. "I had it coming though."

"Alright." Mo made sure all of the sting was rubbed out before looking down at her. "I suppose you'd like something in the middle then, right?" He grinned. "Not as light as the first one but not quite as hard as I just did..."

"Yep." Gerty nodded.

"Okay, I'll do my best." He raised his hand again. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." She smiled.

Mo landed a slightly stingy swat and followed it with quite a lot more, watching in amusement as Gerty giggled, giving a few yelps every now and then even though she was clearly fine. Now she enjoyed her little play spanking even more, kicking here and there with glee.

A few minutes had passed when suddenly, Gerty reached back to protect her bottom and Mo immediately stopped, helping her up and sitting her on his knee with a chuckle.

"That enough?" He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her cheek. "Aw, my poor baby. Come here." He hugged her close, rocking her. Gerty was still laughing but enjoyed the babying, burying her face into Mo's neck. "You okay?" He asked gently. "Do you want me to rub it for you?"

Gerty's bum was still stinging a fair bit, so she nodded.

"Alright, come here." Mo once again guided her over his knee, waiting for her to get comfortable before he began the aftercare.

Gerty nearly dozed off under Mo's gentle administration but managed to keep her eyes open, looking up at him. Mo was so focused on her bottom it took him a while to realize he was being watched. Once he did though, he gave her a gentle smile and his hand gradually slowed down before it came to a rest.

"Any more sting left in that cute bottom of yours?"

Gerty giggled.

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

"Okay." Mo carefully lifted her up to sit on his lap and kissed her delicately. After a few seconds, he pulled away and gave her another smile.

"Alright, let's go to sleep then. I'm so tired I could eat a horse."

"What?" Gerty laughed, snuggling into his side as he laid down. "You could eat a horse? Because you're tired?"

"Well, I... yeah, I suppose that doesn't make much sense." He yawned with his eyes closed, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand.

"Mo?"

"Mmm." He was barely awake but opened an eye to look at her.

"Thank you for spanking me." She drew a few circles on his chest with her finger. "I've become to realize that it's one of my love languages."

Mo burst out laughing, shaking his head and reaching down to gently pat her bum.

"You're so weird." He yawned once again. "But I love you. And you're welcome. Anytime those little PJ pants need dusting, you let me know." He kissed her cheek. "Good night." He turned off the lights, burying his face into Gerty's hair.

"Good night." She whispered.

Chapter 5: Mo's Birthday

Summary:

Just a chapter about Mo's birthday celebration and trying new things.

Gerty woke up to the smell of pancakes. Crap!

She overslept.

She promised herself she'd wake up early and make Mo a birthday breakfast, just as he did on her birthday.

Well, that's out of the window.

She sat up in bed, yawning. Carefully, she crept over to their bedroom door and peeked out before covering up her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Indeed, there was a plate with pancakes on it and a pan on the stove. Mo, however was busy wiping something off the floor that looked like a cracked egg.

He was in a perfect position.

Gerty always thought that Mo's best feauture were his dimples, but if she wanted to be honest, his butt was a close second. It was muscular and yet delightfully chubby at the same time. It begged for attention and Gerty was more than happy to give it to it and give Mo compliments, who'd always react by giggling in embarrassment. It was adorable.

The only thing that got more attention than Mo's bum was her very own. Mo never missed out on a chance to give her bottom a single slap whenever she bent down or went up the stairs in front of him.

Counting all the times he did that to Gerty, she owed him quite a lot of payback.

Right now, Mo was standing bent over while cleaning, giving her all the opportunity to get her little revenge.

She tiptoed behind him, just standing there for a while to make sure he actually didn't hear her. Finally, she drew her hand back, swinging it in the air and bringing it down in the middle of Mo's backside.

The answer was an unearthly squeal.

"AAAAAAAH!"

At first, Gerty thought he was screaming in surprise. That was until she felt her own hand stinging sharply. Damn, she must've hit him hard.

"Jesus fucking Christ-GodDAMNIT!" Mo clutched his poor bottom before beggining to rub it furiously, hopping on one leg like a child who's just been punished. "Gerty, you evil little... FUCK!" He screamed again. "What was that for?!"

Gerty's hand was still tingling intensely and she immediately regretted her rash decision.

"Aw, babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it that hard. Are you okay?" She giggled sheepishly.

"Am I okay?!" Mo's voice jumped an octave. "No, Gerty, I'm not okay! My ass is on fire, Jesus!" He rubbed the seat of his pants even harder, hissing. "How even are you that strong? Such a tiny hand... such a strong blow. Ow." He gave a laugh in disbelief.

Gerty reached out a hand to him, trying to make him turn around.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Let me just-"

"Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Mo stepped back, putting both hands protectively on his bum. "Don't even come near it! Stay back!" He couldn't help but giggled, and so did Gerty.

"Aw, come on, let me hug you at least! Please, babe, let me give you a cuddle!" She opened her arms wide.

Mo hesitated a bit, looking at her warily. She seemed genuinely sorry though and well, he could've used a hug. He walked into her open arms, leaning down to be able to lay his head on her shoulder. He gave a small smile when he felt Gerty rub his back, letting out a content little sigh.

They stayed like that for a while before Gerty pulled away slightly to be able to look at his face.

"That's right, baby me! I deserve it!" Mo snapped and she immediately pulled him close again, letting out a chuckle. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, which was Mo's favourite thing in the world. He closed his eyes, enjoying Gerty brushing his curls. Soon enough though, his back began to ache from leaning down and he let go of Gerty, straightening himself.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking guilty as ever.

Mo sighed as he thought about what to say, a frown still marrying his face.

"Yeah." He eventually said with a pout, then added. "Barely."

"Aw, I'm so sorry!" She buried her face in his chest and he chuckled, placing a hand on the back of her head and kissing her head lightly. "Here, let me finish those pancakes for you."

Mo watched his girlfriend work in the kitchen. Although he was - in both of their opinions - the better chef, he didn't mind her taking over for a change. Once she was done, she set the table and beckoned to Mo. Soon they were both sitting at the table, munching on their breakfast.

"I'm sorry, babe, I overslept. I was gonna make you something, but..."

"It's okay." Mo smiled. "Don't worry about it."

They ate together in silence for a bit before Mo leaned back in his seat with a frown.

"Hmm." He murmered, catching his girlfriend's attention.

"What is it, babe?" She asked.

Mo tilted his head, wiggling around in his chair.

"It's..." He squirmed a bit more. "It's my bum."

Gerty looked at him with a pained expression and opened her mouth to send another apology on its way but he was quick to calm her.

"It's not that, it doesn't hurt, don't worry." He smiled. "It's actually..." He tried to find the right word. "It sort of... tingles, you know?" He looked at Gerty, whose lips were now twitching. "It's actually kind of nice."

Gerty couldn't help herself anymore and began to giggle, shaking her head.

"Is that how it feels for you after spankings?" He asked, grinning at her giddiness. "'Cause in that case, I'm kind of beggining to understand you."

"It does tingle, yeah." Gerty nodded. "It has a warm afterglow. Like you said, it is actually kind of nice."

"Huh." Mo shook his head. "I never would have thought."

"You learn something new every day." Said Gerty before swallowing the last bite of her breakfast. "Speaking of learning..." She gave him a seducing grin. "I can teach you more if you'd like."

Mo stopped chewing.

"Oh?" He asked warily.

"It's your birthday today. And you know what that means..." She wiggled her eyebrows, confusing him even more. He looked so obtuse she finally took pity on him. "You get a birthday spanking, of course."

"Ohhh!" Mo nodded. "Yeah, that's right." Seeing Gerty's cheeky grin, he shook his head. "I mean yes, but no. No, thank you. I'll pass."

"Oh, come on, Mo, I'll be gentle!" She giggled but he refused still.

"No, Gerty. I've had enough spankings for today." He stood up, taking both of their plates and walking into the kitchen. Gerty followed him.

"I told you, I'll be gentle! It would be educational for you to be on the recieving end for once." She teased him.

"For the last time, Gerty, no." He leaned against the counter and opened his arms for her, rubbing her arms up and down when she came closer. "If it's any consolation..." He sighed, not believing his own words. "From now on, I'll allow you to give my bum a single slap every now and then just like I do to you, because the tingling is kind of nice, but only if you're actually gentle!" He looked at her seriously.

"I promise." She smiled.

"Good." He reached forward to peck her nose, then turned his back again, about to do the dishes when Gerty stopped him.

"Hey! The chef doesn't clean! Especially not on his birthday!" She pushed him away gently, making Mo laugh.

"Come on, Gerty, it's just two plates." Regardless, he let her take over.

"Wait a minute." Grinned Gerty after wiping her hands. "I have an idea."

"Oh, God, what now?" Asked Mo, chuckling as Gerty playfully slapped his arm with the dish cloth.

"You'll like it." She winked at him. "It's about those birthday spankings."

"How many times do I have to say-"

"It's not what you think, Mo!" She grabbed his hand. "What if..." She looked at him, eyes twinkling with glee. "I take your birthday spanks?"

Mo frowned, confused.

"You mean, like... instead of me?"

"Yeah, instead of you." She drew gentle circles on his chest. "That would beee..." She pursed her lips. "Twenty-eight plus one, equaling twenty-nine spanks. What do you think?"

Mo just looked at her for a while before giving a small laugh.

"I mean..." He shrugged. "If you want to, I guess... I wouldn't mind dusting those little PJ pants one more time." He poked her playfully and she giggled.

"Alright, it's settled then." She turned around to walk away but Mo grabbed her hand, pulling her back gently. Once she was facing him once again, he raised a finger.

"On one condition." He gave her a small smile. "Be on your best behaviour. No more sneaking up on me, no more hard spanks, no back-talk. Be nice to me."

Gerty giggled, hugging him tightly.

"You got it." She murmered. "Anything you want."

Mo wrapped his arms around her, smiling contently.

"Alright then. As our day's last activity today, after we're done with... well, everything..." He winked. "You can have my birthday spankings."

"Can't wait." She giggled. "Wait. Have you had your shower yet?"

Mo frowned.

"Yes, why?"

Gerty slowly walked up to him, mischief glinting in her eyes. Mo already liked where this was going and leaned against the counter with a grin. Once Gerty caught up to him, she began drawing slow circles on his chest with her finger.

"Do you... want to take another one?" She asked.

"You little minx, you." Mo chuckled. "Let's see, do I want to take another one?" He pretended to think over for a moment before shrugging. "This might answer your question."

He quickly stepped forward, grabbing Gerty's wrist and throwing her over his shoulder, making her let out a squeak and a giggle.

"Mo!"

"Yes?" He smirked, putting her down once they were in the bathroom.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"You know what, never mind." She kissed him passionately before closing the door.

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Mo had previously told Gerty that he'd prefer a small celebration and she honored his whish; she only invited Tiffy over and they had a lot of fun together talking, joking around and playing drinking games. As they got tipsier and tipsier, Gerty and Mo began flirting more openly and Tiffy eventually left when Gerty climbed into Mo's lap and shoved her tongue down his throat.

Speaking of Gerty and Mo, they spent almost the entire day in bed with their limbs tangled. Eventually, Mo was the first one to get up since it was time to make dinner. Gerty tried to talk him out of it, saying she would love to make dinner for him, but after a very honest conversation, they both agreed that none of them liked her cooking and left it at that.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Gerty crept over to Mo, making sure he didn't hear her before hugging him from behind, snuggling into his back. She could hear Mo chuckle and feel him gently rub her arm with one hand while the other one was busy stirring the pot.

"Well, somebody's cuddly today." He grinned, wooden spoon in hand and turned around, pulling Gerty close.

"Mmm-hmm." She agreed, burying her face into his chest and he kissed the top of head before pushing her away a bit to be able to look into her eyes.

"Makes me feel like you want something from me."

Gerty chuckled and gently slapped his arm, getting a laugh out of him.

"Can't a woman just hug her man when she wants to?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She can..." Mo replied, pushing her hair out of her face. "Doesn't mean she gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants."

"I don't want anything from you." Gerty frowned and Mo hung his head down so their eyes were at the same level, squinting at her with mistrust.

"No?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"No." Gerty repeated.

"Mmm." Mo murmered before shrugging and turning back to the pot. "Alright, if you say so."

"I do have one question for you though."

"There it is!" Mo turned around, pointing an accusive finger at her. "See, I knew it!"

"Fine, fine." Gerty rolled her eyes playfully. "Would you be willing to hear me out though?"

"Of course I would." Mo leaned against the counter, giving her a warm smile. "Spill."

"Okay." Gerty sighed. She suddenly seemed uneasy, not knowing where to start. "I was thinking about, um... you know... if maybe we could... oh, God." She rubbed her face and once again sighed.

