Borrowed Meme

1. What is my favorite kind of pie?  Lemon Meringue (wi. Real meringue)
2. Who’s my favorite band/singer?  Hard to say but Rod Stewart comes to mind probably because I last heard him on my player.
3. Favorite Fruit?  I am an equal opportunity fruit eater – they’re all my favorite.
4. Favorite Sport?  Baseball/football
5. Favorite color?  Yellow, green
6. Favorite accessories?  Earrings, bracelets and rings
7. Do you collect anything?  pounds
8. Do you read?  Every single day
9. Are you sad about Michael Jackson’s death?  Losing anyone is a loss to someone.
10. Can you apply mascara with your mouth closed?  Don’t use mascara
11. Have you ever broken a bone…how many?  One, my pinky finger in a skating accident.
12. Do you text people often?  Yes
13. Have you ever gone to a concert?  Many times
14. Are you a runner?  From what.
15. Would you ever get a tattoo?  I’ve had permanent eyeliner applied and permanent color applied to my lips.  Does that count?
16. What is the song that describes your life most?  A Different Drum; Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves
17. Have you ever been heartbroken?  Yes
18. What do you wish to accomplish before you die? As much as I can.
19. Are you afraid of death?  I’m afraid of dying, not death.
20. Are you  having a good year.  The best so far.
21. Do you forget things easily?  Do I what?
22. Are you overly truthful?  Some people would answer yes.
23. Do you like the heat?  As in get out of the kitchen
24. Have you ever met a celebrity? Many times

This meme has taught me that I have a problem commiting to a favorite thing. Thanks Erica, Ronnie and abby for the meme. Come by tomorrow for a new story.  Until then, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Happy Thanksgiving

Those of you in the states - I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.  To our friends elsewhere, I wish you a Happy Day.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thanksgiving Tale

I'ts Thanksgiving week here in the good ole USA.  It's freezing cold in many areas in the states and winter is definitely here no matter what the calendar says.  It's lovely here though, cold at night but warm during the days - just perfect for me.

The kids arrive today for Thanksgiving.  I'm excited, it's been a while and they'll be here until Friday morning.  It will be busy, filled with lots of activity and visiting with friends and family and the time will go quickly.  The best part is that in only a little less than a month we will be together again.

Okay, enough jibber jabber, here's this week's Thanksgiving tale.
  

Once upon a time in a land far far away, Kayce woke up to realize it was Thanksgiving, and she had to cook dinner.  Having never done it before, she panicked.  “What the hell was I thinking inviting everyone?” I know what happened, the words spewed out of my mouth before my brain was in gear.  Jake is always warning, hell spanking, me about this very thing.

She rolled over, shook Jake and hopped out of bed.  Hitting the shower and thinking of all the things that needed doing, she finished much quicker than usual. The turkey took the longest, and she knew she best get it in the oven.  Luckily, she viewed a blog post that it took two days to defrost a turkey, or it would still be in the freezer.  Removing the turkey from the fridge, she washed it down and placed it in the pan, seasoned it with the packet of stuff she purchased and set it aside while the oven preheated.

“Phew, glad that part is done,” she said to Jake, who had just entered the kitchen.

“Honey, don’t forget to put the giblets and stuff in a pan of water to make gravy later. That’s what my mom always did.”

“What giblets? What are you talking about?”

“The packet that’s always stuffed in the turkey.”

“There was nothing in the turkey.”

“Are you sure, my mom…” Kayce put her hand up to effectively shush Jake.

“Jake, no offense but I don’t want to hear about what your mom did or didn’t do.”

“This is going to be a long day Kayce, you best start watching your attitude, starting now.” Jake said in that tone she understood so very well.

Kayce had a fractious relationship with her mother-in-law to say the least.  Esther Conlee was one of those women who knew everything and did it better than everyone else.  She was overbearing and at times Jake agreed.  Jake’s dad, Stan, long ago just closed down.  When he and Esther were together, he barely spoke and immediately did whatever Esther demanded of him.  When Stan was alone, he was a different man.  Kayce could never understand why he didn’t stand up to her and asked him one time when she’d had too many glasses of wine, and he responded that it was just easier. Jake was not going to turn into his father or allow her to turn into his mother. Before she’d even met his parents, he explained he would lead in whatever relationship he engaged, and if she didn’t want that she should move on.  After meeting his parents, she understood.

Jake was a loving husband and doted on Kayce but there were things that just were not allowed; disrespect was one of them.  He warned her, and that would be the only one she would receive.  If she didn’t heed the warning, she knew the consequences, so she tried keeping her attitude in check.  She didn’t want to sit down to Thanksgiving dinner on a sore bottom.

“I’m sorry, Jake.  I’m just a little stressed right now.  I’ll be better; I promise.”

He took her in his arms and hugged her right.  “Okay, honey.  Relax, everything will be fine.”  He slapped her bum and walked away.

Kayce planned on stuffing the turkey with oranges, limes and cilantro and took the fruit out of the fridge.  When she was stuffing the produce into the turkey, she double- checked for anything she might have missed.  Sure enough, there was a packet of stuff in the neck cavity, she hadn’t checked that before.  “What do I do now, do I just throw it out along with the rest of this stuff or should I admit I missed it?  I think I’ll just put it here with the rest of the stuff to dispose and pretend I just missed it. That stuff looks nasty anyway,” she said to herself.

She stuffed the turkey, popped it in the oven and started on the rest of the kitchen chores.  Her guests were bringing desserts and their part of the menu included sweet potatoes, stuffing with mushrooms, fresh green beans with almonds, cranberry relish she purchased from the gourmet deli, and a ginger pumpkin soup she was making from scratch.  Pleased with the progress, she started to set the table.

