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Sylvia Takes Charge

By: Holla Dean
Published By: Books by Holla Dean
Copyright: Copyright © 2016
Fourteen chapters / 41,610 Words
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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 before, it's his turn to remind Sylvie that "what's good for the goose is even better for the gander."

Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking and explicit sex scenes. If you are or may be offended by such material, please do not purchase this book.

Chapter One 

Sylvie busied herself making sure the house was in order. Her son and his girlfriend were coming to visit and she wanted everything to be just perfect. It was so wonderful that Kevin had managed to finally find the perfect woman for him. Lydia was beautiful and almost as tall as Kevin. The two made a very striking couple and she knew they were in love. She just hoped that they wouldn’t wait too long before they married and started their family.

After all, Lydia was already thirty or thirty-one, and Kevin was about to enter the second half of his thirties. While people were waiting until they were in their forties to have children these days, Sylvie didn’t think it was a great idea. For goodness sakes, who wanted to be chasing a toddler around when they were in their early forties? Young children were exhausting when you had them in your twenties or thirties. She couldn’t imagine waiting till her early forties. But she supposed times changed. Women had to go get their degrees and get their careers on solid footing before they bothered to take the time to give their husbands children. She knew she was kind of old-fashioned in that respect.

She glanced at the clock and saw it was after ten-thirty. Time to get Bill out of bed. Sometimes she wished she could stop loving his sorry worthless butt. But falling in love again after losing Kevin’s father had taken her by surprise and he was so very different from her first husband. Everything with him looked so bright and young. A ridiculous way for a woman in her mid-fifties to feel, but Bill made her feel at least two, perhaps even three decades younger than she was. And truth be told, he wasn’t completely worthless. After all, he did make a living. Bill was a pharmaceutical rep and earned a very respectable income. It was too bad he liked to gamble so much that he sometimes didn’t have enough money to pay his share of their household expenses.

The best part of his job was he had enough seniority that they were able to take frequent three or four day weekends for mini vacations.

Bill loved to travel and to her surprise, Sylvie found she enjoyed it more than she expected. Donald, her first husband, had been somewhat of a stick-in-the-mud. He preferred to stay at home and watch television or work on his boring stamp collection. She did have to give him credit for taking Kevin camping, coaching his little league team, and things like that. But real vacations weren’t for Donald and somehow she had convinced herself she was fine with it.

That was then. Once Bill had begun taking her on his company’s conferences and showing her how much fun there was to be had in these trips, she always looked forward to the next one.

Sylvie dried her hands on the dish towel and walked into the bedroom to wake up Bill.

“Bill, it’s time to get out of bed. The kids will be here in less than an hour. Come on now, get yourself together and get in the shower.”

Bill groaned and buried his head deeper into the pillow.

Sylvie walked to the foot of the bed and tapped his feet lightly with her hand.

“If you hadn’t been out till all hours of the night, you wouldn’t have such a hard time getting up right now. Come on, get moving. Get up now.”

It was one of the most frustrating things about Bill. Every Friday night he went and played poker with his little group of buddies and didn’t get home until two or three in the morning. Then he joined her in bed and would wake her up for a little hanky-panky. The trouble was, the hanky-panky often led nowhere because he usually drank plenty of beer while playing cards. While he may not be what you could call outright drunk when he got home, he was definitely feeling good. Sometimes his body refused to cooperate and he was unable to follow through with the lovin’ he was looking for.

That’s exactly what happened the night before. She was sound asleep when he got in bed and snuggled up next to her, running his hands up her legs and under her short nightgown. He skimmed his hand over her belly and up to the soft mounds of her breasts. He took one breast in his hand and squeezed gently while kissing the back of her neck.

