Vacation Post

Happy Monday - As I mentioned in my last post, I'm on vacation.  Rey and I are having a great time and another week to go.  Yahoo.

Here's a retread.

Billie Jo Michaels tried sneaking into bed.  Breathing a sigh of relief as she brought up the covers, her head had just settled on the pillow, when Benny rolled over.

“A little late aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry I woke you.  I tried being quiet.  It was a busy night and there was a lot of clean up and prep work for tomorrow’s brunch.”

‘Then how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”

“Oh, one of the new girls smokes like a chimney and it must contaminate all of us.”

“Uh huh.  You know how I feel about lying?”

“Yes, Benny, I do.”

“So how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”

“Honest, hon.  We stood out back waiting for everybody to finish and I guess that’s why.”

“Okay Babe, but you better be telling me the truth or else you know what happens.”

“Yes, Babe. ”

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Billie Jo Michaels had talked Benny into her taking a weekend job as a hostess/server at Bennington’s restaurant.  Benny thought one job was enough but Billie Jo threw that logic right back at him.  Benny was a full-time high school history teacher, the assistant football coach, and also served as a referee during basketball season.  He was actually considering taking on the cross-country team in the spring and Billie Jo won her point by telling him she was a weekend sports widow.  Benny loved his job and sports but that wasn’t the reason he took on the extra duties.  Teachers didn’t make a great deal of money, so the extra stipends from coaching went right into their house downpayment fund.  Billie Jo agreed she would contribute her restaurant salary to the fund and that sealed the deal.

Billie Jo’s restaurant co-workers would often go over to the casino after work and they finally talked Billie Jo into accompanying them.  The first time, she did really well playing the slot machines, coming home with $500 in winnings, the second time she won again and she became hooked.  She made more in two nights than she had in two months at the restaurant and she went more often. When she finally told  Benny, he became apoplectic.

“Gambling is addictive, believe me I know.  I experienced it in my family and it almost ruined my parent’s marriage.  I forbid you to continue to gamble away your hard earned money.”

“But, Ben, I’ve won at least $800.”

“Yes, that’s how you get sucked in.  It will only be a matter of time before you lose money. Once that happens, you start to bet more and more hoping to win it back.  I’m serious, Billie Jo, I forbid you to visit the casinos without me.  Do you understand?”

“But what will I tell the girls.”

“I don’t care what you tell the girls, tell them your husband forbids it.”

“Oh, I could never do that.  They would give me a hard time.”

“Well, if I catch you gambling, I’ll be giving you a hard time.”

                                                  

Billie Jo turned down the girl’s invitations the next couple of times, but then one night she was mad at Benny and accompanied her friends.  She lost her initial stake and kept playing more and more money trying to recoup her loss.  Before she realized it, she had lost over $1,000. I don’t need to tell Benny, I’ll put it on the credit card and he never checks the bill so I’ll just pay it off before he finds out,” she thought to herself. 

Unfortunately, plans don’t always work out the way we want.  On one of those rare weekdays when Benny beat Billie Jo home from work, he retrieved the mail from the box.  He opened the credit card bill and when he saw the charge for the casino, he hit the roof.   He sat in the living room to keep an eye on the street.  The minute her car hit the driveway, he was up and waiting for her at the door.  He had his belt doubled over in his hand when he opened the door and took her arm.  He didn’t waste any time, he was lashing her backside as he ushered her into the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes and lay over the bed, he bellowed while he arranged the pillows.

“Why, what did I do?”

“I can’t believe you are asking me that question.  Does that mean there’s more than one thing that deserves a spanking?  We’ll talk about it while you’re standing in the corner after I stripe your bottom.”

Billie Jo quickly removed her clothes; she knew better than to try to stall or talk him out of this punishment.  When he was in this mood, the best thing she could do for herself and her tush was  to move fast and quietly to do his bidding.  She lay over the bed and he wasted no time in expressing his displeasure.  The belt landed quickly and often, not giving her enough time to catch her breath before the next stripe marked her bottom.

