From the Top Shelf - The Gambler

If you haven't visited Cassie's blog, you are in for a real treat. Cassie is the alter ego of longtime blogger and hostess of the popular Friday Fantasy, PK. Cassie's Space is entirely fictional, and recounts the continuing escapades of naughty Cassie and her long-suffering and strict husband Tom. This is a snippet from my favourite story.

it seems that at one time Cassie had a gambling problem. Once she discovered the excitement of visiting the local casino, she was unable to stop. She concealed her visits from he husband, knowing full well that it was wrong to do so, but her habit got the better of her. Until, that is, they decided to take a cruise with four other couples. Late one evening, the rest of the group decided to visit the on-board casino. Tom and Cassie retired to their cabin, but Cassie couldn't sleep. I'll let her tell you what happened next.

At 1:30, I could no longer stand it. I suppose that sanity completely left me because I stole out of bed, slipped back on my evening dress, and headed for the casino. I’m not sure if I really thought that I could get away with it or not, but I had a vague idea that if I was back by 4:00 AM, it just might work.

Casinos just have an excitement to them, a pulse of their own. I got a drink and sat down at the slot machines. Soon I was completely absorbed. But I wasn’t completely crazy. I actually did keep a close eye on the time. I was playing and winning and loving it when, just a bit after 3:00 AM, I looked up to see the most terrifying sight I have ever seen in my life. Tom was standing in the doorway, wearing his pajamas and robe, holding the ivory hairbrush. We all know that clenching, tingling feeling you get when you know you are going to get a spanking and you know that there is nothing you can do about it. Well, this wasn’t that feeling. I felt like I had just grabbed a live wire! Every fiber of my being was in panic mode. My mind just went black with dread. I knew that Tom meant to spank me right there in front of friends and strangers alike.

Tom walked straight to me and said “Cassie, you shouldn’t be here.” I wanted to say something, anything to get him to take me out of there and back to the room. I didn’t care what he did as long as it wasn't in the casino! But I couldn’t say a word. I felt paralyzed. Tom pulled out one of the gambling stools and without wasting a moment, I was over his knee. You need to see the whole picture here. I was a grown women, mid-thirties, beautifully dressed, hair and make-up immaculate, with my bottom suddenly served up over my husband’s lap like that of a naughty child -- in front of a room full of people, including my best friends!

He wasted no time. The first lick made me cry out (something I rarely did), but I don’t think that I have ever been spanked so hard. The man’s aim was perfect, right where leg and bottom meet. Every stroke landed at this spot on one side or the other. I had never had a spanking that caused a burn like this. This was probably one of my shortest spankings, not more than 20 or 25 licks. But Babe Ruth would have been proud of every swing!

When Tom was finished he stood me up. I was way past embarrassment. I was mortified and I didn’t know whether to cover my face or grab my bottom. Sheer pain decided for me as I grabbed my rear and tried to get some relief. Tom, you just have to know Tom, turned to our friends and said casually, “We’ll say goodnight now.” He took my hand and led me from the casino. Tears blurred my vision, but I have the fleeting memory of the women in the room with their eyes big as saucers, hands covering their mouths, and the men I saw seemed to be trying to suppress grins.

In the elevator alone with Tom, I did cover my face and cried. He took my hand again as we got to our floor and he lead me to the room. We went directly to the bedroom where he sat me on the bed. I leapt to my feet again because of the pain, but he firmly made me sit. He gently took my chin in his hand and made me look up at him. He looked me in the eye and said “Cassie that was the last time you are ever going to gamble. If I ever catch you in a casino again we will have a repeat performance of tonight. If I ever find out that you have been somewhere to gamble I will take you back to that place and wear you out in front of everyone. That’s a promise. So when you find yourself tempted again, you think about tonight, and see if you think that it will be worth it.”

...When I awoke the next morning Tom was already dressed. He came over and kissed me and told me to get ready. We were meeting the others for brunch. I assumed he was out of his mind. I had no intention of leaving the room until we docked and then I was going out with the luggage. Tom had other ideas. He told me that we had planned this vacation with our friends and we had another four days, and that I would take part in all activities. I begged. I cried. I just couldn’t face a dinning room of people who knew!

In the end, I went with him to the dinning room. What choice did I have? Everyone should have the experience of having an entire room go silent when you enter. But, believe me, once is enough. The silence that fell over the dinning room as we came through the door was proof that every passenger and probably the crew from captain to cabin boy knew what had happened in the casino... But I held my head high and walked with Tom to the table. I did not let anything register on my face as I sat as gingerly as I could. My friends were wonderful and kept a nice casual conversation going all through breakfast.

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