Friday, June 27, 2014

Catching Up

Is everybody visiting SCI SPANKS - such good stories.  I am not a sci-fi fan, but these stories might just have made a convert.  They are good, and I am amazed at the creativity and imagination that go into a sci-fi story, from names to places to situations.  I have enough trouble on this planet, never mind interplanetary.  Star Trek was a stretch for me. 

It's been a relatively quiet week here, lots of thunderstorms and rain.  Prior to this week, all the lakes in the region were down, so the rain is a godsend to those who have docks that have been landlocked.  

Ray and I went to see the Jersey Boys movie this week.  You may know from reading here their music resonates with me, probably because it's my era.  I wasn't disappointed. Besides I was raised in NJ and although it wasn't in the same area, it's still Jersey.  The play was good and the music more intense, probably because it was live, but I enjoyed the movie.  If you like Frankie Valli and the 4 seasons, you will enjoy.

I leave you with these inspirational words.

Don't forget to stop by my other blog tomorrow for Saturday Spankings. Have a great weekend and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings. 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014



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Friday, June 20, 2014

Summertime and the Livin' is Easy

Tomorrow is the first day of summer.  Yahoo.  It's my favorite time of year, after all, I chase it all year long so why wouldn't I be excited. What kind of plans do you have for this summer? 

Things have been quiet around here but Ray got good news on Wednesday.  His second round of surgery was successful and once the stitches are removed, he is free as a bird.

Not sure if I mentioned this, but some Canadian Geese come back here every year and hang around the pond in the back.  The last couple of years, we have been buying corn so we are practically guaranteed visitors every year.  Last year, one of the couples had three goslings but unfortunately they didn't make it very long.  It's pretty rural here, so either the coyotes, or bobcats or hawks got to them.  This year, a couple (have no idea if it was the same or not) had babies.  Three again - two are gone but one is still around and today I watched as it made its first attempt to fly. Baby steps but I felt like a proud mama, nonetheless. 

I am really reaching here for something to post.  I've been taxing my thought processes by participating in the AtoZ challenge.  For those of you who post every single day, kudos to you, it is hard work.  Somebody has this posted on FB the other and I thought I could use it some day.  Guess what, today's the day.

Isn't she a cutie, the camera is almost as big as her.  Anyway, enjoy today, focus on what's important and I'll see you again for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Just a Big Puddle

Hello everyone, another week has passed and we had some really good news this week. 
We enjoyed a great visit with some friends that came up from Houston and a nice Father's day with my brother and, of course, calls from the grands.

Ray had a health scare and came out with flying colors.  Another surgery last Wednesday and we're keeping our fingers crossed we will get the same good news.

Okay, enough Aimless Ramblings.  Here is the last part of the Ice Queen story.  The funny thing is, it was supposed to be finished last week but I neglected to include the last few lines. That little mistake caused me to write a third part.  I leave it to you to determine whether or not it was worth it.  

Part III

“I have a question; just how much of a red ass are we talking about?”

 “When we get to your place, I’d be happy to give you a sample.  Is that what you want?”


“You do realize that a spanking generates heat, and heat melts ice.”

“mmmm,” she said.

“Bare bottom this time so I can see the Ice Queen melt right before my very eyes.  Wendy was the one to laugh this time.

“Well, I’ll have to think about that, after all, it is a very inviting offer,” Wendy said.

Wendy went over her last conversation with Wes all night long.  She wasn’t sure she should believe what he told her about taking the job if she thought it was the right thing to do.  The idea of him spanking her every single day if she did, didn’t enter into it, she actually liked that idea.  She would have never believed it but she enjoyed giving up control.  She spent her whole life being in control, and it was nice to sit back and not be responsible for everything.  Of course, that didn’t extend to all phases of her life, and she couldn’t allow Wes to make decisions regarding her professional life.

