The Pie Incident

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.  I loved that song by the Mama's and Papa's.  Actually, I pretty much loved all of their music.  Their voices blended so well together. Another voice snuffed out too early and not because of a ham sandwich either.  Well maybe, it was a contributing factor but not the real cause.

August is chomping down the remaining days of July.  How quickly it comes - seven months of the year gone - just like that. Our anniversary is this week and we have plans to attend a Neil Diamond concert and then an overnight stay in a hotel.  Should be fun.  This month is also my Son-in-Law's birthday, my grandson's birthday and three anniversaries.  Lots going on - it's one of the busiest months for me in that regard. A vanilla life - lol.

The Pie Incident

Claire Donavan was just taking the Lemon Meringue pie out of the oven when her husband came in and slapped her on the ass.  She was so startled, she bumped forward into the stove, causing the meringue to slide off the pie.  While trying to rescue the meringue, she burned her fingers on the hot mess.

“Damn you, Sean Donovan, now look what you’ve done,” she berated her husband.

“But darlin’, I thought you like it when I slapped your ass.”

“I do, but this wasn’t the time.  Didn’t you even bother to look at what I was doing?”

“Darlin, when you’re bent over and I see your ass, I have to slap it.  That’s all there is to it.”

“When I see your face when you think you’re just so cute, I have to do this.”  She took a handful of the spilled meringue and smeared it all over his face.  “There, it looks so much better now.”

The incident might have ended right then and there if it weren’t for the fact that Rosie O’Donald and her husband happened to walk into the kitchen to see and hear the last exchange.

“You aren’t going to allow her to get away with that are you”? Patrick asked of Sean.

“What ?”

“Well, if Rosie did that to me, she’d be over my knee getting her bottom warmed.  Her cheeks would match her name, that’s for sure.”

Claire watched the color rise up Rosie’s neck until her facial cheeks were the color of her name. 

Patrick O’Donald, if you have the slightest bit of valor you would apologize to your wife right this minute.”

“Why, I was just stating a fact.”

“Facts or not.  That was private and not something to share in front of others.  And, another thing, you keep your two cents worth of advice out of my house.  My Patrick doesn’t need to hear any of your rubbish.”

“Sean, are you going to allow your wife to talk to me that way?”

“You’re darn right he is if he knows what’s good for him,” Claire answered. “He knows my feelings about such things.”

It was Sean’s turn to be red-faced.  “You have no need to speak for me, Claire.  I have a tongue and I know how to use it.  I know how to use other things too.” With that last statement, his eyes moved to the jug of kitchen utensils resting on the counter.

Claire got the message, loud and clear. 

The four of them seemed to be frozen in time until Claire spoke up. 

“So what’s up with you folks this early Saturday morning?”

Rosie, who had been silent until this point, spoke up.  “There’s a street fair going on in Dunedin and Patrick and I thought you and Sean might like to join us.  We could look through the booths, and have lunch.  It’s a beautiful day.”

Patrick said.  “Yeah, Patrick, why not come then I don’t have to spend time looking through all those booths.  You and I could go to the pub and play some darts.  What do you say?”

Sean looked to Claire and she shook her head.  “Sure, it’ll get me out of cleaning the garage,” Sean said.

"Until tomorrow," Claire added.

They made plans to meet in an hour or so.  When the O’Donald’s left their friends home, Patrick remarked to Rosie that he thought Sean was getting a little too soft, he seemed to let Claire run things. “Did you see the way he looked to her before agreeing to come with us today?”

“I don’t think that’s being soft, I think that’s being considerate.  That’s a lesson you could learn.”

“Well, if you ever spoke up in front of others and to others the way she did this morning, you can expect to get a taste of my strap.”

“Yes, Patrick.  I know that, and after this morning, so do Claire and Sean.”

Once the O’Donalds left, Claire began to clear up the meringue mess.  She was mid-stream when Sean took hold of her and bent her forward over the island  He raised her dress and pulled down her knickers. 

