Monday, April 24, 2017

Life Never Remains the Same

Hope everyone had a good week.  I know I did. 

BTW, Ella has written a book review on Finding Home. Why not go over and if you haven't already read the story, maybe it will tweak you enough to pick up a copy.  If you have read, would you please consider going on Amazon and writing a review. PK's looks so lonely.

I finally did it - I wrote a new story.  The first words I've written in weeks.  Hope you enjoy.

Alison was moving to back to a place she never thought she would.  Life didn’t always give you what you want, but it always gave you what you needed.

When Alison left Bound Brook to go to college, she never planned on returning.  Oh, she expected to visit occasionally, her father was still there, but a quick in and out visit was all she planned.  It had worked well for ten years but then her father became ill and needed help.  As much as she hated the thought of giving up her life in the city, her father’s needs usurped her own so she subleased her apartment and moved back to her hometown.

Not much had changed since she’d left to go to college.  Bound Brook was still a small town, surrounded by rolling hills and farmland.  Good fishing in the lake brought in lots of summer visitors and even some hardy souls in the winter.  Her dad’s place, Walt’s Fish and Tackle, had been around forever and had provided a good living for her and her mother. She wondered how she was going to manage her dad and the business.  Enter Micah Johnson

Micah Johnson had gone to school with Alison Brady.  He was a BMOC and full of himself. Not that he didn’t have the right –he was gorgeous with his black wavy hair and green eyes. He was the star of the football team, the baseball team and debate captain.  Of course, he was voted Most Likely to Succeed in the Senior yearbook and crowned king of the Senior Prom.  Other than an occasional nod, Alison Brady was not on his radar. 

During one of her visits from college, she learned that Micah had given up his football scholarship at the state university to join the Armed Forces.  She didn’t hear again until she read in the papers that he had been seriously wounded and was being discharged.  Months later, on one of her visits home, she ran into him downtown.  She stopped and re-introduced herself to him thanking him for his service and asked how he was making the transition back to civilian life.

“I know who you are Alison.  Thank you.  I’m doing okay,” he responded.  His voice was flat and though he was still gorgeous,  his smile was not reflected in his eyes.  The spark was gone.  After a few more minutes of meaningless conversation, Alison moved on.  Occasionally, over the years she would give him a thought but that was as far as it went.

Her dad never mentioned he had hired Micah Johnson when he first began feeling the effects of his illness, so it was both a surprise and relief to Alison to learn that the business was being handled and was one less worry.  One her first evening home, Micah Johnson came by with a pizza and a six-pack of beer and she re-introduced herself once again.

“I know all about you Alison Brady.  You are the apple of your dad’s eye and I’m glad you’ve finally come back into his life.”

She felt a little put off by his remark.  She was always in her dad’s life, maybe not her physical presence but there were phone calls and occasional visits. 

“I’m not sure you know anything about me, Micah.”

“I know you through your dad and his photo albums.  He has shared them with me on many an occasion.  I don’t see many recent photos though.  Why is that?”

There was that guilt again.  “Are you criticizing me, Micah?”

“No, just making observations.”

And so it went.  Alison learned that Micah had been coming by every evening to keep Walt company and report on the day’s business.  Now, she would occasionally invite him to have dinner with them and Micah began getting to know Alison from more than the photo albums.

Neither of them had ever experienced serious relationships – Micah because of his PTSD and Alison because she never took the time.  Her career had come first and now that her career was on hold, she realized for the first time, just how empty her life really was.

As her dad’s condition worsened, she leaned on Micah more and more.  He was more than willing to be the shoulder on which she shed her tears.  Many a night, they shed them together as Walt faded further and further away.

The day before Walt passed, the three of them sat together in Walt’s room.  He was brighter than he had been in days.  They spoke of life and as he began to fade, Walt asked Alison to get a box down from his closet.  She found the box and handed it to him.

“No, it’s for you, after I’m gone.  Promise me, to not open until then.”

“I promise, Daddy, but don’t go anytime soon.”  He smiled a beatific smile and drifted off to sleep.  By morning he was gone.

