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Paying Bills
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A husband catches his wife spending money and not
caring that he has to pay the bills, so he punishes
her. (MF, spank)
***
It was Sunday night and Ted was doing his hated weekly
chore: paying bills, balancing accounts, entering the
data into his spreadsheet. Oh, there was enough money,
but Ted had a long standing habit of making sure.
He and pretty black-haired young Teresa had returned
from their honeymoon earlier in the week, and there was
an awful lot of paperwork that had piled up on the den.
Since it was Sunday night, Ted reluctantly attacked the
stack of bills. Teresa, although half his age, was the
love of his life -- pretty, intelligent, quick-witted,
hard-working, comforting and, occasionally, demanding
in just the way he liked. She was in the kitchen
cleaning up after dinner and about to start on the
laundry.
Ted knew he could use electronic means for paying
bills, but he did not want to yield control of his
hard-earned dollars to an impersonal machine that
could, indeed, make mistakes. After an hour of the
drudgery -- sorting bills by their due date, tearing
off those ridiculous advertising flaps from billing
envelopes, meticulously writing each check amount in
the register -- he put his head in his hands and
sighed. Then he called, "TEREEEEESA!" She thought it
sounded so sweet, but Ted meant his summons as an
expression of exasperation.
Teresa, wearing an apron over her Spandex slacks,
bounced into the den. "Let me show you something here,
Teresa darling," Ted said, as he sat in his straight
backed chair at the huge desk in the den. She moved to
his right to get a look at what he was doing.
"Honey, I've never had this much trouble with the
checking accounts. And you know why?" Without waiting
for a response, Ted explained: "It seems you have
written checks without recording them, and according to
the bank statement, you made six cash withdrawals
without recording them, either. Not only are my records
messed up, it looks as if you caused me to bounce TWO
checks!"
"Oh dear," Teresa replied sympathetically. "I'm really
sorry. I thought we had the money, and I guess I
forgot. That's why I married you, sweetie," she
giggled. "To do all the important stuff," she grinned.
"Except I can't do the 'important stuff' if you don't
pay attention to the checkbook. Of course we have the
money, but that isn't the way the banking system works.
And it's not the way I work," he retorted sharply.
"Oh, pooh!" she said. "Your making a mountain out of a
molehill!"
"Teresa," Ted replied, now sounding more like her dad
than her lover and newly wed husband. "I am going to
take the checkbook away until you start remembering the
'important stuff.' And I might have to limit your use
of the credit cards!"
"C'mon, Ted," she whined. "You know I'm no good at
math. I'll try to pay attention this month."
"Give me your checkbook, Teresa," Ted commanded. "No! I
won't! I have rights, too. Remember our vows?"
"Of course I do, Teresa," he said. "And one of those
vows was to OBEY! Now give me the checkbook!"
"I will NOT!"
"Teresa, you are acting your age now," Ted told her.
"You are acting like you're a bratty teenager."
"Well, if you don't like it, why don't you ground me,"
she asked sarcastically.
"I'll do more than that, young lady," Ted growled,
suddenly grabbing her arms, which had rested on the
desk as she was bent over looking at the pile of
checks. In a well-practiced motion, Ted slid his chair
back away from the desk, and he hauled his bride right
across his lap, her apron flying up and her legs
kicking.
"What are you doing!?" she hollered. "What do you
think. I'm going to give you a spanking, and I am going
to teach you to be more careful." Before she could
protest further, his large right hand had slapped her
across the tight Spandex. SLAP!
"Owwww!! You can't do this to me!" she yelled. "Well, I
AM doing it, and there is not much you can do about
it," Ted said, "except to take it."
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
He punctuated his lecture about fiscal responsibility.
Teresa was really angry now, flailing her legs and
pushing against his thighs to get away. But Ted was
strong -- that's what attracted her to him in the first
place. In a momentary lapse between licks, Teresa
managed to slide to the floor. Ted responded by picking
her up like a day-old kitten, standing her up and
pulling down her slacks, then her white lace panties.
She stood there naked from the waist down, face
reddening and eyes shooting laser beams at him.
Though she still struggled, Ted again hoisted her over
his lap and began spanking in earnest. SMACK WHAP WHACK
SLAP SPANK!!
"AAAAHHHH!!! Ted, stop it this instant! OWW!! I'm going
to call the police, Ted... OOOOWWWWW OOOOOOHHHH!!! I'm
going to divorce you, Ted!"
That last remark provoked the usually calm and
controlled Ted to reach into his desk's middle drawer
and procure an 18-inch wooden ruler. Then he really
began to spank his bride, hard!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"You brute! You horrible brute!" she cried, and I mean
cried, because the tears were starting to fall. "You're
really enjoying this aren't you?" she spat.
"Yes, my dear. Actually, I am. Hasn't naughty little
girl gotten a spanking before?" he asked, sarcasm
dripping down his chin.
"Yessssss," she hissed. "A lot, and I don't like it one
bit." "Obviously," retorted Ted, recalling his college
role as Petrucchio, "you didn't get enough!"
Having proved his strength and toughness, risking
everything to initiate his bride into a form of marital
discipline she had not expected, Ted began easing up.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"There, Teresa. You can keep your checkbook, but I want
it balanced next month, balanced like a cat on a hot
tin roof!"
Teresa scrambled up, sputtering and fuming, and raced
upstairs to bed, slamming the door loud enough for Ted
to hear -- and chuckle at. After another hour and a
half at the dreaded chore -- not so dreadful this
Sunday evening -- Ted put the last stamps on the
envelopes, fed the cats, let the dog out, turned out
the lights and went upstairs, expecting a very angry
and unforgiving wife.
The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, the
adjoining bathroom light was on, providing him with
just enough sight to notice Teresa still awake. She was
on the new three-foot high king size bed in her sexiest
night clothing -- actually, a black teddy!
He slipped off his clothes and got into bed, admiring
his young wife's firm and curvy body as he had not
during the spanking.
"Teddy," she cooed. "I'm sorry about the checkbook.
Please don't ever give me another spanking like that.
OK?"
Ted cleared his throat and stammered, not knowing what
to say. "I didn't like the surprise, Teddy," she
explained. "But you know," she giggled, "it didn't feel
all that bad afterwards. Spank me again, Teddy...like
this."
Teresa had sat up, turned over and raised herself on
the mattress to an all-fours position, facing the
headboard. She had lifted her nightie, spread her legs
and beckoned again, "Like thhhisss!"
Ted was no fool. He scooched closer to the bride young
enough to be his daughter and raised his right hand
behind her, parallel to her wiggling bottom. In slow
motion, he brought his palm forward and virtually
kissed Teresa's ass with it, letting it linger across
that Bermuda Triangle of her bottom curve, the top of
her thigh and the underside of her smooth pussy.
"Oooof," she growled lustily as the force of his slow-
motion spank rocked her forward. He spanked again, in
exactly the same place. And again...
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"Ooooooohhh," she squealed, as he Teddy mock-spanked
her again and again, making no marks at all, except on
her naughty, naughty soul.
They made love that night like never before... once on
top, once on the bottom and once in a way that made
Teresa's little-girl bottom an adult one forever.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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