1. The Credit Card


    Date: 9/20/2023, Categories: Spanking, Author: PJH 

    ... inevitable. She thought back to the last caning that she had received but memories of how the cane stung her bare buttocks did not make her feel any better.

"Any post?" asked Tim, after he had returned home from work.

"Yeah," said Vicky, handing him three envelopes, including the credit card statement.

"I will not open this one until later," said Tim, indicating the statement envelope.

They ate, with Vicky feeling more and more nervous. They then watched television for a while.

"I will open this now," announced Tim, picking up the envelope.

Tim opened the envelope, and Vicky nervously watched as he scanned it.

"Seventy-three pounds! What the fuck!" exclaimed Tim.

"That was the dress I told you about, I am sure that you will like me in it," responded Vicky.

"We can't afford it," replied Tim, still scanning the statement.

"What is this? Sixty pounds," said Tim, pointing out another item.

"Oh, that was a vase; it was a bargain, reduced from ninety," said Vicky.

"A vase, what do we need a vase for?" demanded Tim.

"It is nice," said Vicky, weakly.

"I told you what would happen if you overspent, but still you do it," said Tim.

"Yes, darling, I am sorry," stammered Vicky.

"You will be very, very sorry when the cane is lashing your buttocks," pointed out Tim.

"There must be some other way to resolve this," said Vicky, trying to unzip Tim's trousers.

"I warned you, but still you go ahead and spend; a sore arse might make you think ...
    ... next time," said Tim, pushing Vicky's hand away from his trouser zip.

"Please, Tim, I am so sorry," said Vicky, close to tears, although she knew that a caning was inevitable.

"I am going to fetch the cane; I want you to be bent over the back of the sofa naked from the waist down when I return," said Tim, leaving the room.

"Please, no," sobbed Vicky, but she knew that she was going to be caned, and caned severely.

Vicky reluctantly removed her skirt and her knickers, and bent over the back of the sofa, very aware of her exposed arse.

Tim retrieved the cane from the back of the wardrobe where it had been since it was last put to use more than five years previously. She had been warned and she deserved exactly what she was about to get.

Vicky's body tensed as Tim re-entered the room. She did not look up but was aware of him moving behind her.

"I am sorry," said the bent-over Vicky, sobbing.

"You were warned, you deserve this," said Tim, thinking what a great arse his wife had.

"I know; H-h-how many are you going to give me?" stammered Vicky.

"Enough to make you think twice about overspending again," replied Tim, the cane between his hands.

Vicky sobbed and her body tensed when she felt the cane tapping against her buttocks. Her well-deserved thrashing was about to start.

The tapping of the cane against her rear stopped, the cane was raised and then it slashed down through the air making a loud CRACK on impact with Vicky's arse. A split second ...
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