Bit by bit Savi unbuttoned his soaked dress shirt, taking her time as she undressed him, tracing her finger over each and every one of his delectable abdominal muscles. He stood there in front of her, exposed, a spectacle of a man, her man, her husband. She pushed him onto the bed, wanting to please him the way he had always done for her. Savi mounted him, her burning flesh coming in contact with his cool skin, causing an erotic uproar to flow throughout her body.
Not only had she just received the first spanking of her married life, she also experienced her first orgasm that wasn't completely sexually oriented. Savi never knew how intimate a spanking could be, yes it was painful, but it was also fulfilling. She had never felt as close with Eric as she had now. This experience showed her that a Christian domestic discipline marriage was the right decision for her and Eric.
Lying next to her husband watching him sleep, she played back everything in her head- the way he had washed her back and spoke lovingly to her, the way she lost her temper when she knew all along that Eric was right. She thought back to the way he touched her between the swats and the way his hand felt each and every time it made contact with her skin. Her excitement came rushing back as she thought of everything her husband and she had just done. Savi rolled onto her side and snuggled up close to Eric, pulling his arm over her bare stomach. Tired from the evening's escapades, Savi closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter Two
Savi woke early the next morning, with a few hours to spare before Eric would rise for work. Quietly she got out of bed, not wanting to wake him. She threw on some yoga pants and a T-shirt then made her way to the living room. Knowing that her husband wanted her to start taking accountability for her actions and to become more responsible, Savi attempted to clean the apartment.
Unsure of where she should start, she began by picking up the dishes. One by one she put them in the sink, watching as the dish pile grew higher and higher, shocked that she had really left that many dishes laying around their apartment. As she stood in the kitchen, she became overwhelmed by the amount of dishes in the sink in front of her.
It was no wonder that Eric was mad; he was out working odd jobs all day and then would have to come home to a messy house and a lazy wife. Eric wasn't currently working as a lifeguard, it was November and his position was no longer needed. During the workweek and on Saturdays, he would wake early and go to the temp office to see what job he could get for the day. Every day was a new job; he never did the same thing twice. Sometimes he would do lawn work and other days he would be roofing houses. She knew how hard he worked to keep them fed and housed. Embarrassed by her actions, she loaded the dishwasher.
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BOOM! CRASH! BANG!
Startled by the noise, Eric threw on some sweats and darted out of the bedroom to find out what all the ruckus was. To his amusement, he found Savi on her back, smack dab in the middle of the kitchen floor, covered in bubbles.
"What is going on here?" he let out with a laugh. Eric made his way towards Savi, offering her his assistance off the floor. Savi reached for his hand, and with a yank, she pulled him down into the mess of bubbles around them.
Giggling, Savi replied, "I was attempting to do the dishes," looking at the disaster in front of her. "I don't think this is how it's supposed to go."
Eric tossed a handful of bubbles at Savi. "You know, dear, I think you're right. Aren't the bubbles supposed to stay in the dishwasher?"
"Oh, you're so funny Eric. I'm not even sure what I did wrong. I rinsed all the dishes in the sink and then put them in the dishwasher. As soon as it was full, I put the detergent in. I filled up both spots like the picture on the inside of the door showed. I figured since doing the dishes went off without a hitch, I'd do some laundry too. When I came back in to check the dishwasher, that's when I saw the bubbles everywhere. I tried to stop the dishwasher, and that's when I fell."
"Wait, you did laundry too? I hope that went better than this did." He spat out while laughing at her. "What detergent did you use in the dishwasher?" Savi pointed to the little blue bottle on the floor next to her. "Savi, that is for hand washing the dishes not for use in the dishwasher." Eric's laughing had become uncontrollable. He could see that Savi wasn't amused with his reaction to her attempt at cleaning.
"I'm glad you find this so funny. I tried to do what you asked and all you do is laugh at me." Trying to stand, Savi fell on her already sore bottom.
