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 21^st 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.

Fireworks

We are finally back on the road.  But Mother Nature is conspiring against us.  The call was for strong wind and severe storms so we decided to pull off the road early.  The wind was gusting at about 50 mph and last night Mother Nature provided a great fireworks display.  Kept listening for that freight train.  Thankfully, never did hear it although I am not sure what we would have done if we had.  There was some hail but nothing damaging. We dodged another bullet.

We began today with our own brand of fireworks.  Taking full advantage of privacy, hubby delivered a soft sexy spanking which was followed by playtime.  Love to begin the day that way.

Another short day on the road though.  The sun is shining but the wind is gusting again and I was getting "landsick (as oppposed to seasick) from being buffeted by the wind.  We were going into a head wind and the gas gauge was losing the battle. We decided to call it an early day and pulled into a campground in an area between Midland and Odessa.  With any luck tomorrow will be less windy and we can exit the State of Texas. I think we have been here long enough to establish residency.

See you later.  More aimless ramblings down the road.

What To Do with Quiet Time

We had some quiet time the other day.  We weren't alone but everybody seemed to be occupied elsewhere.  I suggested to hubby we take advantage of the situation.

We searched the tool bag for a quiet implement but all seemed to be too loud.  He went to the closet and pulled out one of those plastic hangers.   He told me lay over the bed and began with the spanking.  I had on a pair of those nylon exercise pants but boy did that hanger hurt.  I kept complaining that the end was catching my thighs and that he kept spanking in the same place,  oohing and aahing and squirming.  Finally, he said enough and got out the doggin bat - even if it was noisier he didn't want to hear me keep complaining.  Guess I'm not a good "bottom".  The doggin bat, although noisier, hurt too but not nearly as much.  I think those nylon exercise pants made both implements hurt more than usual. Either that or I have turned into a wimp. The heat of my bottom couldn't dissipate in the air.  It stung for quite a while afterward - something that usually doesn't happen.  It was a lovely feeling.  We went on to other playful activities which always enhances the experience.

We didn't waste our quiet time - I am so proud of us.  LOL

LIGHTENING STRIKES

Hope everyone enjoyed the holiday weekend.  Here in the Dallas area, Friday and Saturday were nice but Sunday turned out to be a rainy day.  Wouldn't be a bit surprised if the Easter Bunny didn't have to swim in some places.  Do hard boiled eggs float?  The creek in the back is more like a river and the pond overflowed again.  We had some excitement again too. There was a bright flash and a horrific clap of thunder when lightening struck the electric gate opener out front.  It tripped a breaker and everything went dark. The good part was there was no tornadic activity today.

We finally were able to get in some alone time Saturday.  Everybody left to run errands and we figured we had about an hour and we made good use of the time.  I was quite warm when we were finished. It had been a long time between sessions and I was hollering STOP in no time.  Hubby tried several implements deciding which one gave him the most leverage while I was in the OTK position.  I think he decided the back scratcher got the most reaction from me.

We weren't able to dance our dance until later that night.  I had an appointment with the accupuncturist and we had to get on the road.  I pinched a nerve in my neck and finally couldn't stand it any more.  This is my first experience with being a voodoo doll and let me tell you it is not for the faint of heart.  I had needles sticking out everywhere.  The second session was even worse.  He used Rolfing and that hurt worse than any spanking I've ever received.  It's been two days and my chest and back and still sore where he really exerted pressure.  I think my neck is better or it just might be that the other places hurt more. 

That's all for now.  Will have more aimless ramblings at a later day.     Have a great day.  

SPRING FLING

Janet was so excited to be getting away for a few days.  She and two of her fellow teachers Sydney and Brianna had rented a cottage at Myrtle Beach for the long Easter weekend.  All she wanted to do was relax on the beach, work on her suntan and read a book that had nothing to do with her schoolwork.  In addition to her teaching position she was studying for her Master’s and would be completing the program in June.  Her schedule hadn’t allowed her much free time for the last two years and this was a much needed break.

When they arrived at the cottage there was a picnic basket filled with a bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers awaiting them.  The card attached said welcome and was signed by a C. Bartlett.  Neither one of them knew a C. Bartlett but after unloading the car, they opened the wine and munched on the crackers and cheese.  They were sitting on the screened in porch discussing what they planned on doing for the rest of the weekend when a car pulled in the driveway. A good looking man of about 40 stepped out and came to the door.  He knocked and yelled hello.