Wanting to use the china and silver received as wedding gifts, she enlisted Jake’s help to get it out and wash them before setting them on the table.  They were washing and drying the dishes and as she went to set the dishes on the table, she bent over to reach something and the target was just too appealing. Jake swatted her perfectly showcased bottom with the dishtowel, she oomphed and wiggled her fanny at him, and he swatted her again.  One thing led to another and the next thing she knew, they rearranged the table to their advantage and Jake alleviated Kayce’s stress.

“How’s the stress level now Sweetie?”

“Stress, what stress?  Except now we have to start all over again and this time, keep the dish towel to yourself?”

“Really,” he said as he swatted her again.  He took her in his arms and held her tightly while he told her just how much she meant to him. 

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The dinner turned out perfectly.  Kayce’s parents and her brother remarked at how beautiful the table looked and Jake gave Kayce a look that started her giggling.  Every time she placed another side dish on the table, she giggled.  Jake brought in the turkey last, placing it so that the legs faced him.  Jake kept looking at Kaycee and pretended to look into the cavity to remove the stuffing.

“Honey, there’s no stuffing in this turkey.  Is it because it’s a tom and not a hen?”

Kayce completely lost it and was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her face. Their little joke lost on the others around the table.  As usual, Jake remained his calm self with just the slightest smirk at the corners of his lips.  Esther, however, was being her usual bitchy self.

“How can you have turkey without stuffing?” and she started in on her tirade about how young people today ignored traditions of the past and on and on.  Stan, of course, ignored Esther’s tirade as usual and kept sinking down further and further in his chair.  Jake tried silencing his mother, but she was on a roll and there was no stopping her.

Kayce stopped laughing and piped up with “Why don’t you stuff it, Esther.”

“What did you say?”

“Why don’t you stuff it, Esther?  I don’t care what you think.  You are always criticizing everything and I am tired of listening to you. Look at the faces around this table, your husband can’t slink down any further and every one else is wishing you would just keep quiet.  Before your mouth started to spew out it’s usual vitriol, if you had looked at the table, you would have noticed the dish of stuffing to your right.”

“Well, I’ve never been talked to this way and to think it’s happening in my son’s home,” and she rose from the table.

“Esther, it’s my home too and it’s about time you remember that.”

“Jake, are you going to allow your wife to talk to me that way?”  Jake didn’t have a chance to react before Stan suddenly got some backbone.

“Esther, you have been dishing out your opinions, wanted or not, for years and I’ve allowed it to happen.  I’m glad someone finally had the chutzpah to stand up to you.  Lord knows, I haven’t.  That stops now.  Son, excuse us.  I’m taking your mother outside now while we have a discussion about manners. Please start your dinner, we will back shortly.”

Stunned silence surrounded the table, as the front door closed.  Jake started to carve the turkey, conversation resumed as dishes began passing around the table. Kayce went back into the kitchen to get another spoon and glanced out the window.  She watched Stan pointing his finger at Esther and could just imagine the conversation when suddenly he turned her against his hip and starting spanking her bottom.  She couldn’t move, she was stuck to that spot and couldn’t peel her eyes away.  Hearing Jake’s voice ask if everything was all right, brought her back to reality.  She returned to the dining room with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.  Jake pulled out her chair and whispered in her ear that he loved her but they would be having their own discussion later.

Kayce tried to control her smirk when Jake’s parents returned to the table.  Esther had the look of a chastened woman and Stan sat up straighter in his chair.  The rest of the dinner went off without a hitch and even Esther complimented Kayce on how wonderful everything tasted.

“Even the stuffing, Esther.”

“Especially, the stuffing,” she turned and gave her husband a big smile.

When the day was over, the company gone, Jake took Kayce’s hand and asked if she was ready for her roasting.  She pretended to be surprised and asked why.

“Surely, you didn’t think you were going to get away with today’s little tirade, did you?”

He asked her with a big grin on his face as he took her over his knee and delivered five sharp swats before they started to dance their version of the turkey trot.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

FINALLY

A  couple of months ago now I finally made a determination to do something about my weight.  The scale kept creeping up until even I couldn't stand it any more.  I'm more about a life plan than a diet because although diets work, they only last as long as you're committed to that plan.  A life plan means that's how you're going to live your life.  I decided I could live with smaller portions and better eating habits than cutting out foods I like way too much.

Along with that I purchased a Fitbit.  It's a little thingie that counts steps, etc.  It will do a lot more than that but that's how I've used it so far.  I aim for 10,000 steps a day, don't always make and don't do it every day, but it's more than I did before.  So far, I'm down fifteen pounds.  I'm literally walking my tush off.  :-)


Ray, who has always been an ass man, has been very appreciative.  He said I've gone from watermelons to cantelopes and he can't seem to keep his hands to himself - here a swat, there a swat, everywhere a swat swat.   Not that I'm complaining mind you.  Taking full advantage of the situation, the other day we were teasing each other, actually I was teasing him and he pulled me over his lap and spanked me.  The dam has broken and I got exactly what I wanted.

I see a lot more teasing in his future and hopefully more trips over his lap for me.


See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Weather Related Spankings

I, Barbara Jean Caldwell, hate this weather; it's awful.  I don’t know why we have to endure such horrible weather when we could be back in California enjoying the sunshine and warm sunny days.  But no, Derek insisted we move to Colorado, and not only that he didn’t want to be in a metropolitan area like Denver or Boulder, but up high where snow could come anytime from September to July.  Here it was only November, and the snow was already piled up outside. 

He and the kids liked it fine.  They are outside right now, making snow angels and shoveling the walks.  Crazy, that’s what they were, crazy.  Hell, it’s twenty-two degrees outside, and they’re out there looking like abominable snow people.  There’s not one piece of skin showing anywhere.  I think I’ll turn up the thermostat a little; I'm getting chilly just thinking about them outside.  Hope Derek brings in more wood when he comes in so I can stoke up the fire.

I pulled out my kindle and sat in front of the burning logs. I draped an afghan over my lap and ruminated how all of my spankings seemed to be weather-related.  I was determined that I would not be getting a spanking today. I was warm and cozy, and as long as I didn’t have to go outside, I’d be able to control myself.   I would think about our once wonderful cozy life in California.