“Oh Sean, not now.  I’ve too much to do before we meet the O’Donald’s.”

“Nope now’s the perfect time.  You’re getting a little too mouthy lately and that can’t stand. I would never embarrass you the way Patrick did Rosie, but neither will I allow you to disrespect me and others.  Now behave and this will go easier for both of us.”

With that, Sean began laying on the whacks with the biggest kitchen spoon on Claire’s arsenal of cookware.  She tried biting her tongue which was something she should have done earlier, but she didn’t do it this time either.  

“Sean, that’s enough.  I’m sorry but it was all your fault.”

“It seems to me Claire you are in no position to be blaming your naughtiness on me.” 

 The spoon came down and left red splats all over that pristine bottom.  He knew it had too sting, but damn if it didn’t excite him.  From the looks of things, it was exciting to Claire too, even if she might not have agreed with him right at that moment.  He continued to spank her until he felt the feistiness leave her body.  He righted her and took her over his shoulder and right into the shower.  Turning on the hot water, he removed their clothing and into the shower they went. He positioned Clair so that the hot water would hit her reddened bottom.  He heard her intake of breath and at that moment, covered her mouth with his and all was well in the Donovan household.

Meringue be damned and so what if they were a little late meeting the O'Donalds, there were more important things in life.  

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Vanilla Musings

Well here it is Friday and it's the first time I've been back all week.  I really don't know what to blog about. My vanilla life isn't very exciting.  My week consisted of cards on Monday and Tuesday, (won Monday, lost Tuesday), lunch (a cute little European style cafe), and shopping with friends on Wednesday.  Thursday it was grocery shopping and then dinner with friends and here we are at Friday.  I have to write a story for Monday and also set up a blog for tomorrow's Saturday Spanking.  

I guess I'll do a little promotion since I've nothing else to offer.  LSF has bundled together four of my western romances and offered them up for a bargain basement price. The set is available on LSF and Amazon, as well as Kindle Unlimited for those who subscribe.  If any of you haven't had an opportunity to read them before, you might enjoy picking up the bundle of four for $7.49.  (Hint, hint - I am working on a sequel to one of the stories so you might want to have it handy for when the new book is finally finished and published).

Hope you all have a great weekend and I'll see you back here on Aimless Ramblings on Monday unless something exciting happens before then.

Lost in the Woods

Hello everyone.  I can't believe a week has passed and I didn't post anything all week.  I don't know where the time goes but it speeds by at 100 mph.  

Ray had a lovely birthday.  I never did write the story, there wasn't time.  He didn't want to go out saying we've been out constantly and he is right.  We had a quiet dinner at home. When we were in Palms Springs I bought him a straw fedora - must say he looks quite dashing in it, but I still wanted to get him something more.  I stopped at See's and bought some of his favorite candies and then remembered I'd asked Katie from This Whole Thing if she would take some pix of pelicans for me. He loves pelicans. She is an excellent photographer and I had several from which to choose. I had one blown up and framed and he loved it.  I even have a place he can hang it when he gets around to it.  So problem solved.

So, based on the last week's feedback, I wrote a part two to this story and I do believe it has the makings of an eventual book - so everyone should be happy.  Hope you enjoy

Here's Part Two of Lost in the Woods.You can read Part One.here.

On the outskirts of Centerville, she spied an official looking building with the state seal plastered on the side and a flagpole with the American flag, the state flag and what she could only assume was a flag representing Centerville.  Was Centerville the count seat?   She found a parking spot up front, completely overlooking the sign warning that parking was for fifteen minutes only.

Before leaving the car, she brushed back her hair and put on some lipstick.   She got out, straightened her dress and walked into the one story building.  It was well ordered and paintings of local artists decorated the walls.  There was a good deal of talent in Centerville based on what she saw.  Walking up the receptionist, she introduced herself.

“I’m Carole Maddow and earlier today I met Sheriff Decker.  He assisted me and I would like to thank him in person.  Can you tell me where I might find him?”

The girl looked at her and told her that Sheriff Decker was on vacation.  He won’t be back until next week.

