HOPE EVERYONE GETS LOTS OF TREATS TODAY
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
We're here. That's the message I've texted to RL friends and family yesterday. We've been on the road since Friday and have I mentioned I hate the traveling but love having the ability to spend the time in places that having the RV affords us. We arrived safely with no bumps in the road. Along the way, there was a birthday thrown in but we will celebrate, with all the trimmings, maybe on Halloween. Seems appropriate to me and I am sure Ray will appreciate the sentiment. :-)
I want to thank everyone who stopped by to wish me a happy blogaversary. Internet was very sketchy so I wasn't able to thank all of you individually for your wonderful comments, but I didn't want you to think I forgot or wasn't appreciative so I decided on this blog post.
Yesterday afternoon, I called my bestie of 40+ years to tell her we'd see her today and later that afternoon as we sat outside enjoying the lovely sunset, all our neighbors came by to welcome us back, that's the beauty of staying in the same place all the time. So, we'll be here until late April when we make the trek back to Texas. Well, except for Christmas week when we'll take a road trip to CA to be with the grands. They're coming here for Thanksgiving, so looking forward to that.
Hope we get used to the new time zone soon, waking at 5:00 am makes for a very long day, and I start to peter out a little too early, then fall asleep to awake at 5:00 the next day, a vicious circle.
Enough aimless rambling for now and I'll see you again next time.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Once a year, Ellie came alive. The rest of the year, she had to shine her light under a bushel. Halloween was the only time she could come out to play and use her own name, Eldora and live freely without hiding her real self.
People always thought her strange. After all, she lived in the musty old cottage at the edge of the wood and grew all sorts of things. There was always something strange hanging from the rafters of her back porch. Of course, not many people ventured to the back porch. The cottage backed up to the woods and children, from a very young age, were urged to stay clear because nothing good came out of the woods. She had very few friends except for her black cat, Beezee and her parrot, Tikka. A few of the townsfolk would come by to purchase some of her herbs and occasionally she was called upon to make up a poultice for someone’s festering sores, or bring down the fevers of some of the townsfolk, otherwise she was left alone. Once is a while, some children would come to taunt her but she would cover them in white light and they would be on their way.
Every year prior to Halloween, Ellie would make it known she would be away visiting and that a friend of hers would be watching out for the cottage and Beezee and Tikka. She didn’t think most people would even notice but just in case, she perpetrated this lie every year. In reality, it was just Ellie turning into Eldora. She could be herself, a witch, but people would be frightened of a witch living in their midst all the time but somehow, at Halloween, it was okay because she would be gone as soon as the holiday was over and Ellie returned.
Ellie or Eldora had been living this way forever. No one seemed to think how odd it was that she never grew older, the truth was they didn’t much care as long as she stayed to herself. One year, prior to Halloween a special visitor came to call. Ellie was startled, he came through the back door and just materialized in her kitchen. She went to check the door. It was still closed and locked.
“How did you get in?” She inquired.
“Unlike you, I use the powers I have been granted all the time.”
“And what are you doing here?”
“I was sent by your forbearers to make you see the error of your ways.”
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“You have been granted special powers, yet you hide them. These powers were given to you to share with the world, but you only bring them out sparingly and then only once a year. I’ve been sent to help you correct those bad habits.”
“But the people don’t know I’m a witch. They’re afraid of witches and ghosts and such. Anything they cannot see, or feel or touch frightens them. I’ll help if they ask but I don’t want to impose; I only want to live peacefully her in my little cottage with Beezee and Tikka.”
“Not any more. I’m here to see you share your gifts as they are meant to be shared. From now on you will always be Eldora. Ellie no longer exists.”
“I’m here to give you the courage and incentives you need. Now come to me.”
Ellie stepped forth. She was as meek as the mice that lived in her attic. The visitor morphed into a handsome man, tall and tanned, with shiny black hair and sparkling black eyes that peered into her very soul.
“My name is Cade. I was once where you where until centuries ago, one of your ancestors taught me to be all that I am. I am returning the favor.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. It was the first time, Ellie had ever been kissed. Is this the kiss of the prince and he’s turning me into a frog, or is he the frog. He released her and as she stepped back from him, she was happy to see neither of them had physically changed. Emotionally, was a different story. She felt young and pretty and full of lust for this handsome stranger.
“Cade, can you kiss me again?”
“I’m going to do more than that Ellie. I’m going to impart lessons you will remember. These lessons will be repeated until you realize your full potential as a witch, not just at Halloween but throughout the year.”