Derek could work anywhere, one of those computer nerds, just give him a laptop and a phone, and he was set.  He made a good living; they wanted for nothing, and she knew she was lucky.  Then he had to go and ruin it.  He said he didn’t want his kids growing up not being able to experience four seasons. We could have just come for a day because in Denver, it wasn’t unusual to have all four seasons in one day.  He wanted clean air to breathe, and that’s why we had to move up here because Denver has smog too.  I have to admit it is pretty; we live in a great community, and the kids love it.

I threw a fit when he told me his decision. Derek had been talking about it for years, and I always managed to cajole him out of it before.  This time he held his ground and the next thing I knew, the realtor posted a sign in the front yard.  I went bananas.  My timing was way off because kids were in school, and he hauled me into the bedroom, pulled down my jeans and panties and laid into me. First with his hand and then with his belt – I was howling and calling him every name I could think of and each time I did the belt landed a little harder. He stopped but not because he was done.  No, he had me go stand in the corner to think about things.  Hell, the only thing I could think about was how much my butt hurt, but I didn’t dare to rub.  I stood there for at least an hour, it seemed like that to me.  He told me it was only five minutes, and I wasn’t about to argue. He hauled me back over his lap and started the spanking anew.  He told me this spanking was for the language, and I was lucky he was going to go easy on me.  Easy, hell, my bottom was already on fire, and he was making it worse.  By the time he was through. I was sure my bottom was black and blue, and that I wouldn’t be sitting for a week.  Neither part turned out to be true.  There were no bruises and I was sitting five minutes later, on the wooden chair in his office, writing, “I will learn to control my temper” five hundred times.  Let me tell you, sitting on that damn oak chair, with my bum on fire and sore, it was really difficult  to control my temper, but each time I wrote a line, I reminded myself why I was in this predicament,  bit my lip and squirmed a little more.

After that session, I was good for a while.  Derek took all of us on a trip to Colorado to find a house.  We found the house we live in now.  Newly renovated, it was much nicer than our house in California.  On a hill, nestled among the pines, it was picture perfect.  Well, at least in the summer.  From the deck, you could see the city nestled in the valley, and the mountain ranges  surrounding us, all pastoral and green. 

We moved in June, and I settled in thinking this wasn’t so bad, why had I raised such a stink?  We had a great summer; we hiked a lot; Derek took the kids fishing at the nearby lake; our neighbors were terrific.  Summer turned to fall, and the weather was still warm, beautiful sunny days, cool evenings and no bugs, what the hell was I thinking?  Then one day I happened to turn on the weather, and the weatherman was telling everyone to brace themselves - a Canadian Clipper was on its way.  Canadian Clipper, is that a sports team and why did we have to brace ourselves?  I lived in my own little world; it was usually a fun place.  For those of you not in the know, a Canadian Clipper sometimes known as the Alberta Clipper is a cold air mass pile-driving its way into the United States from the province of Alberta, not a sports team at all.

Anyway, one day in late October, it was 70 degrees at noon.  For those of you not familiar with temperatures in Colorado, the sun is very warm and 70 degrees is short weather.  Well, on that day, I went from shorts to longer pants to a sweater to a jacket. By the time we went to bed it was 15 degrees and dropping.  Welcome to life in our area of Colorado.  Little did I know; it was only the beginning.  I spent a lot of time complaining and a lot of time getting my little (okay not so little)tush reddened. Somehow, we managed to get through that first winter with my spirit unbroken.

Spring/Summer came earlier than usual, and I was beginning to revel in the weather when one morning, the first day of summer to be exact, I woke to two inches of snow on the ground.  You can imagine the rant, can’t you? The kids out of school for the summer was my only saving grace, but Derek warned that the first available moment we were kid free I was going to get my tush toasted.  By late morning, the kids on a play date, Derek held true to his word.  I don’t think the kids cleared the driveway before he had me against the kitchen counter, pants down, wooden spatula in hand, spanking away.  The pain in my butt was still there long after the snow had melted.

We had another beautiful summer and fall.  We learned to stock up on wood for the fireplace by the end of August; we had plenty of gas for the generator, and I now knew about a Canadian Clipper; I was ready; I braced myself. The weatherman even warned that the stripe on the wooly caterpillar was very large meaning a cold snowy winter.  I should not have been surprised.  After all, wooly caterpillars don’t lie.  But I wasn’t ready for frigid, and I mean frigid.  The new term I learned was Polar Vortex.  You would think I should have known better, after all I knew what polar meant.  Maybe so, but the day I heard the high for the day was going to be 5 degrees, all hell broke loose. 

Once again, the minute Derek returned from taking the kids to school; I was getting my hind end blistered.  He didn’t even stop to lecture, just began strapping away.  When he was done, I was literally dancing around, covering my butt and howling.  I seriously considered opening a window and sticking out my butt for a cool down. I didn’t think the neighbors would be watching and really, at that point, I wouldn’t have cared, except the windows were frozen shut.

However, this was another year and this year; I'm ready, as long as I don’t have to learn any new weather terms.  So it’s 22 degrees outside, I don’t care.  I’m in here and here I’ll stay.  Just don’t ask me to say I like it; even I can’t pretend that.

Have you been to Corbin's Bend lately?

Sunday Greetings Everyone



Wanted to let everyone know, I'm hosting Corinne Alexander on my other blog today. It is part of the Corbin's Bend series and is her first novella.  If you have a minute, stop by and read a synopsis and an excerpt of A Brush of Violet.  I haven't had a chance to read yet myself, so I can't critique but I love the Corbin's Bend series and am sure this one will not disappoint.  Corinne is also offering an Amazon Gift Card to one lucky winner.  Why not you?  The book is available at the sites listed below.

Blushing Books            Amazon          Barnes & Noble

Don't forget to stop by tomorrow for a new story and have a great week.  Stay tuned for more Aimless Ramblings.

