Sunday, January 26, 2014


Come on back tomorrow for another chapter in the life of Erica and Scott Carson.  Also tomorrow, after you've finished reading the story, drop over to Renee Rose Romance.  She has invited me to tout my latest release, Taming Maria.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Go On Over

On Wednesday I posted that my lastest book will be available today.  Go on over to my other blog, Leigh Smith to read a snippet.  Let me know what you think?

Taming Maria is available  at Amazon and LSF Publications

The cover fits the story perfectly (at least I think so).  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

Wednesday, January 22, 2014


I am excited to announce the release of my latest book.  TAMING MARIA will be available as of Saturday, January 25th at Amazon and LSF Publications. This is a sneak peak of the cover and the SATURDAY SPANKINGS post on my other blog will feature snippets from this new release.  I have to tell you I am really excited about this one, hope you are too.

I love the cover too

See you later on Aimless Ramblings

Monday, January 20, 2014

A Most Unusual Invitation

Ric Richards invited a few friends over to watch the football game on Sunday afternoon.  The only problem was he never checked with Elaine and Elaine’s Candlelight Party was scheduled for the same afternoon.

On Friday evening, they were out to dinner with friends when Jay casually mentioned that their team was the early game.

“I figure we should be there around 10:00 for the pregame stuff.  What do you want me to bring?”

“What are you talking about?” Elaine asked overhearing the conversation. 

“I’ve invited the guys over for the game on Sunday.”

“You are going to have to uninvite them because I’m having a party on Sunday.”

“Why do I have to change?”

“I’ve had this scheduled for weeks and it is on the calendar.”

“Did you ask me if it was okay to have a bunch of females over on a Sunday afternoon during football season?” he asked jokingly.

Elaine didn’t see the humor. 

“Yeah, right.  Just like you asked me if it was okay to have a bunch of guys hanging all over my family room all day on Sunday?  It’s bad enough YOU spend the entire football season camped out in front of the television.”

Jay said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to start a fight.”

“Cara, Is it okay if we have the guys over to our place? 

“Sure, that’s a great solution, because I’ll be at the Candlelight party anyway.  So you guys can hoot and holler all you want and I don’t have to listen.”

Elaine thanked Cara and Jay saying a crisis had been averted and Ric wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch tonight.  Everyone laughed.

During halftime of the game,  Mickey asked why the switch in location.

“Elaine scheduled some kind of party and I forgot to tell her.” Ric responded.

A conversation ensued and all the guys were chiming in about how their wives ran their lives. They argued the good and bad points of this arrangement. Most of them agreed they would like things to be different but in this day and age ‘macho man” didn’t cut it.  Jack piped in with that wasn’t the way things were in his household.

“What do you mean, Jack?  I see how you treat Nora.  You are always kissy kissy, holding hands.   Geez, do you ever have an argument?” Jay asked.

“Hell, yes.  As a matter of fact, we used to argue all the time.  We got to a point we actually thought about separating, it got so bad.”

“You’re a lying sack of shit, Jack.”

“I’m serious.  Ask Nora sometime.  When we were first married all we did was fight and argue.  She actually left me for a couple of weeks during our second year.  It was after that things changed.”

“Really, what happened?”

“Well, I’ll tell you.”  Just then, Mickey noticed the start of the second half and things got silent and all eyes turned to the television as they watched a guy on the opposing team run back the ball for 98 yards to score a touchdown to tie the game.  There wasn’t much conversation after that return and everyone concentrated on watching the game.  They all forgot about the conversation until the next time they were all together.  As usual, most of the wives were in one place, while the husbands were in another.  The only exception was Jack and Nora.  The guys started teasing Nora about being afraid to let Jack out of her sight.  She started to give them a piece of her mind when Jack touched her shoulder and suddenly she just smiled at them and went to join the other ladies.

“How did you do that?” Ric asked.  “Elaine would have been off like a rocket.”

“It’s how we do things.  If I think she is getting out of hand, I let her know to back away.”

“Wow, I’ll have to try that,” one of the other guys said.