The next day she talked to Dave Parker to ask his opinion about the Dreamscape job offer; and how he would feel about moving over to Dreamscape with her.  He told her he was quite happy where he was, but that she had to do what felt right to her.  He explained that at Dreamscape, she would be relegated to work on their products only, and that could be stifling to someone with her talent, so to think it over carefully before she made any commitments.  He also mentioned that now she was free to work on and own any of her own artwork created outside of Mitchell Enterprises and asked if that would be the case at Dreamscape.

“You bring up some very good points, Dave.  Thank you for your honesty.”

“You’re welcome Wendy.  I should also tell you I don’t plan on going anywhere so it’s not likely you’ll ever get my job.”

“As I said Dave, thanks for the honesty,” and she smiled at him.

Wendy left Dave’s office and knew she had to separate the job offer from her relationship with Wes Mitchell.  Wes had wormed his way into her head and heart and when she thought about him, any rational thinking was lost to her.

She was working on her next project when the phone rang.

“So have you decided yet?”

“Decided what,” she asked innocently.

“Decided whether or not you want a red ass every single day.”  

“If I decide not to take the job, does that mean you’ll never spank me again?”

“Of course not.”

“So then it really doesn’t make any difference if I take the job.”

“Don’t you go putting words in my mouth, or I’ll come down from my glass tower and take you over my knee.”

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen, but I’ll keep the thought in mind,” Wendy told him.

“You do that.  Where do you want to have dinner tonight?”

“Now you are just assuming I’m free to have dinner with you tonight.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“As a matter of fact I have plans.”

“Then cancel them.”

“Not happening Mr. Mitchell, but I’m available after dinner, if you want to drop by.”

“Now, there’s an offer too good to refuse.  See you about 9:30 or so.”

Wendy hung up and went back to work.  Two seconds later, the phone rang again.

“Are you calling to break the date?”

“I’m calling for Ms. Taylor. Did I reach the correct number?”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I thought I was speaking to someone else.  Who is this?”

“This is Jane Aubrey; I’m Jameson Brooks assistant, and he asked me to call and see if you are free to come by late this afternoon.  There’s a presentation he would like you to sit in on.  He said he would understand if you were unable to do this on such short notice, but he would appreciate it if you could attend and bring some samples of your work with you.”

“Yes, I can do that, about 4:30 or so.”

“Perfect, we’ll see you then.  Mr. Brooks will be pleased.”

Hanging up the phone, she once again started working on the project.  She had lost all train of thought, and it was as if she was starting from scratch.  Unfortunately, her mind wasn’t on her work this morning.   Between Wes and now that call from Jameson, she was distracted and her creative juices had deserted her.

What could Jameson possibly want me for today?  A presentation for what; why didn’t I think to ask?

At lunchtime, she told Dave she wasn’t being productive, and she was going to take off and be back tomorrow.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine but I am just spinning my wheels here.  See you in the morning.”

She went home, changed and went for a run in the park.  Running had always helped her clear her head and she needed that.  While she was running she realized she didn’t want to leave Mitchell Enterprises. Was it because it was the safe thing to do? Was she afraid of the challenge at Dreamscape?  These were all questions only she could answer.  She continued her run and when she heard the clock tower chime 3:00, went home to shower and change in time for her 4:30 meeting at Dreamscape.

Arriving at Dreamscape headquarters, she was taken to a conference room by Ms. Aubrey.  There were six men sitting around the table and all rose when they entered the room.  Jameson Brooks introduced each of them and asked her to take a seat.

“I’m not sure what’s expected of me today, Jameson, could you fill me in?”
“First, I want to thank you for coming on such short notice.  Since we last spoke, things have changed.  Dreamscape is being taken over by another firm and Mr. Kensington, and Mr. Hennings  represent the new owners.  Although I will maintain my current position, I no longer have the authority to write blank checks regarding creating new departments and department heads.  I wanted them to meet you so they can see why I think so highly of you and your work.  They’ve already seen what you have done for us in this latest campaign, but they wanted to see a body of work rather than just one sample,” Jameson said.

“I see and as I told you the other day I’m flattered.  The thing is, I didn’t solicit this offer; you came to me and I don’t feel as if I have to sell myself to convince Messrs. Kensington and Hennings whether or not I am capable of handling a job I haven’t yet made a decision to accept,” she said.

