Nosy by Nature
Nosy by Nature
By
Paige Tyler
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Nosy by Nature
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Chapter 1
She really shouldn’t be doing this, Daphne Sullivan thought as she snuck across the backyard and into the new neighbors’ garage. She had promised her husband, Zak, that she would stop being so nosy, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself. And she was just so curious about the new neighbors. Besides, it wasn’t really snooping, not when the neighbors had left their garage door open. It was like they were inviting her to come take a look.
The house next door had been on the market for months when seemingly out of the blue, a man and woman had moved in a few days ago. Daphne had been going to wait until the couple got settled in before going over to welcome them to the neighborhood, but when she’d noticed they had gone out and left their garage door open, she just couldn’t resist taking a quick peek.
Of course, if her husband ever found out what she was up to, he would probably be furious. He might even give her that spanking he’d been threatening her with. She had been getting good-girl spankings for years, but something in his tone when he spoke about the one he would give her if she ever snooped again told her this spanking might not be quite as fun. The thought alone was enough to make her pulse quicken. Part of her was curious as to what he meant, but another part of her thought it would probably be best not to find out.
Zak’s threat of a more severe spanking wasn’t enough to make her stop snooping in everyone else’s business, though, especially not when it came to their new neighbors. She promised herself that she’d feel bad about it later. Besides, Zak was at work, so there was no way he would even find out what she’d been up to. She certainly wouldn’t say anything to him.
With that thought in mind, Daphne glanced over her shoulder just to make sure no one was around, then quickly darted across the driveway and into her neighbors’ garage.
The homes in the subdivision where they lived were all pretty much the same, so the garage was almost a carbon copy of Daphne and Zak’s, only this one was stuffed full of boxes along with the usual lawn mower, gardening tools and various other junk their new neighbors couldn’t figure out where else to put.
Tucking her long, blonde hair behind her ear, Daphne wandered over to the first stack of boxes. Tossing another quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, she pulled back the flap of the topmost box and took a peek inside.
The first few boxes were filled with boring crap like glassware, plastic bowls and miscellaneous stuff that would probably find its way into a yard sale soon. Where was all the good stuff?
The next box was better. Filled with cute knickknacks, there were also some framed photos as well. Reaching inside, Daphne pulled out the one on top. In the photo, a couple was standing on the beach, smiling at the camera. The woman had pushed her sunglasses up on her head and her dark, curly hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The man’s hair was sandy colored, matching his mustache and beard. Daphne wondered if it was a tropical island somewhere, but then decided it wasn’t. The hotels and condos in the background had that decidedly American look to them. Probably Florida or somewhere like that.
Reaching inside the box for another photo, Daphne pulled it out. Seeing it was of the same man and woman, she figured they must be the new neighbors. This one showed the couple standing by some more palm trees with a house in the background. Since the house was painted a light aqua, Daphne decided she’d been right about it being in Florida. It just screamed South Beach.
Thinking they looked like a nice couple, she put the photo back and was just about to take out another when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway stopped her.
Startled, Daphne stood frozen in place for a moment as the sound of the engine grew louder. They couldn’t be back already; they had just left. Instinct finally kicking in, she hurriedly put the photos back where she’d found them and ducked behind one of the stacks of boxes just as a car pulled in. She wedged herself between the wall and the boxes, praying they wouldn’t decide to start unpacking the boxes in the garage right then.
Her heart hammering, Daphne crouched behind the boxes and listened as the car turned off. A moment later, two doors opened, then closed.
Oh God. What if the new neighbors decided to grab one of the boxes off the stack she was hiding behind and take it into the house with them? Even worse, what if they closed the garage door before they went inside, trapping her here? There would be no way she could get out without them seeing her then.
Cursing her own foolishness and the uncontrollable desire she had for being so nosy, Daphne held her breath as the couple made their way across the garage. They were talking and laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that she was only a few feet away. God, she’d been so stupid. She could just imagine the spanking Zak would give her when he found out she’d been snooping again. She’d probably be lucky if she could sit down.
But to Daphne’s relief, the couple didn’t even bother with the garage door, but went inside the house and closed the door behind them.
Letting out a sigh, Daphne emerged from her hiding place and hurried out of the garage. Since the garages were situated in the back of the houses, no one would be able to see her from the road, and because there was a large gap between the neighbors’ backyard fence and hers that she could lip through, she wouldn’t even need to go around front. Daphne had found the gap the day she and Zak had moved into their home, and had been darting through it ever since.