“So will you be staying with me permanently to teach me.”
“I will be with you until the lessons are learned and firmly instilled in your mind and body.”
“When will these lessons begin?”
“Right now, come with me.” Cade took Ellie to her bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her pantalets. “This is going to hurt, but it must be done,” he told her as the first smack rained down on her creamy white buttocks. She winced as the force of the slap registered in her brain and on her body. The next smack came just as forcefully only this time she was not as shocked. He delivered each succeeding stroke with an enforcing statement. After thirteen spanks, her bottom was throbbing and pulsing and her mind reverberated with every lesson imprinted by his hand on her backside.
When he finishing the spanking and stood her up, she realized she was more Eldora, than Ellie. Cade kissed her and that kiss sent her into tailspins. The kiss and the spanking had awakened desires she never before experienced.
“Sleep now, and dream about Eldora. I will return if you need any more lessons.”
Instead of dreaming about Eldora, Ellie thought about Cade and how many more lessons she would need before she was fully schooled. Somehow, she didn’t think she would ever learn enough.
Happy Halloween everyone – do you have an Ellie living in your neighborhood? See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Here's a little quiz, can anybody guess what these numbers mean? Yup, it AR's anniversary. Can't believe it's been three years since that first tentative toe dip.
As you're reading this, we are traveling to Arizona for the winter. We still have not settled and we keep changing our mind. I have to assume one of these days, we'll find the perfect place and plant roots.
I am especially grateful to all of you that come by and share your life with me. I've met some wonderful people and became friends with many of you. I even managed to meet PK in person this year and hope we do it again.
I'm busier than I ever thought I would be, between blogging, writing and promoting I seem to spend way too much time on the computer. At least, that's according to Ray, but truly there are days when it seems I'm on all day long. Not that I'm complaining, well maybe I am. The promoting takes more time than the writing and I enjoy it less as it takes away from blogging and playing Words with Friends.
Lots of blogs have gone on to who knows where and other's have arrived to take their place. There have been some really big surprises this year, but we're still a great community and we come together to support each other when the need arises. It's interesting to watch the progression as it changes from year to year.
Couldn't let the day go by without acknowledging those of you that have created those numbers. Thanks for the friendship, the insights, the laughter and the tears.
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Hey Everybody, JUST A REMINDER. Today starts the Spank or Treat Blog Hop.There are some terrific authors participating and they have great stories to share and the prizes, well they're fabulous and all you have to do to be in the running is to win one of them is comment on each blog you visit.
Click here to be taken to my other blog where you will find my story and link you to all the other participants and their fabulous stories.
Have fun and lots of luck.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Not sure what to call this story, Part Two, a sequel or whatever. I never intended it to be continued but...I was in need of a story and thought about this one that had lots of positive feedback. If you want to read the original story, click here.
Carolyn Hendricks and Marcus Taylor were a couple and had been for a year. He would never have thought one female could keep him that interested that long. Until he met her, his longest relationship was four months. By then he could predict conversations, reaction, complaints, behaviors, sex; there seemed to be no surprises left in them. Too boring - the challenge and spontaneity were gone. Not so with Carolyn. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose, or she was just naturally adventuresome, sometimes he thought she must have been a courtesan in a previous life.
They met each other at a charity auction through her sister,who he dated once upon a time. What was really unbelievable was that Melissa gave her blessing Carolyn was nothing like Melissa.
Marcus Taylor, was a successful businessman and hard taskmaster. His demands were exacting, but he was extremely generous and fair. He didn’t get to be a billionaire by allowing others to walk all over him. Marcus was born in a typical middle-class background to ordinary parents who expected extraordinary things from their only son. He parlayed his athletic prowess and won a scholarship to prep school, his SAT scores and his athleticism granted him a scholarship to Brown University where he met many of the sons of tycoons in the business world. He moved into their circles, and listened and learned both in and out of school, and by the time he graduated from Harvard Business School, he was well on his way to making his first million. He never looked back.
He worked hard and he played hard, and he expected the same of those around him. In business, you might get a second chance, and if you did you damn well performed better than anyone else, because if not you were gone. He was a little less stringent with personal relationships. He had rules and if broken, there were consequences, some carried out immediately, some later, but never forgotten. Despite this or maybe because he was a generous man and lover, it was never the female companions who called off the relationship. A most eligible bachelor, his name was on every matron’s tongue and list as a possible spouse for their daughter. That’s why Carolyn Hendricks was an enigma. She was an ordinary working girl, attractive but no raving beauty, not the least impressed by his status or his money but had somehow captured his heart.
