Monday, February 29, 2016


Hola everyone.  I'm practicing using Spanish in case I have to move to Mexico. For those of you who may not have visited over the weekend, I suggested that if Trump or Cruz wins the presidency, I'm contemplating a move to Mexico.  So far, I think PK may be on board. Anyone else?

I managed to get another part of the story written. It is what it is.  If you want to read from the beginning, click here.

FFE (Fantasy Fun Evermore)

Katrina began getting out silverware and napkins and placed them on the table.  Strain existed between them.  Who were they, were they still Miranda and Martin or were they back to Don and Katrina?  Not knowing how to resolve the issue, she ignored it and continued getting their dinner on the table.  When they were ready to eat, he pulled out her chair.  When her bottom hit the seat, she winced a bit. 

“Bottom sore, Miranda?

“Yes, Martin.  You flamed my ass and me don’t think I’ve ever experienced that feeling before, certainly not as a grown woman.”

“Is it necessary that you use course language.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why can you not use a word like bottom, behind, backside, rump?  Certainly there are many more words that refer to that beautiful part of your body than ass.”

“I’m sorry I upset your sensibilities.”

“I should think that with your bottom still tender, you might not want to taunt your disciplinarian.”

“Is that what you are?”

“I came here as Martin, and I chastised Miranda.  I think it important that we keep to our roles if we are going to have an ongoing arrangement.  If we stick to these roles, it won’t interfere with our relationship at FFE.  Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, I do.  I wondered how that would work.  So, when we meet as Martin and Miranda, I’m your submissive, so to speak.”


“Who makes the rules?”

“I make the rules dependent upon your input.  Once the rules are set, they are what they are.  Any changes have to be renegotiated.”

“And what is your going rate?  I assume it’s not free.”

“I’ve never done this on a one-on-one basis unless I was in a personal relationship with someone, so I have no idea.  I don’t need the money, between FFE and the club, my financial needs are more than met, so why don’t we see how it goes and decide before we finalize our contract.”

“And, when will that be?”

“I suggest we do that before we do this again.  Assuming, you want to do this again.”

Katrina flushed with excitement merely thinking about another spanking.  “By looking at you blush, I have my answer.  By the way, you look lovely when you blush, you take on such a tender, innocent look.”  He didn’t want her to know that the look gave him an erection.  This was not a personal relationship, and he didn’t do casual sex.

“Sounds good.  What does your schedule look like this week?”

They set a time and as he was leaving she pressed $30.00 into his hand.  When he opened his hand and saw, he was angry, and it earned her a hard swat on her backside. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

“I thought the least I could do was pay for dinner.  If you don't believe so, you can take it out on my ass the next time.”  That earned her another hard swat on her tush.

“Good night Miranda before I end up taking you over my knee again.”  She smiled at him and once again that flushed look excited him.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I don’t know Masked Man, but you fanned the flames of a monster that’s been lurking inside of me for quite some time.”

Somehow Katrina got through the weekend.  Every time she thought about the spanking, or inadvertently brushed her ass, or managed to see the one itsy-bitsy bruise mark that remained, she reached for her rabbit. She went through two sets of batteries in two days.

Dreading Monday morning and seeing Don Kostas at FFE had her contemplating calling in sick.  The reason she didn’t, the thought of being called out by Martin, the Masked Man. That idea seemed more intimidating than actual facing Don Kostas.

Monday morning always began with a staff meeting that outlined the work plan for the week.  She took a seat as far removed from Don’s chair as possible.  She tried avoiding eye contact but each time she looked in that direction, his eyes seemed to be boring into her psyche.  When it became Katrina's turn to discuss her plans for the week, it was a disaster. She looked off into space and stuttered and stammered her way through. 

“Well, let’s hope Ms. Lambert that your work week goes much smoother than your presentation this morning,” Don said.

She felt the color creeping up from her toes and thought about his comment about her blushing.  The fact that she remained seated and didn’t jump up and storm out of the room surprised even her.  ‘This was his fault.  How dare he call her out?’

Excuse me, Ms. Lambert, did you say something?”

“OMG, I must have said that last thought aloud.” 

“No, I apologize, my mind was elsewhere.” There was quite a bit of snickering around the room, and Katrina couldn’t wait until this damn meeting was over.  When it was, he cornered her in the hall.

“Katrina, while at work keep your focus on your job, nothing else.  Understood.”

