Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Powerful Words



Powerful words to live by and pass on.  I've pasted them on my fridge.  I think most of us already live these words but it's a good reminder.





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Monday, February 25, 2013

A Needed Break or 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 to today at 2:30.  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 thought 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 was 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 under the doorway.   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.


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Doing His Job

I'm excited.  Tomorrow we're going to a spring training baseball game to see our beloved Rockies.  Haven't been to a live game since we left Colorado. The Rockies were born during our time in Denver and it was exciting to watch them progress.  They've had some good and bad years but we still love them.

It's been a good week here.  We've had lots of love and laughter with friends and family.  We have also done quite a bit of "dancing".  Hubby has been in  a mood and I 'm wondering if it had something to do with PK.  She had a post which I emailed to hubby and since then I can't seem to get past him without him taking a swat.  The other day as he was drying the silicone spatula, he actually stopped,  looked at it, pulled me across his hip and delivered about ten stingy spanks.  Night before last was the best, he asked if I was up for some dancing.  Of course my answer was yes and when I went into the bedroom, the strap, the paint stirrer and flogger were laying on the bed.  Oh, what a night.  Who said "old folks" can't have fun.*



*if you think it's not true just go read over on PK's Cassie's Space.

Haha!
I agree with him







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Friday, February 22, 2013

MID TERM


Morning everyone.  Another beautiful day here - a little chilly.  There was snow here in the Phoenix area this week.  Another oddity in a very odd weather year.


Subject: Mid Term Exam

Students in an advanced Biology class were taking their mid-term exam. The last question was, ' Name seven advantages of Mother ' s Milk. The question was worth 70 points or none at all.

One student, in particular, was hard put to think of seven advantages. However, he wrote:

1) It is perfect formula for the child.
2) It provides immunity against several diseases.
3) It is always the right temperature.
4) It is inexpensive.
5) It bonds the child to mother, and vice versa.
6) It is always available as needed.

And then the student was stuck. Finally, in desperation, just before the bell rang indicating the end of the test, he wrote:

7) It comes in two attractive containers and it ' s high enough off the ground where the cat can ' t get it.

He got an A.
Ingenuity - Grace Under Pressure - Quick Thinking.  Not sure what it was but it tickled me.

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Spankful for Bas








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This is dedicated to one we love: 


I didn't want to have you singing the Chipmunk song all day, so I looked up the lyrics to your first single. Now you can have these lyrics running around in your head instead.

BEATLES - LOVE ME DO LYRICS

Love, love me do, 
You know I love you, 
I'll always be true, 
So please, love me do, 
Whoa, love me do

Love, love me do

You know I love you
I'll always be true
So please, love me do 
Oh, love me do

Someone to love

Somebody new
Someone to love
Someone like you

Love, love me do

You know I love you
I'll always be true
So please, love me do
Oh, love me do

Love, love me do

You know I love you
I'll always be true
So please, love me do
Whoa, love me do
Yeah, love me do
Whoa, love me

Here's something I want you to remember though

  FROM ME TO YOU LYRICS
Da-da da, da-da da da daDa-da da, da-da da da da
If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love, from me to you

I got everything that you want
Like a heart that's oh so true
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love, from me to you



       And last but not least, some pictures you requested

Denver Skyline


         Evergreen Lake


                                                           This is one of our old houses in Colorado




"So difficult to accept that there is anything I don't know, still that list grows harder than the list of things I do know. Sometimes I wish I was stupid and knew nothing. Then I would know everything there is to know."  You left these words of wisdom on one of my posts and it struck a cord. I love that you are here among us providing us with either your pearls of wisdom or your well placed sarcasm.  Thank you.




" If you would  like to join Spankful for Bas Day? Grab a logo and put up a post of your own! Then email or comment on Ana's blog to make sure she has the link for the main page."





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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Seven Facts

     A couple of weeks ago I posted 7 Rules, today it's seven facts.


