Gambling Doesn't Pay

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.  Teacher’s 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 if 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 move fast and quietly to do his bidding.  She lay herself 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 over 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 if 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 her hand unconsciously rubbed her butt cheek.

The UPS man never passed their house without smiling.

Broken Promises - A Story

Broken Promises

Janice walked in the door and was disgusted with herself.  She had broken a promise again and hated that she couldn’t seem to stay on track.  When Rex found out he would be disappointed with her and more than that he told her that if she slipped again she could look forward to an appointment with his belt.  He would be coming in later and she wondered if he already knew or if she had to tell him.  Somehow, that was worse.  Admitting she had let him down again.

When the girls asked her to join them after work she hesitated.  She wasn’t sure she had enough will power to say no to that first cocktail.  Unfortunately for her, that first cocktail released her inhibitions.  She had a very low tolerance for alcohol and she would find herself inebriated after three drinks.  When she had a few she was like a different person. She did and said things she would never do while she was sober and she liked the freedom the alcohol provided. This time she had flirted with one of her co-workers a little too much and one of the other guys had to come to her rescue.  She was totally embarrassed and now she had to face both of them next week at work and knowing Rex  an apology would have to be made.

The last time she had a few too many she stepped up on the bar and started dancing.  Everyone thought it was great fun and were egging her on.  That is everyone except Rex.  He was so annoyed, he yanked her down and hauled her ass out of there.  When he got her home he put her to bed with the warning of a stern lecture.  The next morning he lectured her for over an hour about the evils of drinking too much and told her the next time she overindulged she would be sorry.

Rex didn’t mind her going out with the girls, he didn’t even mind her having a drink now and then.  What he did mind was her doing the things she would never do sober.  The first time he met her was at a party for his roommate.  She was the life of the party.  When he was introduced she pulled him by his necktie and invited him to kiss her until her toes curled.  He realized she was a little tipsy and declined the offer.  In no time, she was making the same offer to another party goer.  This fellow was taking advantage of the offer and Rex stepped in and separated them. He tried to get her out of there and take her home but she wanted no part of it.  He just let her be but kept an eye out for her the rest of the night. 

When he met her again she was totally sober and didn’t remember him at all.  He was able to see the real Janice and he liked her immensely.  She was feisty and cute as a button.  She had strawberry blond hair, green eyes and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.  She reminded him of one of the characters in one of his sister’s childhood storybooks.  Sober, she was a little shy but was not intimidated by his size or the fact that he was a police detective.  He wasn’t that tall,  under six feet, but he was well muscled and looked very much like a football player.  Being a police detective made him a little more cautious than other guys.  Once he got to know you he opened up but until then he kept himself under wraps because he was never sure when he might come across someone in his line of work.  He began seeing her on a regular basis.  When they had been together for a year he asked her to marry him.  She declined.  Said she was not ready to be married just yet and that he seemed a little too stoic for her.  She wanted more fun out of life and he could be a stick in the mud. 

He decided it would be better for him if they didn’t see each other for a while.  During that time she dated others.  He tried doing that too but Janice was too much in the forefront for him to even enjoy a casual relationship. 

One night he got a call from a fellow officer telling him he had just pulled over a Janice Martin and she said she knew you and suggested he call.  Janice had been driving a little recklessly and had refused a sobriety test.  That was when Janice suggested he call Rex.  Rex told him to just hold her there and he would be right over.  When he arrived, the officer and Rex had a chat and Rex convinced him he would handle the matter.  The other officer agreed.  Rex went over to Janice, asked her to get out of the car, and placed her across the hood of the car.  She was a little belligerent and asked him if he was going to handcuff her.  He replied that he would not handcuff her but he was going to spank her.  With that, his hand began paddling her backside.  She was squirming and kicking and his hand just kept on spanking.  When he was finished, she jumped up and started pummeling him.  He told her to stop or she would be getting more.  The other officer laughed and when Janice realized he had witnessed the whole scene she began punching him anew and spewing invectives that would make a sailor proud. He picked her up and put her in the back of his police car and locked it.  He could hear her hollering as he went over to her car, collected her belongings and locked the door.  He let her stew a few more minutes as he chatted with his fellow officer.  Janice was still yelling at him on the drive home so he finally just drowned her out by putting on the police radio.  When he got her home, he hauled her out of the car and literally dragged her into the house.  He went to the bathroom, found a bar of soap and threatened her with it if she didn’t stop yelling.  She quieted and he began his lecture about being a responsible drinker and how she could have hurt herself or others while driving drunk and he was going to make sure she remembered that the next time she tried to drive while impaired. With that, he pulled her over his knee, lifted her skirts and gave her a paddling she wouldn’t soon forget.  When her backside was a dark cherry red he stopped. She was sobbing in earnest and apologizing and promised she would never do it again.

The next morning when to took her to pick up her car, she thanked him for taking care of her and even admitted she needed that spanking.  She asked him if they could start seeing each other again.  He agreed but asked her to promise that she wouldn’t drink more than she could handle and remain sober.  She promised.

Six months had passed since that night and she had been doing so well.  She didn’t know how she could be so irresponsible. The good news was she hadn’t tried to drive but still she had broken her promise.  She knew the spanking would be her worst yet but not nearly as bad as Rex’s disappointment. She dreaded facing him.

She was in the bedroom when he came in.  She could see by the look on his face that he knew what had transpired.  One of his fellow officers had been at the lounge and had seen the whole thing.  She didn’t even try to explain – she knew it would be to no avail.  He nodded and began removing his belt.  She started sobbing and he could see the regret on her face.  He wasn’t swayed – if he didn’t keep his word she would think it didn’t matter to him and it did.  He told her to lay across the footboard of the bed and handed her a pillow.  The first red line of the strap on her white behind almost made him stop breathing.  He hardened his resolve and the next line was easier for him.  The strap moved relentlessly up and down her butt cheeks and her upper thighs. She never begged him to stop, moved her hand back, or kicked her legs.  She simply accepted her punishment.  When he finally stopped he was holding back his tears.  He picked her up and cradled her in his arms.  He kissed her head and told her he was sorry he had to punish her so harshly but he had promised and he was a man of his word.  Maybe she would be a woman of her word in the future. 

Janice remembered that spanking every time she ordered a second drink. It would sit in front of her as a reminder of what she promised her new husband.  Coke wasn’t so bad after all.