“Didn’t I tell you gentlemen that Ms. Taylor can hold her own.  She is not just a talented graphic artist; she has the poise and chutzpah necessary to run a department and handle clients with panache.” Jameson said.

“Thank you Jameson for that endorsement but the truth is I decided I am going to stay at Mitchell Enterprises.  Gentlemen, it was nice meeting you, and I wish you the best of luck.” Wendy said.  She then pushed back her chair, stood up and walked out of the building with a smile on her face. That felt good, she thought, I knew I made the right decision and my relationship with Wes didn’t enter into it.  Glad I could  separate the two.


Wes rang the doorbell at 9:30 pm sharp.  She opened the door, and he handed her a huge bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you.  What did I do to deserve these?”

“You turned down the job at Dreamscape.”

“And just how do you know that?” she asked.

“Because, Mr. Kensington was my college roommate, and I knew this buyout was happening.  I wanted to make Jameson squirm the way he made me squirm the day you bailed me out at Brady’s,” Wes told her.

“Did you set me up?” she asked him.

“No, I didn’t.  I set up Jameson Brooks and that smartass group of his.”

“You don’t play fair.”

 “On the contrary, I play very fair. The job offer was still there even if Jameson wasn’t aware of it.  Rog knows what I think of you.  Besides,  I even told you to take the job if you thought it was right for you.”

“Yes, you did, along with the caveat that if I did I would get spanked every single day, assuming, of course; I allowed you to do that.”

“You allow me.  Oh, that’s funny.”

“What’s funny about that?”

“I can spank you anytime I want.”

“I don’t think so,” she told him as she went to look for a vase for the flowers. She reached down to get a vase, and her butt was looking too good to pass up. He came up behind her, put his arms around her waist and brought her over his hip and began spanking her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You present me with that glorious target, and I’m taking advantage of the opportunity,” and gave her a few more swats.  A few spanks later; he turned her around and kissed her.  She hugged him close and felt his erection. She ground her hips into him as she returned the kiss, then pulled back, grabbed his tie and led him to the bedroom.  He followed that sashaying ass like a puppy dog to a bone.

When they reached the bedroom, she presented him with her hairbrush. 

“If you are going to redden my ass, you best get to it because I have other plans for you,” Wendy told him.

“Ice Queen, huh.  Well, Ice Queen, when I’m finished with you, there will be nothing left but a big puddle.”

“There are towels in the linen closet,” she told him and laughed.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day

happy father's day  

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings - tomorrow is the continuation of  THE ICE QUEEN.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Flag Day

June 14, 2014

                                                         LONG MAY SHE WAVE

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Anniversary and Chrossed - All in the same week

One year ago today Lonesome Oak Ranch was released.  I can't believe it - I think it's still my favorite probably because it's my first.  When I go back and read now, I see how many things I could have added, subtracted, done better.  Hindsight - but it's about cowboys and you know how I feel about them.

This past weekend I was Chrossed.  My friend, Minelle texted me to give me the news.  Thanks Minelle.  Have you ever been Chrossed?  Our friend, Ronnie, joined me this week in Chross' Spankings of the Week.  This is the second time for me and you can't believe how your stats jump for days afterward.  I am so honored to have one of my post's chosen to show up on his blog.

Sometime over the weekend I reached 200,000 page views and after being Chrossed I've quickly jumped to 203,000.  Thanks everybody.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Melting The Ice Queen

Hello everyone.  Surprise everybody - this is a continuation of a story began last week.  I don't think I told anyone about the second part but
based on comments, it's not a surprise everyone automatically assumed there would be a second part, glad I already had one ready.  

Are you enjoying the A to Z challenge over on my other blog and the 46 other bloggers who have joined?  Some interesting things going on there.

The story starts here, in case you need a refresher.

Much to Wendy’s surprise she received a call from Jameson Brooks.  Wendy assumed it was about the campaign she had designed for him.  She was wrong.

