Monday, December 5, 2016

The Magic of Christmas



"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere I go."  Actually, it's looked like that since Halloween but I notice now that some of the shelves even seem to be dwindling down.  Our family is coming for Christmas and so I'm trying to get everything done ahead of time so I can enjoy them w/o running around trying to get last minute things done.

I love Christmas, always have always will.  Okay, I admit there were a few down years, but all in all, Christmas is magic.  When Jared and I were together, it began the day after Thanksgiving. We would climb into the SUV to our favorite Christmas Tree Farm and start searching for just the perfect tree.  Sometimes it took more than one trip, but Jared always indulged me and would make as many trips as it took.  He had learned early on in our relationship, that indulging me was far easier than fighting me. 

Once the tree was purchased and put in its perfect place, in front of the picture window, came the task of decorating the tree.  Jared was in charge of the lights, and I did the rest.  Once again Jared always indulged me. To me, there could never be too many lights on the tree.  Jared would rearrange the strings, adding more as necessary, until I was satisfied.  He always remarked that if the tree were outside, we would have planes landing on our front lawn, it was so bright. 

Well, let it be said, that Jared must have become weary of indulging me.  One year, right before Thanksgiving, Jared informed me that he no longer wanted to be married.  He didn’t specifically say to me, but since he remarried within the year, I have to assume that’s what he meant.

That was a pretty bleak holiday for me.  I didn’t even have a tree.  I couldn’t understand how Jared could leave me at my favorite time of year.  It never occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, he couldn’t go through indulging me one more time.

By the following year, I had moved on.  I still didn’t have a tree, the reason being I was going away for the holidays and what would be the point.  Some of Christmas’s magic returned in the form of a Norman Rockwell Christmas Village in Colorado and meeting Paul.

Paul’s family owned the lodge where I was staying.  He had recently retired from the military and was decompressing at the lodge until he decided what he was going to do with the rest of his life. 

I was standing in the dining room waiting for a table and admiring the decorations except for the tree.  Paul came up to me and asked if I needed assistance.  Not having any idea who he was, I remarked that the tree could use another string or two of Christmas lights.  He laughed and told me I sounded just like his mother.  I’m not sure I liked the comparison, but Paul proved to be an excellent companion, and we spent the next few days together. 

When it came time to leave, we exchanged information and vowed to keep in touch.  There were no promises or expectations, just a friendly exchange of information.

Here’s where the Christmas Magic took over.  Paul had been a helicopter pilot in the service. It just so happened that a position became available in an area not too far from my hometown.  We got together for dinner when he came for the interview and once he was hired for the job we began spending more time together.

Paul wasn’t nearly as indulgent as Jared and I didn’t always get my way.  If we disagreed, he would listen to my side of things, but if he still didn’t agree it didn’t matter how much I carried on he stood firm.  I could either accept, or he would call a time out until I came to my senses, as he would say and then we would agree to disagree.

We went to his parent's lodge for Thanksgiving where he proposed.  Of course, I said yes.  There wasn’t anything not to like about Paul.  He was about six feet tall, with piercing blue eyes, black hair that curled at his neck when it got too long and a body to die for.  Besides that, he was a gentleman, and I was crazy about him.

We decided to plan the wedding for the springtime.  Jared's folks would find it hard to get away during the Christmas holidays.  That was all right with me. 

Since we were at the lodge the Friday after Christmas, it wasn’t until the following Saturday, and Paul and I went off to select our tree.  We went to my favorite lot, and after a couple of hours, I told him I couldn’t find one I liked, we’d have to go to a different place tomorrow.  I was told that of all the hundreds of trees at this farm, I could certainly pick one and if I couldn’t he would pick one for me.

He did because I refused.  We were in the parking lot, and he was hefting the tree on top of the car when I heard a familiar voice.

“Hello Nika, did you find your perfect tree?” 

Paul, who heard the remark answered.  “No, she couldn’t choose so I chose for her.”

