Wednesday, December 31, 2014


Happy New Year.  At least it's almost New Years here.  Of course, for some of you the calendar has already turned.  We're back from our visit to California. What a great time but time moves entirely too fast. It seemed as if we just arrived when it was time to leave. Although it was terrific to be there and I hated to leave, it's good to be home.  Lots of food, fun, and lack of sleep begins to take a toll on this old lady.  I refuse to get on the scale until Friday, my usual weigh-in day to see what kind of damage has been wreaked.  We were always busy but exercise wasn't always a priority and those cookies, candies and adults beverages add up and usually equate to poundage.  I wouldn't have changed it for the world.

My grandsons are turning into grand men - luckily for all of us our youngest is a lovable guy and still gives great hugs and doesn't mind getting them either.  Hope that never changes.  The oldest is now taller than me and is a teenager in every sense of the word and is driving our daughter crazy. Our son-in-law copes very well.  I guess he's more used to being around teenagers as he is a high school principal and used to surliness.  lol

They are happily settled in their new digs and their life is as busy as ever. Almost every single minute of every day is scheduled with some kind of chore or activity.  My daughter goes all out for Christmas and I don't think there was one single place that didn't have some kind of Christmassy item on display. She has always been a good cook and always trying new recipes and this time was no exception.  She made this potato dish that was out of this world. I thought I died and went to heaven.  Calorie laden, of course, but that's what made it good.  Then, her niece made this sweet potato casserole that could  be dessert.  Friday is not going to be good.

Ray and I loved being by the water and it was as beautiful as ever. Mostly sunny, but chilly and nighttimes downright cold. On the day after Christmas, daughter joined us for breakfast at the wharf and then went off to brave the after Christmas crowds.  Ray sat on the bluff enjoying a cigar while I walked to an area called Pleasure Point and watched the hardy souls trying to catch a wave.  It was a beautiful afternoon.  We were able to spend another day with all but the oldest grandson at Half Moon Bay on Sunday.  SIL was the only one who had been there before and he said we caught the one sunny day - glad we did, it was perfect as long as the sun shone, once it started it's slide toward the water, it got downright cold.

That's my recap of the week.  I tried keeping abreast of all of you, but didn't have much computer time.  Now it's back to work because I don't have a story for next Monday yet.
I hope you all have a very happy and safe new year's eve and that the year is filled with all you desire.

See you all later for more Aimless Ramblings. Hoping for some fireworks which were pushed on the back burner for the whole week.  No rosy red cheeks of any kind.

Monday, December 29, 2014

The New Year's Eve Date

Guess What!!!  I messed up and this is Monday's story - a day early so please don't expect another new one tomorrow.  Sorry for the mix up.

Hope your Christmas was as special as you are and that Santa delivered whatever was on your list.  

Well, I did it.  I actually finished writing a New Year story for this week.  I'm still in California but I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.  I'll be back on Wednesday to wish all of you a Happy New Year, bet you can't wait.  :-)

Marilyn was getting ready for her date.  She had been dating Brandon since last summer and things were getting serious between them.  Actually, she was a little disappointed that he hadn’t given her a ring for Christmas.  Now she was hoping for New Year’s Eve.  He made dinner reservations at Capricio Grill and their NYE party.  Rather than worrying about too much to drink on a night the police are out in force, he booked a room for the night so they could party hearty and be safe. 

She had splurged and bought a completely new outfit and lingerie for the date.  Her black silk dress was understated elegance and designed by Marc Richmond.  Of course, she could never have afforded the dress brand new but the upscale resale boutique she found made it affordable.  It looked as if it were made especially for her -  the lines fit her figure perfectly .  Add to that the ‘fuck me’ sandals along with the sexy bra, undies, garter belt and hose and her NYE get up set her budget back to June.  Her thought was that it better be worth it.  She wanted to begin the new year with one of Brandon’s good girl spankings with his ring on her finger.

Brandon was a catch and she wanted him reeled in for good.  He was gorgeous and her heart palpitated just looking at him.  Six feet of toned muscles, wavy black hair, olive complexion and hooded steel grey eyes that melted any female within five feet of his presence.  She knew because it had taken her several dates before she even felt comfortable being with him; the stares and come on’s from other women made her a little uncomfortable.  Once, he finally convinced her that she was the one he wanted to be with things got easier.  Of course, he had to take her over his knee and soundly spank her bottom before she was convinced.  That spanking took their relationship to a whole new level.

She had never experienced that kind of intimacy before.  Sure, she had been with other men but when Brandon spanked her because she didn’t feel she was good enough for him, she realized he understood her in a whole new way.  It was when she started to fall in love with him – before that it was lust.