Several days after the funeral, she and Micah met in the attorney’s office.  To Allison, it was a formality, after all, she was her dad’s only living relative and assumed she would be the sole beneficiary of his estate. 

She was and she wasn’t.  The house was hers, provided she continued to live in it for one year.  If by the end of that year she wasn’t married, the house was to be sold and the proceeds donated to the local VFW.  The contents and the insurance was hers to do with as she chose.

Walt’s Fish and Tackle was left to Micah under the same stipulations.

It took neither of them long to figure out just what Walt had in mind. 

“So what are we going to do about this?” she asked Micah.

“What do we have to lose?  We’re both unattached and we already have a friendship.  Marriages have started with less.”

“I guess you’re right.”

So they started dating as if they were getting together for the very first time.  Micah learned that Alison was fiercely independent and had a temper, Alison learned that Micah, although a patient man, would only take so much bossing around before he nipped it in the bud.

Their first altercation came about a month after they began their ‘new relationship’.  It began as a silly spat and escalated when Alison threw a dish she was drying at Micah.  It sailed a little too close for comfort to Micah’s head and crashed into the far wall.

The look on Micah’s face told Alison she had gone too far.  She immediately said she was sorry and went to pick up the pieces.

“Not so fast, Ms. Brady.”  He grabbed her arm as she passed him and pushed her against the kitchen counter.  He picked up a spatula from the sink and lit into her behind.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“I should think it obvious,” he replied.

Alison was not amused, she stomped on his foot and he howled with pain.  “That’s it.  The next thing she knew her capris and panties were down around her knees and she was getting her butt reddened but good.  She railed against him as he brought down the spatula again and again on her already 'on fire' bottom.  Words he hadn’t heard since he left the marines, came out of her mouth and as each verbal assault reached his ears, his hand gathered steam and applied it to her ass.  It was almost as red as the spatula he held in his hand when he finally determined she had enough.  He dropped it on the counter and bent to help pull up her clothing.

“Don’t you dare!” she said in a most hateful tone.

He didn’t listen. 

“Do you need more spanking?”

“No, I need you to take me in your arms, carry me up to my bedroom and ride me hard.”

“What?” he couldn’t believe he heard her right.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear what I said.” she said bossily.

He heard and he did as she asked.  He dropped her on the bed and was on her like white on rice before she had a chance to change her mind.  No foreplay, no condom, no sweet nothings – just pure unadulterated lust.

Afterward, they lay there spent and sweaty. Finally, Micah looked at her.  He had a sheepish look on his face.  “I’m sorry I got carried away.”

“I’m not, Alison told him.“I think we may have found our stride, Micah.  What do you think?”

“I think your dad knew just what he was doing. Speaking of that, I know it might not be any of my business but what did your Dad have in that box he gave you on his last day.”

“You know, I’d forgotten all about that.”  She got up and padded to her Dad’s old room.  The box was still on the floor next to his bed.  She carried it back to her room.  As she sat on the bed, she winced a bit at the soreness in her behind and smiled.  Opening the box, she found a locket of her mother’s, a skate key, a silver dollar and assorted other odds and ends.  It wasn’t until she had emptied all of the contents that she found the note.  It was scrawled on a piece of paper in her dad’s handwriting.

To My Daughter,
Life is not bound or determined by geographic locations.  You can live a fulfilling life in a small town or a big city – it all depends on you.  Life is meant to be shared – share it, share it with someone special – the joy it brings will last long after the accolades of fame and fortune have faded away.
                                                            Love you to pieces.

The tears flowed as she read those last cherished words.  She looked at Micah.  “Do you think maybe we found our special someone’s in each other?”

“I think maybe we have.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017



1.  To keep potatoes from budding, 
Place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.


Buy a box of mashed potato mix,
Put it in the cupboard and it will keep for a year.

2.  When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking tin, use some of the dry cake mix instead.
There won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.


Go to the bakery.
Hell, they'll even decorate it for you

3.  cure for headaches:  Take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead.
The throbbing will go away


Take a lime, mix it with tequila, add ice and drink
All your pains will go away.

4. Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use
in casseroles and sauces


Leftover wine????? Hello!!!

