Monday, May 29, 2017

Striped for the Holiday

Image result for American flagsHappy Monday - Here in the US, it's the third day of a three-day weekend for most.  Memorial Day, while it's meant to be a day to remember those who have given their all, it's widely celebrated as the unofficial beginning of summer.  There are usually parades, and picnics and cookouts as folks start to anticipate the warmer days ahead.'

Here's today's story.

Nina was peeling potatoes when Pete came into the kitchen.  He shook his head, it was starting.

They always had a cookout on Memorial Day weekend to celebrate the unofficial start of summer.  Their house on the lake was the perfect setting for summer fun.  It was usually a little too cold to swim but that didn’t stop some folks, especially after a couple of alcoholic beverages.   It was always a good time and most of their friends, and friends of friends attended.

Although they both loved to host parties, it became a stressful time in the days leading up to the cookout. Nina became a little frenzied.  He knew it best to simply stay out of the way.  Refusing all offers of help and wanting to do everything herself, led to taxing situations.  Situations that were usually resolved with her sporting a red bottom.

“Honey, I’m going to start getting the outside stuff ready, if you need me for anything, just holler, okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” was her response.  He tried giving her a kiss and she pulled away.  He patted her bottom and hoped she took the message to heart.  He was in the middle of hosing off the patio furniture when he heard Nina’s voice. Her voice became louder and louder and her language kept getting a little more colorful.  He dropped the hose and went inside in time to see her slam down the phone. 
“Can I help?”

“Did I call you?”


“Then I don’t need your help,” she said testily. Pete let it slide.

“Calm down, Nina.”

“Go back to what you were doing, I’m fine.”

He didn’t want the situation to escalate, so he went back outside.   He could hear her slamming things around in the kitchen and shook his head.  He continued getting the stuff out of the garage when Charlie pulled up.

“Need a hand.” He asked.

“Sure, I’m trying to get everything set up so it’s not so hectic tomorrow.”  With Charlie’s help, everything was done in no time.

“Want a beer?”

“Is the pope Catholic?” Charlie responded.  Pete went in the kitchen, which looked as if a bomb had gone off, went to the fridge and got two beers.  He brought them out and had just settled into the loungers, when Nina came out, hands on hips, yelling at him that there was a lot to do and he didn’t need to be taking a beer break already. Charlie, knowing it was time to bow out, took his beer and headed to his truck. 

“I’ll see you later folks.” Charlie said as he took off.

“You embarrassed the hell out of Charlie, not to mention making a fool of yourself. Charlie helped me and we have all the outdoor stuff done.  I’ve asked you several times if you needed help and your answer has always been that you could do it yourself.  Well, as usual, you do need help and I’m going to provide it.”

He took her by the hand and led her into the house.  It dawned on her that she had crossed the line and began dragging her heels, knowing what was about to happen.  He managed to find a spatula amid the clutter and sat down on the stool, pulling her across his raised knee, raising her sundress.  The thong separated her plump cheeks perfectly and he smiled to himself.

 “Now, this is what’s going to happen from now on.  I’m going to redden your bottom, and you’re going to call Charlie and apologize for your behavior.  Once you’re straightened away, we will both straighten out this kitchen and you will calm down or you’ll be back here again.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  With that, he began to exert his dominance.  He watched her white globes flatten out each time the spatula landed with a splat, and each time a red spot was left behind.  He didn’t hold back because he knew she needed this but that didn’t stop her from protesting loudly while flailing her legs about.  A few whacks to her thighs solved that problem and he went back to pummeling her now rose-tinged bottom.  He was by no means done,  this was going to be a thorough spanking and her butt would be blazing hot before he was done.  It would be a reminder for the rest of the day for her to behave.
He finally felt her let go and eased up on the spanks.  He laid the spatula on the counter and gave her the last few swats with his hand.  When his hand began to sting, he let her up.  Nina began to rearrange herself and pulled down her dress. 

