Lunch at Jason's

2016 - I can't believe it.  Not only did 2015 speed by but the holidays were a blur and didn't even seem like the holidays.  I realized for the first time in forever; I didn't watch the Rose Parade.  I've done that every year since I can remember, and I forgot all about it until New Year's night.  It's as if I was still waiting for the holiday.  Did you see it?  Were the floats as fantastic as ever?  I will tell you that no matter how magnificent they seem on television, seeing them in real life is, even more, beautiful - the detail is unbelievable.

Anyway, with the holidays behind us and a whole new year stretching out ahead, I hope your hopes and dreams are coming true even as you read this post.  

Here's this week's story.  Lunch at Jason's

Here it is Saturday, and I have to come up with a story for the paper by Monday.  The problem is I have no idea what I am going to write about.  That’s the hard part of being a freelance writer.  When I was just another reporter, I had an assignment, but I knew the topic, I just had to provide the words.  Now, I had to provide the subject and the words.  What to write, what to write??

After scrolling through FaceBook and not finding anything that tweaked my creative juices, I decided maybe food was the answer.  After all, it was almost lunchtime.  I grabbed the car keys and my wallet and headed out the door.

I turned on the radio, hoping to get some inspiration from a song, something, anything, but once again no luck.  I had a hankering for a pastrami sandwich and decided that Jason’s Deli was the place to fill my want.  I placed my order, found a small table and awaited the delivery of my sandwich.

There were two couples sitting at the table next to me. They looked to be in the mid-to-late thirties and based on their attire had probably been to or were going to an athletic event.  Now I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but if you want privacy, you don’t go to Jason’s.  It’s a wide open space with nothing to break up or muffle sound. It’s a place to go in grab a bite to eat and leave – the ambiance is not conducive to leisurely lingering over food.  So as I sat there, awaiting my order, every once in a while a word or phrase would jump out and waft my way. One couple seemed to be having a slight disagreement. 

My ears perked up – this might just be the fodder for my article.  The couple that was arguing were getting louder, and the other man tried to quiet them down. 

“Mind your own business, Jake.  I’ll quiet down when Bill stops being such an ass.”

I heard that loud and clear, and now my ears were really perked up.  I watched as Bill grabbed his partner’s knee and squeeze, she winced but it didn’t quiet her down one iota.  This scenario was getting good, and I found myself mesmerized by the scene that was unfolding before me.

Bill brought up his arm and placed it behind his partner, settling it on her backside with fingers pointing down and began tap, tap, tapping away.  He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered something. The color rose from her neck to her forhead as she turned the loveliest shade of pink. 

What magical words had he whispered to quiet her down?  The smug smile on the other couples’ faces seemed to know what had suddenly stilled the girl’s words. My imagination was now running wild, and my writer’s intuition took over. I began weaving a tale in my mind.  This was a couple that practiced domestic discipline.  Okay, maybe not true DD, but maybe he spanked her when she misbehaved. Maybe he just whispered that she was in for a spanking if she didn’t calm down.  I was getting hot and bothered as my mind conjured up a scenario.

Just then the server delivered my lunch.  The food began to calm down my imagination, and I started concentrating on the flavors of the pastrami and mustard as it swirled around my tongue – just the right combination of salty and spice. 

My mind reacted to those words, salty and spice and I remembered what was happening at the next table.  I hoped I wasn’t too obvious as I leaned in their direction to glean any word that may tell me my instincts were correct. Although the conversation was now between the two men, there was still that tension hanging in the air.  I could sense it. The other fellow must have said something funny because both men and the other lady laughed, but not Bill’s partner.  The scowl on her face told me that whatever the remark, it hit close to home.  She got up then and walked to the restroom.  I watched Bill glare as she walked away and his hand swatted the air. The other man gave a knowing smile at the gesture.

I knew then I was right.  Not only was Bill a spanker but the other man was too.  Swiftly my mind shifted into gear, and I knew I had my story.  I could take a page from my own life and write this story. 

My first husband and I married way too young.  We were in lust – not love, but puppy love – but at the time ‘living together without the benefit of marriage’ was not as accepted as it is today.  Especially, not in Bedford Falls, Nebraska. We did not have the first idea of what marriage was or how it worked –not the real life version. We only saw what we wanted, not the everyday struggles of money and budgets and whatnot.  We saw that we could have sex whenever we wanted and we didn’t have to listen to anyone except ourselves.  We weren’t married very long before we realized all of our ideas of marriage were just not true.  Sure – the sex part was great, but the rest wasn’t.  We were fighting all the time, and  when I didn’t get my way, rather than work things out, I just left. 