It certainly was a pleasant way to wake up and she wasn’t one to say no to a little love. His cock had made a halfhearted attempt at getting a hard-on, but just as she was getting to the point where she wanted him between her legs, his half-hard dick gave up and slipped back into its flaccid state, leaving her high and dry. Well, she supposed it would be more accurate to say she was left high and wet. Whatever, he fell asleep before he ever even made it all the way between her legs and his head had landed on her shoulder as he fell asleep.

With a sigh of frustration, she pushed him off of her and rolled over on her side only to find that she couldn’t fall back asleep. After lying there for a half hour she found herself even more wide-awake and decided to get up. It was nearly four o’clock and she certainly had things to do to get ready for Kevin and Lydia.

She shook off the memory of the previous night and looked down at her groaning husband. Smacking the back of his calf, she said sharply, “Now, Bill. Get up now.”

She hated the sound of her voice when it got so shrill. She never wanted to be a nagging wife, but what was she supposed to do to get this guy out of bed?

Bill moved and mumbled something that sounded like, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get up.”

Sighing, she went out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to start taking the outdoor kitchenware to the patio for lunch. She shook out the tablecloth and set the table before putting a small vase of her garden flowers in the center. Satisfied with how everything looked, she went back in to check on Bill.

She wanted to pull her hair out when she walked into the bedroom and saw him still wrapped in blankets and snoring softly. She marched up to the bed and smacked the lump that she knew was his rear end. She smacked it hard and then smacked it again.

“I swear, Bill, I’m going to get your belt and give you a spanking if you don’t get your butt out of that bed now.”

Bill sat up quickly, his eyes blinking away the sleep and he stared at her for a few seconds before saying, “What? Did you say you’re going to give me a spanking? What’s the matter with you, Sylvie? I got in late last night.”

“I know you got in late last night,” she replied. “But you knew last week that Kevin and Lydia were coming today. I asked you yesterday to not stay out too late so that you could get up and be ready in time when they got here. I don’t think I ask too much of you, Bill. It would be nice if I could count on you to be awake and dressed when family is coming for a visit.” She turned around and stormed out of the bedroom.

 

Bill shook his head as he got out of bed wondering what the hell had gotten into his sweet beautiful wife. In the little more than two years that they’d been married, she’d always been sweet. Full of energy like a little whirlwind, but sweet. Lately though it seemed like she was trying to take over his life, telling him what to do, where to go, and how to do anything that popped into her head. And why? He worked full-time, he brought home a nice paycheck. Between his contribution to the household expenses and the trust her dead husband had left her, she wasn’t hurting for anything.

Okay, to be honest, he didn’t always contribute to expenses. He knew she didn’t like that he gambled a little too much, but it was rare that he went overboard with the gambling. Yeah, maybe he did have to borrow five thousand dollars from her that one time. And there had been that thing last year when he’d bet on the horse race and it didn’t work out. He’d ended up owing one of his buddies ten grand over that and then he had to ask Sylvie for a loan so he didn’t leave his friend on the hook for the money he borrowed to make the bad bet. He had a little pang of guilt as he remembered he’d never repaid the loan.

But hey, just because he occasionally ran a little short wasn’t a reason for her to get all bent out of shape. They were married and were supposed to look out for each other and help each other out.

He looked at his face in the mirror while brushing his teeth and saw a man somewhere between middle-aged and...and what? Somewhere between middle-aged and elderly? No, no way. No way was he going towards that elderly word. Hell, elderly was a word to be applied to his parents. They were in their eighties. He wasn’t even sixty yet. Admittedly, it wouldn’t be too much longer, but for right now he was still in his fifties.

Last night was a late night. He came home much later than he knew he should have. It wasn’t like he planned to stay out as late as he did, but he was making money. The poker game was going his way and at one point he had doubled his money and was already making plans on buying something nice for Sylvie when everything started going wrong and he lost not only what he had won but everything he started with as well.

Sylvie was right, he really needed to stop gambling. Or at least cut way back. Nah, he didn’t need to stop. All he needed to do was give himself a limit and quit when he reached that. Or if he was winning, he needed to make up his mind to quit once he’d doubled his money.

