Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sneak Preview

Here is a little preview from Living The Dream.   Thank you for all your good wishes and encouragement.  It means so much - you are the best.

Their chance meeting ignited sparks and they exchanged numbers.  She expected him to call and when he didn't after a weeks time, she wrote him off.  Blair happens to see David but this time he is with another woman. David tries to chase her down but she drives off.  When fate intervenes a week later he runs into her once again and explains he has lost her number.  Blair doesn't believe him.

David was a little annoyed with Blair’s attitude.

“Are you angry with me? I explained about losing your number. May I have it again?

“Why, so you can lose it again? Or did you lose the number of the lady you were with the other day?”

“So that’s what this attitude is about. That woman happened to be my sister. Once again, I apologize but I really did lose your number. Can we start over?”

“How convenient to have your sister as an excuse?”

“I’m not in the habit of allowing people to call me a liar. I am a stickler for the truth.”

“Well, there’s always a first time for everything.”

“Maybe it’s a good idea that we didn’t get together because your attitude needs adjusting.”

“And just what do you mean by that, Mister?”

David got up very close and whispered in her ear. “What I mean is that maybe what you need is to be taken over someone’s knee.”

Don't forget to stop by tomorrow for another chapter in The Look of Love story of Erica and Scott Carson.  See you then for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, September 27, 2013

It Can't Be Friday Already

This is a big weekend for us, grandparent wise.  Today is a Grandparents Day Luncheon at the grand's school, then #1 grandson has a track meet at 5:00 which I'm quite sure will end in a family dinner afterward. Tomorrow is Homecoming Day at SIL's school, so football game in the afternoon.  We will have #2 grandson after that because our daughter and SIL will be chaperones at the Homecoming Dance and #1 has a sleepover.  There's a brunch on Sunday with everyone and then a barbecue in the evening.  By Sunday night Ray and I will be exhausted from all that fun.  Hope we have some energy left for some fun of our own.

Saw this picture yesterday and it says how I feel about my recent trip. We have very dear friends and he has been given an expiration date.  It's hard watching someone you love wither away.  Several times I caught myself and my friends with leaking eyes. We also laughed until we cried because you accumulate lots of memories over forty-five years.  Hopefully, Ray and I will get another chance to make some memories with them when we return at the end next month.  Don't want this to be about sadness but I loved the picture and thought it was beautiful.

Hope everyone has a good weekend.  There will be a new story up on Monday.  It's another chapter of The Look of Love story of Erica and Scott Carson.  Monday, my new book "Living the Dream" will be released and if I have time after posting this, I will find a snippet and make a scheduled post for Sunday.

Until then, see you later on Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

What type are you?

 I'm home and I think Ray missed me lots. It was a good trip but very tiring.  Didn't have much of a chance to read or comment on blogs so I'll be spending the next couple of days catching up. 

My niece had this on her FB page, so I stole it to share.  Made me laugh.

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Monday, September 23, 2013


He saw her pull in the driveway.  He could tell she didn’t realize he was home because he usually left the garage door open but his car was in for service and he had been dropped off.   He watched as she carefully pulled packages out of the back seat, sort them out, then put all but two of the bags in the trunk.  She had been at it again. 

Courtney was an over zealous shopper; he didn’t consider it compulsive but that she just loved to shop and couldn’t resist finding just the right gift for herself or someone else.  She always bought way more than was needed, not only for herself, but for friends and family.  They had a spare room that was filled with items Courtney had purchased and were destined for someone someday.  There were items hidden way back in her closet that had never seen the light of day since they were purchased. They could have opened their very own store.  Andrew had warned her that enough was enough.  When he had intercepted their last credit card bill he had gone ballistic – he told her any more buying had to be approved beforehand.  It wasn’t that they couldn’t pay their bills; to Andrew it was the money that was being wasted that could be put to better use. He had threatened to take away her credit cards,  take over their finances and put her on an allowance. It looked as if he had to make good on his word.

