The Conclusion of Family Secrets

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I'm visiting over at Cara Bristol's today - She is graciously featuring Finding Love at the Trail's End on her blog.  Please stop by and take a peek.

I'm back home but just barely and it's great. Needless to say, Ray doesn't want to share me just yet, so I'll be back later in the week. This is what greeted me as I walked in the door. I think he missed me as much as I missed him.

Okay, now for the final chapter of this story.  Click here to read from the beginning.

Angela found herself spending entirely too much time getting ready for her date with Micah.  After all, he was a pain in the ass, and it really isn’t a date  Hmmppff!! Pain in my ass, yes that he was.  A very sexy pain in  my ass and she couldn’t deny the experience of a certain pleasure from that spanking.  ‘Okay, okay.  If I’m honest with myself, I loved it even though I couldn’t possibly let him know that.’  That little voice in her head always sounded like Aunt Rose, why was that? After reading about their marriage, I am a little more enlightened and less adverse to a little spanky fun. 

Simply thinking about this brought about a gush of wetness and a change of undies was  needed.  She chose a very sexy pair and stepping into them wondered if it was because she might allow Micah to get a glimpse of them this evening. “Stop it,” she said to herself, “ this is getting entirely out of hand.”

The knock on the door came before she was ready.  She was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup when he rapped on the door and called out her name.

“I’ll be right with you Micah.  Why not go sit out on the back deck.” 

When she walked out onto the deck, he whistled.

“You do know this isn’t a fancy place.”

“Wow, do you work at trying to annoy me?  This is a sundress and sandals, not a fancy ball dress.”

“I’m sorry.  You look lovely, bright as a summer day.  And no, I do not work at trying to annoy you, although I seem to have that knack.”

“Thank you.  Would you like a glass of wine before we take off?”

“Sure, why not.”  Angela went in to get the wine and two glasses.  She handed the corkscrew to him.  He looked at the vintage and noted she had good taste.

“Two compliments in a row. I’m flattered.”  He chuckled.  He poured the wine, and they toasted another beautiful day in paradise.  Conversation flowed between them without a  barb and Angela found herself enjoying his company.  Once the sun started getting close to the water, he suggested they head off to Smalley’s.

He helped Angela bring the remaining wine and glasses inside.  She grabbed a light shawl, and he helped her get it around her shoulders.  His touch flamed her skin and when he placed a guiding hand on her back, her body trembled. He smiled inwardly.  They walked down to Smalley’s and received quite a few looks and greetings from others.  He placed his hand on her back again as they walked into Smalley’s. 

“Buck up now girl and take all the ribbing in stride.”  He told her.  She smiled at him and decided she would give as good as she would get.

Catcalls and whistles greeted them.  He guided her to the bar while they waited for a table and the band began playing the theme from Rocky.  Micah squeezed her hand, “easy now, girl.”  Contrary to what Micah expected, Angela laughed and took a bow.  The gesture broke the ice and applause broke out.  She passed inspection and Micah was actually proud of her.  He began introducing her to the regulars and soon they were all mingling together and laughing away.  They sang karaoke and Angela participated in one of the local drinking customs.  Several times,  they were having so much fun, Angela suggested to the hostess they give away their dinin table.

Micah began to notice that Angela was tipsy and suggested they have dinner. 

“I’m not hungry. I’m having such a good time.”

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Angela, it’s time for food.”

“You don’t know me well enough to know whether or not I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Well, I’m hungry then and I don't want to argue.  Let’s have dinner.”

He gently took her elbow and started to steer her toward the waiting table.  She jerked her arm out of his and headed back toward the bar.

“No,” she exclaimed.  Another man, unknown to Micah, took hold of her and Angela. Micah stepped in.

“Look, gent, she doesn’t want to be with you, now bugger off,” the man said to Micah

“I will not bugger off.  The lady came with me, and she’ll stay with me. Angela, let’s go have dinner.”  She pouted but allowed Micah to guide her toward the table.  They hadn’t gone two steps when the stranger tapped Micah on the shoulder and when he turned, the stranger punched him.  Micah was stunned, but reflexes took over, and he returned the punch.  The fellow staggered backward and was grabbed by two of the usual patrons and escorted out the door and was warned to stay out lest they call the constable.

“I’d like to go home now Angela, do you mind?”

“Without dinner,” she, exclaimed.

“Yes, without dinner, my head hurts.”

