This can't be the last Monday in April already - it just started. One third of 2015 almost gone.
We've been in Texas about a week and it has rained five of those seven days - enough April showers already. I'm getting rust marks, but everything is green as can be. Of course, that's whats not floating by - lots of puddles - the ducks and geese are very happy. Those May flowers should be beautiful.
Your comments indicated you wanted a continuation of The Man in Her Life, so here it is.
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The thoughts she had on the way to the event, evaporated by the time the evening was over. All those people fawning over her and telling her how wonderful she was, negated Michael’s earlier ministrations. The after parties went on to the wee hours of the morning and after each celebratory drink at each successive party, her behavior deteriorated. Even Michael’s warning looks every so often, or his hand resting on her bottom, didn’t work. By the time the limo delivered them back to the hotel, she was in full actress mode. Instead of going to their room, he took her straight to the garage parking lot.
“What are you doing?” she demanded of him.
“We’re going home,” he told her.
“But, I’m so tired.”
“Then close your eyes until we get home, but we are going home.”
“What about my things?”
“Your things are quite safe. One phone call from the great Brenda Stuart to any one of her minions, will get everything packed up and sent to you pronto.”
“Oh Michael you are overreacting.”
“On the contrary, my sweet wife, you are the one who has overreached my boundaries tonight. I will remind you of them when we reach the ranch.”
“Oh” she said and utzed around in the seat.
Driving along the interstate, traffic suddenly slowed and came to a complete halt. The accident ahead looked to be a bad. It must have happened recently because only a police cruiser was on site but Michael could hear the sirens in the background. Several more police cars arrived and started to divert traffic. The officers were visiting each stopped vehicle to try to piece together the cause of the one car accident. When they reached the Stewart’s car, the officer started to question Michael when he recognized Brenda. Once he had taken Michael’s statement, he allowed them get out of line and directed them around the accident scene.
“I appreciate your help and will call if we need anything further. I’m going to allow you to get on your way – if others become aware of Brenda Stewart here at the scene, I’m afraid it will only cause more chaos right now,” the officer told them.
“Thank you, officer,” and another officer escorted their car through the myriad of vehicles that now surrounded the scene.
“See, sometimes being famous works in our favor,” Brenda told him.
“It’s not the fame I take issue with Brenda. It does have its advantages, but know damn good and well I don’t give a hoot about the fame or the money. You are my only concern and when you start believing and acting like Brenda Stewart, famous actress, it’s my job to rein you in.”
Brenda didn’t say another word. He pulled up to the front door, got out of the car and came around to open her door and helped her out.
“Always the gentleman even when he’s about to spank me silly,” he heard her say.
He smirked and told her he would meet her inside. “Of that I have no doubt,” she answered.
Michael parked the car in its usual spot and came in the back door. He picked up the paddle plaque from its hook by the door and went to their bedroom. She was in the bathroom removing her make-up when she saw him come into the room.
“Michael, do we have to do this tonight? I’m so tired.”
“I understand if you want to wait til morning. I’m not a total bastard but I’m not likely to forget your behavior overnight either, if that’s what you’re expecting.”
“Thank you and I’m sorry.”
“You always are, after the factor, my dear. Now get undressed and get into bed and we have a date in the morning.” He kissed her and tucked her in before leaving the room. Too wound up to sleep yet, he walked outside to enjoy what was left of the darkness. Already a twinge of dawn crept over the foothills obscuring the usual blanket of stars as he thought over the night’s events and what an interesting life they led.
Brenda woke and noticed that Michael wasn’t in bed, nor had he been. She woke with a tremendous headache and realized she had forgotten to take some aspirin before going to bed. She took two aspirin and creeped down the hall. Michael was asleep on the couch in his office. She threw an afghan over him and went back to bed. The next thing she knew, Michael was sitting on the bed with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
“You probably need this,” he told her.
“You know I do. Why didn’t you come to bed?”
“I walked outside for a while and could hear you snoring. I decided I’d get more sleep on the couch.”