He was a throwback to an earlier time; he had old world manners in a modern new world.  So different from anyone else she had ever dated, she felt like a princess when she was with Brandon. He treated her well, opening car doors, pulling out chairs, standing when she entered a room, always make her feel special.  Perhaps it was his background, his parents had immigrated to this country when they were very young and raised their children with lots of love and respect for themselves and others. Rarely did an unkind word or foul language pass his lips – something she learned over his knee.  

Spanking was something he learned from his parents too. He and his siblings knew that their father spanked their mother – the one holdover from an earlier time that took her by surprise.  When they first started to get serious, Brandon laid down the ground rules as to what he expected from her if she was going to be with him. 

Marilyn and Brandon engaged in lots of erotic spanking in their lovemaking.  She loved being taken over his knee. He would beckon her to him, crooking his finger and motioning her to his lap.  His voice took on a certain timbre when he called her name and her knees would turn to jelly.  He was such a sensual man.  He would scoop her onto his lap and start by caressing her back and bottom. Soft feathery touches along her neck and her breasts as his hot breath whispered into her ear telling her what he planned for her.   Those words always sent shivers to her core, knowing that mixture of pleasure and pain as his hand spanked her cheeks to a rosy red glow. He would alter the cadence of the spanks between soft and hard, right to left, or concentrate on one cheek, and then the other and her body would rise to meet that punishing hand.  Loving the heat he created in her tush and her core, she would be writhing on his lap, her body begging for release, but he still continued to torture her.  Those long tapered fingers teased her sex, dipping them into her folds, and then into her tight little rosebud, bringing her to the brink and then retreating to return to spanking her bottom.  More often than not, her first orgasm occurred while she was still across his lap.  His rock hard erection would grow as he pleasured her and with each little moan she uttered, his cock twitched. When he finally took her he would call out her name as he spilled his seed; and she liked knowing she made him as crazy as he made her.

However, when he spanked her for correction, it was an entirely different story.  His hand hardened and the spanks came fast and furious with no breaks, no rubbing, so soft words; just a constant barrage of spanks that would take her breath away – no pleasure, just pain. Afterward, as she stood in the corner, with her red cheeks glowing and bared to him, he would tell her to think about why she earned her chastisement and make her ask for forgiveness.  If she refused, which she had done a time or two in the beginning of their relationship, back over his knee she would go for another round of spanking and then back to the corner until she asked for forgiveness.

She was ready when the doorbell rang.  Opening the door, she stood back so he could see her dress.

“Wow, you look fabulous.  Are you sure you want to go out with me?”

“You know you are the only man for me.”

“Can I reach in and kiss you without mussing you up,”

She giggled.  “You better.”

She grabbed her coat and he helped her into it, picked up her overnight bag, and ushered her out the door. 

 “You do look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.  I wanted tonight to be special.”

“When I’m with you, it is always special,” he told her.

They checked into the hotel and went into dinner.  The ambiance was romantic and the food wonderful.  She was too excited to eat though.  Every time he made a move, she wondered if this was when he was going to ask that all important question.  By the time dinner was over and he hadn’t asked, she found herself getting a little irritated.

“Would you like to go up to the room for a bit before we head to the party?”

She nodded yes and he walked her toward the elevator. As he placed his hand on her back, she felt the heat of it and she detected a slight tremble.  Maybe he’s going to ask me in our room, she thought to herself.  

He didn’t and she was disappointed and felt that irritation creeping back in. It was her own expectations that had her thinking he was going to pop the question.  He hadn’t given her any clues but she was ready and would be sorely disappointed if it didn’t happen tonight.

The party was a mob scene filled with revelers eagerly waiting for the clock to strike twelve.  The band was loud and dancing turned into a contact sport.  As the minutes inched toward midnight she felt her temperature rise and her patience begin to ebb. She was angry at herself because there was no way he could possibly propose in this raucous setting and tried getting herself in check.  As midnight struck, they kissed and he whispered that he loved her and was so glad she was in his life.  Her expectations rose again – this had to be the lead in to his proposal.

Shortly after midnight, he suggested they call it a night. Marilyn was more than ready, this had to be it, she thought to herself.  He held her close and she cuddled into him as the elevator delivered them to their floor.  In the room, he removed his jacket, loosened his tie, rolled up his shirt sleeves and called her to him.  He slipped down the shoulder straps and unzipped the dress, sliding it down her torso.  It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it.  Standing there, in her sexy lingerie, he asked her to turn around – so he could see all of her.  As she turned back into his arms, his hand undid her bra and unleashed her breasts, her kissed each one and then undid her garter belt and thumbed her panties down.  He pushed her into the chair, pulled off her panties, removed her shoes and slowly rolled down each stocking.  She was trembling as he carried her over to the bed and lay her down.  He removed his clothes, sat down and pulled her over his lap and their ritual began. She was purring when it was over.