He thought he would have a little fun with her first, watch her squirm a bit before he confronted her about this little shopping spree.  She came into the house and almost jumped out of her skin when he greeted her as she walked in the front door with her packages.

“You frightened me.  I didn’t realize you were home.  Where is your car?”

He admired her attempt at covering her bases; she was always quick to deflect any bombs coming her way.  He grinned and told her about his car and that they would have to pick it up later.

“I don’t remember discussing your going shopping today.  Did I miss something or did you forget our last conversation or did you deliberately ignore it?”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t ignore it. The only thing I bought today was some bras and panties.  That hardly constitutes shopping, that’s necessities.”

“Normally, I would agree with you.  However, you have drawers filled with bras and panties and I see no need for you to purchase anymore.”

“But, babe, don’t you enjoy the show I put on for you when I have some new lingerie?”

“You know I do, but it’s never on long enough for me to remember.  Besides, I’m more interested in what’s in the garments than the garments themselves.”

“I hate when you call them “garments.  It makes it sound like I wear granny pants or something.”

He laughed, it was what his mother had always called her undergarments and although he knew Courtney hated the term he seemed to always revert back to it.

“Sorry, I’ll try to remember.  What I do remember is that I told you any purchases had to be approved prior to purchase.  So, I’ll take your credit cards now and you also are not in charge of our finances any more.  As of today, I will be taking over.  You will be given an allowance for food purchases and some pocket money, everything else will have to be pre-approved."

"That's not fair."

He handed her the purse and held out his hand.  As she handed over the cards, he tried very hard not to show the slightest bit of the amusement he was getting from this scenario.  She was like a little kid handing over her most beloved toy.  For a moment or two he actually thought she might shed some crocodile tears.  He took the cards, looked at them and asked if that was it. 


“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, that’s all the credit cards."

“Where are the debit cards?”

“You can’t expect me to give up those too.  What will I use for the unexpected expenses that come up?”

“You will have a food budget and if you need to use it for something other than food, I will reimburse you when presented with the receipt for the unexpected item.”

She pouted and said she hated him and he wasn’t being fair.

He laughed at her and told her he was being fair and she was acting just like a spoiled little girl instead of a grown woman.  She ran into the bedroom and said he could forget about seeing her new lingerie.  He smiled to himself thinking how she thought she had pulled one over on him because there were still packages in the car.  He couldn’t wait to watch her performance as he “found” the packages she had stowed in the trunk.

The garage called and said his car was ready for pick up.   He told Courtney about the car and he would return that pressure washer to Home Depot while they were out.  We can grab a bite to eat at the cute little cafĂ© we like so much.  He told her he would meet her at the car. She practically ran out of the bedroom to reach the car before him. 

“Put it in the backseat” she said.

He didn’t answer her, just grabbed the pressure washer from the garage and  headed toward the car automatically pressing the “key button” for the trunk.  He wished he could have seen her face but the opened trunk obscured his view.  He put the pressure washer down and picked up the packages and brought them around to her.

“What’s this Courtney, more garments?”

“Damn you, you knew they were there, you watched me and enacted that whole scenario for your enjoyment.  You are mean and you can find your own way to the garage."

Courtney grabbed the packages from his hand and took them into the house.  He was right on her heels, she turned around and threw the car keys at him. They barely missed his eye.  Now he was angry.  She was acting like a spoiled brat. He yelled at her to stop and she just kept ignoring him and walking toward the spare room with her parcels.

“If you know what’s good for you, you will stop and talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you, you jackass.”

“Well, I have something to say to you.  I may have watched you put those packages in the car but you fully intended to hide them from me because you knew you would be in trouble.  You do remember our previous conversation and yet you went ahead and ignored me.  Tomorrow, you are taking everything back.  Do you hear me?”

“The hell with you, I am not taking anything back. You are being a mean spirited SOB.”

