The Farmer in the Well

Hola all - My friend is doing well and I think I'll be able to cut my visit short. Not only will I get back to Ray and home sooner, but I'll also get to see the grands now too. Yippee. Don't tell Ray though, it's a surprise.

 The Farmer in the Well

 Mary Ellen Gentry married into a farming family It was a totally different kind of life for her being raised in the city. She met Charlie Gentry in her senior year in college. It was one of those serendipitous meetings, you know written in the stars kind of thing. She was doing a friend a favor and had a flat tire on the highway. Charlie was doing a friend a favor and just happened to come along and saw this fine-looking gal struggling with the jack. His momma had raised him right so there was no way he coud just drive by and ignore the situation. Besides, his view of her backside was too good to ignore. After he changed her tire, Mary Ellen tried to pay him for his services. He wouldn’t take the money but said she could repay him by having dinner with him. There was no way Mary Ellen could not accept the invitation. Was she happy she did.

 He was charming, so very different from any of the fellows she had dated. He was mannerly, not full of himself and best yet, when she spoke, he listened. It didn’t hurt that he was good-looking either. Tall, blonde and tanned from outdoor living, not a tanning salon, hair that didn’t have tons of product and showed signs of needing a haircut, steely blue eyes with little crinkles around them, and from what she could see a well-toned body. There was nothing not to like so when he asked her out again, she readily agreed.

They’d been seeing each other for a couple of weeks when she invited him to join her and two other couples for an event being held at the college. It was both a disaster and learning experience. She never realized how snobbish her friends, Mimi and Shelley, were. She was embarrassed as they continually chided Charlie about his ‘country ways’. His country ways were one of the best things about Charlie. He opened car doors, pulled out chairs, didn’t interrupt, didn’t use foul language, all things she never realized she missed until now.

Charlie took all the chiding in stride and continued being gentlemanly toward them. When the evening was over, Mary Ellen apologized for her friends’ behavior. 

“No need for you to apologize. However, if you ever treated any of my friends that way, I’d have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”

 Mary Ellen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’re kidding, right.”

 “No ma’am.” Charlie didn’t elaborate nor did Mary Ellen ask any questions. She’d read about such things in books and seen it in movies and television but it never occurred to her that it still happened in real life. When she’d mulled over that bit of information a little more, she’d talk to him about it. Until then, she’d leave the subject alone.

The following week, Charlie raised the subject. He explained that it was how he was raised and how his siblings were raising their own families. He said he didn’t see any harm in getting your backside warmed if you were out of line, no matter that current thinking didn’t agree.

 “What do you think, Mary Ellen? “

 “I never gave it any thought until you mentioned it the other night.”

 “If this relationship is going to continue, I think it’s something we should discuss. I’ve told you how I feel and I need to know if you agree.”

 “I’ll have to think about it.”

 “You know spankings can be for fun too. I’ve read that getting your bum swatted raises all kinds of endorphins. I can’t say I ever experienced that when I was getting walloped but maybe we could try it sometime and do our own experimenting and see what happens to you.”

 “Yes, maybe some time.”

 It was another week or so before Charlie raised the subject again. This time, Mary Ellen was ready for him. She agreed that she was willing to give it a try – for fun though, not for real.

Since Mary Ellen didn’t live alone and Charlie still lived in the family farmhouse, privacy was a problem. Luckily, one of Charlie’s friends offered him his lake cabin for a weekend and Charlie jumped at the chance. 

Mary Ellen was filled with trepidation as they drove to the lake cabin. Although she wasn’t a virgin, this would be the first time she was having sex with someone that she really cared about. Until now. The common way of thinking was sex was expected after the third date. Not so with Charlie, they’d been out dozens of times and he never pushed. Truth was, Mary Ellen was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with her, so she was more than ready for this weekend. She needn’t have worried.

 Once they arrived at the cabin, they barely had their belongings inside, when Charlie cupped her face in his hands and began a long slow kiss that made her weak in the knees. Kissing him back, she leaned into him and feeling his erection quickened her pulse and heightened her arousal.

 Hearing her little sigh, he pulled her in closer and ran his hands down the length of her body.

 “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered in her ear, raising the hairs on the back her neck.

 “Hmmm” was what he heard. He lifted her blouse and the mere touch of his fingers against bare flesh created an electrical spark as she became lost in the sensation of him. They spent the rest of the day and night making love.

In the morning, they were not only exhausted by their exertions, but also famished having skipped dinner the night before . Charlie dragged Mary Ellen into the kitchen.

“You’re fixing breakfast”, he told her.

 “Why me?” she asked

 “Because it’s the woman’s job to feed her man and I designate you to fix breakfast. Now, get going woman, I’m hungry.” He slapped her on the ass and the sensation went right to her sex. She stuck out her ass and he slapped it again.

 “That’s fun.” “You won’t think it’s fun if my breakfast isn’t on the table soon.” She laughed again. 

“and why won’t I”?

 “You tell me”, and took her and guided her over his knee where he applied several hard spanks to her bottom.

 “So?” he asked.

 “So what?” she asked.

 “So, are you going to fix me breakfast.”

 “I don’t think I’m ready to do that,” she replied. He smacked her ass harder than before.

 “You know what, I don’t think I’m ready for breakfast now either,” he told her. Her red bottom called to him to dip his fingers into the honey that was seeping down her thighs. He sucked his fingers and smiled. “I think I’ll have breakfast in bed.”

 And that is just one of the reasons that Mary Ellen Meyers, city girl became Mary Ellen Gentry, a farmer's wife.

That's it for now. See you again for more Aimless Ramblings.