Jared laughed.  “You, sir, are a glutton for punishment.”  It was at this point that I introduced Jared to Paul.

“What do you mean?” Paul inquired.

“Well, Nika here is a stickler for the perfect tree.  Of course, she may have changed since we were married.”
I wanted this encounter over, and I kept urging Paul to finish loading the tree and getting underway. Finally, Jared shook hands with Paul and wished him well. In the car, Paul wanted to know what Jared meant that I was a glutton for punishment for choosing a tree that wasn’t to your liking.

“Oh, Paul, that was Jared’s way of saying I liked getting my way.”

“And if you didn’t.”

“Well, I just kept haranguing him until I did.  He always gave in.”

“So this is the way you’ve always behaved.”

“I guess so.  Frankly, although Jared never said it,  I think it’s the reason he didn’t want to be married to me any longer.”

Paul was quiet for the rest of the ride home. When he unloaded the tree and brought it in the house, I told him where I wanted it placed.  He disagreed saying it would be too much in the way of the front door.  We argued back and forth, and that’s when things changed, and a new kind of magic emerged.

He took me by the arm and led me to the couch.  Over his knee I went.  I was fighting and yelling like a banshee, but he held me in that position, over his knee, hands and legs dangling in thin air.

“This stops now. I will not put up with your childish behavior any longer.  Now that I know it has been going on forever, it’s time to put a stop to it.  If Jared wasn’t man enough to take you in hand, I am. “  The first smack of his hand was a doozy.  The sound seemed to reverberate around the room.  Two more smacks and I heard someone ask if everything was okay.

Paul had apparently left the front door open when he brought in the tree, and my carrying on was providing entertainment for the neighbors.  I was embarrassed beyond belief, but it got worse.  Instead of merely answering that everything was fine, Paul told the inquiring neighbor that it was only me getting a spanking and he was sorry I was causing such a ruckus.

“I see,” said the neighbor.  “I’ll just close the door,” and sure enough I heard it close. 

Paul was getting a renewed dose of my vitriol.  He started smacking me again.  It hadn’t slowed me down either.  The next thing I knew my jeans and panties were being lowered and his assault on my bottom had risen to a new level.  The smacks came harder and faster until finally, I wasn’t able to breathe, much less complain.  My ass had to be on fire, and still he continued the barrage of whacks to my bottom.




Sometime, he must have figured I’d had enough because the spanking stopped and he held me in place while rubbing my back.  He had to help me up, I had trouble getting my bearings, and my legs were wobbly. He caught me in a bear hug.

“Now be a good girl, go wash your face, and we’ll get this tree decorated.”

I did as I was told and when I came back downstairs, the tree was exactly where he wanted, and he had strung the lights.  There weren’t nearly enough to suit me.

“Paul, I  like a lot of lights.  Do we have any more strings?”

“Nika, I have strung over three hundred bulbs on this tree.  I am not hanging anymore.”

“But it seems to need more.”

“Let me ask you this, do you need more?”

“More lights, yes I do.”

“No, I was referring to more spanking because that’s what you’re going to get if I hear another word about needing more lights on the tree.”

I went to get the ornaments and began hanging them on the tree.  My bottom was lit up enough for one day.
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The following year we bought an artificial tree with over four hundred lights.  I still get spanked but that first spanking was the last one I received because of a Christmas tree.




See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

How Well Does He Know Me.

Thank you,Lilli Clairmont, for this meme.

Finally, I've been threatening to post this for a while, so the other day I cornered Ray and asked him to provide some answers.  He answered some, but others not, so I asked him again.  I received a few more answers but there are still blanks.  What can I say, I couldn't think of some answers either.


1. What is something I always say?
     Whoseewhatsee
     he's right, I say that because I can't remember the real name of something

  2. What makes me happy?
      Life
      He noticed     
     
 3. What makes me sad?

     Man's inhumanity
     He's right
    


 4. How tall am I?
     5'5"
     5'5"

 5. What is my favoritething to do?
     Read
     Guilty as charged.

 6. What do I do when you're not around?
     How would I know, I'm not around.     Same things I do when he is around


 7. If I became famous what would it be for?
     Writing.

     We'll have to see, won't we?
     