Tonight, they were going to attend the auction where they had met the year before. It was also the night he was going to ask Carolyn to move in with him. He wasn’t quite ready to risk marriage just yet.
He texted Carolyn, he would have Gregson, his driver, pick her up and drive her to the event where he would meet her. Carolyn didn’t respond, which annoyed him. She knew how he felt about being able to access her at all times; it was one of their greatest ongoing battles. Carolyn was her own person, and he appreciated that quality, as long as it fit in with his plans. When ten minutes passed and she still had not answered his text, he sent another, telling her to expect a spanking, and that she would get one extra spank for every minute she ignored him. He set the timer on his watch.
When Carolyn received the first text, she decided she wasn’t going to the event. She hated when he pulled this, and he knew it. There were a couple of times he never showed because he was waylaid in another meeting, and she was stuck at an event she didn’t want to attend in the first place. She decided to ignore him and went directly home after work. She was sitting in her easy chair, when she heard a key in the lock and in walked Marcus. She knew he would come, she would have been disappointed otherwise. Removing his jacket and rolling up the sleeves on his shirt as he walked toward her; she knew he was going to spank her.
“Didn’t you get my texts?”
“Then why didn’t you answer?”
“You know I hate it when you send Gregson and expect me to meet you at an event.”
“I do, but you could have had the courtesy to answer my texts.”
“You should have called.”
“You should have answered my texts.”
He kissed her and then took her over his knee. He was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“You’re supposed to wear panties unless you are with me.”
“Then why aren’t you wearing any?”
“I’m seeing you, aren’t I.”
“You didn’t know I was coming.”
“Yes, I did. I was expecting you and figured I would just make it easier on you, so I removed my panties.”
“Let’s see if you’re so flippant once I get started because you have lots of extras coming.”
“So the text said.” Their banter was one of the many things that intrigued him about Carolyn. She was never afraid to stand her ground and gave him as good as she got. He smiled because he knew she couldn’t see him. They performed this scenario many times. It started out as one of the pre-requisites of their relationship that she submit to consequences if she was deemed to be naughty – the consequence most always included a spanking. He always loved reddening a pretty girl’s ass, but this was the first time he found someone who actually enjoyed getting her ass reddened.
“Are you ready.”
“Aren’t I always.”
“Still sassy, I see.” He placed one hand on her back and the other on her bottom. He just held it there for a moment until he started moving his hand in circles up and down her bottom and thighs. When he knew she was completely relaxed, the spanking began. As always he spanked hard right from the beginning. He spanked her ass until it was the most beautiful shade of red and stopped. From past experience, she knew he wasn’t finished. His fingers moved to her slit and he fingered her until she was at the brink of orgasm and quit.
“This is the part of the spanking for not answering my second text. I believe I said you would be getting one spank for every minute you didn’t respond, didn’t I?”
“Whatever you say.”
He smacked her bottom. “I expect a respectful answer.”
“Whatever you say, sir.” She tried hiding the giggle that was ready to burst forth.
“That’s better.” The next thing she knew he was paddling her ass again, except this go round hurt much more. He was really applying the heat letting her know his displeasure. It stung like hell and when she cried out, he only increased the intensity. Finally, he stopped. She was sure her ass was in flames and she wasn’t sure if his gentle rubbing was helping or hurting. His fingers probed her anus, she squirmed a bit and he slapped her ass reigniting the heat that had begun to abate.
“Stand up,” he directed. He maneuvered himself on the sofa and unzipped his trousers.
“Get to it,” he told her. This too was part of their ritual. She started to give him the cock worship he expected and while she was deep throating him, she pinched his ball sac. He let out a howl. “You’re going to pay for that girl.”
“mmm,” was all he heard but felt the vibration as she continued to suck.
“Enough,” he pulled out and she grated her teeth along the length of his shaft. “Damn girl, you’re really being naughty today. I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He pulled her up to the couch, told her to get on her knees and then pushed his way into her tight little hole, telling her to finger herself while he continued to punish her anus with his rock hard cock. Marcus loved taking her like this, he knew the hard thrusts against her freshly spanked ass would bring her an exploding climax. She was always so submissive after one of their sessions, he knew she would be amenable to most everything he suggested tonight. It was a heady feeling and one he never tired of.
Two weeks later at breakfast, Marcus asked Carolyn when she planned to move her stuff into his place.
“There’s no need.”
