Friday, July 29, 2016



Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?


A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.
She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”
She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.
“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.
She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.
Her pussy cheered with a twitch.
She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.
She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

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Author bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Southern 'ISM'S

On our recent trip to Florida, Mere was enamored of some of the 'ism's that came from our own southern maven, PK.  Can't remember hearing these, but it doesn't mean she doesn't use them. 

Even before I lived in the South, I heard some of these.  How about you?

15. Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Back in the old days, before John Deere perfected the tractor, horses were work animals that literally pulled their weight around a farm. If you were buying a horse, you’d want to check its teeth to make sure it was the age you were being told it was. However, if the horse was being given to you free of charge and you check its teeth in front of the person gifting it to you, it’s insulting. You should just be grateful for the gift horse, instead of checking to see how many years it has left. So basically this phrase means to be grateful for what you’re given.

14. A whistling woman and a crowing hen never come to a very good end.
I guess, back when this saying first came into popularity, it was considered masculine to whistle (for some unknowable reason), and obviously, hens aren’t supposed to crow, that is left up to the rooster. So this saying is cautioning women to behave in a ladylike manner.

13. Those are scarce as hen’s teeth.
Do y’all have any idea how much this confused me as a child? No. No you don’t. For the longest time I was convinced that chickens had microscopic teeth. Turns out, they don’t have teeth at all. This saying means that basically (whatever you’re discussing) is so rare that it might as well not exist.

12. Pretty is as pretty does.
You’re only as pretty as your actions. If you’re pretty on the outside, but have an ugly heart, then you’re an ugly person.

11. You have to suffer to be beautiful. (or) Beauty is pain.
My mom would always say this to me as an excuse for the machiavellian way she would brush the tangles out of my hair. She was merciless as I’d yell and cry, and the only thing worse than the pain was that damn cliche she’d spout at me while yanking my hair out by the roots.
…And now I say it to my daughter. 

10. It’ll all come out in the wash.
Everything will be alright in the end. File this one with “There’s no use crying over spilled milk”.

9. You’ll catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.
I heard this old adage a lot when I was whining about something. My mom would remind me that bellyaching was no way to go about getting what I want. Yes, that’s right. Southern women teach their kids to be manipulative from an early age, which is why we make such good lawyers, negotiators and public relations experts.

8. Remember to load your brain before you shoot your mouth off.
Basically, think before you speak.

7. Madder than a wet hen.
An old farm practice for breaking a broody (non-laying) hen is to take the hen from its nest and dunk it in water, this causes the chicken to get upset and run about, after which it will start laying eggs again. So if you’re madder than a wet hen, you’re pretty dang pissed.

6. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
Those who keep chickens know that not all eggs end up hatching. If you count each egg as a potential chicken before they prove themselves viable by hatching, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. This phrase means to not count on something until it pans

5. Come Hell or high water.
Basically, this means nothing can stop you, not flood waters or Satan himself. My mom would say this to indicate that she was determined to do something and we’d best not get in her way or argue. “You’d better put on those shoes because we are going to church come Hell or high water!”

4. Full as a tick.
This one is so gross. Did you know that sometimes if a tick drinks too much blood, it actually bursts? Just… so gross. And we say it at the dinner table.

3. You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.
Dressing up something ugly doesn’t change its nature. I used to take this literally as a kid, and always wondered why anyone would want to chase down a pig to put lipstick on it.

2. Might as well be talkin’ to a fence post.
This one is usually uttered after your mom instructed you to do something and you sat there like an idiot, not doing it. Basically, you’ve got the brains of a fence post. (Whispering) Psst! Your mom thinks you’re stupid.

1. If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

Translation: Tough sh*t. Usually, this one is in direct response to your incessant pre-adolescent whining. “Ugggghhhhh. Mom! No one understands what you’re talking about! I wish you would make more sense!”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Pulling Up Stakes_The End

Hot, hot hot.  That seems to be the topic of conversation everywhere you go.  That, and the political stuff going on here in the good ole USA.  Last week it was the Republicans extolling their virtues and the virtues of their candidate and this week we get the Democratic version.  I can't wait.  Do you detect a bit of cynicism?

Here is the conclusion of Pulling Up Stakes.  It was hard going and I'm sure it's a disappointment, but time ran out and it is what it is.