Angela felt bad and could see his eye already starting to swell.  She asked the bartender for a bag of ice and a rag and handed it to Micah to apply to his swollen eye.  She threaded her arm through his and walked out the door to the sound of a clapping audience and the band once again playing the theme from Rocky. Both of them laughed.

When they arrived at the cottage, she directed him toward the couch and went to the kitchen to get water and aspirins for them both.  She handed him the glass and the aspirins and offered an apology.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize it would cause such a commotion.”

“Believe me, neither did I or I would have gotten you out of there a lot sooner.”

“I wasn’t that tipsy, and I was having a good time.”

“I know that, but you were that tipsy, regardless of what you say.”

“Let’s agree to disagree,” she told him.

“Okay, but you really deserve a spanking for getting me this black eye.”

“Why, I didn’t punch you.”

“No, but if you had been a good girl and obeyed me when we went to the table, nothing would have happened.”

Angela had to admit he was right and truthfully the thought of another spanking intrigued her.  She wondered if it would have the same effect as earlier. 

“You know,” she told him, “I found some letters that Uncle Rory sent to Aunt Rose. I shouldn’t have read them, but I’m glad I did.  They chronicled their relationship from beginning to end.  I probably shouldn’t be sharing this, but somehow I don’t think Aunt Rose would mind.  I learned that Uncle Rory spanked her once in a while and that she not only didn’t mind but would provoke him from time to time to get what she wanted.”

The cutest grin appeared on his face, and he said he wasn’t at all surprised because it was the island way.

“Do you mean to tell me, Micah Jamison, that all island men spank their women?”

“The ones who want well behaved women.”  He chuckled then added, “I believe most of them, yes. I know my parents indulge. You know, they can be fun.”

“I’d have to be shown before I believed that. I didn’t think the spanking I got the other day was so much fun.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.  Lying is another reason to spank.”

Their conversation was beginning to take a heavy toll on Angela's panties.  Not only were they soaked, she feared her excitement would soon be spilling over and running down her thighs. ‘ Who knew talk of a spanking could affect her this way?  She was way more sensual than she ever imagined.  If this was her reaction to just words, fancy what the reality was like.’

“I think it’s time we ended this conversation and called it a night.  We can take it up again tomorrow,” she told him.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck,” he said and turned to leave.  “On the morrow.”

Angela watched him walk down the path along the water.  She found herself wanting more of Micah Jamison, much more.  She liked his boyish looks, his scent always fresh with the hint of spice, his mannerisms and way of speaking – it all seemed so romantic – like a page out of a romantic novel. Speaking of romantic novels, she hadn’t written a word since she came to the island, maybe she should start writing some of this down.

It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that Angela finally went to bed.  She was awakened by a chipper voice yelling out. 

“Hello in the house.” 

Groggily she rose from the bed and saw Micah standing on her deck.  He was dressed in white duck pants and blue and white striped shirt.  He had on sunglasses, no doubt to cover his black eye, and a jaunty sailor’s cap on his head, holding a basket.  ‘I have to remember to write this down,’ she thought to herself as she swung open the door.

“Are we going sailing today?” she asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you look like a Ralph Lauen ad.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It doesn’t matter.  How’s the eye this morning?”

“Several different colors.”  He removed the sunglasses, and she saw what he meant.

“I apologize again.”

“And again, I still owe you a spanking.”

“Okay, okay.  Let’s get this over with so we can move on.  What happens next?” she said to him.

“Seriously? “I think not.  I decide when and if it happens, not you.”

“Excuse me, I didn’t know the protocol. I'll make a note in my book of manners."

“You are a little brat, you know that.  But because you're an American brat, you’re excused.  So I brought breakfast – some cinnamon rolls from Mirabelle.  Since you never did have dinner last night, I thought you might be hungry.”

“You’re right about that.  How about if I make some bacon and eggs to go with those cinnamon rolls, which smell delicious, by the way.”

“You cook, I’ll clean.”

“How can I pass off an offer like that.  I’ll put on the coffee.”

 Angela started the coffee and then bent down to get a pan from the lower cupboard.  Her short robe rode up giving him a peek of her delectable bottom.  Those pink cheeks practically winked at him, and he felt a hitch in his trousers. 

Once the coffee was on and the bacon in the pan, Angela went to shower.

“I’ll be quick,” she said and disappeared into the bedroom.  Micah could hear her turn on the shower.”

