The Mess

Ron J

I looked at the house when I got home.
My insides gave out a very large moan.
It was time I guess for a firmer hand.
The mess was more than I could stand.

I looked for my dinner but none was on.
I called for you, but it seems you were gone.
I looked among the clutter for at least a note
I gave up, as it seemed the chances were remote.

My resolve increased that I had been too slack.
I vowed I would remedy that when you got back.
I could see that a good sound spanking was needed.
No matter what the excuse or how much you pleaded.

There was nothing like a good spanking it seemed.
To give you the necessary incentive, I deemed.
I waited on the large sofa, listening to some music.
For looking around the house was making me sick.

When you finally made it home that night,
Your girlfriends also came in making light.
I got you aside and whispered in your ear,
"You better get rid of them quick my dear."

Unless you want them to see your red rear.
You trembled with a look of a growing fear.
But as you tried to get your friends to go,
They decided they were running the show.

I gave you the benefit of trying your very best,
But one of your friends was being such a pest.
Therefore I must be very clear here and attest,
Before I go on with my story and tell you the rest.

They were not putting me in a good frame of mind.
Which didn't auger well later for your bare behind.
I started thinking about going out to the garage.
To get some retreat from their constant barrage

I decided it was for the best and developed a plan.
For I was tempted to spank you outside in the van,
And leave them in our house to chatter on all alone,
While I addressed the things for which you must atone.

I waited in our cold garage till the last car disappeared
Then went inside carrying a paddle, on sight, you feared.
I'm sure earlier, when you heard the sounds of the saw,
You know exactly right then what I had in my craw.

I sure the sounds of the saw were quite loud enough,
In spite of the loud noise of the girls discussing stuff.
A sudden chill must have gone through your body,
Knowing your payment for the house looking shoddy.

I entered the house proudly carrying my latest creation.
You looked right then at me, in complete devastation.
I must admit myself that it did look rather formidable.
You squirmed and retreated feeling very uncomfortable.

You couldn't stop shaking, rolling your brown eyes,
At your new wooden paddle's thickness and size.
"I had indeed planned just a hand spanking before,
But with your friends staying, I decided on more."

I reached for your hand, as I sat on the hard chair,
Then dropped your clothes to the floor right there.
You protested, as I flipped you right across my knee,
For it was only the carpet pattern for a while, you'd see.

I started to lecture about the state of our house,
Then I started to spank you, as a dutiful spouse.
You were promising to do better with your pouts
But I spanked till I felt assured they were real shouts

I then looked into your tear stained face
And decided it was time for me to replace
The homemade paddle I made for my hand.
Then with that large paddle I started to land.

I'd say you admired my nice workmanship,
For it was sending you on a teary-eyed trip.
Your legs kicked all about as I paddled on.
Your bum was not going to be fit to sit upon.

I released you at last to hop all around the room,
Then while you were at it, I handed you a broom
"Now get this place cleaned up to a level that is fit,
Or another bare bottom spanking is what you'll get."

"I'll give you a half hour to get in done right,
Or your bare bottom will unbearably hot tonight."
When I returned home, you had made things okay,
So I let you off getting a second spanking that day.

It wasn't till I open the hall closet the next day,
That you got a lot more spanking I might say.
I marched into our bedroom and lifted up you dress
Then tidied your clothes not wanting to make a mess

I lowered your white panties right down to your knees,
And turned a deaf ear then, to all your unworthy pleas.
"You were told last night to clean things up", I said
"Not fill up our hall closet with your junk instead."

I started to spank till your makeup was a mess,
And your bottom matched the color of your dress.
I then spanked you some more lecturing all the time,
For I felt you didn't learn last night and that's a crime.

"Today you'll go through your whole workday with a red bum,
Then when you get home, I promise a spanking still to come."
I stopped spanking and let you cry and rub your sore rear,.
Then I whispered in your ear "I will see you later my dear."

End of part 1