In the end, she didn’t call.   Well, she didn’t call him directly.  She called the sheriff’s department and learned he was off for a few days.  Not sure what she should do about this development, decided to wait to let things take a natural course. The more time went on, the more this didn’t seem like the course of action she would normally take.  The fact he hadn’t mentioned being off, or even going away for a few days, made her think he was trying to get away from her.  If that was the case, she didn’t need to be shown the door – she could take a hint.

The problem was she really liked Marcus Ware.  He was the exact opposite of many of her former love interests.  Former was the definitive word here.  They were all very nice guys and would be and were perfect for someone else.  What she said she wanted and what she really wanted were two different things.  She was a dichotomy as so many women are today.  Smart, strong, independent were characteristics she had been raised on – men weren't any smarter, better or stronger than her, and she certainly didn’t need anyone telling her how to live her life.  All of that was true, but in her heart of hearts, she wanted a man who would stand up to her and not put up with all of her bullshit.  She wanted his respect, but she also wanted to respect him. 

The following morning Mary Beth had an epiphany.  Marcus Ware felt the same about her as she did about him – scared to death that this relationship might be the one that ended life as they knew it.  Commitment to one person, a life sentence, so to speak, had her off and running in a different direction – that’s what Marcus was doing.  His sudden disappearance had all the earmarkings of a man running scared. 

Her plan of attack was to continue as before – neighbors and friends. As a neighbor, she had certain advantages and planned on making full use of them.  She’d kill him with (neighborly)kindness – casseroles, baked goods, pick up his newspaper, water his flowers – all things a good neighbor would do.  Every time he turned around, there would be a reminder of Mary Beth.  She would start as soon as he returned home. 

She knew he was due back at work on Tuesday, so Monday night, Mary Beth stood watch at her bedroom window.  When he pulled into the driveway, she watched him unload his gear.  From what she could gather, it had been a fishing trip and from the looks of him, it had been a solitary few days.  His clothes appeared wrinkled and well-worn, a three-day growth of beard graced his face, and he wore a big smile and a great tan.  In other words, sexy as hell – she’d have to keep herself in check.

Mary Beth gave him thirty minutes of alone time before she knocked at the door with a. dish of Baked Ziti in her hand.  He didn’t answer, so she knocked a little harder this time.  Marcus looked out the window and saw Mary Beth.  He wasn’t sure he was quite ready to face her just yet, but he knew, he had to face her eventually.  Wrapping a towel around his middle, he ran downstairs to answer the door.

“Well, hello there.” She said to him as the little voice in her head said: ‘Control yourself, gal, - you’re a neighbor, nothing more -remember the game,’

“Hello to you too.  What do you have there?”

“Since you’ve been gone and probably don’t have anything in the house, thought maybe you might want some dinner.  It’s baked ziti, and there’s plenty to share.  It’s hard making baked ziti for one.”

“Sounds good, thank you. I’d invite you in, but as you can see, I was in the middle of taking a shower.”  He noted the streak of mischief in her eye and expected some of her razor sharp wit to make a comment about his state of undress.  Instead, all she said was welcome home, and he could return the casserole dish at his leisure.  With that, she turned around and walked back to her house.  Knowing he was still at the door watching her depart, she added a little extra wiggle to her walk.

Watching her wiggle her ass in those tight jean shorts gave him a hard on. His only saving grace was that she was turned away from him because the towel didn’t cover the erection caused by that ass.  Damn, he had to tread carefully, Mary Beth had invaded his thoughts the whole fishing trip. He knew she was already in his head and head, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d be inviting her to share his life.

Mary Beth and Marcus continued avoiding the attraction they felt for each other, mostly by avoiding each other.  Mary Beth continued acting the “good neighbor” but from distance and Marcus spent as much time away from home as possible. 

She invited him to Thanksgiving Dinner.  Every year, it was her tradition to host a Thanksgiving Dinner for friends who had no family around.  She provided the turkey and trimmings, and everybody else brought the rest.  Most everyone was already there when Marcus arrived.  By now, he knew everyone, so it was easy to fit in and still avoid any one on one with Mary Beth.  Until the game. 

While waiting for the turkey to finish, someone thought it a good idea to play Never Have I Ever. Each player, in turn, would make a statement, and anyone who didn’t agree with the statement had to raise their hand and take a drink of their beer, wine or whatever.  As the game progressed and the amount of alcohol consumed, the statements became more and more risque. 