She tried clenching her butt cheeks making him stop for a moment.

“Do I have to get the ginger?”

“No.” she managed to get out.  He moved her thighs further apart and his belt once again began it’s assault on her now tender red backside.  Billie Jo’s fingers clutched the comforter as she tried to focus on accepting the pain of the spanking. She didn’t think she could take another spank when she realized the belt was no longer striking her backside.

He stood her up and propelled her to the corner.

“Hands clinched behind your head.   When you’ve stopped sobbing I want you to tell me exactly what this was all about.”

Standing behind her, he watched as her sobs started to abate.  He could feel the heat coming off her red striped ass and knew she had to be hurting. He wanted to get his point across because he didn’t want to visit this subject again.  Gambling ruined his childhood, and he didn’t want to relive the experience as an adult – he thought he had made that clear to her.

“So are you ready to talk to me?”

She brought her hands down and turned around.  Very sternly he told her“I didn’t tell you to turn around and get those hands back up.  All I want you to do is to tell me why you just got spanked," 

“I don’t know.”  He picked up the belt and swung it across her ass.  He saw her body jump as the fresh strike brought back the heat that had just started to subside.

“Want to try that again.”

“I don’t know.”  The belt lashed her throbbing bottom three more times. “Before I ask again, I want you to think long and hard because if you don’t give me the truth, you’re going to be back over the bed and your welts will have welts.  Do you understand?”

She shook her head yes.  “Why are you getting this spanking?”

“I disobeyed you.”

“That’s a start, care to embellish.”

“I disobeyed you and went to the casino without you.”

“Finally,” he said.  He sat down on the bed and watched her.  He let her stew there for fifteen minutes before he told her to come to him.  He made her stand between his legs while he explained once again how much he hated gambling. 

“I hope this spanking will be a reminder the next time you decide to gamble.  Now lay back down on the bed.”

“What?  You just spanked me, why am I getting another spanking.”

“You’re getting another spanking because you didn’t tell me when it happened.  If I hadn’t opened the credit card statement, I would still be in the dark, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Yes, I know you are but I want to be sure you remember.  After this spanking, you’re going to go to the computer and look up Gambler’s Anonymous.  When you’re finished reading, I want you to write down the twelve steps and post it on the refrigerator along with your five hundred lines of Why I don’t gamble.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took pity on her and this spanking was not nearly as harsh as the first.  He gave her five licks with the belt and then took her over his knee and finished up with a brisk hand spanking. He pulled her up onto his lap, arranging her over his legs so that her bottom wasn’t touching anything. He cuddled her tightly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

Afterward, she went to the bathroom to freshen up and came out dressed in her robe.

“No dice, Billie Jo. Take it off.  I want you to feel the humiliation of the spanking while you’re sitting at the table reading and writing your lines.  When that is completed, your punishment will be over and you can get dressed.”

“But…

“Billie Jo, are you going to disobey me already.  The belt is still here on the bed.”

“No sir.”  He watched her leave the room, and he had all he could do to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up inside.  The look on her face when he reminded her about the belt was priceless.  He wished he had a camera to preserve it for posterity.

An hour later, she was still sitting at the table writing her lines, when the doorbell rang. She immediately jumped up.  “Stay right there,” he told her.

“But Benny, I don’t have anything on.”

“I’m well aware of your situation.  Stay right there.”   He could see the UPS man standing at the door and knew he would not be allowing him any further than the door but Billie Jo didn’t know that.  He watched her squirm and more than her bottom was red.

“As he opened the door, he told her loud enough to hear in the kitchen “Stay where you are unless you want another spanking.”  The UPS man handed him the package and winked.  Benny was quite sure Billie Jo would remember the spanking and this embarrassment for a while.

The next time the girls asked her to join them on a casino night, she politely refused.

“My husband doesn’t like me gambling,” she told them as she unconsciously rubbed her butt cheek.

The UPS man never passed their house without smiling.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.