“Happy New Year, Sweetie.  May it be the first of many.”  He walked over to his jacket and pulled out a box and handed it to her.  It was too big for a ring box and the disappointment must have shown on her face. She kept staring at the box

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” he said to her
She kept staring at it and finally began removing the ribbon.  She carefully removed the paper and opened the lid.  Inside was an envelope.  She opened the envelope and found this note.
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife to have, to hold and to spank for the rest of our lives? “  Brandon watched her eyes go wide in surprise before a tear gathered in the corner threatening to spill over.  “I take it the answer is yes.”

“You’re damn right the answer is yes and it’s about time.”                                                        

“Watch your language now, you know how I feel about cursing and remember to what you just agreed.”  He laughed and gave her bottom a sharp spank.

She yelled “Ouch.  I love you and I accept your proposal.  Do I get a ring?” He laughed again.

“You are such a brat.”  He opened his other hand, and there sitting in the palm of his hand was a sparkling solitare diamond. “Maybe I should withhold this until I get the proper respect.”

“Just try” and she put out her left hand, palm down and offered her finger.  He put the ring on her finger, kissed that sassy mouth and cupped those rosy red cheeks. She squealed her delight.

“Happy New Year”

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Greetings


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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Christmas Angel

Happy Christmas Eve.

This is different than my usual stories in that it contains no spanking whatsoever.  It is just a sweet story.  Hope you enjoy.

The Christmas Angel

Her thin blue-veined trembling hands placed the angel gently in its place at the top of the small tree. It had seen better days but to Agnes it was still as bright and fresh as the day she and her John placed it atop their first tree. When it was just right, she sat down in her rocker and closed her eyes.

In her dreams, she was a young girl walking down the street carrying gifts for her family when a young man bumped into her causing the packages to fly up in the air and land every which way.  He was so apologetic as he helped retrieve her packages and expressed his hope that nothing was broken.  By way of a deeper apology, he invited her to share a hot chocolate with him at the café on the corner.  She accepted and he helped carry her packages and set them down at a sidewalk table.  Agnes couldn’t help but notice how cute he was.  He had to be about her age with reddish blond curly hair, cornflower blue eyes and smattering of freckles.  He was wearing one of those slouch caps that were so popular at the time and when he removed it, his curls escaped giving him a cherubic look. His smile showed the whitest teeth ever and when he spoke his voice was so melodic she never wanted to stop listening to him talk.    

They sat there for hours, her listening to his captivating lilt and him staring at the most beautiful girl in the world. The snowflakes that dropped from the sky, settled on her eyelashes, giving an extra twinkle to her eyes and when she smiled at him, he knew she had been sent from heaven; she was his Christmas Angel.

It was time to go, but neither of them wanted to leave the café and break the magic they shared. She invited him to spend Christmas Eve with her and her family.  He told her as much as would love that, it was only his Mam at home and he could not leave her alone on Christmas Eve.  Agnes extended the invitation again and included his mother.

The Cochrane house was bursting at the seams when John and his mother arrived.  Besides Agnes, there was Rose, Billy, Tommy, Catherine and Sean, along with their spouses and their children, Uncle John and Aunt Sarah, and Agnes’ mother Lily and dad, Shamus. They were a loud boisterous bunch with each one trying to be heard over the other but when Agnes introduced John and his mother, all activity stopped.  Agnes had never brought anyone home before.  All eyes focused on John and the sparks that flew from John to Agnes did not go unnoticed by anyone in that room, causing Shamus to remark that by next Christmas, he had a feeling his little Agnes would have a new name. Agnes’ cheeks burned with embarrassment but John merely went to her,  took her hand in his and brought it to his lips.  A chorus of oh’s and ah’s spread around the room.


Shamus’ prediction came to pass in July of that next year. When Christmas rolled around, she and John were shopping for presents when John spotted the tree topper.  It was an angel with golden hair and white gossamer wings.  Although way out of their price range, he told Agnes they had to have because it reminded him of her and what he thought the day they met, that she was his Christmas Angel.

Year after year, decade after decade, the Christmas Angel was carefully packed away to be brought out to stand atop their tree.  Every year, it was the last decoration to go on the tree and as soon as it was perched in its place, their little ones would clamor to plug in the lights and watch the tree glow and come alive with the Angel watching over all of them. The children would beg to have their daddy tell the story of how the Christmas Angel came to be.

Agnes woke, startled by the sound of Christmas Carols, somewhere down the hall.  For a moment she wasn’t sure where she was but when she looked at the tree and saw the Christmas Angel, she knew she was safe and John was near. She felt his arm around her as he whispered “Merry Christmas, my Angel.”

She was soon surrounded by her family, they came from far and near, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren alike to be with her this Christmas.  It was the first time without her beloved John and they knew it would be a difficult one for all.  As each of them came to offer a Christmas kiss, the Angel seemed to throw off a special glow until the room was filled with a white light and the Christmas Angel glowed brightest of all as beautiful as it was those many years ago.