One of the gals said that Never Had She Ever Been Spanked As a Grown Woman. No one raised their hand.  Mary Beth tried to get up and leave the room with the pretense of checking on the turkey, but Marcus called out to her.

“Hey, Mary Beth, did you hear the question?”  She tried to look perplexed so he repeated the question for her.  He watched her squirm.  All eyes were now focused on her, none more malicious than Marcus’s. He was daring her not to raise her hand and at that moment she wanted to pound him and kiss him into delirium all at once.

She shot Marcus a murderous look as she raised her hand and the room erupted in hoots and hollers. Everyone there knew exactly who was the spanker and spankee.  Deciding she could either act the martyr or take charge of the situation, she chose the latter.

“Yeah, I was spanked as a grown woman by that man over there,” and she pointed to Marcus.  “And you know, I loved every minute of it, and when I wanted to jump his bones afterward, he turned me down flat. Do you know of any other red-blooded man who would do that other than a man that might not be all that crazy about girls.”  Marcus never missed a beat.

“Did it ever occur to you, that it had nothing to do with girls in general, but you in particular?”

She’d lashed out and got a reaction, one that deeply hurt her feelings. Mary Beth glimpsed into his eyes, she saw his discomfort and knew he was only lashing out too, but nonetheless, let him squirm. The room suddenly went quiet. Everyone knew the game was over.  Mary Beth continued into the kitchen and others followed asking if they could help.

Dinner was over, the leftovers packaged, the dishes done and everyone had gone home. Everyone except Marcus.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s not an apology any red-blooded girl would accept. Prove it.”

He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, firemen’s style, and carried her up the stairs.  He spent the rest of the night apologizing and proving just how sorry he was.

Mary Beth had the bruises to prove it.

See your later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Pulling Up Stakes

Another week already.  Not much to say - thinking about the tragic events of the last week finds me speechless.  I can't imagine the senselessness of killing for killing's sake and I don't want to bring that here, so I'm wishing and praying for the best for all.
Here's another installment of Pulling Up Stakes.

Mary Beth caught a sight of her ass in the bathroom mirror.  Sure that her ass was aflame, she was disappointed to see it was only a rosy pink. She was hoping for bruises. They would be a badge of honor and sure to elicit some sympathy from Marcus – after all, he was a gentleman.  It didn’t look as if there would be any residual marks dammit. The sting felt good, and the spanking made her horny as hell.  As soon as his car pulled away, she got out her trusty ‘magic wand’ and took care of her need.   Not exactly a substitute for Marcus but it would have to do.  Her only hope was that he was suffering from his self-imposed edict of no sex until an apology was forthcoming.

Once the magic wand had done its job, a relaxed Mary Beth lay back and stared at the ceiling thoughts of Marcus Ware, not sugar plums, dancing in her head.  Although she’d had many chances at serious relationships, they all paled after a while. Her world included lots of male friends, and she sure as hell knew what she didn’t want. The man she envisioned would be gentle, yet strong;  flexible, not rigid.  He didn’t have to be a ‘looker’ although that would get him in the door.  A person who liked people but also liked being alone; a man who could hold his own in a roomful of people, well read and not afraid to speak his mind or express his opinion without being belligerent.  He had to have self-confidence and let’s face it; she needed a man that had a healthy libido because she liked sex. As she went down her imaginary checklist, Marcus Ware, so far, fit every category. She might have found the man of her dreams. 


Marcus went off to work hurting.  He didn’t have time to remedy the situation after leaving Mary Beth.  Feeling that Mary Beth was going to break down all his carefully built walls of reasons why he shouldn’t get seriously involved with anyone, careful was going to be his watchword. As a Texas Ranger he was never in one place very long, and when he left in the morning, there were no guarantees he would be back that evening, or ever for that matter.  He’d seen too many marriages crumble under the strain of law enforcement careers, both male, and female and he didn’t want to be part of one – it was easier to remain unattached.  Mary Beth had him thinking otherwise  On the other than, his current job in IT in Humboldt County was much different than his last job.  

Her independent can do spirit was reminiscent of his sister who had succumbed to cancer much too young. A woman, with strong opinions, and unafraid to express those opinions had always appealed to him.  The repartee between him and Mary Beth was what first intrigued him about her.  He admired her playfulness, sense of humor, and that caustic wit that sometimes made him want to pummel her into submission.  He badly wanted to jump her bones and to walk away this morning damn near killed him.  As she told him this morning that he would pay for the spanking, he would make her pay for not apologizing and thereby denying him the pleasure of sex.

