Thursday, July 31, 2014

Words of Wisdom - not mine



Some things I've found on Facebook that I liked and thought maybe you would too.  Life has been pretty vanilla and not much to tell in that vein.  I do have another book coming soon.  I'll the share the cover tomorrow.  Some of you may recognize some of the characters.  






 
















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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Enjoying the Lake

 Just a quickie.  We're at the lake this week and these are a couple of pictures.  Still hotter than hades but somehow being around water makes it seem cooler.



Sunset over Lake 


On My Morning Walk


View from the front porch





Just Sayin'


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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Thursday Tidbits





Hola -  There have been a couple of people working here and one speaks no English.  I thought maybe I might be able to communicate with my extremely limited Spanish, laughing at myself here.  I find that I know words but cannot seem to put them together to either understand or speak.  Our version of sign langauge seems to work when there is no translator around.  

Has anyone else noticed how good the peaches are this year?  I have gone literally whole summers without ever tasting a good peach.  This year, everyone I've tasted has been delish. Hope I didn't just put the whammy on myself.




Would love to hear this but life is pretty vanilla - too hot and sticky for anything else.  When we were younger, it didn't seem to be a problem.  Now it doesn't seem like it's worth the trouble.  I hate that I just said that but it's true, guess that's bound to happen after forty-four years together. We'll get our funk back on when it cools down, at least I hope so.


Nothing much else going on, just wanted to post something.  Enjoy this little tidbit. Thought it was worth sharing.



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Monday, July 14, 2014

The Best Lemonade Ever




The last thing he heard as he walked out the door was, ‘to get the right kind of baloney, not the kind  bought the last time’.

He thought about that and wondered why he was the one doing the shopping.  It was Saturday, his day off, and he’s out doing the grocery shopping.  She’s home all week, why isn’t she doing the shopping?   He thought about all the household chores he currently did along with keeping the outside maintained.  Granted she fixed him breakfast every morning and had dinner made most nights, except now that it was summer, he found himself doing more of that too, because he was responsible for the barbecue.  Why this morning he even had to get a clean towel out of the dryer because the linen closet was empty. He supposed he should be grateful that she had transferred them from the washer after he reminded her that he had started the load.  

His neighbor Bill yelled good morning interrupting his thoughts.  He got in the car, turned on some tunes and headed to the market.  Except, instead of turning right, he turned left. The further he drove, the more rural it became and he found himself enjoying the music, the scenery and the solitude.  Not that he didn’t have solitude.  Hell, Janice was always on the damn computer and half the time he wasn’t even sure if she knew or cared whether he was there or not.  Years back he heard about people spending all their time in chat rooms and he wondered if that was the case with Janice.  Maybe she had an on line lover – well, if she does, he's probably getting more verbal sex than he was physical sex.

He kept driving until he saw a turn-off with a small hand-lettered sign advertising homemade lemonade for sale.  Curiosity made him turn down what amounted to more of a lane, than a road.  At the end, there was a small run-down shack.  As he approached the shack, the door opened and a grizzled old man and a young boy of about seven, came out and immediately walked over to the market stand that stood a few yards away.

“Good Day, Son.” The old man said.  The young boy, tipped his head as if repeating the salutation.

“Good Day to you also.  It’s a beautiful day for a drive and I saw your sign. I sure would love a glass of your lemonade.” Hank told them.

The young boy took a glass from under the shelf,  filled it with ice and then hefted the pitcher of lemonade from the cooler.  He filled the glass to the brim and handed it over the counter along with a spoon and a napkin.  He pointed his head toward the sugar container.  Hank realized the boy did not speak, not knowing whether he was just shy, or it was an affliction.  Hank thanked the boy and reached into his pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill.  The boy shook his head no, the old man said he didn’t have any change, and Hank said it didn’t matter.  The boy then took the pitcher from the cooler and put it on the counter next to Hank.  Hank got the message that he could have as many glasses as he wanted.  He nodded his thanks, the boy acknowledged with another shake of his head and walked off.

