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Subject: {ASSM} Singin' the Blues {Stereograph} (MF Spank dd) 
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              Singin' the Blues {Stereograph} (MF Spank dd)             

  I was mad.  Really, really mad.  I had just got our credit card bill.
There was no way I could pay it.  Someone had bought way beyond our
budget.  It wasn't me, I've never used a credit card in my life.  It
wasn't my two younger children.  They can't use the card.  That left my
oldest daughter or my wife.  Maybe they double teamed the purchases, with
or without coordination.  However it happened someone was in trouble.

  I called the possible culprits into my den, which doubles as our home
office.  "Who spent this money!?" I yelled.

  "Wasn't me," said my daughter Jennie.

  "I didn't spend that much," said Wanda, my wife.

  "Who spent it?  I've never charged anything.  This card is maxed out.
Someone spent the money!"

  "I spent a little, not all that much," said Jeannie.

  "How much?  Ten dollars?  One hundred?  A thousand?"

  "I bought some clothes and a bedroom set, matching curtains, bedspread,
blankets, and sheets.  Maybe a couple hundred? I don't know."

  "Do I wait for the receipts to come in to find out?"

  "I don't know.  It wasn't that much, honest!"

  "And you?" I asked my wife.

  "Not all that much.  I bought new clothes for all the kids.  For school.
And shoes.  And some for me, I needed them."

  "How much?"

  "I don't know.  What do the receipts say?"

  "I don't have the receipts.  I should, where are they?"

  "I have some of them," said my wife.  "I didn't want to upset you."

  "I need to see them."

  She brought them to me.  After looking through them I figured out both
of them had spent a lot more then they had told me.  Worse, they must
have spent some I didn't have receipts for yet in order for the card to
be maxed out.

  "How are we going to pay for all this?  Is there anything we can take
back?  What were you two thinking!!?"

  "I don't know," said Jennie.

  "It can't be that bad," Wanda said.

  "We don't have that kind of money!  There are other bills that have to
be paid!  If I drain the bank account to nothing, we still can't pay all
this!  Someone is going to have to get another job, and a good one.
Fast!"

  "Can't you juggle something?  Put off paying some bills and pay
others?" said Wanda.

  "Can you work overtime?" Jeannie said.

  "Get out!  Both of you!  I've got to figure out how to pay for all
this."

                         *         *         *

  I was sitting on the bed waiting my turn in the bathroom with my head
in my hands when I heard my wife say, through the bathroom door, "How
bad can it be honestly?  I think you're overreacting."

  "That card was for emergencies on the road only.  It was never to be
used.  Our budget is blown all to Hell.  I can't earn fast enough to keep
up the bills.  It was hard enough without the credit card debt.  We're
going to lose either the house or the newer car.  Cable will have to be
canceled.  The receipts say there's another computer I don't know about?"

  "The kids need it for homework.  All their assignments are internet
based these days.  Three kids and one computer just wasn't working out."

  "We're doomed financially.  I'll ask the boss for overtime, but that
won't be enough to save us, even if I get some.  I'll take the old car
to some dealers and see if they'll buy it.  That could help some."

  Wanda had stepped into the room with me.  "You're really serious?  You
aren't just ranting because the bills blindsided you?"

  "Hell yes, I'm serious!  I don't see how we'll get through this
without a bankruptcy.  I haven't had a chance to research, but that's
how I see it.  We've always lived cash only.  Why didn't you stick to
it?  I'll show you how serious, get over here and bend over my knee!"

  I had meant the last as a rhetorical remark.  I hadn't meant for her
to actually do it.  She did though.  Since she was there, I felt I had
to go through with a spanking.  She flinched before I had even struck
the first time.  That made me mad enough to smack her harder than I
meant to.  She was supposed to trust me more than that.  I was waling
away on her butt when the door opened and Jennie walked in.  She covered
her mouth and her eyes bugged out to see her mother in such a state.

  "Get out!  Get in bed now, or stay right there and be next," I said.
Jeannie left so fast she forgot to close the door.

  The interruption broke my mood and made me realize just what I was
doing.  Instead of resuming I said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done
that."

  Wanda reached up and stopped me saying anything else by covering my
mouth.  "You needed to get it out of you system.  Now we can leave it go
for the night.  There's nothing we can do tonight, and there must be
options we can explore during the day."  She stood, then straddled my
lap with her knees on the bed.  She wrapped me in an embrace.  "I never
would have thought of a spanking as foreplay, but it seems to have
worked."  She drew me into a deep kiss.  I responded by caressing her
favorite spots on her back and side.  "Someone else seems to have liked
it."  She clutched my crotch.  Sure enough, I was hard.  Harder than I
could remember getting in quite a while.  Our lovemaking had gotten so
routine it amounted to going through the motions for an awfully long
time.  I hadn't been inspired to get really hard, and she hadn't acted
like a ball of fire either.

  We were making out like kids in heat when I grabbed her ass and she
jerked up and hissed.  "God, I'm sormmmfph,"

  She'd stopped my mouth again.  "Don't worry.  I think I know how you
can make it up to me!"  She crawled off my lap onto the middle of the
bed.  "Kiss it and make it all better?"

  Well, what would you do?  I crawled in behind her and planted a light
smooch on the spot I'd grabbed.  "Better?"

  "That spot is.  The rest of my butt still hurts though."

  So I began lightly kissing all over both cheeks.  Wanda was making
contented sounds.  A naughty inspiration hit me and I puckered my lips
as far out as I could and kissed the base of her labia.

  "Oh!  I think that might work to make it feel all better."  She spread
her thighs and arched her back.  I gave her mound a thorough kissing,
then spread the lips and kissed the tender folds inside.  Soon she was
mewling with pleasure.  "Get in here now!  Don't waste that hard-on."

  I was happily drilling her from behind when we heard a gasp.  Jennie
had returned.  We turned our heads to look at her.  "Get out!" we said
in unison.  Jennie fled as if the fiends of Hell pursued her.  She
forgot to close the door again.

  "Well, that should cure her of snooping," said Wanda.  "Don't stop
now, I'm having fun.  Slam it home!  Spank me with your hips!"

  I did as she asked.  I grabbed a hank of hair to pull her to me and
played with her mound with the other hand.  She came first.  From the
feel of it, I filled her with the juiciest flow I'd achieved in years.
If that didn't net us another kid, it wasn't my fault.

  "We'll have to try something like that again," she said as we cuddled.
"I just hope I don't have to make you mad again for it to work."

  "Please don't.  I don't think my heart can take another shock like
tonight's."

  "Hush.  We figure something out.  No more tonight.  For now," she
rolled off the bed, "first dibs on the bathroom!"

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