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Christmas Memories

I think today is the first day of winter.  When I lived in colder climes I always hated and loved this day.  Hated because I didn't like the cold and the snow, loved because after this day, the daylight hours stopped getting shorter and started increasing  Granted, it was only by about a minute of day but I was happy.

We're leaving for California today to spend Christmas with family and will be gone about ten days. I've set this and other posts up ahead of time and assume Blogger won't let me down.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza and whatever else it may be I hope it's happy and that you are with family and friends.  A special thanks to all our military personnel who are not able to spend this holiday with their loved ones, you are in my thoughts and prayers and I appreciate your sacrifice and that of your family.


We were getting down the Christmas ornaments from the attic.  As usual, I was distracted; I suffer from the Shiny Penny syndrome, and saw an old photo album. The older I get, the more nostalgic I get around the holidays, and I couldn’t help myself. It flipped open to pictures of my brother and I when we were about 5 and 6 years old.  It must have been around Christmas because I can see the tree reflected in the mirror and my mother in the background.  You can see her look of surprise because this was in the day of old photo flash bulbs, and that burst of light startled you if you weren’t ready.

Seeing the look on my mother’s face in the photo reminded me of another time I saw that look. I must have been around 8 years old and was just on the cusp of not believing in Santa Claus. You know how it is, you want to believe, but you know it’s more of a fantasy than a reality.  I kept this to myself because my brother was still a firm believer, and I didn’t want to spoil it for him.

The Friday after Thanksgiving, my mother, bless her heart, would always make us sit down and write out our Christmas list.  She would post is on the refrigerator and next to it was a paper with each of our names posted on the top, and the days until Christmas on a column down the left-hand side of the paper.  There were columns running down the length of the paper and across the top, she named our chores and the last column was named behavior.  Each day, she would mark off our completed chores and place either a star or a black X in the behavior column. It was supposed to serve as a reminder that if we didn’t behave, Santa would not be visiting our house come Christmas Day.

This particular Christmas as I was testing the waters of there being no Santa; I didn’t do very well with my chores and had many black X’s on my sheet.  My parents kept reminding me there weren’t very many days until Christmas and if things didn’t change, Santa wouldn’t be bringing me of the items on my list. 

“There isn’t any Santa Claus,” I proclaimed after one of these threats. Since my brother was within earshot, I received a stern look from my father who warned me to watch my tongue. I remember huffing and puffing and receiving a swat on my backside for the behavior.

“You are going to be one surprised little boy come Christmas morning.” I heard my mother say as I walked from the room.

Apparently, they decided to make me a believer, even if it was the last year I would truly even consider the idea of the reality of Santa Claus.   My parents really played it well, on Christmas Eve, long after my brother and I were in bed; our dad dressed as Santa, visited our house.  He made enough noise to wake us. As we tip-toed down the stairs, there was Santa putting presents around the tree.  In the dim lights of the Christmas tree, he looked very real to me.  My brother and I quickly scampered back upstairs to bed.  Thinking of how naughty I had been, I couldn’t get back to sleep because I was really afraid I wouldn’t be getting any of the presents I so desperately wanted.  I don’t know how long I laid there, but I started hearing this noise.  After a time, I couldn’t ignore it anymore, so I tiptoed back downstairs.  Imagine my surprise, when I saw Santa sitting on the couch with my mother draped over his knee.  He had her skirt tossed up, and her panties down and was giving her a spanking.  I stood there unable to move.  I must have made some kind of noise because suddenly I noticed two startled faces staring at me. I ran upstairs, climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head and cried.  If Santa was spanking my mom, I knew there would be no Christmas presents for me.

The next morning, my brother was up with the sun and trying to drag me out of bed to get downstairs.  He finally gave up and went down without me.  Shortly thereafter, my mother came upstairs; she pulled back the covers and took me in her arms and hugged me.

“What’s wrong sweetie.”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Last night I saw you getting a spanking from Santa Claus.  Momma, you’re always good so if he spanked you; I know I didn’t get any Christmas presents.”

“Maybe you should read this note Santa left for you.”

“Santa left me a note.  Will you read it to me Momma?”

She began to read:  Dear Evan,  I know you don’t believe I’m real, but I am.  I wasn’t going to leave you any presents because you haven’t been a good boy.  Your Momma convinced me you would try harder and volunteered to take a spanking on your behalf so you could have some presents.  Your momma loves you that much so you better behave, or I’ll have to come back and this time you will be the one to get the spanking.
Thank you for the milk and cookies and the reindeer thank you for their treats,
                                                                                        Merry Christmas, Santa

I remember apologizing to my mother as she accompanied me downstairs to find my gifts. Thinking back it did give me another year of boyhood because I did believe in Santa that morning.  By the following Christmas though I was a total non-believer - no self-respecting nine year old still believed in Santa Claus.