There were a small table and chairs under the shade of an oak that had to be at least 100 years old judging by its height and girth.  Hank took his glass and went to sit down.  He was surprised when the old man, grabbed the pitcher and followed him to the table.

“Mind if I sit with you son,” the old man asked.

“Not at all,”  Hank told him.

After a few moments of silence, the old man spoke up.

“My name is Jake and I’ve been around a long time.  You look as if you have a lot of your mind.  Do you want to talk about it?"

Extending his hand, he said, “Nice to meet you Jake.  My name is Hank, and this is the best damn glass of lemonade I’ve had since I was a boy.”

“Yeah, my wife taught me how to make it and Hannah told me she learned it from her mother.  The trick is to make a simple syrup and then stir it into the lemon juice and water, instead of just spooning in sugar.  There’s something about the melting of the sugar first.  Don’t know why, just know it always tastes better.  Of course, some lemons are better than others, too.  Some are bitter, and some have their own sweetness – just like life’s lessons.

Hank shook his head in acknowledgement and wondered just what Jake was trying to tell him.

“So do you and Hannah live here full-time?” Hank asked.

“Hannah passed on, but Will and I live in the old farm house just beyond the trees over there. As you might have guessed, Will doesn’t speak.  It’s not a physical thing, he just saw some horrible things when he was a youngster and hasn’t spoken since.  The people in the know think that when his mind is ready to accept what he saw, he will find his voice. Until then, he and I live here together, it's easier on him.  He’s a smart boy and I give him his lessons, now that Hannah’s gone.  We were both school teachers once upon a time and the state checks up on him on a regular basis, so he’s getting a good education right here at home.”

Hank didn’t know what to say so he shook his head.  The silence crept back in between them.  A few moments later, the old man rose.  “Well, I’ll leave you to your lemonade.”

When Jake moved a few steps away, Hank said.  “Jake, I would like to talk.  I hate to burden you with my tale of woe but it would be good to get if off my chest.”

“Hank, there is no tale of woe that isn’t best shared with someone else.”

“I don’t even remember when it started, I think it was sometime after she quit work, but my wife and I are living separate lives together.  She treats me as if I was the hired help most of the time.  I don’t know what happened to her, or to us, I just know I’m not happy and I don’t think she is either,” Hank told him

“Have you shared your feelings?” Jake asked.

“I’ve tried but she doesn’t seem to be interested in me or anything I have to say.”

“Sometimes, when words aren’t working, other methods are necessary.”

“I have no idea what other methods you are talking about, but I am willing to try anything if it will help our situation.”

“I’m an old-fashioned guy, and this is an old-fashioned idea, but sometimes just because an idea or method is old – doesn’t mean it won’t work.  When I married Hannah, her daddy took me aside on our wedding day and told me that if ever Hannah gave me a hard time and wouldn’t listen to reason, I should take her over my knee, take down her drawers and spank her bare bottom until it was good and red.  Then he handed me a wooden paddle he had crafted.”

Hank looked at Jake as if he had two heads.

“I know son; I know exactly what you’re thinking.  At the time, I felt the same way.  However, one day, about four years into our marriage, Hannah did something that we argued about for days on end.  She refused to listen to my reasoning and did the exact same thing again two weeks later.  I heard her daddy’s words.  That evening, when our little one was asleep, I called her into the bedroom.  I’ll never forget the look on her face when she saw that paddle in my hand.  I told her to get undressed and get over my knee.  It was not pretty but eventually she was over my knee getting her bottom reddened.  She hooted and hollered telling me I was killing her but, sometime during that spanking I noticed a lot more than a red bottom, if you know what I mean.  That was only the first of many spankings, some good, some bad, but she was a lot more reasonable and listened to my words after that first time.”

“That’s quite a story Jake but I can’t imagine Janice ever putting up with that.”

“What do you have to lose?  I suggest you try talking to her again.  If that doesn’t work, tell her what you plan to do and then follow through.”

“I could end up in jail.”

