Sunday, August 31, 2014

Small Town Girl


SMALL TOWN GIRL


Kyle Michaels driving home after a long shift as a Camp Counselor at Camp Cahuega, thinking he hated that summer was almost over but excited about the following week. Off to college next week on a basketball scholarship, his whole life was about to change. For now though, it was one of those perfect summer evenings, and as he drove along in his brother’s hand me down Plymouth convertible, the wind ruffling through his hair and his favorite station playing on the radio, for him life was as good as it gets.

Suddenly, out of the darkness, someone jumped out in front of the car. He slammed on the brakes and swerved to the left, barely missing the person.  He was cursing about the stupidity of the action when he saw it was a young girl.

“Help, please, help.” she yelled at him.  He steered the car to the side of the rode and hopped out as she ran to him.

“I need help, come quick,” as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the wooded glen.As they raced along the pine covered trail, he noticed the girl was soaking wet and barefoot but it didn’t slow her down at all.  When they reached the river, he saw the predicament.  Someone else was clinging to a tree limb overhanging the riverbank.

“Hang on, Sarah, we’re coming.”

The swollen river, fueled by a couple of days of heavy rain, was flowing rapidly.  Kyle immediately dove in.  A strong swimmer, it only took him seconds to reach the stranded girl and pull her to shore.

“What the hell are you two doing out here in the dark.  Don’t you know it’s dangerous even in the daytime.  Didn’t you see the warning sign about dangerous currents?”  Kyle practically screamed at them.

He knew he was spitting out one question after another but this whole dangerous situation made him angry. He could have killed that girl that jumped in front of his car and then the recklessness of swimming alone in a deserted area in the dark of night had caused his temper to boil over.  He noticed the girls shaking and as he calmed down, he too felt the chill of the breeze on his wet skin.  He herded them toward his car where he had a blanket and a jacket to offer.

“Get in the car,” he directed them.  They hesitated.

“Now you’re worried about getting into the car with a stranger after the stunt you just pulled.  The two of you deserve a good hard spanking.”

The girls looked at each other and jumped into the back seat.  Kyle got in, put up the top and cranked on the heater. Turning around to face them huddled together under the blanket he finally asked them their names and where they lived.

“I’m Brenda Davis,” said the one who jumped in front of the car, “and this is Sarah Miller.  We’re cousins and are visiting our grandparents who live over on Old Mill Road.”

“Why that has to be over a mile from here, how did you get here?”

“We were tubing.”

“In the river, in the dark without life jackets, do you have any brains at all?” he asked incredulously.

“Listen, Buster.  We’ve just had a harrowing experience and don’t need to be scolded, so  just take us home,” Brenda told him.

Kyle couldn’t believe what he just heard.  Before he did something he was going to be truly sorry for, he turned the car around and headed toward Old Mill Road.  Turning left on Old Mill road, Brenda directed him to their grandparent’s house. At one time, it belonged to Otis Anderson, but it had been sold after his death, and although he didn’t know the new owner, maybe his parents did.

He stopped the car and stepped around to open the passenger door.  He started to walk them to the door and Brenda snippily told him that wouldn’t be necessary.

“I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but here a gentleman always escorts a lady, and I’m using that term loosely, to the door and sees her safely inside.”  He heard Sarah snicker and the loud hmpf from Brenda. 

Brenda walked in first, with Sarah following.  She handed him his blanket, said thank you for coming to their rescue, then slowly closed the door, leaving him standing there.  Shaking his head, he walked to the car and drove the rest of the way home.

FAST FORWARD TEN YEARS

Kyle Michaels came back to Haven Port to spend Labor Day with his folks at their annual end of summer party. After college, he took a job in the city but managed to get back to Haven Port every couple of months. He was always on the lookout for any job within fifty miles of Haven Port and if something came up, he would move back in a heartbeat. 

His folks, always happy to have him home, took him to dinner the night of his arrival.

“Mom, I eat out all the time.  I was looking forward to some home-cooked meals,” he told her.

“Sorry, about that, but what with getting ready for the party tomorrow, I didn’t have the time or the space to worry about dinner tonight.  You’ll just have to come home more often or find yourself a wife.”

“Let’s not start that, please.”  He laughed at his mother’s frown.

They went to Jack’s Son’s Hole in the Wall.  It was an institution in Haven Port and practically the town center.  If you needed or wanted to hear or catch up on the latest news, you were bound to learn about it at the Hole as the locals called the place. They stopped and said hello to everyone along the way to their table. She handed them menus and said their server would be right with them.

“Mom, do you know our hostess’ name.  She looks familiar.”

“Honey, that’s Brenda Davis.  Her grandparents live over on Old Mill Road, and she moved here shortly after Millicent Davis suffered a stroke.  I think you were in college at the time.  Anyway, she lives here now.”

“I thought she looked familiar.”

“Honey, I don’t think you know her; she didn’t move here until after you left.”

“Oh, no. The summer I left for college she was here visiting her grandparents.  She and a cousin decided to go river tubing at night and ended up in trouble.  Luckily, I happened along, helped them out and drove them home.  She was a snippy little brat.”

“Well, she’s grown up now.”

“She sure is.” As she walked away, he noticed the sway of her long ponytail swishing back and forth across a cute little ass.  He remembered wanting to spank that ass because she was such a brat. 

On the way out of the restaurant, Brenda Davis still armed the Hostess Desk. Kyle couldn’t resist.

“Have you done any more nighttime river tubing?” he asked.

“Excuse me, do I know you.”

“I’m not sure knowing me is the exact term, but my name is Kyle Michaels and I was the one who rescued your cousin the night of your teenage tubing adventure.”

OMG.  I never even thanked you.    I was so scared I just wanted to get home and feel safe. The next day, I realized I didn’t know your name, or where you lived. Let me buy you dinner to thank you for that evening, I feel it’s only right having behaved so badly.”


“You definitely were a brat.  I’ll tell you what, my folks are having an end of summer party tomorrow, why don’t you stop by.  We can talk about dinner then.”


“I’ll be sure to stop by.   The Michaels place over on Heritage Drive, correct.”


“I do love small towns, yes that’s the place.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kyle told her.   