“What do you mean there’s no need?”
“I will stay with you but I’m not giving up my apartment. We can refer to it as ‘the closet’ if you like. I won’t be changing my address, I told you that when you asked that I move in with you.”
“I thought you were kidding.”
“I wasn’t. I don’t feel comfortable giving up my entire life without some kind of commitment. Suppose you get tired of me, then I would be out in the world starting from scratch.”
“Do you want me to sign a paper that if something happens between us, you will be compensated?”
“Oh, like a hooker or call girl.”
“Dammit, Carolyn. Stop it. Keep talking like that and I’m going to take you over my knee. I’ve closed business deals with less difficulty. I’ve never asked someone to live with me before, this is a big deal for me
“I understand how hard it was for you to take this step, but it’s just as difficult for me. Let’s try it this way for a while and see what happens.”
Marcus had no choice, he could demand but it would get him no where. He'd tried that a few times but she had an indomitable spirit and he knew better than to push it. Why am I a pushover when it comes to her, he thought to himself.
Marcus had no choice, he could demand but it would get him no where. He'd tried that a few times but she had an indomitable spirit and he knew better than to push it. Why am I a pushover when it comes to her, he thought to himself.
That night, Marcus and Carolyn were dining in. Marcus loved to cook and he was making a pasta dish when Carolyn came in from work. She kissed him hello.
“Change into what I left on the bed and then come back here to the kitchen.”
In the bedroom, she found a short silk kimono that barely covered her bottom, a lacy thong and a pair of high heeled mules. Interesting, she thought to herself. She donned the outfit and entered the kitchen.
“Good girl” he said when he saw her and reached over to give her a kiss. His hand reached in and fondled her breasts before pulling her to him and cupping her ass cheeks, she felt his erection growing. "There’s a package for you on the table.”
“Is it the rest of this outfit?”
“Don’t be a smart ass, or you’re going to have a smarting ass.” He slapped her behind.
It was a thin, slender box and she hoped it wasn’t another piece of jewelry. He had bought her several pieces already and she felt funny accepting any more. When she untied the ribbon and opened the box, it wasn’t jewelry; instead it was filled with credit cards all in her name.
“What the hell is this?”
“Language Carolyn,” he warned. “It’s what it looks like. I don’t want you to have to spend your money to buy things you want. I want to do it for you.”
“Thank you, it’s a very sweet gesture, but I can buy my own things.”
“Carolyn, I don’t want to argue about this. You will use the credit cards, do you hear me.”
“This pasta is delicious” she told him. His face turned the prettiest shade of red and she knew she had crossed the line and that very shortly it was going to be her ass that was red. She smiled at him sweetly.
“I will you the credit cards, I promise. I know just the thing I will do with them.”
“Good Girl, now eat your dinner. You’re going to be dessert, right after I turn that luscious ass a beautiful shade of crimson.”
So, I know what I have in mind how Carolyn used the credit cards. I purposely didn't write an ending to this story because I thought your input would help me come up with a proper ending. I'm going to make this an interactive story, be sure to give me your ideas.
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
Friday, October 17, 2014
This is me. Whenever people ask, I always say I lead a charmed life. I do. Has everything been perfect and turned out exactly as I would have wanted or planned. No, but it has turned out exactly as it was meant to be.
Han posted yesterday about the house he lived in and it made me remember a picture my brother sent me recently. It was very nostalgic because the house we grew up in hadn't changed much and I felt as if I walked in I would see my mom and dad sitting there with their ever present cup of coffee. It would have been perfect for Throwback Thursday but I couldn't seem to get the picture from my phone to my email. Oh well.
Beautiful week here weatherwise. Warm sunny days and cool nights. I think we're in our last week of Texas. The current plan is leave a week from today. We'll see.
Still no dancing but lots of rambling. See you later and have a great weekend.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Billie Jo Michaels tried sneaking into bed. Breathing a sigh of relief as she brought up the covers, her head had just settled on the pillow, when Benny rolled over.
“A little late aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry I woke you. I tried being quiet. It was a busy night and there was a lot of clean up and prep work for tomorrow’s brunch.”
‘Then how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”
“Oh, one of the new girls smokes like a chimney and it must contaminate all of us.”
“Uh huh. You know how I feel about lying?”
“Yes, Benny, I do.”
“So how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”
“Honest, hon. We stood out back waiting for everybody to finish and I guess that’s why.”
“Okay Babe, but you better be telling me the truth or else you know what happens.”