“Good luck with that,” the rest of them chimed in.  They laughed it off.


When Nora felt Jack’s hand on her shoulder, with just the slightest pressure, she knew to back off.  To continue would only mean they would be having a discussion later and that discussion usually took place while she was either over the bed or over his knee.  He didn’t always spank her but there was always some sort of correction involved.  She would rather he spank her than some of the other imaginative things Jack thought of to make her see the error of her ways.  Sometimes he had her stand in the corner, write an essay and then read it to him while kneeling in front of him, or give her a time out, or send her to bed early. He was always coming up with something but, by far, the worst thing he had done was make her wear a short skirt to work wearing an anal plug, sans underwear. That day was the most uncomfortable one of her life; she wasn’t sure what was worse, sitting with that damn thing inside her, or moving around hoping like hell it wouldn’t fall out.

It had taken them a while to come to terms with this thing they did, but it had saved their marriage. They were both strong-minded independent people and their union provided some serious sparks. In the beginning their arguments were eventually settled with some rough and tumble sex.  After a while that didn’t work anymore, because sex became associated with pain and anger instead of love and passion.  One day after a particularly heated argument, Nora packed a bag and left a note.

       I can’t take this anymore.  We keep hurting each other and I think we both need some time to find out whether this relationship is going to survive.

She arranged for vacation days at work and registered in a hotel under her maiden name.  She didn’t want any outside interference during this self-imposed isolation. Nora was able to take a good look at herself and her marriage.  She knew she really loved Jack and wasn’t sure why their marriage wasn’t working but realized there had to be a way to be a better way to resolve their differences. She was pretty sure he felt the same way.  They just had to find a way to stop hurting each other.

Their greatest disagreements were over who had control.  They were both trying to steer the marriage in the way they each thought best. They fought over how to invest their money, buy or rent a home, buy or lease a car, everything and anything.  It seemed that whatever one party wanted, the other party wanted something different.  She wasn’t even sure they cared about some of the issues they fought over, neither of them wanted  to give in and give over control.  If their marriage was going to survive, one of them had to let go and let the other lead.

Once she knew what needed to be done, she called Jack and asked to meet him for dinner at their favorite restaurant.  Jack had done some thinking of his own and realized he was very close to losing the one person that meant the most to him.  He was willing to do whatever it took. 

From that day on, Nora gave over control of their marriage to Jack.  It hadn’t been easy, there were lessons to be learned on both sides.  Jack had to learn how to lead and Nora had to learn how to let him lead.  It didn’t mean she became a doormat, it just meant she could speak her piece, argue her case and then step back, because the final decision was Jack’s.  He would be responsible for the success or failure of whatever decision he made.


When the night was over,  Ric and Elaine were driving Jay and Cara home and, Ric brought up the conversation they had earlier with Jack.

“What do you think about what Jack said? Ric asked.

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I would never have believed it.”

Cara piped up with “What are you talking about?”

“Nora was getting on our case because we made a comment about her being afraid to leave Jack alone with us.  Before it went too far, Jack put a hand on Nora’s shoulder and she suddenly got quiet, smiled and left the room.  When we asked Jack about it he told us it was this agreement they had. When he thought she was getting out of hand, it was his way of letting her know to it was time to stop.”

“You know, I have noticed how they react to one another. They never seem to argue, at least in front of us.” Elaine said.
“You know, I read an article about dominant lead relationships.  It reverts to the way most marriages were years ago when the husband was the breadwinner and the head of the house.  The article stated that women are asking their husbands to take charge of them and their families, and it’s becoming a lot more mainstream than people think.” Cara told them.

“It sounds pretty good to me.  Don’t you think so Jay?” Ric asked.

“Don’t you go getting any ideas, big fella,” Elaine told him.

“There’s your answer Ric.  It may sound good but it also sounds as if it’s never going to happen at your house,” Jay said.

“You have that right.” Elaine answered for him.


Jay and Cara were lying in bed that evening when Cara brought up the conversation they had in the car earlier in the day.