People had been coming and going to the Michaels party all day.  Kyle had kept an eye out for Brenda but hadn’t seen her make an appearance.  He kept busy though, an eligible bachelor who was tall, tanned and charming, wasn’t at a loss for female company.  A steady stream of ladies sought him out, some old friends among them but mostly newbies, at least to him.  Since he only visited Haven Point, he had no intention of getting involved with any of them.  He dated often, but hadn’t yet found anyone to hold his interest beyond a few months.  Apparently, his dating pool wasn’t wide enough, and he should cast a larger net because he kept meeting the same woman with different names.

He was standing in the corner talking to an old high-school chum when he saw her enter the deck.  She must have come from work because she wasn’t dressed as casually as the other party-goers.  He excused himself and walked over to her.

“Hello, Brenda.  Glad you could make it.”

“Thank you Kyle.  It would have been rude of me not to, especially after the last time.”

“I think we can chalk that up to teenage angst, don’t you?”

“I’d like that, then we can start fresh.  I haven’t seen you since that evening, not that I’m sure I would have recognized you except for your memory jog, but I assume you no longer live in Haven Port.

“No, I left for college right after our initial encounter and after college took a job in the city.  I love it here though and wouldn’t mind living here.  It was a good place to grow up and judging by my parents, a good place to grow old.”

“I agree with you about a good place to live.  I came temporarily and ended up permanent.  It’s not the best place for an unattached female however.  I think all the good men leave and then come back with a city girl.”

Kyle laughed at her comment.  “I haven’t found that city girl, so I guess I can’t come back to stay yet,” he joked.

They continued to banter back and forth, and Kyle enjoyed her company. He learned she was in her sophomore year of college when she came back to care for her grandmother. She had a degree in Art History and when she wasn’t working at the restaurant, used her time to pursue her passion of painting. The library had some of her work on display, and she was the featured artist in the courthouse this month. She told him she sold her work at local shows and hoped that one of these days she’d be discovered by some visiting gallery owner and would no longer be a starving artist.

“I’m really not starving. The restaurant job pays the bills and gives me the days to work on my art and that is what soothes my soul.”

 “I would love to see some of your work.”

“See my etchings, huh.  That line is even too old for you,” she laughed.

“Too old, huh.  What do you think I am, ancient?”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “Would I say that to such a chivalrous gentleman?”

“I’m not too senile to know when I’m being pricked.  Watch out, because I spank spunky  girls.”

“So you said once before.  So far, all you’ve done is threaten.”

“Girl, you don’t want to go down that road.”

“Maybe, I do,” She took a sip of her drink.

Taken aback, Kyle just looked at her.  “Left you speechless, did I?” she asked.

“Yes, you did.  I think this conversation should be continued over dinner.  Are you ready to leave now?”

“It’s your party.”  He found his dad and said he was leaving and didn’t know when he would be back.  He had no idea where this evening would end, but he was going to enjoy the explorations.

He drove to River’s Edge a quaint restaurant, not far out of town.  He asked for a quiet table outside.

“Shall we order a bottle of wine?” he asked.

“Do you need alcohol to continue our earlier conversation?”

“I don’t, do you?” He smiled back.  He had never had a conversation like this before.

“No, I don’t.  You probably think I’m forward, but I know what I want and life is too short to play games.  I’m pretty choosy with whom I share my ‘kink’. I live in a small town, but I think you are a gentleman and aren’t into kiss and tell; I hope I’m not wrong.

“You’re not wrong.  I’ll say one thing, you are different than any girl I’ve ever met.  Girls are usually not quite as up front with what they want.  Right now though, I want dinner, I’m starving.  How about you?”

“Dinner is fine, and then I’ll tell you what I want for dessert.”

Kyle had a feeling he knew exactly what she wanted for dessert, and he would be only to happy to deliver. He chuckled to himself. Brandy surprised him again by ordering a steak, baked potato and asparagus and ate every bite. Such an interesting girl. Most girls ordered a full dinner and then played around with it the whole time.  He hated that.

When the server came to clear the plates and handed her the dessert menu, her answer  surprised him.

“I know what I’m having for dessert, and it isn’t on the menu, but thank you anyway.”

She turned to Kyle and asked him if he was ready for dessert.

“Quite ready.”

“Since I’m staying at my parents, do you have a place of your own or should I be looking for a hotel room somewhere?”

“Out on Old Mill Road, you remember right. I have my own garage apartment, not to worry. We won’t disturb or be disturbed.”

Arriving at the house, she directed him to the back. She ran up the stairs to the apartment. At the top, she crooked her finger toward him, turned around and stuck out her bum. His pants tightened.

“You really are something Ms. Davis.  I’m going to enjoy spanking that pert little bottom.”

“Talk is cheap.”

“That’s it.”  She watched him roll up his sleeves and felt the tingling in her tummy while her bottom clenched in anticipation of what was to come.  “Do you need a lecture or a reason for me to spank you or do we just get to it.”

“If you’re the kind of man I think you are, you’re in charge so whether this is the first or last time, either by my choice or yours, it is up to you.”

He slowly pulled her sundress over her head, grazing her breast on the way.  His hands snaked down her body, rolling her panties off her hips and down her thighs, calves and ankles.  He smacked her legs.

“Step out.” He ordered.  She hesitated for just a moment, and he smacked her ass hard and she sucked in her breath.

“Go stand in that corner, nose to the wall, while I decide what I am going to do with you,” he ordered.  Her body twitched. He moved a kitchen chair to the middle of the floor, making sure to make enough noise to see if she would react. If she sneaked a look he would smack her again. She didn’t.   After a few moments, he called her to him and made her stand between his legs.  Naked and vulnerable, she didn’t look as sure of herself as she had earlier.

He lifted her chin to look at him, but she kept her eyes downcast.  “Look at me! I’ve decided I’m going to give you the spanking you deserved the night we first met. You certainly had it coming for your reckless behavior as well as being an absolute brat.
What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing, sir.”  He liked that response; it made him feel dominant, and he needed that because this was a totally new experience for him. Other spankings had always been in the heat of the moment, not like this.

He pulled her over his knee and waited as she adjusted herself, hands on the rungs of the chair and toes touching the floor. He placed his hand on her creamy white globes and slowly began rubbing his hands up and down her back, her buttocks and her thighs.  He heard her sigh and that’s when he rained down the first smack.  The noise rang out in the quiet of the night.  He smacked her again and heard her sigh again.  The next ten smacks came one right after another, in the same spot in the middle of her ass.  As her ass started to pink, his pants started getting tighter.  He raised his knee, giving him some relief but not Brandy.  Now he had full access to the crease and laid another volley of hard spanks on her bottom.