It wasn’t until I met my current husband, ten years later that I knew what real marriage was. Being on my own taught me a lot but what also helped was a man who had enough confidence in himself not to allow me to walk all over him.  We had been dating about two months when one night I threw a world class temper tantrum over what restaurant we were going to for dinner.  When my cell phone went sailing across the room aimed at his head, his reaction was instantaneous.  I was picked up, upended; dress hiked up and over his knee getting the first spanking I experienced as a grown woman.  It was humiliating and hurt like hell, but instead, of resentment and anger, it had the opposite effect.  Once I settled down I realized that here was a man who cared about me – cared enough not to allow me to disrespect myself or him by childish behavior.  Not to mention, how turned on I was by the spanking and by him. Who knew?

From that day on, I knew to expect a spanking if I crossed the imaginary line in the sand. I also knew that spanking turned me on and knew how to engineer a situation to get me exactly what I wanted.  Sometimes it backfired, and I got more than I wanted, but it was all good.

Oh, to get back to the couple at Jason’s, when the woman returned to the table, and they all stood to leave, I saw the woman get a good hard swat on her backside.  I couldn't see her reaction but I could just imagine that her face was once again colored pin.

I wrote that article, and titled it ‘Do You Spank Your Wife?’  The article got so many responses that my editor suggested I write a series of articles on spanking in modern day marriages. So far, it is one of the most popular series of the year.

The next time I have writer's block and am stumped for a story, I’m going to Jason’s, how about you?

Happy New Year and see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

YOU NEVER NOW - A New Story

You Never Know

Bev was walking around back to come into the kitchen when she saw something that made her gape.  There was her friend Wendy, bare assed across her husband’s knee and he was spanking her with a wooden spoon.  She wasn’t sure what to do.  Do I let them know I'm here, do I call the cops, do I turn tail and run? That’s what she chose to do.  She turned away and quickly tried to make her way down the walkway when she ran into the trash cans and overturned them.  She was even more in a quandary now.  Did they hear her, does she stay and pick up the mess or does she just leave it and go back to bed and pull the covers over her head? She seriously thought about the latter but found herself picking up the mess quickly and getting herself out of there.

When she was home in her own kitchen and calmed down with another cup of tea, she thought maybe she had imagined it - but she knew what she saw. The Wahl’s (Bev and Jeff) and the Andersons’s  (Wendy and Dean)  had been neighbors for the last twenty-five years.  Their children had been raised here and were now adults with families of their own.  She and Bev had served or chaired nearly every committee meeting ever held in Cold Springs and she wouldn’t have believed that they had any secrets between them. But, unless this morning was a fluke, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

Jeff had threatened to spank her over the years but the most that ever came of it were a couple of swats now and then.  It was more slap and tickle than anything else.  He never even raised his hand to the kids.  They were disciplined with lectures, time-outs, groundings and such but never spankings.  As a matter of fact, one of the kids one time said they wished he would just spank them instead of having to listen to one of his lectures.  We laughed about that for years.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to deal with this situation.  Seeing your 57-year old friend bare-assed over her husband’s knee was not something you could just ask anyone about.  And the person she would mostly likely ask for advice was the “victim”.  She tried to put it out of her mind and started doing her daily chores.  There was a Book Club luncheon today and she was in charge of the chicken salad.  Oh My God she said to herself when she realized she would have to face Wendy in just a couple of hours.  It was then she remembered the meeting was at Wendy’s house today and that was the reason for her morning visit.

Bev decided she would watch and see when other members began to arrive before she went over. She thought she might be better able to handle the situation with others around.  She would try to avoid one on one with Wendy as long as possible.  When Carolyn and Merri arrived, she waited a few moments, got the chicken salad and headed over to Wendy’s.  She went to the front door which was unusual and Wendy questioned why she didn’t just come in the back.  Bev stammered out something and that’s when the light bulb went on in Wendy’s eyes.

“You saw” Wendy said.

Bev wanted to crawl in a hole and die but she couldn’t lie. “Yes”, she answered quietly.

Wendy was red-faced and Bev reached over and hugged her. 

“I am so sorry.  I was coming over to ask if you wanted any help and, and” she stammered.

“That’s okay.  In a way, I am glad you know.  Can we talk about this at another time though?  I don’t want anyone else to know”.

