It's been a wonderful week weather wise here in Arizona. Cool enough in the morning to walk and we were actually able to open the windows for a bit for a couple of days. Hints of what's to come.
The Broncos game is about to start, so I'm signing off now. Enjoy the story.
The next chapter of their lives began a couple of days after Nancy’s first spanking. The Wednesday deadline was still a day away. The first few days she treated Bob like a pariah. As far as she was concerned, he deserved the silent treatment. Of course, she wasn’t going to call the police, or file for divorce, those were just idle threats on her part. She liked that he took charge, not that she’d let him know that – that spanking hurt way too much to let him off scot-free.
Nicky hadn’t called, and that worried Nancy. ‘Maybe Bob was right, and I have gone too far and have alienated our daughter.’ Eager to make things right, Nancy decided to call and invite her to lunch. The call didn’t go at all the way Nancy planned.
“Hi, darling. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Mother, did you call to apologize?”
“Actually, I called to invite you to lunch?”
“Is Phillipe included in this luncheon invitation?”
“No, darling, I thought it could just be the two of us.”
“Sorry, Mother, my calendar is booked solid. Maybe the four of us could do dinner some evening. I’ll see if Phillipe is willing to put up with your charming personality for a couple of hours.”
“Nicky, is that any way to talk to me?”
“I’m simply taking a page out of your book. I have to go now, I have another call.” Nancy hung up and started to cry. She was still crying when Bob came home.
Knowing that she had been purposely ignoring him the last couple of days, he didn’t bother to try to give her any consolation. “Let her break the logjam,’ were his thoughts. He merely went about his usual routine - fixing a martini and going outside to smoke his cigar and unwind after a grueling day at the office. He was midway through his drink when Nancy came outside.
“Don’t you even care enough about me to ask why I’m crying.”
“Oh, so you’re talking to me now. For the last couple of days, I thought you were a ghost.”
“Mr. High and Mighty, always right, always perfect.”
“Nancy, I’m not in the mood for your nonsense. Either tell me what’s bothering you or leave me in peace.”
“Go to hell,” she said and walked back inside. He thought about how much longer he was going to tolerate this recent spate of Nancy’s churlishness. He fixed himself another drink and decided that when it was done, he would talk to Nancy, either with his voice or his hand – her choice.
What he wasn’t ready for was that when he came inside, she was gone. He checked the garage and her car was still there so he knew she hadn’t gone far. He went to rinse out his glass and found his cigars shredded in the sink. ‘that’s it,’ he said to himself. ‘no more talk, only action.’ Technically he’d given her until Wednesday to apologize but his was no longer about her rudeness to Phillipe and Nicky, this was about her behavior in general. Figuring there would be no dinner tonight, he fixed himself a sandwich and turned on the news waiting for his wife’s return.
Nancy still hadn’t returned after he’d cleaned up the kitchen, so he went upstairs to shower. He was midway through the shower when he heard her coming up the stairs. He quickly finished showering and was toweling off when he saw her enter the bedroom. He watched her go into the closet and was waiting for her, with bathbrush in hand, when she came out.
Seeing her clad only in her bra and panties gave him a jolt he hadn’t expected. It reminded him they hadn’t made love in a while, and he would much rather do that than what he was about to do. He thought about his shredded cigars and his resolve returned. He grabbed her as she walked past him, either oblivious to what was about to happen or resolved. He didn’t know which. He pulled her down across his lap and his palm laid into her backside. Nancy hollered up a storm but smack after smack continued to land on her bottom until his hand stung.
When he stopped, she tried to wiggle her way off his lap. “This is only the beginning,” he told her and pulled her in closer and brought his leg across hers.
“It’s not Wednesday yet, I’ll apologize, I promise.” She told him.
“This is more than about that, this is about your attitude in general Nancy. You are out of control, and I’m going to rein you in or else.” With that, he picked up the bathbrush and at the first splat of wood on flesh, Nancy began begging for him to stop. He didn’t. He could hear the hitch in her voice and felt the tears on his thigh. As much as he wanted to stop, he knew it was too soon. He didn’t want to have to be here again anytime soon.
Five more smacks and he felt her body go limp. He put down the bathbrush and finished off the spanking with his hand. The heat coming off her behind surprised him, and he hoped he hadn’t gone too far. He pulled down her panties, her bottom was a mass of red blotches where the bathbrush had landed. A couple of areas would definitely bruise, and it almost brought him to tears to think he had caused them.
He removed his leg from across hers, rubbed her back. Squirming off his lap, she tried to stand and her knees buckled. He took her in his arms and hugged her to him. She snuggled into him, her tears wetting his shoulder. He heard her whisper that she was sorry.
“Me too, please don’t make me do this again,” Bob said.
They froze when they heard the doorbell ring. Soon the door opened, and Nicky’s voice yelled, “Anybody home?”
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.