He stopped spanking.  “How are you doing Brandy?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Do you need me to continue?”

“By all means, Sir.”

He needed no further encouragement.  He spanked her hard, first on one cheek, then the other.  He could feel the heat in her bottom and switched to her thighs. When a particularly hard smack landed on her crease and caught part of her pussy, he felt her body go rigid and she cried out. He spanked the same area until she stopped shuddering and went back to spanking her bottom with his now wet hand. When his hand was about to fall off, he stopped.

“There, now tell me you’re sorry and you won’t be doing anything that reckless again.”

“I’m sorry, sir, and I won’t do anything that reckless again.”

“Get up and go stand back in the corner, with your hands on your head, until I tell you to turn around.”

Brandy walked to the corner.  There were red blotches all over her bottom, it had to be throbbing, and he yearned to rub away some of the sting, but he didn’t dare.  Five minutes later, he released her from the corner, not sure what to expect.

She came toward him.  “Thank you. I needed that.  I can see what you need, and I can help, if you’d like.”  Without waiting for an answer, she kneeled down, grabbed at his crotch, unzipped the zipper as his rock-hard  penis sprang loose.  It didn’t take long for her to bring him over the edge. 

She stood up, went to the bathroom sink and brought him a wet cloth, and went back to the bathroom.  By the time she returned she wore a short robe and he could still see remnants of the spanking. He put himself back together and the chair back in place.  Not sure what to say or do, he didn’t have to worry.

“Thank you Kyle.  I needed that and I think you needed the closure.  The next time you are back in Haven Port, we can do this again, if you like.”  She reached over, kissed him on the cheek and opened the door to the outside.


“Drive carefully.” He heard as the door closed behind him.  Definitely, the most interesting girl I’ve met so far. Who needs a city girl.


Friday, August 29, 2014

Head's Up

Hi everybody.  I know this is the beginning of three day weekend here in the good ole' USA and people are off enjoying the last official weekend of the summer. So I wanted to give you a heads up - you know I always post a new story on Monday; well this week's story got away from me and it's a little longer than usual.  Since it is a story about Labor Day Weekend, I'm posting it in two parts, but the first part will be on Sunday.  

So, you can choose to read in two parts or all at once on Labor Day.  



This feels right.  Hope you enjoy the weekend and see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

TAKE A PEAK


In case you have not heard (smiling), I have a new book out there,  At the End of the Rainbow. Just as a little tease, I'm sharing an excerpt here.  Enjoy

Melody had always wanted the experience of finding and cutting down her own tree.  Ken agreed even though he wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just find one on his property, but Melody wouldn't have it.  They located a tree farm close to Colorado Springs and not that far from Ken’s ranch.  It had snowed the night before adding to Melody’s excitement, but it made for a slippery ride.  I-25 was the main corridor from Ken’s place to Colorado Springs and involved going over Monument Hill, which could be a bear in the winter.  By the time they arrived at the tree farm, Ken was a little irritable and anxious knowing they would have to traverse the same road back home.  The farm was crowded and Melody kept finding trees already tagged, so they kept trudging farther and farther in the snow.  Ken was becoming more and more irritable the longer it took her to find the perfect tree.

“For God’s sake, Melody, it’s only a damn tree.  Pick one out and let’s get the hell out of here.  I’m cold, wet and we still have the drive back,” he told her.

“You’re taking all the fun out of this,” she told him.

“I didn’t see the point of driving all the way here for this anyway.  There are perfectly good trees on my property, not to mention hundreds that have already been cut down and sitting in lots.  I did this because you wanted the experience.  Well, you have it.  I’m giving you fifteen minutes Melody.  If you haven’t found one in fifteen minutes, we’re leaving, or at least, I am.”

She looked at him, and huffed away.  The hell with him.  The truth was she was cold and wet too; this wasn’t nearly as much fun as I thought it would be.  She found another tree, looked down, and saw another tag. 

She started walking back out of the farm toward the car.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m never going to find a tree in fifteen minutes, so we might as well head for home.  That’s what you want anyway.”

“Quit acting like a spoiled brat.”

“I’m not. We can leave now or just wait the fifteen minutes you allotted me and leave then.  Your choice?”

She continued walking toward the car with Ken right behind.  The ride home was terrible, between the driving conditions and dodging bumper cars; the silence in the car was deafening.  By the time they pulled onto the ranch property, Ken was ready to pulverize Melody’s ass.  She stomped out of the car, slamming the door and going into the house.  She shed her jacket and boots and lit a fire.  She was opening a bottle of wine as Ken walked in. 

“You want a glass of wine?” she asked.

“You bet I do, but not right now.  Right now; we are going to have a little talk.”

“Talk about what?’ she asked

“Actually, I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.  The only difference is I’m going to discuss my issues while I’m pounding your ass, and you are going to listen not with your ears but with your behind.”

“Oh no, you’re not.  You are the one who’s been surly all day.  I’ve tried to be pleasant, but no.  I am not going to allow you to spank me because you are in a bad humor.”

“You’re not going to allow me to spank you.  Guess what, you gave me that permission a while back, and I am going to spank you.”

“The hell with you Ken.” She spun around, went into the bedroom and locked the door.  A few minutes later, she heard the back door slam.  She lay down on the bed and fell asleep while Ken tried working off his anger in the barn.  He mucked out stalls, curried horses, oiled harness, doing anything to get rid of his anger.  Melody was right; he was surly all day because he didn’t want to go to that damn farm.  He still wanted to spank her because she was a brat and that last stunt in the tree farm was childish - it was best  if he stayed out in the barn until he calmed down.
Ken worked in the barn for a couple of hours.  When he was no longer seething, he went back to the house.  He badly needed a shower.  He went to the bedroom and bounced off the door.  It was locked.

“Son of a Bitch,” he spouted as his anger immediately returned.  “Melody, open this goddamn door now.  I’m filthy and sweaty; I want to shower in my own goddamn bathroom. Get your ass up and open this door.  If you want to lock yourself in a room, go find another, there are plenty of others in this house.”

Melody heard yelling and immediately jumped up not sure what was happening.  It finally registered it was Ken’s voice at the door.  She forgot she locked the door and went over and turned the knob.  “What’s all the yelling about?” she asked.

