Behind The Scenes - Part Two

Not having to come up with a new story makes Sunday's sweeter for me.  Unless, I've been inspired during the week, Sunday's can be stressful trying to come up with a story. This has been a nice break for me.  Hope you're enjoying this repeat, I know I am.  

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Behind the Scenes - Part Two

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He heard the chants and the foot stomping from the audience that brought him back to the present. He started to play and go through the motions, but she was the only thing he thought about. His mind continued to wander back to the beginning of their relationship again.

Cindy and Rowdy had made it ten years before they split. During that time, Rivers Rangers popularity continued to grow and every year it seemed Rowdy was home less and less.  Once in a while, she would travel with him, or meet him on the road for a couple of days until she couldn’t take it anymore and would retreat to Rivers Roost.  She hated he traveled so much and while she understood it, she didn’t like it. The first time he took her over his knee for a spanking came as a result of a fit she threw after one of the band’s concerts. Until then, he swatted her bottom frequently, mostly in fun.  She had the cutest little butt, and he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself around her. That changed that night in Little Rock.  The band had a three-day gig and instead of staying on the bus, Rowdy rented a hotel room so they could have some alone time. Everything was fine the first night, but the second night Cindy decided she didn’t want to attend the concert. She planned a sexy interlude with her husband and wanted to primp and be ready when he returned.  Unfortunately, that night Rowdy didn’t get back to the hotel room until the wee hours. Unbeknownst to him, the band manager arranged a photo shoot and an interview for a magazine after the concert.  When he finally arrived, Cindy didn’t hesitate to make her displeasure known.  Flying objects greeted him as he opened the door, while she ranted and raved accusing him of cavorting with the groupies that were always present.  He tried to get her to listen to reason and explain about the interview, but Cindy wasn’t interested and continued to carry on.  Once she ran out of objects to throw at him, she began pummeling him with her fists.  He walked away from her, but she followed and slapped him across the face accusing him of being a lying, no-good for nothing cheater. That was the last straw; he had it!  She needed a spanking and by damn she was going to get what she deserved!  Reaching for her and hauling her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he took her over to the bed, sat down and arranged her over his knee. Still clad in her sexy underwear, he wedged the black lace thong into her crack and let loose.  He peppered her bottom with spanks until he achieved a nice pink glow.  Cindy, hollering and kicking the whole time, didn’t deter him. The longer she carried on, the harder he spanked. His hand began to hurt, and he looked around for something to use other than his hand.  Nothing was handy.  Her whole bottom and upper thighs were red from his punishment, and he wondered how much longer she could withstand this assault on her fanny.  Finally, she stopped yelling, and he sensed she had enough. He gradually slowed the pace and ferocity of the spanks.

“Have you had enough?” 

“Yes,” Cindy answered in a voice so low, he barely heard.

“If I stop spanking and let you up, are you going to listen to reason?”

Again in a whisper, she answered “yes.”   Instead of spanking and letting her up, the hands that had just punished her bottom started rubbing out the sting and before long other bodily parts were receiving his attention. This was how most of their arguments were resolved.

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In the final stages of pregnancy with Buck, she stayed behind and never toured with them again.  Instead, she waited for Rowdy to come home. When their daughter Ashley came along two years later, Rowdy surprised her by bowing out of the tour for the following year. 

Rowdy was glad to be off the road and settled into family life and ranching.  The first couple of months were bliss to Cindy. The kids loved having their daddy around, and Cindy loved having her husband in her bed every night. They fought like any other couple, mostly about Rowdy spoiling the kids and Cindy being so frugal, but the make-ups were fun. He would threaten to take her over his knee; she would act all indignant and fight him every step of the way, but she loved it, and those trips over his knee always ended with the most mind-blowing orgasms.

After about a year at home, Cindy began to notice Rowdy’s restlessness.  He dusted off his guitar, and he began playing occasionally.  He would hole himself up in the studio for hours. The other guys stopped by during a break in the tour and when they left he became really moody.  He was finding fault with everything and everybody.

“Stay away from Daddy.  He’s grumpy again.” He heard Buck say to Ashley.

He felt bad about his behavior. He loved his wife and kids, but it wasn’t enough, he missed making music.  He had spent a good portion of his life on the road, and he missed the music and the camaraderie with the guys.  Truth be told, he was jealous when the guys related stories of events that occurred on the road. The other guys didn’t have wives anymore; they were free to come and go without any familial responsibility.  Their spouses decided they didn’t like being married to someone who was never home, and even when they were home, road life often interfered with their family life.  There were still promotional spots, rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, and photo shoots to get in before they took to the road again. The ever-present groupies and the fear that one day their loved one would give into the temptations constantly being offered didn’t help either.  None of them, except for Rowdy and Cindy, ever made it more than two or three years.

He tried talking to Cindy about his restlessness, but she didn’t want to hear it.  She didn’t understand why being with her, and the kids weren't enough to keep him happy. They started bickering at each other until finally, Rowdy made a decision he hoped would solve the problem.

 “I’m doing a weekend gig with the guys when they come through Dallas next weekend.” he told her.

“But next weekend is my Daddy’s birthday party,” she told him.

“Tell him I said Happy Birthday,” and he went out and slammed the door behind him.

She followed him out of the door, still hollering at him. He knew he was acting like a bastard, but he needed this.  It was only for a weekend and maybe he would see that it wasn’t what he wanted.

“That’s enough, Cindy.  I don’t want to hear any more.  I need a break.”

“What about me, when do I get a break?” she asked him.

“If you want a break, go now. I’m not leaving until Friday, so you have until Thursday.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you, it takes away your guilt for going next weekend.”

                                                         

“Either go or don’t go, it’s your choice.  I’ll be here until Thursday.”

Cindy ran up to him, hauled off and gave him a hard kick in the shins.  He took hold of her and guided her over to the tack room.  He grabbed a set of leather reins, yanked her over a hay bale and started wailing on her behind.  She was kicking and yelling at him to stop.  Suddenly, he heard Buck’s voice.

“Daddy, stop, stop.  Don’t spank Mommy anymore.”  He stopped and threw down the reins.  Cindy stood up and went over to Buck and said it was alright that she and Daddy were just playing a game.  She hugged him tight.

“Where’s your sister? Let’s go inside and get some lemonade and cookies.” Cindy told him.

She and Buck walked out of the barn and toward the house, passing Rowdy on the way.  He was leaning against the fence, staring off into space. She stopped.

“Next week when you go to Dallas, don’t come back here until you have made up your mind what you want.”  Rowdy couldn’t believe what he just did.  He never spanked in anger, and he was angry.  Granted, her kicking him in the shins didn’t help, but still, he should have controlled his temper.  He never even gave thought to anyone being around and seeing him whipping his wife, much less his son.  He needed to talk to Buck about what he saw and apologize to them both.

He tried talking to Cindy, but she was too upset.  Luckily, things went better with Buck.

“Mommy and I were playing a game.  You know how sometimes when you’re playing with Ashley, and she’s asking you to stop, and you ignore her.  She doesn’t really mean it, just like Mommy didn’t mean it when she was yelling at me to stop.”

“That’s okay Daddy.  I know you wouldn’t hurt mommy.  You’re always huggin’ and kissin’ on each other.” With that, he ran off to play. It assuaged Rowdy's conscious. He needed this time away, and he hoped to get his head on straight before he returned home.

Come back next week for the conclusion of Behind the Scenes.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.