Wednesday, June 29, 2016


I finally returned home Monday night after the absolute best vacation.  It's hard to get back to real life after such a good time.  You know by now who the other cohorts were and some of them have already told you how grand a time we had.  It definitely exceeded my expectations.

I know you all expect to hear tales of drink and debauchery (haha) but we are ladies that span four decades between us - so although the mind might be willing, the body often sends out warning signals. There is no age limit to tongue wagging though and we wore ours out. We talked, ate, swam (actually no swimming involved, just bobbing in the warm waters of the gulf). Some of us took daily naps while others wished they had. The beach beckoned early each morning. We breakfasted along the wharf and then trudged over to the beach where we tanned our bodies and bared our souls, sharing long kept secrets. 

The food was wonderful and non-fattening, (You believe that don't you?)  the drinks colorful and icy and the conversation always spicy. 

Ella, Meredith and Terps were wonderful additions to our threesome of last year and we blended together like six peas in a pod. The four days went by all too soon. I think we ended with the theme Same Time Next Year although I'm not sure we could ever replicate what we enjoyed - it might be better or worse but it will never be the same.

A stingy collapsing fly swatter, decorated spatulas to make you think they won't hurt and a damn wooden paddle were among some of the gifts.  I know spanking is the theme here but really - don't you think our guys already have enough implements in their arsenal.  I loved the cocktail napkins, the beautifully photographed note cards - things that don't leave an impression except in the heart were wonderful.  I've worn the bracelet every day since reminding me of the 'special time' not that I'm likely to forget anytime soon.  The thought that went into each and every gift makes them even more appreciated (except for the hurtful things).  Thank you one and all.  

Some took some great pictures - I wasn't one of them but I can tell you we began each morning with breakfast at the Salt Cracker and ended each evening with a walk along the esplanade with a stop for ice cream before retiring to a rousing game of cards taught to us by our illustrious PK.  She won, but then she made up the rules as she went along.

Four days flew by and Friday came all too soon but we have lasting memories and I have peeling skin because Jimmy Buffet's Margueritaville suncreen sucked.  

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Pulling up Stakes


Okay, Okay.  So maybe it's lame but I did take the time to get the post up.  After all, I am still on vacation.  Sorry,no refunds available.

Marcus Ware was a law enforcement officer that had moved to Grosvner from Texas.  He had retired as a Texas Ranger and was now working with the Humboldt County Sherriff’s Office in their IT Department.  He was originally from the surrounding area and wanted to get back to a simpler life.  He had no wife or children to tie him to Texas, so when he heard about the opportunity in HCSD, he took it.

Marcus and Mary Beth saw each other almost some part of every day, as neighbors and friends.  When he invited her to the Harvest Moon Dance, she wasn’t sure if it was a real date.

“How am I supposed to think of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Surely, you can’t be that dense.  Are you asking me as a neighbor/friend or as a date?”

“I’m asking you as a date. I’ve hesitated until now because I didn’t want to create any Hatfield vs. Mc Coy issues if we don’t work out.  Unless I’m getting the wrong signal, I don’t see that as an issue, do you?

“No, I was wondering how long it was going to take you.  I was getting a bludgeon ready.”

He laughed and said, “Girl, you and I are definitely going to have some issues, but I know how to problem solve.”

He was right he did know how to problem solve, so when the issue arose he took matters into his very capable hands.  Mary Beth was a strong independent woman and had been living life on her terms for so long she didn’t know any other way.  Along came Marcus Ware and he was determined to show her a different way.

It started the very first day they met.  His words didn’t mean much at the time, just a statement, but over the course of the next few weeks, Mary Beth began to fit together bits and pieces of conversation and the night of their first date, she learned first hand just how dominating Marcus could be.

He told her he would get off at 6:00 and to be ready to go by 7:00 so they could grab a bite to eat before the dance.  Her first mistake that night was that she wasn’t ready by 7:00.  When he arrived, she was only half ready and as he walked the floor waiting for her, he became more and more agitated.  It was a horrible day at work and he’d missed lunch and was as hungry as a bear.  He was not an agreeable fellow when he as hungry.

“Hurry up Mary Beth.  I’m starving.”  He yelled up to her.