“I don’t believe a spanking would land you in jail.  Once she realizes that if the police are involved, everyone will know,  she’ll come to her senses.  Mind you, it’s just a spanking on her bottom, no hitting anywhere else.  I know it’s not consentual but it worked for me and for hundreds of people before and after me.”

Hank finished his lemonade and told Jake thanks for the advice.

“I have to start home and I still need to get to the grocery store.”  They shook hands.

“Stop by again and let me know how things worked out.” Jake said.   Hank shook his head in agreement.

Hank thought about Jake’s words on the drive home.  He was raised with the belief you never struck a woman.  He believed that, however, was spanking the same as a slap across the face?  After all, how many times had he given her a slap on her bottom when they were first married?  Did he consider that striking a woman?  The answer was no, maybe Jake had something there.  He’s right.  What do I have to lose?  He made up his mind, he would talk to Janice tonight.

He whipped through the grocery store and just for spite bought the kind of baloney she didn’t like. If she starts complaining, I’m laying down the law.  Listen to yourself, he heard the voice in his head saying; you're sounding like an actor in an old movie.

He carried the groceries into the kitchen and sure enough she was sitting at her computer. She jumped when he told her he was home, so engrossed she hadn’t even heard him come in. 

“Are you going to put away the groceries?”

“Can’t you do it?” he heard her say.

“Yes, I can but I went to the store, the least you could do is put them away.”  He heard her huff and puff, and mumble something under her breath as she rose from the chair and came into the kitchen.

When she came across the baloney, he saw the look of disgust on her face.

“You bought the wrong damn kind once again. Didn’t I tell you not to buy that kind again.”  Her words were filled with disdain.

“Yes, you did tell me, and I bought that kind on purpose.  When I do something you don't like, it is the only time I get any attention from you, and it is going to stop.”

“You have my attention now,” she told him.

“Yes, and you better listen to what I have to say.  We are in trouble Janice.  I’m not sure you even know that, but we are.  You sit at that computer, hour after hour, day after day. You hardly do anything around here, and I’m tried of working all day and picking up after you on nights and weekends.”

“I fix you breakfast and dinner. I’m not a slave, you know.”

“And I am?” he responded.  She looked at him as if he was a piece of lint on a blue suit.

“There are certain things I expect you to change. For starters, from this day forward, you’re taking back the grocery shopping chore. If you don’t do it, then neither will I.  Two, you will at least acknowledge me when I come home, I don’t think that’s asking too much; and, three you will do the house and your own laundry, if you don’t want to do mine, I’ll do it.

There are other things too, but we’ll start with those.”

“And if I don’t.”

“Unless there’s a very good reason, I am going to do something I never thought I would do.  I am going to turn you over my knee and spank you.  If you want to have me arrested for doing so, be my guest.  I can just image the looks on people’s faces when they learn you were spanked like a naughty child.”

“I never”

“Maybe not, but just try me.  Now, unless you have done so since I left, there’s still laundry in the dryer to be folded and another load waiting.  Furthermore, I stripped the bed this morning, and it needs to be remade. Have you done either of those things?”

“No,” she answered haughtily.

“Then I suggest you get to them now or else.”

She rolled her eyes and gave him the one-finger  salute.  He didn’t hesitate.  He pulled out a kitchen chair, took her arm and pulled her down over his lap.  She was fighting him every step of the way. He merely put his arm over her back and crossed his leg over hers until she was locked in his grasp.  He used his other hand to lift her skirt and pull her panties into the crack of her lovely ass.  This isn’t what I expected, he thought to himself as he felt his cock harden, focus on the matter on hand.  She was still yelling at him and calling him every name she could think of when the first smack landed.  He didn’t hold back and delivered smack after smack as he watched her bottom turn from white to pink to rose color.  He stopped a few seconds to admire his handiwork and remembered what Jake had told him about Hannah’s arousal. He was surprised to see Janice’s wetness; so I’m not the only one aroused by this spanking, he thought to himself.  He resumed the spanking and watched as his hand would flatten her flesh and then bounce back, over and over.  Once her ass was a lovely shade of red and his hand probably hurt as much as her bottom, he stopped.  He held her in place a few moments, before releasing her. He braced himself because he wasn’t sure what to expect – she could get up swinging for all he knew.