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, April 17, 2017

A Lucky Guy

Hello everyone - hope everyone had a good weekend and if you celebrated easter, it was an outstanding day.  Quiet here, just us - by choice.  We've been busy lately and it was nice not to have to worry about being somewhere at a specific time or whether or not dinner was going to turn out fine.

This past week I've been trying to clean up my computer a little.  I have been remiss in deleting unwanted and unused items and it is out of control.  I haven't even saved my stories in the folder but just saving them so they are willy-nilly everywhere.  When I first saw the story below I didn't even think I'd written it.   I couldn't figure out why it was on my computer if I hadn't written it.   Well as I read further down, things started coming back.  However, I thought that if I couldn't remember writing it, perhaps some of you wouldn't remember reading it and others might be new to AR since it first saw the light of day.    So it's another rerun.

He walked in the door, removed his jacket and hung it in the closet.  He walked to the patio door and her eyes widened when she saw him. Very deliberately, he began rolling up his shirtsleeves.  Although his eyes were glued on her, he showed no expression.  It was when he unbuckled his belt and slowly removed it from the loops that she began to shiver.  She knew what was coming. He doubled the belt in is hand, making sure to hold onto the buckle and without a word used the hand holding the belt to gesture her to come to him.  Doing as she was bid, he pushed her over the back of the couch so that her bottom stuck out.  He flipped up her short skirt so that it covered her back and with one finger yanked down her panties to rest at her knees. He admired her perfect heart shaped bottom and tanned long legs and noted a slight tremor in her legs.  They both knew if he dipped his fingers into her nether lips they would come away wet with her juices.  The longer he made her wait, without words or action, the wetter she would be.  Soon, he would be able to see the juice running down her thighs.

She woke with a start, this had been a recurring dream since the night he spanked her for the first time.  She would never have thought a spanking could excite her as much as it did and continue to invade her thoughts and dreams weeks afterward.  Her hand reached out to an empty spot and she remembered he had an early start.  She rolled over and opened her nightstand drawer and removed her rabbit.  It was a poor substitute but one that had served her well between partners. 

Jerry introduced her to a whole new level of bedroom activities. She couldn’t always call it lovemaking, sometimes it was just hard fucking. He could be gentle and sweet one time and the next time be rough and take her with a vengeance.  He kept her well sated so that her rabbit hadn’t had any use since they began their relationship. 

If she were to describe Detective Jeremiah (Jerry) Markley she would have to say he blended in.  That is, to say, he had no distinguishing characteristics.  Average height of about 5’10”, about 35 with sandy brown hair cut short, brown eyes and not particularly well built and muscled like so many men today.  He had been married before but she couldn’t take being married to a cop.  Why she married him in the first place, was something he never understood – after all he was a cop when she met him.  At the time, he was a big city cop but because she became so frightened for his safety, he quit his job and they moved to the suburbs, where she thought being a cop would be less dangerous.  As fate would have it, he had been on the job about a year when he got shot during a routine domestic disturbance call.  Before he even fully recovered, his former wife left him and filed for divorce.  That had been seven years ago and so far his self-made vow of not getting romantically involved with anyone has been kept.  Enter Andrea Dawson.

He met her on a routine police call.  Ordinarily, her call would have been assigned to a uniformed officer but he was in the neighborhood and said he’d handle it.  Her complaint of being watched proved true, but it was not for anything but voyeurism.  Her habit of swimming and sunning nude enticed ‘watchers’ from the construction site on the lot behind her home.

He genuinely liked her, she was smart, sassy and independent. He asked her to dinner once he closed the case.  One date led to another.  They had been dating about a month when he asked if she was still practicing her ‘nude’ outdoor habits and her positive response raised his hackles.  He couldn’t believe she would be so carefree with her safety and meant to teach her a lesson.  He took her over his knee and imparted just how foolish he considered her to be.  Never having spanked a grown woman before, he didn’t realize how satisfied and aroused he felt afterward.  Although she sputtered and spewed, it raised the level of their sexual play to whole new heights.

It turned out Ms. Andrew Dawson liked being told what to do – especially in the bedroom – and he found he enjoyed taking over – over the knee, over the bed, over the kitchen table, over the couch.  He had more sex in the last six months than he had in the last four years of his marriage – not that he complained. 