“So tell me, do you think hand signals work?” She asked.

“It worked that day.  I saw it with my own eyes and it surprised me.  It certainly diffused the situation”

“Would you like to live that way?”

“What man wouldn’t?  It’s a dream come true.  No arguments, no sass or back talk, me being in charge, what’s not to like?”

“I’m not saying I would agree to it, but I want you to read the article and let me know what you think.  Maybe we could give it a try, Lord knows, Jack and Nora seem happier than ever.”

“Aren’t you happy now?” he asked.

“I’m content, but wouldn’t it be nice to get back to the passion we had when first we married.  If that were possible I would give it a try, at least on a trial basis.”

“Honey, okay, I’ll read the article.  Can we go to sleep now? I’m beat.” He told her.  I wonder if Jack and Nora are having sex now instead of rolling over and going to sleep. She thought as she kissed him and watched as he rolled over on his side.  She laid there a long time listening to his snoring and continued to think about that article.  Tomorrow I am going to do some more research and maybe I’ll give Nora a call.


A couple of days later she finally worked up the courage to call Nora. After the usual pleasantries were out of the way, she blurted out

“Jay and I were talking about you the other day.”

“I hope it was good things.” Nora replied.

“Very good things.  Actually I am a little envious of the relationship you and Jack have.  Sometimes, it seems as if you are newlyweds instead of an old married couple.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.  Sometimes it seems like we are a little of both.”

“I guess my question is, how do you do it?  I love Jay but I miss the ‘us’ that used to be.  We are an old married couple and it is boring and I don’t much like what we have become.  I think I am a little afraid that if things don’t change, Jay may get a case of wanderlust.”

“Honey, don’t go looking for trouble.  The only thing I can tell you is that when Jack and I had some trouble years ago, I decided to give up control and turn it over to him.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how it is in your marriage, but I fought Jack every step of the way in everything.  I am a stubborn woman and I wanted to be in charge.  The more I stepped up the more Jack stepped back.  I took a couple of days by myself and realized I was the biggest part of the problem.  You know how at work, there is the boss and then there is the rest of us, well I decided in our family, Jack would be the boss.”

“That’s it.  Simple as that.” Cara said

“Well no.  Not simple as that. But that was the biggest step.  I decided to let go and let Jack take the lead.  At first he didn’t even realize it was happening.  When he did he began to assert himself in ways I never thought possible, both in and out of the bedroom.”

“Again, what do you mean.” Cara asked

“We eventually talked about how our relationship was changing and how different we felt about it and each other.  One of the first things I gave up was determining when and where we had sex.  I decided I would never turn him down or use sex as a ploy.  Wow, that changed things immediately.  The next thing I knew we was buying toys and telling me his fantasies, most of which we acted out.  Then one day, we brought it out of the bedroom.  I had been pms’ing for days and Jack suggested I tone it down.  I threw the spoon I was holding at him, narrowly missing his eye.  This next part is embarrassing and I don’t know if you want to hear it?

“I do, I do.”

“hmmm, okay here goes.  He put his knee up on the rung of the kitchen chair, pulled me over it and spanked me with that damn spoon. Whew, the cat’s out of the bag now.” Nora said as she let out her breath.

“Really, really spanked you for real.”

“Yes, he did.  I was stunned and my bottom was throbbing. When it was over he told me he didn’t want to go back to the way we were and if he had to he would take whatever steps were necessary to keep that from happening.  And the rest, as they say, is history.  I am a disciplined wife.”

“I’ve read about that, never thought I would know anybody in real life that practiced that lifestyle.”

“I can only tell you it works for us.”

“Thank you, for being so honest.  I know it must have been hard to talk about.”

“You know, it was a little scary because not everybody understands but I’m glad you know.  I’m not sure if I would like you to share with everybody though.”

“I’ll keep this conversation between us.” Cara said. 


That very night when Jay came home for work, Cara met him in the bedroom holding a wooden spatula.

“I want you to spank me for all the times I’ve deserved it.  Then I am going to tell a story you will want to hear and experience.