“We don’t have to talk about it at all, it’s none of my business” Bev said.

“Oh, now that the cat’s out of the bag it will be much easier now that you know”

The doorbell rang and Wendy went to answer the door.

The book club met once a month and everyone took a turn in recommending the next month’s selection.  This past month they had read “Living with Frank” a novel about Frank Lloyd Wright. When they had finished discussing the book, it was Claire’s turn to choose next month’s selection and she chose “Fifty Shades of Grey”.  She said she knew this was a little controversial but she wanted to know what all the fuss was about and thought that a bunch of middle aged women might learn something to spice up their life.  Everyone laughed and agreed it would be fun to find out what they might have been missing all these years.

Bev stayed behind to help Wendy with the clean-up.  Wendy told Bev to leave it she would get it later.  She said she would rather talk about what Bev had seen this morning.

Wendy explained that she and Dean had been doing this for about five years. She said it started one night when she had one too many glasses of wine and they got into an argument about a movie they had been watching. The movie was McClintock with John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara and in the end John Wayne takes Maureen O’Hara over his knee and spanks her. The argument was because he said that Maureen (Mrs. McClintock) needed to be spanked and she didn’t agree.  If she hadn’t been a little tipsy the argument would have never happened, but she was and he ended up taking her over his knee and told her that she needed that spanking just like Mrs. McClintock.

She said that was the beginning and ever since then whenever she got a little too bossy or unruly he would take her over his knee.  She also told Bev that it had really spiced up their lovelife too.  After that first spanking she was so excited that she initiated sex for the first time in years. For the first couple of months it was like they were on their honeymoon.  They both discovered that spanking could also be lots of fun.

 

Bev listened without commenting.  She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around this scene and didn’t want to alienate her friend by telling her she thought they were nuts.  After all, they were in their late fifties and Jeff was spanking Wendy as if she were a naughty child.  After a while Wendy stopped talking and asked Bev what were her thoughts.

“Truthfully, Wendy, I don’t know what to think.  I have lots of questions but I don’t want to hurt you or our relationship by being judgmental.  Can you give me a couple of days and we can talk about this again?  Would you mind terribly?”

Wendy looked hurt but she agreed to give Bev time to digest all she had learned. Wendy suggested she check out Google and put the word spank in the search line. When Bev went home taking Wendy’s suggestion, she immediately walked over to the computer.  Within seconds the screen revealed more sites dealing with spanking than Bev would have thought possible.  She chose one site which led to another then another and before she knew it Jeff was walking in the door.  He was surprised to see her on the computer - it was not usually her thing.  He asked what she was doing and told him she was researching something Wendy had told her about.  It wasn’t a lie but she was just not ready to talk to him about this.  She closed the computer and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

There on the counter was the crock filled with wooden spoons. She picked out one and looked at it in a whole different way.  She was just slapping it against her hand when Jeff walked in. 

“Honey, want a glass of wine before you start dinner?”

“Okay, that might be a good idea”

He poured her a glass of wine and they both went outside to sit on the deck and enjoy the last of the sunset.  

“Something’s bothering you Honey, what is it?” he said as he clinked her glass.

“I saw Wendy getting spanked today.  Dean has been spanking her for the past five years.”

She went into the events of the day and told him that is what she was researching on the computer when he walked in.

“I’m having trouble with this.  Wendy asked me what I thought and I asked for time to process this. All I can think of is we were raised in an era where Women’s Lib was the topic of the day.  We have made such strides toward equality and here Wendy is willingly submitting to Dean spanking her when he thinks she’s naughty. It just seems so ridiculous to me”.

“Well, honey, if it’s alright with Wendy why are you so upset”.

“That’s the thing Jeff, I don’t know. I was just so surprised.  I guess I just thought it may have been a one-time thing, but then she told me they had been doing this for five years.”

“Do you think that maybe that’s the problem?  The fact that she’s been holding out on you”. He laughed.

“Don’t laugh, this is serious” she said.

“No Honey, it isn’t.  If that is what they choose to do in their home that is their business.”

“I guess you’re right Sweetie and I owe Wendy an apology.  Thank you for your insight. Would you mind terribly if I gave her a call right now?  I feel like she was hurt by my reaction and I want her to know I wasn’t thinking”.

“Go ahead, as a matter of fact, why don’t you invite them over, we can order pizza and just hang out” Jeff suggested.