“Nope, that dress stays tucked up.  Think of it as a reminder. “  He handed her the phone and dialed Charlie’s number. 

“Do I really have to apologize?”

“What do you think?”

Luckily or not, the phone went to voicemail and she left a message.  “Now what? “ she asked.

“Now I’ll help you straighten out this kitchen.”

"I can do it myself," she told him as she started pulling down her dress that had been tucked up into the waistband of her panties.

Pete stopped her. “Not going to happen, sweetie. I'm gonna help and the dress stays that way until we’re finished here, it’ll be a good reminder and I like the view."

Pete had discovered that a spanking always calmed down Nina.  He learned, by accident, early on in their marriage.  They were arguing about something and she was being a real shrew.  When he’d had enough and started walking away she picked up a fork and threw it at him. He didn’t even think before he took her over his knee and spanked her. Knowing Nina, he was sure he was going to get arrested but at the time he didn’t care. Nina surprised him and after the spanking actually apologized for being such a brat.  After that, whenever necessary, and sometimes even when not necessary, he’d warm her backside.

Nina and Pete had things squared away in no time.  Her dress came down and she went into his arms – life had returned to normal and they shared a pleasant evening.

The next day started out stormy and Nina was not a happy camper.  “Relax, honey, it’ll clear up by the time everyone gets here.  It’s just one of those summer storms.”

The longer it stormed, the stormier her mood.  Pete knew what he had to do.  He grabbed the backscratcher and over his knee she went.  After about ten strokes of that bamboo torture wand, Nina’s name for it, he let her up.  She popped up, rubbing the sting out of her backside.

“Damn, that hurt.”

“Sorry, babe, but you needed that.”

‘So you say.”  Suddenly the kitchen filled with sunlight and she smiled.  She looked out the window and could see a rainbow out over the lake.

“It’s going to be a good day,” she told him.

“Yes, it is and you’re going to be the most patriotic gal at the cookout.”

“How do you figure that?” 

“If you go look in the mirror, you ‘ll see your red and white striped bottom.  If you’re not good, I might have to add some blue.”

“Oh, no, you won’t,” and she gave him a wet, sloppy kiss.

Taking a moment to think of all the freedoms I enjoy at someone else's expense.  Thank you.

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Thursday, May 25, 2017


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Manchester Bombing- I always find it difficult to wrap my head around that kind of senseless hatred. How does that hatred grow to those proportions that you willingly go out and kill people you don't even know because of that hate?  What is it they hate?  In most cases, the victims are unknown to them -people going about their lives unaware that some evil person or persons are about to carry out an attack that will end lives, and change other lives forever. If they want to die, why do they have to take others with them?  What have they gained?   I realize there are answers to these questions, answers I will never understand.

I know there are many more good people around the world than haters and I wish there was more focus on good rather than evil.  I loved hearing the stories how the people of Manchester stepped up and offered their homes and help.  Good people always step up in times of need - what we need is to step up all the time.  Be proactive rather than reactive.  A lesson I need to take to heart.

My heart goes out to those families that have suffered loss, whether it be a loss of life or innocence. I
apologize for the hateful rhetoric that has been spewed by people in power in this country.  I apologize for the repercussions this rhetoric has stirred here and abroad and pray that we close our ears to the hate and open our hearts - love thy neighbor as thyself are words that have never been so needed.

Wishing peace and prayers for and to all..

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Monday, May 22, 2017

A Vacation to Remember

Since my last post dealt with bathing suits, I guess my mind was on the beach, summer and vacations. Ray and I have one coming up and this must have been floating around in my head.  It's been a long time since I wore a bikini but unlike Chuck, Ray never minded. We still have some sea-nymph pix he took when we were in Hawaii and can't believe it's me in those pictures.  Oh, youth - where have you gone.

For the first time in years,  Chuck agreed to take a vacation.  He told me that I could pick the place and that as long as it was within our budget and not longer than ten days, he was good to go.