A LOL Follow Up

I want to say Thank You to Hermione and Bonnie for LOL 9 Day.  It was fun.  I think I've managed to visit every blog and leave a comment.  I've found new blogs I didn't know existed and enjoyed seeing all the creativity of posts.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by and if it was your first time, I hope you'll do it again.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

LOVE OUR LURKERS

ARE YOU A LURKER??  WHAT'S A LURKER, YOU SAY.  LURKERS ARE THOSE OF YOU WHO RUN UP OUR NUMBERS BUT NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE.  EVERY YEAR WE BEG YOU TO COME OUT OF HIDING. WILL THIS BE THE YEAR YOU DECIDE TO SHOW US YOUR FACE AND LET US GET TO KNOW YOU AS YOU KNOW US?

BE A SPORT AND JOIN THE FUN.

COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE

I know you visit regularly, I can tell by the numbers. We all started out like you at one time or another and I promise, I won't tell or divulge any of your secrets.  

Come join the party.  We're having fun and want you to join us. We love visitors, it's why we're here. Let us know you stopped by, comment, share a joke.  Who knows you might find a life long friend, one you'll never meet, so you don't have to dress up for the occasion.

I DARE YOU TO REVEAL YOURSELF AS SOMETHING OTHER THAN A STATISTIC

Hermoine is our hostest with the mostest today and tomorrow and if you click on her name the link will take you to her blog to see the list of all the participants.  Who knows, next year you may decide to add your name to that list.

Thank You

THANK YOU for your sacrifice and our freedoms.

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Neighbors - Part Two

This is the continuation of the story I so abruptly ended last week.  If you missed it, click 

here

They froze and it took a moment before either of them realized they had to react.  Marjorie dropped her legs and they scrambled looking for their clothes.  Oliver yelled out that he would be right there. When he opened the door, he was still disheveled and hadn’t buttoned his shirt correctly.  Jason and Linda took one look at him and then looked at each other and smirked.

“Did we interrupt something?” Jason asked.

“No, why do you ask?”  Jason pointed out his shirt, Oliver looked and shrugged his shoulders while he rebuttoned the shirt correctly.  Jason and Linda walked out to the deck where Marjorie was setting out appetizers.

Oliver made the introductions.  Marjorie was still a little flustered and meeting her favorite author didn’t help.  Nervous as hell, she managed to tilt the plate and some of the appetizers hit the deck.  Oliver glared at her but Linda picked them up and put all but one back on the plate.

“Ten second rule” she told everyone as she popped it into her mouth.

Marjorie immediately felt at ease and the three of them enjoyed the sunset, the wine and appetizers when Jason asked again if they interrupted anything.  Linda shot him a look telling him to drop it but Jason and Oliver were old friends and the taunts back and forth were nothing new.    Marjorie squirmed in her chair before excusing herself to go into the kitchen.  Linda followed.

“Don’t let those two embarrass you.  They’re always like this.” Linda told Marjorie.

“I guess boys will be boys.”

Linda asked Marjorie how she met Oliver and how long they had been seeing each other. Marjorie explained how they met, and that up until today, it was just friendship.  She told Linda about the episode with the spoon, and how one thing led to another when the doorbell rang. Linda laughed and apologized and Marjorie told her not to worry about it, it was just one of those things. 

The men came in to find out what all the laughter was about and the girls just continued to giggle.  Oliver set about finishing dinner preparation and every time he used the wooden spoon, the girls giggled.

The four of them spent a wonderful evening together and when Linda and Jason left, Marjorie started to clean up.

“Leave it,” Oliver told her.  “I think we have left some other unfinished business I’d like to tend to first.”

“We did,” Marjorie said all innocent looking.  He picked up a wooden spoon and came at Marjorie.  She giggled and he set about whacking her bottom a couple of times.  It was a redo of earlier in the evening, except that this time they were able to finish the ‘unfinished business’ between them. 

“So do you always spank your kitchen partners?” she asked.

“I never have before, but then I’ve never had such attractive kitchen assistants before.”

“I see.  It’s a whole new experience for me and I have to tell you I rather liked it.”

“Good, I rather liked it too.  I especially liked what came after. How do you feel about this newest stage of our friendship?”

Marjorie put her arms around his shoulders, wrapped her fingers through his hair and brought his head down to hers before plunging her tongue into his mouth.  When he was able, he commented that he guessed she was okay with it, and they were off.  The kitchen never did get cleaned that evening.

Once, Oliver’s injury had completely healed, his position with Fox Sports kicked in and he began traveling a great deal.  Marjorie found she missed his company, suddenly her  life seemed lonely.  Linda and Jason had become her friends also and she spent quite a bit of time with them and their two girls, but they didn’t warm her bed or her bottom.

Oliver was always asking her to join him in one of the many cities in which he broadcasted weekly events.  Her answer had always been no, but she decided to take him up on his latest offer.  He was broadcasting a game in Miami this weekend and it would be fun to spend a weekend in sun and surf.  Linda agreed to take Penny, which wasn’t a hardship because the girls loved her.  Marjorie decided a surprise was in order and she arranged to be at the hotel when Oliver finished his broadcast the next Friday evening. 

The flight went well and she took a taxi to the hotel.  She hadn’t booked a room expecting to stay with Oliver, however she received a surprise when she arrived.  The hotel would not allow her access to his room, so she sat in the lobby awaiting his arrival.  When he finally did arrive, he was not alone.  Along with him were two beautiful girls, a red head and a raven haired beauty. They each had an arm wrapped in his and she could see by the way they acted, they knew each other quite well.  I should have known, she told herself.  I’ve got to get out of here.  She watched the three of them step onto the elevator and the minute the door closed, she bounded out the door and hailed a taxi to the airport.  She caught the first flight back home.

