Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Promised Treat

This is the story I promised.  As I read the intro it reminded me a little of a story I penned a while back that was based on a story Minelle told me about her family.  Nothing new in the universe.  

Here is the little intro she passed to me along with the story.

 It was inspired by the house I grew up in - a large Victorian semi. When I was a girl I used to play up in the attic, and it was there that I found the little door in the eaves. My friend and I explored and we crawled through to the attic of the house next door. It was a Manse - the Vicar and his wife lived there. They never knew they had uninvited guests. We never did steal anything though!


by flopsybunny AKA Lucy Appleby

After the death of her parents, Patricia sold her tiny flat and moved back into the family home. Being an only child, she inherited everything, and although the late Victorian house was far too big for her, she had enough money to live there in comfort without having to worry about paying the bills.

It was strange, going back - a mix of melancholic nostalgia tinged with contentment. She walked through the rooms, her head filled with memories triggered by certain pieces of furniture, or a painting or a vase, or her mother's ancient pastry cutters in the kitchen drawer, or her father's neatly arranged jars of screws, nails and tacks on the pantry shelves. She would put her own indelible stamp on the place in time, but would leave all the little reminders of her childhood years just as they were. 

When she ventured up into the dusty old attic she smiled. She had often played up here as a child, and that was how she had discovered the hidden door in the eaves - the overhang of the roof line beyond the outer walls of the house. She found the door quite by accident when she dropped some coins out of her money box. When one coin had rolled towards the window and mysteriously disappeared, Patricia lifted the edge of the faded linoleum floor covering and discovered a narrow channel alongside the wall. The coin had rolled down the channel and come to rest in front of a small door hidden behind an old chest of drawers pushed up against the wall.

The door opened on rusty hinges, and in the gloom beyond were dust-encrusted floorboards. It became Patricia's secret den, and she would often hide in there, or read a book by torchlight. It wasn't until weeks later that she made the second discovery - if she crawled as far as she could to the right and pushed against the wall, another little door opened - and this one led to the attic belonging to the house next door. And that is when the fun really started.

Patricia grinned at the memory. She would have been about thirteen or fourteen - old enough to know better than to go creeping about in her neighbour's house, stealing things. The first time, she ventured into one of the bedrooms and pinched a packet of biscuits and a small leather-bound notebook. On other occasions she took a cream cake from the larder, and several bars of chocolate. Then, one Christmas, she pilfered a box of mince pies and a bottle of sherry. It was great fun, and she never did get caught - even when she nicked a whole crate of beer.

Some devilment made her pull aside the old chest. There was the door in the eaves. She took hold of the little round handle and pulled, and the door squeaked slowly open, revealing a murky blackness beyond and a rush of warm air. It was quite a squeeze this time, since she had put on a few extra pounds during the past thirty years, but she made it, and crawled along the creaking boards. She didn't need the flashlight as she knew exactly where to go to reach the door that led through to the house next door. She pushed against it, wriggled through the small opening, and found herself in next door's attic.

Standing up, she brushed the dust and cobwebs from her hair. Her hands and knees were filthy dirty. She grinned, feeling like a naughty girl once more, and tiptoed across the room towards the door which led down a flight of stairs to the bedrooms. She was half way down when her foot slipped on the worn carpet and with a bloodcurdling yell she fell, arms flailing. Being of well rounded proportions she bounced well and didn't hurt herself - but she had made enough noise to wake the dead. 

She lay in an undignified heap, winded, fervently hoping that there was no-one else in the house. Then to her horror she heard footsteps thundering along the landing, and in a few moments the door leading up to the attic staircase was flung open, and there stood a man with the physique of a rugby player. In his hand was a wooden baseball bat.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you get into my house?" He looked angrily at Patricia, and an expression of recognition flitted over his face. "Wait a minute, I know you - you're the woman who's just moved back in to the house next door. Patricia, isn't it?"

Patricia swallowed and nodded.

"Are you hurt?" His eyes swept over her body in a strangely intimate gesture.

"No. I'm ok, I think. I'll just stand up and be on my way," said Patricia as she hauled herself to her feet.