1.  You cannot put soap in your eyes.

2.  You cannot count your hair.

3.  You cannot breathe through your nose with your tongue out.

4.  You did #3.

5.  When you did #3 you realized it's possible but you look like a dog.

6.  Your smiling right now because I fooled you.

7.  Now you will be sharing this with your friends because you want revenge for looking foolish.                                                                  



  • Mom said this picture is for those of you who love my white toes as much as she does!!
    She got Frenched


                                                                         
   Didn't mean to hit publish, but here it is anyway.   See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.                                                                    

Monday, February 18, 2013

It's a Rainy Night in Georgia




‘It's A Rainy Night in Georgia’ was playing on the radio as I drove down the road on a rainy night.   I should have left earlier but I was having so much fun.  With a little luck I would still beat him home.  His plane wasn’t due in until 12:30 am so by the time he got his luggage and got to the car he shouldn’t be home til around 2:00 am.  He knew I was going out tonight and his last instructions to me were to watch the drinking and be home before midnight.  We were having such a good time that the midnight curfew seemed so childish I guess I just blew it off.  After all, my very best friend was leaving to take a job overseas and I wouldn’t be seeing her for a long time. 

I heard the beeper go off on my phone indicating a text message.  I knew I shouldn’t have even attempted to read it but temptation was just too great and I reached for my purse.  The phone was in the front pocket for easy access.  I reached across for my purse and it fell over emptying the contents on the floor.  My phone among them.  I was trying to reach over to grab it and I accidentally swerved the car to the right.  My tire caught and into the ditch I went.  That damned ditch. Fortunately, or unfortunately, a police car pulled up right behind me.  I don’t know if he had seen the whole thing or was just cruising his beat.  I rolled down the window as he approached. I was fishing in the glove box for the registration and insurance card when he shined the flashlight right into my eyes.

“Can you please redirect the stream of light” I asked politely.

He moved the beam slightly to the right so that it was not directly in my eyes.

“Sorry, are you hurt” he asked.  I told him I was fine and handed him the information I already had in my hand.

“Your driver’s license too please”, he asked.

This was going to be a problem.  My license expired on my birthday last month and I didn’t have a new one.  I sent it in but forgot to include the check so it was returned to me and I still had not gotten around to it. Another nail in my coffin when Colin found out.

“This license has expired, do you have your new one?” the policeman asked.

I started to explain and he just waved me off.  “I guess the answer is no then”.  That must have been when he smelled the alcohol on my breath or he suspected that might be the case because of the hour.

“Can you step out of the car please” he directed me.

This was not as easy as it might appear because the right side of the car was stuck in the ditch making the left side on an upward angle. I tried getting out just as my boot heel caught in the brake pedal and practically fell out of the car onto the pavement.  He reached over to assist me.  When I was finally on my own two feet he told me to place my hands on the roof of the car.  There I am standing there like a criminal while he is running my expired license and registration.  Out of the corner of my eye I see him walking over to me with some sort of contraption in his hand.  Then I realized what it was, OMG it was a breathalyzer.  I am so in trouble now I thought to myself. 

He told me that before he administered the test I could agree to take a sobriety test.  I knew that was my only chance so I agreed.  It was the usual, touch your nose and head, dadadadada.  Then I had to walk a straight line backward.  This is a problem for me.  I don’t even walk a straight line forward but I gave it my all.  Apparently, when my heel caught it must have cracked because when I attempted the backward stroll it broke all the way through and I lost my balance and fell down.  What else could possibly go wrong I thought to myself.  The policeman helped me up and I see a car slowing down and pulling over in front of us.  The car looks just like Colin’s. Oh no, please Dear God, it can’t be.  My hand automatically slid back to cover my rear end. 

The car door opens and out steps Colin who begins walking toward us.  The policeman asked him to please not come any further and if there is anything he can do to help him.  Colin looks right past the policeman and straight at me.  His eyes are blazing and he has this look on his face that tells me I am dead meat.

I say hello to Colin and he asks me in the frostiest tone of voice. “What is going on here Caroline and why are you not home?”

The policeman says “I take it you know this woman”. 

Colin responds that yes, he knows her, that she is his wife.  The policeman then begins to give him all the details of the encounter.  As I listen to the exchange I begin to laugh because it really is a comedy of errors.

Colin looks over at me and says you think this is funny.  Well, have your fun now because once I get you home you won’t think it’s too funny.  My laughter dies in an instant. 