“You need someone to wash your back.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Is there anyone else here?”

“Sure, if it’s part of the protocol.”

“Will you forget about the damn protocol.  Can you ever give a straight answer?”  He actually sounded peevish.

“Yes, I can and yes you can wash my back and any other parts that might need cleaning.”

He laughed.  While he was disrobing he ogled her silhouette through the shower curtain.  His penis reacted accordingly so by the time he stepped into the shower, he was at full throttle.

Micah lathered his hands and began washing Angela from tip to toe, spending extra time on her breasts and then turning her around to concentrate on her back side.  He loved her ass, it was soft and rounded to perfection, with two dimples above each cheek.  The hot water provided a pinkish hue, and he thought about how much he wanted to redden those cheeks even more.

Common sense left him, he turned off the water and carried Angela over to the bed, leaving wet footprints and water droplets along the way.  He sat down on the bed and took her across his lap.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Micah?”

“I’ve just decided it’s time.”  A firm slap on Angela’s fanny echoed throughout the room.

“Oh,” was Angela’s soft response.

“Any objections?”

“None.”  After that, the slaps continued until Angela began to squirm.  In between sharp spanks, he rubbed circles on her cheeks until she relaxed and then he spanked again.  Angela’s moans were not of pain but of pleasure as he found her folds and fingered her hard nub until she was squirming and squealing with delight.  Slapping her bottom sharply, he rolled her off his lap and spanked her pulsating pussy.  She began convulsing and begging him for release. 

“When I say so,” he told her.  His hand kneaded her reddened backside and then inserted a finger into her tiny puckered hole.  Angela fought him and received a sharp pussy slap for her efforts. He worked that finger in and out of her dark rosette while he inched further down the bed.  His tongue rasped across her womanhood. Angela continued to beg for release and Micah finally relented.  Her spasms came in waves and seemed to go on and on.  When she came back down to earth, Micah rose from the bed, slapped her on the ass and asked when she planned on serving him breakfast.

After that morning, Angela had a better understanding of the kind of relationship Aunt Rose and Uncle Rory shared.  She wanted the same for herself and hoped that Micah thought so too. Thank you Aunt Rose for everything.

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

Hello - I know it's late but....



I meant to get this up earlier but had not internet today, Wouldn't you just know?  Anyway, Renee Rose is hosting me over on her blog today and if it's not too late, please jump over and say hi.

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SNOWY Family Secrets

Hello everyone.  SNOW, SN0W and more SNOW. Anyone that's been here before knows how much I dislike the snow and cold.  Well, if I ever needed a reason to remember why I don't live in Colorado anymore, this weekend refreshed my memory.  After almost two weeks of beautiful weather, the rain came followed by snow. It snowed all day Saturday and it's noon on Sunday and the darn white stuff is still coming down.  Granted, it's not as bad as it could be because it compacts down, but still.  If you've never lived in this type of climate you find it hard to believe that melting is going on when the thermometer says it's below freezing.  It took me quite a while to get that and it still surprises me to go out and hear the melting snow dripping down the drainpipe and running down the street while it is still snowing and you're freezing your fanny off.

The flowering trees and gardens won't be so pretty after this.  Such a shame. The good news is that next week this time I will be home.  HOME, never sounded so good.  Ray will be happy too, I think he might miss me.  :-) I know I sure miss him. The patient is doing fine and I think she too will be ready to get back to her real life.

Here's Part IV of the Family Secrets. If you want to read from the beginning, click here.  I never intended it to be this long, but..

Damn it, she mumbled under her breath.  I didn’t plan on having to face that SOB quite so soon.

The van stopped and the driver got out and assisted Micah in loading the two bicycles.  Micah stepped into the van.  With a brief nod of his head to Angela, he settled in. Two seconds later he began his lecture.

“That had to be the most assinine thing I’ve ever experienced.  You huff off in the middle of nowhere, in the blazing sun and heat of the day, without water, sunscreen or head covering.  Don’t you have any common sense at all?”

Instead of feeling chagrined at the lecture, it only raised her ire.

“I have plenty of common sense.  I’ve never been treated like that in my life and I didn’t want to subject myself to any more of your autocratic behavior.”

“Autocratic behavior, I think not.  You kicked me in the shins, I merely gave you what you deserved.  Frankly, I don’t think I went far enough and the fact that you’ve never been teated like that in your life means you are sorely lacking.  I think you need to be spanked again and often.”

