The New Year's Eve Date

Guess What!!!  I messed up and this is Monday's story - a day early so please don't expect another new one tomorrow.  Sorry for the mix up.


Hope your Christmas was as special as you are and that Santa delivered whatever was on your list.  

Well, I did it.  I actually finished writing a New Year story for this week.  I'm still in California but I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.  I'll be back on Wednesday to wish all of you a Happy New Year, bet you can't wait.  :-)

Marilyn was getting ready for her date.  She had been dating Brandon since last summer and things were getting serious between them.  Actually, she was a little disappointed that he hadn’t given her a ring for Christmas.  Now she was hoping for New Year’s Eve.  He made dinner reservations at Capricio Grill and their NYE party.  Rather than worrying about too much to drink on a night the police are out in force, he booked a room for the night so they could party hearty and be safe. 

She had splurged and bought a completely new outfit and lingerie for the date.  Her black silk dress was understated elegance and designed by Marc Richmond.  Of course, she could never have afforded the dress brand new but the upscale resale boutique she found made it affordable.  It looked as if it were made especially for her -  the lines fit her figure perfectly .  Add to that the ‘fuck me’ sandals along with the sexy bra, undies, garter belt and hose and her NYE get up set her budget back to June.  Her thought was that it better be worth it.  She wanted to begin the new year with one of Brandon’s good girl spankings with his ring on her finger.

Brandon was a catch and she wanted him reeled in for good.  He was gorgeous and her heart palpitated just looking at him.  Six feet of toned muscles, wavy black hair, olive complexion and hooded steel grey eyes that melted any female within five feet of his presence.  She knew because it had taken her several dates before she even felt comfortable being with him; the stares and come on’s from other women made her a little uncomfortable.  Once, he finally convinced her that she was the one he wanted to be with things got easier.  Of course, he had to take her over his knee and soundly spank her bottom before she was convinced.  That spanking took their relationship to a whole new level.

She had never experienced that kind of intimacy before.  Sure, she had been with other men but when Brandon spanked her because she didn’t feel she was good enough for him, she realized he understood her in a whole new way.  It was when she started to fall in love with him – before that it was lust.

He was a throwback to an earlier time; he had old world manners in a modern new world.  So different from anyone else she had ever dated, she felt like a princess when she was with Brandon. He treated her well, opening car doors, pulling out chairs, standing when she entered a room, always make her feel special.  Perhaps it was his background, his parents had immigrated to this country when they were very young and raised their children with lots of love and respect for themselves and others. Rarely did an unkind word or foul language pass his lips – something she learned over his knee.  

Spanking was something he learned from his parents too. He and his siblings knew that their father spanked their mother – the one holdover from an earlier time that took her by surprise.  When they first started to get serious, Brandon laid down the ground rules as to what he expected from her if she was going to be with him. 

Marilyn and Brandon engaged in lots of erotic spanking in their lovemaking.  She loved being taken over his knee. He would beckon her to him, crooking his finger and motioning her to his lap.  His voice took on a certain timbre when he called her name and her knees would turn to jelly.  He was such a sensual man.  He would scoop her onto his lap and start by caressing her back and bottom. Soft feathery touches along her neck and her breasts as his hot breath whispered into her ear telling her what he planned for her.   Those words always sent shivers to her core, knowing that mixture of pleasure and pain as his hand spanked her cheeks to a rosy red glow. He would alter the cadence of the spanks between soft and hard, right to left, or concentrate on one cheek, and then the other and her body would rise to meet that punishing hand.  Loving the heat he created in her tush and her core, she would be writhing on his lap, her body begging for release, but he still continued to torture her.  Those long tapered fingers teased her sex, dipping them into her folds, and then into her tight little rosebud, bringing her to the brink and then retreating to return to spanking her bottom.  More often than not, her first orgasm occurred while she was still across his lap.  His rock hard erection would grow as he pleasured her and with each little moan she uttered, his cock twitched. When he finally took her he would call out her name as he spilled his seed; and she liked knowing she made him as crazy as he made her.

