Monday, September 26, 2016

A New Chapter Begins

It's been a wonderful week weather wise here in Arizona.  Cool enough in the morning to walk and we were actually able to open the windows for a bit for a couple of days.  Hints of what's to come.

The Broncos game is about to start, so I'm signing off now.  Enjoy the story.

The next chapter of their lives began a couple of days after Nancy’s first spanking. The Wednesday deadline was still a day away.  The first few days she treated Bob like a pariah.  As far as she was concerned, he deserved the silent treatment.  Of course, she wasn’t going to call the police, or file for divorce, those were just idle threats on her part.  She liked that he took charge, not that she’d let him know that – that spanking hurt way too much to let him off scot-free.

Nicky hadn’t called, and that worried Nancy.  ‘Maybe Bob was right, and I have gone too far and have alienated our daughter.’ Eager to make things right, Nancy decided to call and invite her to lunch.  The call didn’t go at all the way Nancy planned.

“Hello, Mother.’

“Hi, darling.  How are you?”

“I’m fine.  Mother, did you call to apologize?”

“Actually, I called to invite you to lunch?”

 “Is Phillipe included in this luncheon invitation?”

“No, darling, I thought it could just be the two of us.”

“Sorry, Mother, my calendar is booked solid.  Maybe the four of us could do dinner some evening.  I’ll see if Phillipe is willing to put up with your charming personality for a couple of hours.”

“Nicky, is that any way to talk to me?”

“I’m simply taking a page out of your book. I have to go now, I have another call.” Nancy hung up and started to cry.  She was still crying when Bob came home.

Knowing that she had been purposely ignoring him the last couple of days, he didn’t bother to try to give her any consolation. “Let her break the logjam,’ were his thoughts.  He merely went about his usual routine - fixing a martini and going outside to smoke his cigar and unwind after a grueling day at the office. He was midway through his drink when Nancy came outside.

“Don’t you even care enough about me to ask why I’m crying.”

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now.  For the last couple of days, I thought you were a ghost.”

“Mr. High and Mighty, always right, always perfect.”

“Nancy, I’m not in the mood for your nonsense.  Either tell me what’s bothering you or leave me in peace.”

“Go to hell,” she said and walked back inside. He thought about how much longer he was going to tolerate this recent spate of Nancy’s churlishness.  He fixed himself another drink and decided that when it was done, he would talk to Nancy, either with his voice or his hand – her choice.

What he wasn’t ready for was that when he came inside, she was gone. He checked the garage and her car was still there so he knew she hadn’t gone far.  He went to rinse out his glass and found his cigars shredded in the sink.  ‘that’s it,’ he said to himself.  ‘no more talk, only action.’ Technically he’d given her until Wednesday to apologize but his was no longer about her rudeness to Phillipe and Nicky, this was about her behavior in general.  Figuring there would be no dinner tonight, he fixed himself a sandwich and turned on the news waiting for his wife’s return. 

Nancy still hadn’t returned after he’d cleaned up the kitchen, so he went upstairs to shower. He was midway through the shower when he heard her coming up the stairs.  He quickly finished showering and was toweling off when he saw her enter the bedroom.  He watched her go into the closet and was waiting for her, with bathbrush in hand, when she came out.

Seeing her clad only in her bra and panties gave him a jolt he hadn’t expected.  It reminded him they hadn’t made love in a while, and he would much rather do that than what he was about to do.  He thought about his shredded cigars and his resolve returned.  He grabbed her as she walked past him, either oblivious to what was about to happen or resolved.  He didn’t know which. He pulled her down across his lap and his palm laid into her backside.  Nancy hollered up a storm but smack after smack continued to land on her bottom until his hand stung.

When he stopped, she tried to wiggle her way off his lap.  “This is only the beginning,” he told her and pulled her in closer and brought his leg across hers. 

“It’s not Wednesday yet, I’ll apologize, I promise.” She told him.

“This is more than about that,  this is about your attitude in general Nancy.  You are out of control, and I’m going to rein you in or else.”  With that, he picked up the bathbrush and at the first splat of wood on flesh, Nancy began begging for him to stop.  He didn’t.  He could hear the hitch in her voice and felt the tears on his thigh.  As much as he wanted to stop, he knew it was too soon.  He didn’t want to have to be here again anytime soon. 