"Would you rather I be mad? I didn't realize that when you mentioned that you had never cleaned before that you were completely serious." Trying not to laugh, he kissed her on the nose and wiped the bubbles from her cheek.
"Uh, Eric. One more thing. I didn't know what to use in the washing machine. So, I used that blue soap in there too," she whispered as she looked down at the bottle.
"Oh heavens, Savi!" Eric took off towards the hall closet that held the washer and dryer. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw bubbles seeping out the bottom of the closet door. Eric was at a loss for words, the kitchen was one thing. It could easily be cleaned. But the hallway, the closet and most of all the carpet, those would not be so simple. "I…I…I don't…"
"I'm sorry Eric. I didn't know this would happen." Savi whimpered from behind Eric.
"You can be so impulsive sometimes," he grumbled while shaking his hands in the air. "I know you were trying to be helpful, but you need to think some things through before you act on them. I mean, this place is worse than it was before." Eric stomped through the bubbles and off towards the bathroom, "You need to fix this Savi, and you need to take care of this mess, this disaster, before I get home from work."
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How dare he laugh at me!
Last night, I got spanked because I was rude to him, but yet he laughs in my face when I do as he asks! He then has the audacity to chastise me when things don't turn out the way he expects them to. I am not his maid. I am his wife and I deserve to be treated like I am! I told him I didn't clean. I warned him and now he wants me to clean up this mess, too. This whole mess is really his fault. If he wouldn't have forced my hand, none of this would have ever happened!
Annoyed thoughts freely flowed through her mind, while Savi spent the first half of her day sulking on the couch, channel surfing and babying her tender bottom. She had made up her mind. No way was she going to clean that mess up, and in all actuality, it wasn't her fault. Plus, it was an accident. As she continued to flip through the channels, a commercial caught her attention.
"Don't stress. We'll handle the mess. Hannah's Hands are at your service, give us a call today and we will fit you in right away."
That's it! I'll hire someone to clean it. I'm no good; why not get someone who is? With her mind made up, Savi went to the website on the screen. She made an appointment for the agency to come after lunch, before Eric arrived home from work. This would be her little secret, knowing Eric wouldn't approve, she put the charge on her credit card. Eric had gotten Savi a credit card to put her school supplies on, and that was all it was to be used for. Aware that Eric just paid the bill, she could charge it and he wouldn't know for at least a month, when the next billing cycle came around.
Realizing how pleased Eric would be with his newly cleaned home, she wanted to make it extra special. Mrs. Bennett had offered in the past to teach Savi how to cook, and today was the day Savi would take her up on the offer.
Savi left the cleaning ladies to do their job and made her way to the Bennett's house. Mrs. Bennett was already cooking something that smelled amazing. With a few knocks at the door, Mrs. Bennett greeted her and asked her inside. "Well hello dear, what can I do ya for?"
"I thought I might take you up on that offer to help me learn to cook."
"I just put some food on for the mister and myself later. We are having chicken and dumplings. Would you like to learn how to make that? It's a great beginner's dish."
"I'd love that. Anything that you would like to share with me, I'll take. I really appreciate i
t."
"Of course, honey, it's about time that husband of yours got some real food in that belly. Ya got to stop with all that take out, that stuff 'ill kill ya."
Savi spent the next thirty minutes getting step-by-step instructions on how to make chicken and dumplings. It didn't seem too hard, only a few simple steps and a delicious home cooked meal would be ready and waiting on the table for Eric when he arrived home from work. As soon as she was done with her cooking lesson, she made her way back to the apartment as the cleaning agency was on their way out. She thanked them for their time and scheduled them for the same time next week. Soon after she made her way upstairs to prepare the dinner that Mrs. Bennett had just taught her.
As she was following the step-by-step directions Mrs. Bennett gave her, Eric pulled into the driveway. Trying to calm herself, Savi tried to focus on the task at hand, dinner. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach, fear that he knew what she had been up to today. The house was immaculate, and her dinner smelled amazing, and she knew that this was everything Eric could ask of her, clean house and dinner on the table.