“You locked the damn door; I want a shower.”

“I'm sorry. I locked the door and must have fallen asleep.”  She moved away from the door;  he swept passed her removing his grubby clothes as he walked toward the bathroom and into the shower.  She picked up the dirty clothes, deposited them in the hamper, and sat on the bed waiting for him to finish his shower.  Then she remembered their earlier argument and wanted to make things right, so she too, removed her clothes and joined him in the shower.

“Is this supposed to be an apology?” he asked when she entered the shower.

“Do you want it to be?” she asked coyly.

“I still want to spank your ass.”

She turned and placed her hands up against the shower wall, giving him full access to her backside.  “Well, big boy, here it is.  Whack away."

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind but a smart man never passes up an opportunity when it is presented.  Especially when it is in such a sexy way.”


If you enjoyed the excerpt and want to read more, you can click on the title to purchase in all digital editions, or hop over to Amazon for mobi (Kindle).  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tearful Goodbye's

Today was a first.  As most of you know, every year we spend time at my brother's place in Texas. He has acreage and we park our RV and camp out.  It's great for all of us because it's private and yet we and they have great neighbors.  This year it has been an unusally long stint, with breaks here and here, but Ray loves it here and hates to leave. The weather played a role in us getting here earlier than usual and Ray's surgery kept us here longer than usual. I have to admit, I like it here too.  It's country in the city.  Within five minutes there is everything you can image, yet here it is peaceful and serene.


Today's tearful goodbye was because they were the ones leaving. They are heading back east for some fun times and to visit family and friends and we're staying behind.  Seeing them drive off in their motor home, with the Vespa on the front and the boat behind reminded me a little of The Clampetts.  It will be strange not to have our neighbors, and we will miss them terribly.  

In another three weeks or so, we too will be leaving and heading west for the winter.  First to Arizona, then to California, back to Arizona and then back here to Texas by next May for my baby brother's 60th birthday. OMG, that seems so impossible to even think.  Of course, everything is God willing and the creek don't rise.  The sad part is it will all go by in the blink of an eye.

Enough ruminating for now, Ray and I are off to the movies. See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.  I'll be out on the deck later, stop by for a drink.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Changing Gears, Part Two

Can you believe next weekend is Labor Day and summer vacation for many is over.  It has gone by in the flick of an eye. Not much going on here, pretty laid back, it's really too warm and staying in the air conditioning seems the smartest thing to do.  Ray and I went to the movies the other day, well we went to separate movies together.  He saw his usual shoot em' up bang bang and I saw The Hundred Foot Journey.  It was a wonderful fell good story.  If you get a chance, go see it, I think you'll enjoy it. We've tried a couple of new restaurants lately, some worth going back, some not.  How about you, anything fun happening, any plans for the last three day weekend of the summer (well in US anyway)

Here is part two of Changing Gears, you can read here in case you missed the beginning.

“Josh Bradford, I’d like you to meet Ms. Brandy and Ms. Renee Reynolds,” Pete said.     

“Hello little Ms. Blue Eyes,” Josh said talking to Brandy. “Nice to see you again, Renee,”

“You two know each other,” Pete sputtered.

Josh explained that Renee, and her daughter had stopped by his garage last Sunday when she was having a problem with her car.

“But you’re not open on Sunday.”  Pete said.

“That’s what I tried telling her, but she didn’t take no for an answer and then sent in reinforcements.  I couldn’t turn down Ms. Blue Eyes.” Josh said.

“That’s the short version,” Renee said.  “I was quite bitchy and treated him terribly.  In fact, I thought of stopping by today on the way up to apologize and thank him, but I missed the exit.  By the way, the car’s running fine.”

“Glad to hear that and I accept the apology.  I think I still have that bump on my head.”

“I’m so sorry.  I know I can be a little high-handed.  It comes from being on my own and dealing with men who always think a sexy body means a lack of brains. When that happens,  my antenna goes up and the claws come out.  You were not exactly pleasant either.”

“Was that before or after I bumped my head?”  She laughed at his remark and offered her hand for a handshake. “Peace,” Josh took her hand and felt instant warmth.

Pete explained that he, and Josh Bradshaw grew up together and had been tinkering with cars since they built their first go cart with each other.  Pete talked about Josh’s military career and how he came back to Sumerton to take over their old hangout, and was still talking when Josh interrupted him.

“Do I get to talk,” Josh asked? Pete laughed and apologized.  “This is my first fix-up,” and Pete laughed harder.

“Is that what this is?  I thought I was just invited for a barbecue.”

After their initial standoff, Renee and Josh hit it off. They laughed and joked telling stories of Jeanine and Pete in their younger days.  When dinner was over, they helped Pete clean up while Jeanine sat with her swollen feet propped up on a chair, playing ‘old maid’ with Brandy.  They ended up all playing Monopoly until Brandy and Jeanine were ready for bed.  Pete suggested that since it was early, Josh and Renee should go out for a while.

“Are you sure you’re okay with Brandy staying here.”

“Of course, it’s okay.  You’re spending the night anyway, so as long as you don’t get rowdy and wake everyone when you come in, you’re fine, and I want you home no later than 2:00, or you’ll be sorry,” he answered trying to maintain a stern face.

Josh and Renee enjoyed themselves.  They both enjoyed dancing and singing along to the music.   They were amazed when the band called for last call. Josh realized he didn’t want the evening to end so before heading home, they decided to stop for breakfast.

“You are so different than my first impression. I’d love to see you again.  Maybe next time we could do something with Brandy, is that okay with you?”

“It’s more than okay.  I’m glad you didn’t allow your initial impression of me to stand.”

“Me too, because I have to tell you I had all I could do not to take you over my knee.  You acted like such a bitch, and I will not tolerate that sort of behavior.”

“So, you said.  That’s really some old-fashioned thinking, for such young a man.”
                                                                                                                                 
“Call me a throwback but I think when something works it never goes out of style, just like this old Aston Martin.

“You might be right; I know you are about this car.  You’ve done a beautiful job of restoring her.”

“Thanks. “So, after my disclosure, do you still want to date me, because consent to one is consent to the other?”

“I guess I will just have to be on my best behavior with you.”

“Not just me, but with others, especially when Brandy is around.  Otherwise, you’re setting a bad example.” 