Farley, the driver, couldn’t help but hear their raised voices and at that last comment from Micah, he wasn’t able to pretend any longer and laughed out loud.

“How rude of you to listen to our conversation and have the audacity to laugh at my predicament,” Angela said to Farley.

“I’m sorry miss, but you are speaking loudly and I can’t help but hear.”

Micah intervened.  “Along with no common sense, you also have no manners.  I repeat my statement, you should be spanked and often.  Didn’t your daddy ever take you over his knee?”

“For your information, Mr. Micah Jamison, I never knew my daddy.  From what I’ve recently learned, I’m better off for not knowing the man.”

“Well, that explains why you are the way you are.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I should think it would be obvious.  You don’t like or trust men?”

Micah’s comment stopped Angela in her tracks.  It hit home, she realized she didn’t trust men.  Not that she knew that many, but those she had come in contact with always seemed to have an agenda.  Was it her character flaw or theirs? 

The rest of the ride back to the cottage was silent.  No one had anything else to say. The van dropped her off at the cottage and she merely stepped out and said thank you. 

Farley merely nodded, but Micah couldn’t let things alone.  “Are you thanking me for the outing, the spanking or the fact that you learned something you never knew about yourself?”

She gave him what she considered was her most odious look and walked into her cottage to the sound of his laughter.  She closed the door and leaned against it not knowing whether to laugh or cry.  Aunt Rose, did you know what you were getting me into by sending me here? Just then she heard her phone ring and it was the ring assigned to her Aunt Rose.  No one else had that ring and the hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. She could swear she heard her Aunt’s laughter.

Farley dropped off Micah at his place and help him unload the bikes.

“Quite a girl, that Ms. Angela,” Farley remarked.

“Umm, if you say so,” Micah responded.  He thought the same thing but he wasn’t about to let his feelings be known to Farley.  As it was, today’s story would be fodder around the island in minutes.  Somehow he was going to have to let Angela know she would be the topic of conversation until the next bit of gossip came along. 

He wasn’t sure how to was going to handle the situation.  She brought up feelings in him he hadn’t experienced before.  She was pretty, but not beautiful, yet he had never been so painfully aware of a woman.  It was exasperating.  She had the look of a woman whose sexual appetites had not been awakened, yet a woman who could become that infuriated that quickly must possess a great deal of passion.  He was in uncharted territory. Women offered themselves to him.  There was no effort required on his part.  Angela’s cool reserve was a challenge and one he wanted to conquer.

That was part of the appeal, her lack of interest in him as a man, her self possesion.  She did not defer to him nor did she signal in any way that she might be open.  She intrigued him and he wanted to know why they were necessary, what lay behind those defences. She was the most infuriating woman he had ever met.  He’d like to spank her senseless.  

He’d also like to make love to her until she begged for mercy.  She was a definite conundrum.

He took a cold shower and biked down to the wharf.  At Smalley’s he was greeted with catcalls and whistles from some of his friends.  Obviously, Farley had already spread the word about his jaunt with Angela.  After a few good laughs and backslaps, the uproar died down and he was able to almost forget about Angela and the outing from hell and enjoy himself.

Feeling no pain, he left  Smalley’s and biked home.  As he passed Angela’s cottage he noticed the lights.  Hell, I’m going to have to deal with her sooner or later, might as well get it over with.  Who knows she might even have a sense of humor and laugh about the whole thing.

He knocked on the door and when she didn’t respond he walked around back and found her sitting on the deck.

“Greetings,” he called out.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Yes, I was coming back from an evening at Smalley’s and I saw your lights.  I think we have to talk.”

“Why would I want to talk to you?”

“Well, Farley is not the most circumspect man on the island.  The tale of today’s excursion has been told and retold and it has now taken on a life of its own.  I didn’t want you to go into town unawares.”

“and I don’t suppose you downplayed any of it.”

“It’s best to just let it play out.  I suggest we go into town together tomorrow.  We can face things head on.”

“Maybe I should just leave.  I can sell the cottage and never come back.”

“Yes, by all means take the cowards way out. That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?”  Micah replied

“Typical male reply.”

“Let’s not turn this into another test of wills.  I merely suggested it might be better for you if we faced this together.”

“All right.”

“Okay, we’ll go in early, cruise the shops and then have dinner at the Wharf.  Sound good to you?  May I suggest you bring your sense of humor and let some of those walls you’ve built around yourself tumble down a little.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of being God, I should think it would be exhausting.”