Now the policeman is in a quandary.  He doesn’t know how to proceed.  He finally told Colin and me that he would issue a ticket for careless driving because I was going to fast on a wet road and lost control of the car as well as driving without a valid license; but that he would not press forward with a DUI or a DWI because it was unproven.  He told Colin he would have to have the car towed because they couldn’t leave it there and he couldn’t allow her to drive because she didn’t have a license.

By this time I don’t even want to look at Colin because he is so angry I think there was actually steam coming out of his ears.  I hear him on the phone to AAA and hear that it will be at least another thirty minutes before the tow truck can get there.  The policeman’s radio went off then and he asked them if they would be alright if he responded to this call.  I was silently begging Colin to say he would prefer it if he stayed but to no avail. 

“No, you go ahead Officer.  I can handle things from here.  Thank you so much for your understanding” Colin replies

In the smallest voice I could muster, I also thanked the officer.

By now we are both like drenched rats and Colin ushers me over to his car to wait.  He placed his hand on the small of my back which always gives me the shivers anyway because to me it is such a sign of dominance and control but tonight it is especially so.  When he closed the door and went around to the other side to get I had to fight my instinct to not lock the door.  I was so not looking forward to this conversation. 

“Welcome home sweetheart” I tell him in my still small voice.  “I missed you”.

“Thank you Caroline. It is good to be home.  I missed you too but I don’t think you are going to be so happy to see me once I get you home.  You are only lucky that I have this time to calm down before we get there”.

We sat there in silence until the tow truck arrived.  I started to get out of the car and was told in no uncertain terms to stay put.  I did as I was told and asked him to please get my purse from the front seat and to check on the floor for any of the contents that may have spilled out including my phone. 

“Is that why the car ended up in the ditch, Caroline?”  I didn’t want to answer but my silence must answered for me.

“I see” he said.

Once everything was taken care of and Colin stepped back into the car we began the drive home.  Silence ensued but I felt myself getting warmer.  It must be my exaggeration or my nerves she thought to herself.  After about ten minutes she was pretty uncomfortable and was squirming around in her seat.

“Are you having a problem, Caroline?”  Colin asked.

I told him I was getting pretty warm and that perhaps he should turn down the heat.  He told me that I was the only one getting warm because he had turned up the heat in my seat.  He said this way I would be warmed up for what I had coming when we got home.

“Oh” I replied.

The drive seemed to take longer than the usual thirty minutes in some ways but in other ways it was not nearly long enough.  He parked the car in the garage and came around to open the door for me.  He told me to go directly to the bedroom and get out of my wet things. Once again I did as I was told.  I had just removed the last of my clothing when he came in. He turned on the shower and told me to get in, he would be ready for me when I came out.  Before I even had a chance to dry off completely, he was on me like white on rice. He led me over to the bed and began the lecture.  He told me that tonight’s spanking was just a preliminary and I could expect another spanking tomorrow when I told him the full story.  He explained that he was too tired tonight but I had to know how disappointed he was with my behavior.  That statement made me feel worse than the spanking I knew I would be getting tonight and tomorrow.

He put me across his knee and began spanking my ass.  I was still wet from the shower so the sting seemed to be so much greater. Just when I thought it was over and started to get up he reminded me that he was the judge of when I had enough and it wasn’t yet.  That’s when I heard the whoosh of air just before the belt hit my already smarting bottom.  After five licks or so, I was a crying mess and he stopped.  He picked me up and put me under the covers and kissed me goodnight.

“Until morning”, he said.  “Sleep well”.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

This and That




WOW.  The weather here this week has been wonderful.  Like I expected it to be all winter.  Highs in the low 70's.  It's been a busy week.  We have had dinner with friends several times this week, which is always great fun.  We laughed and laughed, their daughter joined us and said she had forgotten how it was being with the four of us.  I think she meant it as a compliment, I took it that way anyway.  

One day I joined a friend at her card club and we played all afternoon. I love cards and hubby is just  not that into it. Once in a great while he will feel sorry for me and play a game or so but not nearly enough for me.