Renee said that as long as he was laying all his cards on the table, she would do the same.  She was tired of being single and was looking for someone to love and who loved her and Brandy. Parenting was hard work, and she felt bad Brandy was missing out on not having a daddy in her life.

“If you’re interested in a long-term relationship, then the answer is yes.  If you’re not, we will be friends and bump into each other at the Martin’s.”

By the time they pulled into the Martin’s driveway, it was well after 3:00am.  The front porch light was on and when Josh walked Renee to the door, he wondered if Pete would be up waiting for her.  He laughed to himself, and she asked what was funny.

“I was thinking what Pete told us to be home by 2:00, it is way past that.”

“So, we broke curfew; we're in trouble.  I hope he’s not in there with a shotgun,” she laughed.  Josh delivered a slap on her bottom and pushed her in the door.

“Ooohh, it’s starting already, and we haven’t even made another date,” Renee said with a giggle.

Josh smacked her butt again.  “You two, knock it off out there,” they heard Pete say.


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Renee and Josh had several dates over the next couple of weeks, some including Brandy, some not.  Josh began thinking of them as his family; it was a good feeling.  It was nice to be concerned about someone other than himself.  Sunday was now family day and he no longer spent Sundays alone in the garage, that was reserved for Mondays; he didn’t mind.

Renee’s overall bitchiness seemed to have disappeared.  Josh didn’t know the reason and didn’t care, but he liked her much better this way.  She was still a little bossy but most of the time Josh would raise an eyebrow, and she would tone down her words or manner. When they were alone, he would swat her bottom.  The first real spanking occurred one evening when Josh was picking up Renee and Brandy to take them to dinner.  Renee had a particularly long, tiresome workday, and Brandy was acting as five-year olds often do. Brandy was a real chatty and kept interrupting Renee while she was trying to talk to Josh.  Renee told her to wait until she was finished talking and then Brandy could talk. Brandy, being five years old, couldn’t wait. 

“Brandy, I told you to be quiet and wait.  Now I’m not telling you again,” she said in a raised tone of voice.

Josh put his hand on her knee to calm her down. 

Brandy started talking and Renee turned to Brandy in the back seat and screamed.
Goddammit, Brandy.  That’s enough, now I don’t want to hear your voice again and when we get home you’re going straight to bed.  Do you hear me?” Brandy started crying.

Josh nicely told Renee to stop. 

“Don’t you tell me to stop. Brandy is the one that needs to stop.”

“Renee, I’m asking you nicely to knock it off, you’re the adult.”

“Go to hell, I’ll do what I want.  You are not my keeper.”

The minute the words were out of her mouth she knew she had gone too far by the look on his face.  Brandy was still crying and Josh tried to soothe her feelings.  Renee tried making amends to them both. She told Brandy she was sorry, explaining that she had a bad day at work.  Brandy stopped sobbing and Renee turned to Josh.  His stony face said it all. 

“I’m sorry.  It was a bad day and I am overwrought,” she told him.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he told her.

He stopped at his favorite Italian restaurant. He knew that pizza was on the top of Brandy’s food list and he loved their Veal Parmesan.  He ordered a carafe of their house wine to go along with dinner.

“Thank you, I really need this,” Renee told him.

“That’s not all you need,” he responded. She suddenly felt like she was ten years old again who had to bring home a note from the teacher.  She watched and listened to Brandy chatting away and Josh was listening intently to the happenings of Happy Days Day Care.  She wished she had listened earlier and she wouldn’t be in trouble now.  She had to give it to Josh, she knew he was upset but he wasn’t letting it ruin their dinner and she was sure Brandy was none the wiser of the trouble that she had caused, thank goodness.

Dinner was over, they stopped for ice cream and when they got home, Renee started running a bath for Brandy.  Josh turned on the television as Renee got Brandy ready for bed.  Brandy wanted them both to read her a story.  She was asleep the third time through the story. 

Josh and Renee walked to the living room.  He sat down, and widened his legs for her to stand between them.  He reached for and held her hands.

“You know what has to happen to get past today’s incident, don’t you, asked Josh?

“I think so.”

“Either you do or you don’t. Which is it?  Look at me.”


“You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?”

“You better believe it and I want you to tell me why you’re getting this spanking.”

“I was really bitchy to Brandy and…”

“And?”

“And I disrespected you by yelling at you in front of Brandy.”

“Okay, so do you agree that you deserve this spanking?”

Renee stood there looking down at the floor.

“Look at me, Renee. I’m waiting for an answer.” She couldn’t seem to raise her head.

“Renee, look at me.”  She raised her head but her eyes were focused elsewhere.

“Renee!”  Her eyes reacted to the tone of his voice and she finally looked at him and shook her head.

“Okay, then, let’s get started.  Lay down over my lap.”

Renee did so with some help from Josh.  He made sure she was comfortable, and the effort wasn’t wasted on Renee.  Although this was serious, she chuckled to herself.
She still had on her work clothes of an a-line skirt and blouse.  He raised her skirt and admired her round bottom encased in a pair of pink lacy bikinis.  His palm rested on her backside.
                                                              
“Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s get this over with.”

“Giving me lip while you’re already over my knee is not very smart,’ he told her as his hand delivered the first slap. She jumped when his palm landed the second time.  The third spank came down in the same spot and she winced.  He stopped and let the sting take over before he began again.  When he did, he delivered a cadence of staccato spanks, one after another with no break.  He watched her bum flatten and bounce back with each smack and it was a lovely shade of rose on the areas not covered by her pink bikinis.  He thought that was enough for her first spanking, and he stopped.  He continued to rest his hand on her back for a few moments before releasing her from his lap. When he pulled her up, he arranged her on his lap.

“Are we alright?” he asked her.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes, it’s over, I forgive you and your slate is clean.”

She stood up and tried rubbing some of the sting out of her behind.  Before her skirt fluttered down over her punished bum, Josh reached over and kissed both cheeks.

‘I’d much rather be doing that than spanking.  Well, that’s not exactly true; your tush is lovely to look at and seeing it over my knee; things happe…  Renee reached down and found just what he was talking about.

“So my pain is your pleasure.”

“Well, it could be both.”  He brought her to him and snarked his fingers into her panties. She was very wet.  He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“I think the proof is in the fingers,” and he threw his head back and laughed.  Seconds later, she joined him in laughter as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.   There are still copies of At the End of the Rainbow available. Melody and Ken are waiting to welcome you.  