Linda was quite surprised to see her when she picked up Penny earlier than planned.  It was one time she wasn’t honest with Linda, she was too embarrassed to tell her that their friend was a two-timing jackass, she just told her she hadn’t felt well and decided not to go through with her plans.

She didn’t take any of Oliver’s check-in calls, which had come quite regularly, and after a couple of days, he was beginning to get worried.  He called Linda and asked her if she had seen Marjorie. Linda told him she hadn’t seen her since she picked up Penny after her aborted trip to Miami.

“What trip to Miami?” Oliver asked.

“Oh boy.  I guess I let the cat out of the bag.  Marjorie planned to meet you in Miami but she said she hadn’t felt well and cancelled the trip.”

“I see,” he told her.  “Don’t worry Linda, I won’t let on you let it slip.”

“Thanks, Ollie, I’d hate to think I betrayed a trust.”

Oliver hung up the phone and checked his schedule.  He had two days before he was due in Pittsburgh for his next assignment.  He booked a flight home.  Penny announced his arrival and when Marjorie saw him, she refused to answer the door.  He continued to knock and ring the doorbell until she opened the door

“Get out of here, quit bothering me. I’m not interested in seeing you.”

“What’s going on?  I’ve been trying to reach you and you’re not taking my calls or returning my messages.”

“Think about that, why don’t you?” she replied.

“I have, I’ve done nothing but not think about it.  What the hell happened?”

“Let’s just say I’ve learned something about you and I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Don’t you think I’m due more of an explanation than that.”

“Once upon a time, I would have thought so to, but then I went to Miami and learned differently.”

“You came to Miami.  When?”

“Oh, is it all becoming clear to you now, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  Now start talking before I go find a spoon in your kitchen.”  He laughed thinking that bit of levity might alleviate some of the tension between them.

“You son of a bitch, don’t you try to squirm out of it.”

“Squirm out of what, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I flew to Miami to surprise you.  There I am sitting in the lobby waiting to see the guy I just flew 1500 miles to see but I was the one who was surprised.  You walked into the lobby accompanied by two women, one on each arm.  You were having a good time and I watched as you walked into the elevator with them. I assume you do that in every city you visit.  Why not, a good-looking available guy like you.  I was the one that was the fool, thinking we had something special.”

“Majorie,” he tried to put his arms around her.

“Don’t you touch me.” She pushed him away and Penny jumped into the act to protect her. 

“You’re all wrong.”

“I know what I saw.”

“What you saw, was me escorting two of the player’s wives to their room. There was a team meeting after the game and Jim and Bucky asked if I would see their wives back to the hotel.”

“Give me a break, I am not a moron.”

“What happened to my logicial thinker, you’re acting like a moron.  I think I like that you’re upset though.”  He tried putting his arms around her again.  Once again, she pushed him away, this time he tripped over Penny and fell down.  Penny stood over him and wouldn’t let him up.

“Call off Penny.”

“No, I like you there.”

He reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the floor with him.  “Now we’re eye level and I’m going to explain once again and you’re going to listen.  Do you understand,” he said in a sterner tone.

“Jim Nolan and Bucky Sampson are old teammates of mine.  I know Kelly Nolan and Lynn Sampson.  As a matter of fact, I am godfather to Jim Jr.  So when my mates asked me to escort their wives back to the hotel, I was happy to do so.  If you had stuck around and made your presence known, I could have introduced you.  Instead, you snuck off and sulked and now refuse to believe me.  I thought you knew me better than that, I thought we had something better than that.”

“I thought so too, that’s why I was so upset.”

“Then, why didn’t you speak up that night, or any time that I called over the last two weeks.”

“I’m sorry.  I was angry with you and wasn’t thinking.”

“Marjorie, my job requires me to travel, if we’re going to be a couple, you’re going to have to trust me.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” she told him.

“Okay.”  He kissed her and got to his knees and pulled her up to him.  “Now where is that spoon, because I’m going to wallop your behind for all the worry you’ve put me through the last couple of days.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He pulled her up the rest of the way and hauled her into the kitchen.  He found just what he was looking for in the crock on the counter.  He pulled out a kitchen chair, spread his legs and pulled her over his right knee, holding her in place with his left leg, leaning her forward so he had full access to her ass, and forcing her to brace herself on the floor in order not to topple over.  He pulled up that two sizes too large sweatshirt – she was commando.  How perfect, he thought to himself. 

His large hand completely covered one of her pearly white cheeks, he pinch and squeezed and then moved onto her other cheek.  He watched her squirm - he loved watching those cheeks react to his attention.  He squeezed and rubbed and pinched.

“If you’re going to spank me, get it over with, already.”

“Whatever you say, my lady.”  He landed the first smack squarely over the middle of both cheeks.  He continued to paint her bottom a lovely shade of pink and he could smell her excitement, but he was just getting started.  He pulled the spoon out of his pocket and began pelting her bottom, right, left, up, down.  Watching as the spoon flattened out her cheeks as it landed and then spring back added to his erection.  His pants were becoming uncomfortable but he would have to deal with the discomfort.  She needed more spanking and so he continued to bring down that spoon as her pink cheeks turned red, and redder before he was through.

“There,” he said when he was finished. He dropped the spoon and his hands rubbed over her throbbing cheeks.  His fingers probed her until he found what he was searching for and seconds later, she was experiencing her first orgasm while across his knee.

“There, indeed.”

DONT FORGET ABOUT LOVE OUR LURKERS DAYS -NOVEMBER 12th and 13th

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Neighbors

Marjorie paddled her kayak up the river to her usual landing.  It was late fall and the river, enhanced by the summer storms, was running strong and true.  The solitude of the river fed her soul and she reveled in her little place of paradise.  It was once a summer fishing shack back when this part of the state had lured tourists from far and wide to fish in the clear mountain lakes and rivers of Sommersby County.  Marjorie had come across it on a hiking tour years ago.  It was love at first sight and she researched its history and tracked down the owner.  It turned out to belong to a family that hadn’t known it existed until it was deeded to them as part of an estate.  They had no interest in keeping it and sold it to Marjorie for a song. 

