Jesse St. James smiled to himself on the bus. Things could not be going better: he and his beautiful wife Rachel had been married for about eight months now and were still very much in marital bliss. Jesse had recently started rehearsals for the "Glass Menagerie" playing Tom, and things were going well.
It was definitely worth celebrating!
Jesse's favorite coffee shop was on the route home and they had the best lattes he'd ever had. He had plenty of time before they closed and…
Damn.
He and Rachel had recently made an agreement to only spend money on necessities for a while: bills, utilities, groceries…and unfortunately, coffee was not on the list.
They wanted to save up for two things - a vacation to Rome, and maybe Venice for a few days if they had enough, and they also wanted to start a Baby St. James Fund. It was (ideally) going to be a few years before they actually needed to use it, but kids were expensive - and they planned on eventually having two, so they wanted to start saving now.
What harm was *one* latte? He'd even get a small! And Rachel didn't even have to know!
No big deal.
Jesse pulled the cord when the bus got close to the coffee shop and got off.
Looking around as though he was on a covert mission (well, he was) Jesse quickly stepped into the coffee shop.
Nobody was at the counter! Awesome! He should be in and out in no time.
"Good evening, sir," the cashier, apparently named Jade, greeted. "What can we get you today?"
"Uh, hi. I would like one small latte please," Jesse said.
"Sure thing? Can I get you anything else?" Jade asked.
Jesse glanced at the bakery display. The coffee cake was calling his name but he managed to fight the temptation.
"No, thank you - that's it," Jesse smiled.
"Great. That'll be 3.05," Jade said.
Jesse started to remove his credit card but remembered that it was the account he and Rachel shared. He pulled out a five and gave it to the cashier.
"You can keep the extra as a tip," Jesse said.
"Thanks! Can I get a name for your order?" Jade asked.
"Jesse," Jesse replied.
"Great. That'll be right up for you, Jesse!" Jade said.
"Thank you," Jesse said, going over to stand where other customers were waiting.
Soon, Jesse's name was called. He got his latte, sat down to drink it, disposed of the evidence, and called for a cab home.
The next morning, Rachel was watching TV and browsing Instagram in her robe when a notification popped up.
Her biological mother, Shelby Corcoran had posted a picture with her daughter Beth. It was taken at a coffee shop.
officialshelbyc: Beth and I loooove the hot chocolate here! Hey @rachelbstjames - where were you? Pretty sure we found @jessestjames ! He left before we could chat though.
Rachel peered at the photo. The man in question was facing the other way, but he was coincidentally wearing a shirt that Rachel had bought for Jesse for his birthday last year.
Hmmm.
At that moment, Rachel heard footsteps pounding down the stairs.
"Rachel, I can explain!" Jesse said when he arrived at the family room.
"You can explain over my knee, Mister," she said firmly, patting her lap.
Jesse felt the smirk coming on - things were getting hotter than that delicious latte.
"It's not funny, Jesse!" Rachel tried to scold. They were both so bad at this. She'd spanked him for the first time a couple months ago, in retaliation for smashing an egg on her head in high school. She'd gotten over it - but he really did get off easily. He'd spanked her too, mostly a quick swat - he was afraid of hurting her, but with some coaxing, could really pack a punch - especially when using the "Rachel Loves Jesse" wooden spoon some friends had given them as a gag wedding gift.
"Did you want me to fetch the spoon, love?" Jesse asked, assuming the positions.
"No…we're not using the spoon this time, 'love'," Rachel mimicked.
"Oh…what are we using then?" Jesse asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out - I will say that I'm gonna warm you up with my hand first, but first I want you to tell me what exactly you were doing at that coffee shop? Staying hydrated with a free cup of water, I hope," Rachel said.
"I'm glad you don't want me to be dehydrated," Jesse said, staring down at the couch.
Rachel delivered a good, solid spank to her husband's backside.
Jesse knew that would do it. He smiled slyly but jumped a little in surprise - her technique had definitely improved since the egg punishment.
"You know what I mean you little smartass," Rachel said. "You know what they say - if someone acts like a smartass - best thing to do is make their ass smart."
"You see that on Pinterest?" Jesse asked.
Rachel delivered another spank.
"So what'd you order?" Rachel asked.
"A latte," Jesse replied. He had no sassy remark for that question, unfortunately.
"A latte? But we agreed not to spend money on such frivolous things!" Rachel cried in mock surprise.
She gave three successive spanks in a row.
"I know…but I just got a small one?" Jesse offered.
"And how much did you pay for that?" Rachel asked.
"Well, if you really must know - it was a little over 3 but I paid with a five and let them keep the rest as a tip," Jesse replied.
"Okay, here's a tip," Rachel said. Jesse could feel her reach down for something.
"If you're going to buy a latte after we agree not to spend unnecessary money - get me one while you're at it!"
"Oh darling, I would've - but they were out of oat milk!" Jesse lied, smirking.
Something cracked down on Jesse's ass and he found himself yelping like an injured puppy.
"God! What was that?" Jesse asked, smirking again.
"My slipper!" Rachel exclaimed. Jesse could hear the smirk in her voice, too.
"And, darling - if you're ever at a coffee shop and they're out of oat milk again - always remember this -"
The slipper came down again and Jesse fought the urge to yelp again.
"First choice is oat milk, which you know."
CRACK!
"Second choice is almond milk."
CRACK!
"Third choice is coconut milk."
CRACK!
"Fourth choice is soy milk. Let's see how well you remember that," Rachel said.
"Uhh…first choice oat, second choice almond, third choice coconut, fourth choice soy," Jesse repeated, wincing at his sore ass.
"Yes, good boy - you have plenty of options!" Rachel gave him a final swat with her hand and then moved her hand up and started rubbing his lower back.
Jesse closed his eyes and reveled in the massage.
"Hey, babe - any chance you could massage a little lower?" He asked.
"Of course," Rachel obliged and Jesse moaned in relief.
"Hey, Jesse?" Rachel asked.
"Mmm?" Jesse asked.
"I…" she was trying not to laugh. "I love you a latte."
Jesse groaned.