Other dear friends of ours have joined us here in Arizona for two weeks. They're also full time RV'rs so they too roam the same areas of the country and we always seem to be able to meet up somewhere along the way.  We've had dinner with them at their place and they'll come out to see us next week.  The following week we are going to take a few days and join them in Las Vegas.  It's been years since we've been there. It has changed so much I probably won't even recognize most of it.  Most of the hotels that used to be our haunts our gone, very few remain.  We were married there at a chapel next to Circus Circus which I always said reminded me very much of our wedding.  Some day I may post the story - looking back it's hilarious, at the time, not soooo funny.

Valentine's Day was pretty low key for us.  We always try to avoid going out to dinner on holidays.  It always seems like a good idea until we get there and then the lightbulb goes on as to why we do it so seldom.  We grilled filets, tails and asparagus. It was delicious but sorry to say that was the only tail  reddened that evening.  I had several glasses of  proseco and it took over about nine and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. 

It's also been a week of good news with Bas feeling well enough to post again, Minelle's hubby finally recovering nicely and Love Spanks being such a success.  I enjoyed reading all of the stories and can't wait until they do that again.  My thanks to the writers who participated and to those who contributed the great prizes.  I was lucky enough to win an amazon gift certificate from Sue Lyndon and a pre-release copy of Ana's new book, The Way Home. On that same note, I want to thank everybody for stopping by and wishing us a Happy Valentine's Day and leaving a wonderful comment on my reprinted story.  I love getting comments, it's like my fifteen minutes of fame.

I'm off to enjoy another pretty day.  Hope you are able to do the same.  Tomorrow's story is a cute one. I think you will enjoy it.  Until then, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy Valentine's Day


Two stories this week. This one is a reprint of one I wrote and posted last Valentine's Day.  I checked back and there weren't that many visitors so thought I could post it again.  Kind of like a TV rerun.  Hope everyone has the Valentine's Day of their dreams, even if it is a dream.  They are ususally better than the reality anyway.


She woke with the thought that today was going to be the most perfect day ever. This was going to be their first Valentine’s Day together as a married couple. Technically they had been married for ten years but Rob always seemed to be on another continent on Valentine’s Day. Last year he was in Afghanistan and the only contact was a Skype call.  Today he was here in Walnut Creek and she had been planning this day for a while.
                                      
A limo would drive them to the beach for sunset cocktails then onto Jackson’s By the Sea for a romantic dinner.  They would retreat to the lounge for apr├Ęs dinner drinks and coffee.  She would flirt with him and tease him to the point of distraction. He would be ready to leave right then and there. But she had other plans.  They would linger a while as she continued to heighten the sexual tension, return to the limo for some naughty foreplay and then home to a night filled with super hot sex.

At least, that’s how she imagined it would happen.  The reality wasn’t even close.

She woke with a scratchy throat and the sound of pouring down rain.  Damn, she thought, why did it have to be today?  She went downstairs and there was a card propped up on the table.  She poured a cup of coffee and sat down and opened her card. It was a funny card not the romantic card she had hoped to get.  She loved sweet sappy romantic cards.  Funny cards were fine for and from others, but from Rob she expected more.  She was disappointed.  When she went to put the creamer back in the fridge, there was a note from Rob asking her to please pick up his shirts from the laundry, get new windshield wipers from the auto parts store, stop by the post office to buy stamps, and if she had time drop off his uniform at the tailor’s.  She felt like going right back to bed and pulling the covers up over her head.  Instead she headed for the bathroom, took two aspirin and turned on the shower.

She was going to handle this like an adult and not a sulking brat.  If she hurried, she could do all of the chores on the list and still get back home in plenty of time to relax and get ready for their wonderful evening date.

She had just left the post office and was on the way to the tailor’s when she heard a funny noise.  She kept driving and a few seconds later, she heard it again. This time it was even louder.  Then the engine light came on.  Oh, just what I need.  She looked to see if there was a gas station she could pull into but no, of course not, that would be too easy.  She pulled into the parking lot of a nearby medical office and called Triple A.  They said they were backed up and wouldn’t be there for at least another hour.  So much for getting home early she thought.  She called Rob and told him what was happening and asked if she should try to make it home or just wait for the tow truck.  He suggested she wait for the truck.