“Don’t you want to be the envy of every guy there?”

“I’m already going to be the envy of every guy there.  I’ve heard all about you.”

“What have you heard about me?”

“When you get down here and we’re in the car, I’ll tell you all about it  Until then, get your ass down here.  I’m hungry.”

“I promise I’ll be worth the wait.”

“Mary Beth, I swear if you don’t get down here in the next two minutes, I’m coming up there.”

“And you think that’s going to help me get ready faster.”

“I don’t know about that, but I do know that if I have to come up there, I’m going to put you across my knee.”

“Did I just hear you right?”

“I don’t know what did you hear?”

“That you were going to spank me.”

“You heard correctly.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Honey, I outweigh you by at least 75 to 100 lbs and am a foot bigger.  There would be no trying, there just would be.”

“Not without a fight.”

“Even more fun and I’ll still win.”  He started up the stairs and the minute Mary Beth heard his footsteps she came to the head of the stairs.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

One look at her and he told her to go do something about the dress.  “What’s wrong with the dress?”

“For one thing, I think you forgot part of it.  You’re practically hanging out of the top, and it’s much too short.”

“Marcus Ware, this is the dress I’m wearing.”

“Then go put on a sweater.”  She laughed and called him an old fuddy duddy and walked right passed him and continued down the stairs.

He grabbed her on the way by and turned her around to march her right back up the stairs.  “Go get a shawl or something to cover up. I don’t want every eye in the place oogling your attributes.”

“They’re boobs, Marcus.”

“I know what they are, and I don’t want them to be the focal point of the evening.” This time, he gave her behind a good swat.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“That’s a warning shot.”  She stood there.  “I’m waiting, Missy.”

“Well, you’re going to wait a good long time because I’m not covering up this dress.  I paid good money for it, and I expect it to be seen as it was meant to be.”

“You can wear that dress anytime we’re alone, but you’re not wearing out in public when you’re with me.  Now either change, cover up or end up over my knee.”

“There’s another option,” she told him.

“Do tell.”

“You can go to the dance by yourself because I’m going to wear this dress to the dance.” 

He had a feeling he was losing this battle, but he was determined. He took hold of her and pushed the dress up and was shocked by the sight of her bare bottom staring at him.  ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself.  He smacked her bottom several times.

“You were going to wear this dress out in public with no panties.  It’s so short that every time you moved, someone would be able to see everything.  There is no way I will ever allow any girl of mine to show her wares like that.”

“Since when did I become your girl?”

“Since I said so,” and he smacked her a few more times.  He let her go, turned her around, kissed her hard and pushed her back up the stairs.

To his astonishment, she went back up the stairs.

He waited and waited and when she didn’t come down, he went up to check on her. Instead of Mary Beth he found a note.

“For an ex-Texas Ranger, you’re not very observant.  I went down the back stairs. Should I save a dance for you?”

He laughed.  “What a gal.”  He went back downstairs, got in his car and went to the local drive through for food, then went back home.

He sat on the porch waiting for Miss Rossi to return. When she did, she was going to learn a lesson in manners.  He couldn’t wait to teach the course – he knew it would take than one lesson.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Six Travelin' Ladies

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CHEESH - that was close.  Six ladies hoofing it down six flight of stairs at 2:00 AM. It was touch and go for a while.  I can't wait to tell you the whole story.  

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

It Happened



Monday, June 20, 2016

Puling up Stakes

Hope you enjoy the first part of this story.  I'm on vacation and I only hope I have time to finish the story for next week.

MaryBeth was on her hands and knees working in her garden when she heard a commotion out front.  She looked up to see a moving truck pulling into the driveway. She was hot and sweaty and covered in dirt, but they had the wrong address an before they started unloading she wanted them to know.

“Hey guys,” she called out.  “You have the wrong address, this is my driveway, and I have all the stuff I need thank you very much.  You better check your manifest.”

“Look, lady, I’m only the driver.” 

“Mister, you do what you want, but anything you unload is going to have to be reloaded because I’m not accepting anything, but suit yourself.”  She went back to her gardening.