He didn’t want to appear too eager, though.  His sense was that would be a turn off to Mary Beth.  He would have to remain aloof and just out of reach until she pulled him in and he snared her into his net.  He had the next few days off and decided he would take a trip upstate to do some fishing. His only hope was that Mary Beth would be thinking about him the whole time.  Lord knows, he’d probably be thinking about her. It wasn't until he'd unpacked his fishing gear after that move that memories of how much he enjoyed the activity came back to him. It had been a long while and maybe it would keep his mind occupied enough to forget about Mary Beth for a bit.

He got through the rest of the uneventful day thinking about things he’d need for the trip. His tent was a little worse for wear, but if he couldn’t find a rental cabin, it would make do for one more trip.  Some of his cohorts had suggested places and more than one had said that Lake Winslow was the place.  Apparently, it was close enough to a little market and restaurant that if he were unsuccessful at fishing, he wouldn’t starve.  Sounded good to him. 

When he got off work and pulled into his driveway, he noted the absence of Mary Beth’s car.  ‘Good, she won’t see me packing up.’  The drive to Lake Winslow took a little over an hour but there wasn’t much traffic, and the scenery was awesome.  Stepping out of the car and getting a whiff of that fresh mountain air, alive with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, made him forget all about Mary Beth for the moment.  Luckily, someone has canceled at the last minute, and there was a cabin available for rent.  He wouldn’t have to drag out that old tent and sleep on the ground – his body wouldn’t be groaning too loudly in the morning, and maybe he’d get some sleep.  Lord knows he needed after the night previous night – that chair was a killer.

He unpacked his gear and walked over to the little restaurant.  The owner also rented boats, and Marcus put in his request for the morning.  Dinner consisted of freshly caught pike that had his mouth watering for more, with cole slaw and fresh cut french fries.  He was in heaven and ate more than usual.  A slice of peach pie and coffee completed the meal.  The walk back to the cabin eliminated some of his fullness, and he grabbed a chair and headed to the lake to watch the sunset.  When the mosquitos had sucked too ‘much of his blood, he retreated to the cabin, climbed into bed and was asleep in no time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Mary Beth invaded his dreams.  The thought of her, draped over his knee as he spanked those pristine white globes woke him up with a raging hard-on.  He needed relief.  The cold shower took care of one problem but added another.  He was no longer able to get back to sleep.  He looked at his watch, and it was 1:45 AM.  ‘Time to catch some bass.’  He donned his gear, grabbed a bag of jerky and headed out.  He’d picked out his boat the night before, so he grabbed the rowboat, oars, and headed to ‘the lake.

Mary Beth had fully expected a call from Marcus Ware.  When the day and evening had come and gone, and she hadn’t heard from him, she began to stew.  The least she expected was a call inquiring about her well-being.  Nothing.  She woke after a fitful night’s sleep and decided to be neighborly and also remind him that she wasn’t all peaches and cream.  She baked some biscuits, with cheese and lots of jalapeno peppers and left a basket on his porch before she took off on a hike. 

Surprised to see the basket still there upon her return, she collected the biscuits and hauled them in the trash.  They were much too hot for her taste, and the birds and critters wouldn’t eat them either.  Not sure of what to do, this had never been her dilemma before.  Men were always chasing after her, not the other way around. ‘Should I call him?’

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, July 15, 2016


What Women Say

And What Women Mean.

ARE YOU WILLING TO: This means you better do it. 

FINE: This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of "those" arguments. 

FIVE MINUTES: This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade. 

NOTHING: This means "something" and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and will end with the word "Fine". 

GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows): This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine". 

GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows): This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care". You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine", and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off. 

LOUD SIGH: This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here arguing with you over "Nothing". 

SOFT SIGH: Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sigh" means that she is content. Your best bet is not to move or breathe, and she will stay content. 

THAT'S OKAY: This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead". At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble. 

PLEASE DO: This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay". 

THANKS: A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say "you're welcome". 

THANKS A LOT: This is much different than "Thanks". A woman will say "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh". Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh" as she will only tell you "Nothing".

Do you agree?  I have to say that many of them hit the nail on the head.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Words that Drive Men Nuts

TEN things women say that drive men nuts.