He was surprised when she stood, put her hands back and rubbed her sore behind.  She pulled her panties out of her crack and lowered her skirt.  Still unsure what to do, Hank hugged her.  Surprisingly, she hugged him back and then went off to the laundry room.  He watched in amazement as she began taking the clothes out of the dryer.

I’ll be damned, he thought to himself, Jake was right.  He decided he would take Janice on his next visit so she could meet Jake and have a glass of Hannah’s lemonade and maybe Jake would tell her a story too.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

It's Saturday

Thanks everyone for checking in and helping me get my blogroll under control.  

Hope you had a chance to go over and join the book party and that you win a prize. Saturday always turns out to be a very expensive day for me.  I visit all the Saturday Spanking sites and every book sounds wonderful, so if there's an opportunity to win a book, I'm there and my debit card lives to breathe another day.

Here's a lovely thought.  Hope you get lots of lovely tricks today.




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Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane

Claire Jacobs always dreamed of making it to the Olympic Trials in the marathon. Unfortunately, she has a habit of getting in her own way. Enter Nick Fox, a no-nonsense coach, willing to use unconventional methods to bring her in line. Traumatized by her last coach and still recovering from self-destructive habits, Claire finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority about what she can and can’t handle on the trails. Still, her attraction for him deepens, even when she discovers he believes in good old-fashioned spanking as a method of correction.
As Nick spends more time with Claire, she enchants him with her drive and deep commitment to help her fellow runners. But when she gets into an argument with a teammate, he realizes he only has one option—to give the talented woman he cares about the first spanking of her life, a spanking that is not going to be fun for either of them.
Claire and Nick grow closer and she comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction. Discovering the emotional healing and strength to succeed during training, she moves past her shyness and self-doubt to step into a leading role with the young women on the team. But when team politics, jealousy and misunderstandings create drama, will she revert back to her old pattern of running away? Or can she learn to trust in love and race toward her goals with an open heart?
Publisher’s Note: Coach’s Discipline is an erotic romance novel that includes spanking, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting, anal play, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Friday, July 11, 2014

QUESTIONS??????

I know just the people who know the answer to this question.  The person who has been my blogger mentor has taken on a lot since Bonnie retired her blog.  Should I use quotation marks there?Is that a clue? The other person is everyone's friend and posts every single day so she's busy finding things to make us giggle, grin and reflect.  

Anyway, I have a couple of questions involving Blogger - the lady that has to be suffering through menopause because she is so mercurial, but we love her anyway.  Don't we?

1.  How do you remove an address from the reading list?  I have read the damn instructions and I know I'm not stupid but can't seem to understand what they are telling me.  So laymen's terms please - there are blogs on my list that are no longer in existence and others I no longer visit. I can't remove them.  Why can't it be a gadget?

2.  Lately, when I post the first comment of the day on whatever blog, it disappears and I have to sign in again.  This is a new twist and most of the time my comments are not long enough that it is a bother, but other times I really have my filter on and find just the right words, hit publish and poof - gone.  I've taken to hitting copy first but unfortunately my brain is sometimes on overload because I've taken so much time filtering and forget.  Are you smiling yet?

Those are my Aimless Ramblings for today.  Thanking Hermione and Cat in advance. Smiling.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

I'm Done

This has been an interesting week here in Blogland.  People have been stunned, hurt, and disillusioned by trust betrayed.  Many things have changed since I jumped on this bandwagon, bloggers have come and gone, some I miss, some I don't, but still I remain. It's a place to share thoughts, feelings, jokes, stories, whatever I want to aimlessly ramble about.  What people take from this blog is up to them, but I can assure you that what you see is what you get.  As for my comments, you have no idea how long it may take me to make a comment. You see, I have no filter and those who do not know me personally could easily take my words in a manner that could be hurtful to them or someone they love, so it is the one place I try to temper my words before commiting them to the ethers.