"Not so fast, woman - you have some explaining to do. Come with me."

He took her arm and guided her forwards, then stooped to pick up the pen and notebook that had fallen from her pocket during her tumble. Grim faced, he handed the items to her, and led the way downstairs to the sitting room.

"Sit," he said, pointing to the sofa.

There was nothing for it but to comply. Patricia's mind was racing. How was she going to get herself off the hook? There was only one thing to do - confess. Her mind whirled. Yes, that's what she would do, while making out that she had only just found the hidden door in the eaves. It wouldn't do at all to tell him she had found it as a child, and used it regularly to pilfer things from the house next door.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

It was a statement not a question, and he was right, Patricia did not remember him at all. She had no idea who he was. She shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Well I remember you. You used to play music in your bedroom so loud I couldn't concentrate on doing my homework."

"Oh! You're Gary? Surely not!"

Gary nodded. Patricia stared. How could the gangly spotty boy next door have turned into this beefcake of a man? He interrupted her train of thought.
"It's all crystal clear now."

"What is?"

"The leather bound notebook you dropped confirmed it. That's my notebook. I had it for my 16th birthday, and it was stolen - by you."

Patricia blushed crimson and fidgeted on the sofa. "I - er ... it was such a long time ago. Sorry," she added.

"Have you any idea how many times I got my backside blistered for things I didn't do?" He glared at her, and his blue eyes were cold and steely.

"Oh dear. You were punished?"

"I was. For every item that went missing, I was punished."

"I didn't realise. I'm terribly sorry."

"You will be," he said grimly. "How did you get in?"

Patricia told him about the little door in the attic that led to the roof space under the eaves, and explained that one could crawl right through and emerge in the attic of the next house.

"Show me."

Red faced, she led the way up to his attic and pointed to the little door, half obscured by the clutter of several decades.

"In you go. I'll be right behind you."

"Oh - do we have to go this way? It's really filthy in here."

"Yes. Go on."

So Patricia got down on her hands and knees and squeezed through the small opening. It was a squeeze too, for her boobs and her bottom proved to be rather large appendages to fit into a confined space. She felt embarrassed that Gary would be able to see her bottom silhouetted in the doorway like some sort of giant monument. Little did she know that he was in fact admiring it, and was very tempted to give it a good whack.

Patricia crawled out of the little door in her own attic, and stood up, shaking off the dust. Gary's head and shoulders emerged from the door; he was so broad shouldered she wondered whether he would get stuck. He didn't. He got to his feet and looked around the room.
"This will do just fine," he said.

"What will?"

"This," he said, sitting on the old chair near the window. "Come here."

"What for?" Patricia stepped forward.

"I am about to show you," said Gary. He reached for her hand.

Moments later, Patricia found herself over his lap in a most undignified position.
"Oooo! What are you doing?! Let me up."

In response, Gary hitched up her skirt, exposing her plump bottom encased in red knickers. He grinned at the sight, wonderful - and so deserving of the treatment it was about to get. He brought the palm of his hand cracking down on her buttocks. She sure had plenty of padding. Her bottom wobbled beneath the blow.

"Oi!" screeched Patricia. "I didn"t say you could do that!"

"No - you didn't did you." He began spanking her bottom in earnest, his big hand beating a tattoo on her rather splendid rump.

And as he spanked, Gary began to lecture Patricia on all her past misdemeanours. He reminded her of everything she had taken. He told her of all the punishments he had received because he was wrongly accused of stealing.

"Oh! OW! I"m sorry! I"m sorry!"
Patricia wriggled and kicked and yelled and hollered, but Gary continued relentlessly.

"My - I do believe your bottom might be as red as your knickers. Let's take a look, shall we?" He deftly peeled down her knickers.

Patricia gasped in outrage. She kicked, but he trapped her flailing legs with his own, and held her firmly.

Gary grinned at the bare bottom before him. It really was quite captivating, well proportioned with full, plump cheeks - cheeks that were by now a bright shade of pink. 

"Oh - this is terrible! I"m a grown woman! You can"t spank me."

"I just have. And there's much more to come, believe me. We've barely started." Gary smiled wolfishly, and reached for his slipper.