1) "That looks cute."
For the most part, men hate cute. We don't want to hear about it, we don't want to see it, and we sure as hell don't want to be it. If we come down stairs after getting dressed and you tell us we look cute, there's a 100 percent chance we're changing. We're supposed to be your protector, your rock, and cute does not fit into that picture.
2) "We need to talk."
These four words shut off a man's brain faster than long division. When men hear you say that they immediately go into flight mode. And anything they can do to get out of this conversation—and better yet, your space—they will. There are plenty of other ways to approach a delicate conversation, and getting us in a place where we feel comfortable is a good start.
3) "It's just a game."
Actually, it's not just a game. Sports are a major part of our lives and the outcome has as much to do with our mood as just about anything else. Is it fair? No. Is it right? No. Is it immature? Maybe. But it's life. Sometimes we just care too much. We understand that it doesn't make sense, but you should be happy that we're that passionate about something. Telling us that "it's just a game" is like us telling you that Oprah's just a talk show host.
4) "Nothing's wrong."
Please don't tell us nothing's wrong. The look on your face could make the toughest guy on the planet weep like a third-grade girl and your arms are crossed so tight you might explode. We're not mind readers; tell us what's going on. And don't make us guess because—believe me—you won't like what we come up with.
5) "I sound like my mom."
The mere fact that you might turn into your mom someday scares the hell out of us. Don't say it, even in jest—it's not funny. We actually believe (and pray) that the saying "every woman ends up looking like their mother" is an old wives' tale. If we didn't, no one would ever get married.
6) "I just want to be friends."
No you don't. You just want us to stop calling you. This is a lot like pulling off a band-aid. Do it quick—don't prolong the agony. Most of us take "I just want to be friends" as "There's still a chance," so if there isn't just make it a clean break and move on. Everyone will be much better because of it.
7) "Size doesn't matter."
Don't lie to us. We know it does, and we're doing our best to make up for it in other ways. It's best just to not say anything at all.
8) "What are you wearing?"
We're wearing whatever's clean or whatever you tell us to. We don't plan out our wardrobe days in advance, but we do actually try and look presentable. It may not work a lot of the time, but we do give it a shot. Giving us direction is completely encouraged. Do it nicely though. 
9) "Do you think she's pretty?"
Of course we do, our standards are much lower than yours. But just because we check her out doesn't mean we think any less of you. We try to be as discreet as possible, but for the most part, we can't help it. It's in our DNA. When an attractive woman walks by, it's best to just pretend nothing happened.
10) "Which outfit do you like better?"]

I'm going to be honest here - 90% of the guys out there are not going to tell you which outfit they like better.  They're going to try to pick the one you like better and not get into a holy war when the baby-sitter is due any minute.  To us, you always look good.  Getting a couple of cocktails and spending as much time as we can without the kids is our ultimate goal for a rare night out.

Hope you laughed as much as me.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Pulling Up Stakes- Part Three

It was late by the time Mary Beth returned home from the dance.  Marcus was asleep in a chair on the porch.  She didn’t disturb him and went around back and returned to her room the way she left.  She undressed and hopped into bed. Sleep was a long time coming – she’d had a blast at the dance with no lack of partners.  She’d had to fend off some unwanted advances, and she could only assume it was in direct relation to her decolletage.  She had planned on being with Marcus and figured she would be safe, and then he got all macho and she felt she needed to make a stand.  She was shocked he hadn’t taken the bait and followed her to the dance. Most of the guys she had dated would have done so after finding the note which eliminated them from her list of possibles.  Chalk one up for Marcus. 

She had to admit to herself she loved his dominance, craved it actually – it was what she had been looking for in a man. Together they were volatile, and a relationship other than friendship with him would not be boring, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities.  She drifted off to sleep with dreams of Marcus as the hero in the many romance novels she had read – novels where the hero sweeps in and takes the heroine exactly where she wants to go – kicking, screaming and smiling all the way.

When Marcus woke, he was stiff as a board.  One look at the sky told him it would soon be daylight.  Damn her, where was she was his first thought.  Both front and back doors were locked. No sense ringing the doorbell, she had dismantled it for Halloween. He dialed her cell phone, and it went straight to voice mail.  He called the police department to see if there had been any overnight accidents and a quick check of the hospitals told him she wasn’t listed on the roster. ‘When I get hold of her, her ass is going to be as red as the sun that was now coming up.’