She had the greatest urge to say ‘yes, sir,' where did that come from?  Instead, she shook her head.  “It felt a little strange; I’ll get over it.”

“See that you do.” He said in his Masked Man voice and tone.

“That is so not fair.”

“What are you talking about.”

You’re blurring the lines on me.  That was the Masked Man’s voice and tone, not Don Kostas’.”

He smirked and walked away. 

She called him on his remarks and tone.  It was true, he was having difficulty separating one from the other, much like her.  The whole time he watched her in the meeting, he kept thinking about her being across his knee.  Such a righteous bottom and so wanting and grateful afterward.  ‘Get out of your own head, asshole.’ he said to himself.

Things did get better as the day and week wore on.  By Thursday evening when they planned to meet to talk over their arrangement, they were almost back to their normal behavior and roles at FFE.

They arranged to meet at the club.  Don and the rest of Wink’s employees used a private entrance, and he asked Katrina to ring the bell when she arrived.  He was on the phone when she arrived, and one of the other Dom’s answered the door.  When he wouldn’t allow Katrina entrance, she became belligerent.  She was in full tirade when Martin arrived at the on the scene.

“What’s going on here?”

“He won’t let me in.”

“And you thought acting like a naughty little girl was going to change things.”

His voice and demeanor screamed out that he was in full Dom mode.  She was humbled.

“Now apologize to Derek and we will discuss your behavior in private.”

When she apologized to Derek, he told her that if she were his submissive, she would have found herself bound,  her bottom bared and thoroughly paddled in full view of everyone on the floor.  Katrina was not Miranda at the moment, and she bit her tongue to keep from telling this jackass just what he could do with himself and further embarrassing the Masked Man.

The Masked Man led her to his office and closed and locked the door. 

“Miranda, take off your clothes and stand in that corner until I’m ready for you.”


“You heard what I called you and what I said, now do it.”

“But this is supposed to be a meeting to go over rules.”

“You crossed that line -  you acted like Miranda, and you’re in a BDSM club.  You’re just lucky it’s me and not Derek. Now do what I told you.”

He watched her sputter and although he could almost see the steam coming out of her ears, she obeyed his command. He sat down at his desk and hoped she didn’t notice the huge bulge in his pants.  He had to get himself under control before taking her over his knee.

He pushed his chair back from his desk and called her to him.  She shuffled over toward him, her eyes widening at the sight of a wooden ruler in his hand.  He pulled her over his lap, raising one leg to get her bottom in the best possible position for inflicting his message.  He watched her bottom clench and brought down the ruler with an intensity not usually used in warm-ups. He wanted her to feel the full consequences of her behavior.

SPLAT – the sound of the ruler hitting bare flesh reverberated around the room.

See you next month for more Aimless Ramblings.  Hard to believe, two months of the new year gone with the flick of a page.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Just Wonderin' - Part Two

Another morning up while it's still dark.  Tomorrow, I'll be cursing that it's time to get up. This morning I have commitments but  I'm procrastinating.  You know that story that appears on Monday morning, it's not written yet, so I've decided to answer my own meme instead. 

Are you on Facebook?  Yes.  Two accounts RL and an author account.

If the answer is yes, do you respond to what you consider stupid posts?  Sometimes it is just so stupid, I can’t control myself.

Name one of your favorite bugaboos?  Currently, is our American politics.  I’m thinking of moving to Mexico if Trump or Cruz wins the presidency.

How many FB friends do you have?  I’ve never paid attention but I can’t imagine there are many, unlike my niece who has well over a thousand.  Actually, I just looked and my daughter whose only been on FB for the last six months has surpassed me.

Assuming you have an email account, how often do you check? I have more email accounts that any normal person should have.  I really use three and I check two of them daily, the other weekly and the rest, I can’t even remember.

Do you have more than one email account?  See above.

Do you twitter, or is it tweet?  No, but I have thought about it for the writing thing.  Is it worth it?

Do you have a mobile phone? Yes

Is it a smartphone or one of the old-fashioned kind? Smartphone – dumb operator.

How often do you check for messages, text or otherwise?  If I’ve remembered to take it off airplane mode, I’ll check it when it pings.

Do you get accused of being on the phone or computer too much?  Phone no – computer yes

If so, by who?  Ray, of course.

Would you rather read on an e-reader or an actual book?  E-reader

The title of the last book you read in any genre? The Irish Cottage

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.  Come by tomorrow - there may be a story.