I knew exactly where I wanted to go.  We had made a stop there on our honeymoon cruise and fell in love with the place.  Maybe it was the excitement of being newlyweds, or the cruise, or the warm sun and wet sand, or maybe just the refreshing waters of the Caribbean.  No matter what, I was hooked and had always wanted to return.

After visiting a ton of sites on the internet, I made my choice.  I managed to snag an all-inclusive hotel, complete with air from Florida for a price that was well within our budget.  It was a quick walk into Phillipsburg and if we wanted to explore the rest of the island, the hotel would arrange a car.  I couldn’t wait to tell Chuck about what a great deal I had found.

His level of excitement didn’t quite live up to my expectations, but it didn’t dash my hopes for a great time.  Although the vacation was still months away, I began to buy a little something each payday for either Chuck or myself and I would tuck them away.  Every once in a while, I would go admire the purchases and daydream about our upcoming trip.

One of my purchases was a teeny tiny bikini.  When I bought it, I wasn’t sure I’d have the courage to wear it, but it was like a shiny penny and I had to have it.  I worked extra hard exercising, watching my diet so that if I did get the courage, I wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
About a week before we were set to leave, I brought out the purchases and laid them on the bed.  That bikini still called out to me and I decided that if I tried it on and wore it a bit, I’d get used to it and it wouldn’t seem so skimpy.  So I donned the suit and went about my daily chores. My hard work and diet had paid off – the suit looked wonderful.  I could hardly believe how very sexy I looked.  Chuck would be pleased.

I still had on the suit when he came home from work.  Chuck usually made a beeline for the bedroom to remove his shirt and tie.  His jacket was usually hung over his shoulder, or on his arm.  I was waiting in the corner of the bedroom by the closet when he went to hang up his jacket.  I caught him by surprise.  His eyes widened as he took in my attire.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s my new bathing suit.  Don’t you like it?”

“That’s not a bathing suit, that’s a couple of pieces of cloth held together by floss.  I hope you don’t think you’re wearing that, do you?”

“I planned on it.”

“Then change your plans.  I won’t have every male within one hundred yards ogling my wife’s ass.  That ass is mine and mine alone.”

“Don’t be such a prude.  It’s not like I’ll be the only one wearing a bikini.”

“Maybe not, but I bet you’ll be the only one wearing a bikini with a red ass.”

“Oh, all right, you ole fuddy-duddy.”

I took off the suit but there was no way I wasn’t going to wear that suit on vacation. Not only did it cost way too much, but I’d worked way too hard and that was that.  When it came time to pack our bags, I tucked the suit away with my lingerie so that Chuck didn’t see it.

On the third day of our vacation, I slept in and Chuck went to the beach without me. 

‘Perfect’, I thought to myself.  I fished out my bikini and ventured out to the beach.  It took me a minute or two to find Chuck.  He was sitting in one of those low-slung beach chairs talking to another man.

“There you are, sweetheart.  Why didn’t you wake me?”  I asked sweetly while removing my beach cover-up.

His eyes got as big as saucers and when the other man looked over admiringly, Chuck’s face turned red.  I could see storm clouds gathering behind his steely blue eyes.  He gave me this sinister look and I knew I was in big trouble.  He reached for me and I managed to slip away for the moment. 

“Excuse me.” He said to the fellow.  “My wife and I need a moment.”

He reached out again and when he took hold of my hand, he pulled me over his knee and right there, on the beach, in front of the other man and every one else that happened to be walking by, he spanked me.   Hard.  There I was, laid out across his knee,  my string bikini offering no resistance or protection whatsoever, being spanked like a naughty child.  

Apparently, we had gathered quite an audience because II could hear giggling and clapping as he continued to wallop my behind. I closed my eyes and pretended it wasn’t happening to me. Those spanks were beginning to hurt and I could feel tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.  When he finished spanking my ass, he stood me up.  I grabbed for my cover-up but he took it from me and said that since I wanted to show everyone my ass, they could see what a pretty shade of red it now was.  Too embarrassed to even look around, I ran to our room.