He took a shower and readied himself for work.  Before leaving, he went back to Mary Beth’s again and banged on the door, loud and long.  He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and a voice yelling that she was coming to hold on.

“This better be damned important,” were the words that flew out of her mouth as she opened the door.

So relieved to find her safe and sound that even dressed in a tee-shirt and undies, her hair all askew and sheet marks on her face, he wanted to kiss her till her toes curled and then take her over his knee and spank that saucy butt until she begged for mercy before taking her back to her bed and screwing her until they were both sated and spent. Instead, he found himself being berated for making so damn much noise.

“That does it,” he said.  He grabbed hold of the finger that was beating his chest and pushed her inside, closing the door behind him. Hd hauled her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs, pounding on her backside with every step.  She wasn’t able to get in any meaningful kicks, but her fingernails raked the skin on his back, and he was sure her voice could be heard within a hundred mile radius as she called him every colorful adjective he’d ever learned and some he’d remember to add to his repetoire.

Dropping her down on her bed, he pulled her across his one knee while his other leg encased hers.  He reached down and grabbed the leather sandal that was on the floor with one hand while his other bunched up her panties into the crack of her ass. He couldn’t help but admire her spunk considering she was about to get blistered but good.  He looked up and saw them both in the mirrored closet doors  - what a sight.  Her hair hanging down covering her face,  butt high on his knee, his hand raised and holding the sandal - it was a sight he wished he could capture in a picture. 

The sound of leather connecting with flesh echoed around the room.  Mary Beth was still cursing at him and promising revenge until the fourth strike of the leather landed and took away her breath.  Marcus was cutting her no slack.  She never imagined that damned little sandal could possibly inflict that much pain. She was writhing around the best she could as spank after spank was delivered causing her lily white flesh to turn the prettiest shade of pink.  Trying to do anything to make him stop, she reached down and pinched his leg so hard she felt him flinch.  The only thing that little stunt accomplished was to know the feel of the sandal on heretofore pristine thighs.  She wailed as he connected slap after slap on virgin territory.

Marcus hoped that by now some of the fight might have been spanked out of Mary Beth, but when he felt her teeth bite into his thigh, he knew he was wrong.  Worried that she would be bruised if he continued to use the sandal, he dropped it to the floor and used his hand to continue the spanking.  Flesh on flesh brought the spanking to another level.  His shaft was rock hard and when his hand connected with Mary Beth’s inner thigh, it came away wet with her honey. 

His hand went back to the fleshiest part of her bottom and began dereasing the strength and the tempo of his spanks. Mary Beth sensed the change.  She relaxed her body and when his hand lingered on her reddened bottom and his fingers stroked her thighs and explored her wetness she emitted a low moan. 

“Have you had enough?” he asked in that low sexy voice.

“Enough of what?” she replied.  He couldn’t help but snicker and he hoped she didn’t hear him.

“Enough spanking.”

“Oh yes, definitely enough spanking for which you are going to pay dearly. Now can we go on to other things.”

“There will be no other things – not now anyway.  I have to get to work and besides naughty girls don’t get rewarded until they apologize.  Are you ready to apologize for your behavior last night?”

“Are you ready to admit you were being a jackass about the dress?”  He reached down and picked up the sandal.

“Maybe we’re not done after all.”  He watched as her eyes widened and her body tensed. “Texas Rangers, retired or not, don’t give up until the job is done.” 

Mary Beth ran into the bathroom and locked the door.  She heard him laughing as he walked down the stairs and out the door.  Rubbing the sting out of her ass, she looked in the mirror and said to herself – ‘I want that man.’

Friday, July 8, 2016


Okay, so maybe it wasn't a challenge in the sense that the gauntlet was thrown, but it sounded like one, so I took it as such.  I gathered up implements from their different places (not the really hidden ones) dusted them off and here they are.

I tried to arrange them in a pleasing manner, not according to the hurt factor.  If I were to do that, there are a couple that really should be removed permanently but they serve another purpose, i.e. the bamboo back scratcher,  the blind tilt wand, the hairbrush.  Aw hell, then there are the doggone spatulas that pack a mighty punch, no matter how pretty they look in the crock on the kitchen counter, and of course the wooden spatulas.  I neglected to include the heavy spoon in the photo, it's in a special place (aw shucks).