Saturday, February 27, 2016


I woke way too early this morning.  I walk every morning so I'm up by 6:25. I hate getting up in the dark but I do it Monday-Friday, weekends off.   Why is it that on the weekend when I can sleep in my eyes pop open, often way before 6:25 and I can't go back to sleep? So not fair.

Anyway, here I sit, and I've already visited all my favorite blogs, checked FB, played my turn on Scrabble and Words with Friends and I don't feel like writing a story for Monday or working on my latest writing project and it's not even 7:15.   What to do?  Then I started thinking about meme's. They're always fun and this popped into my head.

Are you on Facebook?

If the answer is yes, do you respond to what you consider stupid posts?

Name one of your favorite bugaboos? (person, place or thing that really bothers you)

How many FB friends do you have?

Assuming you have an email account, how often do you check?

Do you have more than one email account?

Do you twitter, or is it tweet?

Do you have a mobile phone?

Is it a smartphone or one of the old-fashioned kind?

How often do you check for messages, text or otherwise?

Do you get accused of being on the phone or computer too much?

If so, by who?

Would you rather read on an e-reader or an actual book?

The title of the last book you read in any genre?

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Beach Chair Anyone?

I now have an escape to a private beach.  Thanks to my great and good friend Minelle and the invitation is open to all of you.
 You have all seen her nude pen and ink drawings but this time she did me a great favor and painted this lovely ocean scene for me.
Thanks so much Minelle

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

Monday, February 22, 2016



Hello everyone.  I haven't been back here since last week - they go so darn fast, I forget but this week I had an excuse.  PK gave me her cold and between, sneezing, hacking and blowing my nose, I just couldn't do any writing.

I finally remembered that tomorrow was Monday and I didn't have a story.  Well, let me tell you, this took a turn I never expected.  Funny how that happens.  I loved some of your suggestions about FFE - the truth is I no longer remember what I had in mind when I wrote the first part of the story. How  about Fantasy for Everyone?  Sound good.

Hope you all had a good week and without further ado.  First part here

Think whatever you want, Don, along with Queen Gertrude and William Shakespeare. This part of the conversation is over.   Oh good, here comes the food,” she said.

Don had that knowing smile on his face that made Katrina want to slap him silly.  ‘What was it about this man that made her react this way.’  She’d have to think about this later, right now she was hungry.

Their conversation for the rest of the evening was normal.  They walked back to the parking garage together and said good night. Just two colleagues who had shared a meal. 

Katrina went home and got ready for bed.  Once in bed, she picked up her latest Harlequin romance and lived vicariously through yet another heroine that was way too big for her britches and would be brought to heel by the big burly hero.  She loved reading these types of  stories and had been doing so for years.  Did she want this in real life? She wanted the fantasy, not the reality and she didn’t know how to separate the two?
Was Don offering her a chance to find out and was she being too obstinate to consider his offer or even truthfully answer his question? “Forget about it,” she told herself.  No way - with a co-worker, especially Don.  She was a newbie and loved her job. “Never sleep where you eat,” was something she’d heard all her life.


One night after reading one of her steamy romances about a BDSM club, she decided to Google if there was one in her area.  She found a website and searched until she found one that didn’t sound too far out and yet was far enough away so that she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew.  Laughing to herself at this last thought, she threw caution to the winds and wrote down an address.

How does one dress for these types of clubs?” Checking some websites, the dress code seemed to be whatever you felt comfortable wearing.  In the end, she chose a lacy black bra and thong, a short flirty skirt with an off the shoulder white blouse and a pair of her highest pumps. 

She’d had a couple of glasses of wine before driving to the club to calm her nerves.  She realized she should have called an UBER but it was too late now.  At the door of the club, there was a bouncer checking ID and once inside, being a first time visitor, had to complete a questionnaire, a consent form and sign a waiver absolving  the club from any lawsuits that could arise from the club’s activities. Being a first time visitor and novice to the scene, an escort was assigned to show her around. She was limited to the first floor as a non-member but there was more than enough activity happening to overwhelm her senses. She took time out to sit at the bar and peruse her surroundings before making any choices.

She was having an involved conversation with the bartender when he stopped and said he had to get back to work,  “boss is coming.” he told her.

Katrina looked over toward the staircase and saw the man coming toward them.  He was dressed  all in black - a fitted turtleneck, slacks that were tailored to showcase his physique and wore a black mask that covered his eyes.  Katrina could feel the waves of authority rolling off him as he approached.