He spent a lot more time on the computer these days; there didn’t seem to be anything you couldn’t learn on the internet.  No matter what he came up with, Andrea liked it fine and had many ideas of her own.  He teased her about her sexual knowledge and she told him that being an editor had many advantages, she was only glad she finally had someone willing to be a practice partner.  What a gal.

Their newest experiment involved him withholding permission for her to come.  He would bring her to the brink, then stop, resuming his ministrations when she ‘cooled down’.   She became more and more frustrated and the other night, she actually punched him hard.  He reached down, grabbed her sandal, and proceeded to spank her bottom raw.  The sound of the leather slapping against bare flesh aroused him so, he almost came.  He threw down the sandal, pulled her off the bed and made her kneel before him.  He could see her red bottom reflected in the closet mirror and pushed his turgid member down her throat – almost making her gag.  Such was his arousal, he gave no quarter and fucked her mouth.  Not one to submit easily, she grazed her teeth along his shaft and the sensation brought him to the very brink of ecstasy. But she was not done, the next time he slid out, she bit the tip of his penis – rendering his member flaccid.  So frustrated, he pulled her up and put her over one knee and grabbed the sandal and once again lit into her bottom.  She was panting, whether from pain or pleasure he wasn’t sure but he continued the spanking. His cock hard again, he pulled her off his lap and threw her face down on the bed and rammed his penis into her wet slit, she squealed but came up for more.  His continued to fuck her hard until he was ready to explode, then pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her reddened ass.  He knew she hadn’t reached orgasm but he slapped her ass sharply and told her she deserved not to be rewarded with an orgasm.  She groaned and reached for her rabbit but was stopped by the threat of another ass pounding with her sandal.  She laid there moaning and groaning her fate. Jerry went into the bathroom before he broke down and gave into her need. When she finally realized she wasn’t going to get release, she stopped all the noise and rose from the bed.  When she reached the bathroom, he took hold of her and pushed her over the vanity and fingered her to orgasm.  He couldn’t believe it, but his cock responded to the sight of her still reddened ass and he took her again.  It didn’t take long before they both went limp.

“I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” she told him.

“You deserve to be sore.  I know you’re going to have sandal marks on your ass for a day or two.”  He rubbed his hand across her punished bottom before giving each cheek a good squeeze.  She squealed.  “You are a mean man, and I love every bit of your meanness.” 

He grinned at her.  “Let’s go do some skinny dipping.  The cool water will feel good on your punished parts.”

“Oh, so it’s okay for swimming nude with you but not by myself.”

“Exactly, and you think you would have learned that lesson by now.”

“You really are a chauvinist.” She wondered if she should tell him about her recurring dream.  Nah, I’ll save that for another day, some day when my backside has recovered.  Who knows, it may come to pass all by itself. 

“Indeed, I am and it’s all your doing.


He still had a couple of other experiments he wanted to try, but it involved a trip to the sex shop first. It would have to wait for a trip to the city because if the guys at the station ever found out, he’d be the laughing stock of the precinct.  Then again, maybe not or maybe they could all learn something.  I’m a lucky man.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Bunny Hop


Eat all the chocolate you want today, the Easter Bunny has assured me it doesn't count today.

Have a wonderful day and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

This n' That

My computer has slowed down lately and it's probably getting ready to explode.  It's filled with stuff that I've saved for a reason and now it's just superfluous stuff.  Ray says I should take it in and get it cleaned off and maybe eventually I'll do that but first I have to clean it up.  If I do that, I probably won't need to take it in at all.

Truth is, I simply want a newer, lighter computer.  I've been shopping around for a while and I've learned what I do and do not want.  Ray went to a Chromebook which is great for him, but not for me. He still relies on his ole HP for some things.  I'm sure I'll do the same once I get a new one.  I like my Lenovo and I'll never give it up altogether because it was a gift. My brother purchased it for my sister-in-law, she passed shortly thereafter so it is special to me.

Wish me luck today.  Ray has agreed to go computer shopping with me.  Should be interesting.
I'll let you know how it works out.  Until then here are some pictures that are slowing up things here. See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Monday's Spanking Story.

