Stolen Credit Card
The root of so many problems in a relationship can be based around money. – Making it, Saving it, and also … How it’s spent.
When credit cards begin to reach bills of 4 digits, tempers can flare easily. But the only thing that can make it worse is when an indifference to the problem is discovered.
When Avery’s Daddy showed her the 2400 dollar credit card bill she created, he asked her: “What are you gonna do next time you wanna spend 2400 dollars at the mall?”, she responded with: “Ask you for it?”
She definitely should’ve thought a little more before she answered.
But the bottom line was decided for her now. And the chips would now fall where they may. And as Avery was soon about to find out, the bottom “line” would actually be an “outline” on her bottom, put there by his hand.
Poor Avery … or perhaps more appropriately, Avery’s poor bottom.
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The beginning of the month. More often than not, this was a time of renewal, of looking ahead to the new experiences of the next few weeks – from changing seasons to changing weather to time spent with the ones you love.
But the beginning of this month started on a sour note … a rather expensive sour note …
Avery’s Daddy took a seat on the living room couch, opening and going through the mail of the day, which on this day included the bills of the prior month.
“What is this?” he said, looking at one piece of mail. “A credit card.”
He stared at the charges he saw on the bill. His eyes widened as he began to take in what he was reading.
“2400 dollars?” he asked, struggling to believe what it said the money was spent on. “Victoria’s Secret, Aeropostale, Old Navy, PacSun.”
He simply couldn’t beliee that he owed 2400 dollars. It was a mystery as to what this bill meant, but he knew someone who would definitely be able to shed some light on this enigma … and if she knew what was good for her, an explanation as well.
“Avery … Avery!” he called to his BabyGirl.
“Yes,” Avery replied, walking into the living room, but not getting to close to her Daddy once she saw the credit card bill in his hand. That, mixed with the look on his face told her she needed to do some quick thinking.
“How do you explain this?” he asked, holding up the bill.
“What is that?” she asked, quickly.
“This is my credit card statement,” he replied, pausing for her response.
“I don’t know,” she stated emphatically, hoping that complete denial might get her out of trouble this time.
It was a strange bit of deduction for her to be making, especially since denial not only didn’t get her out of trouble in the past, but it also created more trouble and lengthier punishments.
“You don’t know,” he said, repeating her answer for her to hear before looking down at the bill to read from it. “Where were you on the day of September 18th?”
“I don’t kn..” she began to answer quickly.
“Do you want me to tell you where you were? You were at the mall,” he interrupted her with, not wanting to hear her lie this time. “Because I remember you asking me … if you could go to the mall … with Sarah.”
Avery’s Daddy had a really good memory and the fact that he gave her details about that trip to the mall made clear that she ought to just accept that, once again, she wasn’t going to get out of trouble.
“And I can tell you that at 2:38 pm, you swiped my credit card,” he said, reading from the bill.
“What?” she asked, prepared to deny it.
“At Victoria’s Secret,” he added, reading from the bill again before looking up at her.
“Nooo,” she denied with an innocent-sounding tone.
“Don’t even tell me Nooo. I saw all the bags of stuff you came home with,” he said to her. “Come over here.”
“I didn’t … That was bought … But …,” she struggled to say, fishing for a quick excuse, but not finding one.
“Come over here,” he instructed.
“But, But …,” she stumbled to say.
“But, But, No. Just come over here,” he said as she walked up next to him and leaned over to look at the bill. “Seriously, do you see all these charges here? You see them here?”
“Yeah,” she said quickly, pretending that nothing seemed out of place on the bill.
“Twice in one day at Victoria’s Secret?” he asked, pointing out the multiple lingerie charges. “You didn’t buy enough the first time you were there? So you went back?”
“Um…,” she mumbled.
“And then a third time, a week later?” he asked, adding notice to another trip she obviously made to that store. “How many pairs of panties do you need? How many bras do you need?”
He tossed the bill away in disgust.
“I’m sorry,” she whined.
“You’re sorry? This is the second time you’ve run my credit card bill up,” he said, trying to contain his anger with her. “How did you even get my credit card?”
“You … were sleeping,” she said with a slight giggle to her tone.
Avery had a sweet-as-cherry-pie nature to her with a very fun-loving approach to practically everything.
But sometimes, her “fun-loving” was a bit too fun. And a lesson needed to be taught again.
He draped her over his knee and began delivering smacks to her bottom. He didn’t hold back on the force, either. She winced and grunted at the beginning of her spanking, frustrated that, once again, she was about to be punished.
“Maybe I should give you 2400 spanks,” he said, delivering one smack after another to her bottom.
“What?” she asked, still wincing at the pain of his hand on her bottom.
“Yeah, one for each dollar you spent,” he answered.
His hand landed on her bottom, again and again, each time with a resounding thud that began to sound like rapid fire gunshots. No doubt, Avery was feeling the correction for every penny she had wasted.
“Please stop,” she pleaded with a tone that had gone teary.
In the past, she had apologized for similar infractions, but continued to do the very things she had apologized for. So “I’m Sorry” really didn’t hold the value that it should’ve.
He stood her up and stripped her of her pants and underwear. Apparently, the only way to at least make clear to her that he was displeased was to spank her bottom until it turned pink … if not red in its hue.
For whatever stubborn reason she just wouldn’t learn. So, back across his knee she went and her spanking continued.
“What are you gonna do next time you wanna spend 2400 dollars at the mall?” he asked.
“Ask you for it?” she asked, innocently.
Poor Avery … or perhaps more appropriately, Avery’s poor bottom.
What followed was a fast-paced barrage of smacks, delivered in succession to each cheek. Her bottom became colorful. The smacks resonate through the room and she audibly squealed at each one.
“It hurts,” she cried, again and again, until he finally stood her up.
“You are gonna stand in that corner right there,” he said, point across the room. “Until I think you have learned your lesson.”
Avery obediently walked over to the corner directed and buried her nose in it. Her bottom was red and clearly showed the landing zone his hand had repeatedly targeted.
“Just so you know, I’m not finished with you,” he said. “You’ll get the rest of your punished after you think of what you did … for the next hour. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she pouted like a fussy, little girl.
“I’d better not ever see another credit bill card like that,” her Daddy declared.
With luck, fleeting and unrealistic as it may be, Avery had hopefully learned her lesson.
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