Once in her own backyard, Daphne paused a moment to take a deep breath. Then running a hand through her long hair, she turned to go back into her own house when the sight of her husband stopped her in her tracks.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with penetrating brown eyes and dark hair, Zak was gorgeous enough to be on the cover of GQ magazine. But with his arms folded across his chest and that glint in his eye, her handsome husband could also be very formidable looking. It was probably why he made such an outstanding police detective.
With a smile, she hurried across the yard to him. “Honey!” she exclaimed, reaching up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “What are you doing home in the middle of the day like this?”
His mouth tightened as he gazed down at her. “I thought I’d come home to have lunch with my beautiful wife, but instead I find her snooping.”
Daphne feigned a look of surprise. “Snooping? I wasn’t snooping.”
Zak lifted a brow. “Really? The
n what were you doing sneaking through the fence?”
She gave him an affronted look. “I wasn’t sneaking through the fence. I was over visiting with the new neighbors.”
He nodded thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to the house beside theirs before coming back to her. “That’s funny because I pulled into our garage right after they pulled into theirs, and you came sneaking through the fence not more than thirty seconds later.”
Daphne groaned inwardly. That’s what she got for being married to a detective. “They were busy, so I didn’t stay long.”
“Uh-huh.” Her husband said regarded her in silence. “Well, you must have been there long enough to get their names. What are they?”
Daphne hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to think of some way to answer her husband’s question. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t very well make up names, since Zak was bound to meet the new neighbors eventually. On the other hand, if she didn’t say something, Zak would know she was lying about what she’d really been doing over there. She was caught, so she supposed she should admit it. But for some reason, she couldn’t.
“Dammit, Daphne!” Zak growled when she said nothing. “You promised me that you weren’t going to snoop anymore.”
She looked down at the ground, studying her perfectly painted toenails. “I know, but they went out and left the garage door open, so I thought I’d just take a quick look.”
Zak swore under his breath. “A quick look. Daphne, what you did is called trespassing on private property. What if they had found you sneaking around in their garage and decided to call the cops? What would you have done then?”
She hadn’t thought of that. But then again, she supposed she never did think. She looked up from beneath lowered lashes, giving him her best contrite look. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head in obvious frustration. “When we go inside, I want you to go upstairs and get your hairbrush, then bring it to me in the kitchen.”
Daphne’s head jerked up, her green eyes wide. There could be only one reason he would want her to get the hairbrush, and that was to give her a spanking! But surely he wasn’t really going to spank her for snooping in the neighbors’ garage, was he?
From the moment she’d turned around and seen Zak standing there, she had known she was going to be in trouble, and in all honesty, she probably deserved to have her bottom warmed. Any other time, she wouldn’t have minded him suggesting a quick spanking for lunch because it was always followed by incredibly hot sex. But from the dark look on her husband’s handsome face, she didn’t think there was going to be any of the usual touching and caressing that went along with his normal spankings. In fact, she had the feeling that this time he was going to actually give her be a real, honest-to-goodness discipline spanking, just like he’d said he would when she had promised she would stop snooping.
“But...”
His brows drew together, but his voice was soft when he spoke. “You heard me, Daphne. This snooping of yours has got to stop. No, it will stop.” He paused. “Now, go get your hairbrush. And don’t dawdle,” he added. “I have to get back to work.”
Daphne gazed up at him, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. He was really going to make good on his threat and spank her for what she’d done. The urge to try to talk her way out of the spanking was almost too great and she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything. It would probably only be useless anyway. All that would do was earn her extra-hard smacks with the hairbrush. And as determined as Zak was to make sure she stopped snooping, she was already in for one heck of a spanking.
Although she wisely held her tongue, Daphne couldn’t keep from stomping her feet as brushed past him and went into the house.
* * * *
Zak stood where he was for a moment, watching his gorgeous wife walk back to the house, his gaze fixed on her cute little ass. God, she was so infuriating sometimes. Normally, if he’d come home to find Daphne’s car in the garage and the house empty, he would have been concerned. But he hadn’t been concerned because he’s known exactly where to find his nosy wife.
Daphne had barely been able to contain her curiosity about the new neighbors, so when he found her sneaking through the fence and into the backyard, it hadn’t taken the detective in him to figure out she’d been snooping again. And in their garage, no less. What the hell had she been thinking? Especially after the long conversation they’d had after her last snooping fiasco.