I was closing up the album when my wife called out to me. “What are you doing up there Evan?  I’m standing down here waiting.”

“Here I come, dear.”

I carried the boxes downstairs and began telling my wife about finding the photo album and how I just couldn’t resist looking at the pictures that awakened so many memories. She laughed as we reminisced about our own Christmas tradition. It started the first year I dressed up as Santa Claus for our own children when I told her my story. Thereafter, every year, once the children were settled in for the night, I would give her a bare bottom Christmas spanking before the Santa suit was retired for another year.  We did make one change though, we moved to our bedroom and locked the door.

Our kids and their kids were coming home for Christmas this year.  The whole family hadn’t all been together in years and my wife, and I decided I should reprise my role as Santa Claus for the grand kids.  We rummaged through all the Christmas boxes and found the Santa suit.

 It was quite a few years since I last donned the suit.  I tried it on and although the suit still fit let’s just say I didn’t need padding anymore. I was starting to buckle the belt when Wendy began teasing me about my paunch.

“You shouldn’t tease Santa Claus, little girl, you might get coal in your stocking?”

She laughed and asked me if I needed help poking holes in the belt to make it fit.  I whipped it off and waved it at her in a menacing manner.  She laughed at me again and this time I whipped her butt with Santa’s big black plastic belt.  Wendy and I were both laughing hard as I chased her around the room flailing that ridiculous belt.  Finally, breathless and collapsing from laughter, I managed to pull down her jeans and take her over my knee and spanked her bare behind.  One thing led to another and we made love in  our usual Christmas tradition. Once again, the Santa suit had once again worked its magic.

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Friday, December 19, 2014



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Today at sundown begins the Jewish Festival of Lights, so to all that celebrate this eight day commemoration, I wish you.

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Monday, December 15, 2014

A Family Christmas

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS - 10 days.  Are you ready?  I must admit as I've gotten older Christmas is much easier, not as much fun though.  Christmas really is something when there's little children to make it extra special.  Now that our grands are older, some of the magic has dissipated.  I still remember that first Christmas our daughter understood about presents and the look on her face when she saw all those presents. Then came those years when you ran around trying to find the latest gift she saw on television. I especially remember a Simple Simon Game and a Chatty Cathy doll. My mother finally landed the Simple Simon game in Florida.  She spent less time playing with it than it did for us to find it - always the way isn't it? I'll have to ask her if she remembers, probably not   Enough of a trek down memory lane.

BTW - Happy Birthday PK.  Hope Nick gives you the spanking you deserve.

Here's this week's story.  A little early but seasonal.

Tis the season to be jolly, that’s what she kept telling herself.  Three weeks before Christmas and she was already stressed to the max.  She had usually completed her  shopping by this time of the season but this year she had just begun. It was because she had to buy presents for Kyle’s whole family. 

Kyle informed her they were going to his family’s home in New Hampshire for the holidays. It had been years since she’d seen any of his family.  Since then she and Kyle divorced, remarried, divorced and then remarried each other.  She could just imagine the jibes she would receive from his family, and wasn’t sure she would be up to them for the three days, they would be imprisoned in that mausoleum of a house.  Her only hope was for good weather, so they could at least get outside a little.  New Hampshire was the kind of place one visited in the summer, and even then New Hampshire summers weren’t exactly what she considered summer. Kyle brought her home to meet his parents the summer they met, and she damn near froze to death. 

Anyway, his whole family was gathering this year, and Kyle said they were going, and he didn’t want to hear any grief about it.  He said he spent enough holidays with her dysfunctional family, and she owed him.  She couldn’t disagree, but he shouldn’t have burdened her with purchasing gifts for all of them.  He should be out here with her but no; he's at a sales conference in Hawaii while she’s running ragged trying to find gifts for people she didn’t necessarily like.

Kyle came from a very prominent family; his ancestors came over on the Mayflower.  They were all pretty snooty, and she knew she was not his mother’s favorite choice for her precious son.  Mathilde Hawthorne probably celebrated when she, and Kyle divorced and cried when they remarried.  Kyle was not his family though, and so she would be on her best behavior for the time they were there.  She might have to take Zanax, or smoke some pot, but she would be nice.  She would do it for Kyle.          


When Kyle came home from the sales conference, Megan had most of the gifts bought, wrapped and ready to be shipped.  She was sending them ahead of time by FED EX rather than deal with them at the airport. She only had to buy something for her mother-in-law, and she wanted Kyle to help with this gift. 

“Honey, do you have any idea what you want to buy for your mother?”

“Not a clue.”

“You’re a big help.  How about a Pandora bracelet?”

“What the hell is a Pandora bracelet?”

“It’s sort of like a charm bracelet.  It’ll be expensive, but it is something your mother might enjoy.  We could always add more charms for her birthday, Mother’s Day, next Christmas.”