He raised his right hand and whacked the slipper down on Patricia's bottom. It made contact with a most satisfying "thwap" accompanied by a high pitched shriek from Patricia.

"Oh! Oh that hurts! It HURTS!"

"It's supposed to," he said, and whacked her again.

Very soon, the slipper had turned every inch of her bottom bright red. He paused to admire his handiwork, and briefly rubbed the burning crimsoned cheeks.
"Ohhhhh," sniffled Patricia. "Ohhhhhhh." She was confused. "It stings," she wailed. And so it did - but the whole experience had awakened feelings of desire. With a shock, she realised she was hugely turned on.

"Corner time now, young lady," pronounced Gary. "Go and stand over there. I want to see that red bottom on display."

"What? Stand in the corner like a naughty girl?!"

"Yes. You have a lot of catching up to do." He watched as she reluctantly obeyed and went to stand in the corner. "Hands on your head."

He moved towards her and tucked her skirt up, revealing her bare bottom. It glowed like a harvest moon.
"Good. Now you stay there while I admire the scenery. And as you stand there, you can reflect on your past crimes and look forward to being punished for each one of them."

"What - ALL of them?" Oh dear - there were a lot.

"Every single one," smirked Gary.

Gary moved back to the chair and sat there, admiring her red bottom. His mind was working overtime. What would he use next - wooden spoon? Wooden paddle? Leather paddle? Belt? The possibilities were endless. He smiled in anticipation.

"I shall leave you now, Patricia. And the next time you see me, I will bring a new implement to punish that naughty bottom of yours. I shall come and go through the little door in the eaves. It seems appropriate, somehow."

Patricia turned. Her eyes gleamed. "Can I ask you something, Gary?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"When you were punished for the things I had stolen, did you ... did you ever get the cane?"

"Yes. I did."

"Oh. I don"t suppose that ... er ..."

"If you are asking to be caned, the answer is yes. But not straight away. We"ll work up to it," he grinned at her. "Deal?"

She grinned back at him. "Deal. Is tomorrow ok?"

Hope you enjoyed the story.  Lucy said she was sorry she hadn't found a man to spank her in the house though.  She wishing and hoping just like the rest of us spankos.
 Other stories by Lucy can be found on her blog, click here to visit.

Thanks so much Lucy for sharing this tale.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Red is Her Color

Jillian was speeding along the highway when she passed Rory going the other way.  Her only hope was that he didn’t see her because if he did her ass was going to be royally reddened.  She had been warned over and over not to speed because it was dangerous.  Rory was a Paramedic and too often he saw up close and personal just what happened when speeding was involved.  She had listened to many a lecture about why there were laws and why they should be obeyed. 

She was busy paying attention to her speedometer, too late, but better late than never.  When she looked in her rearview mirror what she saw made her cringe.  Rory was behind her, following a little too close, she thought.  When he saw that she saw him he motioned her to pull over. At the first opportunity she did so and Rory pulled in behind her.  She stayed in the car but rolled down the window.

“Hi, honey.  What are you doing here at this time of day?”  She asked as innocently as possible.

“Don’t even try, Jillian.  I saw you as I passed and you know exactly what I am doing here at this time of day.  You turn this car around and get your butt home and stay there.  We will discuss this later.”

“But, honey, I am supposed to meet Lynda and go to a planning luncheon for the annual bazaar.”

“Did you hear what I said?  You get your butt home and stay there. I don’t give a damn about Lynda or any luncheon.  And you better not be putting your anger into that gas pedal, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she meekly replied.

Rory got back in his truck and as he passed her he motioned her to get going.  She pulled on her seat belt and started the car but first she dialed Lynda to tell her she would not be able to meet her.  She hoped she would get her voicemail so she didn’t have to come up with an excuse.  Rory worked with Jett, Lynda’s husband, so she knew any excuse she used would be useless.  She lucked out Lynda’s voicemail kicked in.

She pulled out carefully and got back on the road.  The closer she got to home the harder her foot hit the gas pedal.  She was just ready to turn off onto their road when she heard the siren, looked into her mirror and saw the Sheriff’s car.