Another Sunday and another story due for tomorrow and here I am stalling.

 It was a beautiful week here in Arizona – springtime continues and I’ll take it as long as it lasts.  Yesterday, we went to a Pajama Party – yup a pajama party for adults.  It was fun to see ‘old folks’ rock the theme.  There was a contest and the winner was a man who wore Spiderman pajamas – seeing a 55+, six feet + wearing Spiderman pajamas was a hoot.  It was fun. 

I think my writing muse must be on spring break because nothing is coming to mind.  Since I have to be out of here in about an hour or so, I think I’ll stroll through the archives and pick an oldie for Monday’s tale.

This one was titled "The Old Maid Charms a Prince".   I think it may have been one I sent over to PK for Fantasy Friday so you may have seen it there.  Either way, it's an oldie and jumped out at me from the archives.  

Katie Douglas was the oldest of three sisters.  Their mother had died when Katie was twelve and since then she had taken over the role of “matriarch”.    Her dad wanted sons and did not know how to act or treat girls.  Mollie, his wife, and the girl’s mother had always taken care of things when she was alive so he was more than happy to let Katie take over now that she was gone.

Katie was a good “mother”.  She had managed to keep things together and still be an A student.  When she finished high school, she took college courses at night so she could still take care of her sisters and her dad. She met Mac at one of those classes.  They became study partners and soon Mac wanted more than that.  Katie told him she was not interested; she did not have time for anything else in her life.  Mac did not give up so easily and showed up one Saturday afternoon unannounced.  Katie was off at the grocery store but Amy, who was 17 at the time, entertained him while he waited for Katie to get back.  Amy, being the romantic teenager she was, filled Mac in on the fact that Katie felt responsible for her, her sister and their dad.  Amy told him she was sure Katie would end up an old maid unless a Prince Charming came along and rescued her. 

Mac was just trying to process this information when Katie walked in the door, arms loaded with groceries.

“Here, let me take those.” Mac told her.

“What are you doing here, Mac?  We didn’t have a study date that I’ve forgotten, do we?”
“No, Katie.  You are always putting me off so I decided to come in person to see if you would like to go out with me tonight to dinner and a movie?”

Amy answered. “Of course she would.”

“Any hush.  You have no right to speak for me; Mac is talking to me, not you."

“Mac, I’m flattered but I couldn’t possibly go out with you this evening. I have too much to do here.”

“Katie” Amy interrupted again, “there isn’t anything here that we can’t do.  Dad and I can handle dinner and Bree can do the clean up. We’re not helpless little girls anymore.”

“See Katie, even your sister thinks you should go out with me.”

She thought about it for a minute and told him “Okay, yes I will.  What time will you pick me up?”

“Is 6:00 good for you?  That will give us time to grab a bite to eat in plenty of time to get to the movies.”

“I’ll be ready,” Katie told him.

“See you then.  It was nice meeting you Amy and thanks for all your help. It was a very interesting conversation.” Amy blushed.

When Mac left, Katie asked Amy what he meant about thanking her for all her help.

“Oh, I just told him that you fuss over us too much and need to have a life of your own and if you didn’t start dating soon you might end up an Old Maid.”

“You didn’t really tell him that did you?” Katie said incredulously.

“Yes, I did.  It's how I feel.  You are like Mother Hen and forget that we are older now and you should be having some fun.  You work, go to school, come home and the cycle starts all over again the next day and this has been going on for years.  You can be mad at me if you want but Mac seems like a nice guy that is genuinely interested in you.”


Katy went upstairs, took a shower and started getting ready for her date. She was excited to be going out with Mac.  He seemed to be a nice guy and although he was just an average looking man he had the warmest brown eyes, great hair that seemed to have a mind of its own and a smile that lit up his face.  When you talked, you felt like he really listened and when he talked to you he made eye contact and focused on you.  He was a great study partner and she hoped this date would not interfere with that. 

Mac was at the door at 6:00 pm sharp.  Katie was not quite ready.  Her dad had answered the door and entertained Mac.  By the time Katie came downstairs; her dad had practically given her hand to Mac in marriage.  I have to learn to keep him away from my family she thought to herself.  Mac was gracious about it.