Keep calm Savi. He doesn't know anything. How could he? Keep a smile on your face and act like you worked hard today.
The incredible smell wafted out the front door, down the stairs, and met Eric at his car. Savi watched as he quickly made his way up the stairs. Eric made his way behind her and placed a kiss upon her on the shoulder. "Where is she?"
Stirring the pot Savi replied, "Where's who?" Her stomach began flipping in fear at the thought of Eric knowing about the cleaning service.
"My wife, where is she? What did you do with her?"
She turned to face Eric, flour on her cheek and forehead. "Ha ha ha very funny, I worked really hard on this today." She grumbled.
Yeah, that sounded real. Man, that lie came out too easily.
Quickly she began boasting of all she accomplished today. "I got all the soap out of the carpet. I borrowed the Bennett's carpet cleaner to get it all out." Crap! Savi stop lying! "Mrs. Bennett also taught me how to make dinner. Why don't you go freshen up and I'll finish dinner."
Savi turned back around, pretending to cook. Dinner was finished, but she didn't know what to do or say. She had to pretend to do something to stop the lies that kept flowing from her mouth.
While Eric showered, Savi called Josalyn, her best friend. She needed to figure out her next step, and Josalyn had always been the level-headed one in their friendship. She would help Savi figure her way out of this mess. To her dismay Danny, Josalyn's boyfriend, answered her cell. "Hey, Danny, can I talk to Jos?"
"Yeah, it'll just be a sec. She's in the bathroom."
"Thanks."
A few minutes passed, and Savi became uneasy. Not wanting to wait any longer for fear that Eric might overhear the conversation she said, "Maybe she can call me back."
"She's out now. Here, Josalyn."
"Hey Mrs. Matthews, what's up?" Josalyn giggled into the phone.
"I screwed up big time. I have no idea how I am going to get out of this one." Josalyn stammered as she watched for Eric.
"What did you do this time?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Savi questioned Josalyn.
"You know what it means. You answered the phone with 'I screwed up big time'. It seems as though you like getting into trouble."
"You know that's not true Jos, I don't have time to argue about this. Eric will be out of the shower soon and I need to talk you. Can you just hear me out?"
"Sure, go."
"I fudged up big time Josalyn. If Eric finds out what I did and am continuing to do, he is going to flip his lid! I don't know what to do Jos. I am in deep this time!"
"Savi, calm down and tell me what happened. It can't be that bad."
"Oh, Jos it is. It really is." Savi then filled Josalyn in with all the details, from her splashing Eric, to the spanking, and to the disastrous morning. She then spilled the beans about the cleaning agency and how she paid for it, and then lied about it.
"Are you stupid Savi? You need to tell Eric the truth now before he finds out."
"He's not going to find out, the bill won't come for a few more weeks and I'll have paid it back by then."
"Really, you're going to pay it back? How are you going to pay it back? You don't work. You share a bank account! Do you ever think things through? The only way out of this is honesty."
"You're supposed to be helping me, not ridiculing me. I need to figure out the next step…"
Interrupting Savi, Josalyn snapped at her "The next step? You're just going to dig yourself a deeper hole."
"Don't you be filling in my grave yet, we'll figure this out."
"We'll figure this out? No, you will. I don't want any part in you lying to your husband. When you figure out what the next step is, give me a call so I can talk you out of it." With that, the phone went dead.
As soon as she made her way back to the kitchen, she began serving up a plate of food for Eric. Soon they sat down at the table, and Savi served him his very first meal made by her, the first edible meal of their marriage. The dinner conversation was full of small talk. Savi asked as many questions as she could, trying to keep the spotlight off of her. As dinner wound down, Eric helped Savi clear the table and offered to wash the dishes. While Eric washed the dishes, Savi wiped down the kitchen counters.
"Hey Savi, where's the dishwasher detergent?"
"Uh, I used it all. I'll have to get some more tomorrow. Sorry I forgot about it with everything else today." Stop lying! These lies keep flowing like a faucet. Learn to shut it off Savannah.