Friday, August 22, 2014

Thanks Mere


Meredith Malloy posted a questionnaire for those of us short on things to post.  Thanks Mere, I'm one of them.

Do you eyes light up when he comes to you?  I don't know I'm not looking at my eyes, you'd have to ask him and I think his answer would depend on whether or not he has on his glasses.

What sports do you watch together?  We watch baseball, football and golf occasionally.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is lingerie when is usually ends up on the floor? one being not at all, or 10 being not at all.

Do you watch Netflix's House of Cards? I don't, don't think he does either.

What outdoor activity do you do together?  Walk on the beach, when we go to the beach.

What is his dream vacation?  Tahiti

What is my dream vacation?  I'll take a cruise any day, any time, any place.

What is your favorite book of all time?  Hard to name just one but I loved Katherine by Anya Seton, a book I read over forty years ago.

What was your last argument about?  We don't argue, we discuss.

Are there any words you use that he does not like?  I'm sure there are many, especially when we are in the midst of a discussion.

Do you have any restrictions about internet time?  Verizon doesn't have any restrictions, as long as you pay, you connect.

Do you have a phobia? I'm not fond of heights.

Do you have any questions for me?


Here's something I liked and thought was worth sharing.




See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.







Monday, August 18, 2014

Changing Gears




Josh Bradshaw loved working on engines and cars. He had been doing it since he was eight years old and he and his friend, Pete Martin built a go cart out of an old lawn mower engine. He was fixing the cars of his parent’s friends while in high school and doing a better job than most of the shops in town with the exception of Whitey’s.  Whitey allowed Josh and Pete to use his garage and his tools, and they spent their time hanging out and building and rebuilding engines for some pin money.   It was what Josh loved to do and despite his parents best efforts to the contrary, he opted out of college and joined the service.  He loved his time in the service; it afforded him the opportunity to continue learning his skill, travel and save money. After four enlistments, at 36, he was ready to leave the military life behind.

Many of his friends were still living in Sumerton, so it was the logical choice to return to a place where “everybody knew his name” and his reputation.  Whitey was ready to retire, and he was selling his garage.  In a town like Sumerton, repeat customers were better than any paid advertising, and Josh used his savings to buy Whitey’s Garage. He cleaned up the shop, updated the tools and equipment, installed a waiting area and an automated car wash and on opening day had more business than he could handle.  He now had three mechanics working under him and closed on Sunday and Monday. Since he didn’t have a life outside of the garage, he spent that time restoring older vehicles just for the fun of it.   

On this particular Sunday, Josh’s head was buried under the hood of an old Datsun truck.  He didn’t hear her and apparently she felt he should have, so she thumped on the hood.  The noise startled him, and he came up with such a start; he bumped his head and cursed.

“Goddammit, what the he.. “, as he looked at legs attached to one gorgeous redhead.  She wore a flirty little short dress cut low in the front displaying her cleavage with high heels showcasing her beautifully toned and tanned long legs that went all the way to her neck. Her long hair cascaded in curls over her shoulders; she had eyes the color of emeralds, with white porcelain skin and pouty red lips, and he thought he was having hallucinations from the bump on his head.  Instead of stars, she must be an angel.  Then she spoke, and the illusion was shattered.

“It’s about time.  I’ve been here for a while and before that I was ringing the desk bell for at least five minutes.  I don’t like waiting,” she yelled at him.

“Lady, this is a garage.  If you don’t see anybody around, you can ring the bell forever and no one will hear it.  It’s Sunday and we’re closed, so you can stop waiting, nothing is going to happen today.”

 “You’re here.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Can’t you help?”
                                                                                           
“Yes, I probably could but as I’ve said, it’s Sunday, and we’re closed.”

“Well, I never…” and she turned and stomped away. Josh wanted to smack her ass, what a bitch.   He went back to what he was doing and seconds later, he felt a tugging on his shirt.  Once again, coming out from under the hood he exclaimed,

“Lady, don’t you get it.  We’re closed.” 

Only this time, it was a little girl. “Can you please help us?”  He melted.  How could he possibly turn down this little wisp of a girl?  She had strawberry blonde curls with the sweetest face and a pair of the lightest blue eyes he had ever seen.

He bent down to the little girl's eye level.  “What seems to be the matter, honey?” he asked.

“Mommy says she thinks it’s something to do with the fuel line, but she’s not sure.”

“She does, does she?  Well let’s go take a look.”
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“I see that sending in reinforcements did the trick,” the redhead said to him in a snotty manner, as he came out of the garage with the little sweetie.

“Yes, she’s a he.. heckuva lot sweeter than you, and she asked so nicely, I couldn’t resist.
So what’s the problem, other than your attitude?” Josh asked.

“Hmpff,” she said and explained the problem.  

“Could the lack of gas be the problem?”

“I’m not a simpleton.   There is plenty of gas.”  

“Lady, just a simple yes or no answer would do the trick.”

“No, we’re not out of gas.”

“Raise the hood and let me have a look.”  She clicked the hood release.

Josh looked and after a couple of minutes found the problem; it was a kinked hose between the fuel filter and carburetor. 

“Have you had any mechanical work done lately?” he asked.

“Yeah, my brother recently adjusted the carburetor?”

“If he’s not a mechanic, he might have inadvertently kinked the hose while he was under there.  I’ll just replace it and get you on your way.”

“Are you sure that’s the problem?”

“No, but it would explain the difficulty you were having. It should get you to where you’re going.  If you still have a problem, I suggest you take it into a certified mechanic to have him put it on the diagnostic machine.”

“So, how much is this going to cost me.” 

“Give me $5.00 and we’ll call it even.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.  I didn’t think you had it in you.  Maybe the next time try being a little politer, and you might not have to rely on your little girl to bail you out.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you attract more flies with honey than with vinegar.”  He walked up very close to her so that Brandy couldn’t overhear and whispered that what she needed was a good spanking.”

“I can’t believe you just said that, I’m going to report you to the owner.”

“Lady, please get in the car and go before I change my mind.”  He really wanted to smack that ass, if anyone deserved an attitude adjustment, it was her.

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Renee Reynolds and her daughter, Brandy continued on their way to attend a baby shower for her friend, Jeanine. Renee Reynolds was a divorced mom, who worked as an Administrative Assistant for the CEO of a small corporation in Brunswick. Brandy’s father was a loser and one of those bad boys who are so appealing when you’re young and stupid. After Brandy was born, Renee figured out they would be better off alone than with a dead weight husband, and she divorced him.