With no thought to his actions, he reached for her and pulled her over to the couch. She was yelling at him to let her go.  At the couch, he sat down and positioned her over his lap and started to rain down spanks on her backside.  She was really yelling now and kicking up her legs.  The harder she kicked, the harder he spanked.  Suddenly, it hit him, he was spanking his wife.  He had never done that before.  Sure he’d thought about it a time or two when she acted petulant, but it was just a thought.  He wasn’t sure what to do now.  Did he keep spanking her? Did he apologize?  Would she report him for domestic abuse?  He decided the hell with it; in for a penny, in for a pound.  He pulled down her slacks and saw a lacy black thong in between two pink orbs.  He readjusted her so that her butt was raised a little higher and began painting the orbs a deeper shade of red.  He pushed his knee up a little higher yet and began coloring the spot where the thighs met the buttocks.  He could feel the heat and sting in his hand and figured her fanny had to be on fire, so he stopped.  She tried to get up, but he just held her there, resting his hand on her punished bottom.  She fought her way up and as she started to take off she almost fell because her slacks were still down around her ankles.  He lunged for her and couldn’t hold back his laughter.  Courtney’s face was as red as her butt had been minutes earlier.

“You think this is funny, you Neandethral.  Well it’s not.   You just spanked me. How dare you?”

“I’m sorry I laughed but you looked so funny trying to run away with your pants around your ankles.  I did just spank you and I am not the least bit sorry.  I don’t know what came over me but it was an instant reaction at first then  I decided to finish what I started.   With every smack your beautiful ass turned redder and I thought about the deceit and lies that brought us to that point.  Let me tell you, Mrs. Taylor, it felt good and no matter how angry you may be at me, it was worth it.  Now go do what you’re going to do and meet me in the car” he told her in a very stern voice.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.  After what you just did you expect me to do something for you.  Guess again, buddy.”

“Well, as I see it you have two choices you can either get in the car or you can get back over my knee.  I’ll give you ten seconds to make up your mind,  1...2…3…4…5...6...7   I’m warning you, don’t push your luck Courtney. 8…9."

He watched her move toward the door.

“Smart girl, now let’s get our chores done and have a nice dinner and maybe check out that new piano bar down on Chestnut and tomorrow you can return your new garments.” He chortled when he saw her face.

'Guess again, Mr. Taylor.' she thought to herself.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Fall Has Arrived

Friday, September 20, 2013

Weight Control

All I can say is that in my case there would be enough weight around to make a couple more people.
  • Word!

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    Scheduled Post

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


  • This is funny but just like life, there's a lesson at the end.

    A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside. "That laundry is not very clean; she doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looks on, remaining silent. Every time her neighbor hangs her wash to dry, the young woman makes the same comments. A month later, the woman is surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and says to her husband: "Look, she's finally learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this? " The husband replies, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows." And so it is with life... What we see when watching others depends on the clarity of the window through which we look


    I don't do windows and according to Ray he doesn't know how I see through my dirty glasses, so I guess the world looks this way to me most of the time. lol
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Monday, September 16, 2013

The Safe Word

Brad walked in the back door, walked over to the sink where Vera was standing and picked up a wooden spoon.  She nervously watched him as he came toward her.

“Hi, honey,” she managed to get out. 

“Don’t hi, honey me.  You are going to have one sore butt before I’m through.  I want your panties and jeans on the floor, bent over with your butt in the air and your hands on the counter.”

“But honey”

NOW and not another word”

Vera slowly began unbuttoning and removing her jeans.  Apparently not fast enough for Brad because she felt a sudden jerk and her jeans were on the floor.


“What did you just say?” Brad asked


Applejack was the safe word they had come up with when they first married. Brad stepped away from the counter leaving Vera bent over the counter. 

“I haven’t even started the discipline, why are you using the safeword?"

“Because you are too angry right now.  I would like you to take some time before beginning.  You always said you would never spank in anger and right now you are much too angry”.