“I think I better go now or I’m liable to finish off what I started this afternoon.”

“I don’t believe you.  What you started?”

“Yes, after I warmed your bottom I had the greatest desire to take you in my arms and kiss you senseless.  I think along with spanking you need kissing too.  I also think you enjoyed it more than you let on, but we’ll leave that topic for another day.  Goodnight, Angela.

When he left Angela couldn’t believe what had transpired.  She had agreed to go out with the insufferable man on the morrow.  What’s wrong with me?  Suddenly the smell of roses filled the air.  Damn you Aunt Rose.



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A TALE OF TWO DAYS

 WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES - OKAY, IN THIS CASE, TWO DAYS

The flowers blooming

Unfortunately, this too is Springtime in the Rockies

The blossoms all covered in snow

Be sure to stop by tomorrow for the latest chapter in Family Secrets.  Until then, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Waiting

Good Morning All

I'm at the end of my second week here in Colorado.  The time has gone both slow and fast.  I'm missing Ray and I can tell by his voice he is missing me.  He has the harder part because he's alone.

My friend is doing very well, she had her week out doctors visit yesterday and he was pleased with her progress.  She can see out of her left eye and is starting to make out letters and such - a great success.

I have put somewhat of a dent in my reading list, but unfortunately, I keep adding so I'm not sure my Kindle knows the difference.  I haven't done much writing, I can't seem to harness my thoughts enough to get them to the keyboard.  Speaking of writing, the sale of my latest, Finding Love at the Trail's End, is slow going. I wasn't able to publicize much so can I ask you a favor?  If you've read the book, would you please post a review, only if it's wonderful, of course. No. I'm kidding, be honest as I hope you will always be with me. The reviews are so important, they drive Amazon ratings and, of course, sales.

The weather thus far has been perfect. Yesterday, I actually sat outside and refreshed my faded out Arizona tan.  Today we're waiting for rain and tomorrow snow.  Such is life in Colorado.  I've been trying to get a good pic of the snow covered Rockies, but I'm always driving when the perfect picture presents itself.  I think I'll have a good chance to get even more snow covered pics within a day or so and I'll share.

Until then, here are pics I took on my walk the other day. Notice Mr. and Mrs. Mallard in the pic on the right. Soon little quackers will be trailing behind /


Cara Bristol is visiting today over at my author's site.  Her new book is a peek into life way back in the mid 20th century.  Sounds ancient, doesn't it but I'm talking about the 50's and 60's.  Please stop
by and say hello.

Until later, that's all the Aimless Ramblings I have for now.  Have a good weekend.

Family Secrets

Happy Monday - My friends surgery went very well and she is recuperating nicely.  The best part is we haven't killed one another yet and are still able to have a laugh or two.  I'm not sure I've mentioned it but we have been friends over fifty years which I consider an incredible feat.

The weather has been cooperating nicely, we've even had several days in the high 70's. Thank you all for those good wishes and prayers - they're working.

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Family Secrets - Part Three

By the time they reached Tahiti Beach, Angela was more than ready for a break. There was a beach in her backyard; why did they have to travel so far to just another beach, her butt was sore and her calves tighter than a drum.  Long bike rides weren't something she did every day and it showed.  Micah pedaled along as if it was nothing – he wasn’t even breathing hard. She let Micah haul are the necessaries to where he wanted to have the picnic.  The beach was beautiful – a long stretch of white sand, palms here and there and the sound of the waves lapping up on shore.  It was surprisingly sans people and only occasionally did she hear a bird singing its song and the distant sound of a boat engine. 

Angela collapsed on the blanket Micah had laid down and accepted a cold bottle of beer. He removed his shirt exposing a tanned, muscled chest that narrowed to a slim waist and flat belly.  She watched his tight ass and corded thighs as he ran to the water. 

“Coming” he yelled back at her before diving into the water. There was no way she could have reacted quickly enough to join him. He swam out to the bouy and back.  He looked like a sea god coming out of the water with the sea water droplets sparkling in his hair and on his bronzed chest. “Lordy, he was gorgeous and that accent,” she realized she was in deep trouble and deep lust.

He toweled off and dropped down on the blanket beside her. 

“Shall we have lunch now?” he asked

“Yes, that bike ride really worked up my appetite.  I can’t wait to see what Mirabelle fixed for us.”