She didn’t want to be bothered anymore so she put on her tunes and the sounds of drowned out the world and she was in her own private place.  She finished gardened and went in to take a shower. Mary Beth was only beginning to enjoy the hot steamy water sluice down her body when she heard a pounding on her door.  Deciding to ignore it, she went on enjoying the blissful feel of the water as it cleaned her body and soul.  After finishing the shower and going downstairs, she checked the door.  When she opened it, she was floored.  Her driveway was filled with furniture and boxes.

She must have said what the hell out loud because a response of “yeah, my thoughts exactly” penetrated her brain.  Coming from around the back of her house was this gorgeous guy.  He had to be at least six foot something, and he had this authoritative air about him that made her suck in a breath. 

“Do you know anything about this?” he demanded more than asked.

“I know it’s not mine.  I tried to tell them that, but obviously, I was ignored.”

“Why did you let them continue?” His voice reminded her of her dad’s when she was in trouble. No way was she going to allow him to make her responsible for what obviously a major screw-up.

“Mister, I’m sorry I don’t know your name. But I’m not to blame, and I don’t like be yelled at by someone I don’t even know.  I told them to check the manifest and that I wasn’t accepting anything and went back to minding my own business.  What happened after that is none of my concern.”

Suddenly realizing he was acting like a jackass of the first magnitude, he apologized.

“I’m sorry.  I’m Marcus Ware. Forgive my rudeness. I bought the place next door and obviously the moving company mixed up the address.”

“Wow, I didn’t even realize the Jenkins’ had sold the place.”

“I have the deed to prove it.” 

“I do not doubt your word just surprised that’s all.  I’m Mary Beth Rossi.”

“I don’t mean to be a complete jackass, but I’ve got to get this straightened out and get this stuff inside. Can I use your phone to make a call?  There’s something wrong with me cell and I can’t seem to get a signal.”

“Sure, come on in the house.  Cell phone service around here leaves a lot to be desired.  It’s the geography – deep in the valley and too many trees.”

“Gotcha, I really appreciate this, and I’m sorry for being such a boor in the beginning. It is so frustrating.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Maybe I could take you and your husband out to dinner as an apology.”

“Not necessary, but it’s only me- no husband.  At least, not any more.”

“Sorry, does that call for congratulations or commiserations?”

“A little of both, I guess.  Too young married and too old to change.”

“You or him?”


“Well, Mary Beth, assuming I can get this stuff taken care of my dinnertime, would you have dinner with me.”

“Sure.”  Marcus Ware was one fine specimen of a man.  His brown hair could use a trim, but it was kinda cute the way he kept running his fingers through it as he talked. She wasn’t sure if it was a nervous habit or he wasn’t used to it falling onto his face.  Mary Beth realized she didn’t even know if there as a Mrs. Marcus Ware.  It was something she best find out before she made a complete fool of herself.

His voice kept getting louder the longer he spoke, and she realized he didn't have much success in getting the issue resolved.  He hung up the phone and was cursing to himself.

“No luck huh?”

“They can’t have anybody out until tomorrow.  That doesn’t help me tonight, and it’s supposed to rain.”

“How about if I call a few of my pals and see if they can come over. If the garage is empty, maybe we can get it all in there.  What do you think?”

“I hate putting you out, but I really do need the help?”

Mary Beth had grown up in Grovesner, and there weren't many people she didn’t know. One call to Billy Joe and they were set.

“Billy Joe and his crew will be here in about thirty minutes.  Why don’t we go check out the garage and start hauling in what we can?  I have a dolly out on the back porch.”

“I’m going to owe you more than a dinner, Mary Beth.”

“Yeah, you are.  I promised the guys you were springing for pizza and beer afterward.”

He laughed.  “That’s a lot of presumption, isn’t it?”

“Was I wrong?”

“No, but usually it’s the guy who makes those kinds of decisions.”

“Maybe in your world,” she answered with a giggle.

 The garage was practically empty and what was in the way was moved to the side.  Marcus told Mary Beth he bought the house and the contents but he’d have to go through the stuff before deciding what to keep and what to toss or donate.  Most of the boxes were loaded onto the dolly and stacked in the garage so that only the bigger items were left when Billy Joe and his crew arrived.