Unfortunately for me, my room key card was in my cover-up which was back down at the beach. With as much dignity as I could muster, I marched back down the beach, amid pointed stares and fingers, my red ass on display.  It was when I heard the wolf whistle and I knew wearing that bikini, red ass or not, was worth it.  After all, how many fifty -year-old women get that kind of attention.  So what if it was my husband doing the whistling.

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Friday, May 19, 2017

Bathing Suit Saga

Bathing Suits - they are the bane of the female set, aren't they?  Finding one you like, and one that fits, and one that makes you look good are all stressful exercises.  Not nearly as stressful as trying to get the darn thing on though, I don't even like Ray to be around when I'm trying to squeeze into one.

Obviously, I'm into one piece suits.  I gave up the two piecers some time back and I'm not fond of the tankini's so I wrestle myself into the garment. Doing water aerobics every morning means I do this every single day and I've grown fond of some of my old standby's - they're stretched out - much easier to get into and wear.  However, some of them are getting quite threadbare and if I didn't want my ass sticking out one day, it meant replacement.

One of my favorites is a black number, looks good on me if I say so myself, and if you stand back far enough I might even be mistaken for someone much younger. I noticed the tag was still in the seam - not the size mind you, because I always remove those.  Anyway, this suit has to be at least seven years old because I bought it when we still lived in Florida.  I looked up the brand online and lo and behold there was the suit.   I could even buy it through Amazon.  Thus began the saga.  I ordered in what I thought would be the right size and it was delivered two days later.  TOO BIG. Now that doesn't happen too often so although disappointed it was a good reason, so back it went.  I reordered and waited another two days - there it was in my mail box.  Excited, I ripped open the envelope and it was the wrong color - MY MISTAKE.  I already had a black one.  Back it went again (thank heavens Amazon pays shipping and returns).  Reordered and yesterday I finally received the right size and right color suit.  

Chlorine Resistant Maxine of Hollywood Black Shirred Girl Leg Spa One Piece Swimsuit
I'm squeezing into it in an hour or so for this morning's water aerobics class. Don't I look good?  I wish.  Seriously, this is the suit but it's Hawaii Blue, one of my very favorite colors.  Who knows, maybe I'll even exercise better.  lol

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Monday, May 15, 2017

Pin Pricks

Wow, I hardly know where the week went. I was out of the house every day.  Fun stuff but after a while the stuff at home piles up.  I'm not complaining, mind you, just saying.  I don't know how I used to work full time and still do everything.  Another life, I guess.  My ladies and I were talking about that at the aerobics class the other morning and we came to the conclusion it was youth.  Well, youth has left the building.  What's that saying, the mind is willing but the body is weak.  Yeah, that's it.

This is a short little story but I hope you enjoy.  It came together quickly. I love those.

For the third time this week  I was going to bed with a red bottom.  ‘I must be learning impaired,’ I said to myself. Never did I think he would embrace my ideas of spanking so readily. Usually, he would turn something over and over and by the time he came to a decision, it usually wasn’t necessary.  Now she was turned over at the drop of a pin, literally her bottom paying the price.  He’d found a new hobby – thinking up ways to spank.

Today’s spanking was a result of a pin.  I was a crafter and making a string structure that required pins at various angles.  Although I thought I had been very careful at keeping track of any pins that dropped off the table, apparently, I had missed a few.  Needless to say,  Gary found a couple of strays with his bare feet.
Now Gary could find a pebble in a bed of cotton.  If it was on the floor, Gary was sure to find it, it not mattering whatever the hell it was.  He’d warned me about being careful with the pins because of our dog, and I warned him not to walk around barefooted.  I can keep the dog out of my craft room – not so Gary.  Naturally, he didn’t heed my warning and came wandering into the craft room with bare feet.  I heard him ‘ouch’ and cringed.  Sure enough, I saw him pick up his foot and a pin was sticking out of his instep.  Based on how much actual pin was showing, it was truly wedged into his flesh.