“Damn” she thought.

Matt Hensen stepped out of the car.  He had gone to school with Rory and Jillian.  In a town the size of Cedar Bend, everybody knew everybody. 

“Hey Jillian, going a little fast weren’t you?”

“Was I?, I didn’t notice”. 

“Jillian, you know the speed limit on this section of road slows to 40 around the turn.  I was going 65 just trying to catch up to you after you whizzed by me at Clinton Corners.  I’m going to have to ticket you.”

“Oh, please, can’t you just cut me a break.  I’m almost home and if I get a ticket today Rory will go ballistic.”

“Can’t cut you any more breaks.  You have a reputation for a lead foot and every deputy on staff has cut you a break at least once.  Maybe getting a ticket will get you to slow down.”  

He started to write out the ticket and told her he would do her a favor of saying she was only doing 48 mph instead of the 70 she had to be going.

“Gee, thanks.” She said sarcastically.

“Don’t go all snippy.  I just saved you about $200 in fines, not to mention points on your license”  he said.

“I apologize, it’s just that Rory is so adamant about driving at a safe speed and this ticket is going to really put me in hot water.”

“Sorry about that, but you did it to yourself."  He told her to have a nice day and walked back to his car.  Over his shoulder he said that if she were his wife she would have been in trouble long before now.

Maybe so, Jillian thought, but I bet she wouldn’t be over his knee getting her butt blistered.  Rory was a throwback.  She knew when she married him what she could expect.  He was very up front about it from the beginning and she had agreed.  It never occurred to her how many times she would be spanked. Her daddy had never spanked her and Rory told her he figured that was the problem.   He considered it his duty to correct that problem so she found herself looking at the carpet pattern at least once a week.  Sometimes, even more.  He had to be the prickliest man around .

She was thinking why had she married him and this little voice in her head kept saying because along with being the prickliest man he was also the most desirable guy around.  She drooled over him in high school and when he finally noticed her in senior year she was already a goner.  He was the quarterback of the football team and every girl within fifty miles wanted to date Rory Patrick.  Rory was six feet two, with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes.  He had a football players’ physique then and it had not changed one bit.  He had filled out in all the right places and he still drew female attention wherever he went.  He never seemed to notice the attention but she did and she went out of her way to let them know he was taken.

Rory enlisted in the service after high school and did two tours before coming back to Cedar Bend for good. They broke up many times because of his inflexibility but it never stuck. Being in the service sure didn’t help with that – it had gotten worse.  But she loved him and just couldn’t stay away.  When he returned to Cedar Bend and asked her to either marry him or stay away from him, she agreed to marry him.  That was ten years ago and he was still trying to keep her out of trouble. 

Pulling into the driveway she thought about how much she loved driving her little red Mustang convertible, playing rock n’ roll music with her hair flying in the wind.  If he didn’t want her to speed why did he buy her that car.  He knew what she was like.  It was like dangling a carrot to give her that car and not expect her to speed.  Well today she knew that her tush was going to be as red as that car, especially after he found out about the speeding ticket.

She made sure to make the bed, a real pet peeve of his; pick up the dog poop in the yard, another bugaboo; and made cream puffs, one of his favorites.  Maybe, just maybe if she could change his mood a little he might take it easier on her.  She doubted it but a girl could hope.  Then there was that damn ticket, maybe I won’t mention that until another day, but I have to tell him.  He’ll find out anyway and if he does from someone else, it will be much worse.  Damn, living in a small town can be a pain in the butt, in more ways than one.

Jillian was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top when he came home.  God, she was something.  Thirty-five years old and she still looked like a teenager.  Unfortunately, she acted like one too many times to count.  But she stirred his blood in every way you could think of, always had.  He hated that he had to burn her bottom when what he really wanted to do was carry her up to bed and make mad passionate love to her.  He could tell she was nervous.  He wanted to keep her that way for a while.  He went upstairs, hopped into the shower and changed into cut-off shorts and a tee shirt.  He came back down, went into the kitchen and got a tall, cool drink.  He took it out to where she was and asked her how the rest of her day went.  She really started to squirm now – he knew something was up, something more than him catching her earlier in the day.  He would just wait until she finally couldn’t keep it in anymore and she would spill it out.  A few questions later and sure enough she told him about the speeding ticket.  She saw he was trying to control his anger and started to say she was sorry.  He pushed her away.  That little vein was pulsing in his forehead; she wasn’t afraid of him but afraid for him.  She thought he might explode he was so angry.  He turned and walked away.  Jillian watched him kick the tires on his truck over and over. 