Five more smacks and he felt her body go limp.  He put down the bathbrush and finished off the spanking with his hand.  The heat coming off her behind surprised him, and he hoped he hadn’t gone too far. He pulled down her panties,  her bottom was a mass of red blotches where the bathbrush had landed.  A couple of areas would definitely bruise, and it almost brought him to tears to think he had caused them.

He removed his leg from across hers, rubbed her back.  Squirming off his lap, she tried to stand and her knees buckled.  He took her in his arms and hugged her to him.  She snuggled into him,   her tears wetting his shoulder.  He heard her whisper that she was sorry.

“Me too, please don’t make me do this again,” Bob said.

They froze when they heard the doorbell ring.   Soon the door opened, and Nicky’s voice yelled,  “Anybody home?” 

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Fall/Spring - Take your pick

It's the first day of fall here in the good ole USA.  It doesn't mean much to us living in my neck of the woods, but I can remember when I lived where it did.  It was usually that first little hint of cool crispness in the air, the prevalent smell of apples, meaning cider and donuts and the trees started putting on their magnificent extravaganza. I do miss that.

Of course, once the leaves exhibited their glory, they'd fall to the ground and need to be raked but not before kids would run amok among them. I miss that too.

After that though, this stuff came down from the sky.  At first, it was a beautiful sight to behold, but then...   I don't miss that.

Happy Fall

 Happy Spring to those 'down under'

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Monday, September 19, 2016

An Opinionated Woman

Wow, can you believe it is the 19th of September?  Change of seasons officially begins this week.  I don't want to think about how quickly the last three months of this year will fly by. Speaking of time flying, time went backward for me last week.

Ray and I were talking to another couple and age raised its head.  When asked how old I was I blurted out a number.  Ray said you will not, you'll only be __. I thought about it and he was right, I had been convincing myself I was going to be a year older than I actually would be.  I'm younger than I thought. WOOHOO

Have a good week everyone and I'm hoping I'll get back here a little more often. Life is busy but I'm not complaining.

The magic fairy showed up and here is a new story for this week.  Do you know how many of these Monday stories I've written?  I think I might go back and take a look.

Nicky Kohler grew up the very spoiled daughter of Nancy and Bob Kohler.  The funny thing was it never dawned on Nicky to act like a spoiled brat.  Everyone liked her and for good reason, she was not only charming, sweet, generous and loyal to a fault but beautiful besides.  She was her father’s daughter.  Bob Kohler was the same way – not Nancy.

Oh, Nancy could be charming and personable when the occasion called for it, but she could be a grade A bitch too.  Nancy loved Bob and for the most part, he was never the object to her bitchiness.  When he was, he simply walked away and let her work through her rants. He threatened a spanking now and then, but she'd just laugh at his threats and continue. Nicky just chalked her mother’s moods up to her being ‘high-strung,' at least that’s what her grandma used to say about Nancy.

The three of them lived together in harmony until Nicky announced her engagement to Phillipe on Valentine’s Day. They planned to marry in August so Phillipe could begin his new position as a teacher.  They wanted a couple of weeks for a honeymoon before settling into their new life in Spain.

None of this set well with Nancy, starting with Phillipe.  Phillipe was of Moroccan descent which ruffled Nancy’s feathers.  He was all the things that could be said of his future wife.  Together, they were beautiful – a couple in stunning contrast. Nicky of bright blue eyes, creamy white skin and blonde hair next to Phillipe’s caramel colored skin, coffee colored piercing eyes and dark brown, almost black hair.

Phillipe had come to Bates University for his junior year of college on a work-study program offered by his university in Spain.  He met Nicky, and they fell in love.  When Phillipe’s year was up, Nicky traveled with him back to his home in Costa del Sol, Spain for the summer. His family welcomed her with open arms and a love affair with Phillipe’s family, and Costa del Sol developed leaving Nicky to know that she wanted to emigrate there when she was finished with school.  Nancy was not pleased with the thought of losing her daughter to another country and did everything she could to break up the relationship between her daughter and Phillipe.