“Oh, that might explain why he wasn’t in uniform or driving an official car.”

The girl merely smiled.  “Would you like to leave a note or talk to another deputy?”

“No, that’s alright.  Maybe I’ll stop by again next week when I come through this way.  Thank you” and Carole turned and left.

She stopped to admire some of the paintings and when she saw Rance Decker’s name on the bottom of one, with a for sale sign, she decided to buy.  She went back to the Receptionist’s desk and explained her desire to buy the painting.

“Oh, yes.  I’ll get someone to help you.” While she waited, Carole perused some of the other paintings and found Decker’s name on quite a few more.  Someone appeared, and took the painting off the wall and brought her over to the desk.  After writing out a check, she took her painting and walked out the door.

She walked to her car and saw something under the windshield wiper.   A ticket.  How could that be – she looked at the ticket and then saw the sign that it was limited time parking. 

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she said to herself.

She walked back into the building to complain.  “I just received this ticket.  I shouldn’t be ticketed because I was detained because it took so long for someone to come down and help me with the purchase of this painting.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the receptionist said, ‘but the spots are clearly marked and I have no jurisdiction over the ticketing.  If you feel it’s unfair, you’re invited to appear in court to state your case.”

Carole looked at the court date and saw it was a month out.  “I don’t know what I’ll be doing in a month, isn’t there anything I can do in the meantime.”

“Yes, ma’am you can go over to the Clerk of the Court’s office.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so,” she spouted off before the gal even finished talking.  Carole headed toward the Clerk of the Court’s office. She stepped up to the window and handed over the ticket.

“I was told I could take care of this here.”

“Yes, Ma’am.  That will be $25.00.”

“What, I thought you would take care of it”

“I am taking care of it.  The fine is $25.00 and once you pay the fine the matter will be settled.”

“I don’t deserve this ticket; I was detained in here beyond my expectations.”

“Ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have no control over your expectations.  Now you’re holding up the line so may I suggest you either pay the fine or make the court appearance listed on the ticket where you can plead your case.”

Carole grabbed the ticket back and stuffed it into her purse and with a final huffing motion, turned and walked out of the building.  She kicked the sign as she walked past and got into her car.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Carole once again found herself on the way to Centerville.  She remembered she wanted to talk to the sheriff about his outlandish thoughts on the treatment of women.  She made it a point to be there around lunchtime, thinking that perhaps she could invite him to lunch.  She knew she was passionate about such things and she wanted to be in a public place knowing her manners would keep her in check.

She perused the town and saw a quaint café not too far from the county building. She parked in the lot and walked from there.  She was in luck, Sheriff Decker was in and she was ushered into his office. 

He was even more gorgeous than she remembered.  He seemed to be taller and dressed in his starched fitted green shirt that brought out the color of his eyes, his long lean legs encased in dark green denim pants, she almost swooned. He immediately stood as she entered the room.  Extending his hands, he smiled and asked if she had taken any wrong turns lately.

“You remember me,” she said pleased.

“Yes, I do. I have a tendency to remember feisty females."

She blushed. “I stopped by once before to thank you in person but you were on vacation when you assisted me.  I found myself here again and wanted to invite you to lunch if you have the time?”

“That’s totally unnecessary.”

“Nonetheless, I’d like to take you to lunch.”

He agreed and she told him she had parked close to the café down the street.  All talking stopped and eyes turned to them as they entered together.  Apparently, people weren’t used to seeing the Sheriff with anyone.  He tipped his hat to everyone and was ushered to a booth in the back.

“This okay with you.  I figure we could skip some glad-handing if I sat in the back.”

They ordered lunch and he told him she has purchased one of his paintings and that there were several more she admired.  They talked about paintings, she found out he had two children and they talked about them, about his ranch and for the life of her she could not make herself bring up the topic of his manhandling of women. He seemed way too polite and gentlemanly – she must have misunderstood.

He wouldn’t allow her to pay the check which ruffled her feathers a bit but she thanked him. He walked her to the parking lot and the spot where she parked was filled with a different car.

