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.”

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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.

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

SEE YOU LATER FOR MORE AIMLESS RAMBLINGS