Jillian finally walked into the house and watched out the kitchen window.  When she saw him coming she sat down and waited.  He appeared calmer and when he spoke it was in his usual tone but his speech pattern was a little slower, which was a sure sign of his irritability.

“Jillian, how many times have we gone over this same issue?  I don’t know what to do to make you aware how dangerous speeding can be. I love you and I want you to be around when we’re old.  I don’t want to go out on an accident call some day and find you wrapped around a pole, or overturned in a ditch, it would kill me.”

She had tears running down her cheeks, she had never considered his feelings or concerns in this matter.

“I am so sorry, Rory.   I just don’t think about it, it just feels so good while I’m flying down the road.  I’m so very sorry to cause you such worry.  I’ll do anything you want”.

She stood up, went over to her purse, dug out her keys and handed them to him.

“Keep these until you think I deserve to have them back.”  

He was so surprised by her action.  It almost took the wind out of his sails, but it didn’t lessen his resolve to teach her a lesson.

“I will take these.  It saves me from asking for them.  You will get them back after you’ve taken a defensive driving course.  It will open your eyes and might make an impression on you.  However that doesn’t solve the problem of how you continue to disregard my feelings – so I am still going to wear you out.

With that he told her to go upstairs, he was right behind her.  He told her to lie over the bed and went to his dresser.  He opened the top drawer and took out the paddle and grabbed his belt from the closet.  The strap came down on her behind over and over again.  She didn’t think she could take anymore and cried out.  He stopped for a moment and told her to get up.  He removed her shorts and panties and put her over his knee and picked up the paddle.

“Please, Rory.  No more.  It hurts so bad.”

“An accident would hurt a lot worse, think about this the next time you decide to put the pedal to the metal.”

Her punished tush was already a series of red stripes but he intended to make it even redder.  He paddled her twelve times.  She was a crying mess and her bottom and thighs were the color of her car.  He lifted her up and held her.  She snuggled into his shoulder and stayed there until he picked her up and lay down on the bed next to her.  She continued to sob as he tried to comfort her by gently talking with her, telling her how much he loved her and how he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to her.  She finally quieted as he continued to stroke her hair and face. Her breathing slowed and he realized she had fallen asleep.  He quietly got up and looked down at her. 

My sweet little angel with the red tush, how could he ever live without her he thought as he silently crept out of the room.

Sunday, July 28, 2013


We have finally arrived.  We have been sitting outside, the windows are open and the a/c is off, using a blanket on the bed and the socks have even been brought out and seeing green.  Okay, it's July in California so it's not as green as it is say in May, but it's greener than AZ.  Some people go for brown, I like green.  You know what else is great, I look out in the morning and I see the marine layer - you know what that means - the ocean is nearby.  YEAH.

The trip was pretty uneventful.  We only hit two traffic snags, one coming through the grapevine, and then again on north 101 right before we got to our destination. The scenery is beautiful coming up via I 5 and 101.  Well, once you get past the desert and LA. Just watching the landscape change mile by mile is pretty fascinating to me.  I am always wondering how people populated some of these remote areas way back when. Miles and miles of vineyards and other agricultural crops in field after field. Some of the crops were being harvested and others newly planted.  Lots of lettuce and kale and other than that I don't know, I'm a city girl.  

We're staying in the same place we were last year.  It's very pretty, in a valley surrounded by large boulders and towering eucalyptus trees. God willing and the creek don't rise, we'll be here until sometime mid to late October.  When we come back for Christmas, we will either fly or just drive the car.  Gas is pricing us right out of this lifestyle.  