“Yes, Babe. ”
Billie Jo Michaels had talked Benny into her taking a weekend job as a hostess/server at
restaurant. Benny thought one job was
enough but Billie Jo threw that logic right back at him. Benny was a full time high school history
teacher, the assistant football coach, and also served as a referee during
basketball season. He was actually
considering taking on the cross-country team in the spring and Billie Jo won
her point by telling him she was a weekend sports widow. Benny loved his job and sports but that
wasn’t the reason he took on the extra duties.
Teacher’s didn’t make a great deal of money, so the extra stipends from
coaching went right into their house downpayment fund. Billie Jo agreed she would contribute her restaurant
salary to the fund and that sealed the deal.
Billie Jo’s restaurant co-workers would often go over to the casino after work and they finally talked Billie Jo into accompanying them. The first time, she did really well playing the slot machines, coming home with $500 in winnings, the second time she won again and she became hooked. She made more in two nights than she had in two months at the restaurant and she went more often. When she finally told Benny, he became apoplectic.
“Gambling is addictive, believe me I know. I experienced it in my family and it almost ruined my parent’s marriage. I forbid you to continue to gamble away your hard earned money.”
“But, Ben, I’ve won at least $800.”
“Yes, that’s how you get sucked in. It will only be a matter of time before you lose money. Once that happens, you start to bet more and more hoping to win it back. I’m serious, Billie Jo, I forbid you to visit the casinos without me. Do you understand?”
“But what will I tell the girls.”
“I don’t care what you tell the girls, tell them your husband forbids it.”
“Oh, I could never do that. They would give me a hard time.”
“Well, if I catch you gambling, I’ll be giving you a hard time.”
Billie Jo turned down the girl’s invitations the next couple of times, but then one night she was mad at Benny and accompanied her friends. She lost her initial stake and kept playing more and more money trying to recoup her loss. Before she realized it, she had lost over $1,000. I don’t need to tell Benny, I’ll put it on the credit card and he never checks the bill so I’ll just pay if off before he finds out,” she thought to herself.
Unfortunately, plans don’t always work out the way we want. On one of those rare weekdays when Benny beat Billie Jo home from work, he retrieved the mail from the box. He opened the credit card bill and when he saw the charge for the casino, he hit the roof. He sat in the living room to keep an eye on the street. The minute her car hit the driveway, he was up and waiting for her at the door. He had his belt doubled over in his hand when he opened the door and took her arm. He didn’t waste any time, he was lashing her backside as he ushered her into the bedroom.
“Take off your clothes and lay over the bed, he bellowed while he arranged the pillows.
“Why, what did I do?”
“I can’t believe you are asking me that question. Does that mean there’s more than one thing that deserves a spanking? We’ll talk about it while you’re standing in the corner after I stripe your bottom.”
Billie Jo quickly removed her clothes; she knew better than to try to stall or talk him out of this punishment. When he was in this mood, the best thing she could do for herself and her tush, was move fast and quietly to do his bidding. She lay herself over the bed and he wasted no time in expressing his displeasure. The belt landed quickly and often, not giving her enough time to catch her breath before the next stripe marked her bottom.
She tried clenching her butt cheeks making him stop for a moment.
“Do I have to get the ginger?”
“No.” she managed to get out. He moved her thighs further apart and his belt once again began it’s assault on her now tender red backside. Billie Jo’s fingers clutched the comforter as she tried to focus on accepting the pain of the spanking. She didn’t think she could take another spank when she realized the belt was no longer striking her backside.
He stood her up and propelled her to the corner.
“Hands clinched behind your head. When you’ve stopped sobbing I want you to tell me exactly what this was all about.”
Standing behind her, he watched as her sobs started to abate. He could feel the heat coming off her red striped ass and knew she had to be hurting. He wanted to get his point across because he didn’t want to visit this subject again. Gambling ruined his childhood, and he didn’t want to relive the experience as an adult – he thought he had made that clear to her.
“So are you ready to talk to me?”
She brought her hands down and turned around. Very sternly he told her“I didn’t tell you to turn around and get those hands back up. All I want you to do is to tell me why you just got spanked,"
“I don’t know.” He picked up the belt and swung it across her ass. He saw her body jump as the fresh strike brought back the heat that had just started to subside.
“Want to try that again.”
“I don’t know.” The belt lashed her throbbing bottom three more times. “Before I ask again, I want you to think long and hard because if you don’t give me the truth, you’re going to be back over the bed and your welts will have welts. Do you understand?”
