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.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.