She had promised that her days of snooping were over and had even nodded acceptingly when he’d warned her that if it happened again she was going to get one of those discipline spankings she had been reading about on the internet. Even though he had said it half in jest at the time, he realized when he caught her snooping again that he was going to have to get serious if he wanted to curb her bad behavior. He might not like the idea of having to administer a discipline spanking, but he’d said he would so he was damn well going to follow through with it.
Zak shook his head. He thought she’d learned her lesson and really made a change for the better, especially since her snooping had cost her so much the last time. Maybe this time, if he really let her know how displeased he was, her snooping would stop before something else bad happened.
* * * *
Upstairs in the bedroom, Daphne stood by the dresser wondering how long she could dawdle before her husband came looking for her. Zak had said that he had to get back to work. Maybe if she took long enough, he would completely drop the idea of giving her a spanking. Doubtful, she thought.
She sighed. She had brought this on herself really. Zak had warned her and by going back on her promise not to snoop, she knew she had earned herself this spanking. But just because she’d earned it, that didn’t mean she wasn’t more than a little nervous about submitting to it.
This was a whole new direction for them. While they had done lots of erotic spanking, the concept of spanking for discipline hadn’t come up until she’d mentioned a story she had read on the internet. She hadn’t intended they try it, but apparently Zak had decided it was the perfect way to deal with her actions. Sheesh, her heart was fluttering more than it had the first time he had put her over his knee and spanked her.
Telling herself that waiting would only make it worse, Daphne picked up the hairbrush and left the bedroom to slowly make her way back downstairs.
Zak was waiting for her in their huge eat-in kitchen. He had pulled one of the chairs out from the table and was standing beside it, arms crossed over his broad chest. Her pulse racing, Daphne walked over to stand before him. She kept her gaze down, not because she had to, but because she didn’t want to look in his eyes and see just how much she had let him down by what she had done.
Her husband, however, obviously wanted her to see that look because he gently slid his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up so that he could see her face. “You know why you’re getting this spanking don’t you, Daphne?”
Daphne swallowed hard. He actually wanted her to say the words out loud? Somehow, that made what she had done that much worse. “B-because I snuck into the new neighbors’ garage and looked through their things,” she said in a small voice.
A part of her wanted to argue with him, to insist she hadn’t done anything wrong. But she had, and she knew it. The snooping was bad enough, but breaking the promise she had made was even worse.
His dark eyes were serious as he studied her face. “And because you broke the promise you made to me about not being so nosy anymore.”
She said nothing. He had only said what she’d just been thinking. But hearing him say it out loud made her feel twice as bad. All she could do was stand there chewing on her lower lip.
Taking the hairbrush from her suddenly nerveless fingers, Zak sat down on the chair.
“Unbutton your shorts and push them down,” he told her.
Wanting to put off the actual spanking for as long as she could without seeming too defiant, Daphne unbuttoned her shorts as slowly
as possible before finally pushing them down over her curvy hips and stepping out of them. Underneath, she wore a simple pair of cotton bikini panties. They were so skimpy to begin with that taking them down would just be a formality, but her husband had told her that if he had to give her a discipline spanking, then it would start and end on the bare bottom with no warm-up. She wondered if she should push her panties down as well, but since he hadn’t actually said to, so she decided against it.
Without a word, Zak took her arm and guided her over his lap. Daphne automatically put her hands on the floor, staring down at the big, square tiles through her tumble of long hair as she felt her husband place his strong hand on the small of her back. A moment later, he lowered her panties until they were banded around her slender thighs.
Never having had a discipline spanking before, Daphne didn’t know exactly what came next and she held her breath as she waited for him to begin. Normally, there would have been some caressing and lots of hand-spanking to warm her up. She didn’t know what a spanking would feel like without that.
Zak didn’t keep her waiting, but brought the hairbrush down on her bare bottom immediately and without hesitation.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The hairbrush felt completely different without the benefit of having a warm-up first. If this had been an erotic lunchtime quickie, she probably wouldn’t have even felt the sting until the fifteenth or twentieth smack with the brush. But this time, the very first spank stung. By the tenth, she was struggling on his lap in an effort to escape.
It went on and on like that, with Zak alternating from one cheek to the other, making sure he paid special attention to her tender sit-spots before turning his attention back to the curve of her bottom.