One of my pet peeves USED to be when my husband would forget or just procrastinate about paying a bill, and then we’d be assessed a late fee. The main reason that really rubbed me the wrong way, is because we HAD the money to pay it, and therefore were WASTING it on late fees by him not being on top of it. Virtually just throwing money away!
His response USED to be, “Yeah…but it was only a day late and the late fee is only $20 or $30.” Or whatever the amount was. For the most part, the late fee amounts were certainly not a deterrent for him and so he did little to change his procrastinating ways. He would just have to hear me gripe about it for a while and then we moved on.
But…NOW…If he incurs a late fee…he ALSO incurs an ass whuppin’! 😉
The first late fee he forgot after our new arrangement was also the last because I blistered his backside and taught him a lesson he did not soon forget.
This happened a long time ago, back when we were still getting our cable bill in the mail. Upon going through the mail one day, I opened up our cable bill and noticed the amount was a lot higher than it was supposed to be. After examining the bill I discovered the amount was higher was because it was showing the payment due for the previous month, this month, and the late fee assessed on top of it all. Rightly so. That’s what happens when you’re late to pay a bill. I wasn’t mad at the cable company, but I was not happy with my husband as we had talked about this before.
Unfortunately for him, I was wearing my meanest leather belt that day. So I took my belt off, doubled it over, and grabbed the bill. I found him in his office. When he looked up and saw me holding my belt in one hand and a bill in the other (along with the look on my face), he looked like he had seen a ghost. He immediately knew what this was about and started to yammer on…I, uh…wait…let me explain…
“Stop. Talking.” I sternly commanded, “and come with me.” I started down the hall towards our room. I looked over my shoulder to see him remorsefully walking behind me, with his eyes fixed on the belt dangling at my side. I got to the entrance to our room and stepped to the side as he caught up to me. I pointed towards the bed and said, “Assume the position.”
Even though the spanking had not yet begun, he had a pained look on his face as he passed me and walked to foot of our bed. Without a word he took down his pants and underwear and bent over the end of the bed. His butt now in position to receive the forthcoming discipline.
I walked over the to side of him and tossed the cable bill on the bed, in front of his face. “Care to tell me about this?” I questioned. I knew he had nothing to say but was waiting for him to try and lie or make an excuse. I had already decided that if he did make that mistake, I would give him a second spanking for it. “I…I…forgot to pay the cable bill,” he dejectedly responded. “I think we’ve had this discussion before, haven’t we?” I asked. “Yes’m” he responded. “Only THIS time, THIS time is different.” I continued. “THIS time, we are living under the rules of the Queen with real domestic discipline. Isn’t that right?” He took a deep breathe, knowing his fate was sealed and answered, “Yes Ma’am.” “So…as your Queen, I find you guilty of failing to pay a bill on time, thus incurring a late fee, thus throwing away perfectly good money. Money that could’ve bought me a new pair of sandals, a pedicure, or a perhaps a new video game for my soon to be crying husband. But instead it is just wasted.”
“SO…I am going to show you what happens from now on, whenever you forget to pay a bill on time.” I stepped back to get into spanking position and said, “While my belt is tearing up your backside, I want you to look at that bill. In fact, I want to see tears on that bill so put it under your face. If I see you looking anywhere other than that bill while I’m spanking you, then you’re going to get additional swats after the main spanking is over. Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am.” he quickly replied.
And with that, I started spanking! I was in control but was swinging HARD. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I had a good cadence going. One right after another. He was grunting in pain and his knees were slightly buckling from the pain of each swat as he struggled to stay in position. His grunts quickly turned to into crying out and he started apologizing and promising that it wouldn’t happen again, but I kept spanking. He started uttering various iterations of “OWW”, then he went into quietly crying as the belt kept landing. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. After about 35-40 lashes in a row, I walked over to the other side and began again. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Another 10 lashes in and he was crying pretty good. I glanced over and did see some tears on the bill, but I kept spanking until I reached about the same number of swats as I gave him from the other side.
When I was done with him, he was in tears, sobbing, and apologizing profusely. I picked up the bill and asked him if it was going to happen again. He apologized again and assured me that it wouldn’t. I tossed the bill back on the bed, told him to call them and take care of it, put my belt back on and left the room.
He couldn’t sit comfortably for a few days afterwards and we have yet to have been assessed a late fee again.
Now THAT ladies…is a deterrent!