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show me the bag.”
    Megan
stomped her bare foot meaningfully, but she opened a drawer and took out the
bag.  Her eyes went wide again as she realized she was in even more
trouble than she thought she would be.  Noah didn’t miss the guilty look,
and he sure didn’t miss the fact that there were only three pieces of foil
wrapped chocolate eggs left in the bag.  She’d eaten entirely too much
chocolate!  “Megan, why do you do this?” he asked in exasperation.
    “I
was busy making decorations and I didn’t realize I’d popped so many pieces,”
she said truthfully.  “I only meant to eat a couple!”
    “You
can’t keep doing this to yourself.  It was bad enough before you were told
about the diabetes, but indulging like this is going to make you ill.  You’ll
be very lucky if you don’t have a migraine before the evening is over.  Is
chocolate worth that pain?” he scolded as he reached for her.
    “Oh,
Noah, must you?” she asked plaintively as he bent her down over the work table
and slapped her round bottom with his hand.
    “I
must,” he replied, and started spanking the seat of her jeans.  “You know
that I promised to spank you each and every time you indulged in chocolate… And
eating almost an entire bag is sheer indulgence!”  Megan cried out and he
hoped he was getting through to her.  After several minutes he undid the
fastenings on her jeans and slid them down her curvy body.  Her white
panties became the next target for his hand, and her howls of pain increased
while he continued to scold and make his point.  He waited until she was
crying hard and then pulled her up and marched her to the corner.  “You
think about this, Megan.  Think about what the doctor told you about your
diabetes and all the things that could happen to you if you continue to eat
sweets by the bagful.  Think about how ill you’ll be if you get one of
your migraines from the chocolate.  And, think about how sore your butt is
going to be after I take my belt to you… because that is precisely what I’m
going to do in a few minutes.”  He pulled her panties down to her knees
and said, “You stand right here with your butt on display and think about why
you are getting punished, Meggie.  I will be back in a few minutes.”
    Megan
heard him pick up the nearly empty bag of candy and leave the room.  She
knew the candy was going in the trash, and a part of her wanted to stomp her
foot at the waste of perfectly good candy.  The other part of her wanted
to run and lock the door so Noah couldn’t get back into the room and give her
the promised strapping.  Her lack of remorse was due to the chocolate. 
It affected her in strange ways.  She craved the stuff, but tried very
hard to resist temptation.  Once she took that first bite she didn’t stop
eating until it was gone.  The resulting headache was enough to keep her
in bed, the curtains drawn to block any light, and she wanted nothing but
absolute silence so she could take her meds and sleep it off.  It wasn’t
fair that something so good could be so bad for her.  Other people ate
chocolate all the time and didn’t suffer!  And if it wasn’t bad enough
that she was already starting to feel the warning signs of a headache, her
bottom was smarting and aching, too, and Noah intended to add welts that would
make her body ache right along with her head.  Tomorrow she would be
miserable, and she would still have to go to work and pretend she was fine.  Why did she do this to herself? she asked.
    Noah
stepped into the room and Megan heard the unmistakable sound of his belt
sliding through the loops of his pants and she shuddered at the thought of the
pain she was going to endure in the next several minutes.  “Why do you do
this to yourself, Meggie?” she heard Noah ask, his voice full of concern.
    “I
don’t know,” she told the absolute truth.  “I’m already getting the
headache,” she admitted, wondering if he would let her off without