Ninety minutes later, she was still waiting.  By now, the aspirin had worn off and her throat was aching, she was hungry because she had missed lunch and she had to pee.  She phoned Triple A again.  They apologized for the wait and said they would get to her as soon as possible.  She told them to forget it; she wasn’t going to wait any longer.  She started the car and drove a few miles before she heard the noise.  She was almost home when the car just stopped.  Luckily, it stopped on a residential street and there wasn’t any traffic.  She tried starting the car to no avail.  Now what, she thought.  If I call Triple A, it’s still going to be at least an hour until they arrive.  She decided to call a taxi.  A Good Samaritan came by and assisted her in getting her car off the road.  Finally, the cab arrived and drove her home.  She was soaking wet and in a foul mood.  This wouldn’t have happened if Rob had not given her that list of chores to do on Valentines’ Day.  She grabbed a glass of wine, took two aspirin and hopped in a hot steamy shower.

She stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out.  She heard Rob walk into the bedroom. The first thing he said was:

“Where did you have the car towed?  I called Total Repair.  The car’s not there”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too honey” said a totally pissed Diane.

“Oh, sorry.  Happy Valentine’s Day” as he reached over and gave her a kiss.

“So where’s the car? He asked again.

Diane’s voice rose exponentially   “The fucking car is parked at the curb on Dexter Avenue”. Thank you for your concern.” She said through gritted teeth.

She went on about the car, the chores, her sore throat, his inconsideration, dadadadadada. He took her in his arms and told her he was truly sorry she had such a bad day. He promised he would make it up to her.  He suggested they cancel their plans and just stay home and have a do over on Saturday.  Diane said no way; she had been planning this day for months.

The limo driver rang the bell promptly at 6:00.  Diane was not quite ready and when she came downstairs, Rob whistled and told her how beautiful she looked.   She acknowledged his comment but was still not in a very forgiving mood.  Since there was no sunset on this gloomy day they went right to the restaurant for cocktails.  Between the aspirin and drinks, Diane was beginning to feel woozy.  Rob suggested she slow down and switch to a non-alcoholic beverage. She told him she didn’t need him to be her keeper.  

“Maybe so”, he told her, “but if you keep acting like this, we are going to call a halt to this evening. You are not feeling well and so far you are not enjoying yourself and neither am I.”

She pushed back her chair and stormed over to the ladies room.  While she was gone, Rob closed out the check and went and waited by restroom door.  When Diane came out, he took hold of her elbow and escorted her out the door.  She was fighting him all the way.  The limo driver was waiting.  Once seated, Rob asked the driver to close the privacy window. 

“Relax, he told her”

“Like hell I will”, she said.

He told her she had better calm down or she would have a very red bottom to mark her Valentine’s Day. She didn’t heed the warning. When they got home she was still carrying on.  She stormed into the bedroom.  When he followed, she picked up his clothes brush and threw it at him.  It hit him in the back of his head.

That’s it”, he said, “You had your last chance”. 

He picked up the brush, pulled her over his knee, yanked up her dress and proceeded to put the clothes brush to good use.  He was angry and knew he shouldn’t be doing this but she had really pissed him off.  He stopped spanking and looked at that lovely backside all reddened by the brush and lust just took over.  He picked her up and seated her on his lap and began kissing her while rubbing her punished tush.

“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you planned.  I am sorry I spanked you but you were so out of control I lost my temper too.

 Will you forgive me?”

She just nodded her head.  He continued to hold and comfort her. 

“Damn, I love your ass”, as his hands kept massaging those fleshy mounds.

The kisses and hands became more demanding, their caresses more passionate, touching, feeling, teasing, exploring each other’s pleasure points – and deep in the throes of the most mind blowing sex they had ever had.

Maybe this wasn’t the Valentine’s Day she had planned but it turned out to be the best one ever.

                                                       
                            
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Out of Her Comfort Zone


Joannie and Derek met at Thanksgiving.  He met her family at Christmas and they spent New Year's Eve in New York.  Now it's Valentine's weekend and they will be spending it at Derek's home in Dallas.  