“Good evening, Sir.  What can I get you tonight.” The bartender asked.

“The usual.” He replied and turned to her.

“Good evening, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

Nervous as hell, she managed to stammer out.  “No, this is my first time.”

“I thought so.”

“Do you know all your guests personally?”

“In time, but first timers are usually a little nervous, stick to the bar area and don’t know the protocol for answering questions.”

“I see, and what is the proper protocol for answering questions?”

“Your reply to me should always include a “sir.” Katrina managed to stifle a giggle.

“That will be excused as this is your first visit.  Usually, an infraction of that sort calls for punishment.  That is why you’re here isn’t it?”

“What infraction was that?” Katrina asked cheekily.

“Again, another infraction.”

Katrina, fortified with several glasses of wine before and during this visit, lost her initial nervousness and was becoming more and more irritated with this jackass.

“How can I have an infraction when I don’t even know what you’re talking about?”

“You didn’t listen and I think perhaps you don’t belong here  Let me show you to the door before you encounter someone not as patient as me.”

“I think you’re right.”  Getting up from the barstool  her heel caught in the lower rung and she almost fell to the floor.  The ‘jackass’ managed to hold onto her, preventing the fall, but in the process, her hand accidently moved his mask askew as he attempted to right her. 

“I guess the jig is up,” he said as he fully removed the mask.   “Hello, Katrina.”

There, standing in front of her, was her nemesis  - Don Kostas.

She was tongue-tied and glad for the subdued lighting because she was sure she was as red as a beet.

He looped his arm around her shoulder.  “Let’s go into my office.  I’m sure you have questions.”

She allowed him to guide her to his office.  The office was a room behind the bar and was surprisingly small and bereft of any of the trappings she would have expected.  He sat her on the couch and he took a chair opposite her. 

“Would you care for something to drink, although I think you have had enough alcohol already.”

She looked at him, still not over the shock.  She noted that his air of dominance was not as prevalent as when wearing the mask, but still more so than at FFE.

“So, Katrina.  Why exactly are you here?”


“Me, that can’t be.”

“Yes, you.  This is embarrassing.”

“Come now, not nearly embarrassing as it would be having this conversation at FFE.”

“You’re right about that but that’s what started this whole thing.  I’m a reader of steamy romances and have been for forever.  It all sounds so wonderful in print, but I’m not sure I want fact, just fiction.  The club seemed like a good place to find the answer.”

“And did you?”

“I learned one thing.  I’m not a Sir type of gal. So, I guess this club scene is not what I’m looking for.  I guess, I just want someone to play with me in a real life scenario.”

“I offered you that option and you most definitely turned me down.”

“Yes, but I turned you down as Don Kostas, my colleague at FFE.  If you were to offer me the option as  ‘The Masked Man’ of  ‘Wink’, I might just change my mind.” 

“So, if I were to ask you right now if you want to pursue a spanking relationship with “The Masked Man’ you’d take me up on my offer.”

“I think I would, yes.  But not here.”

“Then where?”

“At my place.”

They arranged a date for the following evening.  Nervous as a cat all day by the time the doorbell rang, she was at a fever pitch.  Opening the door, she welcomed him in.  He was dressed in well-worn jeans that fit him in all the right places and a white button down shirt with sleeves already rolled up.  He carried a duffle bag in one hand and a Chinese carryout sack in the other.

“What should I call you?  I don’t think I want to call you Don, it would seem too weird and I sure don’t want to call you “The Masked Man?”

“How about Martin?  That’s my middle name.  What do you want me to call you, surely not Katrina.”

“No, just pick a name.  I don’t care.”

“Okay, Miranda.  Do you want to eat first or…?

“I don’t think I could eat right now, my stomach is way too jittery. So where do you want me?

“Let’s go over some things first.  You want a real life experience, is that correct?” Miranda shook her head yes.

“Okay, then you’ll need a safe word.  If, at any time, it gets too much you say the word and I’ll stop.  I want to warn you though if I stop, that’s it, so don’t use it unless you are absolutely sure you’re don’t want any more.  Understand.” 

Miranda nodded her assent. 

Martin sat down on the couch and called Miranda to him.  “I want you to lay across my lap.”  She did as he asked and he moved her around until she was comfortable.

