Happy New Year – 2017 WOW – how the years do fly. It seems like only yesterday we were all pondering what Y2K would bring, then is was 2012. We’ve survived them all, relatively unscathed for the most part. Here in the good ole USA, we’re all wondering what’s going to happen on January 21st. I can’t say I’m looking forward – hope I am surprised ‘bigly’ (his word, not mine.)
Ray and I had a lovely Christmas week. You can’t beat having close family around at the holidays. My oldest grandson is a sweetie, handsome too and my youngest is a laugh a minute. Just watching his constant motion makes you tired. They’ve gone home now, and the house seems eerily quiet. Can’t wait til we see them all again.
For those of you who may not know, A Cowboy’s Love is out. If you get a chance, why not grab a copy? If you do, let me know what you think. I love getting feedback.
This starts the new year and right now I’m stalling because I need to write a story. No thoughts come to mind, so here goes and what you get, you get. Lol
The hummingbird feeder needed cleaning, so I asked Bill if he would get it for me. He’s not fond of this because for some reason when he tries to remove it from it’s hook, the hummingbirds dive bomb him.
“Why can’t you get it?”
“I’m in the middle of doing something.”
“Why can’t it wait until you’re done?”
“Remind me to tell you that the next time you immediately want something when I am smack dab in the middle of something else.”
“You know darn good and well that when I want something, you are supposed to jump to immediately.”
“Yeah, and when has that ever happened?” He laughed, and I could hear the front door open. The next thing I heard was a string of curse words and I knew the hummingbirds had made their displeasure known. I don’t know why but they never bother me – I simply wait till they’re finished drinking and then they’ll wait up on the awning perch until I return.
“That’s it. I’m never doing that again. You put the damn thing back.”
“Wuss, my husband the wuss.”
“Wuss, huh, I’ll give you wuss. Them there are fightin’ words,” and with that statement came a couple of really firm swats on my backside.
I was drying the items in the sink, and at that moment, my hand made contact with the spatula I used for the morning’s breakfast. Bill had just bent down to pick up something, and there it was, his ass, perfectly placed. I didn’t have to do a thing, the spatula did it all Three firm swats.
“Game on” I heard as he chased me around the kitchen. We were both laughing so hard we couldn’t catch our breath, and I finally let him catch me.
He bent me across the kitchen island and slapped my bottom.
“Is that the best you can do?” I asked
“You want more?”
“As you always say, does a bear poop in the woods?”
Up, over his shoulder I went, as he headed for the bedroom, slapping my ass all the way.
He sat down on the bed, pulling me across his lap. Pappa Bear pulled down my jeans and panties and let loose with a flurry of spanks that soon had me oohing and aahing. He was just beginning to explore the source of my wetness when we heard.
“Is everything all right in there?”
Talk about putting a damper on things, we’d both forgotten that Bill’s mother was still visiting.
“Everything’s fine, Mom,” Bill answered.
“I want to hear from you, Jill. It sounded like you were crying out in pain? If my Bill is acting like a bully, I know just the solution.”
“Everything’s fine Mom. But just for grins and giggles, what’s the solution in case I ever need it.”
“Why, a kitchen spatula, of course.”
A short but sweet story, right? Gotta go now, the hummingbird feeder needs changing. As I scheduled this post I realized that today would have been my dad's 100th birthday. See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.