He literally hopped over to the chair and sat down to remove the pin.  I immediately went to retrieve the Neosporin, a wet cloth, and a band-aid, not sure of what would be necessary.  What I should have retrieved was the arnica. When I returned with the items, he took them, put them aside and pulled me down over his knee and began peppering my bottom with hard whacks.

“How many times have I told you to be careful of the damn pins?’

“How many times have I told you not to walk around in here barefooted?”  was my comeback and obviously not the correct response, because the tempo of his hand increased and the crescendo of my ouching and his hand making contact with my bare flesh, reverberated around the room.

Mental note to myself, Don’t poke the bear.”

He spanked me until my bottom felt as if it had been pricked by a thousand pins.  The sting would be felt every time I sat for a bit.  When he finally let me up, he spouted some kind of lame advice, like ‘let that be a lesson to you’. 

“Did you learn a lesson too?” I asked innocently as I tried rubbing some of the sting out of my bottom.  He gave me a perplexed look. 

“I’ve told you not to walk around barefooted, especially in here.”

In a flash, he had me upended and across his knee.  My inflamed bottom that had just begun to calm down was reignited by the ferocity of his swats.  One after another came down first on one side, then the other, then two or three on the same side before switching to the other cheek.  I was sure I’d seen smoke wafting around the room.  I was pretty sure steam would rise up if water touched my bottom.

By the time he was finished, my bottom was numb.  He stood me up and asked if I had any more smart remarks.  I looked down and averted his eyes.

“I take that as a no.”  He said and left me standing there – no hug, no aftercare, no nothing.  I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked away.

Seconds later, he walked back into the room.  “I forgot this.” He said as he gathered me in his arms and kissed my head.  “All better now.” He said.  I nodded.

“One thing though, Debbie, don’t think I didn’t see your tongue sticking out at me.  That will be addressed in the next spanking.”

“I told you, I’m his new hobby.”

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Terps Meme

Thank you Terps for providing me with a post for today.

1.   Where is your phone?  table
2.   Your hair? short
3.   Your dad? bookworm
4.   Your other half? reading
5.   Your favorite food? ice-cream
6.   Your dream last night? none
7.   Your favorite drink? water
8.   Fear? loss
9.   Favorite Shoes? flip flops
10. Favorite way to relax? reading
11. Your mood? groggy
12. I love? life
13. Where were you last night? home
14. Something that you aren't? quiet
15. Muffins? nah
16. Wish list item? money
17. Where you grew up? east
18. Last thing you did? awakened
19. What are you wearing right now? schmata
20. Something you hate? 45
21. Your pets? none
22. Friends? lucky
23. Life? charmed
24. Regrets? some
25. Missing someone? yes'

Happy Birthday Mere.

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Monday, May 8, 2017

Fatherly and Friendly Advice

A lovely weekend here.  Cinco de Mayo was fun and I managed not to get a hangover from too many margaritas.  They're actually not my favorite drink so it wasn't that difficult.
It reached 108 degrees that day - the hottest day of the year - so far.  lol  The good news is yesterday was only 98 - a cool down and Sunday is only supposed to be in the seventies and stay that way until next Friday.  I'll take it as long as I can because I know that soon the 100's will be here on a daily basis.

Here's this week's story.

Arnold Paxton was brought up in a military family.  His upbringing was full of rules and regulations and he vowed when he had a home of his own, it wouldn’t be so.  When he married Christine, she was of like mind.  They happily enjoyed each other’s free and easy lifestyle.

They spent their first few years as a married couple indulging themselves.  They lived well, ate well and traveled extensively.  Then the inevitable happened – Christine got pregnant.  The baby wasn’t planned but both Arnold and Christine welcomed the news.  They determined that when the baby was born, Christine would become a stay at home mom, giving up her lucrative position at the marketing firm. 