“I’m going to begin by warming up your flesh.  These warm-up spanks will be delivered over your panty clad bottom.  Once the real spanking begins, I will remove your panties and you will be getting a bare bottom spanking.  Do you want a lecture as you’re getting spanked?”

“Whatever you think Martin.” 

“We’ll see how it goes.”  Miranda felt the first blow right in the middle of both cheeks.  Before even having a chance to process the first smack, Martin’s hand fell again and again in a staccato fashion peppering both cheeks, upper and lower.  Miranda sucked in her breath and tried reaching back to shield her now heated bottom.  Martin promptly grabbed both of her hands in a vice-like grip and admonished her that wasn’t allowed, ever.  He continued the assault and when she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped long enough to pull down her panties.  The spanks rained down on her now bare bottom and she couldn’t believe how much protection those thin little panties had granted.  Martin’s hand was like a machine, hard and fast he delivered one spank after another.  This hurt much more than she ever imagined, but she didn’t want it to stop either.  She was sure flames were coming off her ass and still the spanks continued.

“Do you think you can behave like a good girl now?”  She shook her head.

He stopped spanking, at least, she thought he had.  Her backside was throbbing. She felt him helping her to stand.

“Do you need to stand in the corner to think about why you were just spanked, Miranda.”

“No.”  When she answered, he pulled up her panties and yoga pants, slapping her bottom when he was finished.  She jumped.

“So what did you think, Miranda?

“I think those books are both over and underrated.”

He laughed and started taking the take-out cartons out of the bag.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Wearing Red???

Happy Mid February to all.  Hope everyone had an enjoyable Valentine's Day and received your heart's desire.  It's still early in the day as I'm setting up this post, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a certain red something. We'll see.

President's Day is a holiday for us here in the good ole USA and a great sale weekend. We're in the market for a bedroom chair and are off as soon as I finish this.  I left the story until Sunday and wasn't even sure if there was going to be one, but the writing fairy appeared and here it is.  The truth is I couldn't figure out how to finish it quickly because Ray is getting antsy, so I've decided to end it, and I'll take it up again next week.


Katrina Lambert joined her co-workers for dinner and drinks that Thursday.  Apparently, it was a weekly thing, and though she passed the first week, she received so much ribbing that she didn’t dare miss it again.

She had recently come to work for FFE as a staff assistant.  The job was wonderful, the best one ever.  It was an employee-owned enterprise, so everyone had a stake in the success. The lower salary was compensated for by company shares and fantastic benefits.   It didn’t even seem like work although everyone there worked hard, giving it their all, all the time.  The weekly get-together was a chance to let loose and FFE footed the tab.  It was a time to let your hair down and let the ideas flow, sometimes enhanced by a little too much imbibing but creative ideas needed an open mind and a receptive audience.  Not to worry, there were always UBER cabs available to take the tipsy to their door.

After Katrina had been working there about two months, one Thursday night her spirit consumption had gone beyond her comfort level.  When she started to leave, a weaving walk to the exit alerted Don Kostas, a fellow worker.

“Katrina, sit down and give me your keys.  I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be driving right now.  I’ll call a UBER for you.”

“No, I’m fine.  I am.”

“No, Katrina, I wouldn’t feel comfortable being on the road with you, so sit down and wait for the UBER.”

“You're silly, Don.  I’m fine.”

“You’re not and we’re not talking about this anymore.  Be a good girl and wait for the UBER.”

Katrina didn’t hand over her keys as Don asked and started, once again, for the door.  This time, Don didn’t hesitate, instead of asking her to sit down, he merely picked her up and brought her back to their booth and sat her down.  Her demeanor had ramped from stubborn to antagonistic.

“I’m not going home in an UBER.  I wouldn’t feel safe.”

“Fine, then.  Sit there until I’m ready to leave, and I’ll take you home.  But you are not to have any more alcohol.”

“Who died and made you my daddy?”

“You did when you had one too many.” He motioned for the waiter and asked for a large glass of water and a cup of coffee.”

“I don’t drink coffee,”  She answered.

“You do tonight.”

“All coffee does is provide a wide-awake drunk,” Katrina said sounding a lot more sober than she appeared.

“Then don’t drink the coffee, but you will drink at least two glasses of water.”

“You know what, Don, you are a pain in my ass.”

“I’d like to give you a pain in your ass.  Your behavior definitely warrants a good spanking.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

This whole table had been listening to this exchange between Don and Katrina.  There were a couple of snickers around the table at Don’s last remark. 