“Hi, I’m Chad Bartlett.   I own the cottage and just dropped by to see if you received the goodie basket and if there was anything I could do to make your stay more enjoyable.”

They all responded at once that so far they couldn’t think of anything.  Janet introduced Sydney and Brianna and then herself.  She thanked him for the basket.

“As you can see, we are enjoying the gift.  Would you like to join us for a glass of wine?”

He replied that although he would like to he had to get to an appointment on the other side of town.  He told them that later that evening The Fish Shanty was having a live band and a Ladies’ Nite they might enjoy.  Usually just the locals attended and it wouldn’t be as crowed as some of the other tourist traps.  Janet thanked him for the information and said they just might do that.  She extended her hand and when he touched her fingers, she got an electrical shock. She quickly pulled her hand back and held the door open for him.

When he left all three ladies looked at each other and just smiled.  Sydney remarked that he was one good looking guy.  Brianna and Janet agreed.  Of the three, Janet was the only one not attached in some way.  They changed into their swimsuits and headed down to the beach. Before leaving, Janet had googled the handsome Mr. Bartlett.  She found that he was a local realtor and involved in many community projects.  She also found that he was divorced and the father of two teenage children.

Over the last two years she hadn’t had much time for socializing.  She had the occasional date but mostly spent her free time working on her thesis.  She wouldn’t mind a quick little fling to add some excitement to her life.  They had decided to give The Fish Shanty a try and she hoped he would be there.  She had definitely felt something when she shook his hand.  She wondered if he felt the same thing.

They arrived at The Fish Shanty about 7:30pm.  It was already crowded and they had to wait for a table.  They waited in the bar until their name was called.  While they were sitting there just enjoying the company and the scenery, the waiter arrived with a tray of drinks.

“We didn’t order another round” Sydney said.

The waiter responded that Chad Bartlett  had sent them over.  He nodded in his direction.  Janet looked over and Chad winked back in acknowledgement.  It wasn’t long before he sauntered over to their table and remarked he was glad they had taken his suggestion.  He said they wouldn’t regret it.  The seafood was the best on the beach and much more reasonable than some of the fancier restaurants. Janet hoped he was right on both counts because  teachers salaries only went so far. 

“Oh, so you are all teachers.  I started out that way but soon found out that I couldn’t support my family on a teacher’s salary.” 

They all nodded in agreement.  Brianna asked about his family.  Janet was glad that she didn’t have to broach that subject.  He explained that he had been divorced for several years and that he had two children, a girl 15 and a boy 17.  He then inquired about them. Sydney replied she was married but her husband was in the military and on a short term assignment in Europe.  Brianna said was engaged but her fiancé was involved in an engineering project and was in DC for the next two weeks.  He seemed to brighten when Janet didn’t mention any attachments.

Just then, the waiter called their number and said their table was ready.  Janet asked him to join them and he readily agreed.  He was a good conversationalist and entertained them with tales  of the local lore.  When the band started he asked Janet to dance.  She readily accepted and found he was a great dancer.  He was courteous enough to also ask Sydney and Brianna to dance also.  Janet noticed though that he saved the slow numbers for her.  By the end of the evening, he asked Janet if she would be comfortable enough to join him for a walk on the beach and if he could take her home.  She said that would be fine and she would tell her friends she would see them later.
 

They left and strolled on the beach.  They continued telling each other about themselves when Janet asked about the cause of his divorce and if it was hard on his children.  He explained that he wasn’t always the best husband as far as his wife was concerned.  He said his children had adapted better than he expected and he thought it was because he was still a strong presence in their lives.

Janet didn’t delve into the matter any further.  She felt it was a private matter and if he wanted to explain further he would do so.  It didn’t matter to her.  She wanted a weekend romance – nothing more.

They continued to walk and talk until Janet said she wanted to call it a night.  She said they’d had a long drive and she was exhausted.  He asked if he could see her again tomorrow and she said she would have to check with Sydney and Brianna to see if they had made any plans.  She knew they would encourage her to see Chad but she didn’t want to seem too anxious.  She told him she would call him in the morning.  He dropped her off at the cottage and gave her a chaste good night kiss.

The kiss left her wanting more. 

About 10:00 the next morning she called Chad and got his voicemail.  She told him she was available if he still wanted to get together.  He called back about an hour later and explained he had to take his daughter to practice.  He said he would pick her up about 11:30 and to bring a bathing suit.