Little Jack was born and they began to settle into their new lifestyle.  All was well and good until they learned that having only one income curtailed their life in ways they hadn’t dreamed.  Christine and Arnold had to learn to live on a budget.  No more weekend golf trips, no more $300 dinners at their favorite restaurant and no more housekeeper.

Christine was able to keep up for a while, but between the cooking and the cleaning and dealing with a colicky newborn, things began to fall apart.  She was stressed to the max and determined she needed a vacation.  She tried talking with Arnold but he said it wasn’t in the budget and she’d have to do what hundreds of others did – suck it up.  Christine had never had to ‘suck up’ anything before and she wasn’t about to start now. 
She called her mother and whined about how difficult things were and that she needed a vacation.  Her mother suggested she just take some time and go to their lakeside cabin for a few days.

“That’s not a vacation, just a change of location.”

“What do you want, sweetie?”  

“I want a vacation away from here, no cooking or cleaning and maybe a nanny to care for the baby.”

“Have you talked to your husband?”

“I have and he told me I’d have to ‘suck it up’.

She could have sworn she heard her mother laugh. 

“Honey, I don’t know what to tell you. “

“Could you maybe talk to Daddy and  he could talk to Arnie?”

“Your father  doesn’t like interfering, you know that.”

“Maybe you could give us an early anniversary present and send us on a vacation?”

“I’ll talk to your father and see what he thinks.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,“ she said to her mother.

One day, a couple of days later, Arnie came home from work with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look happy.  Was it a bad day at work”.

“No, work was fine.  Your father dropped by to take me to lunch.”

“Oh, that was nice.” she said, acting all innocent.

“Yes, apparently you were complaining to your mother about what an ungrateful husband I was being and wanted to have him talk to me.”

All nervous and jittery to be found out, she stood there with looking all pouty.  “I only suggested that they might give us an early anniversary present and send us on a vacation.  I didn’t say you were ungrateful or anything like that.  It’s hard being stuck here all day with the baby, doing everything and never going anywhere.”

“I’m sure it’s no picnic, but perhaps you should think about going back to work."

“and leave the baby.”

“Thousands of women do it every day, Christine.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then as I’ve said before ‘suck it up.’ Start acting like an adult.  If not, your father gave me some advice and I may just have to resort to it.”

“and what pearls of wisdom did Daddy  tell you.”

“He said if you didn’t straighten up, maybe I should take you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking.”

“No, he didn’t.  Daddy never spanked me.”

“Are you calling me a liar?"

“No, but I can’t believe daddy said that.  He never spanked me.”

“That’s what he said and also said that he was sorry he hadn’t because you sure could use one. I agree with him, so I suggest you straighten up and no more whining phone calls to your mother about what a prick you married.”

Christina pouted the rest of the evening.  Arnold seriously considered spanking her right then, she was acting so childish.  Instead, he put on one of his ‘shoot ‘em up’ movies and it got rid of some of his hostility. 

Their pact never to go to bed angry was broken that night.  Christine went to bed first and when Arnold came in, the lights were off and her back was turned to him.  When the baby woke, he went to the baby’s room, letting Christine sleep.  He took care of the baby’s needs and sat down in the rocking chair cuddling him until they both fell asleep. 
When he woke, he put the baby down in his crib and went back to his own bed.   Christine had turned over and was watching him.

“My daddy may be right, maybe I deserve a spanking.  I’ve been acting like a spoiled brat.”

“Let’s talk about tomorrow, right now I need some sleep.”

The next morning, after Arnie left for work and Jack was swinging in his swing, Christine called her parents.  She apologized to her mother for putting her in the middle of her problem. 

“That’s okay, dear.  I’m sure your father will handle things appropriately.”