Over the course of years, Marjorie became a Home Depot do-it-yourselfer and transformed the old fishing shack into a habitable cottage that housed herself, her dog Penny and an occasional overnight guest.

In the summer, she had quite a few neighbors in the riverside community.  Once October 1^st rolled around, they departed for the flatlands and milder temps.  This was the best time of year for Marjorie.  She was a freelance writer and only occasionally had to venture from her environs for work. 

She had pulled her kayak from the river and brought it up the bank, covered it with a tarp when she heard a voice tell her she forgot the oar.  Startled, she turned around and found the stranger was right, the oar was still on the ground.

“Thank you.  I’m Marjorie Kincaid,” she told him extending her hand in a handshake.

“I’m Oliver Bennett.” His hand dwarfed hers and the feel of his rough hands sent a tingle down her spine.  She looked into the clear blue eyes of a burly man. He stood at least six feet tall, with dark curly hair and a beard that hugged his face.  Wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and hiking boots laced up his calves, she thought about the guy on the Big John’s bean can, no one in real life should look this good.   When he smiled, his eyes twinkled and his teeth were so white she was almost blinded.

“Nice to meet you Oliver Bennett.  Are you lost?”  He laughed, and the sound echoed through the wooded area.

“Not hardly.  I bought the place over on the point.  I’ve watched you paddle the river several times and told myself I was determined to meet the intrepid kayaker.  I spied you on the way out this morning and watched for you until I saw you turn the bend and then followed your path along the trail.”

“So, you’re a stalker.  Should I be frightened?”

“Too late,” and again he threw back his head in laughter.

“I know I always only see you, do you live here alone?”

“Me and my dog, Penny.  Listen, I’m really hungry and thirsty.  Why don’t you come up to my cabin and we can continue this conversation.  Since we’re neighbors, it’s the neighborly thing to do.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea that you are so trusting.”

“Oliver, what exactly could I do differently?  Obviously, you know my routine, it’s pretty obvious from where I house the kayak that the cottage you see in front of you is my abode.  If an intruder wants in, no lock is going to keep them out, so why not be trusting.”

“A logical thinker. You could at least carry some sort of protection.”

“What a gun?  If I was paranoid, I could have shot you for scaring me just now.  No, it’s better the way I am.  Besides, once we get to the house, you’ll see Penny is my protector.”

He followed Marjorie up the path to her home.  He couldn’t help but admire her long lean tanned legs beneath her tight rounded butt.  He would love to run his hands up those toned calves and thighs and spank that delicious ass.  He couldn’t tell about the rest of her because the two sizes too large sweatshirt hid her upper torso; but he would bet it was just as alluring.  An outdoors type of girl, with brown hair styled in a french braid, no makeup and you could tell she was comfortable in her own skin.  Such a refreshing change for him, a city dweller, who couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have beer or lemonade.  What’s your choice?”

“Is it homemade?”

“The beer or the lemonade.”

“Okay, I asked for that, Ms. Smarty Pants.  I’ll take the lemonade, maybe the beer another time.”

She poured two glasses of lemonade and brought out a box of crackers and a dish of something from the fridge, along with some carrot sticks and slices of apple.

“Healthy food, I’m impressed.”

“Taste that spread and you might change your mind.”  He dipped a slice of apple into the concoction and a mélange of flavors nipped his tastebuds.  “What’s in this?”

“Pureed pumpkin, grated ginger, cinnamon with a dash of chili sauce and a splash of pineapple juice for sweetness.  Tasty huh?”

“So sugar and spice, huh.  Just like you.”

“Maybe so.  Tell me about you Oliver Bennett.  So far I’ve done all the talking.”

“I’m a sportscaster for Fox Sports, or I will be once I’m recuperated from my latest surgery.  I was a professional hockey player and blew my knee out last year and decided my body had enough.  A buddy of mine lives up here, Jason Woodhue, he invited me up and I fell in love with the place.  When this happened, as he patted his knee, I hired a realtor to find me a place.  Here I am.”

“You’re the one who bought the McMansion.

“It’s hardly a mansion.”

“Compared to my place and the rest of the places around, it is. The previous owners built it and never lived there.  I don’t think they visited but two or three times.  Are you going to be different?”

“It will be my home base.  I will do a great deal of traveling but that will be home.  So how long have you been here?”

“I found this place on a hike a couple of years back, bought it, fixed it up and have been here ever since.”

“Don’t you find it lonely?”

“Not at all.  If I get too lonely, I’ll go into town or the city.  That’s one of the things I love about here, it’s close to everything but still remains a little haven that hasn’t been swallowed up by outsiders.”

“We are both outsiders.”

“Yes, but I bet your willing, just as I am, to leave the place as it is.  It’s quiet charm is what brought us here but so many others who come for the same reason start to miss something and before you know it, want to bring it to the new place and voila, another charming place ruined by progress and outsiders. Why can’t they leave well enough alone.”

“So tell me how you really feel.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll get off my soapbox now.”

                                                                               

“Where does your friend Jason live?  I don’t believe I’ve ever met him.”

“I’m not surprised.  He is something of a recluse and came up here and, like you, loves it just the way it is.  You might better know him by his other name, John Appleton.”

“John Appleton, the author.”

“One and the same.  He and I grew up together in Woodland and have been friends ever since.  He and his wife, Linda, have two little ones, a boy and a girl.  They live across the river, in a house nestled so far in the trees it is virtually impossible to find without a guide.  I know, I got lost the first four times I tried to find it.”

“I’d love to meet him sometime. I’ve read all of his books, he’s a wonderful author.”

“Have dinner with me and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Is that a bribe?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

They spent what was left of the day together, talking about everything and anything.  It had been a long time since she had felt so comfortable with anyone, nevermind someone of the opposite sex.  When it started to get dark enough to turn on some lights, he said he better go, he had wasted enough of her time.