Even though he always told himself he could control it, once he won one hand he had to keep going to see if his lucky streak would hold out. When was he going to learn that winning one hand didn’t make a streak? He shook his head at himself in the mirror, rinsed off the excess shaving cream, and stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes later he was dressed and in the kitchen asking Sylvie if there was anything she needed help with, all thoughts of curbing his gambling shoved to the back of his mind.

 

Damn, he’s a good-looking man. Sylvie thought he was better looking than Donald had been. Then she had a little pang of guilt about thinking such a thought. She had loved Kevin’s daddy and knew he had loved her in return, but he just wasn’t as exciting as Bill was. Donald had been more of a quiet type, needing everything to be planned and carried out to the smallest detail. It had made for a stable life, but not a very exciting one.

Her Bill was a fun loving guy, doing things on the spur of the moment. Fun weekends when he’d say, “Let’s hop over to Vegas for the weekend and take in a show, have a little fun.”

It hadn’t taken long to learn going to Vegas for a weekend did mean having fun, but she usually ended up alone in the hotel room after they’d been to the show and had dinner while Bill went back down to the casino to play poker, blackjack, craps, or the roulette wheel.

For now she pushed those thoughts out of her head and went to give him a kiss on his clean-shaven jaw. She loved the way he smelled, a little spicy like the Old Spice her father used to wear. Bill’s cologne wasn’t Old Spice, but it was similar and it always made her feel like she was home. Like she was where she belonged. It was just different enough from her father’s that when he kissed her and she inhaled the aroma of his cologne, it put thoughts in her head that had nothing to do with her father.

“About time you got up and got yourself together,” she said in a teasing voice to make up for the shrill, nagging voice she had used earlier.

He took her by the shoulders and held her away from him so he could look her in the eye and asked, “What the hell was that wisecrack in the bedroom about you getting my belt and spanking me?”

Sylvie blushed to the roots of her hair and said, “I just didn’t know what else to say to get you out of bed. The kids are gonna be here in a few minutes and I was worried you wouldn’t be ready in time.”

She gave him a peck on his cheek and said, “You can help me by moving the chairs on the patio to the table. They’re on the side of the house where I put them when I needed to hose down the patio yesterday.”

“I can do that,” he said. The look in his eye told her he knew she had changed subjects to avoid talking anymore about her spanking him with his own belt.

He left to get the chairs around the table and she went to peek in the oven on her breakfast casserole that she knew was a favorite of Kevin’s. The doorbell rang just as she closed the oven door again. Her hand smoothed down her apron and she glanced in the hallway mirror on her way to the front door to check if she still looked all right and then opened the door.

“Hey, Ma,” Kevin said as he leaned down to give her a kiss. “How’re you doing?”

“Just fine, son. You’re right on time and it is so good to see you. Come on in.” She opened the door wider so both Kevin and Lydia could come in. After closing the door again she turned to Lydia and said, “Give me a hug, young lady. It is so good to see you again.”

“Thanks for having us over, Sylvie. It’s a beautiful drive down here from Denver.” Lydia responded.

“Kevin, why don’t you go outside and help Bill get chairs from around the side of the house and put them around the patio table? It’s such a lovely day out I thought we would eat out there.”

“Sure thing, Mom.” Kevin glanced at Lydia and said and asked, “You’ll be all right?”

Without giving Lydia a chance to answer his question, Sylvie said, “Of course she’s going to be all right, what do you think? I’m going to bite her head off or something?”

Kevin didn’t even bother to answer that, he just went outside to help his step-father with the chairs.

Sylvie turned to Lydia and said, “You look just marvelous, Lydia. You’re practically glowing! It must be because you and Kevin are so in love.”

Lydia just smiled and agreed that it was all about being in love.

“So what can I do to help you?”

“Absolutely nothing. You’re our guest, and guests don’t work. Why don’t you just sit down at the table and keep me company?”

