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Warranty Card
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I wonder sometimes if I don't unconsciously do bad things to get
spanked. I knew I was going to get spanked this morning, that
was a given. Still I ended up throwing away that warranty card
almost as if I wanted to be spanked FOR something.
I had balanced the checkbook, managed to get the bank books and
receipts tucked back into the wall organizer that holds all that
stuff. I also put the paid mail in a pile on the TV to go out
to the mailbox. Yet, I took that warranty card for the new TV,
the one he had showed me and said he was going to fill out, the
one that would insure us a free mystery gift, the one he had tucked
next to the checkbook. The colorful warranty card with the big
TV on the front just somehow ended up getting thrown in the trash.
It spent the night in the trash and had mucky cereal tossed on
it the next morning.
Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings are spanking days for me.
It just works out that Master and I are alone for forty minutes
on these mornings three days of the week. Sure, sometimes things
happen and we skip a day. Usually though, Friday's are a certainty
because I need the spanking to get me through the weekend. This
Friday was even more of a certainty because there is not another
sure chance of a spanking for ten days thanks to college schedules
and high school spring breaks.
So certain was I that I would get a spanking Friday morning, that
I woke Master up as I got in bed the night before. I slid down
under the covers and took him into my mouth and hugged him close.
I didn't care that he might wake up and want to fuck me. I knew
even if he did, that even if he was tired the next day, that I
would get a spanking. I even figured that I would get a better
then usual spanking because I was such a good girl.
Then the next morning Master started looking for the warranty
card. He was planning to fill it out while our son was warming
up his car. He wanted to look busy until we were left alone and
he would spank me. My son left for school and we were alone in
the house, looking for the warranty card.
He looked in the desk and the recycled paper bag. I looked in
the trash and found it. I apologized, saying that I had thrown
it away with the flyers from the bank when I balance the checkbook.
He opened the card and it stuck to itself. It was unusable.
When you have been married 23 years, things like this can cause
a big fight. Who knows why? Usually it's because other things
are going wrong other places. Master had been stressed at work.
He likes things at home to at least be calm and peaceful. He threw
the card in the trash and said it was no more good. I got it out
of the trash and said I would call them and have them mail us
another one. He went in the living room and sat down on the couch
and said he was ready to spank me.
His voice made spanking me sound like just another thing he HAD
to do, another responsibility, another JOB. I sort of slumped
on the couch and said I didn't feel like getting spanked.
Master then said he didn't feel like spanking me either and started
puttering around the house, doing stuff that I would do when he
left for work. He folded some blankets, wiped off the kitchen
table, opened the kitchen curtains. I just curled on the sofa
feeling like a worthless piece of ... warranty card killer. Then
he moved a kitchen chair into the living room. I figured he was
going to dust the ceiling fan and REALLY show me that I was no
good.
He sat down on it and said that NOW he felt like spanking me,
and he smiled at me. He added something about me being SO bad.
I stood next to him and told him I felt like I needed a spanking
too. It was sort of funny cus I stood on the wrong side and he
wanted to know if I intended on getting a left hand spanking.
I always try to get on the wrong side of a horse too.
It was a good spanking. The kind that hurts so bad but the pain
feels good. I was well behaved for this spanking, more so then
I have been lately. I didn't reach back at all and my hands and
toes stayed on the carpet most of the time. It was a hard spanking
yet I didn't complain much at all. I knew he loved me when he
spanked me. I knew he enjoyed slipping his fingers into his naughty
girl and making her cum on his hand. I could tell.
After he fucked me, he immediately got up and started puttering
again. I just laid there thinking about how good it feels to not
have a worry in the world. I know I am so lucky.
The sticky warranty card is sitting on the computer desk. It says
right on the top that you can get your free gift by filling out
this card or by calling the 1800 number and registering over the
phone. Maybe he read that when he was in the kitchen. I better
watch myself closely, or I might unconsciously throw it away again.
© 2000 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com : not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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