This is fiction.
She has one job. Make sure the bills are paid. That is the only thing I have delegated to her. All other things, minus that responsibility is mine. Everything ~ mine.
Sure we do lots of things together. We collectively make sure the house runs, usually, like a well oiled machine. The kids do not notice any ripple in their day to day lives. I make that happen. This is what happened yesterday morning.
I ushered her and the kids off to school and after everyone left, the power was cut off. We have no power in the house. We have the money. It’s in the account. And yet, I was scrambling to get the power company out here to re connect the power before the kids got off the bus in afternoon. I got the notice two weeks ago. I said then, “Honey, please pay the water and the power companies. I remember as of it was yesterday. And yet, I am using a flashlight in the bathroom to ready myself for work.
I called her to let her know. She scrambled to the online checking account. “Honey, I know I paid it two weeks ago.” She said. I remember telling her to do it. I did not remember her telling me or giving me the confirmation numbers, however. “I know I did it” she said. “I have to call the power company, I‘ll let you go” I said.
I got off the phone with her and immediately called the power company and talked to a lovely lady who assured me she would get a truck out to reconnect our power after I gave her the digits to my credit card.
I texted my wife, knowing she was teaching. “I took care of it.” was all I said. The phone rang immediately. It was my wife. “ Am I going to get a spanking for this?” This was all she wanted to know! She said it with a small amount of fear and obvious guilt in her voice.
“We will talk about it when I get home tonight.” I said. I purposefully didn’t excuse the behavior by brushing it off. She must have apologized three times during our conversation.
When I got home that evening, she was sitting on the bed. Her face had the look of fear, guilt and trepidation all rolled into one. She bit her lip and looked up at me as I came in the door. She was dressed in her nightgown, had a shower and was almost ready for bed. As I entered the bedroom, I saw she had her hairbrush sitting next to her. I was surprised she would have chosen her hairbrush as she hates that stingy feeling the bathrush gives her when I use it.
“Are you ready?” I asked. She looked up at me again and didn’t say a word. She just shook her head quickly with a strained look on her face. “You know I have to do this, Love?” She managed to squeak out a “yes” as she stood.
I told her to go stand in the corner and think about why she is in this predicament. I closed the bedroom door and I went back out to the kitchen, checked to make sure the kids we sleeping and returned to the bedroom about ten minutes later to see her standing in the corner, panties down to her knees and she, beginning to sniffle.
I sat on the bed and looked at her. I began to roll up the sleeves of my long sleeved collared shirt. I patted my lap as of to say, “commere.”
She moved slowly as she heard my hand pat my legs. Sara reluctantly lay across my lap knowing full well she deserved this bare bottom spanking. I began the lecture. “Why are we here?”
“(Sniffle) “Because I didn’t pay the electric bill.” I picked up the hairbrush.
I could see the side of her face. Her eyes closed and she winced as the hairbrush fell on her pale white bottom. “Yes, but what else?” !smack !smack !smack !smack
She paused for a moment not knowing what to say. “ “I spent $300 online yesterday” I didn’t know about that yet but we will address that another time. !smack !smack. !Smack !smack
“You planned to fail, young lady.” I continued to increase the speed and force with which I was tanning her bottom. I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow. I didn’t ease on the level of pain I could see growing and reflected in the look on her face.
By now her bottom was really starting to shine and she was starting to cry. She was writhing with every additional smack. “How many am I getting?” She inquired.
“ You will be here until I know you have learned your lesson.” I calmly said. I composed myself always in a very calm and collected manner. Never did I raise my voice or loose my composure.
The whacks to her bottom were continuous, intensity increasing with every swat and her bottom turned a cherry shiny red in no time.
She was really sobbing at this point. I kept hearing “I am sorry” and “I won’t let it happen again”. No more was she fighting me or kicking her legs. She had given in. She had had enough. I stopped my relentless assault on her bottom.
I rubbed her soft bottom and she winced again in pain. I put the hairbrush down on the bed and turned her around. I held her and cradled her and told her “All is forgiven.” She continued to cry even after the onslaught on the tender regions of her bottom ended. I laid her down on the matteress and went into the bathroom for the cooling cream I use after her spankings. It seemed to help abate the pain and discomfort at least a little bit.
After I rubbed the cream in, all over her bottom, she seemed to calm a bit.
“ Thank you for that.” She said. “I really am sorry for not paying the bill, I won’t do that again.” she said. “I know you won’t” I said. She’s a smart girl. Very bright and usually very conciencous about the bills. But once in a while, she forgets and this is the result. In the back of my mind, I was thinking, well, we have been here before for this. This probably will not be the last time.
I continued to love my wife. I helped her to calm down. I handed her a water bottle, covered her with a blanket and waited for her to come down from that place she goes when I spank her bottom. I know she loves me. I know she needs this from time to time and I wonder. Does she do this on purpose sometimes? Just so she’ll get a red bottom and have that special time with me? If that’s the case, no matter. I’m only happy to tan her hide for her. No matter the reason. I love her.