Fantasy Friday - To Her Credit, II

This is a fun busy weekend. Spank or Treat began today. I have a story about Cassie and Tom's first Halloween posted over at the Reading Room this weekend - you can see all the information about Spank or Treat over at Governingana. There are going to be some great stories out this weekend I hope you have time to read them all. Tomorrow I'm still participating in Saturday Spanking and I'll be posting my snippet here on New Beginning. And then Sunday… Sunday… please come back and read here on Sunday!  You can't say you have nothing to read this weekend!

Just to give you more to read this weekend we have a Fantasy Friday from way back in 2010. This story is from a lovely lady by the name of Lillian and I haven't heard much from her since she sent me this story way back then. I hope she might see this and contact me again. For now, please enjoy...

To Her Credit...

John couldn't believe his eyes. How could she?!? He looked again at the credit card bill to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Even after blinking a few times, it was still there. Written clear as day was a three hundred dollar charge. He was going to kill her….

It wasn’t long after they got married that John realized Sammy had no sense when it came to money. More than once during their first months of marriage Sammy came home from a shopping spree, having spent five to eight hundred dollars in a single sweep.

After the fifth time this happened, John had sat Sammy down to set some ground rules.

“You and I both know that we cannot afford for you to spend this type of money every time we turn around. We just bought a house; just started our life together and I don’t want to lose everything because you can't control your spending.” She gave him a pout but he forged ahead.

“I love you, you know I do, but from now on you can only spend a hundred dollars a month.”

“But…”

“No, this is not up for discussion! A hundred dollars a month is more than fair, I’m not asking you to pay bills out of that money or buy groceries. It’s yours to spend as you please, but a hundred dollars is all you get. I think that’s more than fair for a month’s time.”

“But…” Sammy tried to intervene again.

“There will be not buts about this. Actually, it will be your butt on the line if you can’t follow this rule.” John had been spanking Sammy since a month after they met. She had thrown a beer bottle at his head during a minor disagreement. “I’m serious about this Sammy. No more spending just to spend, or I’m taking the extra cash outta your butt, you got it?”

Not happy but not knowing what else to say Sammy had agreed. And she had done a darn good job following the rule too. (Unlike some of her other rules!) There had only been two occasions, over the last three years, where Sammy had broken her spending rule without permission. Both times John had punished her.

The first time she had only spent about $10 more than she should have. She did it on purpose about six month after he had instated her allowance, just to see what he would do. She quickly found out that even ten extra dollars earned her a hot seat. John had first taken her over his knee and lit into her with only his hand. Then he had pulled out the dreaded hair brush and made her glow. She ate dinner standing up that night. John was obviously not messing around about her spending.

The second time, Sammy had been mad at John for spending too much time watching golf. She had stormed out of the house upset and returned hours later, a hundred and seventy-five dollars lighter. She barely made it through the door with her shopping bags before John had her turned face down over the back of the couch. He used the dreaded brush on her again but also gave her twelve awful swats with his belt. She knew he wouldn’t have been so hard on her had she not spent so much money out of anger. She hadn’t gone over her budget since that day.

She loved John and didn’t want to disappoint him. Overall, he really was fair about the no spending rule. Especially when a special occasion came up. Like the month of her sister’s wedding where she got permission to spend almost two-thousand dollars between a new dress, shoes, jewelry and a present.

But John had not given her special permission to spend three hundred dollars this time. Sammy was going to be in a world of trouble when she got home from work.

Sammy pulled into the garage surprised to see John home so early on his late night. She was even more surprised to see him meet her at the door.

“How was your day sweetie?” he greeted her sounding a little too smooth.

“Um, fine. How was yours? Is something wrong?” she asked making her way into the house.

“Mine was great. Nothing was wrong.” ‘Uh oh’ she thought, scrambling for what he could have found out that would result in her having a warm rear. When a list of about fifteen things popped into her head she decided to keep her mouth closed. “I got off work early. I thought we might have dinner out tonight. I checked the mail when I got home and we got our latest credit card bill.” ‘Uh oh’ she thought again, ‘he wasn’t supposed to see that’.