The grandkids have grown in size and maturity.  No more little boys - just young men.  Wow, where does the time go.  Everyone is doing wonderful and have adopted well to their new geographic location. The grands miss their old friends because before they lived in a neighborhood where everybody knew everybody and their friends were either right next door or in the neighborhood.  Now they live in the country and things are spread out more so Daughter and SIL are always transporting them somewhere.

That's it for now.  Off to the Gilroy Garlic Festival.  Don't ask.  Stop by tomorrow for another new story.  Also, I have a treat for you on Wednesday.  There will be a new story posted but not written by me.  It's by Lucy Appleby and you might know her as flopsybunny.  She has her own blog and has authored many books.   Ronnie, over at Heart and Soul, recently posted one of her stories.  

I am still begging for book reviews so if you get a minute, please drop by Amazon or LSF Publications  and write a review? Only if it's good, of course.  Thanks.  If you hurry you can be the first.  lol

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Knowing When to Keep Quiet

On their wedding night, the young bride
approached her new husband and asked
For $20.00 for their first lovemaking
In his highly aroused state,
her husband readily agreed.
This scenario was repeated each time they made
love, for more than 40 years, with him thinking that it was a
cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that
she needed.
Arriving home around noon one day, she was
surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state.
During the next few minutes, he explained that
his employer was going through a process of corporate
downsizing, and he had been let go.
It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to find
another position that paid anywhere near what
he'd been earning, and therefore, they were financially ruined.
Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which
showed more than forty years of steady deposits and interest totaling
nearly $1 million. Then she showed him certificates of deposits issued
by the
bank which was worth over $2 million,
and informed him that they
were one of the largest depositors in the bank.
She explained that for more than
three decades she had 'charged' him for sex,
these holdings had multiplied and these were the
results of her savings and investments.

Faced with evidence of cash and investments
worth over $3 million, her husband was so astounded he could
barely speak, but finally he found his voice and blurted out,
'If I'd had any idea what you were doing,
I would have given you all my business!'

That's when she shot him.

You know, sometimes, men just don't know when
To keep their mouths shut

Hope you laughed as much as I did.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

Wednesday, July 24, 2013


Come tomorrow we will finally be on the road to California.  Hip, hip hooray.  Just two weeks later than planned.

We're so looking forward to see our kids and grandkids. The ocean is calling us too.

Have a good day and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Sparks and Spanks

Donna hated waiting.  Dennis knew that but time was not important to him and the more Donna harped, the more Dennis balked.  He was trying to teach her that she couldn’t control everything and she sure wasn’t controlling him anymore.

The first twenty years of their marriage she had him dancing on a string.  She was in charge and control of everything.  When they started out he worked two jobs trying to get a down payment on their first house and then they got pregnant.  When he opened his insurance agency most of his appointments were nights and weekends.  It was only natural that Donna had taken charge of the home front.  The problem was that as she became more and more dominant he became less and less engaged in their life and marriage.  It was just easier to stand back and let her take over.  It was almost as if she was his mother rather than his wife and she treated him like one of their kids. 

When the kids went off to college, Dennis realized their marriage was in real trouble.  If  Donna didn’t recognize it, he did.  He loved her as much as the day they married but he didn’t like her anymore.  Something had to change.  He tried very hard to bring up the subject on numerous occasions but Donna was always too busy.  He finally nailed her down and told her they needed a weekend together.  He booked a room at a Bed & Breakfast they had always wanted to try.

On Friday evening, they had dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the river.  He was going to broach the subject but as he gazed at his wife across the table, he just couldn’t do it.  He thought to himself, I am afraid of my own wife, if this isn’t a testament to how much trouble we are in, I don’t know what is.  He told her that tomorrow morning before they started their day he needed to have a serious discussion with her.

Donna shook her head and said “Sure, whatever you want Dennis”.  If that were only true, were the words going through his head. 