Phillipe graduated and instead of accepting a position at home, accepted an internship at Bates College so he and Nicky could be together her final year in school.  Nancy’s plan to alienate Phillipe at every turn was thwarted by not only Nicky but her husband as well.  Bob saw how happy Nicky was and how well Phillipe treated her, and he was willing to turn over the care of his little girl to this sweet, charming man.  Several times he told Nancy not to interfere, to let things run their course.  For a time, Nancy would cease her vocal barbs to and about Philippe but never for long.

Finally, Philippe talked with Nicky and said that he would no longer accompany her on her trips to visit her parents.  She understood his position and cajoled him into it one more time, the occasion of their engagement announcement.  Nancy was beside herself and began haranguing Phillipe until he walked out the door, Nicky followed after telling her mother she was acting like a shrew.

“How dare you talk to me like that?”

“Have you ever listened to yourself, Mother?  Until you apologize to Phillippe, I won’t be back to visit.”

This last incident was finally the straw that urged Bob into action.  When Nicky walked out the door, he and Nancy had an argument. 

“I’ve listened and put up with your unruly behavior our whole married life.  That stops today.  From now on, I expect you to behave.  You will apologize to Phillipe and I will not hear another bad word about him, either in his presence or not.  Do you know how much you hurt our daughter by your ridiculousness?”

“I do not?”

“Yes, you do.  Ask Nicky the next time, if your daughter ever decides to speak to you again.  She loves that man and his family and every time you utter a slur against them; it breaks her heart. No wonder she’ll be happy to move to Spain.  At least, she won’t have to listen to you denigrate her man or her choices.”

“Well, I think she can do so much better, and I have a right to my opinion.”

“You do have a right to your opinion, and we’ve heard that opinion for far too long . You are to curb your tongue, and you will be telling that to Phillipe when you apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing.”
“Oh yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“This isn’t a request, Nancy.  You will either apologize to I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for some time.”
“I will not be told what to do.”

“Fine, you leave me no choice.”  He took hold of her and led her to the kitchen.  He grabbed a spatula from the crock on the counter, sat down on a chair and upended Nancy across his lap. He landed a couple of hard-handed swats on her backside.  She raised up a storm, hollering and kicking and promising bodily harm and lawsuits. The more she carried on, the harder Bob’s resolve became.  He pushed up her skirt and lowered her panties.  There was already a faint pink glow on her backside that he intended to color to a dark red. 

The spatula landed on bare flesh with a loud splat and Nancy almost came up off his lap. He tucked her in closer and administered ten more swats to her bottom and for good measure another ten to her thighs before letting her up.

“Now you go do what you want, but apologizing to Phillipe will be one I want.  If you don’t apologize by Wednesday, you’re going to find yourself right back here.  One more thing, I want to hear the apology and it had better meet my satisfaction.  Do you understand?”

“I’m calling an attorney.”

“You do that.  Tell Bob Kinsey that you got spanked for your rudeness, he’ll laugh all the way to the courthouse.”

“Asshole,” she said in a voice filled with venom.

“You have no idea what havoc you have finally wrought, my dear wife.  I love you, but I will no longer put up with your constant harangues. So if divorce is in the cards, you go for it.”
Nancy ran to her bedroom and lay down on the bed, on her tummy.  Her ass was too stingy even to think of it making contact with something other than air.  She thought about her daughter and what Bob had said and realized that he was right.  She hadn’t done anything but strengthen the bond between Nicky and Philippe while distancing herself from her daughter.  She’d have to change her tactics, starting with the apology to Phillippe.

After a bit, Bob came to check on her.  Nancy was asleep, he threw a blanket over her and sat in the chair watching her.  Her eyelids kept fluttering, so she knew she was dreaming.  He wondered what kind of thoughts were rolling around in that beautiful head, and he chuckled to himself.  Good or bad he was in it for the long run, and he knew that Nancy was too.  

He couldn’t wait to turn the page on this brand new chapter in their lives.

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Monday, September 12, 2016

Are you kidding me?

Monday again, it comes around way too quickly. Reached another anniversary yesterday, one which is not celebrated, but mourned.  Mourned for the loss of life and mourned for a way of life that has changed forever. Everyone was affected by that fateful day in one way or another.   My heart goes out to those who perished and those who live with the loss of that horrific event.  Let us never forget.  

On a lighter note, here's this weeks story.  

Are you kidding me? That has to be wrong,” Adam told the cashier.