“How are you Jameson and what can I do for you.  Technically, you should go through Dave Parker instead of call me directly.”

“What I have to say to you is not meant for Dave Parker’s ears.”

“I don’t think I like where this conversation is going Mr. Brooks.”

“I see we’ve gone from Jameson to Mr. Brooks.”

“It seems more professional.”

“I think you have the wrong idea about me.  I’m quite happily married with two little girls.  I made a mistake like that once and it cost me my wife, my son and a whole lot of money.  I’m a fast learner.”

“Happy to hear that, now what can I do for you that you don’t want Dave Parker to hear.”

“I would rather we meet somewhere.  I’m not comfortable talking over the company line.”

“Now, I’m getting uncomfortable again.”

“Don’t be, it can be in a public place, just not somewhere close to your office.  Can you meet me at Drinkwater’s for lunch?  Do you know it?”

“I do and I must admit you have piqued my curiosity.”

Shortly before noon, she told Dave she was leaving for lunch and would probably not be back til around two.

“Hot date,” he asked.

“No, is it a problem?”

“Hell Wendy half the time you don’t take a lunch.  I’m glad you’re getting out.  I just wish it was a hot date.”

Wendy Taylor was an attractive woman.  Tall and willowy, she wore her dirty blond hair in a stylish bob. She inherited her cornflower blue eyes from her mother and even from a distance; those eyes looked right through you.   Dressed today in a black pencil skirt with a fitted jacket and very high heels, she gathered a lot of attention as she entered the restaurant and was guided to Jameson’s table.

“Thank you for coming Wendy.”

“You piqued my interest, so what is this clandestine meeting all about?”
“I want you to work for me, plain and simple.  You can name your salary, within reason of course.

“Doing what”

“Doing exactly what you do for Mitchell Enterprises, except as head of your own department.  We are a very large company with a wide array of products and with someone of your caliber working for us it would be unnecessary to hire outside help.  You can bring anybody you deem worthy with you.”

“Jameson, I appreciate you think so highly of me and thank you for the offer.  I am flattered and a little flummoxed.  I never thought about leaving Mitchell but your offer is definitely something I will consider.”

“That’s all I ask.  If you have any questions or I can sweeten the pot, let me know.  Until then, let’s enjoy lunch.”

Jameson was true to his word.  They had lunch and not once did he mention the job offer again.  The offer really threw her for a loop.  She realized she couldn’t consider Wes Mitchell as part of the equation.  It was a great opportunity and Dreamscape was a much larger company than Mitchell was and she would have her own department.  She decided not to go back to work.

“Dave, I had a glass of wine at lunch and it made me a little woozy.  I think I’ll just go home and see you in the morning.”

“Fine by me.  See you then.”

With that chore out of the way, she really did go home, changed her clothes and curled up on her couch with a book.  She was engrossed in the novel when there was a knock on the door.  She checked the peephole and was surprised to see Wes on the other side of the door.  She opened the door and he burst into the room like a bear.

“What the hell are you doing having lunch with Jameson Brooks.”

“How dare you? How do you know I had lunch with Jameson Brooks?  Are you spying on me? Besides, it is none of your business with whom I have lunch. You are not my keeper,” she said to him angrily.

“It is my concern and no I am not spying on you. John Kemper saw you at Drinkwater’s and happened to mention it to me.  I went to your office to talk to you and Dave said you weren’t coming back to work. I thought….

“You thought what, that you would find me here with Jameson Brooks.  Sorry to disappoint you and even if I did choose to sleep with Jameson Brooks it has nothing to do with you.  This is why I don’t like to date men more than six times. They think they own you.  Well, I am not some trinket you can purchase and display in a trophy case. Now go.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to accuse you.  Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

“You have got to be kidding me.  No, we are not on for dinner tomorrow night or any other night.  I’ve met my date maximum with you and you’ve proved my theory has great merit.  I won’t be breaking my rules again.”

“Are you through now, because it’s my turn?”  He led her over to the couch and pulled her over his knee. 