When she didn’t move, he said, “I thought you were hungry.  Why aren’t you unloading the picnic basket?”

“It isn’t my basket or my place.”

“What place is that?” His lips curved into a slight smile.

“I’m your guest and as such I thought that with your proper upbringing you would naturally take the lead.”

“You American girls can really be snarly while all the while pretending you’re just peaches and cream, can’t you?”

“I don’t know what your experience with American girls has been, but my Aunt Rose raised me to be mannerly and that’s what I was being.  If you want me to unload the picnic basket, come right out and ask.  There is no need to pussyfoot around.”

He threw back his head and his laugh roared so loud that ithis loud startled the birds out of the palmetto palm and they took off squaking at the disturbance.  He went over to the picnic basket and began unloading the contents.

“I’m doing this, you can do the clean up.”

“What is it with you Micah Jamison, you just issue orders and expect everyone to jump at your command, even American girls?”

“That’s ususally the case, yes.”

“Then your education is sorely lacking, at least in my case.” He laughed again, not quite as loud this time.

“Let’s change the subject, shall we? So what do you think of our little slice of paradise?”

“What I’ve seen is absolutely lovely.  I can understand why Aunt Rose and Uncle Rory fell in love with the island.”  The last interchange restored her ability to be polite – the barbs, the claws retracted, for the moment.  She found she enjoyed being with him, he could be quite charming at times and a definite looker.

Angela wondered about Micah.  He had to be about thirty-five or more and she thought he had wounded look about him that made her think that life was not always as easy as he made it out to be. She looked out at the calm water in front of her and reflected on her own situation.  It wasn’t always as happy as she made it out to be either.  Living the way they did, she had no close friends her own age. In a way, she too was wounded.  She had a lot to think about here on the island.  Whether or not to acknowledge her new found family, whether they would accept her as part of that family or whether she should forget and move forward from here.  All ponderous decisions.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Micah said.

“I think they may be worth more than that, to me they seem monumental.”

“Life is what you make it, Angela.  You can make it easy or you can make it hard.”

“Are we back to the snarky Micah Jamison.”  He laughed that laugh that came from his toes and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, no more deep thoughts.  Let’s get this show on the road before I decided to forego the bike altogether and call a taxi. Especially, since you put me charge of clean-up.”

“You know, I do believe you have no idea what it is to work hard.  I think it would do you some good.  While I’m at it,  I’d like to educate you on our ways.”

“For your information, Micah Jamison, I do know what it is to work hard.  I may not be used to physical labor, but mental labor is as difficult.  I’ll have you know, I’m a successful author and have been for the last fifteen years.  Now stick that in your pipe and smoke it.”

“Claws out again, I see.  You can hardly call working at a keyboard, hard work.”

His last statement really riled her.  She dropped the picnic basket and it crashed to the beach, contents spilled everywhere. 

“Now look what you did,” he scolded. 

“Look what I’m doing now” and she hauled off and gave him a good kick in the shins.  “I’m calling a cab.  You deal with this mess.”

He reached out and grabbed for her, catching the back of her shirt.  “I don’t think so Ms. Duncan.  You have this coming.”  He pulled her against his hip.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, let me go.”  She yelled at him and fighting him with all her might.

“Not until I teach you some manners.  I really wish I had a switch or something else beside my hand.  I fear this won’t be nearly enough of a lesson.”

He smacked her bottom over and over again. She was howling and kicking as hard as she could.  It didn’t deter him one bit, he only smacked harder.  When he took a break from punishing her backside, he switched to her sit spots. She was no longer kicking and the howls had subsided to a soft mewling sound. Micah felt the heat coming off her bottom and felt she had enough.  He stopped spanking and righted her.  He tried putting his arms around her but she pushed against him.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you big brute.  I’m going to report you to the constable.”

“You go right ahead, Ms. Duncan.  He’s my uncle and he’s heard it all before.”

“Oohhh,” she exclaimed and hurried off.  She walked passed the bikes and on to the road. She couldn’t imagine sitting on that damn little bike seat – her ass was on fire and throbbing like hell. If she had to,she’d thumb a ride back to the cottage. After all, it was a small island,  it shouldn’t be a problem.  ‘Let that jerk worry about how he was going to handle two bikes.’