I've just finished reading the latest post of Red Booty Woman.  To me, the woman needs help because while I don't think she is the first, nor will she be the last, to embellish what otherwise may be a dull life, she carried the hoax far beyond the realm of normalcy.  To me, her latest post is not a cry for help, but a cry for sympathy. I think she's sorry but not necessarily sorry for her actions but because she was caught.  

My opinion is, and we all have one, is that I'm done with the drama. Her fifteen minutes of fame have long since expired.  I wish those most deeply affected by this betrayal, peace and prayers to move forward and not give her anymore of the attention she desperately craves.  They have given her enough of their time, love and friendship and she has 'kicked it to the curb' over and over again.

DONE and here's something a friend had posted on FB that is much more important than any words that may spew out of my head.





Enough aimless ramblings for today.  See you again.

Monday, July 7, 2014

The Article


Hope everyone enjoyed the weekend.  For most of us stateside it was a three days. The weather here was perfectly summer and I hope those of you along the east coast weren't too bothered by Arthur. We had a fun weekend filled with friends, food and lots of other stuff.  Enjoy the week and hope you like the story.




Maxie had a deadline, and it wasn’t helping her too focus on the subject.  Deadlines made her more of a procrastinator if anything.   She was in the midst of writer’s block and she had a 10,000 word article due Thursday for the next months' magazine issue.  Her editor had been leaving her cryptic messages since last Tuesday.  She planned to write it over the weekend, but that went out the window when her friend Jessica called and invited her to spend a couple of days with her at her beach cottage. She said her husband was on an out-of-town job, and they would have the place to themselves.

There was no way she could turn down Jessica.  They had been best friends since forever and now that Jess was married, they rarely got an opportunity to spend any time alone.  Two days together, drinking beer, lying on the beach, gossiping and reliving old times was too many temptations to ignore.

Maxie didn’t have to check with anyone because she was on a break with her fiancĂ©.  She was engaged to John Brennan for two years.  He kept pressuring her to set a wedding date, and she kept blowing him off.  He finally had it and told her that until she was ready to commit, she could consider herself single. She loved Josh but saw no reason to rush into marriage.  They got along great, had fun together in and out of bed, and since she was unable to have children, she didn’t see any need to rush.  Truth be told, she really didn’t care if they ever married.  Growing up she watched her mother marry and divorce four guys, she was now on her fifth.  Obviously she wasn’t a poster child for marriage so it meant little to Maxie.  Unfortunately, Josh Brennan was one of those upright guys who did everything that was expected of him.  It probably came from being raised in an Irish Catholic family and going to a school taught by Jesuits.  Not that she had anything against Jesuits or Irish Catholics, it’s just they seemed so uptight.

Anyway, she missed Josh and she never thought he was serious about this breakup.  She figured he would have called her by now, but it had been six weeks, and she hadn’t heard from him.  That probably had something to do with her writer’s block so a stress-free weekend at the beach should do the trick.

Maxie arrived at Jess’ wearing her bathing suit and a cover up  with a twelve-pack of Corona, a bag of chips and guacamole and a large tote containing her cosmetics, sun screen and a change of clothes.  Jess was already sunning on her deck; Maxie popped the top off a couple of Corona’s and joined her.

“So what’s been happening in your life?”  Jess asked Maxie.

“It’s been pretty boring.  I haven’t heard from Josh, and I was sure he would call;  I have an article due by Thursday that I haven’t even started yet, and I broke my favorite vibrator.  Other than that, everything’s good.”

“How about you?  How’s married life.” Maxie asked Jess.

“I’m okay.  Married life is not so good at the moment. Cam went away this weekend because we had a huge fight, and I thought we could put some space between us.”

“What’s the problem?” 

“There’s tons of little things but the biggest issue is he wants me to quit my job.”

“Why?”

“For one thing, I foolishly told him about this jerk that keeps hitting on me and secondly, we want to have a baby, and I haven’t been able to get pregnant.  We’ve been through all the tests, and the doctors say everything’s fine, he thinks it may be stress, and we should just relax and let nature take its course. But Cam thinks my job is putting added pressure on me.   Obviously, not getting pregnant is stressing me out, but Cam being on it all the time isn’t helping.”