“That’s a great idea” she said as she was picking up the phone.                   

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That night was the beginning of a whole new relationship between the four of them.  Bev told Wendy how sorry she was for not being supportive right from the beginning.   Wendy told her it was okay but that spanking and the sex afterward was better than they had ever had.  Dean and Jeff came in the room and heard the last part of the conversation.   Dean agreed that it had made a good marriage better and it was just what they needed.

Jeff joked that maybe they should give it a try.  Bev wasn’t sure about that but she was willing to try.

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The following day Bev and Wendy went book shopping for this month’s selection.  Bev called Wendy the next day and told her that she had devoured the book last night and that Jeff couldn’t wait to try some of the things it contained.  She also told her she had just bought the two books that completed the trilogy and she would pass them on as soon as she was finished.  She also told her not to pay any attention to the notes in the margin or the stains on the pages – it was the drool.










See you later for more Aimless Ramblings

A NEW STORY and an UPDATE

The Teacher Learns a Lesson

Jennifer had been alone since her grandmother passed two years ago.  When she died Jennifer was the beneficiary of her house and her insurance policy.  During the last two years, Jennifer had been using some of the insurance money to fix up the house. Money had always been tight when her grandmother was alive and the house had fallen into disrepair.  As much as possible it was a DIY project for Jennifer. She worked on it on weekends and during the summer months.  She taught school in the local high school and once in a while some of her students would come by and lend a hand. 

Last Saturday, Jeremy had stopped by to help her paint the gutters.  He brought along his uncle.  Jennifer was already up on the ladder when they arrived. She was just loading the paint brush when she spotted Jeremy and his friend.  He was gorgeous.  He had to be at least 6’2” with black hair and the most heavenly  blue eyes with lashes that most girls would kill for.  She got so flustered she dropped the paint brush.  Jeremy and his uncle jumped out of the way of the incoming missile.  In her attempt to grab the paint brush she lost her footing and jiggled the ladder.  Jeremy’s uncle, Evan, grabbed the ladder and steadied it.  Jennifer thanked him and started coming down. When she reached the last rung, he put out his hand and introduced himself.  Jennifer grasped his hand and realized she just gave him a handshake full of paint.  She apologized and said that maybe it would be a good idea if she just went back inside and went back to bed.  He laughed and said it would be a shame to have missed this opportunity to get a handful of paint and meet a beautiful girl.  She blushed,  Jeremy rolled his eyes and told his uncle to knock it off that this was his teacher.

Jeremy and his Uncle Evan spent the rest of the morning painting the remainder of the gutters. Jennifer brought out a tray of sandwiches and lemonade around lunchtime.  Jeremy told Jennifer (Ms. Carson, to him) that he had to leave because he had other plans.  Evan volunteered to stay and help.

Later that afternoon Evan asked Jennifer if she would like to go out to dinner with him.  Jennifer accepted with the stipulation that she treat in payment for all his help.  He told her he was an old fashioned guy and his dates did not pay.  She acquiesced because she was attracted to him and figured she would think of some way to repay him.

During their dinner date they compared notes on their upbringing.  Jennifer told Evan how she was an only child and had been raised by her grandmother after her mother’s death when she was six.  She explained that she did not know her father.  He told her he had been raised in a large family with four sisters and three brothers.  It may not have been filled with lots of extra material things but there was a lot of love and laughter.  Jennifer told him that sounded wonderful.  One of the things in which they were agreement is if either one of them got married they planned on large families.

They parted at Jennifer’s door with a sweet peck on the cheek and a promise that he would return in the morning to continue helping her with her renovations. 

Jennifer fell asleep with dreams of Evan dancing around in her head.  She always slept well because most of the time she was exhausted from her remodeling efforts but she felt tonight’s sleep would really leave her feeling refreshed.  She was up with the birds the following morning.  She whipped up  batter for pancakes, put bacon in the oven and set the table; then took the paper and went out on the porch to wait for Evan.

Her third cup of coffee and the newspaper was finished and still no Evan.  She made herself a couple of pancakes and put the rest of the stuff away.  After finishing cleaning up the kitchen,  she went out and started the day’s project of painting the trim around the upstairs windows.

She was coming down the ladder to get a drink when a rung of the old wooden ladder broke and she lost her balance.  She landed on her kiester but luckily she didn’t feel like anything was broken.  Evan came around the corner of the house just as she was getting up.  He asked what happened and if she was okay.  She showed him the ladder and told him the only things bruised beside the ladder were her ego and her butt. He laughed and said he was sorry. They sat on the porch and Evan went in a got the pitcher of lemonade from yesterday.  They sat and talked while Jennifer recovered. 