She stood on the road and looked back.  Micah was bending over cleaning up the contents of the basket.  His ass was a glorious site and if hers wasn’t so damn sore from the spanking he just delivered, she might have helped him and who knows what might have come from that.  She began walking and within a few minutes, was sorry she had stalked off.  She was hot and sweaty and in her haste to leave him behind, didn’t even grab her bottle of water.  Not a single car had yet to come by and she was beginning to dispair her hasty retreat. 

She stopped in the shade of a palmetto to wipe her brow when she heard a vehicle and spotted a van coming down the road.  ‘Damn, it’s going the wrong way.’  As it came closer, it slowed and then pulled to the side of the road and stopped.

“Do you want a ride, Ms. Duncan?”  She recognized the driver.

“Oh yes, I didn’t realize it would be so hot.” She stepped into the van and plopped down on the seat wincing at the contact. Although the van wasn’t air conditioned, the breeze coming through the windows felt heavenly.  She closed her eyes for a moment and relaxed until she realized the van was driving toward the area she had just left.

“Where are you going?  Home is that way,” as she pointed behind her.

“Yes, but I’m picking up Micah first.  He called and asked if I’d come give him a hand.

For some reason,  he ended up out here with two bikes.”  He actually chuckled. 

See you later for more Family Secrets and Aimless Ramblings.

FamilySecrets - Part Two

I'm in Colorado, and I know it's spring, but Colorado weather doesn't always adhere to what it says on the calendar.  April is Colorado's second snowiest month, don't believe me, look it up. When we lived there, I always told people we were much more likely to have a white Easter than a white Christmas.  Anyway, I have my fingers crossed.

Here the second part of Family Secrets.  The first part is here.  

She woke to the smell of something delicious.  Wandering into the kitchen, she was alarmed to see a short woman standing over the stove stirring a pot of something. Angela was about to call for help; the woman introduced herself. 

“I’m Mirabelle.  Mr. Jameson sent me over.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mirabelle.  I didn’t expect anyone, especially anyone to cook for me. I’ll have to thank Micah.  What are you making.”

“Conch chowder, it’s an island specialty.  There is fresh baked bread and butter, too.  Mr. Jameson thought you might be hungry after the long day of traveling.  It’s almost ready if you want to eat now.  If not, I’ll just leave it for you when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, Mirabelle.  I think I’d like to take a shower now and eat later.  Will I see you again?”

“Probably, I work for Mr. Jameson at his place and other places as he requires.”

“I see.  Well, thank you again and nice meeting you.”

Angela went off to take a shower.  She loved hot showers, the hotter, the better.  After depleting the hot water supply, she stepped out into a steam-filled bathroom and realized she’d left her robe in the bedroom. 

“OOO,” she yelled when she saw Micah standing in the bedroom.  His eyes were taking full advantage of the view of her standing there naked. She quickly retreated to the bathroom to grab a towel to cover her nudity.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m so sorry.  I didn’t expect you to pop out.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“I was making sure the French door’s worked correctly.  They’ve only recently been replaced.”

“Didn’t you hear the shower?”

He turned crimson, and she knew she had him.  “So you thought maybe you’d catch a glimpse of the American girl,” she teased.

Angela watched him bristle at her comment and couldn’t help but poke the bear.  “Well, did you like what you saw?”

He didn’t reply but Angela didn’t let it rest.  “I asked a question, it’s rude not to answer. Did you like what you saw?”

“Everything seemed to be in all the right places,” he replied.  She saw him smirk before he turned and left the room.

When she dressed and came out, she saw him sitting in a lounge on the deck and yelled to him from the kitchen.  “Micah, I’m going to sample some of that delicious smelling chowder Mirabelle left, would you like to join me?”

“That depends.  Are you decent and are you going to be making any more cheeky comments.” He came into the kitchen.

“I’m always decent, Aunt Rose made sure I was raised that way and as for cheeky, whatever do you mean?”

“That, my dear is a cheeky comment.  You damn well know what it means.”

“Language, Mr. Jamison, language, don’t offend my sensibilities. I have delicate ears.”

“Delicate, huh.  I think not.”

“Are you suggesting I may not be telling the truth? What must you think of me?”

“I think the American girl needs to be taught some manners.”

“Really, and just what did you have in mind, charm school?”

“Not at all, I had more of a good hard spanking in mind. Maybe if your arse cheeks were smarting, you wouldn’t be so cheeky.”  It was Angela’s turn to turn crimson.

“Yes, that’s the color I had in mind,” he told her.