“I’m sorry, let’s forget about all of it and pretend we are young and carefree again like we were in high school.  Just with alcohol” and they both laughed.

Jess was reading on her e-reader and Maxie was people watching.  One of her favorite things to do at this cottage, which was right on the beach provided so many interesting things and people, Maxie eyes were tired.  She was about to doze off when she saw this couple walking together, holding hands, when he let go and swatted her backside, not once or twice, but continually as they walked up the beach toward the parking lot.

“Jess, put down that book and watch this.”

“Watch what?”

“See that couple, he’s spanking her bottom right here in public.” 

They were drawing attention, and she could hear other people yelling him to stop.  The funny thing was the girl was not trying to get away.  It would have been very easy for her to take off, but she didn't; she continued to walk right next to him as he swatted away.

“Don’t you find it fascinating that she is allowing him to continue?” Maxie asked Jess.

“Not necessarily, haven’t you ever read anything about traditional marriage or domestic discipline or any other names given to that lifestyle.”

“I read Fifty Shades of Grey, but that was a novel.  This is real life.”



“Many people, in real life, have that kind of relationship.  It comes in all sizes and degrees.  Some couples just like to spank or be spanked and it is part of their lovemaking.  Other couples choose to have one partner, most notably; the husband lead the relationship as head of household.  And then, there are other couples, that have rules and regulations the submissive partner must adhere to or he/she gets punished.”


“How do you know so much about this Jess.  Are you and Cam one of those couples you referred to.” Maxie asked.

“When I first met Cam he asked me if I liked to be spanked. I told him he was out of his mind; that no one in their right mind liked spanking.  He told me I was wrong, but he didn’t bring up the subject again until about a year ago.  He gave me some websites to check out, which led me to blogs, and I think there may be more of them than there are of us.” Jess told her.

“Have you and Cam ever tried it.”

“No, but I’ve been thinking about because I think it’s something Cam would like to try. Do you think its something you would ever try?”

“I never gave it a thought.  Josh would give me a bottom slap occasionally. Once when we made love, he gave my bottom a good whack and asked “Whose your daddy?” because he said it was something he saw in a movie.  I didn’t mind, it was kind of sexy, so I probably would give it a try.” 

Jess said that in her research, she found that once upon a time in the not too distant past, it was an accepted behavior.  Men often spanked their wives.  Along came the sixties and woman’s lib and the practice of wives obeying their husbands and getting spanked if they didn’t, went the way of black-and-white television. 

Maxie laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Jess asked.

“I was merely picturing my mom obeying any one of her past four husbands and that maybe if one of them had taken her over his knee, he might still be around.  Perhaps I should suggest to Bob, he do exactly that, and he might be around for longer than the others. What the hell, she’s probably getting ready to boot him out soon anyway, it’s been over two years now, and she has to be getting close.” 

They both laughed.

“I can just hear that conversation now.  ‘Hey Bob, I think you should take my mom over your knee and give her a good spanking occasionally.’” Jess said.

Jess went back to reading her book and Maxie back to people watching.  Their last conversation kept rolling around in her head.  Her phone rang, it was her mom. 

“Hey, Mom,” and she started giggling.

“What so funny?”

“I’m with Jess at the beach cottage and we were just having a conversation about you.”

“And that’s funny.”

“Well, the topic was funny.  I saw a man spanking his girlfriend and Jess was telling me about some research she did on the topic and that years ago men routinely spanked their wives.  Now, don’t get all in a huff, but I suggested that perchance if any of your four previous husbands had spanked you, you might not be on number 5.  I said perhaps I should talk to Bob.”

“You think that’s funny.  How did you find out?  I know we didn’t say anything to you.”

“Find out wha…, you mean he actually spanks you?”  Maxie was incredulous.

“This topic is closed, Maxie.  Don’t ever bring it up again, do you hear me.”

“Oh, mom, this is too good.  I’ve got to tell Jess.  She won’t believe it.