He laid down the wooden spoon right in front of her and stomped to the door. He told her to stay just where she was.  He would be back after he calmed down.  She started to object but the look he gave her was enough to silence her.

“You just stay there and think about what you did and what’s coming, understand.”

“Yes, sir.”

Vera always knew she would be in a domestic discipline marriage because Brad cautioned her very early on in their courtship about his expectations.  His parents and two brothers had this kind of marriage and they were still together and happy.  His sister, who did not, had been divorced. She agreed because she loved him and knew he would never do anything to cause her harm. She was young and in love and never really thought about everything this kind of relationship would entail.

If you asked her she would swear she was spanked nearly every other day the first year they were married. Brad cut her no slack; he said she was an intelligent girl and knew what he expected and how she was to behave.  It was all very new to her. Vera had been raised in a household of free thinkers. Of three brothers and two sisters, she was the youngest. By the time she came along her parents were worn out and she pretty much did whatever she pleased with no consequences.  Considering the circumstances, she was a well behaved child, loved school, had lots of friends and boyfriends and really caused no trouble at all.

When she met Brad she was a junior in college and studying to become a teacher.  He was a BMOC.  The quarterback of the football team, a baseball star, Class President and was going to graduate summa cum laude at the end of the year. He was gorgeous – six feet two inches with broad shoulders, well toned, long legs and a very sexy looking butt. He had dark brown, almost black hair and beautiful blue eyes that twinkled when he spoke.  His killer smile and gentlemanly manners had every girl on campus swooning whenever he paid the slightest bit of attention to them.  Vera was no different.  They met when another student had bumped into her and sent her sprawling.  Her books and papers strewn out around her on the ground and the big lump had just kept on going.  Brad was with a bunch of his friends and he immediately came over to help her up and to pick up her items. He offered her his hand and she felt an electrical jolt as their hands touched.  So much so that he actually stepped back for a moment before reaching out again.  She noticed the size of his hands and much later often thought that might have been a “sign” because those hands were tough as steel and covered every inch of her behind when she was naughty. 

After helping her up, his friends handed her the books and papers and all she could manage was a very quiet “thank you”.  He told her she was most welcome and apologized for the guy who didn’t have manners enough to fix the havoc he had wrought.

She blushed and said that was okay, at least she got to meet a campus legend.  It was his turn to blush.  He told her that since she obviously knew him it was only fair that he get to know her, starting with her name.  He turned and told his friends to go on; he would catch up with them later.  He walked with Vera to her next class.  When class was over she was surprised to see him standing outside the door.

Except for a few bumps here and there they were always together after that.  Brad graduated the year before Vera and was already established in his professional career when Vera received her degree.  They married that summer and moved into a starter home Brad had already purchased. Vera found a job teaching school in a nearby charter school and needed transportation. Her very first spanking was the result of an argument in the auto dealership when shopping for that car.  She wanted a sporty convertible and he wanted a family car.  Neither would budge and when she called him a “jackass” in front of the salesman she knew her butt was toast.  She wasn’t wrong.  Brad stood up, offered his hand to the salesman and thanked him for his time.  He helped Vera out of the chair and placed his arm across her back ushering her out of the showroom.  He lectured her on the drive home about respect and how he would never disrespect her the way she had disrespected him, especially in front of a stranger.  He told her she had a punishment spanking coming and when they got home she was to go to their bedroom, remove all clothing below the waist and wait for him.

She was very nervous sitting in her bedroom awaiting her doom.  She had never been spanked as punishment before.  Her parents had delivered a few swats here and there but always over clothing.  Brad had playfully spanked her a few times but nothing serious.  She didn’t know what to expect. She was trembling when he walked into the room.  He brought her over to the bed and told her to get across his lap.  She tripped on the carpet she was so nervous.  He assisted her and he lectured her some more on what he expected of her.  She told him she was very scared.  He told her this spanking would hurt but when it was over he would hold her and the episode would be forgiven and forgotten.  He explained about safewords and Vera picked Applejack. It was the name of a stuffed horse she had when she was a child and sat on her bed this very day.  He told her she was only to use the word if she truly needed to and if she used it to know it would only be a stop gap and not a reprieve.  She was already sobbing before his hand landed for the first time. After twenty swats she was almost hysterical but she didn’t use the safe word.  She hadn’t used it ever until now.