“I’m sorry, sir, but the card was declined. Do you want to call them.”

“Oh, I’ll be calling them, but not now.” He reached for another card from his wallet. “Use this one?”

“I’m sorry, that card is also declined too.”

“That can’t be,” Adam said.  “You must be doing something wrong.” 

The cashier called over her supervisor and explained the situation.

“I’m sorry you’re having difficulty, Sir.  Let’s try this again.

The card was still declined.  “Let me a call and see what I can find out for you.”

The woman called the company and spoke to several people before coming back to him.

“I’m sorry sir, but your credit card has been cancelled.  Apparently, this is a joint card and Eleanor Worth has cancelled this card, as is her right.” 

Adam was livid.  He tried three more cards before switching to his debit card.  He only hoped that Eleanor hadn’t put a hold on that account too.  She hadn’t.  He completed the purchase and left the store, so upset he almost left the package behind.

Eleanor was not home when he arrived.  It was a good thing because his anger was at an all time high.  How dare she embarrass him that way? She better have a damn good reason for cancelling those cards and an even better one for not telling him.
Eleanor breezed in about an hour later and was immediately set upon by her husband.

“How dare you close our credit card accounts, especially without telling me?”

“Adam,  you told me to curtail my spending.  So since I couldn’t use credit cards anymore, I saw no reason to keep them open.  I called the company and found out that I was the original owner, you were only an additional signer. I didn’t realize you would be inconvenienced. I assumed you had your own cards to use. Sorry."

 She didn’t look the least bit sorry, and there was a slight smirk on her face when she said sorry.

When they were first married, Eleanor made much more money than he did and her credit had been firmly established.  Adam had just finished school, was deep in debt with student loans and as a matter of ease, she merely added his name to her accounts. This continued until last month.  Mark was on his high horse about the credit card bill and told her to stop using credit cards. He said she was overspending, and she wasn’t to buy anything superfluous.  They had an argument about what he considered unnecessary that ended with her over his knee getting a good hard spanking.  She didn’t see how she deserved this spanking.  After all, she was a responsible woman, had managed their household accounts all these years and saw no reason for his demands.  She told him the bill was unusually high because she had to buy a gift for his secretary and an anniversary gift for their youngest son.  He dismissed her explanation out of hand.  Upset, because she felt her spanking wasn’t justified she thought about how she could get even. 

That was when it dawned on her to get a list of all their accounts and see which ones had been originally hers.  It wasn’t that difficult, and she realized that although she continued to gather credit cards in her name alone, her husband hadn’t done the same.  He still relied on her accounts, so she called the companies and closed the accounts. 

That was two weeks ago. She saw no need to tell him, let him find out for himself.  Today must have been the day.

She went about putting away the groceries as her husband stood there glaring at her.

“You knew I didn’t have any other cards.”

“How would I know that?  I’ve acquired other cards without your name being on the account. I didn't realize you hadn’t done the same."

“You pay the bills.”

“Yes, I do.  But as long as I have receipts and they match the bills, that is all I’m concerned about, not whether it’s your card or mine.”

“Well, Ms. Smarty Pants, I don’t want you using your debit card without my prior permission.  I know we opened those accounts jointly.”

“Fine by me.” She told him and went right over to her purse and handed over the debit cards.

That really took the wind out of his sails and left him looking like the ass he was.  Eleanor didn’t care, she could always write a check for groceries, and if she wanted to buy something, she had her own cards and her own money in a small trust fund left to her by her grandmother.

He wanted to spank that smug attitude right out of her, but thought better of it.  Instead, he smacked her behind a couple of good cracks and left the kitchen and went to order new credit cards of his own.


Adam hadn’t received any of his new credit cards yet so he was still using his debit card for everything, including gas.  Unfortunately for him, his card had been hacked the last time he needed gas, and once he reported it was stolen, it was useless. 

There he was, at the ATM trying to get cash only to find out he had been locked out of his account.  He was forced to call his wife to ask for her intervention.

“But honey, I don’t have a debit card.  You asked for it, and I gave it to you, remember.

“It’s on my dresser.”

