Mr. Z came home from work early. The office had been slow and it was Friday. The whole weekend was before him, so he had ducked out early to get a good jump on the work free days ahead. He parked his car in his space inside the six-stall garage that was attached to the huge, perfectly landscaped house. He lived in this house with two friends, Mr. X and Mr. Y, and with Miss El. Well, actually just El. She had no title. She was all the Messrs. girl, and they did with her as they pleased.
Mr. Z moved through the house. He was home alone, for now. He knew El was out for lunch with her girlfriends, showing off her newest car. It was a high-end model that Mr. Y had bought her. She drove a new car every three years, bought in a rotating cycle by all the men. El didn't work outside of the house. She was responsible for the household and all three of the men. She did work hard, and she was generously compensated. Besides a new car every few years, she usually had at least three vacations a year, sometimes more. She was available to travel with each man, plus she was allowed to take a vacation with her girlfriends.
The Messrs. liked their lifestyle. They all had a girl they loved and all the sex the craved, from private to group. And by pooling their money, they lived grandly, if not unorthodox. Everyone who knew them, knew of their living arrangement, and passed no real judgement. Most were curious, wondering if they could live the same way. The men especially liked the idea of having a girl at their complete and utter disposal, and many wanted to experience group sex, but the boys didn't allow that. If El was interested, like she had been when she first met Mr. Z, then X and Y permitted it, otherwise the answer was no. And El had never been with another girl. The boys wouldn't allow that either. Z thought their decision was based a little bit on fear. What if the girl was better? He knew they wondered and worried about that. Although El showed no interest in other girls, they had been approached with offers, and their answer had always been no. Overall Mr. Z doubted any of their friends could live they way these four did.
They had a precise, structured way of living. The bills were split in an even way, and the girl was split much the same way with no hint of jealousy or possessiveness. Although, when it came to El, there was a bit more flexibility. But even that was carefully planned out on a monthly calendar which was planned out three months in advance. No, he thought to himself as he checked the X, Y, and Z calendar, we four are special, different. We share, we cooperate, and we like each other's company, in and out of the bedroom. He had joined this cozy little family almost four years ago. The other three had been cohabiting since before their college days. He was a good, final fit to their family, and he was glad to join them
He noticed the mail neatly stacked on the kitchen counter. He opened the cabinet to consult the calendar hanging on the door inside. He smiled when he noticed it was his weekend, starting tonight, that El would share his bed. His cock twitched excitedly.
He picked up the mail. The bill paying was his duty. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, quickly read the dinner menu El had left hanging from a magnet there, and took a seat on a stool at the breakfast nook. He cracked open his beverage and did a quick scan of the mail before he opened each item and sorted through the pile. His joy of having El to himself this weekend and his to play with was soon replaced with shock and displeasure. He carefully set aside the credit card bill, and as he finished with the rest of the mail, he began formulating a new weekend for El.
Mr. Z was still sitting at the breakfast counter, drinking his second beer, when he heard El come home. He watched from the kitchen window as she pulled into the garage. His cock was rock hard and throbbing hotly. He was going to punish his little girl, and he would have to bring her transgression to the attention to Mr. X and Mr. Y. This was something he could not handle alone. It was his duty and his responsibility to share what had happened with the other boys. He glanced back at the bill, and his blood boiled! She had over spent on her credit card, and that was completely unacceptable.
El breezed into the kitchen, keys and purse in hand. She looked adorable in her new white baby doll dress with a sweet purple flower applique. Her white three-inch heels, with a lavender bow at the toe, were a perfect match. Mr. Z noted it all. He knew she had charged it. Even her purse was new and matched perfectly.
"Oh, hi," El said happily when she saw Mr. Z at the breakfast bar. "You're home early."
She smiled at him. She was so beautiful. Blonde, blue eyed, petite, a freak in the rack; trained to kinky, nasty perfection.
El came over to him and gave him a kiss. When he was done kissing her, he held her at arms length, and admired her cute, new outfit.
"I hope you're wearing panties, my little one. That dress is awfully short," he commented.
El laughed easily, "Of course I am. My goodness, you sound like Mr. X. Honestly!"
Mr. Z looked at her and pulled her close, between his knees. His hand slid down her back and he cupped her small buttocks in his large, strong hands.
"You're a good girl, wearing these panties."
El snuggled closer to Mr. Z. She noticed his huge boner and her pussy flickered softly. There was plenty of time for fucking, if he should decide he wanted her.
"Why don't you go to your bedroom," Z whispered into her neck, his hands still holding her sweet bottom. He felt her push against him, getting horny anticipating his desire. His next words to her changed everything, "When you get there I want you to bend over the edge of your bed on your knees with your dress up, your panties down around your ankles, leave your shoes on, so your bottom is bare. I'm going to spank you. You've been a bad, bad girl, and you need reminding."
El struggled against his chest, but he held her captive.
"Shh, shhh..." he whispered in her neck. "Settle down, little one. I'll explain your transgression before I begin. You'll know the reason for your spanking. I promise. Now, off you go. Any hesitance or flippant attitude wouldn't be very wise right now. So be a good girl, and get yourself ready as I instructed."
He patted El's butt as she set off to her bedroom.
Z made El wait a full half-hour before he came to her room, the offending bill in his hand. He placed it on the bed in front of her.
"Look at that," he ordered.
El lifted her head and looked at the paper. It took a moment before she realized what she was looking at.
"Oh, shit," she gasped.
She had thought Mr. Z was game playing and trying to arouse her when he ordered her to her own bedroom, to pull down her panties, to kneel by her bed, to bend over it, and then to wait patiently until he came to spank her. Her pussy had twitched in orgasm as she waited for her Master Z to come and punish her and fuck her. But now she realized he really did mean to punish her.
Z was furious! The bill, the outrageous amount of the bill, and now the foul mouth!
"What did you say?"
El knew she was in deep trouble. She hadn't realized what she had spent the last month! She had an allowance of five hundred dollars a month for clothing. That amount rose to one thousand dollars any month that she was vacationing with anyone of her Messrs. She had no vacation coming and the bill was two thousand dollars! She was no longer horny. She was now very worried.
"Excuse me, sir," she said in the most humble, repentant voice she could muster. Her eyes were locked on the column that told her her balance, told her of her overspending.
"
Repeat
what you just said," Mr. Z demanded.
"I said," El gripped the bed cover in both hands. Her heart was racing, her pussy quiet. "Oh, God. Please, sir!" She knew cussing, especially in front of Master Z was forbidden as unbecoming a young lady.
Z shifted angrily behind her. "