 8. What makes you proud of me?
     My empathy

     awww
     
     
 9. What is my favorite food?

    No answer
    I can't think of a favorite thing either - FOOD, I Love almost all of it.
   


10. What is my favorite restaurant?

      Babe's
      One of many


11. Where is my favorite place to visit?
     Carribbean - Island Paradise

     He's right
          
12. If I could go anywhere, where would it be?
      See above
      He's right

13. How do I annoy you?
      My constantly moving feet.
      That's only one of many.  laughing

14. What is my favourite film?
      The Holiday (because it's that time of year)

      Can't dispute that but all time I think Out of Africa because it is so visually beautiful, not to mention   looking at Robert Redford is never awful.

        
15. You get a phone call that I am in trouble, who will I be with? 
      My internet girlies.

      Imagine that


See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

      

Monday, November 28, 2016

The Perils of Winter

Hello - Well Thanksgiving and for all intents and purposes, November is over.  Coming up to the last month of 2016 - it just started didn't it?  Remember when you had to remember to change dates on checks etc. - never happens any more.  Ahh, the good ole' days.  

This week's story was tough going.  Some weeks they flow right out, others it's like pulling teeth. Gone are the days when they flowed out of me like water and I was always a couple of weeks ahead - not anymore, now it's usually on Sunday and I'm still procrastinating.  Oh well, at least they're still coming, right?


Barbara Helmsley was taking a sheet of cookies from the oven when she looked out the window and saw the first snowflakes of the season starting to fall and stick to the ground. She had a love/hate relationship with the snow,  As a little girl growing up in Southern California, snow was something magical. Sure, she’d seen snow, her parents routinely took her and her brother to Big Bear every year.  They’d have snowball fights, go sleigh riding, ice skating and then they’d drive back down the mountain, exchange their mountain wear for beach wear and life would go on.

Her brother, Jack loved the change of season and decided to go to college at the University of Colorado at Boulder.  He rarely made the quick trip home to California after that, so our parents and I made the trek to Colorado on a regular basis.  In his junior year, Jack roomed with a fellow that was born and raised in Montana and the rest, as they say, is history.  Barbara Watkins married her brother’s roommate and moved to the wilds of Montana, Livingston, MT to be exact, population about 7,000 people.  Livingston was the county seat of Park County, an old western town on the Yellowstone River and a gateway to Yellowstone National Park.  Connor Helmsley was a member of the Park County Sherriff’s Department.

The snowflakes meant winter was finally making its presence known after a temperate, longer than usual fall. Winters here were long and often harsh, and she detested that often Connor was caught rescuing some jackass who had no business being out in weather when they hadn’t the slightest clue of what and what not to do.   

Shortly after Connor was hired and before they were married, Barbara was one of those jackasses.  Despite being warned of treacherous road conditions, she ignored all of the warnings and found herself stranded in a snowbank.  She had no idea where she was, cell phone service was nonexistant, and her only saving grace was that she had proper winter clothing that kept her warm until a passing snow plow driver spotted her car.  Connor and his fellow workers had been combing the roads looking for her for hours because she was way overdue.  When the snow plow driver called in, Connor was there in minutes. 

She expected him to be all loving and glad to see her.  The latter was true, but loving – loving in a very tough way.  The minute he got her to his newly rented home, he took her over his knee and wore her out.  She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl and never expected to be spanked as a grown woman.  Little did she know then that Connor was a spanker and once they were married she was over his knee so often, in the beginning, she swore she didn’t sit comfortably the first three months they were married. 

