Sylvia Take Charge

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Title: Sylvia Take Charge

Author: Holla Dean

Blurb: Sylvie and Bill Morgan have a happy marriage–for the most part. From time-to-time, Sylvie worries that Bill might be taking advantage of her late husband’s hard-earned money by gambling and squandering it away. Sure, Sylvie had some bad habits her first husband had to break her of, but bending her over his knee for her naughty and disobedient ways turned her into a dutiful wife.

But when loan sharks come knocking and Bill’s debt is worse than ever before, Sylvie decides it’s time to take matters into her own hands. Determined to convince Bill that spanking has beneficial results, she does everything she can to show him that it’s not “glorified abuse.” After Bill gets more tuned in than ever, it’s his turn to remind Sylvie that “what’s good for the goose is even better for the gander.”

Excerpts:

She pushed him away and stepped back.

“I’m not ready to forgive you, Bill. I can’t keep doing this. Do you have any idea how much money you owe my family trust? That’s all money I hoped to leave to my son and his children. I’m not bailing you out again.”

Guilt washed over him again and he reached out for her, but she turned back to making the salad.

“Look, I know I fucked up. I know I owe you a lot of money. It’s just that it always seems like such a sure thing when I make a bet.”

She turned back to face him and lashed out, “But it never is, is it? It’s always a loss. A loss the family trust of my dead husband has to cover. Poor Donald would be so upset if he knew how I was spending the money he worked so hard to save so his family would be provided for.”

Sylvie burst out crying and Bill felt smaller than he’d ever felt before. He did this to her. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was ruining everything. He wouldn’t blame her if she walked out on him.

“Honey, come on, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry I did this. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

This time she let him gather her in his arms, but she said, “You’ve made that same promise before. I don’t believe it anymore.”

“This time I mean it. Really. I do mean it. Tell me how I can make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want.”

What she really wanted to do was make him bend over the table and spank his butt until it was bright red. She raised her head and looked up at him.

“Really? You’d do anything?”

“You name it, babe, and I’ll do it.”

Okay, she thought to herself, let’s see if he really means it.

“Drop your pants and bend over the kitchen table. I’m going to spank you.”

“What?” he chuckled first and then laughed out loud. “You want to spank me?”

“Yes, I do. You said you’d do anything to make it up to me. I want you to bend over the table, butt naked, and I’m going spank you.”

“Aw, come on, honey. Just because that’s how Donald handled things doesn’t mean that’s what we have to do.”

“This has nothing to do with Donald and how he handled things.”

“When you told me how he used to spank you, I said I’d never raise a hand to you. I’m surprised at you, Sylvie.”

“You just don’t understand how it was. It wasn’t what you think or you wouldn’t have used that ‘raise a hand to you’ phrase. He didn’t beat me. He just had rules and if I broke them, I was punished. You made a promise not to get in over your head with gambling and you broke that promise so you should be punished and I think a spanking would be the perfect answer.”

She waited while he thought all that over and was pretty sure he wasn’t going to agree to it. He probably thought taking her dinner or buying her a bunch of flowers should be enough to appease her.

Excerpt

He didn’t like to see his wife so worked up. He’d seen her angry before, but not with this amount of agitation. What he did like, was how Sylvia had defended him to her friend. That made him feel good.

“So when you say you want to hit something, what exactly did you have in mind?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to slug you.”

A thought popped into his head as he rubbed her back trying to soothe her. The idea surprised him and he wasn’t sure that he should even joke about it to her, but if it helped calm her down then he’d be willing to try it.

“You know, a lot of times when people feel like you do and they act on it, they do end up feeling better.”

“You want me to slug you?”

“No, not slug me,” he chuckled briefly at the absurdity of what he was about to suggest. “But if you think it would help, you could get your hair brush and pound away on my ass until you’re rid of all that frustration you have bottled up.”

Sylvie pulled her head back and looked up at him, “You want me to spank you with my hairbrush? I’m upset with Susanna, not you.”

He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug, “I don’t know if I’d use the word want, but if you think that would be a good outlet to vent your anger, I’d be willing.”

She seemed to be mulling it over for a time, looking up at him a few times as if to try and judge if he was serious.

“I really do want to hit something. I want to break something. I’m just so angry that she said

those things about you. But I don’t feel right taking it out on your behind.”

“I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but if it makes it so you can let go of the anger, let’s do it.”

She gave a short nod, pushed herself away from him, and in her stern voice said, “Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.”

He took a deep breath hoping he knew what he was doing and said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Excerpt

Bill drove aimlessly around, thinking about what Sylvie’s life must have been like in her first marriage. What did she call it? Domestic discipline? Domestic bullshit was more like it to his way of thinking. Children need discipline, adults needed nothing more than self-control.

She swore it wasn’t abuse. She said it helped her grow up, helped her break some of her bad habits. It still sounded like bullshit to him.

He remembered the day he’d bent over the table and let her wallop his ass with her hairbrush. He could laugh about it now, but it hadn’t felt very funny at the time it was happening. It had seemed like the thing to do—let her spank his ass to get the mad out of her system. And it worked. She’d stopped haranguing him about the gambling. He’d taken a break from the gambling.

Well, that was only because they were so busy getting ready to sell her house, buy another one, pack up and get ready to move. Still, they’d talked it out, agreed on a gambling budget, and supposedly went happily on with life.

He was the one that blew it. Damn it, why couldn’t he just stay within the budget? Why couldn’t he be more responsible? Was it true that he’d shirked his financial obligations since marrying Sylvie and her somewhat cushy situation with the way her first husband had set her up?

Aw, shit. It was true. The best thing that had come along in his nearly sixty years of living, and he was fucking it all up.

She was right, he deserved to get an ass pounding. But what did that make him? A pussy-whipped man? A man who let his wife call the shots? What kind of man allowed his wife to spank him? As old as he was, he knew there were more kinds of relationships than most people could imagine. There were men who were submissive, and men who were so-called Alpha males.

He considered himself to be neither. He was a middle of the road kind of guy. Yeah, he’d stand up and protect someone from harm or take control of a situation if he needed to. But he didn’t have a driving need to be in charge—to be in control.

Nor was he someone who let anyone tell him what to do. That’s what made pharmaceutical sales so great for him. He’d never last at a job where he had a boss standing over his shoulder all day. Being in the field was perfect for him. All he had to do was make the sales, and for him, that was a cinch.

He did like his home life with Sylvie to be happy and peaceful. He was willing to make some compromises to keep his wife happy. That’s what made a marriage work, right?

An easy going kind of guy, that’s what he was. Yep, and it was time he went home, faced the music, and took his lumps. Like a real man.

Buy Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M72RDNW

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/676269

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sylvie-takes-charge-holla-dean/1125052813?ean=2940153811222

Author Bio/info:

Holla Dean lives in Arizona with her husband. Her kids are grown and there is no empty nest syndrome going on in her house. She has nearly twenty books published and is always working on the next book. Some books involve domestic discipline, some of them are just fun spanking stories. Check out her author page on Amazon – amazon.com/author/holladean

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