“Hardly a waste.  I enjoyed it, and yes, I’d love to have dinner with you, even if I don’t get to meet your friend Jason.”

“Great, what are you doing tomorrow night.  We can go have dinner at the inn or you can come to the McMansion and taste my cooking.  I’m really a pretty good cook.”

“How can I refuse a home cooked meal?  Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself and Penny, if you want.”

“Hear that Penny, you’re invited too.” Penny woofed.

“If you get there about 5:30 we can watch the sunset from the deck.”

“It’s a date, or is it?”

“Yes, it’s a date.  Our first of many, I hope.”  he smiled at her and took her hand and kissed it.

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Marjorie and Oliver had dinner together a couple of times a week.  He cooked, she cleaned. Oliver, used to being in charge of everything, was soon telling Marjorie how to do this and that.  Majorie, used to being on her own, didn’t always relish the interference, but she figured his house, his rules.  The night Oliver invited his friends Jason and Linda to meet Marjorie started out like many others.  Oliver, in the kitchen, could be a tyrant.  It was why Marjorie always cleaned up so she could avoid the kitchen while Oliver was cooking. This time he wanted Marjorie with him as he prepared a special dinner for his friends.  He and Marjorie had spent the better part of the day in the kitchen and they both had frazzled nerves. When Marjorie didn’t cut the carrots exactly the way he dictated, his frustration got the better of him and he swatted her backside with the wooden spoon he was holding.

“Ouch,” she yelped.  “What the hell was that?”   He laughed at her response.

“I don’t know but you better do what I say or I’ll do it again,”

“Like hell you will.”  She grabbed the spoon out of his hand and swatted his butt.

“How do you like it?” she asked him with a big grin on her face.

“Actually, I kinda liked the whole interaction.  See for yourself,” and he pointed to a certain bulge growing in his pants.

To be perfectly honest with herself, she noticed a definite wetness in her nether regions also. 

He grabbed the spoon out of her hands and pulled her into his arms.  The first time his lips touched hers, the fire inside burned hotly and their passions took hold.  Hands began exploring skin hot to the touch and in just seconds their relationship went from friendship to full blown lust.  They ripped off each others’ clothes and Marjorie found herself up against the counter.  Still holding the spoon, he gave her backside three whacks before turning her around and putting her up against the nearest wall.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and that’s where they where when the doorbell rang.

They froze and it took a moment before either of them realized they had to react.  Marjorie dropped her legs and they scrambled looking for their clothes.  Oliver yelled out that he would be right there. When he opened the door, he was still disheveled and hadn’t buttoned his shirt correctly.  Jason and Linda took one look at him and then looked at each other and smirked.

“Did we interrupt something?” Jason asked.

“No, why do you ask?”  Jason pointed out his shirt, Oliver looked and shrugged his shoulders while he rebuttoned the shirt correctly.  Jason and Linda walked out to the deck where Marjorie was setting out appetizers.

Oliver made the introductions.  Marjorie was still a little flustered and meeting her favorite author didn’t help.  Nervous as hell, she managed to tilt the plate and some of the appetizers hit the deck.  Oliver glared at her but Linda picked them up and put all but one back on the plate.

“Ten second rule” she told everyone as she popped it into her mouth.

Marjorie immediately felt at ease and the three of them enjoyed the sunset, the wine and appetizers when Jason asked again if they interrupted anything.  Linda shot him a look telling him to drop it but Jason and Oliver were old friends and the taunts back and forth were nothing new.    Marjorie squirmed in her chair before excusing herself to go into the kitchen.  Linda followed.

“Don’t let those two embarrass you.  They’re always like this.” Linda told Marjorie.

“I guess boys will be boys.”

Linda asked Marjorie how she met Oliver and how long they had been seeing each other. Marjorie explained how they met, and that up until today, it was just friendship.  She told Linda about the episode with the spoon, and how one thing led to another when the doorbell rang. Linda laughed and apologized and Marjorie told her not to worry about it, it was just one of those things. 

The men came in to find out what all the laughter was about and the girls just continued to giggle.  Oliver set about finishing dinner preparation and every time he used the wooden spoon, the girls giggled.

The four of them spent a wonderful evening together and when Linda and Jason left, Marjorie started to clean up.

“Leave it,” Oliver told her.  “I think we have left some other unfinished business I’d like to tend to first.”

“We did,” Marjorie said all innocent looking.  He picked up a wooden spoon and came at Marjorie.  She giggled and he set about whacking her bottom a couple of times.  It was a redo of earlier in the evening, except that this time they were able to finish the ‘unfinished business’ between them. 

“So do you always spank your kitchen partners?” she asked.

“I never have before, but then I’ve never had such attractive kitchen assistants before.”

“I see.  It’s a whole new experience for me and I have to tell you I rather liked it.”

“Good, I rather liked it too.  I especially liked what came after. How do you feel about this newest stage of our friendship?”

Marjorie put her arms around his shoulders, wrapped her fingers through his hair and brought his head down to hers before plunging her tongue into his mouth.  When he was able, he commented that he guessed she was okay with it, and they were off.  The kitchen never did get cleaned that evening.

Once, Oliver’s injury had completely healed, his position with Fox Sports kicked in and he began traveling a great deal.  Marjorie found she missed his company, suddenly her  life seemed lonely.  Linda and Jason had become her friends also and she spent quite a bit of time with them and their two girls, but they didn’t warm her bed or her bottom.

Oliver was always asking her to join him in one of the many cities in which he broadcasted weekly events.  Her answer had always been no, but she decided to take him up on his latest offer.  He was broadcasting a game in Miami this weekend and it would be fun to spend a weekend in sun and surf.  Linda agreed to take Penny, which wasn’t a hardship because the girls loved her.  Marjorie decided a surprise was in order and she arranged to be at the hotel when Oliver finished his broadcast the next Friday evening. 