"Well, we're off to a great start." Chuckled Mo, giving her a small nudge with his foot. "Come on, don't be shy. Not after you've made me this curious."

Gerty blushed, looking at the ground.

"I was wondering if maybe we could..." She paused. "Use some toys in the bedroom?"

There, she said it. She didn't have the guts to look up though. If she were to, she would have seen a terrified, wide-eyed Mo. Once she did look up, he was leaning onto the counter with both hands with his back turned, shaking his head.

"Who did I move in with?!" He suddenly exclaimed, raising up his hands and looking at the sky asif he was talking to God.

Gerty bit down on her lip but was relieved when Mo finally turned around, a huge grin gracing his lips. He rubbed his face a bit.

"Where did you hide all this freakiness before we got together?" He stepped closer to her and Gerty giggled, blushing again.

They stared at the ground before looking up at each other. Mo's face was equally as flushed as Gerty's and he shook his head before sighing.

"Alright, I'm scared to ask, but..." He paused. "What kind of toys?"

Gerty's face was becoming redder by the minute but she'd finish what she started.

"Well, something to... spice up my spankings with?" She once again stared at the ground before she heard Mo let out an unbelievably relieved sigh.

"Oh, thank God, I thought you wanted dildos or something!" He wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead and let out a laugh. "Woo-hoo! That was close!"

Gerty burst out laughing and he joined her before speaking up again.

"You know I love you but there's just some things I'm not willing to do. Thank God you wanna leave my butthole alone."

They continued giggling for a few seconds. As the room gradually grew quiet, they were both deep in their thoughts.

"Sooo..." Asked Gerty after a considerable amount of silence. "What do you think? I know spanking me is already out of your comfort zone-"

"It's not, actually." Mo interrupted with a smile, then thought it over. "I mean, I guess it kinda was when we first started doing it but I got used to it pretty quickly and now I actually enjoy it."

"Oh." Gerty smiled back at him. "Well, then..."

"Yes?" Asked Mo, frowning. Gerty looked at him tellingly and he took a breath.

"Oh, that's right, the toys!" He looked down at the ground, trying to find the right words. "Do you have... anything particular in mind?"

Gerty thought a bit.

"A paddle, I think... that's all I can think of right now..."

Mo blushed madly, unable to control his giggles.

"A paddle?" He asked, then sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know, Gerty, I... I..."

"Too much?" She asked, looking guilty. Mo looked at the ceiling, still shaking his head.

"I mean, if it's not too much for you, then... I guess it's not too much for me?" He laughed as Gerty's face lit up. "I mean, I am terrified... and I mean TERRIFIED... of hurting you, but... you've done such a good job guiding me all this time, so... I guess I'll... see what I can do?"

Just a second later, Gerty crashed into him with a hug and he caught her with a giggle, ignoring the pain in his lower back (which was caused by him being smashed into the counter). He hugged her close, kissing her head repeatedly and rubbing her back.

"Thank you." Gerty's voice came out muffled as her face was buried into Mo's shirt. Mo laughed through his nose.

"Don't get your hopes up just yet. Like I said, I'll see what I can do but nothing is for sure as of right now. Well." He pushed her away slightly, smiling down at her and tapping her nose. "Except for the fact that I love you." He suddenly paled. "Oh my God, the stew!"

Gerty watched as he spun around in panic, the smell of burnt food hitting them both and Mo quickly turned off the heat but it was no use. Their dinner was ruined.

"Oh, come on!" He refused to accept defeat, getting a spoon and tasting the food, then immediately spat it out. "Oh my God, that's terrible." Finally, he put the hot pot in the sink. "Uggghh!"

Gerty held her breath as Mo turned around and rubbed his face with his hands, leaning against the counter.

"No!" He complained with his eyes shut.

Gerty shut her mouth tight as her lips twitched.

This isn't funny. This isn't funny.

Mo slowly let his hands down, sighing before looking at Gerty. She hoped he wouldn't notice how amused she was but he did and immediately stepped forward.

"Don't you dare laugh about this, Gerty, this is your fault!" He really tried not to grin but failed, getting even closer to her and she took a step back, giggling herself. She couldn't help but stared at the counter beside him and he frowned, following her gaze. "What are you... looking at?" His jaw dropped at the sight of the wooden spoon that he put aside at some point in their conversation.

It was time for some payback.

They both froze, looking at each other, then the wooden spoon, then back at each other. And then, Gerty took off running.

"Come back here, you!" Mo grabbed the spoon and ran after her, immediately getting a squeal out of her.

"Mo, no!" She giggled frantically, looking over her shoulder. Mo was hot on her heels, laughing just as hard as she was. They ran around in circles, seemingly for an eternity before Gerty decided she'd be safer in their bedroom. Apparently, Mo read her mind and quickly blocked the entrance, making her squeal again and run to the other direction.

The played cat and mouse around the couch for a while before Mo eventually caught up to her and quickly tackled her, not giving her the chance to run away.

"Mo, don't! No!" Both of her hands flew back to protect her backside, her giggling intensifying as Mo sat on her legs and put the spoon down momentarily just to be able to pry both of her hands off her bum. Gerty squealed as Mo raised up the wooden spoon. She braced herself for the pain, closing her eyes and waiting for the first sharp smack... and that's when Mo tossed the spoon aside.

She sighed in relief, looking back at Mo who was still sitting on her legs, refusing to let her go.

"Aw." Mo rubbed her back, then eventually got up and rolled her over, sitting down next to her and leaning over her.

"Come here, you little punk." He kissed her and she kissed him back, both of them lost in enjoyment. After they were done, Mo just stared at her with pure love in his eyes. "I'm sorry for making you think I was gonna hurt you."

"Oh, come on, Mo, I didn't think for a second you would hurt me. Well." She thought a bit. "I was at least hoping you wouldn't spank me too hard. It's hard to be careful with a wooden spoon though, it has quite a bite."

"Really?" Asked Mo as Gerty sat up. "How do you know?"

"I grew up with an African mom, Mo." She rolled her eyes. "Let me just say she wasn't playing around."

"Oh." Mo nodded, rubbing her shin gently. "I'm sorry. Were you a troubled kid? Did you get spanked often?"

Gerty thought a bit.

"Let's just say I was headstrong. I got spanked quite a lot, but less than my brothers. They were little hellions back then."

Mo had a serious look on his face, continuing to stroke Gerty's leg. She reached for his hand, stopping it.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly.

Mo gave her a quick smile, shaking his head.

"I just... hate imagining your mom hurting you. I know some people say spanking is just discipline but I don't believe in that. I don't think that a grown, strong person should hit someone so small and defenseless. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying your mum was a bad parent, I mean, look how you turned out, she must have done something right." He smiled at Gerty, squeezing her hand.

She smiled back at him.

"She did her best." She replied. "But yeah, she didn't do everything right. I suppose your parents never hit you?"

Mo shook his head.

"No, they didn't. Which is actually quite surprising because I myself was somewhat of a hellion."

"Really?" Asked Gerty. "I wouldn't have taken you for one. So how did your parents discipline you?"

"They didn't." Shrugged Mo. "They just didn't seem to care. About me or my little sister. I basically raised her until I moved out."

"Oh." Gerty frowned, now squeezing his hand. "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't know about that."

"It's okay." Mo smiled. "Guess neither of us had the perfect parents."

"Nope." Gerty agreed. She leaned closer to her boyfriend. "Let's promise right now..." She looked into his eyes. "That we'll both do better than that. No hitting, no screaming, no treating our kids like they're our possession."

"Deal." Mo leaned in to kiss her.

"Deal." She welcomed the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mmm." Mo smiled as they pulled away. "I love you."

"I love you more." Gerty whispered.

They stared each other adoringly before Mo eventually sighed, looking at the clock.

"Alright, I guess we're gonna have to order takeout then, it's a bit late for me to start dinner now. What would you like to eat?" He stood up, walking over to the counter and picking up his phone.

"Whatever you want is dandy." Gerty leaned back on the couch with a content sigh. "It's your birthday, you choose."

"Are you sure?" He asked. "'Cause I'm feeling like Nandos."

"Fine by me." Said Gerty. "Order me something not too spicy."

"On it." Smiled Mo, tapping away at his phone.

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After they both ate - and took another shower together - Mo was busy in the kitchen, cleaning up the destroyed dinner while Gerty watched.

"Alright, I'm done." It was quite late now and both of them were a little sleepy.

Gerty stepped closer to him.

"Well, are you ready for today's last birthday activity?"

Mo raised an eyebrow before it clicked for him and grinned.

"Oh, that's right. Give me a minute, I'll be right there." He gave her an encouraging slap on the bottom and chuckled as she ran away with excited giggles.

Never has a woman in all history been so happy about a spanking.

He looked around, opening all the drawers.

There must be something here that Gerty likes.

After searching for a few minutes, he found the wooden spatula he used to flip the pancakes with this morning. He took a good look at it and swung it in the air a few times. It was shaped more like a paddle than a spatula, looking quite promising. He decided it would be worth a try.

He nearly left the kitchen before his curiousity drove him back. This time he took the infamous wooden spoon in hand, inspecting it carefully, wondering if it's really as bad as Gerty had remembered. He tapped it against his hand a few times before making up his mind. He held out his palm and, using a little bit less strength than the one he usually spanked Gerty with, brought the spoon down.

"Goddamnit!" He immediately dropped it, hissing and rubbing his palm, which was getting quite red. "Jesus Christ."

"Mo, is everything okay?" Came Gerty's voice from their bedroom.

"Yep. Be there in a minute!" He replied before putting the spoon away and closing the drawer on it.

What a nasty thing.

Wooden spatula in one hand, he once again started for their bedroom before an idea came to his mind. He walked into the living room and opened a closet, searching for the box he kept his sports gear in. Once he found it, he opened it and rummaged around in it before his hand touched something that had the right shape. He grabbed the wooden handle and pulled out the item. Yep, there it is.

The item in question was a ping-pong paddle. He hadn't used it in a while but it was in perfect condition. He once again reached his hand out and whapped the paddle against his palm. This was much more friendly than the wooden spoon, stung a bit but then again, it was supposed to. Continuing his experiments, he slapped his palm with the wooden spatula as well. It wasn't as bad as the spoon but definitely meaner than the ping-pong paddle. He switched his gaze between the two items, shrugging before closing the closet, figuring he'd let Gerty decide. He hid the items behind his back before opening the bedroom door and leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh, you're here." Gerty smiled at him. She was sitting on the edge of their bed, swinging her legs in the air.

"Yep, and I brought a few friends. Paddle number one..." He held up the wooden spatula. "And paddle number two." This time he showed her the ping-pong paddle. "These are the closest we have to toys."

Gerty started giggling, suddenly getting a little shy and climbing backwards in the bed.

"You don't seem too sure about this." Mo squinted at her. "Are you sure about this?"

"I am." Gerty said once she stopped laughing. "It's just... I didn't expect it to happen tonight."

"Well, am I resourceful or what?" Grinned Mo as he closed the bedroom door and carefully lowered himself onto the bed, setting the two paddles aside for now. "Come here." He patted his lap. "Come sit. I wanna talk to you about this first."

"That sounds serious." Gerty didn't need to be told twice though. Within a second, she was sitting on Mo's left leg, her legs between his knees.

"Don't worry." He chuckled. "I just wanna talk you through the process and see if you're comfortable with it."

"Okay." Smiled Gerty.

"So." Mo started. "I read up on the use of implements when it comes to spanking and-"

"Wait." Gerty chuckled. "You read up on it?"

"Well, of course, how else am I supposed to know how to use them properly?"

"It's not rocket science, Mo." Gerty rolled her eyes. "Go on though."

"Alright." Mo thought a bit. "So, I read that before using an implement, it's best to give a warm-up spanking with just the hand. The warm-up is about a few minutes of brisk spanks, usually until the bum is a bit pink. How does that sound?"

Gerty grinned.

"It sounds like I get to have a longer spanking, so great."

Mo giggled in disbelief.

"Only you can think that's a good thing." He pecked her nose.

"Anything else?" Asked Gerty.

"Yes." Mo nodded. "Afterwards, we can try a test-spank with both paddles and you can decide which one you like more."

"Mmm." Gerty had a playful look in her eyes. "What if I don't want to choose?"

Mo furrowed his eyebrows together.

"You mean, if you don't like it?"

"Oh, I'll like it, alright." She giggled. "I mean, what if I want both?"

Now it was Mo's turn to laugh.

"Well, I... I didn't think about that. Guess we'll... cross that bridge when we get there?"

"Alright." Gerty smiled and Mo smiled back.

"Alright." He replied. "Any questions before we start?"

She thought a bit.

"Are you scared?" She asked him.

Mo sighed.

"I'm a little bit nervous, yeah. Don't worry, though, I'll get over it once we find an acceptable strength for your paddling. How about you, are you nervous?"

