Cruisin' can lead to a bruisin

Another week has slipped by without me realizing it was gone.  I seem to constantly chase my tail.  It's amazing to me how I used to get things done when I worked.  It's definitely true that you will up the time you have - kinda like a big purse.  

Tomorrow's the day of the eclipse - it's all we've been hearing for the past week.  Well, that and the antics of 45 - talk about someone needing spanked.  Anyway, I'm not sure how many of you will be watching and how much you'll get to see, but it's pretty spectacular.  I remember one from years ago and it wasn't even total - not that I'll get to see the whole thing from here.  Be sure to use those glasses though - want you to be able to read my story.  Get those glasses ready - that or the box with a pin hole.  Remember that?  Ray bought me glasses, so I'm set.

Here's this week's story.  I wouldn't mind taking a twenty-one-day cruise.  I think Ray might jump overboard after fourteen days - he's done ten though.  

Ginger LeBlanc had a fabulous job as the assistant to a high-powered executive.   She was present in his life for all occasions and in all places.  It’s not at all what you think.  Their relationship was strictly professional and Blake Winston’s wife was fully onboard with Ginger. They worked in complete partnership to ensure that Blake Winston was able to maintain a balance between home and work.

When Blake’s wife convinced him to take a twenty-one-day cruise to de-stress, it was only with the proviso that Ginger also come along.  He would cut back on his daily activities but he needed at least an hour or so a day to keep abreast of his work. Ginger was well versed in the machinations of the company and was the recipient of any communication that came to Blake. With her on the cruise, it was easy for Blake to relax because he knew that Ginger was more than capable of deciding if anything might need his attention and with very little input, handle the situation.

So it was, that Ginger LeBlanc was experiencing the cruise of a lifetime, all expenses paid.  Sure she was on call but the rest of the time was hers to enjoy. On the very first day of the cruise, she was on the Lido Deck enjoying the ocean breezes when a man sat in the chair next to her. Cruises are friendly places and it wasn’t long before they were chatting like long lost friends. Ginger introduced him to Blake and his wife.  They got along famously and spent much of their time as a foursome, sitting at the same dinner table, taking tours together, shopping and on and on. 

The relationship between the four of them was so open and easy and one day during the last week of the cruise, she realized that she might be in love with Greg Townsend. Could it be he felt the same? Was it was merely a shipboard romance and once they docked, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again?  Deciding not to let her worries cloud the last days of the trip, she embraced her good fortune and put all thoughts out of her head and enjoyed the remaining time with Greg.

At dinner, on the last night of the cruise,  they talked about what a wonderful time they had together and how tomorrow would bring the real world into focus.

“So Greg, what is awaiting you on docking tomorrow?”

“That depends,” he replied.

“Okay, I’m falling for it, depends on what,” Blake asked.

“Depends on Ginger.”  Ginger dropped her fork and looked at Greg.   Four eyes turned to Ginger. The look on her face told them she had no idea what Greg meant.  They didn’t have to wait long for an answer.  Actually, Blake’s wife, Catherine had a smile on her face before Greg spoke up.

“Ginger, I have had such a wonderful time with you and your friends.  It’s been something I’ve missed and I don’t want to give it up.  I realize this is quick and shipboard romances usually run their course, but I want this shipboard romance to continue long after we disembark tomorrow. What say, you give us a chance to make a go of it on land?”

Ginger was flummoxed but Blake and Catherine were all smiles. “Greg, I’d love it but how would it work, we live so far apart.”

“Ginger, I didn’t plan on announcing my plans in front of an audience.  It just happened.  Sure there are details but I think we could work out any problems.”

Ginger looked to Blake and Catherine and they were both nodding their heads in assent. The Winston’s took their leave saying that the couple had some details to work out and they’d leave them some privacy. 

 Ginger knew that Greg Townsend lived in South Africa.  He was a widower and had taken the cruise on a lark when his former in-laws took his daughter for the summer.  His daughter was going on twelve and according to Greg was filled with raging hormones that he didn’t know how to handle.  He was only too happy to get some space between them and had three weeks before he had to return home to resume parenting.

 

His plan was to stay in Manchester to see if their shipboard romance could flourish on land. Ginger explained that although she’d have to work she would reserve her evenings and weekends for him. 

The weeks flew by and with each day their feelings for each other strengthened.  They had their battles, Greg learning that Ginger was not always acquiescent and he saw in her some of the traits he saw in his daughter.  His wife had been the soul of submission but Rowena had inherited his stubborn streak. He witnessed that Ginger had that same streak and wondered how it would work between the two of them.

They were both aware the three weeks were almost up and it took a toll on them.  Both were a little snarly Greg handled it the only way he knew how.  He threatened Ginger that unless she changed her mood, things wouldn’t end on a good note.

“I don’t know what you think you’ll accomplish by threatening me, but I’m quite sure it’s not what you expect.”

“That may be so, but keep it up and you’ll see. They are not idle threats. I only take so much before I lash out.”

“Greg, I don’t want our last days to be fraught with anger, let’s talk about things.  I hate that you have to leave.”