She was still remembering that first spanking when Brad walked back into the kitchen.  It had seemed like hours and her back was starting to hurt from being bent over.  She sneaked a quick look at the clock and realized only fifteen minutes had gone by. He picked up the spoon and asked her if she was ready.

“Have you calmed down any Brad?  You were very angry.”

“Yes, I have.  You made the right call.  I was very angry with you.  Now I am disappointed in the decision you made to disobey me.  I  am still angry but it will not affect the spanking I am about to deliver.  Tell me, Vera, why you are about to get spanked”

“I went out with Lila last night after you told me not to see her anymore.”

“And, what happened during the evening?”

“Lila had too much to drink again and ended up leaving me stranded.  I called my brother to take me home instead of calling you”.

“Did you not think I would find out about this, or did you plan on lying to me?”

“I didn’t think about it”

“You’re right, you didn’t think about it.  I just happened to run into Dick and he asked if you were alright today?  Obviously, it wasn’t only Lila who had too much to drink.”

“I’m sorry Brad.  Can we just get this over with?  My back hurts.”

“I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you.  In a minute it’s not only your back that’s going to be hurting.”

With that he started spanking her, at first with his hand and when he thought she was warmed up enough to tolerate the spoon he picked it up and began peppering her backside, sit spots and thighs.  She was kicking and trying to escape the stinging spanks to no avail.  He just pushed her back down and held her imprisoned while he continued to rain down the bamboo spoon on her bottom. Her bottom was cherry red and he felt she had enough, so he stopped. He could see the outline of spoon in several places and knew she would be feeling the effect of this spanking for a day or so.  She stood up and pushed her arms back to rub her stinging bottom.  He held her hands and turned her into his arms.  He hugged her and gave them the comfort they both needed after a hard punishment.  He told her he was sorry he had to spank her so hard but he wanted it to be a reminder to listen to him.  He said he didn’t like disciplining her but she had disobeyed him and betrayed his trust by telling him she was going out with the girls.  He said he didn’t want her to see Lila for a reason and he hoped this spanking would be a reminder of that fact.

“I love you so very much.  You know you can always count on me to be there for you.  I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t trust me enough to come get you last night.”

“I love you too Brad and I am sorry I disappointed you.  I will tell Lila that I won’t be going out with her again.  Now, can I pull my pants back up please, or do you have other plans.” She said as she grinned at him.

“Only if you do”, he answered.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Live Without Pretending

 Saw this and just had to share.  Can't help but think what a wonderful world this would be if we all lived this way.  


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Friday, September 13, 2013

My Story



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Sunday, September 8, 2013

Eye Catchers???

Some things that caught my eye.  Maybe they will catch yours.  Have a great day.

    Hahaha!! - BK

Come by tomorrow for another chapter in the lives of Ken and Melody in  Blame It On The Jeans.

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Friday, September 6, 2013


The other day I posted what I thought was a joke. An anonymous comment pointed out that Russell Larson was a real person but the headstone was wrong. I looked up the URL he gave me and this is what I found.

     RUSSELL LARSEN - 12/6/21 - 1/26/83  The tombstone really reads:

            Two things I love most.  Good Horses and Beautiful Women.
            When I die I hope they tan this old hide of mind and make it
            into a Ladies Riding Saddle so I can rest in peace between the
            two things I love most.

Since this is posted on the Logan City, Utah website, I figure it must be true.  He must have been quite a character.

Thank you anonymous.