“But I’m not home.  You’ll have to find another way.”  She had pulled in the driveway, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. With that, she disconnected the call and refused to answer his callback.  She chuckled to herself as she pictured him standing in front of the ATM, steam coming out of his ears. She knew she was acting like a  bitch, but his attitude since he’d made partner was completely unacceptable.  He was overbearing and thinking everyone should bend to his will.   That may be all well and good at the firm, but it was not going to stand at home. Even their children had noticed the change. She had been his partner for thirty years and expected better treatment.

Eleanor knew she’d end up with another spanking, but this one she’d gladly accept but not until she let him have it with both barrels.  He would hear what she had to say whether he liked it or not. 

She was in the bedroom when she heard a car pull in the driveway.  She peeked out the window and wasn’t surprised to see Adam storming into the house.  He must have taken the stairs two at a time because he was in front of her and pulling her over his knee in record time.  He reached under his side of the bed to access his arsenal and came up with the acrylic wand.  It had been in that bag a long time, purchased back when they had to be silent because of little ears.  She should have destroyed it years ago, but now it was being used to bring her to justice.  It was definitely an implement of ‘ass destruction,’ and she knew, she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably anytime soon.

He smacked her butt with reckless abandon, not giving her time to catch her breath much less speak her piece, which was probably a good thing for her bottom. Each time she tried to get away, he would bring her in closer and continue the assault.  Her butt was numb by the time he stopped, his anger and her guilt assuaged.

He let her up and took her in his arms.  “Can we stop this shit now?” he asked.

“You started it, Mr. Big Shot Partner.”

“You do know that thing is still right here next to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, and if you want to keep all your parts, you won’t be using it again, anytime soon.”

He laughed, she smiled.


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Friday, September 9, 2016


This is a quick post to ask for  your good wishes, prayers and health for our friend, Ella from Ella's Ever After.
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You know she and her husband have been planning a big trip across the pond.  She put a lot of time in trying to fit in a Shakespearean play at the Globe, visiting with some of you who live across the pond, and then onto some WWII sites.  Unfortunately, she must have worn herself  out because our very own Ami told us that she was too ill to do the play and several of the other things she planned.

Get well Ella and best wishes for enjoying the remainder of your trip.

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Monday, September 5, 2016

The Country Girl

Happy Monday Everyone.  Labor Day here in the US - a holiday.  Those on the east coast are getting pelted with rain while we here in the western part are still dealing with the heat.  I heard the weatherman say we have another 30 to 35 days to go.  Yahoo.  

Last week was a busy one for me and I didn't have much time for writing so I've dug into the archives and came up with this story. Enjoy, even if it is a reread.

Kyle Michaels was driving home after a long shift as a Camp Counselor at Camp Cahuenga, thinking he hated that summer was almost over but excited about the following week. Off to college next week on a basketball scholarship, his whole life was about to change. For now, though, it was one of those perfect summer evenings, and as he drove along in his brother’s hand me down Plymouth convertible, the wind ruffling through his hair and his favorite station playing on the radio, for him life was as good as it gets.

Suddenly, out of the darkness, someone jumped out in front of the car. He slammed on the brakes and swerved to the left, barely missing the person.  He was cursing about the stupidity of the action when he saw it was a young girl.

“Help, please, help,” she yelled at him.  He steered the car to the side of the road and hopped out as she ran to him.

“I need help, come quick,” as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the wooded glen.
As they raced along the pine-covered trail, he noticed the girl was soaking wet and barefoot, but it didn’t slow her down at all.  When they reached the river, he saw the predicament.  Someone else was clinging to a tree limb overhanging the riverbank.

“Hang on, Sarah; we’re coming.”

The swollen river, fueled by a couple of days of heavy rain, was flowing rapidly.  Kyle immediately dove in.  A strong swimmer, it only took him seconds to reach the stranded girl and pull her to shore.

“What the hell are you two doing out here in the dark.  Don’t you know it’s dangerous even in the daytime?  Didn’t you see the warning sign about dangerous currents?”  Kyle practically screamed at them.

He knew he was spitting out one question after another, but this whole dangerous situation made him angry. He could have killed that girl that jumped in front of his car and then the recklessness of swimming alone in a deserted area in the dark of night had caused his temper to boil over.  He noticed the girls shaking and as he calmed down, he too felt the chill of the breeze on his wet skin.  He herded them toward his car where he had a blanket and a jacket to offer.

“Get in the car,” he directed them.  They hesitated.