“I hate it too.  I have a solution.”  With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box.  “Be my wife Ginger, and we can leave together and live happily ever after.”

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“I love you, Greg. I love that you just asked me to be your wife, but it’s not as simple as that. I don’t think I’m ready to give up my life here and move to a strange country. That’s not the only consideration either.  Think of Rowena, how would she react to her father bringing home a woman to live in his house and share her father’s affection?  As much as I’d like to, I just can’t give you an answer right now.

They left the matter unsettled.

Ginger was bereft that day Greg left.  She was so teary eyed Greg suggested she not accompany him to the airport, but she was determined. “Let’s just say our goodbye’s here.  It won’t seem so drastic.” He told her.

“No, I’m going.”

‘Baby, I’d rather leave you here instead of waving goodbye at the curb.  Now be a good girl and kiss me goodbye.  The car is waiting.”

“I’m going.”

“Am I going to have to spank you to make you listen?”

“What, spank me.  Is that what you said?”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“Go to hell Mr. Townsend.  I wouldn’t travel to the bus stop with you now.  Go get on that plane and I don’t care if I ever speak with you again.”

“Does that mean you’re not coming over in November?”

“Go, get out.  I don’t want to look at you.”

“Ginger, you know you don't mean that now be a good girl and give me a good bye kiss.”

“Never,” and she pushed him out the door, closed and locked it behind her.  The nerve of him. She could tell he was still standing by the door, but she refused to give in.  Finally, she heard him say I love you and heard his footsteps as he walked away.  She ran to the window to watch him leave and then ran into her bedroom and cried her eyes out.

She cried the remainder of the day and finally so exhausted she fell asleep. 

 She went to work the next day and sitting on her desk was a vase filled with twenty-four red roses and card that read “Are you sorry you didn’t kiss me good bye?  I am, Love.”

The tears started all over again and when Blake arrived he immediately wanted to send her home.  Knowing she would only be worse at home, she told him she would pull herself together to just give her a few moments.

“Okay, but as my parents used to say, if you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about.  Those words always preceded a spanking and while I would never do that, I might suggest that to Greg when next I see him.”  That only caused her tears to intensify.  He ushered her into his office and called Catherine for help.

Catherine took Ginger to lunch.  Ginger was finally able to stop sobbing and told Catherine the whole story of how he proposed, how she told him her feelings and then of yesterday at the door.

“I’m quite sure that Greg won’t hold that against you.  He loves you.”

“Yes, but he threatened to spank me.  I’m a grown woman.”

“Yes, a grown woman who was acting like a spoiled child.”

“I suppose you’re right but what can I do about it now?”

“Call and apologize.”

“You think he will take my call.”

“After seeing two dozen roses on your desk, yes I think he will take your call.”

He took that call.  They skyped daily after that and Ginger arranged to take some time off from work and visit him in South Africa.  He met her at the plane in Johannesburg and before driving to his home to meet Rowena, they stopped at a hotel.

Ginger was surprised and questioned him about it.  “We have some unfinished business I want to settle before we go any further.”

Ginger wasn’t sure what Greg was referring to but she soon found out.  He registered them and held her hand as he escorted her to a room filled with roses of every color.  He hugged and kissed her passionately.  “I’ve missed you so, Ginger, I love you but I think you should know that what I’m about to do is something I will do again and again if you misbehave.  It’s what I do and what you can expect in the future.  If this isn’t what you want, I’ll take you back to the airport and we’ll go our separate ways.  I don’t want to upset Rowena by bringing you into our lives if you’re not going to stay.”   With that he pulled her over to the chair and placed her over his knee, her head and legs dangling off the floor.  That’s when it dawned on her what was about to happen and she wasn’t very accepting.  She began spewing expletives to and about him and raising her legs to kick him.  He managed to anchor her legs between his, and before reaching to hold her hands, flipped up her dress.  Since she was wearing a thong, he didn’t have to remove her panties.  Her two white globes were there waiting – waiting for him to paint them a nice rosy red.    He raised his knee slightly to have better access to his target.  Her wails of protest reverberated around the room as his hand walloped her bare bottom.  He admired her spunk because she fought against him as best she could, her mouth never stopping cursing him to the high heavens.  She squirmed around and he held on tighter and spanked harder.  He was exhausted and wondered how much longer she would carry on when he realized she was silent and he felt her beginning to sob.  He gave her four final slaps, two on each thigh and two on her now glowing bottom before he stopped. 

Not sure of what to expect from her, he let her up cautiously and took her on his lap, carefully avoiding letting her tender bottom rest on his thighs.  He held her close and was surprised when she nuzzled herself into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Her body shook with sobs and he gently kissed her head and rubbed her back. She nestled there for several minutes before he asked if she was okay.

“I’m not sure. What happens now?”

“That’s is entirely up to you, Ginger. “

“Kiss me, Greg and tell me again that you love me.”

“ I love you Ginger Le Blanc and want you to be my wife.”  While he was kissing her, she decided that getting her bottom spanked every now and then wasn’t such a horrible thing – she could live with it.

When he broke the kiss, she looked at him.  “When do I get to meet Rowena?”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.