Gerty shook her head with a giggle.

"Excited is more like it."

"Good." Mo smiled. "Wanna start now?"

Gerty nodded and stood up.

"Alright then." Mo once again patted his lap. "Over my knee, young lady."

"Every time you say "young lady" I feel like I'm in trouble." Gerty got comfortable over Mo's lap, pushing her bottom upwards and sighing contently.

"That's because you are." Mo gave her bum a playful swat, making both of them giggle. "Alright." He rubbed her backside gently. "Are you ready for this very serious spanking?"

"You know I am." She sing-songed. "Wait. Can you scold me while you do it?"

Mo burst out laughing.

"You want me to scold you? For what?" He asked, his hand still rubbing her bottom.

"Well, I gave you a really hard spank this morning. And ruined dinner."

"Hmm." Mo gave a small giggle. "I guess you were kind of naughty today. Even after I asked you to behave."

"See?" Gerty giggled. "I need to be disciplined."

"You do." He agreed. "Although, to be honest, if I were to discipline you, I'd tickle you rather than spank you. You and I both know you're enjoying this way too much." With a dramatic sigh, he patted her bottom once again. "Alright, I'll scold you to the best of my abilities. The things I do for you..."

"Thanks." Gerty giggled, laying her head on her arms. "Can we start now?"

"Bossy." With another quick smack on the bum, he took a deep breath. "Alright. I'm starting now. And remember; this is what happens when you misbehave."

The spanking finally started and this time Mo was confident in the strength he used, hitting one cheek before moving to the other one, making sure to cover every inch of her bottom in the process.

"Naughty girl." He hardened his voice, trying his best not to laugh. "Do you think it's nice to scare someone so early in the morning? With a hard spank nontheless?" He gave her a few more slaps. "Well?" He rested his hand on her bottom, waiting for an answer.

Gerty murmered something under her breath that he couldn't understand.

"Speak up now!" He landed a spank, a bit harder than usual but not enough to cause her any actual pain.

"Ow!" Gerty jumped, giggling like crazy. "No."

"That's very good, you're learning." He gave her bum a generous rub, feeling a bit guilty. "Are you gonna do it again?"

He didn't get an answer even though Gerty heard him loud and clear, she was just playing with him.

"Very well, then, suit yourself." He began a round of random spanks all over, just like the ones Gerty was used to and she giggled, kicking her feet.

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again!" She squealed and Mo laughed, giving her bottom a few gentle pats.

"Very good, very good. Now how about that dinner, eh? Did you or did you not distract me from cooking?"

Gerty chuckled, looking back at Mo.

"I might have... but guess what." She grinned. "I'm not sorry."

Mo shook his head, unable to hide his smirk.

"Oh, yeah?" He gave her bum a quick rub before raising his hand. "Well, after this, you'll be definitely sorry. And sore."

Before Gerty could react, Mo once again brought his hand down and she squealed, then burst out laughing. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and continued giggling as spank after spank rained down on her bottom, the strength just enough to sting a bit but not overwhelmingly. After about a minute, she reached back to protect her her bum and Mo immediately stopped.

"Too much?" He asked worriedly.

"Nah." Gerty smiled at him cheekily. "I'm just trying to make your job a bit harder."

Mo sighed, rubbing his face with one hand.

"You are just..." He couldn't find the right words, biting back a grin. "Right." He took both of her hands and pinned them against her back gently. "Now you're gonna get it good. No mercy for the next few minutes."

"Wait, Mo!" Gerty's laughter echoed through the room as the spanking once again started, a bit lighter than before but much faster. She squealed, squirmed and laughed, unable to hide her enjoyment at this playful punishment.

True to Mo's word, after about two minutes and a slightly harder, resounding slap, he stopped.

"Are you sorry for ruining dinner yet?" He grinned as he let go of Gerty's hands, chuckling himself as he listened to her wheeze.

"Yes." She finally replied, then faked a pout. "I won't do it again."

Mo's heart melted at her expression.

"Aw." He cooed, rubbing her back gently before letting out a laugh. "How was that for a warm-up? Need any more?"

Gerty shook her head with a giggle.

"No, that's perfect, thank you. I think my bum's probably pink by now."

"Let me check." Mo gently pulled her PJ pants and panties down, taking a peek. "It is a little bit pink, yeah. Warm-up well done." He replaced her clothing. "Wanna take a break? Or should we get to that birthday spanking right away?"

"I'm good." She giggled. "Do you need a break? How's your hand feel?"

"A bit tingly, to be honest, I can only imagine how your bum feels right now." He chuckled before turning his upper body around to look at the implements behind him. "Alright, which paddle do you want to try first?"

Gerty thought a bit.

"The ping-pong paddle, I think."

"Alright." He took the selected item, getting a feel for it in his arm before setting it gently on Gerty's bum, rubbing it in circles. "How does that feel?" He gave her a couple of light pats with it, watching her reaction.

"Different." Giggled Gerty.

"Well, it should feel different, I'm not made of wood and rubber, after all." He chuckled as well with another couple of light pats. "Alright. Are you ready to test it?"

"Are you ready to test it?" Gerty looked back at him. "Because you seem, like... really nervous, you know."

"Only because I don't wanna hurt you, Gerty!" He looked down on her bottom. "Oh, look, it kind of jiggles." He giggled, unable to stop with the pats now.

"What a discovery." Gerty rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, I'm ready."

Mo sighed.

"Alright." He began to rub her bum gently as he talked. "So apparently, the correct way to do this is to use less strength than normally, since the paddle does most of the work anyway. Just a flick of the wrist. Something like... this." He whapped it against her bottom gently, watching her reaction.

Gerty jumped but made no sound, seeming genuinely confused.

"That's..." Her voice trailed down. "I barely felt that. Judging by the sound of it I thought it would sting at least a bit but... nothing."

"Huh." Mo raised the paddle to inspect it, not that there was anything to actually see. "Do you... want me to go a bit harder?" He asked.

"Yeah." Gerty looked back at him, jutting out her lower lip. "Come on, Mo, don't look so scared. I won't break."

"Wouldn't you be scared if you were me?" He asked, resting the paddle on her bottom.

"Well, I..." Gerty took a bit of time to think about it. "Yeah, maybe. Yeah, I guess I'd be nervous."

"See?" He smiled, then sighed. "Alright, let's try again." He raised up the paddle, a bit higher this time. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Gerty answered.

Just a second later, Mo gave her the second swat, using the strength he usually spanked her with this time.

Same reaction.

"That thing is useless!" Gerty turned around to look at Mo, who had a smile on his face.

"Well, there's that then. I'm not spanking you any harder than this so indeed, this thing is useless." He put it aside. "Wanna try the other one?"

Gerty nodded and Mo reached for the wooden spatula. Just as before, he rubbed it against her bottom before giving it a couple of light pats.

"Oh." Gerty flinched a bit, then giggled. "That one already stings a bit."

"Already?" Asked Mo, quickly switching back to rubbing. "I'm gonna have to be really careful with it then."

"You'll do just fine." Gerty encouraged him and he let out a laugh.

"I have no chance, do I?" He stopped the rubbing. "Alright, are you ready for the test?"

"Yep." Gerty laid her head on her arms and shut her eyes, slightly nervous herself even though she'd never admit it to Mo.

"Alright." Said Mo. "Here we go."

Just a second later, a swat came down across her right buttcheek, quick and stinging.

"Ow!" She couldn't help herself and reached back, making Mo immediately drop the spatula.

"Aw, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" His voice was filled with guilt and regret and he quickly sat her up to be able to look her in the eyes.

"I'm fine, Mo, it's just... ow. This thing, unlike the other one, is the opposite of useless." She reached back once again, giving her bottom a vigorious rub.

"Aw, I'm so sorry. Come here." He hugged her close, kissing the top of her head repeatedly. "See, this is what I was afraid of. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Gerty snuggled into him, quick to calm him though.

"Mo, don't worry, you didn't hurt me. Hey! Look at me!" She lifted his head up and he looked into her eyes, looking like a puppy that's just been kicked. "Hey." She kissed his forehead softly. "If you were to hurt me, I wouldn't be sitting on your lap this comfortably now would I?" She smiled at him. "That was just... a bit more stingy than what I'm usually used to. I'm okay though. I'm ready to continue."

"Continue?" Mo couldn't believe his ears. "After what I just did?"

"Mo..." She reached out to stroke his cheek. "You just have to tone it down a little, is all. It'll be fine, I promise."

Mo shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't know, Gerty..."

"Come on, one more try. If it hurts, I promise I will tell you and we can stop. Let's just try this one more time. Please?" She practically begged him and he let out a laugh.

"What am I going to do with you?" He shook his head in disbelief. "You are such a little freak, you're lucky I love you. Alright, one more try. Let's do this before I change my mind."

Gerty giggled and immediately climbed over his knee again, shaking her bottom to cheer him up.

"Okay." Mo couldn't help but grinned at that, taking the spatula once again. "Alright, here we go. Last chance." With a breath, he slowly raised the spatula and brought it down on her bottom, just enough for the smack to be hearable.

"Oh-ho-kay." Gerty jumped with a giggle. "That's what I'm talking about. Perfect. Just like that. Keep going."

Mo shook his head, chuckling.

"You, woman, are going to be the death of me." Taking courage, he slapped her bottom once more. "Two."

Gerty continued laughing as Mo picked up the pace, alternating cheeks as he spanked.

"Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..."

Mo was extremely careful, Gerty could tell. The swats landing on her sit-spots were very light and just slightly harder on the rest of her bottom. She kicked her legs with glee, enjoying the spanking.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight." Mo stopped, giving her bum a little rub with the spatula. "Well, Gerty, are you ready for the big finale?"

Gerty turned back to look at him, happy too see him smile.

"Yes." She giggled.

"And one for good luck!" He brought the spatula down one last time in the middle of her bottom, barely harder than before and Gerty jumped with a small squeak before bursting into laughter.

"Alright." Mo grinned, tossing the spatula aside and rubbing her bottom gently. "How are we feeling?"

"Good." Gerty sighed contently. "Keep doing that. It feels good."

Mo chuckled, obliging happily. He rubbed her bum for about half a minute before the steadiness of Gerty's breathing became suspicious.

"Hey!" He laughed, digging his fingers into her sides. "Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Nooo!" Gerty was immediately awake at the ticklish feeling, giggling as she pushed Mo's hands away, sitting up quickly. Once her bottom touched the mattress though, she scrunched up her nose.

"I think I'm gonna sleep on my belly tonight."

"Aw." Mo cooed as she climbed into bed, following her quickly. "Here, let me rub it for you." He said softly as he laid down on his back, reaching one of his hands out to turn off the lights while the other one gently rubbed his girlfriend's bottom. "How does that feel?"

"Good." Came the sleepy answer. "Can you do this all night?"

Mo chuckled, kissing her neck.

"I'll keep going until you fall asleep. Good night."

"Good night." Soon enough, Gerty was fast asleep and Mo smiled as he closed his eyes.

As freaky as Gerty was, he couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.

Chapter 6: Valentine's Day

Summary:

Mo goes the extra mile to make Valentine's Day special for Gerty.

Well, this is awkward.

Mo was taking his fifth round around the block now, always stopping at a certain shop but never having the guts to actually go in. How even do people do this?

Well, people usually don't do it like this. Not smart people, anyway. Smart people go online to order these kind of stuff, a few weeks before they need them. Mo cursed himself inwardly for not being smart. He could've spared himself the embarrassment.

Well, too little too late now.

He once again stopped in front of the shop, stepping from one foot to another.

You can do this, Mo. You can do this.

With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the doorknob and entered the small room, closing the door behind him.

For the first time in his life, Mo was inside a sex shop.

"Hello?" He looked around warily.

"Hi, darling!" To Mo's greatest surprise, a woman in her late fifties emerged from behind the counter, smiling kindly. "Can I help you?"

"Well, I'm..." Mo scratched his head. To be fair, he was in need of help but refused to admit it just yet. "I'm just... looking around for now, if that's alright."

"Have at it, honey." The woman winked, then disappeared behind the counter again.

Mo pursed his lips together, hands clasped behind his back as he started the tour.

Well, this was just... a lot to look at.

He couldn't help but stopped at the dildo's section, looking around to make sure the woman wasn't looking at him. Then, using his index finger and thumb, he took the measurements of a relatively big dildo and held his fingers to his pants. A small smile spread across his face.

He felt a bit good about himself.

He left the dildo's section and went to see the handcuffs, then the battery operated toys, then the sex dolls, getting more and more uncomfortable as time passed. Finally, he stopped in the middle of the store and hung his head down, burying his face in his hands. What was he supposed to do?

"Oh, my sweet baby boy."