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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Ten Life Lessons

A Cowboy Tombstone:

Here are five things for men to follow for a happy life.  Russell J. Larsen inscribed these on his headstone.  

1. It's important to have a woman who helps at home, cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.

2.  It's important to have a woman who can make you laugh.

3.  It's important to have a woman who you can trust and doesn't lie to you.

4.  It's important to have a woman who is good in bed and likes to be with you.

5.  This is the most important lesson of all.  Make sure these four woman don't know each other or you could end up dead like me.



An old woman walked up and tied her mule to the hitching post.  She stood there brushing some of the dust from her face and clothes.  A young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger obviously had too much whiskey, looked at the old woman and laughed saying:

              "Hey old woman, you ever been dancing?"

             "No, I never have, never really wanted to." she replied

 He started shooting at the old woman's feet.  Not wanting to get her toe blown off, she started hopping around and the crowd that had gathered began laughing.  When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun, turned around and started back in the saloon.  The old woman turned to her pack mule and pulled out a double barrelled shotgun, cocked both hammers.  The loud clicks carried clearly through the thin desert air and the crowd immediately stopped laughing.  The young gunslinger, hearing the sound, turned very slowly.  The crowd watched as the gunman stared at the old woman and the twin barrels of the shotgun.

             "Son, have you ever licked a mule's ass."

            "No Ma am, but I've always wanted to."

The moral of this story is

1. Never be arrogant.

2.  Don't waste ammunition.

3. Liquor makes you think you're smarter than you are.

4.  Always  make sure you know who has the power, and

5.  Don't mess with old women, they didn't get old by being stupid.

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Monday, September 2, 2013

A Tanned Tush

"Are you going to behave now?"  She nodded yes.

He had just bent her over the counter and given her backside ten or so swats with the bamboo spoon.  He walked into the other room and realized he had forgotten to pick up his glasses.  When he came back into the kitchen, there she stood skirt still up, rubbing her cute little red butt.

God, he loved her.  She was his whole world. How did he get so lucky? He thought.  She finally realized he was watching her and her hand moved away and her skirt fell back in place. 

Sheepishly she said “Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to do that, but it stings.”  He laughed.  “It’s supposed to sting. It means I did my job.” He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tight giving her a big kiss.

“I’m going to be late, honey.  I have to get going.”

He kissed her again, swatted her fanny and walked her out the door.  “I will see you tonite, babe.  Be careful.”

“You too, sweetie.”

She backed the car out of the driveway and was on her way.  As she sat on the freeway, her mind went back to earlier this morning.  Why do I put extra-added stress on him?  His job is stressful enough and if he says he cannot get off, then he cannot. They had planned to go away this weekend.  It was the last official weekend of the summer and she had wanted to go to the beach.  This morning he told her he could not get away.  He was working a case and he doubted it would be resolved by this weekend.  He urged her to take one of her girlfriends and go without him.  She balked at that idea and harangued him about work being more important than her.  The argument escalated and the next thing she knew she was leaned over the counter, her skirt lifted and getting her fanny warmed. She could still feel a little warmth, and not just from the spanking. 


They met when he gave her a parking ticket when he was a patrol officer and new to the force.  She parked in front of a fire hydrant and went into the bank to make a quick deposit.  She came back to the car just as he had taken the ticket book out of his patrol car. She hadn’t been gone more than five minutes and she tried pleading her case.  He started writing the ticket.

“You’re not going to give me a warning, Officer?”

“The sign you are standing in front of is the warning.  You didn’t observe the warning, so you are getting a ticket.” He told her.

“Boy, you are a real stickler for the law, aren’t you?”

“Doing my job, Miss, that’s all.” Handing her the ticket book, he asked for her signature.

“I am not signing that.  If I hadn’t come back when I did the ticket would just be on my windshield, so a signature is not necessary.”

“Suit yourself.” He tore off the ticket and handed it to her.