When Evan removed the ladder from the house he checked the remaining rungs.  It was old and unsafe. He told Jennifer she needed a new ladder and besides she should not be up on the ladder when she was alone.  It was unsafe.  Jennifer protested but Evan held up his hand in the “stop” mode and told her if it happened again she could really get hurt. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon painting the railing on the front porch.  When they finished cleaning up, Jennifer ordered a pizza and they sat on the porch admiring their work eating pizza and drinking beer until the mosquitos came out.  Evan said he had to be getting on home and  would call her during the week to make plans for next weekend.  This time though the good night kiss was a little more to her liking. 

 Wednesday was a cool overcast morning and Jennifer decided to paint some more of the window trim.  She remembered what Evan said about it being dangerous so instead of painting the back of the house she decided to go out front.  Her reasoning was that if she fell somebody would be able to see and help if it was necessary.  She hadn’t bought a new ladder yet so the old one would have to do.  All she had to do was remember to avoid the broken rung.  She had just climbed the ladder to paint the last window in the front when she heard an angry voice.

“What do you think you are doing up there?

She turned around and saw Evan standing there with a scowl on his face.  She muttered something he couldn’t hear.  He asked again.  Turning toward him and giving him the sweetest smile she could muster said:

“What does it look like to you?”

“It looks like you don’t know how to listen.  I suggest you get down from there now”

“I just have this last window to finish and then I’ll come down.”

This time he muttered something she couldn’t hear.  She kept on painting and Evan sat down on the porch.

After finishing and starting down the ladder, she had just reached the third to last rung when it gave way.  Once again, she fell on her keister and the paint splattered all over the ground.  A few expletives peppered the air.  Evan laughed.  Jennifer came up sputtering and stomping her foot.

“Are you going to help or are you just going to stand their laughing?”

“Actually, I am just going to stand here and enjoy watching your temper tantrum.  It reminds me of my 6-year old niece.”

“If you’re not going to help you can just get your ass out of here” Jennifer said and went off into the house.

He started to put the ladder away but instead just put it out by the curb for the trashmen.  He then picked up what was left of the paint supplies and put them in the shed.  He went to the back door and knocked.  No answer.  He knocked again, still no answer. He tried the doorknob and walked in.  He could hear the shower running upstairs.  He just sat down and waited.

When Jennifer came downstairs she was in a pair of thong panties and a tank top. Clearly she didn’t expect company.  Evan cleared his throat as she cleared the kitchen door.

“What are you doing in my house?”

“I cleaned up outside and just wanted to make sure you were okay.  I also would like to know why you were up on that old ladder and when no one was around.  I thought we discussed this.”

“We talked about it but I made no promises.  Besides I took part of the advice, I painted in the front of the house so I could be seen if anything happened”.

“Yes, they may have seen you fall but you still could have been hurt, especially if a higher rung had given way.  Let me tell you that if we knew each other better I would take you to task for your unsafe behavior”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”, Jennifer asked

“It means I would take you over my knee and spank your bottom so hard the next time you thought about doing something dangerous you might give it a moment’s pause before proceeding”

“So I should consider myself lucky that we don’t know each other better”

“You might say that, but if you continue being so bratty I might just do it anyway.”

Evan had never spanked anybody before but he really wanted to spank her.  She had taken such a chance on that old rickety ladder.  She turned around and he could just see the curve of her buttocks as she stood there looking so smug. 

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? This is my house and I will do as I please”

That was it.  Evan couldn’t stand it anymore.  He got up from the chair,  pushed it back from the table, reached for her and pulled her over his knee in one fluid motion.  It was so quick she didn’t realize what was happening until she felt that first sharp smack on her behind. It was followed by a volley of sharp spanks. She was sputtering and kicking her legs. He wasn’t deterred until her bottom was a bright shade of crimson.

She jumped up rubbing her backside and dancing around the kitchen. Her thong hadn’t provided much protection and her bottom stung.  She told him she couldn’t believe he had done that.  He told her that’s what she could expect from him if he thought she was taking unnecessary risks.

“Of course, that depends on whether or not you want to continue to see me”

“Don’t think you are getting out of helping me with my renovations that easy” she said with a grin .

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.  Enjoy the day.