Mo immediately whipped his head up, looking around to try and identify the owner of the voice he just heard. Since who knows when, the woman who was behind the counter when he walked in was now in front of the counter, leaning against it lazily and looking at him with a motherly, pitying smile.

"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

The empathy in her voice immediately made Mo confess.

"No, miss." He sighed.

The woman jutted out her lower lip a bit, tilting her head down.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Her entire being radiated kindness. She was the opposite of what a sex shop worker was like in Mo's mind; he expected a young, dispassionate girl in her early twenties with lots of piercings and tattoos or a wrinkled, perverted little man with a bad habit of licking his lips too often.

"Yes, miss, thank you, miss."

"Call me Patty, honey." She extended her hand and Mo shook it.

"Mo." He replied, smiling smally.

"Okay, Mo." The woman looked around in the store, keeping one eye on him. "So... boyfriend or girlfriend?" She squinted at him.

"Girlfriend." Replied Mo.

"Right." Patty nodded. "What's her name again?"

"Gerty." Mo smiled. He was unable to mention his girlfriend's name without happiness filling his whole body.

"Gerty, I see." Patty smiled back. "Tell me about her. What's she like? Does she work? Does she study? Is she pretty?"

"She's the prettiest girl in the world." Mo gushed. "She's a law-school graduate, so, soon-to-be lawyer. She's extremely diligent, very smart, very kind... she can be very serious when needed, but also super goofy at the same time. She's... amazing, really." He frowned. "And a horrible cook, but to her defense, she really tries."

Patty giggled.

"Okay, loverboy. Sounds like you've got yourself the dream girl right there."

"I do." Mo sighed contently.

"You know..." Patty thought a bit. "My experience with women working in high-power jobs is that in the bedroom, they like to be the exact opposite, which is, of course, submissive." She grinned at Mo's appalled expression. "Is Gerty submissive?"

Once Mo got over his surprisement at the woman's professionalism, he nodded.

"Yes, she is." He was actually relieved that he didn't have to be the one saying it.

"Mmm." Patty stroked her chin. "How submissive?"

Mo just looked at her, completely lost, having no idea how to answer that. He could tell that the woman was trying hard not to laugh and he blushed a little.

"For example, how does she feel about... getting restrained?"

"Oh!" Mo exclaimed, frowning. "Oh, not great at all. That's not her thing."

"Okay." She beckoned to Mo and he followed her to the next section. "Let's see." She pointed at the dildos. "How would she feel about these?"

"Not her thing either. She's..."

"Content with what she's got?" Patty grinned and Mo's face turned beet red. "Okay, I see. How about... these?" She walked over to the vibrators. "These are great for self-pleasure but also for couples who like controlling when their spouse should, well... reach peak delight?"

Mo scratched his beard.

"I don't know, miss..."

"Patty."

"Right. Patty. Sorry." Mo grimaced. "I'm not sure she would enjoy me getting to decide when she can... she's... she has strong opinions, you know?" He really hoped she knew what he was getting at because he couldn't explain it any better. "She knows what she wants and the when and the who and the where and the why. She's very... game, do you know what I mean?"

Patty nodded.

"I think I do." Turning her back to the shelves, she looked Mo in the eye. "Do you know what else I know?"

Mo looked at her so obtusely she nearly laughed again but eventually managed to keep her cool.

"I know that there's something you're not telling me." She looked at him with an inquiring look. "I have a feeling that there's something your little dream-girl likes, something very particular." She raised an eyebrow. "So... what would that be?"

Mo flushed in embarrassment. How is this woman so insightful?

"Well, she's..." Mo coughed, looking down at the ground. "She... she likes it when I... when I... she... she likes to be..." This was torture. He wished more than anything he didn't leave this to the last minute and just ordered something online.

"The store closes in six hours, you might want to hurry." Patty teased him and Mo took a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

"She likes to be spanked." He finally spat it out, looking at the woman miserably, expecting her to laugh at him but she just rolled her eyes.

"Well, why didn't you start with that? Come this way, my boy! I know just what you need."

Mo sighed in relief as he followed Patty to the back of the store.

"Wow." Was all he could say once they arrived. "That's just... wow."

"Quite the selection, isn't it?" The woman seemed proud and Mo gave her a strange look before looking back at... well, everything, all at once. He just couldn't not stare. "Go on then!" Patty encouraged him with a smile. "I bet you'll find something you, or... Gerty would like."

Mo nodded and started walking very slowly, making sure to look at every single object on his way.

He was in paddle heaven.

Well, he could see whips and canes as well, but mostly paddles. Even now he had no idea how to choose so he just kept walking around, trying to look like he knew his stuff. Patty wasn't easily fooled though.

"Honey?" She asked, and Mo turned around to look at her with a frown. She gave him a warm smile. "You look like a lost puppy."

Against his own will, Mo laughed, probably out of nervousness and Patty joined him. Once they were both done, Mo felt free of all tension and just stood there, looking out of place.

"Maybe more questions would help." Offered the woman. "Are you guys using any implements yet? Or would this be the first time?"

Mo thought a bit.

"Well, we... we did try once, we used... I used a wooden spatula and it was... kind of a lot at first, but then she liked it... I'm looking for something different right now, you know? Something more... playful. Something that's not too scary but more powerful than my bare hand. Do you have any... recommendations?"

Patty smiled.

"Well, that depends." She looked around. "Do you guys like to roleplay?"

Mo was unprepared for this question. After a while though, he shook his head.

"We haven't done anything like that yet, no."

"Okay, something neutral, then." Patty once again looked around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Silly me, it's Valentine's Day! I know just what you need!" She ran back to the counter and pulled out a box. "These came in about a week ago. Here, take a look!"

Her hand disappeared in the box for a minute before she pulled out an item and gave it to Mo.

A few seconds of silence followed.

"This is perfect!" Mo's face lit up immediately as he looked at it. "Aw, Gerty's going to love this!"

The item in question was a not too thick, not too thin leather paddle with a small, heart-shaped hole in it. Mo slapped it against his palm and noted joyfully that it didn't sting any more than it needed to.

"Thank you, Patty. This is great!" He smiled and Patty beamed.

"I take it you're going to take it home with you then?"

"Definitely." Mo gave the paddle back and let her ring him up. Patty put the paddle in a brown bag and put it on the counter.

"Alright, darling, that will be £27.39."

Mo touched his card to the terminal and took the bag, ready walk out with a hearty "thank you" and a "bye" before an idea popped into his mind, and he turned back.

"Say, Patty..." He thought a bit. "Can I just ask you one more thing?"

"Sure, honey, that's what I'm here for. What do you need?"

"Well..." He shoved a hand in his pocket. "Just the other day, Gerty got a "D" on a test and was very upset about it, saying she might need a punishment spanking but I immediately refused because, well, I would never hurt her. However, she does like playful punishments and being scolded, so if we were to, you know, roleplay after all... what would you recommend doing it with?"

"The classic naughty student, huh?" Patty grinned, then beckoned to him. "Come with me, dear, I've got just the thing."

Mo once again followed her to the back of the store and was surprised when she reached for a relatively short wooden cane.

"This, my boy, is bamboo cane." She stroked it adeptly. She then looked at Mo, thinking a bit before letting the cane down. "Hold your hand out for me, please."

Mo froze. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He looked down at his own hand hesitantly, then back at Patty.

"Come on now, I don't have all day." Her small smile convinced Mo that he didn't have much to be afraid of and he eventually obeyed, holding out his left hand for her.

Before he knew it, the bamboo cane had descended on his palm, leaving a sharp sting and he immediately hissed, pulling his hand back.

"Ow!" He shook his hand for a few seconds, biting back a few very juicy nasty words.

"Now your other hand, please." Patty deadpanned and Mo shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't know, Patty-"

"Other hand, please!" Now this was no longer a request but a command, and Mo instinctively complied.

With a woosh, the bamboo cane once again landed, but instead of the sharp pain, Mo felt his hand sting a bit, nothing tragic though.

"Oh, that wasn't so bad." He lifted up his hand to inspect it and saw a very light pink line.

"Don't worry, it'll disappear within a minute." Patty handed the cane over to Mo, who stroked it just like she did not too long ago. "Well, I trust you know how to use a cane now?"

"I most certainly do." Mo nodded as he looked at his other palm, which was red and still throbbing.

"Well, what do you think, is your girl naughty enough for a cane like this?" Patty smiled.

Mo let out a laugh, that was a no-brainer.

"She sure is. I think she'll like it, too." The reason he was so sure about this was that Gerty loved to push his limits, and this was definitely pushing it.

"Alright then." Patty reached for Mo's red palm and gave it a soft kiss, then took the bamboo cane from him. "Let me ring it up for you then."

Mo followed her back to the counter and paid for the cane before sighing contently.

"Thank you, Patty. You really saved my life here, you know."

Patty reached out with a smile and gently squeezed his arm.

"Well, I'm rarely accused of that, so you're welcome, honey. Come back when your girl's ready to try new things, yeah?" She winked at Mo and he chuckled wholeheartedly.

"I will, I will. Alright, bye, Patty!" He turned around, clutching the brown bag as he went.

"Bye-bye, darling!"

--

Mo was nervous, although he wasn't quite sure why. Gerty and him had been together for a while now, not only did she acknowledge him but he was officially her boyfriend; something that made Mo extremely happy. So it would make sense to celebrate Valentine's Day together, right?

Right?

Well, whether or not Gerty wanted to celebrate, he definitely did. Actually, if it were possible, he'd celebrate the fact that she's his girlfriend every single day because, well, this was a dream come true.

The turning of the doorknob snapped him out of his thoughts and he jumped up, a bouquet in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other, heart racing. The table was set beautifully by Mo, with candles and rose pallets and one of Gerty's favourite dishes, which was orange chicken. He could have ordered takeout but he cooked it himself, after all, it was more romantic this way.

Only once Gerty arrived, did both of them freeze.

Mo's stomach dropped at the sight. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, after all they've been through together. Someone had clearly preluded him.

Gerty was standing in the middle of the room, eyes widened in terror. She was holding a bouquet in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other, looking like Mo's reflection, only... smaller and female.

Mo opened his mouth and was just about to speak when Gerty quickly shook her head.

"Okay, Mo, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I can explain. Just listen, I can explain. It's not what you think."

Mo was instantly relieved but couldn't hide his confusion.

"These are for you." Said Gerty. At Mo's completely baffled expression, she shrugged shyly. "I bought you chocolate because I know how much you like it, but then I read an article online about how men usually only get flowers on their funerals and that made me sad so I bought you a bouquet as well, so... happy Valentine's Day?"

"Flowers?" Mo looked like he was about to cry and dropped Gerty's bouquet as well as the chocolate. "For me? Really?" He stepped closer to Gerty and she handed him the gifts, chuckling lightly as Mo smelled the flowers. "Oh my God, they smell so good!" He sniffed them again. "Aw, Gerty, come here!"

Gerty couldn't help but laughed again as Mo attacked her with a hug, wrapping her arms around him.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten, ever!" He gushed, the blushed. "Oh, sorry." He turned around, picking up the rudely neglected flowers and box of chocolate, handing them to Gerty. "These are yours, because it's Valentine's Day, and... happy Valentine's Day?"

"Aw, thank you!" Gerty smiled, taking a sniff of her own flowers. "These smell really good, too!" She looked at the chocolate.

"I couldn't decide which one you'd like more, so..." Mo smiled timidly. "I got you both."

"Well..." Gerty wrapped her arms around Mo's neck. "You know I love chocolate." She kissed Mo passionately and he kissed her back, their tongues touching. Soon enough they pulled away, looking at each other adoringly.

"Are you hungry?" Asked Mo and Gerty nodded.

"Starving, actually." She let Mo help her coat off of her. "Wow." The smell of food hit her. "It smells really good in here."

"Well, I made you your favourite." Mo smiled and pulled out her chair for her. "Would you care to sit, m'lady?"

"I would." Gerty grinned, taking her seat with Mo's help before looking at the food. "Oh my God, Mo, you shouldn't have..."

"Nonsense." Mo silenced her with one motion of a hand. "You know you love it. Dig in." He winked and Gerty obeyed, then threw her head back with a moan.

"Oh, my God, Mo, this is amazing!"

"It is?" Mo tasted the food as well, looking a bit surprised. "Huh." He chewed. "Yes, I suppose it did turn out pretty good."

"Told ya." Gerty smiled.

"So..." Mo poured her some vine. "How was your day?"

"Oh, don't even ask, tiring." Gerty immediately took a sip of her vine. "Just a bunch of law mumbo-jumbo all day." She sighed, then, her eyes lit up. "But I also got an "A" today!"

"An "A", really?" Mo smiled at her warmly. "Well, that deserves a reward." He winked.