As they drove to the marina he asked if she liked sailing.  She said she hadn’t done much but she did enjoy being out on the water.  He told her he had a picnic lunch delivered to his boat and thought they would sail to one of the smaller coves and enjoy an afternoon of sailing and sun.

The cove was secluded and empty when they moored.  They went ashore in the inflatable dingy, had lunch and decided to nap in the sun.  She awoke when she felt someone watching her.  Chad was laying there, propped up by this elbow and just staring. 

“You are quite pretty, Janet.  And to think you have a brain too”

“Thank you, she said, but it must be good genes, have to thank my parents”.

“Unassuming too.  I could be very tempted to succumb to your charms”.

Janet blushed and responded she could say the same things about him.  He reached over a started to kiss her neck, her ears and soon they were in each others arms and kissing passionately. 

“I think we better stop before this goes any further”, he said

She asked why.  He responded he was not prepared to go to the next step.  He didn’t have any protection.  She told him she had been a girl scout and she was prepared.  She reached into her purse and pulled out a package of condoms.  He laughed and said that on top of everything else, she was also resourceful.

Soon they were naked.  He pushed her down and began kissing while his fingers strolled deliciously down her torso.  When she didn’t think she could take any more, he found her wetness and his talented fingers found their mark.  Just as she had almost reached nirvana, he stopped, rolled her over, and began spanking her well rounded butt.  She was startled and was just about to say something when his fingers again found her sweet spot.  Once again she was arching her body to achieve climax when he stopped and once again began spanking her.  This time he continued to spank her while his other hand fingered her to completion.  She had never had such a powerful orgasm.   She was still trying to catch her breath when he rolled her over and entered her with a powerful thrust.  It wasn’t long before she was within reach of another orgasm when he reached his climax that brought her over the top.  He rolled off her and lay back on the blanket.  She lay there spent.  She had just experienced the best sex of her life.

“WOW” was all she managed to say.  He just grinned and matter of factly asked if she was okay.

“More than okay” she answered.  “I would have never thought that a spanking could feel so good. 
"There are many kinds of spankings.  If you like we could experiment to see which ones you liked best.  She giggled and said that maybe he could hide a couple of suggestions in her Easter Basket.

He said he would check with the Easter Bunny to see what could be done.

                                  
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Patrick's Lucky Day

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Today was going to be his lucky day – he just knew it.  After all it was St. Patrick’s Day and he was named Patrick. He and his brothers, Jack and Bobby would be marching in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  They were part of the family business.  That business happened to be policemen for the City of Chicago.  It was a long family tradition – both their father and grandfather had been policemen before them.

As he was putting on his uniform he thought about how proud he was of his family.  They were a large rowdy bunch and loved each other fiercely.  Along with Jack and Bobby, there were also three sisters, Maureen, Colleen and Katie. Their parents, John and Kathleen Cochrane, were hosting their usual St. Patrick’s Day party at their house after the parade.  He was the oldest and the only one not yet married with children.  The family never missed an opportunity to remind him he wasn’t getting any younger – today would be no exception.  He would be getting the jibes all day long.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to get married and settle down.  He had just not found anyone with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life.  He had a couple of long term relationships but they were just long enough for him to realize he didn’t want them to be around forever.

Maybe today the luck of the Irish along with some help from the leprechauns would yield him a sweet Irish lass.

              

After the parade everyone stopped by Flannagan’s for a beer.  He didn’t stay long because he wanted to stop by his house to take his dog Barney for a walk before he left for his parents.  He was just rounding the corner and Barney was doing his usual sniff every object possible when a little kitty went dashing in front of them.  Barney lunged forward and knocked him off balance and he found himself down on his kiester.  He was surprised when he heard giggling and then a quick apology for laughing.  He tried to get up with as much dignity as he could muster when he looked up and saw her.  Fireworks were going off everywhere.  She was about 5”4 with the bluest eyes he had ever seen, strawberry blond hair pulled back in a pony tail and he immediately knew this was his lucky day.  He introduced himself and told her he was usually not this awkward but Barney loved to chase anything that moved and the kitty was just too much temptation for him to overcome.  She laughed again and it was the sound of tinkling bells.  She introduced herself as Lauren and said she lived just around the corner.  She said she had often seen them going on their walk.  He asked her what she was doing for the rest of her life and she laughed again. 

“I don’t know about the rest of my life, but tonight I am going to a party with my co-worker” she said.

Patrick laughed and asked her for dinner on Saturday.  She agreed.  She knew he was a policeman and if she couldn’t be safe with a cop there was not much hope left in this world.  Lauren gave him her address and he said he would pick her up around 7:00.

