Rough Week

It’s all messed up. I knew I was taking a bit of a risk and that Tom was going to be annoyed that I had gone somewhere that he felt I shouldn’t. But I managed to make thing a hundred times worse. I can’t believe my own stupidity! I’ve lived this lifestyle a long time and I surely know better.

Everything had been so pleasant around the house since I got home. I haven’t fussed once about work. He comes home at a reasonable hour. All was well. Until last night. After supper we were outside on the terrace watching the sunset and talking when the phone rang. I was the husband of one of the girl, let’s call him Big Mouth. He and Tom are working on the same project so his call wasn’t unexpected. Tom had the phone on conference so I was listening as they talked business. Just before they hung up Big Mouth asked “Well Tom can you believe where the girls ended up this time?”

I just froze! I had already had second thoughts about ever bring out the toys. I had had my fun just shopping and I had been rethinking the wisdom of telling Tom at all. Tom took the phone off conference and let Big Mouth continue. I sat in stunned silence as I heard Tom ask “Whose idea was that?” I couldn’t take anymore, I got up to go inside but Tom just mouthed “Sit!” They talked a bit longer. I couldn’t tell much from Tom’s short comments but I knew I was in big trouble. I just didn’t know how big until he asked the last two questions. He first asked “How did they get there?” That one did not cause me to panic. But then he asked “Who drove?”

Truly, I promise, the fact that my license was suspended did not occur to me one time on the trip. Yes, I drove to the store, I knew where it was and I usually drive on our excursions. I just never thought of it. But I was just about the first thing Tom honed in on. Tom hung up and just sat there looking at me. Finally he asked “Cassie, did you have this planned before you went on your trip. Was this shopping expedition your idea?” Have I explained that lying is one of the things Tom simply will not tolerate? But I knew for a fact that none of the girls would let that slip – the story was that we all decided it would be something funny and unusual to do. I was confident that was the story everyone was sticking with (and it turns out I was correct). I was the one who blew it.

So like a fool I repeated that we had all decided together at the spur of the moment. It was no big plan it just happened. Tom was still sitting on the rail. He just nodded for a minute then he asked “You went in that store and put those items on my credit card, how much?” I said “No, I didn’t use your card, I took cash, it was less that $75.” And with that I fell face first into the hole I was digging for myself. I never carry cash, I am lucky if I can come up with a couple of dollars at any time. It’s something Tom is always on my case about. The fact that I had thought to get cash and take it with was a dead give away that I had planned it all along. Way, way too late I decided to shut-up.

Tom said “Let me get this straight, you have been planning for some time to go to this sex shop knowing that several times I had told you no. You took your friends and cohered them into lying to cover up for you. You sat right here and lied to me when I asked you if you had planned it before you left. And as soon as you got away from me you decided you could do anything you wanted to so you drove anywhere you pleased on a suspended license. Do I have this about right?”

What could I say?!? Yes, damn it, he had it about right. (Except for the driving, I just forgot!) I just closed my eyes and sat there. I just couldn’t keep looking at him. His eyes were drilling holes in me. I don’t know how long I sat that way, minutes – hours? Tom didn’t say any more until I looked at him again. Then he said “I want you and everything you bought on the bed, now.” I wasn’t even sure I could stand up until Tom repeated “Now! Cassie!!”

I moved! I retrieved my purchases from the closet of the guest room and took them to our room. They certainly didn’t look worth all the trouble I had brought on myself. Tom waited nearly a half hour before he came up. It seemed like hours! Finally he came in. He picked up each item and looked at it carefully before he returned them to the bag. He took the whole bag and sat it out in the hall. I haven’t seen them since I guess they are gone.

Tom got the school paddle from the drawer and put me across his lap. He said “If you feel we need new spanking tools enough to sneak off to some sex shop to get them perhaps I am just not using the ones we have to their full effect.” I could tell from his tone that he was really mad. He may think he gives a warm up when he is mad but I don’t see it that way. I was still dressed but he was burning me up! He was talking about the stupid shopping trip but I wasn’t getting it all.

I had already started crying by this time, but tears don’t impress Tom when he is in the middle of things. He stood me up but I had no hope that he was finished. Tom stood up with me and asked “Cassie, why did you lie to me?” Well that question made me cry harder. I felt just awful. And I truly don’t know why I lied! I had already been caught; I knew he was going to spank me. What was I possibly thinking?? He told me to take off my pants and he knows it hate to do it myself. He bent me over the bed and shuttered as I heard him remove his belt. I belt on top of the paddling on top of him being so mad was just horrible. I guess this was the worse spanking I have had in quite a while.

When he finished with the belt I was really hurting. He told me to lie on the bed and he lay down with me and held me while I cried. He didn’t say anything for a while. When he started talking he said “We haven’t talked about your driving”. I really didn’t want any more spanking right then and I tried to tell him the truth - that I had forgotten that I hadn’t done it to be defiant. He said it was hard to believe I had forgotten since I had spent the last month moaning and whining but that even if I had it would have been because I was so anxious to put my misguided plan into action. But then he dropped the bomb shell.

He said he was going to keep my license for another 30 days after I got it back! I couldn’t believe he could mean that and I couldn’t stop myself from saying “That’s not fair! I get them back next Tuesday and you can’t have them!!” Two sharp slaps on my bruised bottom caused me to hush. But I was devastated! Tom didn’t say anymore. But he got up and got some of our lotion. It felt cool but it hurt to be touched at all.


It was the longest night I’ve been spent in years. I must have slept some because I kept wakening up. About 6 I woke up and Tom was staring at me. He said “I love you” and I started crying all over again. We made love it was soft and sweet and I felt completely forgiven! The best thing about our lifestyle is that things are taken care of they don’t linger and he doesn’t stay mad. It’s done and I get to start fresh.

Well almost, I asked Tom if he wouldn’t reconsider letting me drive. He didn’t seem mad anymore but he just said no and I can’t mention the license or driving until he brings it up. He didn’t go in until 10:00 that morning. But before he left he took all the cash and credit cards from my pocket book and said that he didn’t want me going anywhere this week. I asked him what if they called me to work but he just said ‘not this week’. He isn’t mad anymore but my leash will be short for a while!

All this happened on Monday night. I don’t like to blog when things feel bad. Plus I didn’t really feel able to sit long enough to explain. I have sat and typed a bit at the time. I like telling stories from long ago much better than having current stories where I mess up so bad. Wisdom is supposed to come with age. I guess I’m not as old as I thought.