“First, I don’t think you are a trinket.  Second, yes I am jealous because you are important to me and I thought you knew that and, third, I’m going to spank your butt until you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“You let me up right now, you bastard.”

“Those aren’t the words I want to hear,” and he laid down a smack on her right cheek.

“Let me up now or when you do I’m calling the police,” she told him.  He laughed

“I can’t wait to hear what you’re going to tell them.  It’s my word against yours,” and he started raining down gentle spanks on her behind.

“Bastard,” and she tried getting away so he tucked her in tighter.  When she kicked her legs, he scissored his legs and used his thigh to push her butt higher to he could reach that spot between her ass and thigh.  He delivered a couple of harder whacks.  In frustration, she began using her fists to beat on the couch.

“Are you going to have dinner with me?” he asked.

“Go to hell.”  Wes gave her another volley of spanks.  He felt her relax and stop fighting him.  He hadn't spanked her hard but knew it was time to stop.  He held her in place while he rubbed her back and when he finally helped her to stand, held her in his arms.

“So are you going to have dinner with me,” he asked.

“Not in a million years,” she replied.

He pulled her closer and kissed her; a kiss so passionate it astounded her.  He  wouldn’t let go. His tongue continued to explore her mouth but she refused to kiss him back. As he pulled her in closer, his growing erection was making it's presence known.  She could feel her wetness but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he affected her in this way, but she was losing the battle.  He kissed her again and she moaned softly.

He stepped back. “Does that moan mean you will be having dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“mmmmm,” was all he heard as he kissed her again.

“I take it that it also means that you won’t be calling the cops, either?”

“mmmmm,” was his answer.

He took her further into his arms and carried her off to another part of the house and to the next level in their relationship.

When they had dinner the following evening, he finally got around to her why she had lunch with Jameson Brooks.

“He offered me a job.  It’s a great opportunity, I would head up the department, name my salary and I can bring aboard anyone I choose,” she told Wes.

“You’re right, it is a great opportunity.  Are you thinking about it?”

“Wow, not the reaction I expected at all.”


“Because you are so damn possessive, that’s why.”

“Make no mistake, I want you all to myself in my personal life, however, you are very good at what you do and it’s nice to know that others recognize your talent too.  If you decide there are better opportunities elsewhere, so be it.”

“Does that mean you want me to take the job?”

“No, but I know you if I tell you I don’t or forbid you to, you will take it anyway.  This way I’m in the clear.  I should tell you though that if you do take the job, you’ll be going to work with a red ass every single day,” and he laughed.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Of course not, I’m just stating a fact.  Now can we eat our dinner before I starve to death?”

They talked about other things through dinner and he didn’t mention it again until two days later.  They were on the way home from seeing a movie when he asked her if she had made up her mind about the job at Dreamscape.

She hemmed and hawed and was glad that it was dark so he couldn’t see her blush.

What do you think?  Did she take the job or not?

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Saddle Sore

I have passed by this saddle hundreds of times and never gave it a thought.  Then Ronnie had a post about a clothing store display featuring a saddle and suddently the light switch turned on. Thank you Ronnie. A couple of days later we were alone with no chance of interruption and the fantasy turned real.  It is just the right height (displayed over a work horse) for leaning and accessing the right parts.  Of course, leather was involved and these are just two of the items used.

All I can say is WOW.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Ice Queen

Sorry about the delay in publishing this post.  I originally planned to put up a chapter of my latest book today and then changed my mind, so this post was scheduled for June 9th.  Didn't realize the mistake till I woke this morning. Didn't mean to give everyone a shock on this Monday morning.

Hope it was a greet week for everyone and this one will be better.  Going to be a hot one here in No. Texas.  I guess just the beginning of the summer heat.  

Don't forget about the A to Z challenge over at my other blog.

Wendy Taylor was a confirmed bachelorette. When she graduated from college, she was the only girl in her social circle that wasn’t engaged or already married.  It was by choice. 

She was a beautiful girl.  At 5’7” with legs that went all the way to her neck and curves in all the right places, she had no shortage of dates.  If she accepted a date, it was with the stipulation, that she would pay her way and she never dated any man beyond six dates.  She found after that, men started to get the idea she belonged to them.  She watched her friends get caught in this web and it wasn’t going to happen to her, ever.