After a quick handshake all around, the guys started hauling the stuff inside.  They were carrying in the last item when the rain started.  Everyone ran for the cover of Mary Beth’s porch as the rain began coming down in sheets.

“I have coke and water, anyone interested?”

“I remember being lured here under the pretense of pizza and beer afterward,” Bobby said. “Was I mistaken?”

“No, I learned Ms. Rossi made that commitment without my knowledge.  We’re going to have a discussion about that later.”  He gave Mary Beth one of his best smiles and his eyes twinkled on the last syllable. 

“Oooohh sounds serious,” Billy Joe said.


Marcus Ware was a law enforcement officer that had moved to Grosvner from Texas.  He had retired as a Texas Ranger and was now working with the Humboldt County Sherriff’s Office in their IT Department.  He was originally from the surrounding area and wanted to get back to a simpler life.  He had no wife or children to tie him to Texas, so when he heard about the opportunity in HCSD, he took it.

Marcus and Mary Beth saw each other almost some part of every day, as neighbors and friends.  When he invited her to the Harvest Moon Dance, she wasn’t sure if it was a real date.

“How am I supposed to think of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Surely, you can’t be that dense.  Are you asking me as a neighbor/friend or as a date?”

“I’m asking you as a date. I’ve hesitated until now because I didn’t want to create any Hatfield vs. Mc Coy issues if we don’t work out.  Unless I’m getting the wrong signal, I don’t see that as an issue, do you?

“No, I was wondering how long it was going to take you.  I was getting a bludgeon ready.”

He laughed and said, “Girl, you and I are definitely going to have some issues, but I know how to problem solve.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day


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Wednesday, June 15, 2016


You can laugh if you'd like, but trust me, these are so very true.

1. You can say Hohokam and no one thinks you're making it up.
2.You no longer associate rivers or bridges with water.
3.You know that a "swamp cooler" is not a happy hour drink.
4.You can contemplate a high temperature of 120 degrees as "not all that bad, after all it's a dry heat."
5.You know that you can make sun tea outside faster than instant tea in your microwave.
6.You have to run your air conditioner in the middle of winter so that you can use your fireplace.
7.The water coming from the "cold" tap is hotter than that from the hot" tap.
8.You can correctly pronounce the following words: "Saguaro", "Tempe", "Gila Bend", "San Xavier del Bac", "Canyon de Chelly", "Mogollon Rim", "Cholla", and "Tlaquepacque", "Ajo".
9.It's noon on a weekday in July, kids are on summer vacation, and not one single person is moving on the streets.
10.Hot air balloons can't fly because the air outside is hotter than the air inside.
11.You buy salsa by the gallon.
12.Your Christmas decorations include a half a yard of sand and 100 paper bags.
13.You think someone driving while wearing oven mitts is clever.
14.Most of the restaurants in your town have the first name "El" or "Los."
15.You think six tons of crushed rock makes a beautiful yard.
16.You can say 115 degrees without fainting.
17.Vehicles with open windows have the right-of-way in the summer.
18.People break out coats when the temperature drops below 70.
19.You discover, in July, it only takes two fingers to drive your car.
20.The pool can be warmer than you are.
21.You realize Valley Fever isn't a disco dance.
22.People with black cars or have black upholstery in their car are automatically assumed to be from out-of-state or nuts.
23.You know better than to get into a car/truck with leather seats if you're wearing shorts.
24.Announcements for Fourth of July events always end with "in case of monsoon..."
25.You have to explain to out-of-staters why there is no daylight savings time
26.You can say "haboob" without giggling.

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Monday, June 13, 2016

What You Don't Know

Before we get to this week's story, I would like to take a moment to send prayers and loving thoughts to the people effected by the tragedy in Orlando. My heart goes out to them.

Middle of June - already.  I suspect that school has been dismissed in many places here in the US and there are teachers screaming in relief and mothers screaming in desperation. Such is life.  

Vacation here starts in just a couple of day and I'm bursting with anticipation.  I'll tell you all about it soon.

Allison and Rick walked hand in hand into the restaurant.  They were a lovely couple, both tall and toned and heads turned in their direction as they entered.  As they got closer to their assigned table, Rick unclasped his hand and placed his hand on the small of her back.  He felt her body tense.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked as he patted her back and kept moving them forward.