Thursday, January 16, 2014


I have been absent from any real life posts for a while.  Life is just moving along at warp speed and I'm filling up the days with who knows what.  I have no idea what to write anymore, I can't even remember what I used to write about before. Maybe, I'm living in my head where all those characters are romping around living their lives.  That has slowed down though, words that used to just flow out are having to be dragged out tooth and nail.

Went to the movies this weekend to see August, Osage County.It's a movie I've been looking forward to for forever.  They were showing coming attractions so for long,  I actually thought the movie was Osage County and coming out in August.  Okay, okay, you can stop laughing now.   The acting is terrific.  My daughter asked what I thought of the movie and I told her it was the poster child of a dysfunctional family.  If ever you are feeling bad about your family, take a look at this movie and I am sure you will be greatly relieved to go back to your own family and whatever problems you have and know that you are ahead of the game.

There hasn't been a lot of dancing lately.  I guess we are in one of those valleys - we need a jolt.  I told Ray I needed attention last week. He was ready and stepped up when I told him that I wanted him to make it as real as possible, to think about something I did that really pissed him off.  He said no problem. (I know he has a lot to choose from)  He started in hard and when I told him "what, no warm up" his response was you want it real, real is no warm up and he went to town with our leather paddle and strap.  He kept it up until his arm was tired and when he put his hand on my bum he said he couldn't even feel any heat emanating from the punished area. Thought about one of your recent posts Ami.  Ray said it must be dead and I should write that in my blog (so here it is Ray).  I told him to change up more often and he said he would add nails to the wooden implements (that would only produce puncture wounds, or maybe not.). We had a good laugh over that.

We're getting ready to be on the road again.  Looking forward to being near the water again but I'll be missing my friends here.  That's the downside of being on the road, there are more goodbye's, but then I'll be positive there are also more hello's.

That's it for now.  Maybe, just maybe this post broke up the ice jam.  If not, see you much later for More Real Life Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, January 13, 2014

What's a Little Spanking Among Friends

Miranda Summers, Mickey Mason, Belinda Marshall, Diane Lee and Dixie Matthews had met their freshman year in college.  Miranda and Mickey were roommates;  Belinda and Diane lived in the same dorm, two doors down.  Dixie and Miles had attended high school together and had an apartment off campus.  They all met at the Student Union building one bright fall day when Dixie overheard a conversation between Miranda and Diane. Eavesdropping was a bad habit of Dixie’s but had provided lots of entertainment for her and Miles over the years.  When Miranda realized Dixie was listening in on their conversation she started making up this elaborate story about eliminating one of their professors.  The more bizarre the story grew, the closer Dixie listened.  Finally, thinking to embarrass Dixie, Miranda turned around and asked her if she had heard enough. Miles was laughing so hard he had tears running down his cheeks.  Dixie, finally realizing, she’d been had was laughing too.  After that, the six of them had become inseparable and at graduation made a pact, they would stay forever friends.  For the most part, they had.

Dixie was the glue that kept them together.  Miles lived in Manhattan with Jamey in a downtown Tribeca loft.  Dixie had moved to Manhattan after graduation and lived in a family owned apartment, as did her brother Dick when he came into town.  Mickey was visiting one weekend and met Dick for the first time.  They fell in love and were married the following summer.  After marriage,  they moved to Escondido to be close to Miramar where Dick was stationed.

 Diane moved to Los Angeles to accept a job after college and had met and married her now husband, Billy Bonder.  She and Billy had three kids.   She and Mickey were in constant touch with each other and with Dixie.

Belinda married her high school sweetheart and still lived in her hometown of Bethany, PA.  About twice a year, Belinda would travel to the city to have lunch or dinner with Dixie, Miles and Miranda if she was around.

Miranda, the gadabout of the group, still roamed the world searching for something she could never quite put her finger on.

Miles had made good on his promise that he would be a millionaire by the time he was thirty.  To celebrate the event, he arranged a weekend in The Hamptons for his college friends.