“Your family is a hoot.  I think they are all trying to get rid of you.  Is there something I should know?”

“I think my family needs to be gagged.” She said with a grin.

He took her to a small eatery downtown.  It was very quaint, only a few tables and very romantic with white tablecloths, subdued lighting with candles on all the tables and soft music playing in the background. 

“This is very nice.  Do you come here often?” 

“Actually, I do.  It is close to everything and the food is very good. Besides, I worked my wait through school waiting tables here.”

He’s very easy to talk to, thought Katie.  Their conversation flowed easily. They were enjoying each other’s company and Katie wondered what had taken her so long to accept one of his requests for a date.  Actually, she knew the answer to that, she was afraid they would ask more of her than she was willing to give. She did not think that would be the case with Mac and, if she was truthful with herself, she hoped he might ask. 

Dinner was delicious.  The owner came out and said hello to Mac and he introduced her as his girlfriend.  She liked the sound of that.  When they left for the movie, he grabbed for and held her hand.  It felt right.

The movie turned out to be an ‘old classic’, ‘The Philadelphia Story’ with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn.  Katie had never seen the movie.

“It’s a great old film and Katherine Hepburn never disappoints.  As a matter of fact, her nickname was Kate or Katie.”

“I’ve seen her in other movies but not this one.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it but if you don’t like it, we can always leave.”

Katie loved the movie. “It’s always been one of my favorites too.  I really think Tracy needed to be spanked and often.  Dexter had her number and got the girl after all.” Said Mac.

“Oh,” she blushed. 

“Don’t you believe she deserved a spanking, or you don’t believe in spanking adult women?”  He asked.

“I think that spanking is non-productive beyond a certain age.”

“Adult spanking is very different than a parent chastising a child.  A child is
usually spanked to correct a behavior.  An adult, on the other hand, can receive a spanking for many different reasons. Off the top of my head, and in no particular order, discipline, correction, punishment, maintenance, reconnection, reminder and, last but certainly not least, the good girl spanking.”

“So, I assume you are a spanking enthusiast.”

“I don’t know if I would classify as an enthusiast but I am definitely a fan of spanking; on the giving end, not the receiving end.”  He sheepishly laughed and stopped talking. 

Katie giggled at his embarrassment but did not want to let him off the hook, this was too good. “So what are some of the reasons you might spank someone?”

“I would not be much on rules, chores and such. I think a couple should agree on what constitutes a spankable offense.  In my estimation, disobedience, bad language, disrespect, lying, or a temper tantrum would all be considered spankable offenses.”

“Wow, that’s quite a list for someone who’s not much on rules, chores and such.” She mimicked his works back to him.  He flashed that gorgeous smile.

“Did I mention I’m a fan of spanking?”  He laughed.  “I think it is every bit as sexual as sex. It creates a bond between the giver and the receiver on an emotional level rather than on just a sexual level?”

“That’s an interesting theory. I might like to test that out sometime.” She said sweetly.

Mac was floored and was not sure he heard what she said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, please repeat it?”

“Oh, you heard alright, you are just trying to figure out if it is what you heard or it’s what you think you heard.”  It was her turn to laugh. 

“You are being a very naughty girl.  Do you need a spanking?  If so, I would be happy to oblige.”

“Why, Mr. MacIntosh are you suggesting I need or would want a spanking?”

“I don’t know Ms. Douglas, am I?”

“I think we need to end this conversation right now before we get ahead of ourselves.  After all, this is our first date, we have not established any rules and I have not agreed to anything yet. I think we will have to have a second date for that.”

“Oh, we are going to have a second date.  I have been asking you out for months. Besides, this conversation is too good to leave unfinished.  What are you doing next weekend?”
“Which day next weekend?”

“All weekend.”

“Much too soon for that Mr. McIntosh, but I am free on Saturday evening.”

He kissed her at the door, yelled good night to Amy and Bree walked down the walkway to his car.  He turned around and blew her another kiss.

“What are you doing at the door?  Are you spying on me?" Katie asked.

“You’re darn right.  Not really spying, we were waiting for you, like you wait up for us.” Bree said.

