frankie’s dilemma
by Jennifer Antone

John was coming home soon and Frankie wasn’t ready.

He’d asked her to do a few simple tasks for him but she hadn’t time because her sister had called and talked for two hours, then she had to wait forever at the nail salon. As she exited the salon she noticed that the boutique next door had had a sale to die for so she had to stop and check it out.

Frankie cringed at the thought of how much money she spent, but the prices were incredible. She looked at the leopard print corset she’d donned in front of the mirror and decided it was money well spent. The high heels and seamed nylons added the right touch to accent her stunning figure and the French manicure the right finish. Justified spending she decided.

Just then she heard the front door opened and shut and Frankie realized that John had come home a little early. She panicked, as she hadn’t had time to hide her purchases. John entered the bedroom where Frankie stood, frozen with guilt. He glanced around the room, looking not a bit surprised at what he saw. After heaving a sigh of resignation John set down his briefcase and motioned for Frankie to follow him into the living room.

He sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to him. Frankie sat down, squirming at the lecture to come. After another sigh, John began. “Frankie, I’m tired of talking to you about your flagrant spending habits, so I have another idea.” He reached over, grabbed her arm and drew her to him. Frankie thought John was going to kiss her so she moved quickly into his side, instead he maneuvered her over his lap so that her stomach lay across his knees. “This is something you have had coming for a long time, he said, with a tone that Frankie didn’t like. Putting his left hand on the small of her back to hold her in place he raised his other hand and brought it down forcefully across her buttocks with a heavy smack.

“Ouch,” she yelled in dismay, “how dare you hit me like that!” Smack! The second blow hit with a force equal to the first and Frankie squealed in rage and pain. She started to kick and squirm in an attempt to escape her harsh punishment but John caught one of her flailing arms and drew it up behind her back, pinning it there so she couldn’t get away. Smack! Smack! Smack!

After ten swats and an angry flurry of words from Frankie, John let her up. Frankie got up and rubbed her backside gingerly, as John’s slaps left her nether cheeks imprinted with his handprints. “This is ridiculous” she blazed at him. “I am not a child that you can spank when it is bad!”

Without saying another word John arose, went to the bedroom and returned with his briefcase. “Last night we had a discussion about your spending habits, and you promised me then that you would be more careful with what you did with our money, didn’t you?" Frankie began a reply but was interrupted by John, “I figured you wouldn’t listen so I bought something that will help us both out.”

“I thought we weren’t going to spend any more money without consulting with each other first,” Frankie snarled at him. Still, being the curious sort, Frankie moved closer to see what John had in his case.

She was puzzled by what she saw. Inside were a variety of ropes and tape and what looked like a pair of surgical scissors. “How the hell is that going to help us?”

“Very simple,” he said. He selected a coil of rope, grabbed her wrists and drew them behind her back, “If I cannot trust you while I’m away I can do the next best thing by making sure you are not able to leave.” While he was talking he deftly brought her wrists together and tied them securely. Though mad at the spanking she’d received, Frankie was getting a little turned on by the bondage, but she wasn’t going to let John know that.

“I suppose you think this is going to stop me from spending, huh?”

“Well, I think this is stupid and it won’t work.”

"We’ll see,” John said with a smile. He next tied her knees together and laid her down in front of the fireplace. Frankie decided her best tack would be to entice him instead of arguing so she rolled over to her side and cooed at him, “if you are good and untie me I will do something special for you.”

John looked at her and laughed, “I have plans on that account too,” he said. Laughing. “For now, since you haven’t made dinner, nor done anything else for that matter, you can lay there and be an ornament.”

Frankie’s temper flared at that comment, she was not used to being turned down. “You can’t treat me like this, and you can make your own damn dinner!”

John chuckled and reached into his case once again. “It’s noisy in here, don’t you think?” He pulled out the scissors and tape and cut three five inch sections of duct tape off and carried them over to where she lay. “Any last words, Frankie?” Before she could utter a retort John had plastered one of the pieces over her mouth. He placed the next one under her chin and the last one back over her mouth.

Peace at last!

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