Miranda and Dixie were trust fund babies and a trip to the Hamptons was a frequent occurrence for them.  Dick, being a Matthews, was also a trust fund baby but he insisted he and Mickey live on his salary as a Navy Seal, something that Mickey railed against more often than not, so spending a weekend in Long Island’s posh coastline was not a frequent occurrence for her.  Belinda and Diane were the typical American households and spending a weekend in the Hamptons was a big deal and stuff they read about in papers and magazines.

The five girls were sitting on the deck of Miles Langston’s leased house, smoking pot. Not a husband in sight.  Miles was an interior designer and had made a lucky connection senior year in college.  He met Jamey at a seminar and they became fast friends and eventually lovers.  Jamey introduced Miles to his sister who asked him to redo her Manhattan apartment.  Brighton loved what Miles had done and then recommended him to several of her friends and then and then and then.
He was in great demand and it had taken a lot of planning on everyone’s part to make this weekend happen.  Miles had leased this house in the Hamptons for the summer and had invited and paid for a trip for his five best friends.  He planned on making it memorable.  Tonight it was just going to be the six of them but he and Dixie had invited some of the Hampton notables to a party for Saturday. 

The house came with a cook and housekeeper and they all decided to spend the first afternoon just lazing around the house and pool or walking down to the beach.  The clubs didn’t begin to come alive until 11:00 pm so after a dinner of steamed lobster, the girls retreated to their rooms.  The traveling along with sun, the pot and a delicious dinner had taken its toll and a little nap before heading out for the night seemed a good idea. 

Nap over and all dressed up, they departed in the limo arranged by Miles.  The club was filled to the max and was a veritable Who’s Who of the fashion industry.  Miranda, Miles and Dixie were having a blast.  Belinda, Diane and Mickey were awe struck and a little overwhelmed, but Miranda kept plying them with drinks, and it wasn’t long before they were all giddy.  Things were getting a little out of control and Miles suggested calling it a night and going back to the house before one of them passed out.

Once back in the house, they all gathered on the patio and started telling each other their darkest secrets.  Miranda had the juiciest tales to tell.  Being a world traveler, wealthy and gorgeous, there was no end to the list of men which whom she had dalliances.  She was telling a story about a Spaniard she dated and how as part of their lovemaking, she was commanded to use her vibrator until she reached orgasm and then he spanked her for being a naughty girl. 

“What did you like more Miranda girl?’ Miles asked.

“Oh, I would hate having to make a choice.” She purred.

“How about you Dixie, what choice would you make?”  he asked

“Oh, there are two things I never leave home without, one is my American Express card, and the other, well guess what the other is?” Everyone laughed.

“C’mon girls, spill it.  We want the skinny from all of you.”  Miles continued to push the envelope.

“Miles, I think since you keep urging this conversation on, we should hear from you first.”  Miles blushed.

“Frankly, I’ll take the spanking any day and twice on Sunday,” he replied.

“Ooohh, do tell,” Miranda asked.

“What is there to tell?  I like being spanked and Jamey grants my requests. He wields a mean belt.  We have never played with vibrators. I think maybe we’re missing something.”

“I’ve never been spanked, but I sure like my vibrator,” Diane said.

“You mean to tell me that Billy has never spanked you.  Not even a couple of swats here and there?” Dixie asked

“Nope, never has.  Guess he’s not an ass man.”

“How about you B, what are you going to share?”

“Awww, do I have too?”

“When did you turn into such a spoil sport?” Dixie teased her

“Okay, I guess I would be with Miranda.  I couldn’t make a choice.  We play with vibrators and other toys all the time and as for spanking,  it’s usually part of our foreplay.   Don’t forget, we’ve been together forever and we keep trying new things so it doesn’t get stale.  We live in a small town and there’s not much to do so we make our own fun.”

“Your turn Mickey.  Fess up.”

“Are you sure you want to hear this?  After all he is your brother Dix.”

“I’m a big girl.  I can handle it.  Actually, it will be something I can hold over his head,” Dixie responded laughingly.