She shook her head yes. “Why are you getting this spanking?”
“I disobeyed you.”
“That’s a start, care to embellish.”
“I disobeyed you and went to the casino without you.”
“Finally,” he said. He sat down on the bed and watched her. He let her stew there for fifteen minutes before he told her to come to him. He made her stand between his legs while he explained once again how much he hated gambling.
“I hope this spanking will be a reminder the next time you decide to gamble. Now lay back down over the bed.”
“What? You just spanked me, why am I getting another spanking.”
“You’re getting another spanking because you didn’t tell me when it happened. If I hadn’t opened the credit card statement, I would still be in the dark, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Yes, I know you are but I want to be sure you remember. After this spanking, you’re going to go to the computer and look up Gambler’s Anonymous. When you’re finished reading, I want you to write down the twelve steps and post it on the refrigerator along with your five hundred lines of Why I don’t gamble.”
He took pity on her and this spanking was not nearly as harsh as the first. He gave her five licks with the belt and then took her over his knee and finished up with a brisk hand spanking. He pulled her up onto his lap, arranging her over his legs so that her bottom wasn’t touching anything. He cuddled her tightly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
Afterward, she went to the bathroom to freshen up and came out dressed in her robe.
“No dice, Billie Jo. Take if off. I want you to feel the humiliation of the spanking while you’re sitting at the table reading and writing your lines. When that is completed, your punishment will be over and you can get dressed.”
“Billie Jo, are you going to disobey me already. The belt is still here on the bed.”
“No sir.” He watched her leave the room, and he had all he could do to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up inside. The look on her face when he reminded her about the belt was priceless. He wished he had a camera to preserve it for posterity.
An hour later, she was still sitting at the table writing her lines, when the doorbell rang. She immediately jumped up. “Stay right there,” he told her.
“But Benny, I don’t have anything on.”
“I’m well aware of your situation. Stay right there.” He could see the
man standing at the door and knew he would not be allowing him any further than
the door but Billie Jo didn’t know that.
He watched her squirm and more than her bottom was red.
“As he opened the door, he told her loud enough to hear in the kitchen “Stay where you are unless you want another spanking.” The
man handed him the package and winked. Benny
was quite sure Billie Jo would remember the spanking and this embarrassment
for a while.
The next time the girls asked her to join them on a casino night, she politely refused.
“My husband doesn’t like me gambling,” she told them as her hand unconsciously rubbed her butt cheek.
The UPS man never passed their house without smiling.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
PK over at New Beginnings has been posting a Throw Back Thursday which apparently has been happening at FB - which I entirely missed. I decided to go back in the archives and found this one from way back when. I think it's still appropriate today, don't you?
1. Fine--This is the word we use to end an argument when we know we are right and they need to shut up.
2. Nothing--Means something and he needs to be worried.
3. Go Ahead--This is a dare, not permission, do not do it.
4. Whatever--A woman's way of saying screw you.
5. That's Okay--She is thinking long and hard about how and when you will pay for your mistake.
I think I received this in an email and it struck the right chord. I know that Fine and Whatever are words that my husband is very familiar with - so much so that now even he is using them. He said that whoever wrote this must be living in our house.
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Jordan Monroe drove back into town in her sleek black Mercedes convertible. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she knew Main Street would be bustling this Saturday morning with local vendors peddling their wares. As she rounded the corner, she turned up the radio and picked up speed knowing she would draw all kinds of attention. It was exactly what she wanted.
Jordan left Miller’s Crossing right after the last day of high school. She didn’t even wait until the graduation ceremonies. She cleaned out her bank account, packed what little belongings she owned and hitchhiked a ride with a trucker. Until today, she hadn’t been back.
Deputy Eddie Cruze noticed the car immediately; it took a moment before he recognized the driver. She looked considerably different than when he last saw her twelve years ago. The last time she was over his knee, and he was spanking her bottom.
As she flew past him, he turned on the bubble gum machine and took off after her. She pulled over just on the other side of town. He parked the car, got his thoughts straight and stepped out of his car.
“License and registration, please.”
“You have to be kidding. You know who I am?”
“I know who you used to be, but I still need your license and registration. It’s the rules.
“You always were a stickler for the rules.” She reached in the glove box and handed him the paperwork.
He looked at it and took it back to the cruiser to run a make. Jordan watched him through her rear-view mirror. He is still a fine-looking man. She watched as he sauntered back to her car, admiring that way he carried himself; even in his younger years you noticed his presence. Now that he had filled out in all the right places, it was even more noticeable. Maybe we could find a place for him in the shoot; she thought to herself.