The next morning, Dennis awoke to the sounds of the shower.  He stepped into the bathroom, relieved himself and flushed the toilet.  Donna let out a howl.  As she was turning off the faucet she began shouting at him that he was the most inconsiderate man on the planet, didn’t he know not to flush when she was in the shower.  She stepped out of the shower and was fighting mad.  He mumbled he was sorry and handed her a towel that she threw back at him while continuing to harangue him.  When she came up to him and started pointing her finger at him like a recalcitrant child his manhood awakened  from a long dormant sleep.  He found himself grabbing her finger and then her hand and hauling her over the bathroom vanity.  He began raining down spanks on her wet behind.  The sound reverberated in the tiled bathroom and each spank was punctuated by Donna’s screech.

“Stop that” she was yelling at him.  

The more she yelled the harder he spanked.  He happened to look in the mirror above the vanity and saw his hand making contact with her now red behind.  It was as if he was watching a movie -he couldn’t believe he was spanking her and he couldn’t stop.  He was enjoying himself.  All of his pent up frustration was being transferred to her bottom.  When his hand began to hurt, he gave her a few more spanks and watched her red bottom quiver as his hand made contact.  She had quieted sometime back and was just accepting what he was doling out.  He stopped and stepped back, clearly waiting for her to come up swinging.  She surprised him.

“I would appreciate a little privacy right now, if you don’t mind” she told him with a deadly calm to her voice.

“I don’t know what came over me, Donna.  I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not.  You’ve pushed and pulled me so much over the years that your finger pointing was the last straw.  I just reacted.”

“Some privacy please.”

Dennis left the room and sat on the bed.  A few minutes later Donna walked out of the bathroom, her robe tucked neatly around her. Dennis wasn’t sure what to do – they had never been in this situation before and Donna’s deadly calm frightened him more than the usual expected behavior.  She didn’t say a word as she began laying out her clothing.  She removed her bathrobe and he could see her reddened bottom and it turned him on.  He felt his erection growing larger by the minute.  As he watched her reach for her underwear he went to her and held her in his arms.  He felt her stiffen but began rubbing his hands down her back and over her sore behind.  She felt his erection and moved into him.  Before long they were both entwined on the bed and enjoyed the best sex they’d had in years.  As they both lay spent, he reminded her he wanted to talk to her.

“Let’s go down and get some breakfast first and then we can talk.  Is that okay with you Dennis?"

Wow, he thought.  She actually asked my opinion.  He couldn’t remember when that had last happened.  He told her that would be fine and while she finished getting dressed he would hop in the shower.  They went down to breakfast and after choosing their selection from the buffet, took a seat.  Donna winced when her bottom connected with the wooden chair.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“A little tender, Dear”

“Just a little, sweetie”

After breakfast he asked if she wanted to take a walk down by the river. Donna actually reached for his hand as they walked. They came to a bench and he suggested they sit and talk.  He told her he wasn’t sure just how or what to say so that it didn’t sound so harsh but he was just going to  spit it out.

“I hate what our lives have become Donna and I don’t want to live like that anymore.  Something has to change.”

Donna was shocked.  She knew that things hadn’t been right between them for some time but didn’t realize he felt so strongly.  Her first reaction was defensive and she raised her voice as she said.

Are you saying you want out of our marriage?”

“I love you Donna but I don’t like what you have become.  You are like one of those harradins you read about in novels. What I am saying is that our marriage is in trouble. You treat me more like one of the kids than your husband.  I feel like all I am good for is a paycheck.”

“After this morning, do you still think that.”

“What happened this morning Donna? You pointed your finger at me and I spanked you.  We had great sex.  It doesn’t fix what is wrong with our marriage.  Don’t get me wrong, the sex was great but there has to be more”

“What  do you want me to do.  I love you and I don’t want a divorce”

“I am not saying this is all your fault.  I am to blame for letting it go this long without stepping up.  The change has to come from both of us.”

They sat on the bench and talked for hours.  Each of them stating their case and they both listened to what the other had to say.  It was the most productive conversation they had in years.   Donna promised to treat Dennis more like a husband than a child and Dennis promised to be more attentive and to remind Donna when he felt she was getting out of hand.  They agreed to spend time together on the weekends starting with date night on Friday and a fun day on Sunday.
Donna asked him to explain why he had spanked her that morning.  Dennis said it was as much a surprise to him as to her.  She asked if it was something he planned on doing again and he said it wasn’t but he couldn’t promise that it would not reoccur if she pushed him too far.
“I was completely shocked by your actions Dennis and although it worked to bring my harangue to a halt and I enjoyed the aftermath, it’s not something I want repeated.”

