Dropping the "F" bomb

Hola everyone and Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian Friends.  Hope you enjoy a great day with lots of good food.  Remember, foods eaten on a holiday contain no calories, you can partake to your heart's content with no worries.

Things here are good - still pretty warm but I know it will cool down one of these days. Lately, I've felt the need to change some things around in the house.  I don't dare mention changing the furniture, but I have re-arranged and bought some new stuff for the walls.  Ray always said it's a wonder he's still around because I get tired of the same ole, same ole.  

How are things your world?  Are you getting excited for the upcoming holidays?  I know, I know but they will be here before you know it.  The stores are filled with Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas stuff - it's hard to ignore.  

Okay, okay.  Here is this week's story.  It's short and sweet.  Enjoy

Boy, do I have a story to tell.  I got my butt smacked last night for dropping the f-bomb.  I am usually pretty careful about using that word in mixed company unless it’s people I know and who know me.  A bunch of us were playing cards and one of the other players who I know quite well was sitting there fiddling with her cards.  It was her turn and I was getting annoyed.  “For pity sake, quit playing with the “f**kin’ cards and take your turn.”  Now because it was Marilyn, I didn’t think anything of it until the silence ensued at the table.  KAREN, you apologize this minute,” were the words that broke the silence.  My husband who doesn’t usually have much to say spoke up loud and clear.  There was no mistaking the order or tone of his statement. 

I apologized and the others said not to mind except one of the ladies said that she didn’t use that word anymore.  She went on to say she used it one time when she first met her husband and he spanked her bottom with the admonition that he never wanted to hear that word come out of her mouth again.  She said she never used it again.  My quiet husband piped up with “Did you hear that Karen?”  I shook my head yes, lowered my eyes and listened to the giggles of the others around the table.

At home later that night, I told my husband he embarrassed me.  He told me that I embarrassed him by using such foul language.

 “You know that word is not a stranger to either one of us,” I told him.

“I agree, but it is not a word to be used in mixed company by either one of us,” he told me. 

“We’ve had this discussion before.”

“Yes, I know and I apologized.  It was just that it was only Marilyn.”

“Nonetheless, maybe I should try Derek’s trick, you have been a little snippy lately.”

“Get real,” I called to him as I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I thought the discussion was over.  I was wrong.  When I returned from the bathroom he was sitting on the edge of the bed.  He reached out and took my arm as I passed by.  With a move and a quickness, I didn’t think he had in him, I was over his knee.  My head and feet dangling like a carrot.

“Hey, what’s this?  Let me up, I’m going to get a headache.”

“You’re going to get more than a headache.”

That’s when I felt the first smack of his hand against my bare flesh.  It took a minute for the sound to connect with the pain I felt.  “Hey,” I yelled.  It was as if he didn’t hear me because another smack landed. “Hey,” I yelled again and tried to wiggle out of his reach.  He just pulled me closer to him and his arm held me in a vice like grip. 

My quiet husband smacked my bottom, first one cheek then another and back again until I was squirming around like a drop of water in a hot skillet.  My bottom stung like hell but then I realized something else.  A bulge, a big bulge was pressing into my stomach.  My hand reached between us and I gave him a good squeeze.  He yelled out and his hand smacked my bottom harder than before.  I was having fun now, no matter how hard he spanked, I was enjoying being over his knee.  I could feel the wetness on my thighs and realized that I was hornier than I’d been in quite some time.  I didn’t want him to stop and apparently he didn’t want to stop either.  The bulge grew bigger and harder and while he continued spanking with one hand, his other hand massaged my lady parts.  I was squirming now for a different reason than trying to avoid being spanked, I was squirming with pleasure and the sensations of pain on my bottom combined with his fingers working magic on my clitoris soon led to nirvana.  I shattered into a thousand pieces.

Not sure how, but he had me up and on all fours on the bed.  I heard him removing his pants and he must have been having trouble with the zipper. “Goddammit, if I don’t get these damn things off soon, I’m going to cream my pants and I haven’t don’t that since sixth grade.”  I wanted to laugh but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.  Finally, he pulled me up and I felt a very large, hard object swishing around in my juices before he plunged into the pool of wetness that was awaiting him.

After we both came back down to earth, he rolled off me and pulled me to him.  I looked into his eyes and said:“that was the best fucking sex, we’ve ever had.”  We both laughed like hell, as he smacked my bottom and off we went again.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.