The flight went well and she took a taxi to the hotel.  She hadn’t booked a room expecting to stay with Oliver, however she received a surprise when she arrived.  The hotel would not allow her access to his room, so she sat in the lobby awaiting his arrival.  When he finally did arrive, he was not alone.  Along with him were two beautiful girls, a red head and a raven haired beauty. They each had an arm wrapped in his and she could see by the way they acted, they knew each other quite well.  I should have known, she told herself.  I’ve got to get out of here.  She watched the three of them step onto the elevator and the minute the door closed, she bounded out the door and hailed a taxi to the airport.  She caught the first flight back home.

Linda was quite surprised to see her when she picked up Penny earlier than planned.  It was one time she wasn’t honest with Linda, she was too embarrassed to tell her that their friend was a two-timing jackass, she just told her she hadn’t felt well and decided not to go through with her plans.

She didn’t take any of Oliver’s check-in calls, which had come quite regularly, and after a couple of days, he was beginning to get worried.  He called Linda and asked her if she had seen Marjorie. Linda told him she hadn’t seen her since she picked up Penny after her aborted trip to Miami.

“What trip to Miami?” Oliver asked.

“Oh boy.  I guess I let the cat out of the bag.  Marjorie planned to meet you in Miami but she said she hadn’t felt well and cancelled the trip.”

“I see,” he told her.  “Don’t worry Linda, I won’t let on you let it slip.”

“Thanks, Ollie, I’d hate to think I betrayed a trust.”

Oliver hung up the phone and checked his schedule.  He had two days before he was due in Pittsburgh for his next assignment.  He booked a flight home.  Penny announced his arrival and when Marjorie saw him, she refused to answer the door.  He continued to knock and ring the doorbell until she opened the door

“Get out of here, quit bothering me. I’m not interested in seeing you.”

“What’s going on?  I’ve been trying to reach you and you’re not taking my calls or returning my messages.”

“Think about that, why don’t you?” she replied.

“I have, I’ve done nothing but not think about it.  What the hell happened?”

“Let’s just say I’ve learned something about you and I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Don’t you think I’m due more of an explanation than that.”

“Once upon a time, I would have thought so to, but then I went to Miami and learned differently.”

“You came to Miami.  When?”

“Oh, is it all becoming clear to you now, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  Now start talking before I go find a spoon in your kitchen.”  He laughed thinking that bit of levity might alleviate some of the tension between them.

“You son of a bitch, don’t you try to squirm out of it.”

“Squirm out of what, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I flew to Miami to surprise you.  There I am sitting in the lobby waiting to see the guy I just flew 1500 miles to see but I was the one who was surprised.  You walked into the lobby accompanied by two women, one on each arm.  You were having a good time and I watched as you walked into the elevator with them. I assume you do that in every city you visit.  Why not, a good-looking available guy like you.  I was the one that was the fool, thinking we had something special.”

“Majorie,” he tried to put his arms around her.

“Don’t you touch me.” She pushed him away and Penny jumped into the act to protect her. 

“You’re all wrong.”

“I know what I saw.”

“What you saw, was me escorting two of the player’s wives to their room. There was a team meeting after the game and Jim and Bucky asked if I would see their wives back to the hotel.”

“Give me a break, I am not a moron.”

“What happened to my logicial thinker, you’re acting like a moron.  I think I like that you’re upset though.”  He tried putting his arms around her again.  Once again, she pushed him away, this time he tripped over Penny and fell down.  Penny stood over him and wouldn’t let him up.

“Call off Penny.”

“No, I like you there.”

He reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the floor with him.  “Now we’re eye level and I’m going to explain once again and you’re going to listen.  Do you understand,” he said in a sterner tone.

“Jim Nolan and Bucky Sampson are old teammates of mine.  I know Kelly Nolan and Lynn Sampson.  As a matter of fact, I am godfather to Jim Jr.  So when my mates asked me to escort their wives back to the hotel, I was happy to do so.  If you had stuck around and made your presence known, I could have introduced you.  Instead, you snuck off and sulked and now refuse to believe me.  I thought you knew me better than that, I thought we had something better than that.”

“I thought so too, that’s why I was so upset.”

“Then, why didn’t you speak up that night, or any time that I called over the last two weeks.”

“I’m sorry.  I was angry with you and wasn’t thinking.”

“Marjorie, my job requires me to travel, if we’re going to be a couple, you’re going to have to trust me.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” she told him.

“Okay.”  He kissed her and got to his knees and pulled her up to him.  “Now where is that spoon, because I’m going to wallop your behind for all the worry you’ve put me through the last couple of days.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He pulled her up the rest of the way and hauled her into the kitchen.  He found just what he was looking for in the crock on the counter.  He pulled out a kitchen chair, spread his legs and pulled her over his right knee, holding her in place with his left leg, leaning her forward so he had full access to her ass, and forcing her to brace herself on the floor in order not to topple over.  He pulled up that two sizes too large sweatshirt – she was commando.  How perfect, he thought to himself. 

His large hand completely covered one of her pearly white cheeks, he pinch and squeezed and then moved onto her other cheek.  He watched her squirm - he loved watching those cheeks react to his attention.  He squeezed and rubbed and pinched.

“If you’re going to spank me, get it over with, already.”

“Whatever you say, my lady.”  He landed the first smack squarely over the middle of both cheeks.  He continued to paint her bottom a lovely shade of pink and he could smell her excitement, but he was just getting started.  He pulled the spoon out of his pocket and began pelting her bottom, right, left, up, down.  Watching as the spoon flattened out her cheeks as it landed and then spring back added to his erection.  His pants were becoming uncomfortable but he would have to deal with the discomfort.  She needed more spanking and so he continued to bring down that spoon as her pink cheeks turned red, and redder before he was through.

“There,” he said when he was finished. He dropped the spoon and his hands rubbed over her throbbing cheeks.  His fingers probed her until he found what he was searching for and seconds later, she was experiencing her first orgasm while across his knee.

“There, indeed.”