The Heat

Today is the first day of spring in my part of the world.  Spring, wow, I think we already had our three days of spring for 2017.  Well, maybe not.  We’ve definitely been getting a taste of summer for the last two weeks.  We’ve been breaking records left and right – 95 degrees yesterday and probably again today.  Am I ready for summer?  Don’t get me wrong, I love summer.  However, my idea of summer is sunny, eighty degrees, humidity no more than 40%.  I’m not sure there’s any place in the world that offers that, but…

The point I’m getting at here is that summer, although not officially beginning until June something, is already here.  Is it here to stay?  I don’t think so but it started me thinking about the heat.  I’m not good at heat.  Okay, if there’s an ocean or gulf nearby where I can stick in my toes and then the rest of me, it’s doable.  That’s not the case in Arizona – landlocked.  And the heat, it’s the worst I’ve ever dealt with. Okay, maybe Texas can get a little warm too and I’m not mentioning the awful heat and humidity where I grew up, but then there was that ocean. 

I keep veering off point and that is I don’t like the heat, I actually get a little testy in the heat.  My husband might say more than testy.  Yup, he’s reading over my shoulder and outright laughed. 

“A little testy, you have to be kidding, right?”

You have to understand that the temperature here begins to hover at the 95 degree mark continually from hopefully, mid- May (last year it was April) and stay there and above until sometime around October 30^th.  That’s a long time to be hot.  I can handle it until about July when hubby usually decides to take me away for a few days before I make him crazy.

That still leaves August and September.  I become housebound because I hate going out into a car that may be cooled because it’s in the garage, however, you get out of the car to either go have lunch, dinner, grocery shop or anything else that requires you to leave the car, you come back to a sweltering furnace that takes ten minutes to cool down.  Mostly, you are just pulling into your garage when the car is finally cool enough to actually feel the cold air coming through the vents (fake air, of course).

This last summer, hubby’s breaking point came about August 14^th.  The fifth 110+ day in a row is what did us both in.  I, of course, railed about the damn heat, why we decided to settle in an oven, and on and on.  Did I mention that I don’t suffer in silence?  Anyway, when I opened up about how damn hot it was, hubby told me he didn’t want to hear any more about the damn heat.  I was comfortable, in an air-conditioned house, and if that wasn’t enough to think about all the people who didn’t have the same conveniences, i.e. our military personnel, law enforcement, construction crews,  etc. etc.

“Thinking about them is not going to make it any cooler for them or for me.”

“No, it’s not, but I know something that will make it hotter for you.”

“Lord, I can’t even think about it being hotter.”

“Then, might I suggest, I not hear another word about the weather.”  He was still talking but I’d walked into the other room to turn up the fan.  I found something to keep myself occupied and my mind off the infernal sun streaming in the window.  It’s not even that bad, there are tinted windows and screens, along with a large overhang,  so it’s almost cave like but I can see the waves of heat coming off the street.

“How hot is it supposed to get today?” I innocently asked hubby as he walks into the room.

Not a word was spoken when I found myself being pulled away from the window and dragged to the couch.  He pushed me down and told me to stay put, he would be back with an answer.  I didn’t listen, I hardly ever do.  We met in the hallway.

Moments later, I found myself over his knee – my sundress pushed up and my panties down. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I mouthed – secretly, I was thrilled. 

“I’m keeping my word and you’re going to find out how hot it is.”  I smiled to myself. 

I didn’t smile long.  He laid into my bare flesh with a purpose.  The spanks came quickly, one after another, turning my cooled bottom into a fiery blaze.  He was right, I was finding out just how hot it could be.  He wasn’t through, though, not by a long shot. 

I felt the cool breeze of the fan over my heated butt cheeks for just a moment, before the heat began anew.  He had retrieved the bamboo back scratcher from the hall closet; that thing is a killer and no matter how many times I’ve thrown it away, it somehow always returns.  When my bottom was thoroughly scorched, he began on my thighs.  I was kicking up a storm, so the next place I felt that damn thing was on my calves and when I still didn’t learn my lesson, he grabbed my feet and spanked the bottom of my feet a few times.  Talk about heat, pain and fury.

I was wailing and begging for him to stop the relentless pounding of my flesh.  I was thoroughly tenderized when he finally laid down the instrument of ass destruction.  Once again, I felt the cool breeze of the fan blades across my heated flesh.  I also felt the stickiness along my thighs and damned my traitorous body. So did he.

His fingers began exploring the source of the wetness and soon I was begging;  this time for him to increase the tempo.  Forgotten, was the pain and heat in my bottom - replaced by the sensations in my lower womanly regions.  The waves of pleasure that were starting to fill my body came to an abrupt halt as his fingers stopped making contact and the magic ended.

“Not yet, you don’t,” he said.  He picked me up and carried me over to the desk chair and plopped me down, hard. The back scratcher had left it’s mark – the pain in my bottom began anew. I squirmed around trying to get comfortable and watched as it became clear to me what hubby meant.  He came to me then.  “I don’t want to hear any more about the heat.” Then he made sure I wasn’t able to talk. 

I can't wait to begin complaining about the heat. Should be any day now.

Did I have you thinking this really happened?  Be honest, now.  Well, folks, it's a story. See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.