“John I can explain...” she started.

“Sammy, three hundred dollars? For what?” He paused only briefly, “No, don’t even answer that! That’s triple your budget!!”

They hadn’t made it out of the foyer yet but he swung her around tucking her neatly under one arm. With his free arm he lifted her customary skirt and started in.

“What were you thinking?” he asking spanking away.

“Do you know how much we could buy for three-hundred dollars?” as he walked, his swats got harder.

“Ow, John wait! I can explain! Please!” Sammy begged trying to wiggle away.

After a volley of five hard swats to her bottom, he let her up. “Explain fast.”

Rubbing her rear, Sammy pushed down her skirt with a smile, “I’ll be right back. I have to show you.” She started up the stairs but he grabbed her arm.

“Bring down the hair brush when you come back, I doubt there’s any explanation that’s going to get you out of this.” He promised with a sad look. The smile dropped from her face as she hurried up the stairs.

John could hear her overhead, first in their bedroom then in the spare bedroom closet.

“John it’s too heavy, I like never got it up here in the first place! Can you just come see please?”

Confused but intrigued John climbed the stairs and entered the spare bedroom. In her left hand was the hair brush just as he instructed. Under her right hand, half in the closet, half out was a brand new set of golf clubs.

“What the…” he started.

“Happy birthday!!” she smiled with delight.

“But, it’s not my birthday.”

“No,” she agreed, “your birthdays not till next week, but I decided keeping the surprise another week was not worth the cost of three hundred dollars coming out of my bottom!!” she giggled as he hugged her.

“I completely forgot it was my birthday,” he admitted. “But three-hundred dollars is still a lot of money, sweetie...”

“For your 30th birthday I figured it was ok to splurge a little.” She smiled up at him as realization hit him. Not only had he forgotten his own birthday but it was obvious he had also forgotten that he was turning the big three-oh.

“Well, in that case, I guess I have to agree and say thank you. It was very nice of you to buy me such a lovely gift for my birthday.” He said, removing the brush from her hand as he slowly kissed her.

“But do me a favor?” he said breaking away.

Once again she smiled up at him, “What’s that?”

“NO… PARTY…!” he said punctuating each word with a swat from the brush before dropping it to the floor.

“Owwie” she complained as he lifted her off her feet and carried her to their room.

Even with the burn of the last two swats fresh in her mind, Sammy wondered with a grin what John was going to say next Saturday with a hundred of his closest friends showed up to celebrate his birthday.

~o~

 Lillian did write a few more stories and I may be posting them soon. I think she has done a beautiful job and I'd love more stories from her. I'd like more stories from you too - yes, I am talking to you. Start writing all ready! Please send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

An update

A quick update on the situation.

He did show up this morning and met with the principal during morning planning. It ended in a shouting match and Mr. K was told to go home – he didn’t, and was ‘escorted’ from the building. His main beef today was that we wouldn’t listen to him and use the seating chart he wants to use for our field trip next month. We’re using the one the bus company sent us! Mr. K says they sent the wrong one. His chart has only 44 seats and we’ve contracted for 2 buses with 56 seats each. Sigh… I have no idea where all this will end.

Nothing on topic, just griping about work again.

There’s something going on at work these days. I’m in a four-person team.  Megan and I get along great, a new woman joined us this year and I really like her. And then, of course, there’s Mr. K. He is rude, arrogant, bossy – he’s always right and never shuts up.

Things are getting worse. Last week he was so rude to the principal at a meeting the rest of us were honestly covering our eyes. There was a private meeting between them later and Mr. K left. I don’t know if he walked out or if he was told to leave. That was Friday. Monday morning he just didn’t show up and had not contacted a sub.

Boss met with the other three of us today. He says Mr. K feels no one likes or respects him. He says no one listens to him. He’s forty, unmarried and has no friend at work or otherwise really. I feel sorry for him – I really do, but he brings it on himself with his total lack of social skills.

Boss feels about the same as we do, but he is asking for our help in making Mr. K feel better. And he is asking for any suggestions we have in how he can change the way he deal with Mr. K. It’s a toughie, they are two alpha males – neither with great social skills (picture thirteen year old boy personalities.)