A New Story, A Spanking and Dancing

Home is Not Always Where You Live

Lisa Davis was driving down the bumpy dirt road wondering why she had agreed to this.   She had grown up on a hard scrabble ranch much like the Lonesome Oak.  When she left she vowed she would never look back.

Until she was five years old she didn’t realize they were poor.  Her momma and daddy loved her, her sister and each other.  There was always a lot of singing and hugging and kissing going on in their little house. She never felt the lack of anything.  But that changed in the fall of the year she turned five, the year she started school. That was when she found out she was poor, not just poor but dirt poor.  The other kids taunted her out of style clothes, her worn down shoes and even her lunch bucket and the contents therein. She hated school and by the time she reached the fourth grade she didn’t want to go anymore.  She started getting into scrapes and then she and Amanda Bennett had a hair pulling contest at recess and ended up in the principal’s office.  Her momma and daddy had to come to the school and have a conference with Ms. Snelling.  After that conference Ms. Snelling took an interest in Lisa.  She actually became her champion and instilled in her her love of reading.  Ms. Snelling was the reason she had excelled in school.  Lisa went on to win scholarships to the university and then law school.  She passed the bar on her first try and now she was a junior partner in a very prestigious law firm.  She commanded a six figure salary, owned several pieces of real estate, drove a Lexus and was lonely as hell. Oh, she had many acquaintenances and plenty of invitations to social events but since her best friend Jan had married and moved across the country there was no one she could call at a moment’s notice to grab a cup of coffee or catch a movie.  She missed the closeness. There was no man in her life right now – there hadn’t been one since law school.  She had dates but no one she would miss if they never called again.

As she continued driving down the road suddenly the car lurched and swerved to the side of the road.  She edged the car further to the side of the road and got out.  Immediately she saw the problem.  Her right rear tire was destroyed. The drainage ditch running alongside the road was filled with water from the recent thunderstorm.  There was no way she was going to be able to replace the tire.  She tried her cell phone but there wasn’t any service this far out.  Her only hope was that someone would be coming along that could lend a hand.  If someone didn’t come by within the next half hour, she would begin walking.  The ranch house could not be that much further she had already come more than two miles.

As she waited she cursed herself and blamed her sister Linda for being in this predicament.  Linda had called early last week and asked if she could come out to River Bend to help out a friend. 

Linda, a veterinarian, had moved to Wyoming when she married.   Her husband Jake, a large animal vet she had met in vet school, had been born and raised in this area.  His family had been here for generations and had a large cattle ranch that abutted Lonesome Oak on the southwestern side. 

She was here to meet Clint Sampson. He had inherited the Lonesome Oak Ranch from a distant relative.  Her sister had convinced her that Clint Sampson needed her help.  Lisa had agreed to come here to meet him, discuss the situation and see what she could do.  Once she assessed the problem if it couldn’t be solved quickly she would refer the case to a local attorney.  While she was here she could visit with her sister and enjoy some much needed down time.

She saw a beat up truck coming toward her.  As the truck got closer she realized it wasn’t as old as it appeared- just mud splattered.  It slowed down and came to a stop.  Out stepped this gorgeous male specimen.  He was dressed in blue jeans that fit his long lean legs like a glove, a chambray shirt that was well worn and outlined his muscular chest and arms, boots that had long since been new and a Stetson pulled down low over his eyes. She was certain he would have a great butt too and couldn’t wait until he bent down so she could drool over that too. 

“Looks like you got yourself in a pickle here, Ma’am”, he said grinning.

“Ya think” said Lisa.  “I tried using my cell phone but there’s no service out this far I guess”

“It’s spotty at best, Ma’am.”  “Let’s see if I can wench the car a little further onto the road so we can get that tire changed”.

“I would appreciate that”. 

“If you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing out this way anyway.  There’s not much else out this way except the Lonesome Oak Ranch”.  “Are you coming to visit one of the ranch hands?”

“Not that it is any of your business, but I am here to meet with the owner, Clint Sampson”.

“Ma’am, no need to get snippy, you big city girls always have an attitude.”

“I am not a big city girl.  I grew up on a ranch much like this.  And, furthermore, I am not being snippy.” I’m sorry if you thought different.  It’s just that I have had a long drive; I am thirsty and tired and wanted to meet with Mr. Sampson before I went over to my sister’s place.  I tried calling but as I said I didn’t have any bars”. 

“I’m Lisa Davis and you are?”

