For Christmas I had given her a nice silver bracelet, but I knew she was hoping to get more than that. Also, if you have read any of my stories, you k...ow my wife spanks me. When I am over her lap for a spanking, she likes to first her hand, but next she uses a hairbrush on me. There were three hairbrushes in the set and the largest one looked as big as a table tennis paddle. So I went into the store to examine them. When I walked into the store, there was a large display case of the brushes.. " Why don't you get dressed and get them yourself?" Because, you're dressed and I'm not. Because you look like a womanready for a night clubbing. It's 9 pm Camille. How many people will beat the drug store on a Saturday night?"I didn't say anything."Now touch up your makeup and go. You got this girl."I reapplied my lipstick and some blush and looked at my reflection. Areyou ready I asked silently. My reflection told me I was, and I took adeep breath and told my wife, "Be back in a few."I drove. " Why did he kick you out?" He t'ink I fuck Alvin Monson," she whispered."Did you?"Before she looked down, I thought I caught a glimpse of a little smile. "Yes." she murmured. "Bill, he old man. Alvin, he young man. Young man better fuck than old man."Well, that made sense. I gave her the threadbare towel that came with the room and a bar of soap from my gear, and sent her to the bathroom at the end of the hall to get cleaned up. Then I lay back on the bed.Fifteen minutes later, the door slowly. Smiling slightly at him, pleased by the reaction, the pleasant look on Camie's face dissolves into sadness, which Luke quickly picks up on. Swinging his feet around, and off of the arms of his chair, he asks her concernedly,"What's wrong, Camie?" It's Fixer. I know he cares about me... but I feel so unimportant to him! He's always got something he'd rather do than be with me, Luke!" Camie bursts out, tears starting to well up into her eyes again.Her part being said, and just desperate for.