“Tell me what?” Jess piped up.

“Bob already spanks my mom.”  Maxie was beside herself and trying very hard to hold back her laughter, especially when Jess was hooting and hollering in the background.

“That’s it, Maxie.  I’m hanging up now and don’t you dare repeat this conversation to anyone else.  Tell Jess too, and be sure to tell her I know where she lives,” and click went the phone.

Maxie was laughing so hard, she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Can you believe it?” she asked Jess.

“No, but stranger things have happened.  Maybe it works.  As you said they’ve been married over two years now.  This one might last.”


“You know Jess; I think I just found the topic for my article.  This will practically write itself,” she said as she lay back in the lounge chair to soak up more sunshine.

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Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy 4th

I wrote this story a couple of years ago and thought I would repost today. If you're celebrating this holiday, hope it's a great one and everyone stays safe.


The two couples had been friends forever.  Sandy and Liz were both teachers and had met each other before Jim and Ben were even in the picture.  When each had met their respective mates. they waited a while before they got them together.  When it finally happened, the guys were like two peas in a pod.  They bonded immediately and became a fearsome foursome.

They often spent time together, both together and separately.  The girls shopped together, and since they taught in the same school and frequently saw each other every day. They shared recipes, books, gossip, some secrets and a like sense of adventure. The guys would often play golf on the weekends and then meet the girls afterwards and the girls almost always shared their adventures with the guys. Sandy was definitely the bold one and Liz often went way beyond her comfort level.  There were times when Kevin and Dale were aghast at some of the stories.

When their kids were older, the two couples decided to purchase a cabin in the mountains near their hometown.  Linden Lake had always been a getaway for them. They figured it would be a good place to get together with the older kids and eventually their families.  The cabin was very rough, and both families spent their weekends and summers renovating it until it became a real home away from home. This was the first 4th of July, they would be really able to relax and enjoy the holiday. The festivities included a short play,  parade, a craft fair and later in the evening fireworks over the lake.

The 4th of July parade was a tradition in Linden Lake.  The local service clubs put on a dramatization of the signing of the Declaration of Independence prior to the parade and then the actors would join the parade.  Most of the town folk would also dress up in costumes reminiscent of the timeframe. 

Sandy being a history teacher was in her element with the Linden Lake Parade.  She decided she, and Liz should dress up a little differently. One of the English Revolutionary War generals, “Gentlemen Johnny” Burgoyne, was always known to bring along “ladies of the evening” on his campaigns. She thought this would be so much more fun to dress up like them rather than the usual costumes people wore.  When she approached Liz with the idea, she was a little hesitant but was bulldozed by Sandy into getting aboard.  Neither of the girls shared the plan with their husbands. When Sandy showed pictures to Liz she blanched.  She knew that Dale would not approve of his wife being attired in such an outfit in public.   Sandy eventually convinced her it that the bathing suit she wore to the last pool party was much more suggestive.  Unfortunately, Sandy did not know the price Liz paid for wearing that bathing suit.  One of the secrets she didn’t share with Sandy was that she had received a good bottom warming.

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On the morning of the fourth, the guys left early to start working on the parade set up.  The girls planned on arriving just before the parade began. The guys would save them a place in the viewing stands. They got quite a few hoots and hollers on the way to the stands. When Kevin and Dale saw their wives, both their mouths were agape.  Kevin pulled Sandy down on the bleacher seat so hard she yelped.  He asked her what the hell she was thinking.  She explained to him what the outfit was about, but he wasn’t listening.  He just kept lecturing that it wasn’t appropriate to wear at an outing for families.  It consisted of bloomers, a camisole top and a corset.  Once he calmed down a little, he had to admit to himself she looked pretty fetching but he wasn’t about to tell her that.  He told her they would finish discussing this later and was just getting up to leave when the parade started and they had to stay put. That is when they realized Dale and Liz weren’t there.

