Anna learns a lesson in financial accountability | Spanking story

Guest Writer
Nov 13, 2024
5 min read

Written by guest writer: Dom Daniel

"Honey, can you explain to me what this is?" asked Tom, entering the bedroom where Anna was lying on their bed, watching a video on her phone. Her heart sank to her feet when she saw what he had in his hands. It was her credit card statement from last month, showing the payment for the dress she had bought a few weeks ago.

She tried to playfully snatch the paper out of his hands, but Tom kept it out of reach. “Don’t play with me, Anna Jones” he warned her sternly. She knew that his tone and him saying her full name meant that a spanking was about to come.

“Tom, please don’t spank me”, she said almost begging. She knew that once he had decided to punish her, there was no way to change his mind, but she couldn’t help but try. “Well, if you have nothing to say in your defense, take off your pants and panties and go to the corner,” he said as he took her by the arm.

She didn’t know what to say, but she didn’t want to get spanked either. But she knew that disobeying would only result in a harsher punishment, so she did as she was told. Once her firm and round ass was bare, Tom led her to the corner, where she was left facing the wall, with her hands behind her head. He turned on the TV and started switching between channels.

After 15 minutes, which felt like an eternity for Anna, Tom turned the TV off and said:

“Over my knee young lady, let’s get this over with”.

Anna blushed and slowly walked over to him, who was now sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Hurry up, I haven't got all day”, he said raising his voice.

“Yes, Sir”, Anna replied as she threw herself over his knee. She was a little surprised by her own submission. But Tom didn’t give her time to think more about it, as he started smacking her ass firmly and fastly. He alternated between her cheeks, and smacked for several minutes without saying a single word. Anna struggled to maintain her position and started squirming and groaning in pain after each smack. Her skin turned from pink to red within minutes.

“You can’t throw away $300 on a dress, Anna”, he finally said, as he stopped for a couple of seconds. Anna knew that. Of course she did, because otherwise she wouldn't have hidden the expense from him.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won't happen again,” she said in pain. “I've learned my lesson...” She gave it a try, although she knew Tom always used at least his hand and his belt for every punishment he gave her. And it would probably be even harder this time, as she had never spent so much from his credit card without asking his permission.

“Oh, you'll be sorry, I'll make sure of that,” he answered calmly, as he began smacking her already sore ass again. After a few more minutes, Tom instructed Anna to stand up. He stacked up a few pillows on the bed, and told her to assume the position. She did as she was told, knowing that there was no point in trying to persuade him in the middle of a disciplinary session.

“Good girl” he said, as he began to unbuckle her belt. She gritted her teeth, and could almost hear the leather cutting through the air and crashing against her bare bottom - even before Tom delivered the first stroke.

Tom delivered the strokes calmly. He knew the pauses in between were an agony for Anna, who just wanted to get it to be over. Soon she was sobbing and whimpering.He certainly knew how to get the message through to her.

Then he moved to the other side of the bed, to make sure the punishment was applied equally to both sides. Anna made a great effort to remain still and refrain from using her hands to shield her bottom, but it proved to be quite challenging. Finally, Tom stopped. Anna's beautiful ass and thighs were now completely covered in dark welts above the deep redness. He wasn't convinced though, as he saw some dripping between Anna's legs.

“Fetch me the bath brush”, Tom ordered mercilessly. He knew that he had to go all the way through, or the punishment would be useless. “You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this”.

Anna blushed and looked to the ground as she hurried to the bathroom. “Shit”, she thought. “He knows me so well”.

She quickly returned to the bedroom with the large wooden bath brush. Without hesitation, she resumed her position over Tom's knee. He secured her hands behind her back and placed one of his legs over hers, aware that she wouldn't be able to maintain the posture once he began using the bath brush.

"What have you learnt, Anna?”, he asked.

"Not to buy anything expensive with your card without your permission Sir”, she replied. Or at least not to get caught, she thought to herself.

"Good girl. We will ensure that this lesson sticks with you, so you'll recall it whenever you take a seat in the upcoming days."

Then, without warning, he started delivering hard smacks, focusing on her sit-spots and her thighs.

Within seconds she began to plead and beg, but he continued without acknowledging her cries and struggles. After a while, he said in a stern voice: “Count the last ten out loud”.

Then he delivered a really hard smack on her left cheek.

"One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir." She cried.

He continued with the firm strokes, alternating between her ass cheeks. She managed to keep up with the count, although she was crying uncontrollably after the tenth stroke. Her ass was all covered in bruises.

“It's over baby”, he said as he held her between his arms and kissed her in the forehead. “You know you deserved it”.

“I know, but it hurts so bad”, she smiled weakly. “Can I do my corner time later?”, she asked with pleading eyes.

“Let’s hear your offer”, Tom laughed as he played with her hair.

She pushed him onto the bed, and started to put her hair into a ponytail as she looked at him smiling. He just laughed and started to unbuckle his belt again, but this time for a different reason.