Monday, August 29, 2016

The Tickets

Last Monday in August.  Wow.  Next week, we here on this side of the pond, celebrate Labor Day - often considered the last of summer, even though it doesn't officially end until around the twenty something.  It has cooled down some - not so much so you'd notice but enough to let you know that there is an end in sight. Yeah...We've even finally got some much needed moisture.  It's the monsoon season here but until last week, we hadn't seen any rain.  I've enjoyed listening to it - it never lasts long maybe five or ten minutes - but it makes me happy.  

This is a new story.  Not sure if they'll be another new one next week.  It's one week at a time, but today it's a newbie.  Just realized I used the name Jared again.  I think I like that name, I recall using it before.  Oh well.  


The Tickets

Jared walked into the house, and it looked as if a bomb had gone off. Stuff was strewn everywhere. He called for his wife but didn’t get an answer.  He called again, nothing. Now he was concerned.  Had there been a home invasion? Looking over, he saw the big screen TV was still in its place.  Was there anything else missing?  He took a quick scan of the premises; it was hard to tell amidst the clutter, but he didn’t see any significant items missing. He moved through the rest of the house, encountering clutter as he moved.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called 911.  He made the report and was told to go outside to wait for the police.  He backed out the front door and sat on the fence waiting for their arrival.

“Hey Jared,” his neighbor called to him.  “Is anything wrong?”

“I think we had a break-in today.  There is stuff everywhere.  I called 911, and was told me to wait outside until the police came.”

“Was Jan home?” 

“I don’t know where Jan is.  I called to her and got nothing.  I called her cell phone, and it went straight to voicemail.”  The police pulled up then – two police officers – they entered the house with guns drawn.  They were in there for several minutes when Jared and his neighbor heard screams.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” came a voice that Jared recognized so well.

Sure enough, out came Jan, a police officer on each side.  “This lady is claiming to be the homeowner. Can you verify her identity?”

Jared chagrined, admitted that Jan was his wife.

After a few more minutes of conversation, the police left.  Both Jan and Jared could hear their laughter as they returned to their cruiser.  The neighbor had discreetly left the moment he saw Jan escorted out between the law-enforcement officers.

“Why the hell did you call the police?”

“Why the hell didn’t you answer me or your phone?  I called out to you the minute I came in the door.  The house looks ransacked.  What the hell is going on?”

“I’m looking for something.”

“Where the hell were you anyway?”

“I was in the bedroom closet, rifling through my boxes.  I must have looked a sight.  I had my ass in the air, bending over the last box when the officers found me.”

“I’m sure there is going to be lots of laughter down at the police station when those officers file their report,” Jared said.

“Did you find what you were after?  What was it, by the way.”

“No, I didn’t find it.”

“Tell me what it is and maybe I know where I put it.  You know I keep track of everything, unlike you.  Your secret places contain tons of stuff you’ll never find again,” he chuckled.

“Don’t be so smug, Mr. Organization.  You know when you say things like that I could really learn to hate you.”

“But you don’t.  Let’s go get some dinner; I’m starving, and I think it’s safe to assume there isn’t anything happening in our kitchen tonight.”

“Okay, give me a second to freshen up and I’ll be with you.”

While he was waiting for Jan, Jared began picking up some of the mess in the living room.  What the hell was she looking for that she had to rifle through everything?  It mustn’t be very big.”

They went to their favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant for dinner.  They met another couple there and shared several bottles of wine before heading home.

He turned on the lights in the bedroom, and it too was torn apart. The floor was littered with storage boxes and piles of clothes; they wouldn’t even be able to get into bed until they cleared if off.  Jared was a little more annoyed now, but when he went into the bathroom and couldn’t even get to his toothbrush, he was pissed.

“What the hell are you looking for Jan?”

“I guess I have to tell you; it was supposed to be a surprise, but I can’t find them.”

“Find what?”

“Well, your Broncos will be in town to play the Cardinals, and I bought tickets. I printed them out and put them somewhere so you wouldn’t find them.  The game is next week, and I can’t find the tickets anywhere.”

“Guess what; I didn’t find them.”

“Yeah, but I can’t find them either.”

“Let’s remove this stuff off the bed and I’ll help you look for them tomorrow.  But first, we’ve got to organize some of these things.  I’m quite sure you don’t need everything here.”

“That’s why there're piles on the floor.  It’s all stuff I’m going to donate.”

He saw his favorite sweatshirt sticking out of the bag.  He yanked it out, and a pair of his comfy sweatpants came with it.  He kept digging in the bag and all of the stuff was his.

“How come there is none of your stuff in the ‘donate’ bag?’ 

“Because all my stuff is good.  I’m sick of always looking at you in the same ole’ things.”