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you work when I’m perfectly capable of doing something. I can help you carry out the food. Just tell me what you want me take out there.

“Oh, all right. There’s a pitcher of orange juice in the fridge and another one of lemonade. Why don’t you take those out to the patio?”

Lydia did and by the time she got back to the kitchen everything else was ready to go out and together the two women managed it all in one trip. Sylvie was relieved when Bill saw them through the patio door with their arms full and jumped up to get the sliding door and help them.

They all sat down and once everyone had food on their plates, Sylvie couldn’t wait any longer. She turned to Kevin, “While I’m happy to have you visiting, I’m curious why you wanted to come today when you were here a few weeks ago. Is everything all right?”

Bill gave her a look and shook his head saying, “They just drove down from Denver, Sylvie. Let them rest a bit before you start the inquisition.”

“It’s not an inquisition, for Pete’s sake. I usually don’t get to see Kevin but every couple of months so it’s unusual that he would be asking to come and see me just a few weeks after he’d already been here. It makes a mother wonder why.”

She looked at her son and said, “Go ahead and finish eating before you tell me why you’re here.”

Kevin finished swallowing his mouthful of food and said, “It’s okay mom. It’s nothing to worry about. We just have some news that we wanted to share with you.”

Sylvie put her fork down, grinned from ear to ear, and said, “You’re getting married, aren’t you?”

Kevin shook his head and smiled. “We already did. We went to Vegas last week, tied the knot, and had our honeymoon. We got back last night. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

Sylvie couldn’t believe it. Her son had denied her the pleasure of being at his wedding.

“But I wanted to see my son get married.” Sylvie’s voice was plaintive and sad.

“I know, Ma,” Kevin replied. “But it came up kind of sudden and we just decided we didn’t want a long drawn out engagement and so we went ahead and did it.”

Sylvie still didn’t understand and she said, “It’s not just me, you know. You have a lot of friends and family that would’ve enjoyed coming to your wedding.”

She turned to look at Lydia and said, “Surely your family would’ve enjoyed seeing you get married. It’s something every mother looks forward to for her daughter.”

Sylvie saw Lydia blush and she looked questioningly at Kevin who nodded his head, shrugged, and said, “We decided we were going to tell her everything. Go ahead and tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Sylvie asked and then suddenly understood. She clapped her hands to her cheeks and exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, you’re pregnant!”

Kevin just grinned and Lydia nodded her head, confirming that Sylvie was correct.

“I’m going to be a grandma?”

“Yes, Sylvie, you’re going to be a grandma.” Lydia said.

It all made sense to Sylvie now. The rush to get married rather than spend months planning a wedding while Lydia’s belly became nice and round. She leaned forward and rested her hand on Lydia’s arm and asked, “Can I touch your tummy? I want to feel my grandbaby.”

“Of course you can,” Lydia replied at the same time that Kevin said, “There’s nothing to feel yet, Ma. I think at this point the baby’s not even the size of a little green pea.”

Sylvie’s hand was already gently touching Lydia’s very flat tummy and she said, “I know that, but it’s just the idea that right there where my hand is touching, just a little further inside, my grandbaby is growing.”

“Well, I see it was a waste for me to worry about your reaction,” Kevin said. “I was a little concerned that you’d be upset that we got in the family way before we got married.”

“Don’t be silly, how can we be upset? You two were practically living together already when I first met Lydia. I’ve been around long enough to know what the score is and I certainly wasn’t expecting that you two were living a platonic existence when you spend most of your time together.”

She turned to Lydia and said, “I know you have a mother, but I hope I can be included in all your planning for the baby.”

“Of course, Sylvie. We’ll keep you informed of all the doctor visits and how the baby is growing. We’ll send you pictures of our ultrasounds and keep you up to date on everything that’s going on.”

Sylvie stood up, saying, “Let me give my new daughter-in-law a hug.”

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