“My car’s gone.”

“What do you mean your car’s gone?  Are you sure this is where it was parked.”

Now ruffled and exasperated, “Of course I’m sure this is where it  was parked.”

He put his hand on her arm to soothe her and she jerked away.  He raised his eyebrows and she saw his eyes turn a darker shade of green/blue.  He spoke into the radio on his shoulder to report a stolen car, gave her license number and location. Within seconds the response came that the car had not been stolen but towed in response to a bench warrant for the owner’s arrest.

“What?” she called out quite loudly.

“Now calm down, I’m sure there must be some mistake.”

“You’re damn right there is a mistake.”

He tried to take her arm and she jerked away again.  He gave her another stern look and suggested she walk with him over to his office so this could all be straightened out.  He called his assistant and by the time they arrived at his office, it was determined that the bench warrant had been issued because of failure to pay a ticket.

“Ticket,” she stormed. “What ticket.”   That’s when the light dawned and she remembered getting the parking ticket.  She had shoved it in her purse and forgotten all about it.

“Now I remember" She suddenly calmed down. "It was the day I came to see you.  I parked out front and buying your painting took me a while and I was parked there longer than the allotted time.”

“I see,” he said.  “Let’s go down to the clerk’s office and straighten this out.”  

He escorted her to the clerk’s office and walked behind the walled counter.  He spoke to the supervisor and she pulled up the information on her computer.  The fine plus the additional costs was now up to $65.00 not including the tow charge.  Carole went ballistic. 

“You’ve to be kidding me, a stupid parking ticket is now $65.00.  That’s ridiculous.”

Sheriff Decker tried to calm her down.  He told her they would waive the tow charge if she would just pay the ticket and costs.  If she didn’t, her car would stay in impound and there was a good chance she could wind up in jail.

“Over a parking ticket” she yelled.

“I don’t make the laws, I only enforce them.” He told her. His patience with her was about exasperated. 

She pulled out her checkbook to write the check and was told they didn’t take checks – either cash, debit or credit.  She paid with her debit, got a receipt and turned to leave, the sheriff right behind her.

“If you slow down a minute, I’ll drive you over to the impound lot to pick up your car.”

“That’s mighty big of you sir,” she spit at him snottily.

“Remember our conversation on the day I assisted you, well if you were mine, right about now I’d have you over my knee and spanking you so hard, they’d hear you in the next county.  If ever a woman deserved a spanking, it is you.  Be glad I’m in uniform or I might be tempted to do just that."

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’d probably lose my job over it, but it might be worth it to teach you some manners.”

Carole kept her mouth in check after that last statement.  They were both quiet on the ride to the impound lot.  When she got into her car, she nodded her thanks and drove off.

A few miles out of town, something didn’t feel right.  She squirmed around and realized her panties were wet.

“What the hell?” she said to herself.

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Lost in the Woods

Happy Monday.  Life is returning to normal here.  This week is Ray's birthday.  He says he doesn't want anything or to do anything special.  He said life has been exciting enough lately and he'd just like to stay home.  While we were with the kids, there was an early celebration with cake and presents, so now he is saying it's just another day.  Yeah, but it's his day and I'll come up with something or other. Any suggestions?  lol

Lost in the Woods

The road kept getting narrower the further she drove.  The GPS had to be wrong – there was no way this road was going to lead to anything but more of the same.  Dodging the boulders in the road and the overhanging branches from the overhead trees had her nerves on edge.  There was no place to turn around so going forward was her only choice.  Her arms tense from holding the steering wheel so tight and her eyes focused on the road ahead, she never saw the animal that shot out from the woods and crossed in front of her. She swerved to avoid hitting the animal but lost control of the car, ending up in a rut and headed straight for trees.  She braced herself for the impact that never came.  Somehow, the brakes stopped the car with barely an inch to spare. 