Wow, when you eliminate those, there really isn't much left is there?  The doggin bat is my absolute favorite, although depending on the intensity and my mood, it too can be 'ouchy.'  I like the floggers, the suede one better than the other.

Most of the toys I've purchased without any input from Ray, so I can't complain.  I have this crazy urge to try things (if I'm going to write about it, I feel I have to try it) and some of them never saw the light of day after just one time, (for instance, the lexan paddle).  I never purchased a wooden paddle, for obvious reasons. A 'friend' gave me one - handmade.  I hate it but how can you destroy a gift?  Any suggestions?  Another gift was that pretty swatter (orange) it's stingy as hell but doable.  Of course, the cane that PK gifted me which came from Ronnie is somewhere.  I haven't seen it since we moved into the house, I wonder if it is still in the closet in the motor home.  If so, maybe the new owner can find a better use than closet decoration (haha).

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, July 4, 2016


Happy Fourth to those celebrating this day.  I've dredged this up from the archives. It will be new to some of you and for those who have read before, hope you enjoy again.

The two couples had been friends forever.  Sandy and Liz were both teachers and had met each other before Kevin and Ben were even in the picture.  When each had met their respective mates, they waited a while before they got them together.  When it finally happened, the guys were like two peas in a pod.  They bonded immediately and became a fearsome foursome.

They got together often, both together and separately.  The girls often shopped together and since they taught in the same school often saw each other every day. They shared recipes, books, gossip, some secrets and the same sense of adventure. The guys would often play golf on the weekends and then meet the girls afterward, and the girls almost always shared their adventures with the guys. Sandy was the bold one, and Liz often went way beyond her comfort level.  There were times when Kevin and Ben were aghast at some of the stories.

When their kids were older, the two couples decided to purchase a cabin in the mountains near their hometown.  Linden Lake had always been a getaway for them. They figured it would be a good place to get together with the older kids and eventually their families. The cabin was very rough, and both families spent their weekends and summers renovating it until it became a real home away from home. This was the first 4th of July they would be able to relax and enjoy the holiday. The festivities included a short play,  parade, a craft fair and later in the evening fireworks over the lake.

The 4th of July parade was a tradition in Linden Lake.  The local service clubs put on a dramatization of the signing of the Declaration of Independence before the parade and then the actors would join the parade.  Most of the townfolk would also dress up in costumes reminiscent of the timeframe. 

Sandy, being a history teacher, was in her element with the Linden Lake Parade.  She decided she and Liz should dress up a little differently. One of the English Revolutionary War generals, “Gentlemen Johnny” Burgoyne, was always known to bring along “ladies of the evening” on his campaigns. She thought dressing like these "ladies"  would be so much more fun than the usual costumes people wore.  When she approached Liz with the idea, she was a little hesitant but was bulldozed by Sandy into getting aboard.  Neither of the girls shared the plan with their husbands. When Sandy showed pictures to Liz, she blanched.  She knew that Ben would not approve of his wife attired in such an outfit in public.   Sandy eventually convinced her it that the bathing suit she wore to the last pool party was much more suggestive.  Unfortunately, Sandy did not know the price Liz paid for wearing that bathing suit.  One of the secrets she didn’t share with Sandy was that she had received a good bottom warming.
On the morning of the fourth, the guys left early to start working on the parade set up.  The girls planned on arriving just before the parade began. The guys would save them a place in the viewing stands. They got quite a few hoots and hollers on the way to the stands. When Kevin and Ben saw their wives both their mouths were agape.  Kevin pulled Sandy down on the bleacher seat so hard she yelped.  He asked her what the hell she was thinking?  She explained to him what the outfit was about, but he wasn’t listening.  He just kept lecturing that it wasn’t appropriate to wear at an outing for families. Once he calmed down a little, he had to admit to himself she looked pretty fetching, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.  He told her they would finish discussing this later and was just getting up to leave when the parade started, and they had to stay put. That is when they realized Dale and Liz weren’t there.