“Fine. We’ll go shopping on Saturday, and you can show me what you’re talking about.  Right now, I want to spend some time with my wife.  I’ve been gone all week, and I’ve missed you. Let’s go upstairs and play some adult games.”

“Last one up is a rotten egg.” She ran past him and pinched his ass on the way.  She heard him laugh and say, “paybacks are a bitch” as she ran up the stairs. He could hear the door close and lock.  He knew her so well.  He knew if he didn’t go up right away, she would start to get curious and would eventually come to the door, unlock it and sneak a peek.  He quietly waited outside the door and soon saw the shadows under the door moving closer.  The minute she cracked the door open, he pushed her in and pulled her into his arms.

“Are you locking me out of our bedroom.”

“Would I do that?” she asked him all innocent.  

He took her over to the bed and laid her across his lap.  He loved looking at those porcelain globes and loved watching his slaps turning that white flesh a blushing pink.  He watched her squirm and carry on as if he was killing her when he knew she loved every moment.  He could see her juices glistening down her thigh, and his fingers started to invade all open cavities.  She was wriggling, her body literally vibrating when she moaned and called out his name.  He took her then, and they came together.

Kyle loved their marriage this time around.  The first time they were both too young and didn’t realize that marriage took work.  They divorced and he immediately jumped into a relationship and married.  It was a disaster and he soon divorced his second wife.  He made a vow he would not get married again.  Megan married again to and although her second marriage lasted longer than Kyle’s, it too ended in divorce.

As luck would have it, they ran into each other at a gallery opening.  The spark was still there, and they began dating again.  After five months, Kyle broke his vow and asked Megan to marry him again.  She agreed.  This time the marriage was filled with understanding, love, fun and great sex.  A lot of that had to do with spanking.  Megan wanted him to spank her the first time around.  After a couple of failed attempts, Megan gave up.  Kyle was brought up knowing that striking a woman was not acceptable and no matter how much Megan tried to convince him otherwise; it didn’t work.  It was not the only reason the first time around marriage didn’t work, but he was determined if she was still interested,  he would give it a try. 

Megan was still interested and currently spanking was very much a part of their sex life. It wasn’t just Megan that enjoyed it now.  He loved it too.  He might not spank her every time they made love, but he noticed that when he did, their level of enjoyment was increased exponentially.


The next Saturday they headed to the mall, and Megan showed him the Pandora bracelet. It was more than he wanted to spend but agreed it was a good idea and after all, it was his mother, and they could afford to splurge once in a while.  After leaving the jewelry store the walked the mall and came upon a shop selling sex toys.  They perused the items, purchased some and decided to go home and sample their new products. 

That very afternoon, they played with the ben wah balls and Kyle spanked her with the new leather paddle.  They were laughing and having a good time when he remarked that his parents would probably benefit from some of these toys.  Megan agreed and giggled picturing Mathilde getting spanked by Henry.

The next week, Megan was at the mall again and the sex shop called her name.  She remembered what Kyle said and knew what she was going to do.  She was going to buy a paddle and a vibrator.  She would wrap them as gifts to Henry and Mathilde as if they were from each other.  She could  imagine the looks on their faces when they opened the presents.  It would make the three-day  stay in New Hampshire bearable just thinking about that, and she giggled as she made the purchases.

She didn’t dare tell Kyle her plan, just proceeded to wrap the presents and put them with the others.  She had to put it out of her mind because otherwise she was sure to tell.  She’d tell him after the fact.  Actually she wouldn’t have to because she knew Kyle would immediately know who was responsible.


They arrived in New Hampshire on Christmas Eve Day.  As much as she hated to admit it, it was picture perfect. The mausoleum, as she called it, sat on a rocky point overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. A fresh layer of pristine snow covered the ground; icicles of all sizes hung from everywhere, frosted windows and white lights sparkling in the bare branched trees, made it look like a fairyland.

After dinner, the children were sent to bed to dream their dreams and await Santa’s arrival. The Hawthorne carried out their family tradition of the adults opening their gifts on Christmas Eve with Christmas morning reserved for Santa’s present.  All The adults gathered in the living room warmed by the fireplace that provided a soft glow to the room with the only other light coming from the huge Christmas tree 

Once everyone settled in, Henry began doling out the gifts. When he got to the one addressed to Mathilde from him, he looked perplexed.  Megan had to look off for fear she would give herself away.  When all the presents were handed out, they each took turns. One of the first gifts Mathilde opened was the Pandora bracelet.

“Oh Kyle this is lovely.  Thank you so much.  How did you ever know I’ve wanted one?"

“You’re welcome Mother. However, I didn’t think of it; it was all Megan’s idea.” 

“Oh,” she said.  “Thank you Megan.” She may have said the right words, but the tone and attitude didn’t match.  Just you wait, Mathilde.  She couldn’t wait now; she knew it was naughty but just once Megan wanted to see Mathilde squirm.