“Now you’re worried about getting into the car with a stranger after the stunt you just pulled.  The two of you deserve a good hard spanking.”

The girls looked at each other, giggled, and jumped into the back seat.  Kyle got in, put up the top and cranked on the heater. Turning around to face them huddled together under the blanket he finally asked them their names and where they lived.

“I’m Brenda Davis,” said the one who jumped in front of the car, “and this is Sarah Miller.  We’re cousins and are visiting our grandparents who live over on Old Mill Road.”

“Why that has to be over a mile from here, how did you get here?”

“We were tubing.”

“In the river, in the dark without life jackets, do you have any brains at all?” he asked incredulously.

“Listen, Buster.  We’ve just had a harrowing experience and don’t need scolding, so just take us home,” Brenda told him.

Kyle couldn’t believe what he just heard.  Before he did something he was going to be truly sorry for, he turned the car around and headed toward Old Mill Road.  Turning left on Old Mill Road, Brenda directed him to their grandparent’s house. At one time, it belonged to Otis Anderson, but sold after his death, and although he didn’t know the new owner, maybe his parents did.

He stopped the car and stepped around to open the passenger door.  He started to walk them to the door, and Brenda snippily told him that wouldn’t be necessary.

“I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but here a gentleman always escorts a lady, and I’m using that term loosely, to the door and sees her safely inside.”  He heard Sarah snicker and the loud hmpf from Brenda. 

Brenda walked in first, with Sarah following.  She handed him his blanket, said thank you for coming to their rescue, then slowly closed the door, leaving him standing there.  Shaking his head, he walked to the car and drove the rest of the way home.


Kyle Michaels came back to Haven Port to spend Labor Day with his folks at their annual end of summer party. After college, he took a job in the city but managed to get back to Haven Port every couple of months. He was always on the lookout for any job within fifty miles of Haven Port and if something came up, he would move back in a heartbeat. 

His folks, always happy to have him home, took him to dinner the night of his arrival.

“Mom, I eat out all the time.  I was looking forward to some home-cooked meals,” he told her.

“Sorry, about that, but what with getting ready for the party tomorrow, I didn’t have the time or the space to worry about dinner tonight.  You’ll just have to come home more often or find yourself a wife.”

“Let’s not start that, please.”  He laughed at his mother’s frown.

They went to Jack’s Son Hole in the Wall.  It was an institution in Haven Port and practically the town center.  If you needed or wanted to hear or catch up on the latest news, you were bound to learn about it at the Hole as the locals called the place. The hostess guided them to a table. They stopped and said hello to everyone along the way. She handed them menus and said their server would be right with them.

“Mom, do you know our hostess’ name.  She looks familiar.”

“Honey, that’s Brenda Davis.  Her grandparents live over on Old Mill Road, and she moved here shortly after Millicent Davis suffered a stroke.  I think you were in college at the time.  Anyway, she lives here now.”

“I thought she looked familiar.”

“Honey, I don’t think you know her; she didn’t move here until after you left.”

“Oh, no. The summer I left for college she was here visiting her grandparents.  She and a cousin decided to go river tubing at night and ended up in trouble.  Luckily, I happened along, helped them out and drove them home.  She was a rude little brat.”

“Well, she’s grown up now.”

“She sure is.” As she walked away, he noticed the sway of her long ponytail swishing back and forth across a cute little ass.  He remembered wanting to spank that ass because she was such a brat. 

On the way out of the restaurant, Brenda Davis still armed the Hostess Desk. Kyle couldn’t resist.

“Have you done any more nighttime river tubing?” he asked.

“Excuse me, do I know you?”

“I’m not sure knowing me is the exact term, but my name is Kyle Michaels, and I was the one who rescued your cousin the night of your teenage tubing adventure.”

“OMG.  I never even thanked you.    I was so scared I just wanted to get home and feel safe. The next day, I realized I didn’t know your name, or where you lived. Let me buy you dinner to thank you for that evening; I feel it’s only right having behaved so badly.”

“You definitely were a brat.  I’ll tell you what; my folks are having an end of summer party tomorrow, why don’t you come.  We can talk about dinner then.”

“I’ll be sure to stop by.   The Michaels place over on Heritage Drive, correct.”