Shaken to the core, her whole body trembled as she opened the card door and stepped out. Surprised that her legs didn’t buckle under, she took a few tentative steps to peruse the surroundings. The dense underbrush cut into her sandal clad feet preventing her from venturing too far.

She went back to the car and assessed the damage.  Other than a blown front tire, the car was in good shape – better than her. She reached for her phone.  She couldn’t find it.  Searching the floor in the front and back, and under the seat to no avail, she began to panic.  Her guardian angel must have been sitting on her shoulder because she spotted something shiny – she reached down and there was her phone.  Somehow it had wedged between the seat and seat belt buckle. 

There wasn’t a very strong signal  - she hoped she would be able to make a call.  Finally, the call to Triple A’s roadside service connected.  She explained the situation but when it came to telling them her location, she didn’t have a clue.  There wasn’t one thing she could use as a landmark.

 “Can’t you use my phone’s signal to pin point me?”

“Are you able to start your car?”

“I haven’t tried.”

“Why not try and see if your GPS can give me an idea?” 

After a couple of false starts, the ignition grabbed and the car came alive and she was able to approximate her location.  The next thing she heard was “how the hell did you end up there?” and then a quick “sorry”.

“Okay, we’ll get someone to you as soon as possible, but it might be an hour or more.  Are you okay until then?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No need to be rude, ma’am.  We’ll get to you as soon as we can.”

“I’m sorry.” She clicked off the phone and sat back in the seat. 

The next thing she knew, someone was calling out to her.  Opening her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was.  Standing over her open car door, had to be the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.  ‘is this real, or am I dreaming?’ A baseball cap covered dark hair that curled at his neck, his face and toned arms tanned from the sun, a large hand with clean fingernails, reached in to help her out of the car. 

He introduced himself and asked for the keys to the trunk.

“Huh” she asked.

“The keys for the trunk, so I can get the spare and the jack.”

“Don’t you have that stuff on your vehicle?”

“No ma’am”.  That was when she looked and realized there was no truck, only a horse tethered to a tree on the far side of the road.

“You’re not Triple A.”

“No ma’am. Charlie and I were out for a ride when Chance came racing up to us, begging us to follow.   We decided we’d better see to the problem.”

Not seeing the other two men he named, she became a little frightened. ‘ Was she going to die out here in BFE?’

“I don’t see Charlie and Chance, where are they? Are they hiding In the brush?”

He let out a howl of laughter. 

“Ma’am, Charlie is my horse over there and Chance is my dog and yes he probably is crouched somewhere in the brush searching for a rabbit.”

“Oh,” was all she managed to say. Her face was the prettiest shade of red.

While he worked on the tire, he peppered her with questions.  He seemed friendly enough but she didn’t offer too much information.  When he replaced the tire, he got into the car and maneuvered it out of the ditch and back onto the road.

“There you go ma’am.” He said.

“What do I owe you?”

“Not a thing ma’am, but I suggest you call Triple A and cancel that road assist call.”

“I’ll do that but I would like to give you something for your trouble.”

“Ma’am, I don’t expect to be paid for helping out a damsel in distress.”

“So if I were a man, you’d charge me.”

“Ma’am don’t go putting words in my mouth.”

“I’m just asking a question.”

He tipped his cap and turned toward Charlie.  “Aren’t you going to answer me?”

“It seems like the better part of valor to just be on my way.”

He mounted his horse.  It was then she realized she still had no idea where she was or how she was going to get out of there.

“I’m sorry.  I was being cranky.  It’s been a helluva day and I’m lost. Can you help?”

“Are you willing to pay me for directions?” His grin gave him away.

“I’m willing to pay if the price isn’t too high.” She told him and smiled.

“How about a kiss and not a peck on the cheek kind of kiss?”

“That seems like an awfully steep price.” She replied

“You’re the one lost.”

She laughed.  “Yeah, I am.  I could just follow you out if only I could get this car turned around.”

“You are one stubborn lady.  I bet you give your husband fits.”

“I don’t have a husband.”

“Not surprised, you’re probably too ornery for most men.”

“You’re getting a little personal, aren’t you buster?”