“Oh yeah, daddy had lunch with Arnie yesterday”

“He did, he didn’t say anything to me.”

“Well, he did.  He told Arnie that I deserved a good spanking, do you think I do?”

“The question is, do you think you do.”  Christine laughed.  “Yeah, I think maybe I might.”

“Then, sweetheart,  it’s up to you what you do with those feelings.”

Christine determined that she would  ‘suck it up’ and quit complaining.  Once she made that decision things actually seemed to get better.  Jack was getting better too and she actually had time to take him to the park a couple of times.  She met a couple of other moms at the park and adult conversation with someone other than Arnold helped too.  She learned she wasn’t alone and that it was only natural to feel overwhelmed.  Jennifer Miller, one of the mothers, became a special friend.

Christine and Jennifer began spending lots of time together.  The closer they became, the more they shared.  One day,  Christine noticed that Jenn was sitting a little gingerly. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just a little tender.” 

“Did you fall?”

“You could say that."  She hesitated a bit and then began speaking.  “I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this but if we’re going to continue to be friends, you might as well know.  My husband sometimes spanks me when I get out of control.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.  I’m glad to hear that I’m not alone.  Arnie hasn’t spanked me yet, but a while back he threatened me to shape up or he would take me over his knee.” 

 She told Jenn the whole story about what her father had told her husband. 

“It’s not the end of the world and I know it’s the 21st century but I really don’t mind.  It seems to smooth me out like nothing else and it has really helped our marriage.  Our sex life has ramped up tremendously and that helps too.”  She laughed.

“Lord knows, we could use that.  Since Jack was born, our sex life has become almost non-existent.  I can’t blame that on Arnie, that’s on me."

“ I’m not promoting spanking, believe me, they can hurt.  My first spanking was a few swats.  Since then my husband has found his stride.  He’s not mean or anything, but he seems to know when I’ve reached my threshold.  My backside is usually throbbing and once in a while, there is a small bruise.  I consider those badges of courage now.   Anyway, afterward he is very loving and as I’ve said, the sex is fantastic, and the best part is, whatever I did or didn’t do, is forgiven and never mentioned again.”

“That last statement is better than us.  I tend to pout and give Arnie the silent treatment. Sometimes it can last for days.”

“That would never work for me anymore.  I either spill the beans or get spanked.”

Christine mulled over this conversation for days.  Unsure of how to impart this information to Arnie, she decided to initiate sex.  Arnie was surprised but more than willing.  She was almost as nervous as their first time.  Both naked and in the foreplay stage, she swatted his bottom.

“Hey,” he said.  “What’s that?”

“Do you like it?”

He slapped her behind.  “How do you like it?”  She was surprised at the feelings that burst forth in all parts of her body.

“Do it again.”  He slapped her again, a little harder this time.  The sting definitely reverberated throughout her body.  Moaning a little, she wiggled her bottom and Arnie responded accordingly.  The swats became stingier and with each swat, Christine became more and more excited.  She guided Arnie’s hand to her source of heat. His one hand kept slapping her bottom as his other hand fingered her to orgasm.  It was the most intense she had ever experienced. She reached for Arnie. “Honey, I’m not going to last long.  It’s been so long and I’m so turned on.” 

“Let me ride you.”  She climbed on top and as she lowered herself onto his staff, he sucked in a breath. 

“Spank me,” she asked.   She teased, and each time she pulled out, he smacked harder.  She was amazed when she realized she was going to orgasm again.  She began to ride him harder and faster until he exploded within her bringing her to nirvana along with him. 

When they came back to earth, lying there all sweaty and sated,  enjoying the afterglow, they were interrupted by a loud scream from Jack.  Christine jumped out of bed and as she walked out of the room, Arnie could see her pink behind and his flaccid member suddenly came back to attention. 

When Cristine came back into the room carrying Jack, she looked at Arnie. "Maybe, Father Knows Best."  They both beamed and knew they had entered a new phase of their relationship.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.