I know why Mr. K is having a harder time now. In the past, before last year, all his partners were sweet, polite, ladies who allowed him to run all over them. Last year he and Miss T got along pretty well. But now, now… he is teamed with three strong women who basically ignore him and it’s driving him crazy. I may choose to be submissive to Nick when he feels like being dominate, but as I’ve gotten older and more confident I’m pretty much alpha bitch when anyone else tries to tell me what to do.

If he come in tomorrow (and I think he will because, like everyone else, he has to have a job) the boss will meet with him again and then he wants our team to meet with him – sometime soon.  I really don’t know what to say. The man has been irritating me for nearly eleven years now. If we all meet together I know he will feel ganged up on. I plan to begin by giving him a chance to tell things that I do that bugs him. That seems only fair if I’m going to address some of his shortcomings.

This year especially, I have wonderful students – ninety of them. I really love them all. I like ninety-five percent of the factuality. But Mr. K, poor Mr. K, I just don’t know what’s going to happen. I’ll be polite and I’ll be professional, I will not tell him what to do or how to run his class – but if he thinks for one minute he can get away with rudeness, or trying to tell me what to do… all I can say is, heaven help him if he tries.

Fantasy Friday, "I said you'd be sorry..." II

Happy Friday to all. I have a re-run today, but if you weren't reading here in 2009 it should be new to you. It was written my one of our current bloggers so I won't tell you until you finish and you can be thinking of who it might be. I hope you like the pictures. I used to always have then and I still think they add a lot, but it took HOURS! I would always have something in mind for what I wanted and I'd just keep searching and searching. 

I know you'll enjoy this one...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~o~

Well, how about it, were you able to guess who wrote this? This wonderful little story was written by one of our favorite blogger - Ronnie, of Heart and Soul. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. This was 2009 Ronnie, I really think it's time for another contribution, LOL! All kidding aside, I really thank you for helping out.

And come on everyone! There have been very few new stories lately, break down, give it a try. You know you want to. So start writing and send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

That didn't take long

Guess

what's

happening 

to 

Mollie

today?

Count me in on a good meme.

My thanks to Hermione for getting this one started. I've enjoyed the answers of other, here's mine.  And a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Paul!

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?

One of my children.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?

Have I not mentioned that I’m perfect? Of course I do.

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?

If I know everyone, I’m a talker. If I don’t know many, I listen.

Do you take compliments well?

I usually say thank-you, but I rarely believe them.

Are you an active person?

Does typing count?

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive?

Not for very long.

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?

No, I’ve always been a home body.

What was your favorite game as a kid?

I always wanted to play ‘make believe’ and I always wanted to be the boy.

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?

Would I what? Tell them to go to hell, probably.

 

Are you judgmental? 

Probably about as much as the average person.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?

Neither any more, I’m fine.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Ready to retire.

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?

I need my eyes for reading and writing and visiting out here. I need my ears for listening to real life friends. As it is I have to wear glasses and I can only hear well out of one ear – I’ll stick with what I've got.

Are you continuing your education?

You have no idea how much I’m learning.

Do you know how to shoot a gun?

Nope.

How often do you read books?

As much as I can when I’m not writing one.

Do you think more about the past, present or future?

Most of the time, the future.

What is your favorite children's book?

I loved the Trixie Beldon mysteries

Where is your ideal house located?

In the mountains with a great view of the valley.

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?

French cut panties.

Last person you talked to?

Nick

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?

A few times as a kid.

What are your keys on your keychain for?

Home, work, car.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?

To work, about three miles.

Where is your current pain?

My knees usually, but not too bad at the moment.

Do you like mustard?

NO! I hate it, and Nick won’t touch mayo – this union will never last.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat?

Sleep.

Do you look like your mom or dad?

My dad, so I’m told.

How long does it take you in the shower? 

Ten minutes usually, but I love longer showers when I have the time.

What movie do you want to see right now?

Monsters University, Mollie says it’s great.

What did you do for New Year's?

Struggled to stay awake until midnight as Nick snored.

What was the cause of your last accident?

Coughing (some can relate).