“I told you my name was Rance Decker, not buster.”

“Oh, sorry, Rance Decker, you’re getting a little too personal.”

“What’s it to be, a real kiss or am I just going to take off and leave you to figure things out for yourself?”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’d do that.”

She heard him laugh.  “You think you have me figured out, do you?  I might just surprise you.  You’re right, though, my momma raised a gentleman but that doesn’t mean I put up with any guff, even from a pretty lady like yourself.”

“Doesn’t  your wife ever give you a hard time.” She asked, now on a fishing expedition of her own.

“I don’t have a wife and if I did and she gave me a hard time, I’d have to take her over my knee and show her who's boss.”

Her eyes widened.  “Did I hear you right? If I did, it’s not surprising you don’t have a wife.”

She watched a wistful look cross his face. “You heard me right and I don’t have a wife because I’m a widower.  My wife liked me fine, just the way I am.” 

“And did you take her over your knee when she dared to give you a hard time?”

“You’re darn right, I did.”

“Well, you are a lucky man, because most women I know would have you out the door in two seconds flat.”

“I think you’re wrong.  Until you’ve tried it, don’t knock it.”

She was about to give him an answer when they both turned at the sound of a truck lumbering up the road.

With that, Rance Decker turned his horse around, tipped his cap to her and the tow truck driver and took off across the field.

“I’m sorry.  Except for the fact that I’m lost, I don’t need your services.  That man came along and fixed the tire.  I called but I guess you were already on your way.  Can you tell me how to get turned around and back to civilization?”

“Sure.  If you drive down a little ways, you’ll come up on a clearing where there is plenty of room to turn around.  It’s how I plan on doing it.”

“Won’t the property owner be upset about using his land?”

“Sheriff Decker don’t mind.  Didn’t he tell you?”

“That man is Sheriff Decker.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She climbed in her car and decided she’d finish the conversation with Sheriff Decker, even if it meant tracking him down.  Being an officer of the law, she couldn’t believe he would go around advocating violence against women.  She’d give him a piece of her mind.

Do you think this story needs a part two or is this a good ending.  This is one place where your vote counts.  lol

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Who Said Life Isn't Full of Adventures

The last six weeks have been on speed dial.  I haven't even had time to think about the wonderful vacation with my husband and friends, let alone get around to posting.  I thank all of you for your good wishes and sticking with me.

I'm home now.  Yeah.  When last I posted, the car was having a temper tantrum. Had to be that because when it was towed back to the dealership again, the diagnostic machine found nothing wrong. Okay, so the check engine light and the fact that it kept stalling much have been a figment of our imagination.  Let me just say that the two hundred sixty mile trip Tuesday was a little hand clenching since most of it is across the desert where there are no services.  Thank you, Lord, we made it and the light hasn't come back on.

We were glad to be home...We opened the garage door and were hit with a horrible odor.  Our trash cans are in the garage and in the summer, that happens depending on what we've pitched.  Oh, well the trashmen come again Friday.  When I opened the door to the house, the odor had permeated the house - it was bad.  I went around plugging in air fresheners, lighting candles, you know the routine. 

I opened the refrigerator to get a cold bottle of water and was almost knocked to the floor by the smell.  It wasn't the trash cans - it was the rotting food in the freezer and refrigerator.  OMG, it was the most horrible thing.My wonderful hubby did most of the grunt work cleaning out the disgusting mess and we've bought out the local supply of air fresheners, but the house is almost free of that odor. 

So our welcome home night was spent at Home Depot buying a new fridge.  Guess what, they only keep a floor item, the rest are in a warehouse and delivery is one week out.  So, we bought one of those little fridges to keep us until next Tuesday.Thank you, friend, for inviting us over for dinner and to smell a normal house

This morning, I'm out the door to buy a few groceries to tide us over and then out to lunch with my water aerobic girlies.  Life is almost back to normal.   YAHOO.