As she rode to the airport, the cabbie kept looking at her because she was crying so hard. Their two month whirlwind courtship was over.   She thought he was a keeper and she was even willing to put up with the occasional spanking but now he had gone too far.  She was, after all, a grown woman and didn’t like being treated as a child.
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He had a five day furlough and had invited her to join him at his home in Dallas for Valentine’s Day.  She was more than happy to do so.  She didn’t have any vacation time left so she took “sick” leave instead.  She had so many days built up she would never be able to use them all and they were non transferable so she didn’t see the harm.  He arranged for her to fly first class and gave her a pass to the Admiral’s Lounge. When she entered the lounge, sitting across from the door was one of her bosses.  Unfortunately, for her, he just happened to look up and saw her.  Was he aware she was on bogus “sick” leave?

Her mind was going in a thousand directions at once.  How should I play this?  As luck would have it,  his flight was called and he left the lounge and he told her to have a good flight.  Whew, she thought, I don’t have to think about this until next Tuesday.  Right now she was on her way to meet the “man of her dreams” and nothing was going to cheat her of that experience.

Derek was as the gate to meet her, one of the privileges of working for the airline.  He greeted her with a hug and a real long lovely kiss. She was literally swept off her feet and overheard an older couple walking by remark that “young love is grand, do you remember, Henry”.  They both chuckled and told the couple, “yes it is”. They walked hand in hand out of the airport and into his car. On the drive to his house he asked her how her flight was and if she had any trouble.  She told him everything was fine once the scare was over.

“What scare?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing serious, just seeing one of the bosses in the lounge”

“Why should that have been a scare?”

Damn, she thought to herself.  She should have not related that fact.  Now she would have to tell him how she managed to get the time off or it would mean another lie.  She knew how he felt about lying.  He had spanked her twice before for it and the last time he told her if he caught her again she would not like the consequences. 

“Just me being silly” she said, hoping he would drop the subject.

She immediately switched gears asking him what he had planned for them.  The only times she had been in Dallas had been for business and hadn’t really had time for much else.  She told him she would like to go to Dealy Plaza, Reunion Tower and Fort Worth to see the cattle drive and have dinner at J T Garcia’s and she hoped they would have the time.  

He looked askance at her, knew she was trying to divert the topic of the scare and decided to let it go for the moment.  Right now he just wanted to enjoy the fact that she was here and to make sure she loved the city enough to return again and again, eventually for good.  He loved her and planned on asking her to marry him before this trip was over.  He knew they hadn’t known each other long but he was sure she was the right one for him.  He was pretty sure she felt the same. Her job and family might be a stumbling block but he wouldn’t even mind if she commuted back and forth until children came along. With his erratic schedule it probably was best she continue to work until she had something else to keep her busy.  As for the family, being a pilot afforded them opportunities to travel as a discounted rate and they could visit back and forth.  

He told her they could probably fit it all in.  He watched her breathe a sigh of relief and knew there was something she was definitely hiding.

Wow, she thought, I dodged that bullet. 

His apartment was a penthouse floor in downtown Dallas.  It was all windows and because they were so high there was nothing to obstruct the view.  He had roll down screens that kept out the sunlight but none of the view.  She couldn’t wait to see it at night. It was definitely a man’s apartment but looked very comfortable.

“It’s beautiful” she told him.

“Yes, I am comfortable enough here and it is convenient.  I wouldn’t mind a house in the suburbs though.” He told her thinking of the future he had planned for them.

“Sweetheart, let’s get you comfortable” he winked.

“I am comfortable” she said completely missing the point.  He came over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Oh, that kind of comfortable” she smiled and started unbuckling his belt.

After their passion had been spent, he suggested they shower and go sightseeing.  She was game for that. She was a history buff and the whole Kennedy assassination fascinated her.  Dealy Plaza and the Texas Book Depository were must see’s as far as she was concerned.
By the time they had finished touring the museum they were both starved and decided to stop to eat. The Galleria Mall had quite a few restaurants and Derek thought they could do some window shopping at jewelry stores while they were there.  This way he could get an idea of what kind of ring she would prefer.

