I learned more and more about what called for a spanking and what did not with Rachel. She hated lying, violence and rudeness and they were punished harshly. I looked and looked for a job, nowhere was hiring and if they were I wasn't qualified. As the money in my bank account dwindled to nearly nothing after two months of searching it was time to pay my rent and I had nothing. The landlord let it go as long as I did the cleaning of the public apartment. The next month he promised that if I didn't have the money to him by the end of the week I would be out of a house. I went through all of my belongings selling whatever I deemed unnessisary. I offered to clean apartments but it only paid enough for food and a fraction of rent. I sold my car to make the rent I owed. I was kicked out my apartment a month later and I stayed with a friend for a few days but she was due to have a baby any day and I was getting in the way. I tripled my efforts to find a job but nothing was working. As I was talking with Rachel one night it came up and she offered to pay me for the practices. I took some convincing but I didn't have any other option. One night after a particularly rough slippering Rachel and I went out to eat. It was a simple local pizzeria. I tried to order a beer and Rachel slapped my thigh and told the waiter to bring a perpperoni a water and a Coors Light. I said "you don't want anything to drink". Rachel laughed and said "the beer is for me little miss underage". I muttered that I was only a year under the limit. "What was that" Rachel questioned. I said loudly annoyed that I couldn't have a drink "I said that I'm barely underage". "Move on Beth or else you will be moving over my lap". "Fine"I stated rudely. "That's it Bethany. You will be across my knee yet again tonight" Rachel snapped. I straightened out my attitude and said "no Rachel I'm sorry my butt already hurts". Rachel didn't care "obviously if doesn't hurt enough to remind you of your place or of respect so I think it needs to hurt more before you are to be put to bed tonight". The pizza came and Rachel drank her beer. I tried to be on my best behaviour to help my sorry ass. The conversation was kept light and I tried to be as sweet as I could to lessen the blows that were no doubtubly going to be falling on my tender cheeks soon. Rachel paid the bill and left holding onto my arm tightly. Rachel sat in the backseat and pulled me over her lap. She swung rapidly on my bottom. She quickly bared my bottom and hit hard. She let me pull up my pants but she did make me stay in the back seat. She lectured me on the way home about how disrespectful I was behaving and how the warm up would feel like nothing after she was done with me. I knew that she treated respect and obedience as things that needed to be taken seriously and she diciplinded for them severely. I'm surprised she didn't pull me over her knee right in the washroom.