Russ and Rosemary were already seated when they arrived at the booth. Russ stood as they approached and Rosemary scooted over allowing room for Allison to slide into the middle.  Rick watched a small grimace on Allison’s face as she noted the wooden booth and bent to slide in.  She winced as her bottom barely touched the seat; he watched her maneuver gingerly while sliding to the middle. 

Russ McKinnon was an important client of Hastings and Hastings, and Rick wanted to be sure this evening went off as planned. In addition to being a client, they had also been friends dating back to college.  Both he and Allison were very fond of Russ.

The last time they got together, it was a disaster. Rosemary McKinnon could be a class A bitch but she was Russ’s wife and as such should be treated with kid gloves.  Allison couldn’t stand her and the last time they had dinner, Allison had done everything but flat out call her a bitch.  There would be none of that tonight, Rick’s belt had seen to that. As an extra added reminder, he inserted a butt plug into her already tender ass right before leaving the house.  If she behaved, he would let her remove the plug halfway through dinner.  If not, she’d be sitting on it all evening, and he would replace the plug with the real thing when they got home.  Allison wasn’t necessarily a fan of anal sex – especially when he used it as punishment.

Rosemary greeted them like long lost friends and Allison sweetly smiled and told them how good it was to see them again.  The server came around to take their drink order, and Allison ordered an Absolute Vodka Martini.  Rick’s arm was behind Allison and as the drinks arrived he casually slid his arm down to rest on her back. He would be ready to give her a warning pat on the fanny if things became tense. 

“Don’t drink too quickly, darling,” Russ said to his wife as she guzzled her first drink.

“I’m not a child, Russ. I know how much I can and cannot drink.”

“I know sweetheart, but you’re on that medication, and you shouldn’t be drinking at all.”

“Fuck off.”

You could feel Russ’ embarrassment.  “Men can be such pains in the ass, can’t they?” Rosemary asked Allison.  Allison merely smiled and took a sip of her drink.  Rick was glad he had given Allison a pre-emptive spanking.  That and the plug should keep reminding her to be on her best behavior.

They were halfway through dinner when Rosemary began poking at Russ.  Little jabs here, sharp barbs there - it was what had set Allison off the last time.  It was making her very uncomfortable, and she began wiggling around in her seat.

“What’s the matter, Allison? The way you're squirming around you’d think you had ants in your pants.” 

“This conversation is making me a little uncomfortable.”

Rick whispered to her to be careful.

“We’re fine.  Aren’t we Russ?” Rosemary said.

“If you say so, dear.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to mean.”

Allison and Rick watched the two of them as if it were a tennis match with the ball  lobbed back and forth between them.  Rick could feel the tension rising in Allison. He supposed the effects of his belt was wearing off but hoped the butt plug was enough of a reminder.
He tried engaging her in quiet conversation while the McKinnons continued their verbal sparring.

Finally, Allison asked to be excused.  Rick slid out of the booth allowing her exit.  He patted her butt as she slid past as a reminder.  When Rosemary decided she wanted to go to the restroom too, Allison lost it.

“I’m going to the restroom to get away from you two bickering.  I really have no need to use the facilities but if you do, go ahead.  I’ll stay here,”  Allison told Rosemary.

“Well, listen to Miss Sweetness and Light, would you?”  Rick watched the color rising to Allison’s cheeks – there was trouble ahead.

Allison turned toward Russ and Rosemary.  “Thank you for an interesting evening.  I’m leaving now before it gets even more interesting.  The next time you think of inviting me, please don’t.  If you’re staying Rick, I’ll call a cab and see you at home.”

She walked toward the exit and slipped her phone out of her purse to call a cab.  That’s when she felt a hand on her elbow.  Without turning because she expected it to be Rick, she said that she knew he was disappointed in her behavior.

“Not at all.  I apologize you felt uncomfortable, won’t you change your mind and come back and join us?”

“Russ, I’ve known you since college, and I say this with the utmost sincerity, your wife is a bitch.  I got a belt spanking tonight to be on good behavior, and it almost worked.  But Rosemary just keeps pushing and even though  I’m probably going to get another spanking when Rick gets home, it’s okay because it will be the last one I get because of your wife.”