She began opening cupboards looking for soup bowls.  The next thing she knew he was behind her opening the cabinet and handing her the bowls.  His hot breath on her neck didn’t do anything to tamp down the heat remaining from their last conversation.”

“Micah, thanks for Mirabelle, that was sweet.  She said she worked for you at your place and at your request.”

“That she does,?”

“That’s it; you’re not saying anything more?”

“What more do you want to know.”

“A little bit about you and this place.”

“My ancestors settled on this island back in the late 1700’s.  They were British loyalists who escaped from South Carolina during the American Revolution.  We’ve been here ever since. I was educated in London but returned home for a family emergency and never went back.  I love the island life, and I’m able to work from anywhere.”

“I didn’t even know about this place until recently. I know you’re not old enough to have known my Uncle Rory, but did you know my Aunt Rose?”

“No, I didn’t know your uncle, but my father did. He actually sold this property to him. Once, my family owned a good deal of this island.  Your Aunt Rose only visited very few times and always short visits.  I talked with her by phone quite often though about this cottage.  She always wanted to be kept abreast of any repairs needed, etc.”

“Interesting.  Would you take me on a tour?”

“If you behave?”

“And if I don’t?”

“I think you know the answer to that.  I’ve given you fair warning, and we operate under different laws than in the US, so beware.”

She chuckled and knew she was going to test the waters, after all, she was her aunt’s protegee, so to speak.

Their conversations continued in the same vein throughout the rest of the afternoon.  Angela loved listening to Micah. The sound of his voice lulled her into a faraway place.

“Are you listening to me, Angela?”

“Of course, I am.”

“What did I just say?”

“You were explaining about what’s available on the island.”  The truth was she’d only processed about a third of what he said – the rest was lost to her.

“Very well then.  I’ll leave you and will see you tomorrow.”

He left and Angela had no idea what he meant about seeing her tomorrow.  Angela spent the rest of the night unpacking and exploring the cottage’s contents.  She came across a bundle of letters, tied with a pink ribbon, all addressed to “My Darling Rose”.  Thinking  she shouldn’t read the letters didn’t stop her; she couldn’t help herself.  These had to be love letters from Rory and although she felt as if she was a voyeur, she untied the ribbon.  The first letter was dated before Rose and Rory were married.  Uncle Rory’s prose was flowery and he obviously had taken snippets of different poet’s and incorporated them into his letter.  She smiled at his attempt at romanticisim and winning over Aunt Rose.

The letters chronicled their relationship as it progressed from their first date through their engagement, marriage and finally the last letter which was dated the week before he died.  Although she shouldn’t have been surprised knowing her aunt, she learned there were times that Uncle Rory reined in his exhuberant mate and that, based on reading between the lines of his letters, Aunt Rose loved her every bit of his dominance and that at times deliberatly provoked her husband to get the attention she desired. Many of the letters included threats of severe chastisements over his knee while the others were regrets that he had to be so harsh as to use his belt to get his point across.  One letter described how much his heart hurt as he watched her gather switches from the willow tree in the back of the cottage.  “I know I have to endure bruising your flesh, but my heart will bear the marks as well, my darling Rose.  You leave me no choice.  Your well-being means too much to me.”

When Angela finished reading the last letter, she was sobbing.  A great love cut short by an unfortunate accident.  A love that sustained her aunt the rest of her life.  She hoped to be that lucky.  Angela climbed into bed, listening to the sound of the wind whistling through the palmettos and the waves crashing onto the shore.  She was asleep in no time.

The following morning she was daydreaming over a cup of coffee when Micah rode up on his bicycle. He looked as fresh and beautiful as his surroundings.  Dressed in white shorts with a light blue shirt that brought out the color of his eyes, he could have been a poster boy for Ralph Lauren. She sighed.

“Are you ready?” he called to her.

“Ready for what,” she responded.

“Did you year anything I said?”

“I’m sure I heard some of it.  I’ll offer my full day of travel as an excuse. What did I miss?”

“You missed that we’re going on an island tour this  morning.  Mirabelle has packed up a picnic lunch and we’ll stop at Tahiti Beach to swim and have lunch before we head back here. Are you up to it?”

“I’m game.  There’s fresh coffee if you’re interested.  I’ll go get my things.”  He slapped her ass as she walked by.  She turned to him with a questioning look on her face, “that’s for not listening to me,” he told her.

“That would hardly be a deterrent.”

“Good to know.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.