Her nickname at Mitchell Enterprises, who employed her as a graphic designer, was the Ice Queen.  She didn’t mind, she couldn’t tolerate fools and this nickname kept them at bay. She was great at her job and David Parker, her boss, always gave her the plum assignments knowing she would come through for him.  The assignment she was currently assigned was for one of their biggest accounts.  The representatives for Dreamscape Products, Inc. were visiting to go over the designs and concepts for a new ad campaign.  David didn’t usually require her attendance at these meetings but this time he made an exception. 

“Wendy, I am going to need you to attend the meeting this afternoon.”


“There are bound to be questions and since it’s your campaign you will be able to explain your designs and make other suggestions if necessary. Besides, I want you to get the credit you deserve.  It’s terrific and I’m sure the clients will feel the same.”

Wendy was setting up the Power Point presentation and story boards when the Dreamscape representatives arrived.  Wendy knew how important this campaign was when she saw Wes Mitchell entering the conference room along with David.  It was Wendy’s opinion that Wes Mitchell only came down from his glass tower when he deemed the paens needed his finesse to close the deal.  It really irked Wendy and she hoped she could hide her feelings.

Wes Mitchell was the son of Desmond Mitchell the founder of Mitchell Enterprises.  He was a handsome man who knew it. His picture was always in the society section of the paper with one beautiful woman after another on his arm. He graduated summa cum laude from Princeton University so he had to have brains as well as looks but Wendy had never seen him in anything but these types of situations where he would sit back and glad hand everyone and not have anything substantial to offer except his presence.

When she and David completed the presentation, the head of the Dreamscape committee, Jameson Brooks, said he liked what he saw and wanted to congratulate the designer for catching the essence of their product so well.  David spoke up and said that Wendy was the person who had come up with the concept and design.

“Congratulations Wendy, I think your boss should give you a promotion.  It’s the first time a brand new campaign has hit all the points the first time out of the box.”

“Thank you, but we have a great staff and a boss in David Parker that knows our strengths and allows us to shine.”

“Modest and creative,” Jameson commented.

After more chatter, the meeting broke up and started leaving the conference room.  Jameson Brooks hung back to talk to Wendy.

“We’re all going over to Brady’s across the street for a drink. Will you join us?” he asked.

“I’d like that.  I have some things to clear up first so I’ll join you in a bit, if that is alright?”

“More than alright,” was his response.

When she was leaving she called out to David to see if he was ready to leave.

“Leave for what?” he asked

“Brooks asked me to join them for a drink over at Brady’s.” Aren’t you coming?” she said.

“He didn’t say anything to me, so I guess I’m not included.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, it makes me a little uncomfortable going over alone.  Why not just come with me anyway?”

“I really can’t.  I’m supposed to be meeting Janice.” He told her.  “It’s only a drink in a public place.  One drink and you can get out of there.  Go.  You need a life outside of here anyway.”

“You’re right.  Tell Janice I said hi and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, good work today Ice Queen.” He laughed as she gave him the finger.

She liked David.  He was one of the good guys.  A guy like him could almost make her forget her resolve to remain single.

Wendy walked into Brady’s and saw Jameson Brooks at a table in the back.  She was relieved to see a couple of members of his team were also there. Jameson stood and helped her into an empty chair.

“I’m so glad you could join us.  What can I get you?”

Before she could answer a voice behind her said “Only champagne will do for our star.”   When she turned she was surprised to see Wes Mitchell standing there and next to him a waiter holding a tray with a bottle of Mumm’s and several champagne flutes.

“Only Mumm’s, not Cristal,” Jameson remarked.

She watched the color creep up Wes’ neck until it reached his face.  She was embarrassed for him and thought Jameson’s remark was out of order. 

“Actually, it’s probably my bourgeois taste, but Mr. Mitchell knows I prefer Mumm’s.”