“Rick disciplines you,” he said with incredulity.

“Yes, and maybe it’s something you should try.  It can’t get any worse.”

By then, Rick was standing next to Russ. 

“That’s enough, darling,” he said to Allison, shook hands with Russ and they left together.

“I’m sorry, Rick.  I couldn’t take anymore, and whatever punishment you have in mind, it will be well worth it not to have to put up with her again.”


Knowing that Allison expected punishment for her outburst earlier in the evening, it wasn’t what Rick had in mind.  When they arrived home he told her to go to the bedroom and undress; he would be there shortly.  He knew she would be stewing in anticipation, but he had something else planned. 

Opening the bedroom door, he was surprised to see her standing in the corner.  ‘God, she was lovely,’ he thought as he walked up to her.  He took her hand and led her over to the bed.

“Lay face down, I want to remove the plug.”  She was surprised at the softness of both his tone and touch. He spread her ass cheeks and gently removed the plug.  He gently caressed her ass and noted there were still faint stripe marks from earlier – there might even be a telltale bruise.  He made a mental note of being less vigorous the next time.  He never meant to hurt her, only impart a lesson.

He continued caressing her bottom, and he felt her body relaxing into his hand.  When he smacked her bottom her thought was ‘here it comes’ but she was wrong.  The slaps continued but never the punishing spanks he could deliver.  These were loving spanks that had just enough sting but no residual pain.  She loved this kind of spanking and wished there were more of them.  Too soon he stopped and left the bed.  Not knowing what was coming next, she remained exactly as he left her. When he returned. He separated her ass cheeks, and she felt the touch of warm lube on his fingers exploring her deepest, darkest hole. 

Her pleasurable moans told him she was ready to accept what he was offering.  He nudged his engorged rod inside, little by little until she had all of him.  Their bodies rose and fell in unison until finally there was nothing but exploding stars.


The next day he had a text message from Russ McKinnon.  It read, ‘Hey buddy, we’ve got to talk.’  Rick smiled.


Wednesday, June 8, 2016


...and you thought school was over.  Guess again. This is one of those interactive posts.  You fill in the answers and I'll let you know how close you come to the correct answer.  

Once upon a time ______ladies decided to go on vacation together.  They came from all parts of the United States from __________to___________and gathered in___________. We all hoped our friends from ____________ and _____________could come too. Maybe next time

Some of them knew each other in real life before this gathering, for others it would be a first time meeting.  Do you know who is who?  

All met on the___________and all had something in common, their love of__________. 

You would think getting _________ladies to agree on a place  would be difficult.  It was very clear someone had to take charge.  _____________stepped up to the plate and the place was settled, now it was down to picking a date.  

______________were the dates decided and although there were no formal invitations, each participant contributed names to the list and the call went forth.  Some of those included ____________ and __________.  If after the first call went forth,  anybody wanted to change their minds and join in, they were_____________but had to make their own __________________because _____________was done.  

Now, with the dates bearing down on these ladies, there were other questions arising.
Would everyone  get along in person the way we do ___ ________?  Would some of us be too opinionated? _______ and who likely would that be?_____________  Would we all agree on a place for ____________, _____________? Would anyone be a bathroom hog and if so,  who would that likely be_____________?

When we departed to return to our real lives, would we still be friends?____________

Assuming the answer to the last question is yes, do you think you would like to join us if we had another of these get togethers next year__________?  ___________suggested a cruise and________thought that was a great idea.  How about you?

Please join in the game - I'd love see the answers and maybe, just maybe there might be a prize for the person whose answers come closest to the truth.  I'll be the judge.  I can hear the laughter now.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 6, 2016

By Gone Era

This is an important date in the history books and I didn't want it to slip by w/o a mention.
Hope you enjoy this little short story.

By Gone Era

Every June 6th, Gramma would drag out the old, timeworn album and peruse the pictures.  They were yellowed with age and had that sepia tone look to them.  When we were younger, she would make the first ice cream of the summer season, and we would sit there on the porch, eating ice cream and listening to her stories as we looked at the faded pictures. Gramma didn’t much care about the ice cream, but when she looked at the pictures and told the stories, she had a smile on her face even if there were tears in her eyes.