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Life and Showers

Hello All.   My life has been crazy lately.  You all know Ray and I were on vacation, then I met some friends for an extended stay in Florida.  I came home on a Friday and on the Sunday I flew to Colorado to be with my friend who was having surgery.  I stayed two weeks and surprised Ray by coming home early so I could accompany him to Palm Springs to meet up with our daughter and her family.  So, as we arrived in Palm Springs the car was acting funny, so we had it towed to the dealership.  They diagnosed a faulty fuel pump which had been replaced last December.  Needless to say it was back and forth between AZ and PS, with the upshot being the warranty would be honored.

YEAH - Car fixed and we leave for home as planned.  Sixty miles out of PS and the same thing happens.  We waited roadside in 100+ temps for the tow truck and arrived back in PS three hours later.  

Good News - we were able to spend more time with everyone.

Bad News - It was Saturday and everything is closed - so we are still in Palm Springs and will begin the ordeal again today.  It's going to be an anxious drive home.

The upshot is, there is no new story for this week.  So, it's another retread from way back in January of 2013,  I can't believe I've been writing weekly stories that long.  Since it's so old, maybe you won't remember it's a summer rerun.

SHOWERS CAN BE FUN

“We’re going away this weekend”, Doug said

“I can’t” she told him, “I have too much work to do”

“You’re just going to have to work around it because we are going.  You need some downtime and that’s final”.

Beth had been working on this presentation for the last month.  It was down to crunch time and she just couldn’t get it right.  It was due on Friday and she would be working every night this week just to get it finished.  Her promotion depended on her getting this account and she was in a dead heat with the new “hotshot” ad guy they had just hired.  She had been bitchy and crabby for the past week and had taken it out on Doug.  He was being so calm and patient with her, he realized how much this campaign meant to her.  He didn’t care if she got the promotion, frankly he wanted her to quit but he knew how much she loved her work.  He would put up with it as long as it didn’t interfere with him and he was just about there.  Frankly, she was surprised he hadn’t already corrected her. She probably would have already been sitting gingerly if he hadn’t been called out early this morning.  She would make it up to him if she could just get through the rest of the week.

When her boss looked over their projects on Thursday, he wanted some tweaking done on both presentations and suggested they meet again Monday morning before the clients arrived on Tuesday.  Beth was beside herself.  She knew better than to suggest to Doug this weekend trip be cancelled. She was going to have to find some time to make the changes. 

Beth stayed up very late on Thursday to finish her changes.  She thought Doug was already asleep but when she quietly slipped into bed she felt his hand reach over to pat her butt.  That was his usual ritual indicating he was off to sleep and didn’t want any more distractions.  She pulled up the cover and that was the last she knew anything until the morning.  When she got up Doug was already in the shower.  Beth decided to surprise him and join him.  When she stepped into the bathroom, it was so steamy the shower door was fogged over.  She slowly opened the door and a blast of steam hit her and a soapy arm grabbed her in the mist. 

“Who’s this invading my showertime,” he glowered.

“Someone who loves this big brute of a man that has been so patient with her these last couple of weeks” she replied.

“I am glad you noticed because you have no idea how much restraint I’ve exercised.  My palm has been itchy so often I thought I had a rash”.

“I know and I promise I will make it up to you this weekend” Beth responded.

He began soaping her back and shoulders working his hands down to her butt and inner thighs.  Next he started in on her front and gently soaped her neck and breasts, teasing the nipples gently as he moved down her tummy to her mons.  He eased her right leg onto the shower bench and washed her calves, ankles and feet then moved her right leg to substitute her left leg.  She was reveling in the gentle ministrations when she felt his hands once again on her mons.  He used his palm to rub little circles exerting pressure while the fingers on his other hand found her clit and gently flicked.  The touch was ever so light.  She was so aroused she was moaning and grabbing for his manhood.  He maneuvered her around and had her bend slightly over the shower bench and entered her from behind.  While his fingers kept working her clit he began thrusting in and out.  She was panting and very close to climax when he increased his thrusts and they both climaxed within seconds of each other.

“I think this is going to be one helluva good day” Doug said.  She agreed.