Jameson Brooks recognized the put down, and Wes Mitchell the save.  He looked at her and really saw her for the first time. She gorgeous, he said to himself, and smart too.

Once everyone’s glass was filled and they toasted to Wendy’s successful campaign, she emptied her glass, thanked everyone and stood up to leave.

“Going so soon?” Jameson asked.

“Yes, I have plans for the evening.  Thank you again.”

Wes Mitchell said his good byes also and walked out with Wendy.

“Thank you Wendy,” he said as they approached the door.

“I only did my job, Mr. Mitchell,” she responded.

“Please call me Wes or Mitch.  When you say Mr. Mitchell I keep looking for my father.  I wasn’t referring to the job, which was excellent by the way.  I was referring to the comment you made to that ass Jameson about the champagne.”

“Oh, I thought he was out of line.”

“You were so charming about it, it was the perfect put down.  I think I know why you’re nicknamed the Ice Queen.”

Wendy blushed.

“Surprised that I know that, aren’t you?”  Actually, contrary to what you think, I know quite a bit about what goes on in our company.  I happen to know you think I’m a pompous ass.  Well you will be happy to know, that sometimes, I am.”

Wendy’s color deepened. 

“I’d like to buy you dinner sometime, Ms. Taylor.  And just so you know, the dinner will be on me.” He watched her eyes widen. 

“Surprised I know that too, aren’t you?  I keep my ears open Ms. Taylor and the scuttlebutt is that in addition to being an ice queen, you insist on paying your share. I would love to know what other rumors I’ve heard might also be true.”

She was thoroughly mortified now and wasn’t sure what to say or do, a rare occurrence for her.

“Good night, Ms. Taylor and call my assistant tomorrow to let me know what night would be convenient for you.  I’ll arrange my schedule accordingly.”  He turned and walked across the street.

Wendy continued to stand there for a minute before she too crossed the street.  She  thanked God she didn’t bump into him on the way to her car.  She had no idea what she was going to do about Wes Mitchell.


Three days passed since that night at Brady’s. Everyone was gone for the day but Wendy was busy at her work table when a shadow fall across her desk.

“You’re in my light,” she said without turning around.

“Too bad,” and she realized it was Wes Mitchell.  “You haven’t called Miriam so I’m here to set a date.”

“Mr. Mitchell, Wes.  I don’t make a habit of dating people where I work.  It’s just too awkward.”

“It’s dinner.  How long have you worked here?” 

“Two years, what does that have to do with anything?”

“In the two years we’ve worked here, how much interaction has there been between us?”

“Until recently, none.”

“Okay, so how awkward could it be to have dinner.  If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.  Lord, I’ve never had so much trouble asking a woman to have dinner with me.  So, when is it going to be?”

“I can make tonight?  We can leave as soon as I’m finished here.”

“Oh no, you don’t.  You are finished here but we’re not going to dinner tonight.  We’re going on an actual date; I will be
picking you up at your home at 7:30 pm tomorrow night.  If it’s not clear, clear it.”

“Is that an order?” she asked.

“If it has to be,” he replied. 

“You leave me no choice.  Do you need an address?”

“Not if the correct one is on file with HR.” he responded.”

“It is.”

“Okay, close up shop.  I will walk you to your car.”

The elevator ride to the parking garage was quiet.  When the door opened, he walked with her to the car.  She unlocked the door and settled herself inside.

“I will see you at 7:30 pm tomorrow evening. Now close and lock the door and drive carefully.”
No man ever treated her like that before. Wendy was the one usually in control and the guy was falling all over himself trying to please her.  Granted, as her employer, Wes Mitchell had the upper hand, but she felt the dominance she just witnessed had nothing to do with work.  Wendy was amazed at how wrong she had been, so far all of her opinions concerning him were dead wrong.

He hadn’t given her a clue to where they were going, so she decided that a simple wrap dress with high-heeled sandals and a pashmina would be fine no matter where they had dinner.  Her doorbell rang at 7:30 pm and when she saw him standing there dressed in pressed jeans, an open-necked oxford cloth shirt and a leather blazer with loafers and no socks, she was glad she made the right choice.  Wes Mitchell looked good enough to be in a Ralph Lauren ad.  He definitely wore his clothes, not the other way around. 