“Well, as you can imagine, Dickie is gone a lot so my vibrator gets a lot of use when he’s gone and when he’s home.  The one item I never run out of is double A batteries.  The other thing is, Dickie is a military man and runs a tight ship.”

“What’s that mean Mickey?”

“It means just what it sounds like.  He’s the commander and I’m the swabbie. There are rules and regulations and I follow them.  If not, he disciplines me.  Most often, he spanks me and it’s not the fun kind.”

“You’re kidding.  My brother spanks you for real,” Dixie said.

‘Oh yeah.  And there have been times I have the bruises to prove it.  As you well know, I’m not too good at rules and regulations.  He keeps trying to train me to be a good Navy wife.”

‘I’m goin’ kill him.  How dare he treat you that way?  You have to report him.  I can’t believe the Navy would allow their officers to get away with domestic abuse.”

“Calm down, Dixie.  It’s not domestic abuse, it’s spanking."

“He leaves bruises, that’s abuse.”

“Give me a break.  It is not.  I have a safe word and I’ve never used it.  He has taken an oath to protect our country and its inhabitants, do you really think I don’t trust him to take care of me.  Chill girl.”

“Are  you sure?” Dixie asked?”

“I’m sure.  Can we lighten up now?  This is getting way too heavy.  Who started this anyway?”

“It was Dixie, maybe we should spank her.” Belinda said.  Laughing all around the room.

“I go first.” Miles said. 

He stood up, and pulled Dixie to the nearest chair, bent her over and gave her bottom a few sharp spanks.

“Let that be a lesson to you.  We’re here to have fun.” He told her.

The next day Miles excused himself saying he had an errand to run. He drove into the closest town having a sex shop and bought a various assortment of sex toys, implements and batteries.  His planned to give everyone a parting gift.  He also bought a couple of things for him and Jamey to try when they were together again.

The girls walked down to the beach and lay in the sun and braved the cold water of the Atlantic.  Miranda had spotted a former lover and joined him.

“It’s not the Spaniard is it?  Because if it is, I want to watch.” Mickey yelled. As they strolled off down the beach.

Miranda ignored them as best she could.  They had mixed some mimosa’s and pina colada’s to take with them and were feeling the effects.  After a couple of hours of imbibing their cocktails in the sun,   it was time to return to the house for a nap.

On the walk back, Mickey’s phone rang.  She was surprised to see if was from Dickey.  He had been out on a mission and didn’t think he would be back for a while.  She automatically went into worry mode.

“Hey, honey.  Is everything okay? "

“Yes, baby.  Everything’s fine.  Missing you like crazy though.  Where are you?”

“Honey, this is our reunion weekend.  Miles rented a house in the Hamptons."

“You’re kidding.  That’s great.  I am in the city.  We flew in earlier and I just debriefed and I am free for the next ten days or until another emergency arises.  I’ll hire a car to take me out."

“You, hire a car, Commander We Are Living On My Salary Matthews.  Wow, you must really miss me.”

“Baby, don’t let your mouth start getting you in trouble.  You know I would hate to have to spank that luscious ass as soon as I get my hands on you.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.  Just get here."

The phone rang again.  She picked up and heard:

“I  need an address.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t be able to find me without an address.  I’m disappointed , Commander.”

“You’re cruisin’, girl and you don’t even have a boat,” she laughed and rattled off the address.

Mickey told everybody the news and Dixie hugged her.  She knew how much Mickey worried when Dick was out on assignment.  Mickey excused herself and went up to shower.   She joined everyone on the deck when she was finished.  Miranda had rejoined them with her old friend.  Miles produced a bong and they were all partaking when he brought out his presents.

“I planned on doing this tomorrow, but since Dick is coming later, maybe it’s better to do this now.”

The packages were all unwrapped and batteries inserted.  A comparison of size and power had them all hysterical.  Sweet Diane didn’t know what half the toys were.  She thought the nipple clips were a bracelet of some sort.  They were laughing so hard,  they were crying . 

Dick walked in, took in the scene, grabbed Mickey and swung her around, kissing her deeply.  He put her down, went over kissed his sister.