“Donna,  you are no longer going to dictate to me what I will or will not do.  If anything, I will be dictating to you.  I realize it’s not going to be easy to change habits that have been in place for years but it is going to change”.

Donna nodded and Dennis took her hand and brought it to his lips.  We will make the changes we discussed and if we need to revisit some things we will.
Donna made a lot of changes over the next three months.  She treated Dennis with respect; asking his opinions, making his favorite meals, being less bossy. She slipped up occasionally and Dennis would simply remind her of their agreement.  Dennis, on the other hand, started bringing her flowers, telling her how much he appreciated all her efforts and generally being more loving. Their sex life, though better than before, still lacked the passion they had achieved at the Bed & Breakfast.   Donna wanted that back.  She had gone over it in her head many times and each time she came back to the fact that it had occurred after he had spanked her.  She hadn’t felt anything but shock and hurt during the spanking but when Dennis had held her in his arms and caressed her, her libido jumped into high gear.

One night not long after Donna had reached her conclusion, she waited until they were both snuggled in bed and brought up the subject.  Dennis agreed that he missed that spark too. 

“Our emotions were running high at that moment in time and I was turned on by seeing my handiwork on your bottom.  It was probably a combination of my testosterone and your acceptance of the spanking that heightened our sexual responses”

“I miss it and I want it back” 

“Oh so you are demanding now, are you, little lady.”

“Yes, and if you know what is good for you, you will do your darndest to grant my request, little man.

“How dare you call me, little man,” giving her a good smack on her bottom.

“Ouch," she cried and made a pouty face at him.

He pulled her to his side and smacked her again.  When she started fighting back he smacked her a little harder.  Before long, he had wrestled her over his lap and gave her right cheek a smart slap, following up with the same action on her left cheek.  She wriggled her bottom into his and could feel his erection. She reached back and pinched his leg, earning her another smack, followed by another and then another.  He heard her breathing change and gave her a few more spanks, each with a little more intensity.  He stopped and she pushed her butt higher into his hand. He smacked her again and then he stopped and rubbed his hand over her now pinked butt.  He found her slickness.

“I think you like being spanked, little girl”.

“I think you may be right little man,”

"Call me little man again and I might have to spank you again.

"Do what you must, little man." And they began dancing their dance.

The spark had been reignited and Dennis felt confident he had found the way to resolve any further marital issues and he was pretty sure Donna would agree.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sunday Funnies

Thanks everyone who stopped by yesterday to wish Ray a happy birthday.  He really enjoyed the comments and was surprised by how many birthday wishes he received. He knows many of you from hearing me talk about you but it was fun for him seeing that you took the time to stop by.  

We went out to dinner with friends last night.  Great food and great fun and yes he took care of me later. 

Condoms don’t guarantee safe sex anymore…..
A friend of mine was wearing one when he was shot by the woman’s husband.

I think it is just terrible and disgusting how everyone has treated Lance Armstrong,
especially after what he achieved, winning 7 Tour de France races, whilst on drugs.
When I was on drugs, I couldn't even find my frig’n bike.

A guy broke into my apartment last week. He didn’t take my TV, just the remote.
Now he drives by and changes the channels. Sick !!

On the morning that Daylight Savings Time ended I stopped in to visit my aging friend.
He was busy covering his penis with black shoe polish.
I said to him, "You better get your hearing checked - You're supposed to turn your clock back".

Just got scammed out of $25. Bought Tiger Woods DVD entitled "My Favourite 18 Holes".
Turns out it's about golf. Absolute waste of money! Pass this on so others don't get scammed.

Pregnant Prostitute

Doctor asks pregnant prostitute, "do you know who the father is?"
"For gosh sake, if you ate a can of beans would you know which one made you fart?"

Hope you got a chuckle out of these.  Some a little risque but what the heck we are all adults here.

Don't forget to stop by tomorrow morning for another new story.  Until then, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.