He came back and took out his ticket book and started writing. “You really aren’t going to write me a ticket, are you.”
“No, just a warning this time.”
“You didn’t give me a warning the last time.”
She watched his eyes open wide as realization struck. “I did, but you didn’t pay any attention.”
He gave her the book and the pen to sign. When she handed them to him, he asked what she was doing back in town after all these years.
“I have a photo shoot coming up, and I remembered how pretty the old mill was in the springtime. If it’s still the same it would be perfect for what I have in mind. Is it still the same?”
“Pretty much, you know Miller’s Crossing, few changes."
“How about you Eddie? What’s changed with you, other than your now a county mountie?”
“Not much, as you said, I was always a stickler for rules so law enforcement seemed the correct path for me. I studied criminal justice in college and entered the academy after graduation. I was lucky enough to get assigned to this region.”
“No little Cruze’s running around?”
“Not that I know of, and I’m a stickler for the rules, so the chances are pretty slim.” She laughed.
“You know there’s always ‘accidents!' He laughed.
“Are you free for dinner tonight or is the ‘little woman’ expecting you home?”
“Are you on a fishing expedition here? There is no little woman and yes, I’m available for dinner this evening. You buying since you have this expensive little car and I’m just what did you call me, ‘a county mountie’?
“Yes, I’ll buy and write it off to a business expense." The smile left his face.
“On second thought, Jordan, go fuck yourself.”
“Oh, come on Eddie, can’t you take a joke.”
“I don’t think you meant it as a joke, Jordan. I think you meant it just the way I took it. You always did have that mean streak.”
“Perhaps, you’re right. Perchance I’m still miffed that you turned down my virginity. Not only turned it down, but paddled my bottom when I kept offering you the gift.”
“Jordan, you were seventeen years old; I was twenty. That’s statutory rape, and I knew the rules.”
“I wouldn’t have accused you of rape. It was strictly consensual on my part.”
“It would not have mattered. You were still a minor.”
“Okay, this is getting us nowhere. Will you reconsider having dinner with me this evening? Please?
“Okay, I get off at six.”
“I’m staying over at the Marriott in Marysville. Do you want to come over there or shall I meet you somewhere here?"
“No. It's better in Marysville. Fewer chances of becoming an item for the local paper,
‘Lowly County Mountie Seen Dining with the Famous Jordan Monroe’.” She laughed.
“Call me when you get close and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
As she continued her drive to the old mill, she thought about that Eddie. She was a sophomore in high school when she fell in love with Eddie Cruze. She bumped into him causing her books and papers to spread all over hallway. Being a gentleman, he stayed beyond the bell to help her collect all her items and then walked her to the next class. Eddie was a BMOC. He was the captain of the football team, president of his class and dating Amy Houston, the most beautiful girl in Miller’s Crossing. She didn’t stand a chance.
She carried the torch throughout her high school years even though she only saw him occasionally on his trip's home from college. She admired him from afar until the night of the Senior Party. He came with his brother Chaz, a classmate of Jordan’s. Jordan saw this as her chance and fortified with the rum and marijuana smuggled into the party; she pounced. She went up to him and gave him a kiss. He pushed her away. He said something she couldn’t understand, and she leaned in closer, losing her balance in the process. She put her arms around him to steady herself. He took hold of her arm, and her thought was “finally” and kissed him again, except instead, he took her over his knee and spanked her. She was mortified. That was the last time she saw Eddie Cruze or anyone else in Miller’s Crossing for that matter.
She thought about why a good-looking guy like Eddie Cruze was not attached. She didn’t have the same feelings for him as before, but he was a challenge and she was always up for a challenge.
Eddie headed back to the station after his encounter with Jordan. He had reports that needed to be completed and filed before the end of the day. As he sat there, his mind wandered back to Jordan Martin.
He remembered the crush she had on him when he was still in school. He met her when he helped her collect her books after they bumped into each other. After that, she was like a puppy dog, always around. He never did anything to lead her on and when he went off to college, he figured it was over and didn’t give it a thought.
Home for the summer during his college freshman year, his brother Chaz asked him to drive him to the senior party out at the lake. Chaz jumped out of the car immediately and went in search of his friends. He remembered being aware of some of the kid's drinking and smoking pot and knew it wouldn’t end well. He wanted out of there and started looking for Chaz. Suddenly, somebody was all over him. It was Jordan, and she was either drunk or high and none too steady on her feet. She kept trying to kiss him and after several warnings, he hauled her over to a fallen log, put her over his knee and spanked her bottom. It was only a couple of spanks over her fully clothed bottom, but she carried on nonetheless. That was the last time he saw Jordan Martin.