They both went their respective ways.  Patrick couldn’t believe his luck but then today was his day, wasn’t it.

Lauren had often seen Patrick and Barney on their daily walks and thought he was a fine looking male specimen.  Six feet, two inches with shiny black hair and green eyes – she had tried accidently running into him often.  Today it finally worked.  She couldn’t wait until Saturday.

                         

The party was in full swing when he got to his parents.  There were kids running everywhere and everyone laughing and enjoying telling stories of past years escapades. The ladies were all milling around the kitchen tending to last minute food preparation and exchanging their own stories. It was always the same but it never failed to bring a smile to his face and joy to his heart.  He was glad to be part of this loud raucous family but also a little jealous because he sometimes felt the odd man out. 

Sometime later he looked up and saw Lauren and Kevin standing at the door next to his sister Katie.  Kevin had been a friend of Katie’s ever since college and was actually the godfather to Sean, Katie and Bills’ youngest son.  His heart sank.

He casually walked over and said hello to Lauren.  Katie and Kevin were surprised. 

“I didn’t know you two knew one another” Katie said.

“We just met this afternoon” said Lauren.

Kevin said he and Lauren worked together and she mentioned she had never been to a St. Paddy’s Day party before.  He told her he knew the perfect place to enjoy the best time ever. Based on Katie and Kevin’s reaction, Pat had the distinct impression this was a set up.  He would get Katie alone later and give her the biggest hug for interfering in his life.  

Lauren had been trying to meet Pat for a while and now they were thrown together twice in the same day.  Maybe some of that Irish Leprechaun magic was working. She could feel Pat’s reaction to her and knew that he was as interested in her as she in him.  Lauren loved how he interacted with his siblings and nieces and nephews.  He was both strong and gentle.  She felt he was someone who could give her what she craved in a relationship. 

Pat spent the rest of the evening glued to Lauren’s side.  She was cute and sassy.  He didn’t want to scare her off but he knew she was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. When she and Kevin left Pat thought there really was such a thing as love at first sight. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

Saturday at 6:55 Pat was as Lauren’s door.  She yelled to come on in she would be right down. He didn’t like her leaving the door unlocked and made a mental note to discuss it with her.  When she came downstairs, he was dumbstruck again.  She had on a black mini with a low slung silver belt, black knee high boots, her hair over to one side. She looked gorgeous and all thoughts of lecturing her about the unlocked door had flown out the window.

They got in the car and Pat reminded her to buckle up.  She said she never used the seat belt and had actually disconnected the buzzer in her car.  Being a policeman, he couldn’t let that go. “When you are riding in a car, a seat belt is a must.  It is the law and you can get ticketed. But most importantly it can save your life. Now please put on your seat belt.” She did so reluctantly.

They drove to the restaurant and had a wonderful dinner.  Conversation revolved around what a wonderful family he had and how much fun she had at the party. When they got back in the car to drive home, Lauren did not fasten her seatbelt. Pat reminded her again and told her the third time he would make sure he would never have to remind her again.

“What are you going to do, spank me?”

“As a matter of fact, yes I will.

“If you think you are man enough to spank me, you’re welcome to try” she teased.

“Oh, I am man enough.  Just let me catch you not wearing your seatbelt again and you will find yourself over my knee.”

“I think I would like that” she replied.

 Lauren was excited.  She had always had a secret desire to meet a man who believed in spanking.  She mentioned it to a boyfriend once and he said he didn’t go in for kink.  After that, she squelched her desires but they never went away.  Here was a man who obviously didn’t feel that way. She couldn’t wait to test the waters. 

They made a date for the following weekend. When Pat picked her up,  the door was unlocked and she yelled for him to come in.  The minute she came downstairs he told her it was very unsafe to leave her door unlocked.  She asked him if she continued to do so would that be another spanking offense.

“Absolutely”

“I will have to make a note of all the things I do that deserve a spanking” Lauren replied sassily.

On their way back home after the date, Lauren did not buckle her seat belt.  Pat didn’t say a word just reached over and buckled her in. They pulled up to her house and he walked her to the door.  Once inside he held her in his arms and kissed her.  Lauren was disappointed.  She deliberately had not fastened her seat belt.  Now here he was hugging and kissing her.  What a disappointment. He kissed her again and then led her over to the sofa.  Then he began his lecture.  He told her what she could expect if he ever caught her not using her seat belt again.  She didn’t want to make this too easy on him though.