They found a little bistro tucked in the corner of the mall where they decided to stop.  They were led to a table in the back when she heard

“Hey Girl, I didn’t know you had a trip here this week. What accounts are you visiting?” Joannie spun around to see Rick Jessup, one of her co-workers sitting in one of the booths.

“Oh, hi Rick, I’m not here on business”

“Wow you must have some pull to get time off now, you should let me know how you do it”. Rich said.

She laughed and gave him some smart aleck answer about not being the right gender and they moved on. Damn, she thought I’m not going to get away with this.  I can just feel it in my bones.  Sure enough, Derek asked her what he meant about time off.  She figured she might as well come clean.
 
“I took “mental health” days. She said.

“You mean you called in sick”.

“More or less, there, it’s out.

“You lied to get the time off, you lied to me about taking the time off and if I’m not mistaken you lied to me earlier about the scare.  Am I right? .  He did not have on a happy face and his voice was filled with disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Derek.  I just couldn’t say no to coming to Dallas.  I wanted so much to see you.  I know you hate lying and I know you are going to spank me but it will be worth it” Joannie said.

“ I am so disappointed.  I thought we were past this because you know how I feel about it.  We’re going to have dinner now and we will talk about this more when we get back to the apartment. Enjoy sitting comfortably because it will be a while before you do so again” Derek told her.

Derek was his usual calm, confident self.  He kept trying to engage her in conversation but she was so upset she was miserable.  She kept  toying with her food.  She had lost her appetite.  When he asked for the check, it was almost a relief to be going home, even though what awaited her was not something to which she looked forward.

On the way home Derek stopped at a drugstore and purchased something while she perused the magazine shelf.  When they got back to the apartment he told her to change her clothes and meet him in the bathroom.  When Derek figured she would be done he went to the bathroom and found her sitting on the commode.  She looked so forlorn sitting there.  He was sorry he was going to have to do this especially now.

He had the package in his hand and when she saw what it was, her eyes widened.  It was a bar of Ivory soap.  All of a sudden she wasn’t so remorseful any more.  She jumped up and said:

“You are not planning to wash out my mouth with soap, are you?

“I am not planning on it, I am doing it.  Maybe this will be an additional deterrent”.

“There is no way I am allowing you to do that to me.” She got up and ran off to the bedroom.  She would have locked herself in the bathroom but that’s where he was.  She immediately started throwing her clothes into her bag and then realized she was in her night clothes. She began to change when he walked into the room.

“What are you doing? He said

“I’m leaving.  This thing we have is over.  I am a grown woman.  I would appreciate it if you would call me a cab.”  She continued gathering her things. 

“Joannie, be reasonable.  I thought we agreed what kind of relationship we were going to have.  If you feel that strongly about the soap we can…………………..

“No, it’s not just the soap.  I went along with the spanking and the occasional fanny warming is okay with me.  But I think you are a bit too old fashioned for me;  getting my mouth soaped , give me a break. I’m in love with you but I am an adult and expect to be treated as such.  She picked up her bag and headed to the elevator telling him she would wait for the cab in the lobby. 

She left him standing there with a stunned look on his face.  She began to cry and by the time the cab got there she was in full weeping mode.   She sat in the waiting area try to compose herself when she saw someone standing in front of her.  The next thing she knew he was kneeling down in front of her and took her face in his hand.

“Don’t go, Joannie.  I love you and I want to marry you.  We can work this out.  I know we can” he said. “Don’t go”

“I don’t know Derek.  I love you too, but I’m almost 35 years old and my time of standing in a corner, or writing lines, or getting my mouth soaped was over long ago.   I love our role play and our erotic spankings; I wouldn’t even mind the occasional punishment spanking but that’s it.  I respect your need for absolute honesty but we live in a “grey” world.  I would never lie about something important but little fibs here and there are part of everyday life.  I will try to respect your feelings about that but I can’t promise I will never tell another white lie.  But if I do, I don’t expect to get my mouth soaped. If you can live with that then I am willing to give it a try.”

He picked up her bag, she stood up and put her hand in his and they walked out of the airport and back to the Galleria to pick out a ring.