 As soon as Dale saw his wife, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the stands.  He never said a word to her as he led her to the car.   He still did not say a word to her on the way to the cabin.  She knew she was in trouble.  Silence did not bode well for her bottom.  When they reached the cabin, he opened her door and helped her out.  In the great room, he led her to the couch and immediately pulled her over his knee.  Then the lecture began.  He must have lectured her for what seemed like hours while, in reality, it was probably only about ten minutes.  When you are upside down over your husband’s lap, time seems to stand still.  Finally, he began to spank her, and he really let her have it.  She was squirming in no time.  The smacks continued to rain down on her behind as she kept asking him to please stop. When he was finished, he kept her over his knee.  When she calmed, he helped her up, kissed her and told her he loved her, but she knew better and he was very surprised she hadn’t learned her lesson after the bathing suit episode.  She told him she didn’t think it was so bad.  He smacked her bottom and asked her if she wanted more.  She told him no.  He said if she wanted to wear the outfit, she could do it in the privacy of their bedroom.  She was told to wash her face, change, and they would return to the festivities.

When they got back to town, the parade was over and Liz was grateful.  Her bottom was in no condition to be sitting on the hot, hard bleachers.  They caught up with Kevin and Sandy in the parking lot.  Sandy asked Liz where they had gone.  Dale answered for her.  He said he didn’t like his wife in the get up and took her home to change.  Kevin remarked that was where they were headed.  They agreed to meet up later for lunch at the local outdoor grill.

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After lunch, the two couples wandered through the craft booths.  At one of the wood crafting booths, there were all manners of paddles with cute sayings, like “Board of Education,"  “For Unruly Wives," “For Bear Bottoms” “Attitude Adjuster”  and so on.   Liz tried directing them away from the booth.  Kevin smirked and said he was going to buy the one “For Unruly Wives” because it might come in handy.  Dale leaned over and whispered in Liz’s ear that her face was as red as her bottom had been earlier.  Sandy noticed the interchange but remained silent for the moment.

At dinner, they decided to watch the fireworks from their deck instead of dealing with the crowds of people downtown.  It wasn’t quite dark when they returned, and as they waited, Sandy suggested they played a game of Truth or Dare. Sandy was always instigating and liked to find out everybody’s secrets.  She didn’t think there was any secret she didn’t know about Liz but after that interchange at the wood crafting booth, she wasn’t so sure.  This would be a good way to get the answers.

They all moaned at the suggestion but started to play nevertheless.  Kevin, Dale and Liz all had their turn and were laughing at the silliness of it all.  Sandy posed her question to Liz.  Truth or Dare – “What did Dale say that embarrassed you today at the wood crafting booth?” Liz gave Sandy a look that would melt ice.  Sandy ignored the look and asked Liz again.  Liz still didn’t answer.  Kevin stepped in and told Sandy to pose another question.  Sandy said that wasn’t how the game was played and posed the question again.   Dale could see Liz was upset and said he didn’t want to play anymore.  He went out to the deck, and Liz followed.

Sandy yelled out spoil sport.  Kevin told her that was enough.  She started to go out on the deck when Kevin stopped her and said to cool off and leave them alone for a bit.  She whirled around and told him he wasn’t the boss of her, and she would do what she wanted.  Sandy went out on the deck and continued to tease Liz about being a spoil sport.  Finally, Liz had enough. She turned on Sandy and told her it was none of her business. Sandy wouldn’t let it go.  Kevin told Sandy that she was being an unruly wife and ruining everybody’s good time.  He told her to remember what he had purchased that day. She told him she remembered, but he wouldn’t dare. He just grinned.
  
Just then the fireworks started over the lake.  They all oohed and aahed  at the spectacular display.  They could hear the patriotic music playing in the background, and it was a reminder of what this holiday represented. Sandy leaned over and whispered to Liz, she was sorry she had upset her.  Liz squeezed her hand, and all was well.


Next Sandy told Kevin she was sorry she had behaved badly.  When he reached in to whisper something, Sandy figured it was to tell her all was forgiven.  If it hadn’t been so dark, everyone would have seen her face redden.  What he told her was the fireworks were not over and that yes he would dare.

There's another of my older 4th of July stories posted on the other blog in case you're interested.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.