"Oh." Gerty leaned back in her chair, a cheeky grin spreading across her cheeks. "What kind of reward?"

Mo chuckled, threatening her with his finger playfully.

"Already thinking of naughty things, are we? Such a little minx you are."

"I'm always thinking of naughty things." Gerty replied with a seducing smile. "So... am I thinking of the kind of reward that you're thinking?"

Mo shrugged, seemingly absent-mindedly.

"Am I? Who knows." He grinned as Gerty rolled her eyes at him. "Before we get to any rewards though..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box, putting it on the table. "I got you a little something for this special day."

"Another little something?" She reached for the box, shaking her head a little. "Honestly, Mo, that's too much. However..." She reached into her own pocket, pulling out a box herself, which was bigger than the one she got from Mo. "I got you a little something, too."

"Me?" He was touched from all this effort. "Oh, Gerty, you shouldn't have." That being said, he reached for the box as well. They looked at each other.

"On the count of three?" Asked Gerty, and Mo nodded.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!" They opened their boxes at the same time, gasping in unision.

"Oh, Gerty!"

"Oh, Mo!"

There was a few seconds of silence; Gerty was looking at an expensive pair of earrings while Mo was looking at an expensive watch.

"Wait, how much was this?" They asked the same time, then both let out a laugh.

"Not telling you!" They said in synchrony. "Oh, come on!"

They started giggling, harder than before.

"Well..." Gerty eventually sighed. "Guess we both went a little overboard on this whole gift-giving thing."

Mo looked down, letting out a single cough.

"Well, I... actually got you one more little thing, but... um... that's for the bedroom later." He looked at Gerty, expecting to be reprimanded for overspending but she looked just as flushed as him.

"Actually, I... got you something for the bedroom as well." She confessed.

They looked at each other for a while before jumping up, knocking their chairs over in the proccess and running into each other's arms. It was the beggining of a serious makeout session with their hands exploring every little detail of their partner.

"You..." Mo pulled away with a grin. "Are coming with me." He took her hand, dragging her gently.

"Where?" Gerty followed him with a giggle.

"To the bathroom, so we can wash off our sins together."

Their laughter blended in with each other's as they arrived, closing the door behind them.

--

"Okay, so... I'm going first... I'm gonna get your surprise." Gerty grinned seducingly. "I'll call for you when I'm ready."

"Okay." Mo grinned back at her, watching her leave.

"No peeking!" Gerty shut the door on him, making Mo chuckle. After about two minutes, he could hear her call him.

"I'm ready!"

Mo had to hold himself back not to run and stepped out of the bedroom, ordering himself to walk slowly. Once he reached the bedroom though, he couldn't take a step further even if he wanted to. He just stood there, completely frozen.

"Well?" Gerty giggled timidly. "What do you think?"

Mo shook his head, speechless.

"You look..." He paled, leaning onto the doorframe. "Wow, you look... absolutely beautiful. I... I..."

"Are you okay?" Gerty asked. "You look like you're about to faint."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, I'm just gonna have to... um..." Mo stammered. "Well, you know, every drop of my blood is in one particular place of my body right now, so just give me a minute until my blood circulation, um... restores."

"Oh, I see." Gerty chuckled. "Want me to do a spin in the meantime?"

"Sure, that would be- oh my God. Alright, that's enough, come here." Mo said after seeing the lacy, sexy, nearly seethrough, thin, black nightgown from the back as well, walking up to Gerty and kissing her gently, but with great passion.

They continued their makeout session and fell onto the bed, Gerty getting on top of Mo. Mo's hands slid down on her back before stopping at her bum, groping it gently.

"Oh." He suddenly frowned, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Gerty pulled back a little, squinting at him in the dusk.

"Well, it's just..." Mo groped her bottom one more time and Gerty giggled. "This is like... really, really thin. Like, too thin, I think."

"Too thin?" Gerty asked, straddling his lap with a frown. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that... hey, hey!" He sat up as Gerty got off of him.

"You don't like it?" She asked, looking hurt.

"Oh, don't be silly, I love it!" He leaned forward, kissing her cheek. "Of course I love it, you look stunning in it, and the thinner, the better, I can't wait to tear it off of you, it's just that..."

"What?" Asked Gerty, relieved but still confused.

"Well, I'm wondering if it's too thin for... well, your Valentine's Day gift."

Gerty tilted her head.

"Which would be...?"

Mo gave a laugh.

"Okay, give me a second."

Gerty watched him as he reached under the bed, pulling out a black box that was the size of a shoebox, only, it wasn't actually a shoebox. He hesitated a bit before giving it to Gerty.

"Happy Valentine's Day, I guess?" He scratched his head. "I hope you'll like it."

Gerty slowly opened the box and set the lid aside with a frown. On the red padding laid... a black leather paddle with a heart-shaped hole in it.

Gerty's own heart skipped a beat.

Mo tried hard to analize her facial expression, but for now, she just looked appalled.

"Too much?" Asked Mo carefully after five agonizing seconds of silence. Gerty sighed deeply before putting the box aside and standing up, walking up to the wall. Mo frowned. "What are you doing?"

Gerty turned back around, leaning against the wall.

"Waiting for... my blood circulation to restore." She gave him a small grin and Mo sighed in relief.

"So you like it?"

Gerty shook her head with a giggle.

"Like it?" She pushed herself away from the wall. "Mo, I want you to spank my ass red with that thing and then fuck me into the next century."

Mo couldn't help but giggled.

"I, um... okay, how about this?" He stood up. "I can definitely, nay, I would love to, as you say, fuck you into the next century and by God, I will, but..." He walked up to her, rubbing her arms up and down. "We're going to have to come to a compromise on the first part though, because I don't think I can, I mean..." He jutted out his lower lip. "Gerty, it'll hurt if I make your bum red. Can we agree on a healthy light pink?"

Gerty giggled, wrapping her arms around Mo's neck.

"Okay..." She said resignfully. "But." She raised an eyebrow. "If we're going to do this, we might as well do it right. And by that, I mean... with my panties down."

Mo laughed at Gerty's seducing voice, shaking his head though.

"I don't know, Gerty." His hands slid down on her back, gently patting her bottom. "This nightgown is already hardly enough protection at all, I really don't want you to get hurt."

"Oh, come on, Mo." Gerty rolled her eyes, letting him go. "How many times do you have to spank me before you start believing in yourself?"

"I don't know!" He giggled in embarrassment. "A few more times at least? Look, I've already come a long way. I know how to use my hand now, sort of know how to use a wooden spatula but I never used a leather paddle before. I'm scared, okay? I confess, manly as ever; I'm scared."

"So why'd you buy a leather paddle, then?" Asked Gerty with her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Because I love you, okay?!" Mo exclaimed, rubbing his face with his hands. "I love you and I can't say no to you, and you wanted toys and I asked you what kind of toys, and you said a paddle so I got you a paddle. There. Does that make sense?"

They looked into each other's eyes, both of their lips quivering with glee. Once they could no longer hold their laughter, their giggles echoed through the room and they ended up in each other's arms, hugging each other tightly.

"Okay." Mo pulled away after a while. "So... are we doing this or what?"

"Definitely." Gerty giggled, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed. "Sit." She ordered and Mo obeyed with a laugh. Within a second, Gerty was over his knee, bum elevated and squirming in excitement.

"Alright." He rubbed her bottom gently, shaking his head. "I'm still not sure about this, this gown is little to no protection."

"Did you hear the part where I said I want you to spank me on my bare bottom?" Asked Gerty, looking back at him, making Mo sigh.

"Yes, I did hear that part. It's just..." He continued rubbing her bottom. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mo, I'm sure." She shook her hip, getting a laugh out of him. "Come on, don't keep me waiting now."

"Okay, okay."

Mo reached down and gently lifted Gerty's gown, then pulled her panties down, tucking them around her knees.

"Well, this is a rather lovely sight." He admitted with a grin, making Gerty chuckle.

"See?" She grinned back at him. Mo nodded, now rubbing and caressing her bare bottom in circles.

Nearly half a minute passed before Gerty looked back at him.

"Mo, that's not what you're supposed to do with it."

Mo sighed.

"I know, I know."

"Come on, grab the paddle then." She encouraged him and his hand stopped mid-rub.

"Wait, no warm-up?"

Gerty shook her head.

"I can't possibly wait that long, I can hardly keep myself from jumping at you as we speak." She confessed, making Mo blush.

"Okay then." He giggled and took the paddle, setting it gently on Gerty's bum. "Let's set a number then though, just to make sure this bottom doesn't get too sore." He gently rubbed it with the paddle. "How many are we thinking?"

"Forty?" Asked Gerty after a moment of thinking.

"Forty?!" Mo sounded terrified. "I was thinking ten!"

"Ten?!" Came Gerty's consternated voice. "Thirty!"

"Thirty?!" Mo still couldn't believe his ears. "Twenty!"

"Twenty?!" Gerty whipped her head back, then thought a bit. Actually, she did like the number twenty. "Oh, alright. That'll work."

"Good." Mo patted her bottom gently with the paddle, watching it jiggle.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, Mo, just spank me already!" Gerty snapped. "You can play with my bum later, I promise."

Sighing, Mo rested the paddle on her upturned cheeks.

"Okay, okay." He said apologetically. "Alright. Here we go."

Soon enough, the first spank landed on Gerty's bum, loud and stinging but more importantly, sending strong vibrations to her crotch. She couldn't help but moaned, surprising them both; Mo looked down at her strangely for a moment before grinning widely, giving her another light slap. Same reaction.

Mo was careful to land each spank on a different spot and waited a second between two slaps as to not make any part of her bottom too sore.

"Three... four... five... six... seven... eight..."

He tried not to focus on the loud snap of the paddle but Gerty's moans instead, the noise of the paddle was scary. Gerty's small mewls of pleasure, on the other hand, were a joy to listen to.

"Nine... ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen..."

Mo could see a bit of colour show on her bare bottom even though he was barely using any strength. He shuddered at the thought of what this paddle was capable of if used for a punishment and resisted the urge to rub Gerty's bum, landing another spank instead, making her jump with a groan.

"Sixteen... seventeen... eighteen... nineteen..." He stopped, raising his hand slightly higher. "Twenty."

At the last, slightly harder smack with the paddle, Gerty's entire body started shivering.

"Are you okay?" Mo put down the paddle and rubbed her pink bottom gently. "How was that?"

Instead of answering, she got up and pushed him back on the mattress, rather roughly.

"Oof!" Mo was interrupted with a passionate kiss. He let Gerty take over, leaning back on the mattress and closing his eyes.

Soon enough, they were both naked as the day they were born, their limbs tangled and moaning each other's name, lost in pleasure.

And many more rounds would follow after that.

--

"You were so... so wet."

Gerty burst out giggling.

They were lying under the covers, Mo on his back and Gerty on his chest, snuggling into him with glee.

"How is it that you're surprised at that every time after a spanking?"

"I don't know." Mo shrugged. "Guess I'm a bit slow-witted."

Gerty sighed contently. After a few seconds, she reached down and took the paddle in hand, inspecting it with great focus.

"You know..." She smiled. "This was the best spanking you've given me so far."

"Oh?" Mo grinned down at her, stroking her arm gently. "I'm very glad to hear that. Patty was right."

Fucking hell, that sounded horrible.

"Patty?" Gerty pulled away from him, looking at him with a frown. "Who's Patty?"

Mo shut his eyes, groaning in annoyance.

Stupid, stupid Mo.

"Mo?" Gerty's voice was frighteningly cold. "Who the hell is Patty?" She waited a second before getting angry. "Mo, I swear to God, if you're playing with me right now-"

"No, no, no! No, no!" Mo sat up a bit, grabbing Gerty's wrist gently. "Listen, it's not like that, not like that at all, I promise. Just... please. Believe me."

Gerty stared at him for a few second, then raised an eyebrow.

"If it's not like that..." She was still a bit shaken up. "What's it like? I repeat: who's Patty?"

Mo groaned again, throwing his head back in embarrassment, leaving Gerty extremely confused.

"She's..." Mo shut his eyes. "She's the owner of the shop I went to."

He opened an eye and saw exactly what he expected: even more confusion.

"The shop you went to?" Gerty frowned. "What shop?"

Oh, dear God.

"The kind of shop where..." Mo rubbed his face in agony. "Okay, so..." He couldn't find the right words. "Basically, I... I..."

"Wait." Gerty looked at him in disbelief. "Are you trying to tell me that..." She pointed at the paddle. "That you didn't buy this online?"

Mo sighed in embarrassment, nodding quickly.

"You... you bought it in a sex shop?"

Another quick nod.

"On 6th Street? By the lamppost?"

Another quick nod.

Gerty's eyes widened. Then, slowly but surely, her lips started to quiver.

