I was looking for the calculator and found a bunch of credit card bills shoved in a drawer. These weren't my bills, no, they were my husband's. He had hidden them in a drawer so I wouldn't find out what was on the bills. In this house, we use credit cards and I pay the bills. I'm the Head of the Household, the HBIC.

When we first married, I let him handle the finances at home but he soon ruined our credit. I spent several years getting us back in good standing and he's not going to wreck it again. That's why I was so pissed when I found these bills!

When I confront him, al...

I was looking for the calculator and found a bunch of credit card bills shoved in a drawer. These weren't my bills, no, they were my husband's. He had hidden them in a drawer so I wouldn't find out what was on the bills. In this house, we use credit cards and I pay the bills. I'm the Head of the Household, the HBIC.

When we first married, I let him handle the finances at home but he soon ruined our credit. I spent several years getting us back in good standing and he's not going to wreck it again. That's why I was so pissed when I found these bills!

When I confront him, all he will say is that they're credit card bills and he was trying to keep me from having another bill to pay. Did your BS detector just go off? Mine sure did. He's not wavering from that big, fat lie even through a hard hand spanking over my knee, two different paddling's resulting in a glowing red and lightly bruised bottom and a strapping while bent over the chair.

I physically get the bills out and read some of the charges before he'll admit what this card is for- getting off! There's a bunch of Clips4Sale charges and phone sex lines on here and he's wracked up over three grand. That's why I am punishing my husband.

When I decide to stop cracking his ass with the strap, I have a little surprise for him right underneath the pad on his chair. Yes, the punishment isn't over for him yet. I lift the pad on the chair, revealing his just and well deserved final punishment of the day.

He looks at me in disbelief but I don't care. You can plunk your lying, sneaking, sore, red ass right down onto that seat while you sit and think about all of the misdeeds you've done. You can agonize over the pain on top of pain, while you decide never to deceive me again. If you want to see what that last punishment is (you'll never guess it unless you read my blog) you'll have to watch.