“You take care of your own, and I’ ll handle mine, deal?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Come to bed, we’ll deal with this tomorrow,” he said and slapped her on her bare bottom.

“Ooh,” she said and wiggled her butt at him.  He smacked her again, “feeling cheeky, are we?  I can take care of that.”  He pulled her over his lap and spanked her bottom. She squirmed and complained, but he could tell she was enjoying every little spank.

“Why don’t we do this anymore?” he asked.

“I don’t know.  We stopped when the kids were around and never went back to it, I guess.”

“I think we have to start doing it again.  I think tomorrow while we’re looking for those tickets, we have to look for our little box of toys. What do you think?”

“Hmm,” was what he heard as he worked his fingers into her honeypot.  After some hot monkey sex, they hadn’t had in a while, they fell asleep. When the sun hit them in the eyes in the morning, they were surprised to find themselves still wrapped around each other. 

“I don’t know about you honey, but that was great. We definitely have to look for our little bag of toys.”

She laughed but agreed wholeheartedly.  They hadn’t had such wonderful sex in years.  Not only was it great sex, but she hadn’t slept that well in years.


True to his word, Jared help Jan put everything back where it belonged.  He even agreed to relinquish some of his favorite clothing items if she would do the same.  A comfortable old robe that he wanted to burn for years topped the list.
The walk-in bedroom closet was emptied.  The last box to be pulled out contained their toys. They spent the better part of an hour going through the implements of ‘ass destruction including both a leather and wooden paddle, a suede flogger, a riding crop, a leather slapper.  They also found plugs and clamps of assorted sizes, feathers, furry hand and wrist cuffs.  It was like Christmas morning as they remembered stories of each and every one. 

“Let’s try some of them out,” Jan said.

“No, let's get the rest of this sorted out first,” Jared answered.

Jan pouted, and Jared picked up one of the paddles, “I’m in charge, right.”

“If you are, I want to see you demonstrate your authority, big man.”

He picked up the leather paddle and confirmed his power on her lily white bum.  When it was the prettiest shade of pink, he demonstrated his sexual prowess too.

The hiding place for the tickets remained illusive until Jan cleaned out her purse.  Knowing that Jared never went into her purse, she figured it was the safest place.  She handed them to him and told him to put them somewhere where he could find them.

“I think I’ll put them in the toy bag,” he told her with the most wicked grin on his face.

Some of this story might contain a kernal of truth.  You never know.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.


  1. LOL Sunny...thanks for a fun story. Would love to read more about these two rediscovering their spanky relationship. ;)

    Sure wish I could send some of our rain to you and a majority out to California...we're getting floods here from all the rain and we're scheduled for more this week.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

  2. Hi SG. Super story. Thank you. I agree with Cat would love to read more about these two. I like the name Jared.


    1. Thanks Ronnie - I'm sure Jared will appear again somewhere.

  3. Hi Sunny, cute story, hope these two appear again. Hope the weather cools off a bit for you soon
    love Jan, xx

    1. I never say never. Me too Jan but October isn't that far away now.

  4. Hi Sunny, wonderful fun story, I would love to read more about these two also :) I'm looking forward to spring, the days are starting to get longer.


    1. Maybe on the story.

      It starting to get dark way to early here but it's the way of it.

  5. I'm sure glad Nick doesn't call the police every time the house looks ransacked! This is a great story and one many of us should think about and dust off some of those old toys. I hope you and Ray have.

    1. With my OCD husband, the only ransacking will be on my side. Hope springs eternal.

  6. Lol, I'm laughing at PKs comment!
    I love the name Jared too. It's so strong! Oops course I just remembered students named Jared.... Always happens with names!
    Lively fun story! I too would enjoy more of their awakening! It's never too late!
    Hope you get a larger break in the heat!

    1. I'll see what I can do about a follow up to the story.

  7. This has been a very dry summer here...we usually get 5-7 ninety degree days..working on 22 and they say more to come this weekend...remind me of this in December and January please! Love the re-awakening theme. So has there been some sorting and cleaning out, and discovery going on at your place?
    hugs abby

    1. We've broken every record this year. I'll try to remember but Dec/Jan is a long way away. lol
      Wish I could say there was abby.

  8. Very fun story, Sunny! :) How 'bout those hidden tickets- right there in her very own purse! Sounds like something that I would do these days. LOL!

    That house must have been in some kind of mess! PK's comment about Nick made me LOL! I wonder what happens to Jared and Jan next? Inquiring minds want to know??? :) Glad that you have had some rain there. It is starting to cool down a little in this neck of the woods! Many hugs,

    <3 Katie

  9. Hi Sunny, really loved this story and hoping for a continuation. Will send you some of our rain, I'm so over it. Spring has arrived now though so its starting to warm up again.
    Hugs Lindy


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