"It's okay, honey, you did a great job on the apartment today. We'll have to go thank the Bennett's for the use of their carpet cleaner. I didn't realize they owned one."
Crap! "I… I… I don't think it was theirs. I think they were borrowing it from someone. I…uh… I already thanked them, don't worry about it."
"Weird, who lends stuff to people that don't belong to them?"
"Good question. I am just thankful that they lent it to us. It was really a butt saver today." Savi gave Eric a little wink, tousled her hair and left the room. She no longer wanted to talk about her wonderful cleaning job or how helpful the Bennetts had been today. She needed to clear her head, and there was only one place she could do that, the bathtub.
Chapter Three
Savi had continued with her normal sloppy ways. She hadn't even attempted to keep the house up, even after seeing how pleased Eric had been with her just a few short days before. She knew that the cleaning ladies would be back again in a week and they would take care of the mess she had left around the house.
The dishes were piling up. The clothes were spewing out of the laundry basket. Her shoes were strewn about the living room. Yet she had no desire to clean up after herself. Maybe I should schedule the cleaning agency more than once a week.
And that's just what she did. The agency was now scheduled to come every Saturday and Wednesday precisely at noon. If they came too early, there was a chance that Eric could still be at home, and if they came later the chance of Eric coming home while they were still there was high. The last thing Savi wanted to happen was to be caught. Not only would she be caught in a lie, she would be caught using the credit card for things that had not been previously approved.
Savi dressed for the day in a lavender pencil skirt and a white sheer top. She put her hair in a high ponytail and waited for Hannah's Hands to arrive. Once they did, she made her way to the Bennett's house, hoping for another cooking lesson. Mrs. Bennett graciously invited Savi in and taught her how to make a meatloaf, collard greens and for dessert a peach cobbler.
"Now, dear, when peaches ain't in season ya can find ya self some canned ones. They'll do just fine," Mrs. Bennett told her as she opened some of her own preserved peaches. "Ya can take some of these here to make this tonight for ya mister."
Savi watched intently as she once again received step-by-step instructions from Mrs. Bennett. "Now Missy, ya make sure ya don'
t add to much sugar to the crumble. It'll take all the flavor away from them…" Mrs. Bennett stopped speaking mid-sentence, as she glanced out the window towards Eric and Savi's apartment. "them peaches. Savi dear, what is that van doin' in your driveway?"
"What van?" Savi acted oblivious to the fact that Mrs. Bennett had noticed the Hannah's Hands van in the driveway.
"Ya know what van girl! Did something happen up there I should know about?" Mrs. Bennett questioned her.
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! How am I going to get out of this one? Savi became sick about the fact that someone besides Josalyn new knew about her secret. And it wasn't just anyone who knew, it was Mrs. Bennett, their landlord.
"Savannah, did somethin' happen up there I should know about? That there is my property and if somethin' awful happened, ya best tell me."
"Nope, nothing happened, just a little extra help." Savi grabbed the peaches that Mrs. Bennett offered her. "I'm all of a sudden not feeling well. I best be going. Thanks so much for the help, I really appreciate it." Savi darted out of Mrs. Bennett's sliding glass door in her kitchen and ran up the stairs to her own apartment.
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Dinner was ready and waiting on the table for Eric when he arrived home from work. Savi sat to the right of the head of the table, saving that spot for her husband. Knowing she had to dress to impress, she wore a purple chiffon, tea-length dress with a yellow bow just below her bosom, her golden curls pinned into a bun held together with a yellow flower. Savi stood as soon as Eric sat at the table. "Let me get you something drink, is sweet tea fine?"
With a nod, Eric confirmed her suggestion. Almost immediately, Savi served Eric his dinner, and filled his glass each time he drank the contents. On about the third glass of sweet tea Eric placed his hand on top of Savi's to stop her from filling the glass.
"Thank you Savi, but I've had enough tea…" Before Eric could finish his sentence, Savi interrupted him.
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