“I’m Clint Sampson. It appears you get to meet me after all.  I had forgotten that Linda said you would be calling.  I didn’t expect you to come in person.  I am not even sure why I agreed to meet with you.  Your sister Linda is a very persuasive person.”

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Times To Remember

Times to Remember

She met him when she was 18 years old and visiting her cousin.  Her cousin had set up the blind date with the friend of her boyfriend. She was in love or was it lust at first sight. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes with the longest eyelashes known to man.  His dark brown hair had chestnut highlights with a slight wave that dipped over his eyes.  He stood about 6”4’ and had legs that matched his eyelashes.  She had almost turned down this invitation from her cousin because she hated blind dates. 

He was going off to the Air Force Academy in two weeks. She was going back home in two weeks.  It seemed perfect except for the fact that they fell in love.  She transferred to a school in Colorado Springs so when he had time she would be close.  After graduation, they were married in the Chapel at the Air Force Academy and settled into life in Tampa, FL.  His first assignment was as a Strategic Analyst at Mac Dill Air Force Base. 

Being a military wife had its perks but it also had its downfalls.  As a junior officer his shifts were often nights and weekends.  She worked days and was off on the weekends, so for the first two years of their marriage they were like ships that passed in the night. Sherry took care of everything and Josh enjoyed letting her do it.  It was a role they had both settled into.

In the beginning of their third year of marriage things changed. Josh was promoted to the rank of Captain and was transferred to Pentagon.  Sherry was happy for Josh but hated leaving Tampa.  She loved the climate, her job and her gazillion friends but she knew what being a military wife entailed and so she put a smile on her face and began packing boxes.  The good part about his promotion was that they had relocation people to assist them with the move.

They settled into a cute house in Virginia. Sherry wanted to work but Josh didn’t want her to. At first Sherry was glad to stay home, however once things settled down she was bored to death.  She started looking for work and was offered a position at a large firm in Washington, DC.  She accepted the position without discussing it with Josh.  When he found out he hit the roof.  They went round and round.  He said he didn’t want her working and that was the end of that argument.  Sherry was apoplectic with his high-handed attitude and told him she would be starting work the following Monday.   He was so used to handing out orders and being obeyed that this situation was anathema to him. He expected to be obeyed once he issued an order. She told him he could issue all the orders he wanted at work but this was home and it didn’t work that way.  He said yes it did and proceeded to place her over his hip and spank her.  She was kicking and screaming obscenities at him.  When he was finished he simply stood her up and walked out of the room.

 To say she was surprised was an understatement. While he had occasionally given her a hard pop on her rear, their spankings had always been for fun and pleasure.   This was a first and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.  On one hand it was humiliating to be punished like a child but, on the other hand she was as sexually excited as when it was part of their lovemaking. She loved his dominant personality; it was part of who he was in or out of uniform.  Loved it even more in the bedroom but wasn’t sure she wanted it to be part of their everyday life.  The question was “where did this go from here”?  Should I just ignore this as if it didn’t happen or should I make a stand?  She pondered this for several minutes while she stood alone in the kitchen.  A few minutes later he walked back into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator without a look or a word.   She realized that to him it was over.  He had issued an order and when it was not carried out he dealt with it. Problem solved.  The problem was this was home, not work, and as far as she was concerned the issue was not resolved.

She decided the better part of valor was to ignore it until she had come to a resolution in her own mind.  She left the kitchen, grabbed her purse and keys and went out the door. This particular problem wasn’t something you talked about to your girlfriend.  So the next best thing was retail therapy. It had always been a way for her to sort things out and besides she needed some new work clothes.  Her current wardrobe was suited to a warmer climate. The light bulb went on and she realized she had come to a decision.  She was going to go to work on Monday.  The only thing left to resolve was how she was going to deal with Josh.

She walked in the door with lots of shopping bags.  He was watching a baseball game on TV.

“Are there any more packages?”

“No, this is it.  I needed some new things for work.  I will need more but I will add items as the need arises.”

“I guess that tells me that my opinions don’t mean a thing to you”.  He said.

“Au contraire” she responded.  “They mean a lot to me and I would love to sit down and hash this out in a reasonable manner and not in the heavy handed way it was dealt with earlier”

He turned off the ballgame and said “I’m listening”

 She remained calm and resolute as she gave her reasons. She explained to him that he was gone all day and she was bored.  It wasn’t as if they had children.  She told him that if and when they had children she would quit her job and be a stay at home mom.  She also told him that she realized that at some point he would have an assignment that would take him out of the country.  If that happened now what would she do with herself with nothing to occupy her waking hours?  Did he want that?