“You look lovely, Wendy,” he told her.

“I wasn’t sure how to dress.”

“I always appreciate a woman in a dress.”

“Thank you.”  He walked her out to a long sleek limousine,   the driver standing there holding the open door.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said to him.  “Don’t you think this is a bit of overkill for a dinner date.”

“I have my reasons,” he told her. 

Surprisingly, Wendy had a lovely evening.  Wes was a charming man and conversation flowed effortlessly between them with not a word about Mitchell Enterprises. The waiter brought the bill and Wendy grabbed for her purse.

“You better not be trying to pay your share, because if I so much as see you try to whip out a credit card, I’m going to spank you.”

“I repeat something I said earlier.  You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Do you doubt me?  If you do, just try it and see what happens.”

She closed her purse.  “Good decision,” he told her.

Wendy couldn’t believe what he said, how could he ruin a perfectly good evening by turning neandrathal.  His hand at the small of his back as he ushered her out of the restaurant gave her shivers and she pulled the pashmina tighter around her shoulders.  It was a protective reaction and he recognized it as such.

“I don’t bite.”

“No, but you do spank.  You are aware this is the 21st century right?  Children aren’t even spanked nowadays.”

“I don’t have any children,” he responded.

In the car, he pulled the window closed between the driver and them.  He put on some soft music, and reached for Wendy’s hand.  She pulled back and he reached for it again.

“Have brunch with me on Sunday?”

“I don’t think so.  You said one dinner, we had that.”

“Wendy, I had a great time tonight.  I know that you didn’t hate it.  Come to brunch with me?”

“You can have any girl you want, why not ask one of your other girls.”

“There are no other girls,” he told her.

“Then who is in all those pictures in the paper.”

“So you keep tabs on me.” He smirked.  “Come to brunch with me Sunday and I’ll tell you all my secrets,” he told her.

She laughed. 

“By God, I made the Ice Queen laugh,” he said

“You’re not making any points.”

“Oh, come on, loosen up, you know you want to.  Just come to brunch with me on Sunday.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

They went to brunch on Sunday and Wendy reminded him he was going to tell her all his secrets.

“My first secret is that all those girls are either family friends or paid employees.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Well, they are. Someone was always after me because of who I was.  I decided the easiest way to circumvent the problem was to hire ‘dates’.

“I still don’t believe it, but what’s your other secrets,” she asked?

“I have the limo and the driver because I’m a terrible driver.”

“Terrible, in what way?”

“I have a lead foot and have received so many tickets that my license has been suspended for three months, this time.”

“Shame on you.  And to think you were the one that was going to spank me for merely reaching for my credit card when it’s you that needs the spanking.”

“Two different things.  Besides, I’m the man and I do the spanking.”

“Seriously,” she asked?

“Seriously,” he answered.


Wendy broke all her own dating rules when it came to Wes.  She was falling in love with him and hated herself for it. She never thought she would fall for such a demanding man.  The trouble was he was charming about being demanding and every time he took that bossy attitude, she noticed a definite wetness in a certain area of her body.

On their seventh date Wendy told Wes they were in new territory.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve never gone out with a man more than six times. It was one of my rules.”

“So what I heard really was true,’ and he laughed. “Well I’m glad you made me the exception because if you had turned me down, I would have come to your house and put you over my knee and spanked you until you accepted my invitation.”

“And you think that behavior would endear you to me.”

“Shall we see?”

“I don’t see that happening but you never know,” she told him.

“I do because I don’t intend to let you get away and knowing your personality and mine, I’m quite sure that eventually you will end up over my knee.  Quite frankly, I can’t wait to spank that luscious bottom of yours and watch the Ice Queen melt right before my eyes.”

Wendy felt that wetness and her body shivered.

He had that know it all smirk on his face. “Oh yes, I know you feel it too.  Soon, my sweet, very soon.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.