Renee made a good living. She didn’t date much because between work and being a single mom, there wasn’t a lot of time left for a social life.  She wouldn’t mind finding a man interested in her mind and character, instead of just her looks.  The man had to be willing to accept the two of them because they were a package deal, and so far she hadn’t met anyone eager to accept her terms.  She supposed she could be a little snooty and abrasive with men, but they usually deserved it.  

After the baby shower was over, Renee stayed behind to visit with Jeanine.  They chatted about everything, and Renee was about to leave when Pete walked in the door. Jeanine and Pete Martin had been married for six years, and this was their first child.  Pete was going to make a great father based on how well he got along with Brandy.  Beside her brother, he was the only male role model she had and Renee was grateful for him.

“Why aren’t there any guys like you around anymore?” Renee asked Pete.

“Oh, they’re around, none as great as me, of course, but they’re around,” he chuckled.

“Tell me where and I’ll hang out there because I sure haven’t found any of them.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.  I would love to find a nice guy.”

 Brandy was getting antsy and Renee said it was time to leave.  She said goodbye to Jeanine and told Pete she would be waiting for him to come up with Mr. Perfect. On the way home,  Brandy fell asleep so Renee was alone with her thoughts.  She hoped that Pete knew she wasn’t kidding about finding a nice guy.  He didn’t have to be perfect, but if he was anything like Pete, he would be perfect for them.

After Renee left, Pete asked Jeanine if she thought Renee was serious about meeting someone and if so, what about his friend, Josh.  Jeanine knew Josh through Pete, and he seemed like a stand-up guy and Renee might like him.

“Sure, why not.” Jeanine answered.

“I’ll talk to Josh and see if he’s willing, and we’ll just do a meet and greet and see how it goes, what do you think?

Pete called Josh later that night, telling him about Renee and asked if he would be interested in meeting her.  Josh was willing; he wasn’t getting any younger and now that he was settled; he was ready for a wife and family. They set up a barbecue for the following Saturday at Pete’s place.

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The following Saturday, Renee and Brandy drove to Jeanine’s.  Her car hadn’t given her any more problems, and she thought about stopping at that garage and thanking the guy.  She knew she had been bitchy to him, and he turned out to be honest and reliable. By the time she finished mulling over the idea, she realized she had missed the turn-off, so she just continued to the Martin’s.


When Renee and Brandy arrived, there was another  car in the driveway, a restored Aston Martin, so she figured Pete’s friend was already here.  She could hear voices and just walked around to the back.  Jeanine tried getting up, but her pregnancy was getting in the way.  Pete rose, took Brandy in his arms and swung her around; she squealed, and Pete’s friend turned and Renee stood open mouthed.  Pete’s friend was the mechanic that fixed her car.  They were both shocked.
“Josh Bradford, I’d like you to meet Ms. Brandy and Ms. Renee Reynolds,” Pete said.     

“Hello little Ms. Blue Eyes,” Josh said talking to Brandy. “Nice to see you again, Renee,”

“You two know each other,” Pete sputtered.

Josh explained that Renee, and her daughter had stopped by his garage last Sunday when she was having a problem with her car.

“But you’re not open on Sunday.”  Pete said.

“That’s what I tried telling her, but she didn’t take no for an answer and then sent in reinforcements.  I couldn’t turn down Ms. Blue Eyes.” Josh said.

“That’s the short version,” Renee said.  “I was quite bitchy and treated him terribly.  In fact, I thought of stopping by today on the way up to apologize and thank him, but I missed the exit.  By the way, the car’s running fine.”

“Glad to hear that and I accept the apology.  I think I still have that bump on my head.”

“I’m so sorry.  I know I can be a little high-handed.  It comes from being on my own and dealing with men who always think a sexy body means a lack of brains. When that happens,  my antenna goes up and the claws come out.  You were not exactly pleasant either.”

“Was that before or after I bumped my head?”  She laughed at his remark and offered her hand for a handshake. “Peace,” Josh took her hand and felt instant warmth.

Pete explained that he, and Josh Bradshaw grew up together and had been tinkering with cars since they built their first go cart with each other.  Pete talked about Josh’s military career and how he came back to Sumerton to take over their old hangout, and was still talking when Josh interrupted him.

“Do I get to talk,” Josh asked? Pete laughed and apologized.  “This is my first fix-up,” and Pete laughed harder.

“Is that what this is?  I thought I was just invited for a barbecue.”

After their initial standoff, Renee and Josh hit it off. They laughed and joked telling stories of Jeanine and Pete in their younger days.  When dinner was over, they helped Pete clean up while Jeanine sat with her swollen feet propped up on a chair, playing ‘old maid’ with Brandy.  They ended up all playing Monopoly until Brandy and Jeanine were ready for bed.  Pete suggested that since it was early, Josh and Renee should go out for a while.

“Are you sure you’re okay with Brandy staying here.”

“Of course, it’s okay.  You’re spending the night anyway, so as long as you don’t get rowdy and wake everyone when you come in, you’re fine, and I want you home no later than 2:00, or you’ll be sorry,” he answered trying to maintain a stern face.

Josh and Renee enjoyed themselves.  They both enjoyed dancing and singing along to the music.   They were amazed when the band called for last call. Josh realized he didn’t want the evening to end so before heading home, they decided to stop for breakfast.

“You are so different than my first impression. I’d love to see you again.  Maybe next time we could do something with Brandy, is that okay with you?”

“It’s more than okay.  I’m glad you didn’t allow your initial impression of me to stand.”

“Me too, because I have to tell you I had all I could do not to take you over my knee.  You acted like such a bitch, and I will not tolerate that sort of behavior.”

“So, you said.  That’s really some old-fashioned thinking, for such young a man.”
                                                                                                                                 
“Call me a throwback but I think when something works it never goes out of style, just like this old Aston Martin.

“You might be right; I know you are about this car.  You’ve done a beautiful job of restoring her.”

“Thanks. “So, after my disclosure, do you still want to date me, because consent to one is consent to the other?”

“I guess I will just have to be on my best behavior with you.”

“Not just me, but with others, especially when Brandy is around.  Otherwise, you’re setting a bad example.” 