“I don’t snore,” she told him.
“Okay, you don’t snore, you just make loud noises.” He reached over a gave her a kiss.
“How can you be so sweet one minute and so mean the next?”
“Maybe I should ask how you can be my sweet wife one minute and Brenda Stewart, the bitch actress the next.”
“You know I don’t mean it, I get caught up in the moment.”
“As usual, I gave you plenty of warnings. You ignored them all. Drink up your coffee, go wash the sleep out of your eyes and when you’re finished, go stand in your corner and think about how different things could have been this morning.”
“Shit, I hate standing in the corner.”
“I know you do. I hate how you acted and you can think about how you disrespected me and others while you’re standing there.”
She stomped off and he took her cup back to the kitchen. When he returned to the bedroom she was standing in the corner. He could see the defiance but the longer he left her there, the more she would soften. When she finally let go, the tears would start to flow and they could get on with the rest of her reminder. Until then, he made himself busy doing other things.
‘Lord, I hate standing in the corner. It makes me feel like such a child. Why do I put up with this? The hell with him’ she turned around and he gave her the stare.
“Do I have to come over there, or are you going to turn back?” he asked her. He watched her head swivel back into the corner.
‘Damn him, why can’t he leave. Better yet, why can’t he just spank me and get this over with. He’s going to spank me anyway, why does he make me go through this humiliation. Whoever heard of a grown woman standing in the corner?’ She fumed.
He watched her shifting from leg to leg. “Stand up straight and put your hands on your head,” he told her. “You’re still a little too defiant.”
She wanted to tell him to go screw himself, but knew that would only result in not only more corner time but he would think of some other chastisement as well. “I want this over,” she said to herself. She began to think over the events of the night before and knew just when it started to turn bad. He asked her to slow down on the champagne, it was a long night and she turned and walked away from him. It was all downhill after that. She was only glad that he was a gentleman and didn’t go all neandrathal on her right then and there. He merely gave her warning looks and patted her behind which she continued to ignore. ‘I deserve what I have coming to me. He loves me to pieces and always has my best interests at heart. He puts up with a lot of crap due to my career; the least I can do is respect his wishes. I’m the luckiest girl alive to have him as my husband.’
Michael watched her body language and knew the tears would start falling at any moment. He walked over to her, pulled down her arms and rubbed her shoulders. He turned her around and hugged her.
“I’m so sorry, Michael. I love you.”
“I know, baby, I know.” He led her over to the bed, sat down and pulled her across his lap.
“Are you ready?” He asked as he placed his hand across her bare behind. It never ceased to amaze him that this one little act could stir him so quickly. Her submission humbled him – here she was a world famous actress who could have anybody and anything she wanted in the world and she not only chose him; but allowed him to take her over his knee and punish her when he thought it necessary. She wiggled around and brought him back to reality. He smacked her right in the center of her beautiful white bottom, he heard her whoosh of breath and began to spank her as she deserved. Her now pink globes jiggled with each slap of his hand.
“Michael, I’m so sorry. Can this be over?”
“Not yet, baby. I don’t want to be back here anytime soon.” He stopped spanking long enough to pick up the paddle. “This is where you always turn back into Brenda Stewart my wife – as it says on the paddle. It is the perfect attitude adjuster.” He began laying into her ass and the color quickly changed from pink to red. When he achieved what he considered the perfect shade of red, he put down the paddle. Hearing her sigh, his hand finished the spanking with five hard smacks on each cheek, and ten smacks to her sit spots. Brenda flailed about and he knew she would feel his love each time she sat for an hour or so. Holding her in place, his hand resting on her punished bottom, he bent his head kissed each reddened cheek.
“It’s over baby.” Brenda stirred, stood up and sat on his lap, careful not to have her tush rest on his thighs. She nestled into his shoulder and whispered. “Thank you for loving me, I just wish you didn’t love me so much sometimes.”
“Is that so?” he responded and gave her a kiss she felt down to her toes, her punished bottom aside.