However, when he spanked her for correction, it was an entirely different story.  His hand hardened and the spanks came fast and furious with no breaks, no rubbing, so soft words; just a constant barrage of spanks that would take her breath away – no pleasure, just pain. Afterward, as she stood in the corner, with her red cheeks glowing and bared to him, he would tell her to think about why she earned her chastisement and make her ask for forgiveness.  If she refused, which she had done a time or two in the beginning of their relationship, back over his knee she would go for another round of spanking and then back to the corner until she asked for forgiveness.

She was ready when the doorbell rang.  Opening the door, she stood back so he could see her dress.

“Wow, you look fabulous.  Are you sure you want to go out with me?”

“You know you are the only man for me.”

“Can I reach in and kiss you without mussing you up,”

She giggled.  “You better.”

She grabbed her coat and he helped her into it, picked up her overnight bag, and ushered her out the door. 

 “You do look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.  I wanted tonight to be special.”

“When I’m with you, it is always special,” he told her.

They checked into the hotel and went into dinner.  The ambiance was romantic and the food wonderful.  She was too excited to eat though.  Every time he made a move, she wondered if this was when he was going to ask that all important question.  By the time dinner was over and he hadn’t asked, she found herself getting a little irritated.

“Would you like to go up to the room for a bit before we head to the party?”

She nodded yes and he walked her toward the elevator. As he placed his hand on her back, she felt the heat of it and she detected a slight tremble.  Maybe he’s going to ask me in our room, she thought to herself.  

He didn’t and she was disappointed and felt that irritation creeping back in. It was her own expectations that had her thinking he was going to pop the question.  He hadn’t given her any clues but she was ready and would be sorely disappointed if it didn’t happen tonight.

The party was a mob scene filled with revelers eagerly waiting for the clock to strike twelve.  The band was loud and dancing turned into a contact sport.  As the minutes inched toward midnight she felt her temperature rise and her patience begin to ebb. She was angry at herself because there was no way he could possibly propose in this raucous setting and tried getting herself in check.  As midnight struck, they kissed and he whispered that he loved her and was so glad she was in his life.  Her expectations rose again – this had to be the lead in to his proposal.

Shortly after midnight, he suggested they call it a night. Marilyn was more than ready, this had to be it, she thought to herself.  He held her close and she cuddled into him as the elevator delivered them to their floor.  In the room, he removed his jacket, loosened his tie, rolled up his shirt sleeves and called her to him.  He slipped down the shoulder straps and unzipped the dress, sliding it down her torso.  It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it.  Standing there, in her sexy lingerie, he asked her to turn around – so he could see all of her.  As she turned back into his arms, his hand undid her bra and unleashed her breasts, her kissed each one and then undid her garter belt and thumbed her panties down.  He pushed her into the chair, pulled off her panties, removed her shoes and slowly rolled down each stocking.  She was trembling as he carried her over to the bed and lay her down.  He removed his clothes, sat down and pulled her over his lap and their ritual began. She was purring when it was over.

“Happy New Year, Sweetie.  May it be the first of many.”  He walked over to his jacket and pulled out a box and handed it to her.  It was too big for a ring box and the disappointment must have shown on her face. She kept staring at the box

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” he said to her

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She kept staring at it and finally began removing the ribbon.  She carefully removed the paper and opened the lid.  Inside was an envelope.  She opened the envelope and found this note.

“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife to have, to hold and to spank for the rest of our lives? “  Brandon watched her eyes go wide in surprise before a tear gathered in the corner threatening to spill over.  “I take it the answer is yes.”

“You’re damn right the answer is yes and it’s about time.”                                                        

“Watch your language now, you know how I feel about cursing and remember to what you just agreed.”  He laughed and gave her bottom a sharp spank.

She yelled “Ouch.  I love you and I accept your proposal.  Do I get a ring?” He laughed again.

“You are such a brat.”  He opened his other hand, and there sitting in the palm of his hand was a sparkling solitare diamond. “Maybe I should withhold this until I get the proper respect.”

“Just try” and she put out her left hand, palm down and offered her finger.  He put the ring on her finger, kissed that sassy mouth and cupped those rosy red cheeks. She squealed her delight.

“Happy New Year”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.