So, a couple of months later, the bill did come. I can't remember when it did, but I have a feeling it was just in time for the month of my wedding, and it was immediately forgotten about. And another bill came. I'm sure it said, "Seriously. Pay it." And I really meant to—I was just not on the internet already, and I meant to get back to it. And it got buried in paperwork and forgotten about. I can't remember if there was a third or not—but if there was, I didn't even open it. I just meant to get online with my credit card and pay it. But I kept forgetting to do it. And so, today, I saw an envelope, that was quite thick and from Idaho. It was from a financing company, asking for money for my tickets, originally of a $2.50 value, and with $50 of administrative fees. Now, I just feel foolish. $50 is a lot of money! And all because I kept putting something off… Of course, this sealed the deal. James hadn't quite understood before that I had gotten two extra warnings from the toll road company. So, there was quite a few "boo-boos" involved. After I had handed him the laptop and he sat down to read what I had written, he sent me into the bedroom and told me to undress (even though I had JUST gotten dressed) and to be in the corner with only my panties on, and to have the belt and the paddle out of the closet and on the bed. A trifecta of punishment is nothing to look forward to. But preparing for the eventual punishment, for me, is far easier than receiving extra for not doing as instructed. I got ready, and by the time I was nearly naked in the corner, James was done reading and was in the bedroom, thanking me for getting all of that done and, as always, he told me he loved me very much. Then he started the lecture. Listening to his lecturing always tends to be a bit awkward—I'm nearly naked, and I'm normally very nervous and twitchy. But I do remember him mentioning the point that if I had just gone through the toll booth without paying, it's no big deal. Even if I forgot to pay until the first notice, it's no big deal, probably just a few swats with his hand, if anything. But ignoring the first notice… and then ignoring the SECOND notice… and possibly a THIRD… that got me into REAL trouble. And from now on, if he sees a bill waiting around the house that I haven't taken care of, I will get spanked immediately. (A bill specifically for me that is, James takes care of most of our finances, and we share our bank account, so I don't have very many bills to pay.) If I ever let something go this far without taking care of it again, I'll get a switching. (No, I've never actually been switched yet. It just sounds scary. James would never break the skin of course, but I'm sure it would hurt far worse than any spanking I've had before.) When I see something important I need to take care of, I need drop everything I'm doing and take care of it so that I don't forget. I'm sure there was more to the lecture, but that was the bulk of it. And then I was pulled gently over his lap and the spanking began. As always, it started with the hand. You might think "Oh, a warm up!" But you're wrong. I swear James is a distant relation to the Tin Man. Call it what you will, but I'm definitely going to call it part of the real deal. It was even much longer of a hand spanking than usual, with special attention being paid to the backs of my thighs and the inner sides of my bottom cheeks. After this "Warm up" my ass was already beat-red, and I was already crying. (And normally a hand spanking does NOT bring the tears out of me). He saw that I was already upset and gave me a hug and held me for awhile before he sent me back into the corner for a few minutes. (Trust me—corner time is awesome. It's time to cool down and collect myself so I don't lose it completely.) Afterwards, it was another lecture and we were back at it. You all might remember the last BIG spanking I got with the belt. Well, this was no different. It was another moment of me laying with my back on the bed, James holding up my legs and going to town on my bottom. He spanked my already red bottom and thighs all over again. But I was bawling already, enough so he had to stop a couple of times to comfort me and give me a rest. But he wouldn't be talked out of finishing. I cried all through my corner time afterwards. My bottom was throbbing, and most of all, I felt so stupid. He thought it was going to make me feel better when he came back with the wooden spoon and said that he was going to use that instead of the paddle. But I don't remember it making me feel any better—I was pretty inconsolable. I don't know why, but when your ass is that red, you can feel everything! FINGERS feel like murder, let alone a wooden spoon. It felt like medieval weaponry. When he finally decided that my ass was PLENTY red, he gave me my last 10 spanks on the inside of my thighs—which I think were even more tender than my bottom. I think that might have been his point, though—he KNEW I hated those, but he wanted me to learn the lesson so he never had to follow through with the threat of cutting a switch. He made it clear that he really wanted it to be the last spanking for at least a good while, especially about the issue of procrastinating and then forgetting important things. (Yet, I got a spanking not three days later because of the food journal issue, which I wrote about a few days ago). Fortunately for me, he didn't follow through and use the switch for that spanking, because he felt he hadn't been reminding me properly. Of course he had no such worries in this case, since he had never known about the toll issue in the first place. Afterwards, he had to comfort me for a LONG time before I felt normal again. It’s funny how the events during the course of the day could turn to that. An ass that I LITERALLY could not sit with for 2 full days. Sigh! I like to think one day I'll screw my head on straight and avoid forever these sorts of situations. I've been doing quite well with the checklist James made me print out, so I think I'm on the right track.