Anatomy of a Spanking

Uh-oh. The evidence of your overspending has arrived, both in boxes and on the credit card statement. Your frivolity, while enjoyable at the time, comes with a price heftier than the impact on your bank account. There's the look. Now here comes the inevitable lecture.

You can't help but roll your eyes a bit. After all, it's YOUR money, too, right? But you are both supposed to be saving for your dream vacation, a romantic get-away full of hedonistic pursuits.

Your eye-rolling doesn't sit well, and that's when his sleeve-rolling begins.



Phrases such as, "you need to reevaluate your priorities, young lady", and, "showing little regard for our goals", make your gut seize with guilt. And then comes the chair. Followed by the look (again). And you know what's next.

"You know what's going to happen, now, don't you?" Yes, I predicted as much, you think. But instead you apologize and acknowledge that you know what's coming...a spanking. But hopefully I can keep all of those pretty things, you silently pray.

"And then you are going to return all of this stuff because we don't need any of it." Drat. That question's answered.

He looks you in the eyes and orders your panties down, beginning his session in Money Management 101.



You know there's more to come later. But it'll have to wait until after the trip to the post office to mail back all those lovely, yet wholly unnecessary extravagances.