I remember a particular page Gramma always skipped right over.  When I was younger, it didn’t seem important, but as I got older, I wanted to know why that page was always kept hidden.  One day, when I was about fifteen, I found the album and when Gramma wasn’t around, perused the pictures by myself.

Most of the pictures on that page were of Gramma, her brother, Uncle Steve and Aunt Rose, and a couple of others I didn’t recognize. They seemed to be having a picnic at a lake.  They were all laughing and looked happy. Gramma always seemed to be close to this one particular fella and it sure wasn’t grandpa. I was determined to know the mystery behind this page.  I was in the process of trying to remove the picture from its casing when Gramma caught me in the act.

“What are you doing Beth?”

“I was looking at these pictures.  You know the ones you always show us and I didn’t recognize these people.”  She came to stand near me and looked at the photo in question.

“Well you know that’s your Uncle Steve and Aunt Rose.”

“Yes, I know them but who is that?” and I pointed to the one fellow in question.

Gramma got a faraway look in her eye.  “That’s Gray Godson.”

“I don’t know him, do I?”

“No, you don’t. Would you like to hear the story of a young girl’s romantic fantasies?”

“Oh, yes.” I was at that age when everything seemed so dreamy and romantic and not having had any experience of my own I yearned to hear Gramma's story. When I begged my mother to tell me romantic stories of her and my dad, she said I read too many books and expected moonlight and roses and love wasn't always like that.

“Gray Godson was a friend of your Uncle Steve’s.  I had a crush on him from the time I was in sixth grade, but he never paid the slightest attention to me. He had joined the service and was about to be shipped out overseas soon so Steve invited him and a bunch of our other friends to a last picnic at the lake.  By this time, I had started dating your grandpa, but he couldn’t make it to the party – he had to work that day.  I decided this might be my last chance for Gray Godson to see me as a woman and not just Steve’s little sister.

I’m ashamed to say, I flirted with him most of the day and he kept right on ignoring me.  It made me mad, and I was determined  to show him just how wrong he was.  I went right up to him and put my arms around him and kissed him. I mean really kissed him.   He pushed me away, and I pushed back and knocked him down.  By this time, everyone was watching us, and when Gray landed on his backside, they all laughed.  When he got up and dusted himself off,his face was all red and I stepped back.  He grabbed hold of me and hauled me over to an overturned log where he proceeded to put me across his knee and spank me hard.  He was wailing away at my behind when your Grandpa showed up unexpectedly. He wanted to know what was going on, and Uncle Steve explained.

Anyway, the upstart of the whole thing was Gray Godson sure did notice me and when he let me go, he told Grandpa he wished him well taking care of me.

“You let a man spank you?”

“Oh, honey, times were different then.  It wasn’t so unusual.  It wasn’t even my only spanking that day.  When your Grandpa got me home, he spanked me too and told me I could expect more of the same if I ever tried a stunt like that again. Shortly after that, he asked me to marry him.”  Gramma was laughing.

“Did Grandpa really spank you again after that day?”

“Honey, I don’t think that is any of your business. But if you really want to know, ask Grandpa?”

“Maybe I will?” Gramma smirked.  “Gramma whatever happened to Gray Godson?  Did you ever see him again?”

‘No honey. I never did.  As I said in the beginning, this was a sort of going away party for him.  He was killed on Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944.  You learned about D-Day in school, didn’t you?”

“Yes, it’s so sad to think about all those men being so brave and dying right there on a beach so far from home.”

“Yes, most of them weren’t much older than you are now and had their whole lives ahead of them.  I hope we always remember that freedom comes at a price, and someone has to pay that price.”

Gramma got teary eyed.  “So now you know.  Any more questions?”

Typical of a devil-may-care fifteen-year-old.  “Yes, was it romantic getting spanked by Grandpa?”  She smiled.

I never did work up the courage to ask Grandpa if he ever spanked Gramma again.  Now that I'm a Gramma I can't imagine any of my grandkids ever asking that question and better yet I can't even begin to imagine the roll of their eyes if I answered.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.