“That’s what my husband does.”  Miranda piped up with after this last statement. 

“What does your husband do?” Asked one of the others.

Miranda blushed.  “Makes me drink two glasses of water, of course.  What did you think I meant?” she said with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, I bet,” another person said.  It started an entirely new conversation about the spanking of adults, both men, and women.  Everyone seemed to have a different opinion, and it wasn’t just gender related.  Some men didn’t agree with ever striking a woman, no matter what while others thought turning a naughty girl over their knee would resolve a lot of issues.  The women seemed to have the same opinions, with some for spanking and others totally against even the thought of it.  After about an hour of the ball bounced back and forth, Don stood up to leave. Sometime during the banter back and forth, Katrina had fallen asleep, and Don touched her shoulder to wake her.

“Time to go, sleepy head.”

“Just let me sleep here.”

“No darlin’, somehow I don’t think Mallery’s allows that sort of thing.”

He pulled her out of the booth and picked her up.  “Why not throw her over your shoulder, Don, fireman’s style and give her a couple of good whacks on the way to the car,” a co-worker said.

“It’s a helluva idea Bob, but I think I’ll save it for another time.”  There was a lot of oohing and aahing from others as he walked out carrying Katrina, princess style.  It looked amusing with her purse dangling from his wrist and a couple of chuckles accompanied the barbs.

By the time Don arrived at Katrina’s house, she was awake and sober enough to walk to her door.  He unlocked it and said good-night.

“What no good-night kiss or threat?”

“You know, you are one cheeky little lady when you let your hair down.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Get inside before I give you the kiss and act on the threat.”

“Chicken,” she called out as she shut the door.

The following morning, Katrina woke with a bad headache.  It was both the alcohol and remembering her conversation with Don Kostas.  She kept chiding herself for drinking too much and carrying on as she did.  How was she ever going to face everyone once she got to the office?

Other than a few sly looks, not a thing was said.  Katrina was relieved and vowed never to over imbibe again.  Enter Don Kostas

He came to her cubby later in the morning.

“How’s your head this morning Katrina.”

“Two aspirins helped.  Thanks for taking me home last night.”

“You’re welcome.  Is there anything else you’d like to say?”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe you’re sorry for being such a brat.”

“I can’t be held responsible for something I may have said or done while under the influence.”

“That is the point.  You were ready to get in your car and drive.”

Although Katrina knew she deserved the lecture, she was getting a little sick of what she considered his overbearing attitude. 

“Fine, Don.  Sorry for upsetting your apple cart.  I get the point now let it drop,” she said in a sarcastic voice.

Katrina put down her head and went back to work.   More than ever now, Don wanted to spank that snarky girl, his hand literally swinging at the air in a spanking motion while walking back to his own cubby. He had a dominant personality, and though it was kept under wraps at work, in his personal life, it was his standard.  He had spanked many a naughty bottom, both for punishment and pleasure and made himself a promise that somehow, someway, Katrina Lambert was going over his knee.

What wasn’t generally known was that Don Kostas was one of the founders of FFE.  Only those who worked for the company from the very beginning were aware of his majority stake, and he liked it that way.  It allowed everyone to act like a fellow worker, and he didn’t get accorded any special treatment.  This was precisely the reason, treading carefully with Katrina Lambert, was necessary no matter his personal feelings.

It had taken a few weeks before Katrina began treating Don the way she did before the incident.  He chalked it up to embarrassment on her part but wasn’t going to let that change his plans.  If the opportunity presented itself, he was bound and determined to take advantage of the chance.

One day, Katrina was working on an issue and needed assistance.  She went to Don because it was his area of expertise.  They worked together on the project until well past everyone else had left for the evening.

“I’m starving, and we can finish up in the morning,” Don told her.

“Yes, I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Want to go over to Mallery’s to get a bite.”

“Sure, thanks for the invite,” Katrina told him.  “I’ll meet you there.  I want to finish up a few things first.”

“I’ll wait.  I don’t like the idea of you being alone in the building.”

“Suit yourself, Don.”  Katrina strolled to her office thinking about whether she was doing the right thing by joining him for dinner.  Did he know of her attraction to him?  She cleaned up her desk and went to the ladies room to freshen up before joining Don in the lobby.

Mallery’s was just a few blocks away, and it was such a beautiful evening, they decided to walk rather than drive.  Walking in, the hostess directed them to their usual table. 