Renee said that as long as he was laying all his cards on the table, she would do the same.  She was tired of being single and was looking for someone to love and who loved her and Brandy. Parenting was hard work, and she felt bad Brandy was missing out on not having a daddy in her life.

“If you’re interested in a long-term relationship, then the answer is yes.  If you’re not, we will be friends and bump into each other at the Martin’s.”

By the time they pulled into the Martin’s driveway, it was well after 3:00am.  The front porch light was on and when Josh walked Renee to the door, he wondered if Pete would be up waiting for her.  He laughed to himself, and she asked what was funny.

“I was thinking what Pete told us to be home by 2:00, it is way past that.”

“So, we broke curfew; we're in trouble.  I hope he’s not in there with a shotgun,” she laughed.  Josh delivered a slap on her bottom and pushed her in the door.

“Ooohh, it’s starting already, and we haven’t even made another date,” Renee said with a giggle.

Josh smacked her butt again.  “You two, knock it off out there,” they heard Pete say.


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Renee and Josh had several dates over the next couple of weeks, some including Brandy, some not.  Josh began thinking of them as his family; it was a good feeling.  It was nice to be concerned about someone other than himself.  Sunday was now family day and he no longer spent Sundays alone in the garage, that was reserved for Mondays; he didn’t mind.

Renee’s overall bitchiness seemed to have disappeared.  Josh didn’t know the reason and didn’t care, but he liked her much better this way.  She was still a little bossy but most of the time Josh would raise an eyebrow, and she would tone down her words or manner. When they were alone, he would swat her bottom.  The first real spanking occurred one evening when Josh was picking up Renee and Brandy to take them to dinner.  Renee had a particularly long, tiresome workday, and Brandy was acting as five-year olds often do. Brandy was a real chatty and kept interrupting Renee while she was trying to talk to Josh.  Renee told her to wait until she was finished talking and then Brandy could talk. Brandy, being five years old, couldn’t wait. 

“Brandy, I told you to be quiet and wait.  Now I’m not telling you again,” she said in a raised tone of voice.

Josh put his hand on her knee to calm her down. 

Brandy started talking and Renee turned to Brandy in the back seat and screamed.
Goddammit, Brandy.  That’s enough, now I don’t want to hear your voice again and when we get home you’re going straight to bed.  Do you hear me?” Brandy started crying.

Josh nicely told Renee to stop. 

“Don’t you tell me to stop. Brandy is the one that needs to stop.”

“Renee, I’m asking you nicely to knock it off, you’re the adult.”

“Go to hell, I’ll do what I want.  You are not my keeper.”

The minute the words were out of her mouth she knew she had gone too far by the look on his face.  Brandy was still crying and Josh tried to soothe her feelings.  Renee tried making amends to them both. She told Brandy she was sorry, explaining that she had a bad day at work.  Brandy stopped sobbing and Renee turned to Josh.  His stony face said it all. 

“I’m sorry.  It was a bad day and I am overwrought,” she told him.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he told her.

He stopped at his favorite Italian restaurant. He knew that pizza was on the top of Brandy’s food list and he loved their Veal Parmesan.  He ordered a carafe of their house wine to go along with dinner.

“Thank you, I really need this,” Renee told him.

“That’s not all you need,” he responded. She suddenly felt like she was ten years old again who had to bring home a note from the teacher.  She watched and listened to Brandy chatting away and Josh was listening intently to the happenings of Happy Days Day Care.  She wished she had listened earlier and she wouldn’t be in trouble now.  She had to give it to Josh, she knew he was upset but he wasn’t letting it ruin their dinner and she was sure Brandy was none the wiser of the trouble that she had caused, thank goodness.

Dinner was over, they stopped for ice cream and when they got home, Renee started running a bath for Brandy.  Josh turned on the television as Renee got Brandy ready for bed.  Brandy wanted them both to read her a story.  She was asleep the third time through the story. 

Josh and Renee walked to the living room.  He sat down, and widened his legs for her to stand between them.  He reached for and held her hands.

“You know what has to happen to get past today’s incident, don’t you, asked Josh?

“I think so.”

“Either you do or you don’t. Which is it?  Look at me.”


“You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?”

“You better believe it and I want you to tell me why you’re getting this spanking.”

“I was really bitchy to Brandy and…”

“And?”

“And I disrespected you by yelling at you in front of Brandy.”

“Okay, so do you agree that you deserve this spanking?”

Renee stood there looking down at the floor.

“Look at me, Renee. I’m waiting for an answer.” She couldn’t seem to raise her head.

“Renee, look at me.”  She raised her head but her eyes were focused elsewhere.

“Renee!”  Her eyes reacted to the tone of his voice and she finally looked at him and shook her head.

“Okay, then, let’s get started.  Lay down over my lap.”

Renee did so with some help from Josh.  He made sure she was comfortable, and the effort wasn’t wasted on Renee.  Although this was serious, she chuckled to herself.
She still had on her work clothes of an a-line skirt and blouse.  He raised her skirt and admired her round bottom encased in a pair of pink lacy bikinis.  His palm rested on her backside.
                                                              
“Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s get this over with.”

“Giving me lip while you’re already over my knee is not very smart,’ he told her as his hand delivered the first slap. She jumped when his palm landed the second time.  The third spank came down in the same spot and she winced.  He stopped and let the sting take over before he began again.  When he did, he delivered a cadence of staccato spanks, one after another with no break.  He watched her bum flatten and bounce back with each smack and it was a lovely shade of rose on the areas not covered by her pink bikinis.  He thought that was enough for her first spanking, and he stopped.  He continued to rest his hand on her back for a few moments before releasing her from his lap. When he pulled her up, he arranged her on his lap.

“Are we alright?” he asked her.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes, it’s over, I forgive you and your slate is clean.”

She stood up and tried rubbing some of the sting out of her behind.  Before her skirt fluttered down over her punished bum, Josh reached over and kissed both cheeks.

‘I’d much rather be doing that than spanking.  Well, that’s not exactly true; your tush is lovely to look at and seeing it over my knee; things happe…  Renee reached down and found just what he was talking about.

“So my pain is your pleasure.”

“Well, it could be both.”  He brought her to him and snarked his fingers into her panties. She was very wet.  He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“I think the proof is in the fingers,” and he threw his head back and laughed.  Seconds later, she joined him in laughter as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.