That was their auspicious beginning.  Weeks later, she ran into him in the grocery store.  

He looked so cute, dressed in his uniform, with the plastic shopping cart hanging on his wrist.  She went up to him and introduced herself.  He told her he remembered her and asked if she had parked in front of any hydrants lately. One thing led to another and she had a date for the following Friday night and as it turned out for the rest of her life.

 Aaron was now a detective with the Los Padres Police Department.  He was still so very cute, but didn’t wear a uniform any more.  He loved his job, he was very good at it; and he was still a stickler.  She knew that oh so well. This morning was a prime example.

Right from the beginning, he would deliver a swat to her backside if she did or said something he didn’t like.  She thought it was sexy. Once they married though, she had a different take on this issue after he gave her the first real spanking. He had worked the night shift and was at home sleeping.  The doorbell rang and she had ran to the door so that it wouldn't wake him.  She opened the door to a stranger who asked to use the phone.  She let him in to use the phone and after he made a call, she couldn’t get him back out of the house.  She told him her husband was upstairs but he didn’t believe her.  He started putting moves on her and as she pushed him to the door, he tripped over the umbrella stand and it crashed to the floor.  Her husband came running out of the bedroom with gun in hand.  The guy saw him and took off running.  When Aaron found out what she had done, he was beside himself.  He started lecturing her and then pulled her over his knee and gave her the first spanking she had since she was a kid.  She didn’t think that was too sexy. It hurt like hell and she didn’t think it would ever end.  When it did, she knew she would never open the door to a stranger again.  

The pattern was established and consent never discussed.  When she made a foolish choice, she ended up over his knee.  It was as simple as that. It didn’t bother her.  She still thought it was somewhat sexy that he was so protective of her well-being, even if it did hurt. 

Later that day she got a call from one of her friends inviting her and Aaron to a beach party over the Labor Day Weekend.  She told Betsy that Aaron had to work and Betsy told her to come anyway.   Many people she knew would be there, she wouldn’t feel like a third wheel and it would be a good time.  She finally agreed because otherwise, she would be sitting home and brooding and that wouldn’t go over too well with Aaron.  

Later that evening she told Aaron about Betsy’s invitation.

“I’m glad you decided to get out.  It will be better for you than sitting home.”

“Yes, but I will be gone for two days.”

“I know, honey, but I’ll be working and won’t have that much time to miss you.”

“OOOOHH, that makes me feel so much better.” She told him snottily.

“You know what I mean.” He laughed and grabbed her into his big burly arms and hugged her. 

“C’mon, let’s go fool around.”  She looked at him and saw that twinkle in his eye.  She disengaged himself and took off.

“Catch me if you can.” She yelled over her shoulder.

“Oh, I’ll catch you, and when I do, you are going to get it.”

“Lord, I hope so.”
Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend dawned bright and sunny.  She rolled over and snuggled up to Aaron.  Her fingers gently began exploring his torso, slowly and gently moving toward his manhood.  While he was moaning softly and lolled into complacency  that is when her fingers grabbed his testicles and squeezed.  He jumped and in one move rolled her over on her tummy and spanked her behind. She was squealing with delight until the slaps got a little harder.

“Stop, stop.  I’m sorry,” she said giggling.  He smacked a little harder.

“Stop, now, it’s not funny anymore.” Still giggling.

“When my balls stop smarting, I’ll stop smacking.  Until then missy, your ass is mine.”  Although his voice was stern, he stopped spanking as hard and she could tell by the look on his face this was just for fun.  She was wriggling away from his punishing hand and he allowed it to happen. He rolled her over and his fingers felt her wetness.  He teased and tormented until they both wanted release.  He entered her in one long hard thrust and before long he could feel her muscles contracting and he pulled all the way out and pushed back in for one long final push and they both climaxed.  She started to rise out of bed and he pulled her back.

“I really will miss you, you know that don’t you?” he asked her very sincerely.