Mo gasped at the disrespect.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Gerty, or I swear to God..." He reached out to tickle her, managing to give her tummy a single scratch and make her squeal with giggles.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She intertwined their fingers to stop the attack and Mo let her, fighting a grin himself. "It's just..." She gulped in an attempt to hold her laughter. "You really went to a sex shop?"

Mo sighed.

"Yes, yes I did. Are you happy now? There, I said it. Yes, I went to a sex shop."

"You dog!" Gerty playfully punched him in the shoulder, grinning at him cheekily. "Good for you!"

"Yeah, yeah." Mo rolled his eyes but smiled smally.

"Come on, tell me everything." She snuggled up to him excitedly. "What was it like? And how does Patty come into the picture?"

"Well, like I said, Patty's the owner of the shop. She's a fifty-ish, tiny woman, very kind, very helpful. And the shop looks just as you'd imagine it, full of, well... everything that one could want."

"Okay." Gerty nodded. "So, you went inside. Then what happened?"

"Well..." Mo sighed. "I didn't have the guts to ask for help at first, but Patty immediately knew I needed it and asked me about you and the kind of things you liked..."

"Wow." Gerty giggled. "What was that conversation like?"

"Very, very awkward." Mo let out a laugh, too. "At first, anyway. She really quickly made me feel comfortable though so it wasn't that terrible. She escorted me into a room full of paddles, it was really quite scary, actually. And then she helped me pick yours. Well." He thought a bit. "She didn't quite help me pick, she picked for me, because, to be quite frank, I still wasn't sure what I was looking for. But when she showed me this paddle right here..." He pointed at it. "I immediately knew it was the perfect gift for you."

Gerty smiled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"And how right you were." She nuzzled into his chest, feeling him kiss the top of her head. She had a feeling, however, that he wasn't quite finished with the story just yet, so she asked: "And then what happened?"

"Well..." Mo thought a bit. Honesty was always the best policy, but he wasn't about to shoot all his guns at once. "Then I paid for it and... went home."

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Mo?"

At the mention of his name, he looked down at her. She was watching him with a mischevious smile.

"You're a terrible liar."

They burst out laughing in unision.

"Come on." She touched her head to his shoulder. "Tell me. What else had happened?"

Mo shook his head with a smile.

"That's a story for another time."

Gerty frowned.

"Why?"

Mo took her hand, holding it up to his lips and kissing it gently.

"Because I said so." He replied cheekily.

"Oh, come on, Mo." She nagged. "How am I supposed to go to sleep without knowing?"

"I don't know." He shrugged with a grin, then, an idea came to his mind. "Drink some warm milk, that'll help. Do you want some warm milk? I'll get you some warm milk."

"I don't want warm milk!" Gerty opposed, but Mo was already on his feet.

"Too bad, you're getting it!"

Gerty watched him walk away, then got up with a laugh and followed him.

"You're really not gonna tell me?" She leaned against the counter as she watched Mo put a cup of milk in the microwave.

"Nope." He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He gave her his most convincing smile, pecking her nose. "It's for your own good, trust me."

Gerty couldn't help but grinned back as the microwave beeped.

"I could just figure it out on my own, you know." She took the cup of warm milk from Mo, forgetting the fact that she didn't even want it in the first place, taking a sip. "I know there's something else you got me."

"Well, aren't you a little genius." Mo rolled his eyes.

Gerty ignored the dig.

"Where'd you hide it?"

"That..." Mo took the cup from her and took a sip himself. "Is for me to know and for you..." He poked her sides, getting a little giggle out of her. "To never find out."

Gerty laughed even harder as Mo heaved her over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna tear this place apart piece by piece if I have to." She told him and he chuckled, dropping her gently on the bed.

"Have at it." He laid down comfortably, putting an arm around Gerty's shoulder as she snuggled into his side.

"Jerk." She commented, and Mo raised an eyebrow, putting on his strictest face.

"Do I need to take you over my knee again?"

They both burst out laughing pretty quickly, Mo kissing her forehead as soon as they stopped.

"Speaking of..." He gently stroked her arm. "How's that bottom of yours feel?"

Gerty snorted.

"Why did I have the feeling that you're going to ask me this at some point today? It's sweet though." She buried her face into Mo's chest. "I love how you always check in with me. And my bum's fine, thank you. A bit tingly, just how I like it."

Mo let out a laugh.

"You crazy little lady, you." He reached for the lamp on the nightstand. "God, I love you."

Gerty raised her head up to peck him on the lips.

"I love you more."

After a few more seconds of staring at each other adoringly, Mo turned off the lamp.

"Good night." He kissed her hair and she gave a content little sigh.

"Good night." She whispered. "And just so you know, I will find whatever you're hiding from me."

"Sure you will." Mo chuckled. "Sure you will."

Chapter 7: The Naughty Schoolgirl

Summary:

Mo uses Gerty's laptop as his is broken and finds very useful information on it.

It happened much sooner than Mo would have thought.

He was alone in the flat since he didn't have any classes today. He did, however, have a long dissertation to write. He was typing away at Gerty's laptop as his was broken. There were at least five tabs open as well as a Word document.

Only a few more sentences... aaaand, there.

He was done.

"Finally." He sighed. He wiggled his fingers, which were stiff from typing and nearly closed the laptop before he noticed a new bookmark.

SpankingTube.com.

He'd never seen it before. What could this be?

Well... one didn't have to be a genius to figure it out. The name of the website was quite telling, and it sparked his curiosity. After a few seconds of thinking, he clicked on it.

He was immediately directed to the home page where he was asked to log in.

Welp, he thought. Guess the discovery is over.

He clicked on the username though and to his surprise, the page offered automatic fill. He pressed enter and boom... he was in.

Gerty's username was "mosnaughtygirl17", and that made him grin widely. He made it into Gerty's online life, and that was really something.

Once again, he thought a bit. He wasn't sure if Gerty would want him to see what he was about to see but he couldn't stop himself now. This was like peering into her dreams. And he wanted to make her dreams come true.

He clicked on Gerty's profile and saw that she watched quite a lot of videos, but only marked three as her favourites. He clicked on the first one.

"Principal Spanks Schoolgirl For Being Late", said the title. Mo's lips twitched in amusement. He clicked play.

The video was, well... just as he imagined it would be. The title was accurate and while both the "schoolgirl" and the "principal" were terrible actors who clearly enjoyed their little game, Mo could understand the message in it. He rewatched the video a few times, as well as the other two - which were quite similar to the first one - and made mental notes before exiting the website and closing the laptop. He leaned back in his chair, pursing his lips together and summarized what he'd just seen.

The implements used were a cane, a wooden ruler and a wooden paddle, all of them looking scary in Mo's opinion. The cane was thicker and longer than the one he bought for Gerty and looked very effective; he was happy he got a smaller and thinner one though, because he wouldn't have had the heart to use that big thing on his girlfriend.

The wooden ruler was longer than a normal ruler and seemed quite stingy, then again Gerty, for some reason loved the sting.

As for the wooden paddle, Mo seriously had his doubts. It was big enough to cover the girl's entire bottom in the video and made it very red, so red in fact that it was painful to watch. There was nothing arousing about it. He knew he could never do that to Gerty, not that hard, anyway.

The theme of the videos was always the schoolgirl's punishment, the first one was for being late to class, the second one for getting an "F" and the third one for making fun of the principal. Gerty clearly found the role of the schoolgirl appealing and was aroused by the thought of a game, strict but disciplined man.

Mo was anything but strict. In fact, he was often too lenient when it came to friends or family and especially Gerty. He couldn't even tickle her as revenge without feeling bad about it almost immediately.

Now... was he game? Well... maybe to a point. Just like Gerty, he used to have very strong opinions but once he started learning psychology, his whole world turned upside down. For the first time in his life, he was unsure about everything when it came to human nature.

Was he disciplined? That was a harder question to answer. Sure, he was able to regulate his own behaviour and was generally very calm and collected. On this agenda as well, Gerty was his cryptonite. He was incapable of being collected around her. She had him wrapped around her finger completely, always making him laugh, blush or smile in the most absurd of situations. And let's not even think about the bedroom. That one time Gerty asked him to scold her during a spanking, he did, but was always on the verge of breaking character and couldn't school his facial expressions.

Well, that changes today.

Mo stood up from his chair, getting his keys and jacket. He had questions that needed answers and while he could have googled them, the amount of answers the internet offered always confused him. He also had some equipment to buy but didn't want to wait for shipping, so ordering online was out of the question. For both answers and equipment, he needed a professional and he knew just the person.

However, first he had to stop at the florist's.

--

"Hello?" He stepped inside the sex shop, holding a bouquet behind his back. "Knock knock!"

"Who's there?" Came Patty's voice from behind the counter, although she herself was searching for something on the ground and thus was invisible.

"Mo!" Said person grinned and stopped at the counter.

"Mo who?" Came the traditional question.

"Um..." Mo thought a bit. "Gerty's boyfriend Mo?"

After a few seconds of silence, Patty's frowning face emerged from behind counter.

"Who the hell is Ger- oh good Lord, it's you!" She exclaimed.

"It's me!" He grinned, opening his arms wide in a "ta-da, I'm here"-motion. Patty confused the gesture with a "hug me"-motion though and walked into his open arms, surprising him quite a lot. Soon enough though, he returned the hug, squeezing her tightly with a laugh.

"Well, aren't you a delight to see!" Patty beamed as she let go of him, cupping his face in both of her hands. "How are you, darling?"

"I'm great, thanks, how are you?" He asked, one of his hands still behind his back.

"Better now that you're here." She winked at him and Mo blushed, giggling a bit. Under any other circumstances, he would have found flirting with another woman repellent but this was way too innocent not to let pass. "Well, you seem happy." Patty grinned at him tellingly. "Had a good Valentine's Day?"

"Oh, the best!" Mo exclaimed. "Which is why I got you..." He presented her the bouquet. "These."

Patty's jaw dropped.

"Flowers?" She jutted out her lower lip, taking the bouquet. "For me, really? Oh, Mo, you shouldn't have!" That being said, she once again wrapped an arm around his neck, this time kissing his cheek as well. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"Well, you know what they say." He took an elegant bow once the woman let him go. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady."

"Oh, stop it!" Patty slapped his arm playfully, giggling as she went to get a vase. "I haven't gotten flowers in a really, really long time. You have no idea how happy you just made an old gal."

"Oh, nonsense, I made a young gal happy!" Mo didn't use flattery very often, but he was on his game today. "Just as you made a young lady's day a great Valentine's Day, so let's just call it even." He winked.

"Oh really?" Patty gave him a coy smile. "I take it your girl got a dose of that cute little paddle you got her?"

"And got, and I quote: "the best spanking I've given her so far"." Said Mo with a proud smile.

"Oh, good for you, loverboy!" She nodded. "Now how about that bamboo cane, huh? Did she like that as well?"

"Well, we haven't used it yet, so no." Mo shook his head, leaning on the counter. "I wasn't sure if she wanted it, you know? Roleplay, I mean." He grinned. "But now I definitely do."

"Oh?" Patty raised an eyebrow, grinning herself. "How so?"

"Well, she's..." Mo decided to leave out the part where he snooped on her laptop. "She's given me quite the hint, more than once now."

"So why are you here, then?" Asked the woman with fake consternation. "Go home and give that naughty little girl the spanking she deserves!"

Mo couldn't help but chuckled.

"Oh, I will, I most definitely will. But I want to give her... options, you know?"

"Options?" Patty raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah, options, you know?" Mo looked up at the ceiling with a smile. "Like, for example... I saw a video where a guy was using a paddle and a ruler, too, not just the cane."

"Oh, the "strict principal, naughty schoolgirl" type of video?" Patty was all smiles. "Okay, now I know what you mean by options. Come with me, sweet boy. This way."

By now, Mo knew the way but didn't mind being escorted. Once they arrived, he almost immediately found one of the things he was looking for.

"Oh, this looks just like the one the guy in the video used!" He took a thick, long wooden paddle off the shelf, noting how heavy it was. "Looks just as scary, too."

"Yeah, well." Patty nodded. "That's quite a serious paddle, too. You're gonna have to be really careful with it."

"Oh, don't worry, I will." He looked down at her, smiling lightly. "Do you think this is a good choice?"

"For roleplay, yes, definitely." She smiled back. "If it's just for casual play, though, I'd suggest you pick a lighter one."

"Mmm." Mo thought a bit. Choosing a lighter one would have definitely calmed his nerves, then again, this wasn't about him, this was about Gerty and her fantasies that could easily be made reality. He hugged the paddle to his chest. "I think I'm gonna stick with this one."

"Alright, baby, your choice." Smiled Patty, then pointed at something over Mo's shoulder. "There's that ruler you're looking for." She walked over to the other side of the room where there were a few wooden rulers hanging on the wall. She looked at them for a while before picking a mid-sized one. "This should suffice."

