It’s Free Story Friday!-Charlie takes charge and gives Lindy a spanking!

Hope you all had a great week and have an even more fabulous weekend. I hope you enjoy this story of Lindy’s first spanking. Happy reading! ~Morganna

Charlie Takes Charge

The checkout line at Walmart was at least ten baskets long, so I had plenty of time to peruse the treasures located along the check out aisle. I grinned as I added a super duper cheese slicer and the handy dandy nut grater to my basket.

“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of Charlie’s voice right behind me.

“Waiting in line; did you find what you needed in auto-motive?” I asked, watching as Charlie started sifting through my basket.

“What do you need this for?” He asked holding up the cheese slicer.

“Well I thought it looked like a neat gadget,” I said sounding a little lame even to my ears. Then frowned as he pulled the things I had thrown in while standing in line out of my basket one by one and placed them back on the shelf. “Hey! I want those things.”

“I have seen about five dozen different things in you kitchen that slice and dice. You don’t need this stuff. It is a waste of money,” Charlie said turning away to look at the gum.

“Hey buster, it is my money we’re talking about,” I said, glaring at his back before reaching toward the stuff he had just placed back on the shelf. He stopped me by placing his hand over mine.

“No, leave them. I’m beginning to see why you seem to run out of money before the end of the month,” he said with a thoughtful expression.

I started to argue some more but something about the look on his face stopped me. It wasn’t an expression I was familiar with. Some inner warning system told me not to push. I felt my face flush as my tummy started doing flips. I had known Charlie was a take charge kind of guy, but I wasn’t sure I cared for this new turn of events. Bossy. I thought to myself as I glared at the back of his head. My equilibrium was slowly beginning to return to normal and I was getting more and more irritated by my own passiveness. What’s wrong with me?

I had always bemoaned the fates that landed me with weenie after weenie, and wimp upon wimp; yearning for a guy with a personality at least as strong as mine, if not stronger. I knew the minute I met Charlie that here was no weenie or wimp.

Now as we stood in the checkout line I wondered what I had been thinking. The last guy I went out with would not have dared to dictate squat to me. Of course he never had me call him at night so he would know I made it home safe and had even driven out of a parking lot once without even making sure I made it into my car.

Charlie’s concern always made me feel safe and cared for. It all left me feeling confused and a little scared.

As I waited my turn and then finally paid for my stuff I began to get angry with Charlie for daring to tell me what to do. It was after all my money. I should be able to spend it on whatever I want. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of his car and fumed.

I frowned when Charlie parked beside a pub, “Why are we stopping?”

“I thought we could get a bite to eat,” he said getting out of the car.

I made a face at his back and followed him inside. I sat down and glared at the tabletop not opening my menu.

“What do you want Hon?” he asked as he looked over the menu.

“Well, I don’t really need anything you know. I have food at home,” I said snippily.

Charlie slowly raised his eyes from the menu and frowned sternly into mine, “What you need is a good spanking Lindy. I suggest if you think very carefully before you end up with exactly what you are asking for.”

I gaped at Charlie, “I…well…..I …..you……never….oh.” Just then the waiter cleared his throat. It was obvious he had heard what Charlie said from the grin plastered across his face. I glared at the waiter as heat filled my face. I picked my purse up and slammed it to the table, “Nothing for me thanks I’m on my way out.” Fixing the waiter with the glare I wasn’t quite brave enough to shoot in Charlie’s direction.

A hand clamped across my arm before I could rise from the table, but Charlie continued to focus his attention on the waiter. “We’ll just have two burger plates to go. Mayo on one with no onions, and one all the way with mustard, thank you.” Charlie smiled at the waiter and handed him the menus, before turning his attention back to me. “Tell me what’s going through that head of yours.”

“I can’t believe you said that in public. That waiter thought you were serious,” I said fiercely.

“I was serious,” he said firmly. “That’s why I ordered our food to go.”

The feelings swirling around in me were overwhelming. Tears stung my eyes as heat filled my face and a circus act did acrobatics in my tummy and I would swear my bottom started to blush too. I squirmed in my seat, “You can’t. I’m a grown woman not a child.” My voice sounded breathy, not at all strong and assertive like I had intended.

“A grown woman out of control, who is acting like a child,” Charlie said softly.

“So you are going to take all my control and just chuck it out the window?” I said softly.

“No baby, I am going to help you get the control back.”

The waiter brought the burgers and I watched as Charlie paid the bill. He stood with the sacks in hand then turned to me and held out his hand, “Lindy?”

I bit my lip as I looked up at him, then took a deep breath and placed my hand in his.

I was surprised when Charlie stopped me halfway to the door. “I believe you owe someone an apology,” he said firmly.

I looked toward the smirking waiter then back at Charlie, “I don’t want to apologize to that little creep.”

“You were inexcusably rude to him, little creep or not,” Charlie said firmly as he nudged me toward the waiter.

I felt my face flame anew as I stood before the waiter. “I apologize for being so rude to you. It was uncalled for.”

The waiter’s grin widened knowingly as he took in my embarrassment. Then he glanced over my shoulder and paled. “That’s okay, I’m sorry I added to your discomfort. Have a good day,” he said quickly before scurrying away.

I looked suspiciously back at Charlie. He smiled at me innocently. “See, that wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be,” Charlie said as he led me from the pub.

I chattered nervously the entire way home, trying not to think about what was coming. Charlie’s amused smile didn’t help. It did make me want to smack him a good one though!

When we got into the house Charlie took of his coat and reached for mine. I backed away from him, “Charlie, maybe we should talk about….”

“Shhh,” he said softly placing a finger across my lips. “Everything will be okay.” Charlie turned me away from him and took my coat. I watched him as he hung our coats in the hall closet then set the bags with our burgers on the bar.

Then he walked back to me, took my hand and led me to the couch where he sat me on his lap, “Now, let’s talk about why we are here.”

“Wh..what do you mean?” I asked, not sure what he meant.

“Why are you about to be spanked?” He asked.

“Because I wanted those things in the store?” I asked in a breathless rush.

Charlie frowned, “Try again Lindy.”

I sighed and began playing with a button on his shirt, not wanting to meet his eyes, “Because I was rude to you and to the waiter.”

A gentle finger lifted my chin so my eyes met his. I caught my breath at the soft look in his eyes, “That’s right. I will not tolerate sulking and snippy or snide comments when you don’t get your way. As soon as we are finished here and have eaten you and I are going to sit down and figure out a budget for you.”

“A budget!?!” I gasped, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, a budget. Your spending is way out of control and you need to get a handle on it. Understood?” He asked sternly.

“Yes sir.” I said softly then gasped, shocked that those words had actually come out of my mouth. I couldn’t remember ever saying that to anyone. Oh well, at least that seems to have been the right answer.

“Now let’s get this over with,” Charlie said firmly before turning me over his lap. I stared at the carpet and tried to figure out what to do with my hands. Then Charlie lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to my knees. I put my hands to my face in embarrassment. I gasped and jumped when his hand landed on my left cheek. My but that stung! His hand fell again and again. Soon I wasn’t worried about anything but the building sting in my bottom.

“I’m sorreeeee!” I yelled as the spanks seemed to get harder and harder. My poor bottom was on fire. Then his hand landed on the tender underside of my butt and I started to cry as he paid special attention to that area.

Then Charlie pulled me up into his arms and cuddled me to his chest as I sobbed. He rubbed my back and rocked me crooning in my ear. Soon I calmed down and snuggled into his embrace. As Charlie sat and simply held me, I realized how very lucky I was that this man was neither a wimp nor a weenie.