When she left Miller’s Crossing, she had no idea what she was going to do. She had $1200 dollars to her name, no job and a bus ticket to Los Angeles. Luckily, she found a job as a car hop, and met a couple of gals who needed a roommate. She enrolled in college, taking classes at night. She originally planned to get a degree and become a photo journalist. Along the way, one of her teachers introduced her to Gavin Sinclair. He saw her burgeoning talent and offered her an apprenticeship. Under Gavin’s tutelage, she became famous both in front of and behind the camera.
Lately, Miller’s Crossing kept popping into her thoughts. She was doing a piece featuring a fall clothing line and remembered how beautiful Miller’s Crossing always looked in the fall with its array of scarlet reds, and golden yellows. If it remained the same, the backdrop of the old waterwheel at the mill would be a perfect setting for this shoot.
It was as beautiful as she remembered. She took some shots and started making the necessary arrangements. She planned to ask Eddie and his brother if he wanted to be part of the shoot. They always needed extras as background for outdoor shoots, and they might get a kick out of it. At least, that’s what she told herself.
She was all nervous and jittery about her upcoming dinner with Eddie. She literally didn’t have anything to wear, besides what she’d worn all day, she only had another outfit and when she put it on she hated the way it looked and how she felt. This isn’t a date, get a grip. Eddie called, telling her he was about five minutes away.
She was getting off the elevator as he walked through the revolving lobby door; her heart did a little flutter. Striding toward him with the runway model walk, heads turned in their direction. He didn’t like the attention they were receiving and quickly ushered her out the door. Eddie steered her toward his car.
“Let’s take my car.”
“No, we’re taking mine,” he told in a tone that left no room for negotiation.
“How did your day go after you left? Did you find what you were looking for?”
She told him that it was as beautiful as she remembered, and that she had taken some pictures and arranged to use Miller’s Creek Old Mill as the backdrop for her photo shoot. She explained the live shots needed to be completed quickly before the trees lost their leaves, and the colors faded.
“Does that mean you’ll be around for a while?”
“I’ll leave my car here and fly in and out. It will be quicker. By the way, would you and Chaz like to be extras in the shoot?”
“Count me out.”
“I’m not like you Jordan. I don’t like the limelight.”
“You always were a stick in the mud.”
“Then why did you invite me to dinner?”
“Maybe it’s because you are a stick in the mud, know what you want and don’t give in. I meet many simpering fools in this business, and you are a refreshing change. I like a take charge man.”
“You didn’t like it when I took charge the day I put you over my knee.”
“I think I was too young to appreciate what a great quality that is.”
“I can see where you need to be reined in once in a while. I’m sorry you don’t have anybody to help you out,” he told her grinning.
“Are you applying for the job?”
“Maybe, depends on the benefit package.” She laughed a deep throaty laugh drawing attention to them.
“You do the job right, and you can name your own benefit package. I’m good for it.”
“I bet you are.”
“Would you like to interview for the position this evening?”
“If I set the rules.”
“No, it’s my way or no way.”
Driving them back from the restaurant, he took a turn in a different direction.
“You missed the turn back there.”
“Whose driving, you or me?” She felt a shiver run along her spine at his authoritative tone.
“You,” she told him and he continued down the road. Minutes later, she knew where he was headed, she looked at him and smiled. Sure enough, they pulled into a parking spot close to the lake. He opened her door and helped her out. He was recreating that night of long ago. He led her over to an upturned log, pulled her over his lap. This time, he slid her panties down to her thighs and rested his very large palm over her rear end for a few moments enjoying the view. The moonlight played on the whiteness of her skin. Soon he started painting her bottom another color, first blush, next a deeper pink, after that red and finally a deep cherry red. She was panting when he stopped spanking but she never once cried out.
“Do you need more?”
“I don’t know, do I?” She replied breathily.
“Yes, and more often, but that will do for now.”
He gave her one last swat, stood her up and pulled up her panties. “Let’s go,” taking her arm and led her to the car.
He drove her to his place. “Do you want to continue this interview?”
“By all means,” she told him.
He led her to his bedroom and told her to strip. She obeyed without hesitance and seconds later she was back over his knee, but this time his fingers strayed now and then and before long she was humming away to the strumming of his fingers.