“Oh, you are good,”  Katie replied.

“So what happened?  Come on, spill it sister dear.” Bree said.

Katie laughed.  “Well, we went to dinner, to a movie, out for coffee afterward. There is nothing else to tell.”

“There was that kiss.  That was some kiss, sis.  When are you going out again?” Amy asked.

“We have a date next weekend.”

“There may be hope for you yet, Katie.”

There were no classes that week so Katie did not see Mac until Saturday.  They talked on the phone a couple of times and each time it was harder and harder to hang up. Saturday night could not come soon enough.

This time is was Bree waiting around to answer the door when he rang.  She introduced herself and before she couldn’t even begin the interrogation, Katie flew down the stairs, yelled goodnight to everyone and ushered him out the door.

“What was that all about?  Are you that anxious to see me?”

“The answer to your first question is that I don’t want any more of my secrets divulged by one of my family members and the answer to the second question is yes, I am anxious to see you.”

“I’m very glad to hear the answer to your second question.  As to the first, am I going to have to spank those secrets out of you?”

“I see we are starting up just where we left off.” She replied and he threw back his head and laughed.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

“It never came up in our phone conversations.”

“I didn’t know who might have been listening in on those.” He replied.  “Now it is just us so I know I am on safe ground.”

‘We will get to it in due time, Sir.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.”


Bree and Amy were her bridesmaids.  Before her dad walked her down the aisle he whispered to her that he wished her the kind of marriage he had with her mother.  He said he had a long talk with Mac and told him that he better take good care of her, loving her in good times and bad. He said he also told him to take me over his knee once in a while just to let me know I was his and he would keep me protected and safe.

“Oh, Dad, he already knows that.  We’ve been practicing” she laughed but her father was red in the face as he was walking her down the aisle.

Hope you enjoyed reading or re-reading.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, April 7, 2017


 Well, it's Thursday already.  I don't know where the time goes, I think I may have slept through a day or so.  No, not really, but sometimes that's what it feels like and would explain the sudden appearance of a day - like today. Yesterday, it was brought to my attention that Easter is a mere week away - another shocker.

Today I'm going to answer the rest of the questions I received.  I bet you're sitting at the edge of your seat in great anticipation.  Here goes.

Ella and Enzo asked what made me choose the icon of the little girl sticking out her tongue?  I didn't always use that, I used something I made up.  This is probably illegal because I saw it in images and it fits me to a tee.  I'm always rebelling against something - it's part of my nature.

PK asked when do I want to come to North Carolina?  One of these days I'll surprise you.  How's that?

Cat asked what four people I would invite for an evening of drinks and dinner?" I know one of them never changes - Abraham Lincoln. I'm not sure I would be a good host because I think I would be too awed to speak.  Let's see, the other three:  Someone who's passed over to the other side because I'd like the skinny.  Two down, two to go.Bill Maher because I love his sarcasm and Maya Angelou because I always loved hearing her voice.

You know how at the end of some programs, there is a PSA (Public Service Announcement) well here's my PSA (Personal Selling Announcement). My latest western romance is available over at LSF and Amazon, why not drop over and pick up a copy.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Sunday, Sunday - Monday's Tale

It's been a hectic weekend here in the Phoenix area.  The Final Four is here in the stadium which is about five minutes from our place.  The traffic has been horrendous.  They had to close down a portion of one of the major arteries because the traffic was so backed up.  Who knew 77,000+ people wanted to watch basketball in person.  The other venues like the Gay Pride Parade, Fan Fest and the opening game of the Diamondbacks were all happening too.  I think I'll stay close too home until Tuesday afternoon when things should start to ease up.  

Unfortunately, it's been a picture perfect weekend weather wise which usually means hundreds more people want to live here.  They should come back in the summer before they make that decision -115 is a far cry from 75-85.  

Anyway, here's this week's story.  It's short but gets the job done, I think.

I woke up this beautiful Sunday morning with a whole day of nothingness ahead of me. It doesn’t happen often, usually there’s a chore that needs doing, or lunch with a friend, or something for which I have to ready myself.  Not so today.  It was wonderful, I sat over my coffee, perusing emails, looking at Facebook and watching Sunday Morning which is a favorite of mine.