She got dressed and packed a bag so all she had to do when she got home was change clothes, brush her teeth and she was ready. She was so glad he had made the decision for this getaway.  This morning went a long way to helping her get into the right frame of mind.

Unfortunately, things went to hell in a basket.  The client moved up the meeting She spent the morning put finishing touches on the presentation so when the client came they were ready.  Well, the presentation was ready but unfortunately the client wanted changes and wanted them immediately.  She and the “hot shot” went back to the drawing board and this time they worked together instead of separately. They went back and forth several times and it was 5:30 before she realized it.  She was supposed to be home by now and leaving for their getaway.  The client still wanted another change so she called Doug.  There wasn’t any answer and she hoped that didn’t mean what she though it did.  They were working through the changes when there was a commotion in the outer office.  The receptionist walked in and said there was a Doug Aldridge here to see his wife.  She excused herself and went to the outer office.  She went over to Doug and explained the situation. 

“I really don’t care.  It’s 6:30 Friday night and we are leaving for our weekend.  Go get your purse and anything else you may need.  We’re leaving.”

“But Doug, I can’t.”  

“You can, and you will.” He propelled her to the office to pick up her things.  When they were finished, he escorted her out the door telling the receptionist to tell the others she had left. She didn’t talk to him the entire trip.  He checked in at the hotel and when they were finally alone in the room he told her to either snap out of it or she was going to get spanked.  He was not going to let her sulk all weekend and ruin their time.  She looked at him like he was crazy.

“I mean it Beth.  I will give you five minutes to get your head straight.  If you don’t you are going over my knee”

She ran into the bathroom and locked the door.  She would never get the promotion now.  She was so humiliated, even if she still had a job,  she didn’t think she could face them again.  How could they ever respect her now if she was not respected by her own husband.  She understood their dynamic at home, but that wasn’t home.  No, he could spank her all he wanted, she was not going to give in.

He was at the door trying to get in.   He tried a couple of times and then it got quiet.  The next thing she knew he was standing there with the maintenance man behind him.  Doug thanked him and the guy turned and left. 

“Obviously, you still are not thinking straight so over my knee you go”.  He sat down on the commode, placed her over his knee, pulled up her skirt and began spanking her behind.  He told her he hated to start off their weekend this way but she left him no choice.  After he felt she was sufficiently warmed up, he lowered her panties and really laid into her.  She was being so quiet he was beginning to despair he would get through.  He kept spanking her hard and she didn’t let out a peep.  He couldn’t take any more so he stopped, stood her up and propelled her to a corner in the bedroom.

“Stand there with your hands on the wall until I decide what’s going to happen next, he told her.  

He was angry now, angry that she wouldn’t acquiesce and he wanted to get himself under control. It was dark outside and the only the lights coming into the room were from the entryway.   He could see her outlined standing in that corner.  She stood straight as an arrow and he could tell by her stance she had not softened one iota. He couldn’t stand it any longer; he went over to her, brought her hands down, turned her around and took her in his arms.  She was as stiff as a board. 

“Beth, let’s start this weekend again.  I don’t want to spank you anymore and I don’t think you want that either. But, I will if I have to. How about we order room service and a bottle of wine and resolve this thing?”

“Whatever you want,” she said.

“What I want is my wife back.  Is that going to happen anytime soon?”

“I was so humiliated with the way you treated me in front of my peers,” she told him.

“All I did was ask you to get your things and told the receptionist to tell the others you had left.  Nothing else. You know how I feel about that job.  They are always dangling a carrot that you are never going to be able to grab. We see the situation differently but I will apologize for my action if how you perceived it was humiliating to you.  I never want to do anything that allows anyone to think you are less than you are.”

He cupped his hands around her face, looked into her eyes and saw a tear forming.  He hugged her tightly and told her to go wash her face and then take a look at the menu.

“After dinner, let’s take a shower and end this day that way it was begun,” Doug said.

“I think I would like that very much,” she said as she walked into the bathroom. 

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.