Teen Trials

Excessive Gifts

It was finally the day of the last show. Emma had been quiet since her conversation with Hunter. She had done everything asked of her but had avoided family time and spent any time at home in her room or the dance studio. Amy and Hunter had both tried getting the girl to talk every day, but she had locked down. The gifts that her dad's secretary brought over remained unopened by the front door along with the one he had hand delivered on opening night.

"Are we leaving right from the show?" Hunter asked, sitting down on the bed next to the suitcase Amy was packing.

"Yeah, I think so." Amy said. "My parents are going to meet us there with Niko."

"Do you think we are really going to last the whole week?" Hunter asked.

"Hey, they've done a good job helping us get the last few things unpacked and settled." Amy said.

"That's true, but you and your dad can typically only make it about four days, and today is day three." Hunter said. He also didn't think Emma liked the man very much.

"He's only had a drink or two since he's been here."

"A drink or two every night." Hunter said.

"It's still an improvement." Amy grumbled.

"Are we packing the gifts her dad got? I'm not sure there will be enough room for everything." Hunter asked, wanting to avoid the argument.

Amy sighed and sat down on the edge of their bed. "Not sure we have room, or that our gifts will compete?"

Hunter frowned. "Of course we can't compete. We didn't try to compete, did we?"

Amy bit her lip, "I think we did pretty well."

"And within budget?"

"Within a budget." Amy said.

Hunter laughed at that. "How much over did you go?"

"I uh..." Amy started.

"Amy Grace, come here." Hunter said, firmly. He wasn't really that annoyed. He got where she was coming from. He knew that she wanted to make Emma's Christmas good, so he could excuse a couple hundred dollars more. Amy stood up and walked slowly over to him and stood in between his legs. "How much over?"

"Before I answer, is this like I'm gonna get the number of swats per dollar over? Cuz I will never sit again."

"How much Amy?"

Amy looked around the room. "Relative to the price of this house..."

"Amy. Grace. Emma is downstairs in the dance studio and Niko and your parents are gone. Do you need a spanking just to talk?"

"I went six hundred over budget." Amy blurted out.

Hunter breathed out sharply at that. That was a much higher number than he anticipated. "Do you want to run that number by me again?"

Amy reached back to block her bottom, something she hadn't done since early on in their marriage. "Six hundred and thirty-four dollars." Amy whispered.

Hunter pat her hip, "You know better than to block your bottom. What happens when you do that?"

"Hunter," Amy said, "Please don't."

Hunter pulled her over his knee, "You're having a hard time listening my love." He rubbed her bottom gently. "What happens when you cover your bottom?"

"Hunter, please, we are sitting through a two-hour ballet, then a six-hour car ride." Amy pleaded.

Hunter continued to rub her back and bottom without saying anything for a moment. "If I have to ask you again, the punishment doubles and we still have to talk about you overspending."