She didn’t have to wait much longer because the next gift she opened was from Henry.

“This is from my darling husband” she announced as she opened the vibrator.  For a moment, she didn’t know what it was and began examining the box.  Everyone else was snickering, and Henry was red in the face.

“Darling, that isn’t from me.” Henry piped up.  Mathilde was speechless and practically threw the item down on the floor and quickly covered it with the discarded wrapping paper.  “Next” she called out. 

Kyle, who had been holding Megan’s hand, squeezed it hard.  In that instant, she knew he knew and the look he gave her was a mixture of mirth, and “you’re in so much trouble” she almost giggled. 

It was almost anti-climatic by the time Henry opened his supposed gift from Mathilde.  The leather paddle was beautiful leather, embossed with a rose and a card attached that read, ‘guaranteed to provide rosy cheeks. At first, everyone maintained their usual staid demeanor until Kyle’s brother-in-law couldn’t hold on any more and laughed out loud. Soon, everyone, except Mathilde and Henry, were hysterical. 

Henry and Mathilde had the last laugh though.  When they were ready to retire for the evening and said good-night to the younger generation still imbibing adult beverages, her last words to Henry were,  “Be sure to bring our new toys with you and check to see if batteries are needed.”  This set off another round of laughter, and Megan couldn’t remember ever having such a fun Christmas Eve.

Kyle made sure that Megan received her very own rosy cheeks that evening, she loved every minute of it.

 A little promo here for The Star Crossed Cowboy, if you haven't already done so, why not put it on your Christmas Wish List?  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

Friday, December 12, 2014

And That's When the Fight Started.

Some of these are hysterical, some old and some new.  Hope they give you a good laugh.  This time of year it is usually needed.

The Unreasonable Mother-in-law
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a
Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's when the fight started....

The Unreasonable Wife

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionairewhile we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'
'No,' she answered. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started....

The Humour-less Wife
I took my wife to a restaurant.
The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."
And that's when the fight started....

The Mis-informed Wife

My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and
she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at
a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend.... I understand he took to drinking right after
we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since.”
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
And that's when the fight started....

The Dangerous Wife

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me
that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to
take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer.. Always something
more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,
busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched
silently for a short time and then went into the house.. I was gone only
a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said,
"When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

The Lazy Wife

My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Dust."
And that's when the fight started...

The Humourless Husband

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and
slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van,
and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was
blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio,
and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into
the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.. I cuddled up
to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered,
"The weather out there is terrible."
My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that?"
And that's when the fight started....

The well rounded Wife

My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.

 "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.”
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And that's when the fight started....

The Soft Husband

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply.
The clerk asked me for my driver's License to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.
I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and
come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and
she processed my Social Security application..
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office...
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten
disability, too.'
And that's when the fight started....

The Masochistic Husband

My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, "I feel horrible; I
look old, fat and ugly.
I really need you to pay me a compliment.'
I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."
And that's when the fight started.

Have a good weekend and stop by my other blog tomorrow for another snippet from The Star Crossed Cowboy.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblngs.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Red Roses for a Blue Lady

Does anyone beside me remember that Bobby Vinton hit?  Or Bobby Vinton for that matter.  I guess I'm dating myself. 

I've managed to come up with a couple of new stories this week, first time in a while I'm actually a week ahead of the game.  All that thinking must have addled my brain because I can't think of a thing to write now.  So without further ado, here's this week's story. 

Jack Hawkins ordered a dozen long-stemmed red roses be delivered to Jill by the end of the day.  He hoped it would make up for disappointing her yet again. If the roses got there before he did perhaps she would take the news that they couldn’t go away this weekend a little better. He had been promising this weekend for months, but his group was working a project that needed completion yesterday.  They kept running into problems, and another one popped up today canceling his weekend off. 

When he pulled into the driveway, he noticed her car wasn’t in the garage.  He wasn’t concerned; she could be shopping or late getting home herself.  He walked into the kitchen and called out.  No response.  He looked around for a note, then remembered the flowers.  He went to the front door and there was the note from the florist stating they had tried to deliver.  He checked his phone, no messages.  He dialed her cell phone, and the message went straight to voicemail.  He fixed himself a drink and was about to sit down and give her another thirty minutes or so, when he felt his phone vibrating.  It was a text message saying she’d be late getting home, but he would love the reason.

Feeling relieved, he called the florist and asked for redeliver, rang their local Italian eatery and ordered their favorite dinners for delivery, then sat down and enjoyed his drink.  The doorbell rang and it was the florist, glad they arrived before Jill did.  He removed the card and just left them on the counter in the kitchen where she would see them. 

The garage door opened, and he went to greet Jill.  She was loaded with packages.

“You’re going to love what I found for this week…” She never even finished the sentence when she spotted the roses.

“We’re not going, are we?”