It wasn’t something they discussed before marriage.  Sure he swatted her bottom a time or two, but that first spanking was the first clue she had about his proclivities.  Now there were all kinds of spankings; the fun kind, the discipline kind, the stress relief kind and sometimes when he determined it necessary, the maintenance kind.  She received a lot more of the maintenance kind in the winter.  Barbara Helmsley might be married to a born and bred Montana man but she was still a California girl and she didn’t like winter.  She didn’t like it even more when Connor had to go out into it which happened at the very least six months of the year.  She hated he had to go on search and rescue missions, and drive on treacherous roads in horrible weather conditions.  She worried more about that than him being shot in a bank robbery or some other criminal activity and she harangued him more about moving to warmer climes.  In truth, she didn’t think it would ever happen but she was ever hopeful.

Barbara went back to ignoring what was happening outside and continued baking her cookies. There was a cookie exchange at the school this week and if you brought two dozen cookies, you came home with two dozen cookies someone else had baked.  It was a big social event for Livingston, Montana.  It was also a chance to catch up on all the gossip – Lord knew that Connor never revealed a thing.

By the time Connor came home for dinner, the snow had accumulated with at least six inches on the ground and it was still coming down.

“I’m glad you’re home.  We can sit by the fire and have a nice quiet evening. If you treat me right, I’ll even let you eat some of the cookies I baked today,” Barbara told her husband.

“Treat you right, why honey, I always treat you right.” She laughed at him.

“Yeah, even when you’re wearing me out and bringing me to tears, right.”

“Right.”   She laughed again.

With dinner over and dishes done, she joined him in the family room.  She cuddled up on his lap and had just settled in when the phone rang.

“Don’t answer it.”

“Honey, if it’s work they are only going to call me on the radio. Might as well just pick up the landline.”

Sure enough, Barbara heard his end of the conversation.  Apparently, one of the other deputies had called in sick and Connor was called to fill in.

“Can’t they get someone else?”

“Honey, I was the last one on the list.  I’m going in, don’t make it any harder than it already is.”

Barbara knew she should just accept it but that was not her way.  She whined and carried on how much she hated his job, the weather, this place and anything else she could think of at the moment.

“Okay, Barb, I get it, it’s the same ole, same ole.  Now you’re going to get it.”  With that, he maneuvered her over the back of the sofa.  “This time though you’re getting the belt.”  She heard the belt swoosh out of his pants and felt the cool air on her bottom as he pushed down her jeans and panties.

She felt the first line of fire across the center of her buttocks.  It was like a swarm of bees attacked her all at once.  She hadn’t even processed this first lash before two and three followed suit.  Her toes were dancing across the floor when she felt his hand press down on her back.

“Stay still, or you’re going to get hit someplace other than your bum.”

“It hurts.”

“I hate being obvious, but it’s supposed to hurt.  It’s supposed to teach you a lesson that my job requires me to go out in any kind of weather. One you should know by now, after all, you are a teacher."

Lash four and five followed shortly thereafter.  They took away her breath which was a good thing because otherwise she might have said something to the effect that he should change jobs which would have earned her more than he planned.  Instead, she just accepted her punishment.  She heard him drop the belt and figured she had escaped.  But no, he removed her from the back of the couch, sat down on the couch and pulled her across his knee.  There he began to spank her with his bare hand.  He spanked up and down and across the welts raised by the belt until her whole ass was on fire. 

He finally stopped spanking, kissed her on the forehead and deposited her in front of the fireplace.  “Now you can enjoy the fire, both here and in your ass,” and he chuckled.

“You think that’s funny.”

“Yeah, I do.  Of course, you could always go outside and make snow angels.  I’d love to watch the steam rise up when your hot bottom touches that cold snow.”  He chuckled again.

“You’re such a meanie.  Go.  I hope you get cold and wet and miserable.”

“I won’t babe, I’m on the desk tonight.”

“You mean to tell me you knew that all along and still let me carry on.”

“Yup, and I enjoyed every minute of it.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and started to walk outside to cool down – both her temper and her ass.

“Are you sure you want to do that? There’s still time for some hot monkey sex before I have to go in.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” she replied.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.