“I do love small towns, yes that’s the place.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kyle told her.  


People had been coming and going to the Michaels party all day.  Kyle had kept an eye out for Brenda but hadn’t seen her make an appearance.  He kept busy, though, an eligible bachelor who was tall, tanned and charming, wasn’t at a loss for female company.  A steady stream of ladies sought him out, some old friends among them but mostly newbies, at least to him.  Since he only visited Haven Point, he had no intention of getting involved with any of them.  He dated often but hadn’t yet found anyone to hold his interest beyond a few months.  Apparently, his dating pool wasn’t wide enough, and he should cast a larger net because he kept meeting the same woman with different names.

He was standing in the corner talking to an old high-school chum when he saw her enter the deck.  She must have come from work because she wasn’t dressed as casually as the other party-goers.  He excused himself and walked over to her.

“Hello, Brenda.  Glad you could make it.”

“Thank you Kyle.  It would have been rude of me not to, especially after the last time.”

“I think we can chalk that up to teenage angst, don’t you?”

“I’d like that, then we can start fresh.  I haven’t seen you since that evening, not sure I would have recognized you except for your memory jog, but I assume you no longer live in Haven Port.”

“No, I left for college right after our initial encounter and after college took a job in the city.  I love it here though and wouldn’t mind living here.  It was a good place to grow up and judging by my parents, a good place to grow old.”

“I agree with you about a good place to live.  I came temporarily and ended up permanent.  It’s not the best place for an unattached female however.  I think all the good men leave and then come back with a city girl.”

Kyle laughed at her comment.  “I haven’t found that city girl, so I guess I can’t come back to stay yet,” he joked.

They continued to banter back and forth, and Kyle enjoyed her company. He learned she was in her sophomore year of college when she came back to care for her grandmother. She had a degree in Art History and when she wasn’t working at the restaurant, used her time to pursue her passion of painting. The library had some of her work on display, and she was the featured artist in the courthouse this month. She told him she sold her work at local shows and hoped that one of these days she’d be discovered by some visiting gallery owner and would no longer be a starving artist.

“I’m really not starving. The restaurant job pays the bills and gives me the days to work on my art and that is what soothes my soul.”

 “I would love to see some of your work.”

“See my etchings, huh.  That line is even too old for you,” she laughed.

“Too old, huh.  What do you think I am, ancient?”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “Would I say that to such a chivalrous gentleman?”

“I’m not too senile to know when I’m being pricked.  Watch out, because I spank spunky  girls.”

“So you said once before.  So far, all you’ve done is threaten.”

“Girl, you don’t want to go down that road.”

“Maybe, I do,” She took a sip of her drink.

Taken aback, Kyle just looked at her.  “Left you speechless, did I?” she asked.

“Yes, you did.  I think this conversation should be continued over dinner.  Are you ready to leave now?”

“It’s your party.”  He found his dad and said he was leaving and didn’t know when he would be back.  He had no idea where this evening would end, but he was going to enjoy the explorations.

He drove to River’s Edge a quaint restaurant, not far out of town.  He asked for a quiet table outside.

“Shall we order a bottle of wine?” he asked.

“Do you need alcohol to continue our earlier conversation?”

“I don’t, do you?” He smiled back.  He had never had a conversation like this before.

“No, I don’t.  You probably think I’m forward, but I know what I want and life is too short to play games.  I’m pretty choosy with whom I share my ‘kink’. I live in a small town, but I think you are a gentleman and aren’t into kiss and tell; I hope I’m not wrong.

“You’re not wrong.  I’ll say one thing, you are different than any girl I’ve ever met.  Girls are usually not quite as up front with what they want.  Right now though, I want dinner, I’m starving.  How about you?”

“Dinner is fine, and then I’ll tell you what I want for dessert.”

Kyle had a feeling he knew exactly what she wanted for dessert, and he would be only to happy to deliver. He chuckled to himself. Brandy surprised him again by ordering a steak, baked potato and asparagus and ate every bite. Such an interesting girl. Most girls ordered a full dinner and then played around with it the whole time.  He hated that, it was a waste of money.

When the server came to clear the plates and handed her the dessert menu, her answer  surprised him.

“I know what I’m having for dessert, and it isn’t on the menu, but thank you anyway.”