Then it struck.  What you say?  Martha Stewart came to visit, that’s what. Now, mind you, I am not a Martha Stewart fan.  Why she has to make everything and anything into a complex project turned me off years ago.  As a matter of fact, when I hear her voice on a program, I immediately mute the sound.  Jack feels the same way, so no problem there.  But, suddenly, I hopped up and started all sorts of projects in the kitchen.

It began with slicing strawberries.  When I opened the fridge I spied a packet of Pillsbury Pie Crust dough that I had purchased some time ago to make I know not what now.  Suddenly, a coconut cream pie I had purchased a couple of weeks ago came to mind.  Voila, in the pantry was a package of vanilla instant pudding, a bag of coconut, and the light bulb began to flicker.  Add some cool whip and tonight’s dessert was ready.

The next thing was a head of cabbage in the fridge.  I love cabbage, Jack not so much, but he likes cole slaw.  So then I started chopping cabbage for cole slaw that would go well with the ham I planned for dinner.  I was whirling around the kitchen like you know who, when suddenly I felt a breeze.

A breeze, you say.  Yes, a breeze but on my butt cheeks, someone had come into the kitchen and lifted my nightshirt while I was removing the pie shell from the oven. I hadn't dressed yet and because my husband doesn’t like it when I wear underpants with my nightshirt, he says it denies him access to the treasure trove, my bare butt cheeks were on full display.

“Just checking,” I heard him say.  “Too bad”


“Too bad”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you had on panties, I was going to have to punish you for disobedience.” 

 Now I got it and smiled to myself.

“So Christian, what did you have in mind?”

“Who’s Christian?”

“Really, Jack, you’re asking that question. Remember FSOG, the one that renewed our interest in sex.”

“Oh, that Christian.”  The smile on his face was pure Jack and reminded me of when we were young and always ready to ‘do the dirty’.

“Yes, that Christian.  You know you don’t need an excuse.”

“I know, but it always seems more exciting.”

“Well, if that’s the case, go check the floor of the closet in the guest room.”

He gave me a strange look but went off down the hall.  The next thing I heard was “Holy Shit” before he came storming back down the hall to the kitchen. 

“Are you excited now?”  I asked.

“You’re damn right I am.”  I smiled to myself until I saw what he had in his hand.  I had forgotten that the cane was hanging in that very same closet. 

He pulled out a kitchen chair.  “Bend over that chair, with your hands resting on the seat,” was his directive.  I did as I was told.  

My legs quaked in the dead silence in the room until I heard the displaced air as the cane swooshed toward its target.  It took a second or two for the line of fire to register in my brain.  Before the pain settled in, it was quickly followed by another assault to my bare bottom. I’d forgotten much the bite of the cane hurt and was sorry now that I had directed him to that closet.  This was supposed to be fun, but it sure didn’t feel like that.

“Honey, ease up a little, there was no warm up.” I started to rise up but his hand pushed me back down.

“You think I don’t know that.  Who is in charge here?  I know what I’m doing.”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before the cane struck again.  I yelled out as he continued to brand my bottom with that damn cane.  Finally, I felt his hand move over my cheeks, checking for welts, do doubt.  They were there and I knew I would be feeling this caning for a while. He helped me up.  I reached around, rubbing my punished skin, while watching him walk back down the hall with the cane in hand.

When he returned, it was with the evidence he had found in the closet.  “So tell me, is what’s in these bags worth the caning you just received?”  I couldn’t tell if he was serious or if this was part of a game he had started.

“You tell me?” and with that I slowly began pulling the items out of the bags.  The lingerie shop in the mall was going out of business and everything was on clearance so my purchases cost a fraction of what they normally cost and I took full advantage of the bargains.  His eyes got as big as saucers as I removed the lacy bras and panties.  However, the piece de resistance, the garter belt and corset, left him gape-mouthed.

Needless to say, we both thought they were wise purchases.  He had me model some of the items and took a picture of me in the corset bending over the kitchen chair.  On display, of course, were the red stripes on my bottom.

Shortly after that, we moved to the bedroom where we spent the rest of the day playing the TTWD game.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.