“Sit down, have a drink and join us.  Miles was sweet enough to buy all these toys for us as parting gifts,” Mickey said.

“Parting gifts, huh,”  Dick picked up a couple of the toys and then laid eyes on a  leather paddle.  When he picked it up, Dixie looked at him.

“I hear you are very good at wielding that paddle, little brother.”

He looked at Mickey and the color was creeping up her neck.

“I think someone has been telling tales out of school,” he looked at her with the eyebrow cock that always gave her butterflies.

“You want to give it a try, little sis,” he asked Dixie.

“No thanks.   I like slap and tickle but I don’t like that look in your eye.”

He laughed.  “Smart girl.”

They started disbursing to get ready for the evening.  Mickey and Dick made good use of the time.  They were all over each other like white on rice.  It was always like this when they came together.  Mickey thought about it often and felt the intensity was a release of the fear she held onto when he was on a mission.

They were finally both sated and spent and able to generate enough energy to hit the shower.  He was at the vanity shaving and Mickey applying makeup when she heard:

“So, you told everybody I spank you?” he asked, his voice taking on a stern tone.

“Yea, I guess so,” she answered hesitantly.

“How did that come about?”

“Miranda relayed a story about a dating experience with vibrators and spanking.  Before you knew it, everybody was sharing a story.  I asked Dixie if she was sure she wanted to hear and she assured me she did, so I did.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“You know,  I thought I would be embarrassed if anyone found out, but among my friends, it didn’t seem to matter.”

“Good, because then you won’t care if I try out that nice new gift before we amble on down to the party.”

“You can’t be serious,” she asked.

‘Oh, but I am.”   He led her over to the bed, pulled her across his lap and delivered ten sharp hand spanks to her bare bottom.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“Really, well how about this?” and delivered ten more spanks with the leather paddle.

“Yes, it hurts,” he let her up, gave her another slap on her bottom and told her to go get dressed.

“Remember, there’s more of where that came from if you don’t behave yourself tonight,”  he grinned.

“Now I know you are really here.  Welcome home sweetie.”

They joined the party and by the looks on the faces of his sister and her friends, he knew they knew what had happened upstairs.  He didn’t care. He placed his hand on Mickey’s ass and gave her a little pat.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Borrowed Meme

Saturday Spankings is back on my other blog today, so if you want some tempting tidbits, go on over.

I'm borrowing this from PK and Angel Brat's blog - edited version, of course.

1. What did you do in 2013 that you’d never done before? Flew out of San Jose airport.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Never make New Year's resolutions

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No but two of my nieces are pregnant

4. Did anyone close to you die?  In addition to Bas, our wonderful cat of 17 years and a very close friend.

5. What countries did you visit?  Mexico

6. What would you like to have in 2014 that you lacked in 2013?A winning lottery ticket.

7. What dates from 2013 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?  I'm not even sure what this date is so I can't remember dates unless I look at a calendar.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting published

9. What was your biggest failure?  Not having a winning lottery ticket.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? No serious problems.

11. What was the best thing you bought? Nothing stands out.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? Our servicemen and women

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?  Most of our illustrious politicans

14. Where did most of your money go?  Living life

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? I don't do really, really, really excited.

16. What song will always remind you of 2013?  Not much of a music listener.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? Happier.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Watching my weight

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Eating junk

20. How did you spend Christmas? Home with all my family.

21. Did you fall in love in 2013? Over and over again 

22. What was your favorite TV program?  Not sure I have one.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?  That word is a little strong, I may hate things but not people.

24. What was the best book you read? Too many to remember.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery? I didn’t make one - rarely listen to music unless Ray turns it on.

26. What was your favorite film of this year? The only one I can think of right this minute is The Butler.

27. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? More money? Having even more time with our family.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2013? Comfortable

32. What kept you sane?  Escaping into a good book and writing a story.

33. What political issue stirred you the most?  The hijacking of the congress by certrain congressmen.

34. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2013. Too much tequilla gives you a headache.

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