“I’m sorry, honey; we ran into a problem, and I have to work this weekend.”  He tried to hug her, and she walked away from him. He knew how bad she wanted this weekend; he wanted it too.  He left her alone while she processed her disappointment.  He poured her a glass of wine and went to sit.  It wasn’t long before she joined him.  She came in, sat in his lap and cuddled into him.

“I know you can’t help it, but I so wanted this weekend for us.”

“I know, Babe, and it will happen, I just can’t tell you when.”

She kissed him and said she would go start dinner.  “No need, I called Noni's, and they should be here soon. “

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Babe.”

The food came and after dinner, she decided she would treat him to a modeling show of the items she purchased for their weekend together.  She left him sitting in his chair as she retreated into the bedroom. 

Her first outfit was a red wrap dress in a clingy material that hugged her breasts, flared just below the waist and swished when she walked.  She strolled past him and as she started to retreat, she ‘accidentally’ pulled aside the front, so he could see the garter belt and thigh-high hose she wore.  He readjusted his position on his chair.

The next time she came out, she had on what appeared to be a beach cover-up and beneath it a red bikini.  As she provocatively removed the cover up, he smiled knowing that she would never have the courage to wear that anywhere but in the safety of their hotel room, but he loved that she did it for him, but damn she looked good.  Maybe with a little encouragement I might be able to get her to wear that in the light of day, he thought to himself.

His pants were getting tighter by the minute as she strolled into the room and back to the bedroom.  Her next outfit was a French maid’s costume.  Little frilly apron, garter belt and hose, fuck me black heels, a little cap, holding what looked like a riding crop.  He almost dropped his jaw as she paraded by him dragging the crop across his lap as she passed and looked over her shoulder and crooked her finger in a come with me move.  He damn near fell trying to get out of his chair to follow her.

He tried to take her in his arms, and she scooted just beyond him. 

“Did you like the fashion show?” she asked.

“You know I did, come here and see how much.”

“No, it’s okay.  I can see.”  He tried reaching for her again, and once more she scooted just beyond his reach.

“Why do you keep moving away?”

“It’s kind of like our getaway weekend, isn’t it; always out of reach.”

“You’re not going to pull that card, are you?”

“I merely want you to want to have something to look forward to also.”

“Does that mean I can’t touch you until we go away?”

“Of course not.  You just can’t have me tonight.”

“You know that’s not part of our agreement.”

“I know that.”

“You know that’s a spankable offense.”

“Yes, it is, it also would be a punishment spanking, and we don’t do sex after punishment, so you still won’t get what you want.” 

“But I make the rules.”

“But I can withdraw my consent.”

“You win this round, I guess I’ll go take a cold shower.”

“Good idea.”

While he showered, she removed her French maid’s outfit and put the rest of her clothing away.  She knew she had proven her point this evening, and even though he may not have a final say in whether or not he worked a weekend, he had some say.  If the weekend was important to him, she was sure he could have worked out something.  Now, he too, had a reason to want to take a weekend away.

She pulled down the bedcovers and crawled in.  She was laying there reading when Jack walked into the bedroom, the towel wrapped low around his hips, his wet hair hanging down, little water beads covering his chest.  She wanted to jump his bones, he looked so damn good.  Jill pretended she was deep into her Kindle and not paying any attention to him; he noticed she was faking and when he turned, he purposely dropped the towel, so she had a full view of his ass in the mirror, and his cock was almost in her face. The cold shower had not done much to alleviate his problem.  He watched her squirm in bed and laughed to himself. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was experiencing a problem.

Jack finally climbed into bed, Jill reached over and kissed him good night.  She heard his breathing change, and soon the snores began.  She reached over to her nightstand drawer and pulled out her rabbit.  She was in the midst of enjoyment when suddenly the light turned on, and she was caught – red handed- so to speak.

“Oh no you don’t.  If I don’t get any relief, neither do you.  He jerked the vibrator out of her hand and heaved it across the room.  His next move removed the covers from her, and he hauled her over his knee, pulled up her nightie and spanked her ass.  He started slowly, rubbing and kneading, and her own heat level rose.  The spanks came harder, and harder, and then he stopped to lecture her. Jill hated being lectured, and she tried rolling away from him.  He pulled her in closer, pinned her down and really started spanking in earnest.  He covered every inch of her behind, sit spots and thighs; he was almost through because his hand hurt, and he knew her beautiful butt had to; it was practically glowing, and he could feel the heat.  He finally felt her let go, and he stopped.  He let her lay there until she started to move, then he righted her and pulled her to him.

He kissed her hair and ran his hands up and down her back, while she cuddled to him. He whispered against her ear “Neither one of us got what we wanted tonight, did we?”

“Speak for yourself.” She whispered back.  He pulled his head back and laughed.

“That may be Babe, but my ass won’t be sore in the morning.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.