She turned to Kyle and asked him if he was ready for dessert.

“Quite ready.”

“Since I’m staying at my parents, do you have a place of your own or should I be looking for a hotel room somewhere?”

“Out on Old Mill Road, you remember right. I have my own garage apartment, not to worry. We won’t disturb or be disturbed.”

Arriving at the house, she directed him to the back. She ran up the stairs to the apartment. At the top, she crooked her finger toward him, turned around and stuck out her bum. His pants tightened.

“You really are something Ms. Davis.  I’m going to enjoy spanking that pert little bottom.”

“Talk is cheap.”

“That’s it.”  She watched him roll up his sleeves and felt the tingling in her tummy while her bottom clenched in anticipation of what was to come.  “Do you need a lecture or a reason for me to spank you or do we just get to it.”

“If you’re the kind of man I think you are, you’re in charge so whether this is the first or last time, either by my choice or yours, it is up to you.”

He slowly pulled her sundress over her head, grazing her breast on the way.  His hands snaked down her body, rolling her panties off her hips and down her thighs, calves and ankles.  He smacked her legs.

“Step out.” He ordered.  She hesitated for just a moment, and he smacked her ass hard and she sucked in her breath.

“Go stand in that corner, nose to the wall, while I decide what I am going to do with you,” he ordered.  Her body twitched. He moved a kitchen chair to the middle of the floor, making sure to make enough noise to see if she would react. If she sneaked a look he would smack her again. She didn’t.   After a few moments, he called her to him and made her stand between his legs.  Naked and vulnerable, she didn’t look as sure of herself as she had earlier.

He lifted her chin to look at him, but she kept her eyes downcast.  “Look at me! I’ve decided I’m going to give you the spanking you deserved the night we first met. You certainly had it coming for your reckless behavior as well as being an absolute brat.

What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing, sir.”  He liked that response; it made him feel dominant, and he needed that because this was a totally new experience for him. Other spankings had always been in the heat of the moment, not like this.

He pulled her over his knee and waited as she adjusted herself, hands on the rungs of the chair and toes touching the floor. He placed his hand on her creamy white globes and slowly began rubbing his hands up and down her back, her buttocks and her thighs.  He heard her sigh and that’s when he rained down the first smack.  The noise rang out in the quiet of the night.  He smacked her again and heard her sigh again.  The next ten smacks came one right after another, in the same spot in the middle of her ass.  As her ass started to pink, his pants started getting tighter.  He raised his knee, giving him some relief but not Brandy.  Now he had full access to the crease and laid another volley of hard spanks on her bottom.

He stopped spanking.  “How are you doing Brandy?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Do you need me to continue?”

“By all means, Sir.”

He needed no further encouragement.  He spanked her hard, first on one cheek, then the other.  He could feel the heat in her bottom and switched to her thighs. When a particularly hard smack landed on her crease and caught part of her pussy, he felt her body go rigid and she cried out. He spanked the same area until she stopped shuddering and went back to spanking her bottom with his now wet hand. When his hand was about to fall off, he stopped.

“There, now tell me you’re sorry and you won’t be doing anything that reckless again.”

“I’m sorry, sir, and I won’t do anything that reckless again.”

“Get up and go stand back in the corner, with your hands on your head, until I tell you to turn around.”

Brandy walked to the corner.  There were red blotches all over her bottom, it had to be throbbing and he yearned to rub away some of the sting, but he didn’t dare.  Five minutes later, he released her from the corner, not sure what to expect.

She came toward him.  “Thank you. I needed that.  I can see what you need and I can help, if you’d like.”  Without waiting for an answer, she kneeled down, grabbed at his crotch, unzipped the zipper as his rock hard penis sprang loose.  It didn’t take long for her to bring him over the edge. 

She stood up, went to the bathroom sink and brought him a wet cloth, and went back to the bathroom.  When she returned wearing a short robe, he had put himself back together and put the chair back in place.  Not sure what to say or do, he didn’t have to worry.

“Thank you Kyle.  I needed that and I think you needed the closure.  The next time you are back in Haven Port, we can do this again, if you like.”  She reached over, kissed him on the cheek and opened the door to the outside.

“Drive carefully.” He heard as the door closed behind him.  Definitely, the most interesting girl I’ve met so far. Who needs a city girl?