“This place is almost like a second home,” Don said.

“Is it?”

“We’ve been coming here for years.  It too is a family business and has been passed down from Jim Mallery to his daughter, Jenna.  It’s comfortable and close to the office, so most of our business entertaining have always happened here.”

“Yes, it does have a homey feel.  Until I went to work for FFE, I had never been here.”

They settled in a general conversation, and it wasn’t until Katrina ordered her second drink that she saw the look on Don’s face.

“Don’t worry, Don.  We’re having dinner.  The food will absorb the alcohol.  I promise not to get too tipsy.”

“Good thing.  Know though that if you do you’re not driving and if you give me a hard time, I’m going to do what I said I’d do the last time.”

“Seriously, you actually think you would spank me.”

“Not a doubt in my mind,” he replied.   He watched her shift in her seat as he answered.  His mind started wandering and wondered if Katrina was sending him signals he hadn’t picked up on until now.

“Well, I don’t plan on drinking too much, so you’re out of luck.”

“I don’t know; a spanking can be many things.  Have you ever experienced a spanking as a grown woman?”  He studied her eyes and facial expression.

“Of course not, spanking is for naughty children,  not grown men and women.”

“You’d be surprised, Katrina.  Would you like to experience a spanking as a grown woman?”

“Certainly not.”

“As Shakespeare said, or, at least, I think it was Shakespeare, “me thinks the lady doth protest too much.”

So folks, a couple of questions for you in addition to the title of this post. Do you think that Katrina really craves a spanking? What do you think is the full meaning of FFE.  Let me know what you think and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Ella's meme

Thank you Ella for this meme.  

1.  You have to leave your house because of a disaster.  All the people and pets you love are safe.  If you could choose just one item to carry out, what would it be?
              My phone and flash drive.(Okay so there's two, but they're small)

2.  Tell us about a book or series of books you loved as a child.  
                 Nancy Drew Mysteries.

  3.  Name one item of clothing that you love for your spouse to wear. 
                Can't think of one particular item.

4.  Is there a lullaby your mom or dad sang to you that you also sang to your child?
              Don't remember being sung to and as for me I mouth the words to a song on the radio and I'm still told to be quiet.  Does that answer the question?
5.  Tell about the fanciest restaurant at which you have ever dined.
              There are two I can think of, one was in Orange, CA called Chez Cary. They brought a footstool for the ladies and each table had their own waiter throughout the dinner.  The other was The Sultan's Table in The Dunes Hotel in Las Vegas. It was upscale and the thing I remember most is that Cary Grant was sitting in the booth next to ours.  ( I know some of you don't even know Cary Grant)               
6.  Tell us about any phobias you have. What else are you scared of?
         I don't like heights. I'm scared of dying, not death, dying.

7.  Is there something old from a family member that you treasure?
  I'm not really attached to materials things and most of what I've received from old family members, I've already passed on to the next generation.

8.  If there is reading material in your bathroom, what magazines or books could be found?

                  Zip, Zilch, Nada

9.  Tell us about your dearest childhood friend. 

               Her name was Jackie and she lived across from us.  We were always together, then we moved when I was 10 and I only saw her a couple of times after that.

10.  Is there a household task that belongs to your husband?

                 Windows and vacuuming.

11.  Have you ever smoked pot?  How old were you the first time?  Do you still enjoy?
                   Yes, I think I was about 24.  I no longer inhale but have been known to indulge in brownies, etc.

12.  If it is cold, what do you wear to bed?  
13.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?  Share any story with which you are comfortable.

                        22.  When I knew it was inevitable I first made sure I was on the pill. I was a careful girl.  No, it was not Ray.

14.  Think of something you did as a kid about which you were glad your parents never found out.  If you were a perfect child, you may just respond with "Perfect", but the rest of us will hate you for it.

  The list is long. Three stand out, we used to play on train tracks which were quite far from where we lived and we would play chicken with the trains.  Another, there was a house being built close by and we would thwart the construction workers and play and undo things when they left for the day. Another is we lived not far from Doris Dukes estate and we would climb the fence and try to catch a peek of her.


15.  Boob Question - 
Think Goldilocks and the 3 Bears.  
Do you think your boobs are: 
a.)  Too big
b.)  Too small
c.)  Just right

d.)  "All of the above" is not a valid answer.

Wow, my brain hurts from racking it to come up with some of these.  It was a long long time ago in a land far far away.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.