“Don’t go getting all policemen on me. I don’t need protection. I’m an adult and I can take care of myself” Lauren said haughtily.

“I’m sure you can, said Pat.  I am sorry if you are offended but it comes naturally.  I’m the oldest in my family and I have been looking after my siblings long before I became a policeman.  As for being an adult, you haven’t been acting responsibly.  Leaving doors unlocked and not using seatbelts is not responsible behavior.”

With that, he took her over his knee and began to spank her.  The spanks came hard and fast and in no time Lauren began to wiggle around.  She was kicking up her legs and almost kicked him.  He pinioned her legs under his and began another assault on her bottom.  When she finally settled down he let up and asked her if she had enough. She nodded her assent and he helped her up and held her on his lap.

“You are going to wear your seat belt from now on, right?” asked Pat

“Yes”

“You are going to lock your doors when you are home alone, right” he asked again.

“Yes”

“Okay.  I hope so because otherwise you will find yourself back over my knee”

Lauren smiled to herself and thought yes I will make sure to find myself over your knee many a time, my big Irish lad. 

Pat whistled his way to his car and patted the lucky four leaf clover he kept in his pocket.


  

Happy Valentine's Day

She woke with the thought that today was going to be the most perfect day ever. This was going to be their first Valentine’s Day together as a married couple. Technically they had been married for ten years but Rob always seemed to be on another continent on Valentine’s Day. Last year he was in Afghanistan and the only contact was a Skype call.  Today he was here in Walnut Creek and she had been planning this day for a while.

                                      

A limo would drive them to the beach for sunset cocktails then onto Jackson’s By the Sea for a romantic dinner.  They would retreat to the lounge for après dinner drinks and coffee.  She would remove her panties on her last trip to the ladies’ room and hand them to him to hold for her. At first, he wouldn’t even realize what was in his hand. He would be ready to leave right then and there. But she had other plans.  They would linger a while heightening the sexual tension, return to the limo for some naughty foreplay and then home to a night filled with super hot sex.

At least, that’s how she imagined it would happen.  The reality wasn’t even close.

She woke with a scratchy throat and the sound of pouring down rain.  Damn, she thought, why did it have to be today?  She went downstairs and there was a card propped up on the table.  She poured a cup of coffee and sat down and opened her card. It was a funny card not the romantic card she had hoped to get.  She loved sweet sappy romantic cards.  Funny cards were fine for and from others, but from Rob she expected more.  She was disappointed.  When she went to put the creamer back in the fridge, there was a note from Rob asking her to please pick up his shirts from the laundry, get new windshield wipers from the auto parts store, stop by the post office to buy stamps, and if she had time drop off his uniform at the tailor’s.  She felt like going right back to bed and pulling the covers up over her head.  Instead she headed for the bathroom, took two aspirin and turned on the shower.

She was going to handle this like an adult and not a sulking brat.  If she hurried, she could do all of the chores on the list and still get back home in plenty of time to relax and get ready for their wonderful evening date.

She had just left the post office and was on the way to the tailor’s when she heard a funny noise.  She kept driving and a few seconds later, she heard it again. This time it was even louder.  Then the engine light came on.  Oh, just what I need.  She looked to see if there was a gas station she could pull into but no, of course not, that would be too easy.  She pulled into the parking lot of a nearby medical office and called Triple A.  They said they were backed up and wouldn’t be there for at least another hour.  So much for getting home early she thought.  She called Rob and told him what was happening and asked if she should try to make it home or just wait for the tow truck.  He suggested she wait for the truck.

Ninety minutes later, she was still waiting.  By now, the aspirin had worn off and her throat was aching, she was hungry because she had missed lunch and she had to pee.  She phoned Triple A again.  They apologized for the wait and said they would get to her as soon as possible.  She told them to forget it; she wasn’t going to wait any longer.  She started the car and drove a few miles before she heard the noise.  She was almost home when the car just stopped.  Luckily, it stopped on a residential street and there wasn’t any traffic.  She tried starting the car to no avail.  Now what, she thought.  If I call Triple A, it’s still going to be at least an hour until they arrive.  She decided to call a taxi.  A Good Samaritan came by and assisted her in getting her car off the road.  Finally, the cab arrived and drove her home.  She was soaking wet and in a foul mood.  This wouldn’t have happened if Rob had not given her that list of chores to do on Valentines’ Day.  She grabbed a glass of wine, took two aspirin and hopped in a hot steamy shower.

She stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out.  She heard Rob walk into the bedroom. The first thing he said was:

“Where did you have the car towed?  I called Total Repair.  The car’s not there”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too honey” said a totally pissed Diane.

“Oh, sorry.  Happy Valentine’s Day” as he reached over and gave her a kiss.

“So where’s the car? He asked again.

Diane’s voice rose exponentially   “The fucking car is parked at the curb on Dexter Avenue”. Thank you for your concern.” She said through gritted teeth.

She went on about the car, the chores, her sore throat, his inconsideration, dadadadadada. He took her in his arms and told her he was truly sorry she had such a bad day. He promised he would make it up to her.  He suggested they cancel their plans and just stay home and have a do over on Saturday.  Diane said no way; she had been planning this day for months.

The limo driver rang the bell promptly at 6:00.  Diane was not quite ready and when she came downstairs, Rob whistled and told her how beautiful she looked.   She acknowledged his comment but was still not in a very forgiving mood.  Since there was no sunset on this gloomy day they went right to the restaurant for cocktails.  Between the aspirin and drinks, Diane was beginning to feel woozy.  Rob suggested she slow down and switch to a non-alcoholic beverage. She told him she didn’t need him to be her keeper.  

“Maybe so”, he told her, “but if you keep acting like this, we are going to call a halt to this evening. You are not feeling well and so far you are not enjoying yourself and neither am I.”

She pushed back her chair and stormed over to the ladies room.  While she was gone, Rob closed out the check and went and waited by restroom door.  When Diane came out, he took hold of her elbow and escorted her out the door.  She was fighting him all the way.  The limo driver was waiting.  Once seated, Rob asked the driver to close the privacy window. 

“Relax, he told her”

“Like hell I will”, she said.

He told her she had better calm down or she would have a very red bottom to mark her Valentine’s Day. She didn’t heed the warning. When they got home she was still carrying on.  She stormed into the bedroom.  When he followed, she picked up his clothes brush and threw it at him.  It narrowly missed his head.

That’s it”, he said, “You had your last chance”. 

He picked up the brush, pulled her over his knee, yanked up her dress and proceeded to put the clothes brush to good use.  He was angry and knew he shouldn’t be doing this but she had really pissed him off.  He stopped spanking and looked at that lovely backside all reddened by the brush and lust just took over.  He picked her up and seated her on his lap and began kissing her while rubbing her punished tush.

“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you planned.  I am sorry I spanked you but you were so out of control I lost my temper too.

 Will you forgive me?”

She just nodded her head.  He continued to hold and comfort her. 

“Damn, I love your ass”, as his hands kept massaging those fleshy mounds.

The kisses and hands became more demanding, their caresses more passionate, touching, feeling, teasing, exploring each other’s pleasure points – and deep in
 the throes of the most mind blowing sex they had ever had.

Maybe this wasn’t the Valentine’s Day she had planned but it turned out to be even better.                          

RED is the color of the day

Red Sky, Red Tail, Red Tales and Red Sunset.  It’s been that kind of day.

Beautiful sunrise this morning.  Sky was filled with shades of red, pink and purple.  Kind of like a well spanked butt.  I don’t usually get to see a sunrise because I am a late riser but happy I got up this morning to see God’s artwork.

We went to see the movie Red Tales today.  For those not in the know, it is about the Tuskegee Airmen who were the first black pilots in the US military (WWII).  I am a history buff so I thoroughly enjoyed the film. Several years ago there was an HBO movie called Tuskegee Airmen that was very good too.  The HBO movie gave a lot more of the history of how they came  to be so in that respect, I liked that one better.                                                      


Prior to going to the movie, hubby and I had some play time.  My tail was attacked with the doggin’ bat and I was dancing around pretty good.  He said he was glad I liked being spanked because he sure liked spanking me.  When my posterior gets to a certain shade of red, he stops.  I am never going to get any badges because I color quickly and fade even faster.  Oh well, its fun while it lasts. For those spanknos out there quit rolling your eyes.

Outstanding sunset this evening.  Going to miss seeing the sun go down over the gulf.  Guess we’ll be seeing it over the desert or the Pacific.  Those sunsets can be very colorful too.  Is the green flash only visible over water or can you see it over land too?  I’ll have to look that up. 


We even stopped at a Mexican restaurant for dinner and had lots of red stuff (salsa, enchilada sauce) etc,. etc.

Enough aimless rambling for now.  See you later.