“Of course, I know that and I will miss you too.  I intend to have a good time though, I’m just sorry you won’t be there.”

“Me too, but you better behave yourself, or else.”

“Or else, what?  What happens there stays there.  Isn’t that what the tv ad says?”

“That’s Las Vegas, not the beach and I am a detective remember, I will find out.”  He laughed and she laughed with him.


The traffic to the beach was horrendous. She moved about three miles in an hour.  The hell with this, she thought.  I think I’ll just turn around and go back home.  The traffic was still bad but not as bad.  She stopped at the mall and hoped the traffic would eventually thin out.  Aaron wouldn’t be home anyway so there was no rush.  While shopping she ran into a friend she hadn’t seen in a while.  They  chatted for a while and then decided to stop in and have a drink and a nosh.  She didn’t realize how long she had been gone until her phone rang.  It was Aaron.

“Are you okay?  Where the hell are you?” he demanded.

“I’m at the mall, having a drink with Beverly Wilson, remember her.  I used to work with her at B…

“I don’t give a damn how you know her.  Betsy called and wondered what time you would be there.  I told her you left at 9:45 and should have been there by now.  Why didn’t you call either me or Betsy to let us know you changed plans?” He was talking so loud Beverly could hear his end of the conversation.

“I’m sorry.  I forgot about calling Betsy and I knew you wouldn’t be home.  We just lost track of the time.”

“I was worried when you hadn’t reached the beach.  Do me a favor and call Betsy.   I’ll see you later and make sure you get something to eat before heading home.  I love you.”

She already told Beverly about how she had ended up at the mall.  “Husbands can be so domineering at times. Sometimes, I think he forgets I’m a grown woman.”

“I know what you mean.   Jerry can get that way too.  I just blow it off.”

‘Yeah, well mine is a cop and he has some definite ideas so I don’t get to blow it off.”  She wanted an end to this conversation quickly.

The waiter took their order for more wine and some appetizers.  Another gal they knew came by and joined them.  They were having a great time when the phone rang again and it was Aaron.  She looked at the time and knew she was in deep water. I think I won’t answer this time.  I’ll text him in a little while when I’m on my way home, that way it won’t be a lie.  She quickly told the girls she had to leave.

“Aaron again” Beverly asked. 

“Yes, and I better be on my way.  It was great meeting up with you and we should do this more often.”

“Same here and yes, you better get home before you are arrested or is it grounded?” Beverly said laughingly.

“Maybe both” she laughingly answered back.  Actually, grounded or arrested sounded better than the spanking she knew she was going to get.

Traffic was not a problem on the way home.  She called Betsy and apologized and then texted Aaron.  Aaron’s car wasn’t in the driveway when she got home and she sighed with relief.  It didn’t last long, he must have pulled into the garage because when she walked in he was sitting in the living room waiting for her. 

“Hi, honey.  Did you get my text?  I don’t know how I missed your call.  I guess it was pretty noisy in Wyndam’s.”

“Do you really think you should be lying right now?  How much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t think more than a couple of glasses of wine.”

“Uh Huh.  And how long were you in Wyndam’s?”

“Okay, so maybe more than a couple of glasses.  I did have appetizers though just as you suggested.”

“Too little too late Sweetheart.  Come here.” And he pointed to his lap.  She walked over to him and he pulled her over his lap.  He began the lecture about drinking and driving and how could she endanger herself and others by doing something so foolish.  She already felt so bad she had disappointed him that the tears started to flow.  By the time he delivered the first spank, she was sobbing.  It didn’t deter him. He continued to spank, and when he stopped lecturing, he pulled down her shorts and panties and really began the spanking in earnest.  When he was done her bottom was well toasted.

“There, your tush has a nice color and you didn’t even go to the beach.” He told her as he sat her on his lap.

She couldn’t help but smile despite her red eyes, tear-stained face and throbbing rear end.

“Yeah, next time, remind me to use sunscreen.”