 As soon as Ben saw his wife he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the stands.  He never said a word to her as he led her to the car.   He still had not said a word to her on the way to the cabin.  She knew she was in trouble.  Silence did not bode well for her bottom.  When they reached the cabin, he opened her door and helped her out.  In the great room, he led her to the couch and immediately pulled her over his knee.  Then the lecture began.  He must have lectured her for what seemed like hours while in reality, it was probably only about ten minutes.  When you are upside down over your husband’s lap, time stands still.  Finally, he began to spank her, and he let her have it.  She was squirming in no time.  The smacks continued to rain down on her behind as she kept asking him to please stop. Finally, he finished but kept her over his knee.  When she calmed, he helped her up, kissed her and told her he loved her, but she knew better, and he was very surprised she hadn’t learned her lesson after the bathing suit episode.  She told him she didn’t think it was that bad.  He smacked her bottom and asked if she wanted more.  She said no.  He said if she wanted to wear the outfit she could do it in the privacy of their bedroom.  He told her to wash her face, change and they would return to the festivities.

When they got back to town, the parade was over, and Liz was grateful.  Her bottom was in no condition to be sitting on the hot, hard bleachers.  They caught up with Kevin and Sandy in the parking lot.  Sandy asked Liz where they had gone.  Dale answered for her.  He said he didn’t like his wife in the getup and took her home to change.  They agreed to meet up later for lunch at the local outdoor grill after Kevin made a stop home.
After lunch, the two couples wandered through the craft booths.  At one of the wood crafting booths, there was all manner of paddles with cute sayings, like “Board of Education”,  “For Unruly Wives”, “For Bear Bottoms” “Attitude Adjuster”  and so on.   Liz tried directing them away from the booth.  Kevin smirked and said he was going to buy the one “For Unruly Wives” because it might come in handy. Ben leaned over and whispered in Liz’s ear that her face was as red as her bottom had been earlier.  Sandy noticed the interchange but remained silent for the moment.

At dinner, they decided to watch the fireworks from their deck instead of dealing with the crowds of people downtown.  It wasn’t quite dark when they returned and as they waited Sandy suggested they play a game of Truth or Dare. Sandy was always instigating and liked to find out everybody’s secrets.  She didn’t think there was any secret she didn’t know about Liz but after that interchange at the wood crafting booth, she wasn’t so sure.  This game would be a good way to get the answers.

They all moaned at the suggestion but started to play nevertheless.  Kevin, Ben and Liz all had their turn and were laughing at the silliness of it all. When it was  Sandy's turn, she posed her question to Liz. “What did Dale say that embarrassed you today at the wood crafting booth?” Liz gave Sandy a look that would melt ice.  Sandy ignored the look and asked Liz again.  Liz still didn’t answer.  Kevin stepped in and told Sandy to pose another question.  Sandy said that wasn’t how the game was played and asked the question again. Ben could see Liz was upset and said he didn’t want to play anymore.  He went out to the deck, and Liz followed.

Sandy yelled out spoil sport.  Kevin told her that was enough.  She started to go out on the deck when Kevin stopped her and said to cool off and leave them alone for a bit.  She whirled around and told him she didn't like taking orders, and she would do what she wanted.  Sandy went out on the deck and continued to tease Liz about being a spoil sport.  Finally, Liz had enough. She turned on Sandy and told her it was none of her business. Sandy wouldn’t let it go.  Kevin told Sandy that she was being an unruly wife and ruining everybody’s good time.  He said to remember what he had purchased that day. She said she remembered, but he wouldn’t dare. He just grinned.   

Just then the fireworks started over the lake.  They all oohed and aahed at the spectacular display.  They could hear the patriotic music playing in the background, and it was a reminder of what this holiday represented. Sandy leaned over and whispered to Liz she was sorry she had upset her.  Liz squeezed her hand, and all was well.

Next Sandy apologized to Kevin for behaving badly. When he reached in to whisper something, Sandy figured it was to tell her all was okay.  The darkness covered the redness of Sandy's face when what he told her was that yes he would most certainly dare.

The continuation of Pulling of Stakes will be back next Monday.   See you later for more Aimless Rambling and enjoy the fireworks - Maybe make some of your own.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

One Week Already

Hard to believe it's been a week already since the six travelin' ladies parted company.

Looking at FB today I found the following article.

The 24 best beaches in America, ranked

2. The gulf waters of Clearwater Beach in Clearwater, Florida, are warm and inviting, and the town itself is family-friendly, with an aquarium, plenty of restaurants, and beachfront activities.

2. The gulf waters of Clearwater Beach in Clearwater, Florida, are warm and inviting, and the town itself is family-friendly, with an aquarium, plenty of restaurants, and beachfront activities.
Shutterstock/Peter Etchells

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.