Mo looked at the item the woman was holding, just staring at it for the moment as he was too scared to hold it. A memory came bubbling up from the last time he was here and he couldn't help but looked down at his hand. Once he looked up, to his horror, Patty seemed to be thinking the same thing.

They stared at each other knowingly for a while before Mo resorted to begging.

"Oh come now, Patty, don't hurt me!" He whined. "I'll be careful, I promise!"

"I don't make the rules, honey." She shook her head.

"You do, though!" Mo opposed.

"Well then, accept these rules because they're for your own good, and your girl's own good. You've got to know how not to use it before you use it."

Mo sighed resignfully. She was right, this was the least he could do for Gerty, who did say it would be helpful for him to be on the recieving end for once. Well, this was the closest thing to it.

"Give me your hand, Mo." She asked him gently, and he once again looked down at his hand in hesitation before looking up at her. She gave him a small smile. "It's either your hand or that shapeful little bottom of yours."

Mo's eyes widened at that threat and he immediately held his left hand out, blushing madly.

Patty chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Without warning, she brought the ruler down and Mo yelped in pain.

"Oh, for fu- for Pete's sake!" He swung his left hand behind him to protect it and bit back another set of juicy swear words, afraid Patty would spank him for real if he actually cursed.

"Okay, darling, now the other one. Give it to me, you know I'm not going to hurt you."

A bit braver now, Mo held out his other hand, wincing as the ruler once again descended. The sting was noticable, but not too bad.

"Well, dear? I trust you know what you have in your power now, right?"

"Definitely." His left palm was still throbbing but he refused the urge to rub it as to not seem to weak. Once again, though, Patty saw right through him and lifted his hand to her lips, kissing it gently.

"You're okay, honey. Anything else you need?"

"Nope." Mo let his hand down, smiling at her smally. "I think that's it."

"Alright." She beckoned to him and he followed her to the counter.

Just as he did on Valentine's Day, he let her ring him up and touched his card to the terminal.

"Before you go..." Patty stopped him as he was about to walk away, bag in hand. "Can I be nosy?" She walked to the front of the counter and Mo chuckled at her before nodding.

"That's your job, isn't it? Go ahead."

The woman smiled at him mischieviously.

"If I were you... and this is just a request, don't feel obligated to do it... I'd get that little girl a sexy little school uniform as well. Just to, you know... make the illusion seem even more realistic."

Mo gasped, slapping his forehead.

"Of course, a school uniform! How did I not think of that?" Just imagining Gerty in a sexy school uniform made his pants feel too tight, which was a sign that he should go. "You're an angel, Patty!" He couldn't hold himself back and placed a sloppy kiss on the woman's cheek, laughing when she pushed him away.

"Alright now, get out of here." She teased him and he obeyed, walking out and closing the door behind him.

Just a second later, he poked his head back in.

"The mall." Patty answered his unsaid question. "Lingerie shop."

Blowing her a kiss, Mo was already out the door again.

He'd have to stop by a few places.

--

Mo spent the rest of the day preparing for the evening, working out every little detail from start to finish. He rewatched Gerty's favourite videos and even wrote a small script, not similar enough to be noticable though. Then he spent a few minutes looking for one of his outfits, the one Gerty said made him look like a sexy college professor. Principals, the way he remembered them always had very bad fashion sense so he didn't even try to look like one. He even practiced saying his lines in front of the mirror, as well as facial expressions and his posture. This was going to be their first time roleplaying, and while he had no doubt Gerty would catch on quickly, he, on the other hand would have to concentrate hard.

Once he was finished, he began to make a cottage pie. If his calculations were correct, it'd be ready by the same time Gerty got home.

Sure enough, just as he was about to get up to check the pie in the oven for the last time, she could hear the front door opening.

"Mo, I'm home!" Gerty's voice was cheerful, making Mo smile.

"In here!" He yelled as he bent down and opened the oven.

"Ooh!" Gerty teased. "A snack before the meal, look at that!"

Mo knew what was about to happen but was late to prevent it. Sure enough, Gerty's hand collided with the seat of his pants almost immediately, making him jump as he turned around, cottage pie in hand. She didn't hit hard, but he sure did feel it.

"You are..." He tried not to grin, biting down on his lower lip. "Lucky that I have my hands full."

Gerty giggled as she followed Mo to the table and they both sat down. Gerty reached out hold Mo's hand.

"Have I ever told you that you look extremely sexy in the kitchen?"

Mo grinned before taking Gerty's plate and getting her some pie.

"A few times, yes, but it's always nice to hear." He replied as he got himself a plate as well. "And have I ever told you that you look extremely sexy in, well, every room?"

Gerty let out a laugh.

"Not with those words, no." She nodded as a thank you and tasted the food, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Oh my God, Mo, this is delicious!"

Mo tasted his own cooking and nodded approvingly.

"It was rated five stars on this new cooking website I just found, so I had high hopes for it."

Gerty shook her head with a sigh, putting down her fork and staring at Mo.

"What?" He asked, looking at her strangely.

"It's just..." She sighed again. "I hardly do anything around this house and you do so much for me, I... I wish I could... repay you somehow, you know?"

"Gerty, we've talked about this before." He put down his fork as well. "I'm home more than you and have less to study than you. Of course I do more around the house but I've said it before, I don't mind it. I love cooking for us and keeping things clean. Don't worry, okay? And stop with this repaying nonsense, I don't even want to hear it." He lifted his fork and dug into his pie, taking a big bite.

"Okay, okay." Said Gerty resignfully. "I guess I just wanna say... I really appreciate everything you do, and... I love you so much."

"Aw, Gerty." Mo smiled, touched. He quickly wiped his mouth and leaned forward, puckering his lips for a kiss. "I love you more." He said once they pulled away. "And anything for you. Literally. Anything."

"Anything?" Asked Gerty, raising an eyebrow with a coy smile.

"Oh God, what's on your mind now?" Mo was actually curious but rolled his eyes playfully.

"You." Replied Gerty simply.

"Oh, me?" Mo chuckled, then leaned forward. "That's funny because I, on the other hand, had you on my mind all day."

"All day, huh?" She raised a challenging eyebrow.

"Yes, all day." It was time. "In fact..." He paused for dramatic effect. "I have a surprise for you today." He tilted his head. "Two, actually."

"Two?" Now that definitely got Gerty's attention. "I'm listening."

Mo grinned, leaning back in his chair.

"Go to the bedroom and reach under the bed, you'll find a box. That's surprise number one. I'll be waiting for you here with surprise number two once you're ready."

Gerty smiled, eyes twinkling with glee.

"Right now?" She asked.

"Do you want it right now?"

Gerty giggled with a nod, clearly excited.

"Alright then, you're excused." Mo put his napkin down, giving her one last smile. "Go get your surprise."

She stared at him for one more second before jumping up and running to the bedroom, her chuckles echoing through the flat.

Mo waited for her to close the bedroom door before getting up just as quickly as her.

It was time to set up the scenery.

--

Gerty was speechless. She didn't know what she expected but it was definitely not this.

The surprise she found in the box was now laid out on the bed. Slowly but surely, a grin spread across her face. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Mo would make the first move.

Biting down on her lip, she eventually decided to strip but took her sweet time with it just to make Mo wait longer. At some point, she thought she heard furniture moving but the sounds quickly stopped and she just shrugged before taking the rest of her clothes off.

It was time to become a schoolgirl.

She put on the stockings first, then the checkered skirt and finally the white blouse and a tie that matched her skirt.

She looked at herself in the mirror and grinned at her reflection.

Mo's going to love this.

She nearly opened the bedroom door before a thought crossed her mind. She walked back to the mirror and took one more good look at herself. Eventually, she decided that she had a good idea right there.

Mo had two surprises for her, the least she could do is give him at least one back.

--

Mo had put on his so-called "professor" outfit. Above the kitchen table was a chalkboard which he needed access to, so he pushed the kitchen table to the other side of the room and wiped the chalkboard. He put Gerty's laptop away and carried the desk over to the board, setting it a few meters back. He then put a chair in front of the desk. Finally, he went to get the ruler and hid the other items. He stood beside the desk, his back turned to the bedroom, waiting.

Soon enough, he could hear the door opening and quiet footsteps. He waited until they stopped before turning around.

"You're late, Ms. Constantine."

He promised himself he wouldn't, not once, break character. Immediately he was met with a challenge.

Gerty had never looked this sexy.

The blouse with a slightly bigger cleavage than needed, the ridicously short skirt and weirdly enough, the stockings as well made a perfect picture and Mo had to use all his strength not to move a single face muscle. However, he did practice enough so he eventually managed to keep his cool.

Gerty looked like she wanted to speak but was still taking in the scene; the desk, the chair, the chalkboard and most importantly Mo, who looked like the sexiest professor she'd ever seen, not to mention the long ruler he was holding, seemingly absent-mindedly.

Mo could see that Gerty was a bit overwhelmed so he decided to help her.

"Well, Ms. Constantine? Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Gerty snapped out of her thoughts, her lips twitching for a single second before she schooled her expression.

"No." She said quietly, her voice breaking slightly.

"Excuse me?" Mo heard her loud and clear but looked at her with a telling expression.

Gerty immediately understood what he meant.

"No... sir." She eventually replied.

Mo turned around to grin at the board before turning back to Gerty, his face now serious.

"I don't take being late lightly, Ms. Constantine, and even if I did, there are, unfortunately, other problems we have to discuss." He tapped the desk with the ruler. "Please." He gave her the tiniest, scornful smile. "Take a seat."

Gerty obeyed, biting down on her lip, her hands intertwined in her lap and her left leg shaking. She had to turn all this nervous energy into action somehow.

"I'm afraid I have bad news, Ms. Constantine." He continued his little speech, walking up and down in front of the chalkboard. "You're going to have to explain this to me because I stand completely uncomprehendingly before it. I trust you have a good excuse because if you don't, I'm afraid there going to have to be serious consequences."

Gerty watched as Mo reached behind the chalkboard, pulling out a thick folder. He just stared at it for a while with his eyebrows furrowed together before slowly walking up to her, placing it on the desk.

"Well, Ms. Constantine?" His voice was barely above a whisper, sending chills down Gerty's spine as he pushed the folder closer to her with a finger. "Would you care to explain this?"

Gerty gulped and slowly turned the folder towards herself. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it was until finally, she recognized her own old, failed project that he showed Mo a while ago. She couldn't believe he kept it.

Although, if he kept it for this very reason, she didn't mind.

"Well, Ms. Constantine?" Mo stared down at her with a serious expression.

"Well, I..." Gerty was so turned on that she felt light-headed, barely able to form any thoughts. "I..." She couldn't continue no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was empty.

She could hear Mo sigh and looked up at him.

"Let me ask you this, Ms. Constantine." He continued walking up and down with his hands clasped behind his back. "What were you doing when you were supposed to study for this test?"

Gerty took a deep breath to calm down. If Mo can do this, then so can she.

"I was looking at clothes with my friends." She replied, looking down at the desk. "At the mall."

Mo walked up to her, leaning on the desk with both hands.

"Do you think that's a good enough reason to neglect your studies?" He reached under Gerty's chin with the ruler and lifted her head up gently, forcing her to look at him. "Looking at clothes?"

Gerty shook her head, heart racing. It was good that Mo did most of the talking because she could barely focus.

"Use your words, Ms. Constantine!" He was warning her and she quickly replied, very softly.

"No."

"No, what?" Asked Mo impatiently.

"No, sir."

"Good." Mo nodded. "Now what else do you have to say about this test?"

Now Gerty had no idea what he was getting at.

"I'll... I'll do better next time, sir, I promise." She said timidly.

"I sure hope you will, Ms. Constantine." He replied. "But you and I both know that's not what I meant. Suit yourself though. If you want to play innocent and get yourself into even more trouble, that's on you. Turn to page eighteen, please."

Gerty did as she was told. And then, against her will, she snorted. Loudly.

"Excuse me!" Came Mo's consternated voice. "Is something funny?"

Gerty covered up her mouth to stifle another giggle. She was barely holding it together. This was a low blow from Mo, it really was. But clever as well.

On the bottom of the eighteenth page was a very poorly drawn stick figure of Mo as a teacher. It looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Well?" Mo's harsh voice snapped her out of her thoughts and Gerty marveled at his acting abilities. He must have worked on this a lot.

"No." Gerty finally replied, then quickly added. "No, sir." She couldn't hide her smile though.

Mo narrowed his eyes at her, then once again leaned onto the desk, speaking very quietly and firmly.

"First you go to the mall instead of studying, then you do appallingly poorly on your test, not to mention the drawing mocking me, then you come into my class late, and when confronted about your actions, you laugh!" Mo's voice got slowly more and more powerful throughout his speech, and by the end he sounded actually angry. Even the little vein on his forehead started to pulse, which was especially funny. "I've had enough of your cheek." He straightened himself, tapping the desk once more with the wooden ruler. "Stand up, Ms. Constantine and come here at once."

Gerty's legs started shaking even before she stood up. They were so close to the climax now she had to hold herself back not jump up and onto Mo. Instead, she ordered herself to go slowly. Finally, she stopped in front of him.

"You..." Mo stepped closer to her, so close in fact that his breath was tickling her ear. "Are the laziest, most reckless and arrogant student I've ever met. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my classroom, do you understand me?"

Gerty gulped and nodded. Her entire body was tingling.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but unfortunately, you decided your own fate before I did." He took a step back and pointed to the other side of the room. "I want you to put your nose in that corner and think about what do you did while I prepare for your punishment. And I don't want to hear one word from you, do you understand?"

Gerty nodded, once again resisting the urge to speed things up and run into the corner with excited giggles.

"Go on then." Said Mo. "Do as you're told."

Gerty obeyed, slowly walking over to the corner and stopping at the wall.

And that's when Mo completely lost it.

Giving Gerty corner time was not part of the original script, he made that decision in a moment of absolute desperation. The urge to laugh became unbearable and he covered his mouth, doubling over as silent laughter took over him.

It took him almost an entire minute to calm down. At one point he was almost sure he was going to drop to the ground in a fit of loud giggles but somehow, he surprised himself by managing not to. By the time he was done, his vision was completely clouded by happy tears.

He took a deep breath in through his nose and let the air out through his mouth before nodding to himself. Fetching the paddle and cane - which were hidden from Gerty previously - he quickly arrived back in the living room and placed them quietly on the desk, then finally put the ruler beside them. Turning his back to the desk and leaning slightly onto it, he crossed his arms over his chest and put on his strictest face.

"You may come out now, Ms. Constantine."

Gertly turned around, keeping her gaze down and looking like a humble-mouthed kid. Mo's lips quivered but he ordered himself to be serious as Gerty came to a halt in front of him.

"Look at me, Ms. Constantine."

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Mo nearly fainted at the lust he found in them. It was time to move things along.

"Right." He coughed. "To teach you a proper lesson, Ms. Constantine, I can't afford being too lenient. I will give you one concession though, this one time and this one time only." He stepped aside, presenting her the range of implements. "I will use whichever one you choose, however, I will decide the number of spanks myself. Because, as you probably know by now, the punishment for being late, doing poorly on tests and mocking your teachers is a spanking."

Gerty was frozen. She never would have imagined, not even in her wildest dreams that this would happen one day and the number of choices suddenly got her paralyzed.

"The clock is ticking, Ms. Constantine." Came Mo's voice from somewhere far away. "Pick your poison. I'll be waiting."

Gerty raised her index finger and pointed at the cane automatically, barely conscious of what she was doing. She could've picked any other one and it wouldn't have made a difference.

"Right." Mo picked up the cane and moved the other implements to the side. "Bend over the desk, Ms. Constantine."

Gerty did as she was told, her bottom a perfect target for Mo. She could hear him take a couple of swings in the air with the implement, her excitement growing by the second.

"Now, Ms. Constantine." Gerty could suddenly feel the cane touch her skirt-covered bum and jumped even though nothing happened as of now. "What are you getting this spanking for?"

Gerty did her best to concentrate and answer properly.

"Because I was late to class."

The cane was now gently patting her backside.

"That's right. For that, you're going to get five strokes with the cane. What else are you getting spanked for?" Mo asked.

"For doing poorly on my test." Gerty answered, lifting her bottom a bit higher.

"You're right again." Mo stroked her bum with the cane. "For that, you're getting five more strokes. What else?"

"Mocking you." She replied.

"Excellent, Ms. Constantine. I believe that makes fifteen strokes. I'm going to start now and you're going to count out each one of them for me, loudly. Is that understood?"

"Yes." Came the meek answer.

"Excuse me?" The cane rested on her bottom as a warning and she quickly corrected herself.

"Yes, sir."

"You should also know that no amount of tears or begging will make me change my mind, and reaching back will only add an additional five strokes to your punisment. Now." The cane was lifted off of her bum. "Don't forget to count, Ms. Constantine."

Gerty was just about to send another "yes, sir" on its way when suddenly, the cane had descended on her bottom and she jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. After a moment, the light sting set in and she grinned, already enjoying this playful punishment.

"One." She counted.

Soon enough, the second stroke came and she reacted the same, except bit back the yelp.

"Two."

WHACK!

"Three."

Even though Mo couldn't see Gerty's face, he could tell she was having a good time and delivered stroke after stroke, taking his sweet time in-between spanks. Keeping the lesson Patty taught him in mind, he spanked very lightly, just enough for her to feel it. Since this wasn't your average bedroom spanking, he couldn't ask Gerty if she was okay, he just had to trust his instincts just as she told him. Soon enough, they were more than halfway through.

"Ten." Gerty counted, then sighed with pleasure as he spanked again. "Eleven."

A few more strokes later Mo put the cane down. According to his script, he only had one more line left.

"You may rise, Ms. Constantine."

He was ready to lift her up and hug her to pieces but Gerty, as usual, had other plans. Staying in the same position, she quickly spoke up.

"Sir?"

Mo took a step back, frowning but staying in character.

"Yes, Ms. Constantine?"

Gerty thought a bit.

"I was scared to say at first, but... I think you're being too lenient."

Mo rolled his eyes with a grin. He would be lying if he said he didn't expect this, he was surprised she didn't try and reach back for those five extra strokes to begin with. Obviously, she had her own ideas.

"I am?" He asked, curious to hear what she had in mind.

"Yes." She said. "I think I deserve a few more strokes with the ruler, just to make sure I learn my lesson properly."

Ah, of course, Gerty does love change when it comes to implements. Mo decided to bite.

"That's what we both want, isn't it?" He picked up the ruler, tapping it against his palm a few times. "Alright, if you feel like it's necessary for your growth, I will not hesitate to help you. Are you ready?"

"Just one more thing, sir."

Mo raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I think that my second spanking should be on the seat of my panties."

Mo shook his head lightly, holding a laugh.

"Very well, then." He replied, stepping forward. "If you insist..." As soon as he lifted her skirt, all it took is one look at her bare bottom for him to nearly lose it. He stepped back and had a silent, mini-breakdown behind Gerty's back before getting it together. "You have got to be kidding me, Ms. Constantine."

"Sir?" Came the innocent question.

"Right." He quickly picked up the ruler and patted her bum with it, watching it jiggle. "You, Ms. Constantine, were absolutely right. You do need a dose of this ruler, what's more, after I'm done with that, I'm going to make sure your naughty bottom makes friends with the paddle as well. Now brace yourself, Ms. Constantine. For wearing no panties in my classrom, you're getting fifteen strokes."

Gerty moaned out in pleasure as the first stroke came down. It didn't sting any more than the cane did, but it sure did cover more ground. She wanted to count but this time Mo spanked her faster and counted himself.

"One, two, three, four, five, six..." The rest came down in quick succession and Gerty jumped with each stroke, giving small mewls of delight.

"Ten!" Mo put down the ruler, tiny drops of sweat forming on his forehead. Without skipping a beat, he picked up the paddle and set it against her bottom. "Last five, Ms. Constantine. Brace yourself."

He brought the paddle back, keeping it in the air for a few seconds just to make her wait a little longer. He also took a bit of time to inspect her bottom. There were light pink lines across it from the ruler and he made a mental note to be extremely gentle.

"One!" He brought the paddle down, gentle as a breeze, hitting both cheeks at the same time. Gerty gave a yelp that sounded more like a laugh and Mo grinned, unable to help himself. "Two... three... four... five."

As the last stroke of the paddle came down, Gerty's entire bottom became pink.

"You may rise, Ms. Constant- OW!" Mo hissed as he suddenly found himself slammed against the chalkboard with Gerty working on unbuckling his belt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Gerty giggled in sync with him as she reached a hand out rub the back of his head while the other one slid into his pants.

"Yeah, I'm okay- hoooly fuck, that feels good." He moaned.

Gerty chuckled and continued. To her greatest surprise, Mo soon reached for her hand and yanked it out if his pants, only to pull them down and step out of them. He then picked her up, his arms under her bare bum as he carried her over to the desk. Gently putting her down, he started nibbling on her neck, light as ever.

The small flat was soon filled with the sounds of moaning, giggling and wheezing. At one point there was a loud bang and even louder laughter before the sounds began to fade away, moving towards the bedroom, where they continued. Soon enough though, even the bedroom door was shut and the noises slowly died down.

That's before they got even louder again.

--

"I will never get used to this."

Mo was lying under the covers with Gerty sprawled across him, his hand rubbing and caressing her bare bottom in gentle circles. He'd been at it for a while but was nowhere near stopping.

"What?" Asked Gerty, looking back at him.

"The colour." Mo replied, his hand at work still. "I just wanna rub it away as soon as possible. I'm afraid it'll hurt if I don't."

"Come on, Mo." Gerty sighed. "It doesn't hurt in the first place, how could it hurt afterwards?"

"I don't know, I've never been spanked before." Mo shrugged.

Gerty raised her head with a grin, looking back at him.

"Maybe should try it then."

"I damn nearly did." Mo murmered.

"Huh?" Gerty whipped her head back. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Mo rested his hand on her bottom, then smiled at her.

"Wanna hear another Patty-story?" At Gerty's confused frown, he added. "You know, a Patty-from-the-sex-shop story?"

"Ooh!" Gerty grinned, then sat up and snuggled into Mo's side. "Yes, please!"

"Okay." Mo chuckled as he wrapped an arm around her, kissing her forehead. "So I went back there today, right? And obviously, Patty was there. Now, whenever I buy you something new, she tests it on me so that I don't have to test it on you. And no, it's not what you think!" He laughed at her horrified expression. "It's not what you think. The first time I was there, she whipped my hand to show me how not to use a cane on you. Hurt like a bitch, actually, I wouldn't recommend it." He shook his head. "And then, when I went back today to buy the ruler I refused to give her my hand at first and she told me it's either my hand or my bum." Gerty burst out laughing and Mo joined her. "I've never made a decision so fast in my life."

"Aw." Gerty reached out to stroke his cheek and he kissed her hand before leaning into her touch. "My poor baby. She swatted your palm with full strength?"

"No, not full strength." Opposed Mo. "But still, it hurt pretty bad. I didn't mind though, it's the least I could do to learn more about using implements. It was just to make sure I don't spank you too hard. Which I hope I didn't."

"Mo, I love you but your constant worrying is beyond annoying." Gerty replied, getting a laugh out of him. "I told you, you can be confident in yourself. You know my limits. You always know what I like."

Mo nodded, looking down at her.

"So..." He smiled lightly. "I did good today?"

"Good?" She rolled her eyes. "Mo, don't even get me started. The sexy professor outfit, the classroom scenery, the acting, the spanking, it was all perfect. Didn't know you had it in you to be honest."

"Didn't know I had it in me, to be honest." Mo confessed, making both of them chuckle.

"And yet..." Gerty grinned. "My plan worked perfectly. And you combined all three stories, too, kudos for that."

"Your plan?" Asked Mo, frowning. Then, it suddenly clicked for him. "Wait. You wanted me to find those videos?"

"Maybe." Gerty shrugged, a tease to her voice.

"You bookmarked the site for me to see?"

"Well..." Gerty thought a bit. "Not initially, but once I did bookmark it, I was hoping it would spark your curiousity."

"You little minx!" He tickled her sides and she giggled, pushing his hands away. "You thought of everything, didn't you?"

"Well..." She kissed his cheek. "I can't take all the credit, you did quite a lot of thinking as well. Thank you." She cupped his face in her hands gently. "Thank you for today. And for making one of my fantasies come true."

"One of them?!" Mo's eyes widened in terror. "Jesus, woman, how many do you have?!"

Gerty pretended to yawn, then quickly pecked his lips.

"Okay, I'm sleepy now. Talk to you tomorrow." She laid down on her side of the bed and closed her eyes.

"Gerty! Gerty!" He shook her shoulder gently, laughing. "Hey! I asked you a question!"

"I can't hear you, I'm sleeping." Replied Gerty with a giggle, rolling to her other side.

Mo was just about to tickle her again before remembering all the spankings she got today and immediately pulled his hands back. She had enough fun for today.

"Weirdo." He eventually said before spooning her, pulling her close. "This is not over, you know."

Gerty only responded by giving a loud fake snort and Mo giggled, burying his face in her hair.

"Okay, okay, I got it. Good night, you little freak. Sleep well."

"I love you." Gerty murmered.

"I love you more."

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