He was quiet for a few minutes.  She could see his mind working.  When he finally spoke he told her she was right.  He was being selfish.  He liked the fact that she was there if he came home for lunch.  He liked that she was available to run errands and be ready at a moment’s notice if there was an event they needed to attend.  He said that what he would miss the most was their occasional “afternoon delight”. 

She melted and went over and sat on his lap and kissed him. She had decided that if he thought she needed a spanking occasionally that would be okay.  She figured by not making an issue of it would be a silent way of giving her consent to past and future spankings.

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True to her word when she became pregnant a year later she quit her job to be a stay at home mother. 

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Now here she was, years later, holding a graduation program stating that Lt. Col Joshua M. Hendricks, USAF would assist in presenting the new graduates with their diplomas. She knew what she was getting into when she married him and she had no regrets.  He looked so handsome and proud standing there in his full dress military uniform while he handed the diploma to 2^nd Lt. Amanda S. Hendricks

Among her many wishes for Amanda was that she marry a man just like her dad.

A Red Hot Fourth of July

The two couples had been friends forever.  Sandy and Liz were both  teachers and had met each other before Kevin and Ben were even in the picture.  When each had met their respective mates they waited a while before they got them together.  When it finally happened the guys were like two peas in a pod.  They bonded immediately and became a fearsome foursome.

They got together often, both together and separately.  The girls often shopped together and since they taught in the same school often saw each other every day. They shared recipes, books, gossip, some secrets and the same sense of adventure. The guys would often play golf on the weekends and then meet the girls afterwards and the girls almost always shared their adventures with the guys. Sandy was definitely the bold one and Liz often went way beyond her comfort level.  There were times when Kevin and Ben were aghast at some of the stories.

When their kids were older the two couples  decided to purchase a cabin in the mountains near their hometown.  Linden Lake had always been a getaway for them. They figured it would be a good place to get together with the older kids and eventually their families.  The cabin was very rough and both families spent their weekends and summers renovating it until it became a real home away from home. This was the first 4^th of July they would be able to really relax and enjoy the holiday. The festivities included a short play,  parade, a craft fair and later in the evening fireworks over the lake.

The 4^th of July parade was a tradition in Linden Lake.  The local service clubs put on a dramatization of the signing of the Declaration of Independence prior to the parade and then the actors would join the parade.  Most of the townfolk would also dress up in costumes reminiscent of the timeframe. 

Sandy, being a history teacher, was in her element with the Linden Lake Parade.  She decided she and Liz should dress up a little differently. One of the English Revolutionary War generals, “Gentlemen Johnny” Burgoyne, was always known to bring along “ladies of the evening” on his campaigns. She thought dressing like these "ladies"  would be so much more fun than the usual costumes people wore.  When she approached Liz with the idea, she was a little hesitant but was bulldozed by Sandy into getting aboard.  Neither of the girls shared the plan with their husbands. When Sandy showed pictures to Liz she blanched.  She knew that Ben would not approve of his wife being attired in such an outfit in public.   Sandy eventually convinced her it that the bathing suit she wore to the last pool party was much more suggestive.  Unfortunately, Sandy did not know the price Liz paid for wearing that bathing suit.  One of the secrets she didn’t share with Sandy was that she had received a good bottom warming.

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On the morning of the fourth, the guys left early to start working on the parade set up.  The girls planned on arriving just before the parade began. The guys would save them a place in the viewing stands. They got quite a few hoots and hollers on the way to the stands. When Kevin and Ben saw their wives both their mouths were agape.  Kevin pulled Sandy down on the bleacher seat so hard she yelped.  He asked her what the hell she was thinking?  She explained to him what the outfit was about but he wasn’t listening.  He just kept lecturing that it wasn’t appropriate to wear at an outing for families. Once he calmed down a little, he had to admit to himself she looked pretty fetching but he wasn’t about to tell her that.  He told her they would finish discussing this later and was just getting up to leave when the parade started and they had to stay put. That is when they realized Dale and Liz weren’t there.

 As soon as Ben saw his wife he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the stands.  He never said a word to her as he led her to the car.   He still had not said a word to her on the way to the cabin.  She knew she was in trouble.  Silence did not bode well for her bottom.  When they reached the cabin, he opened her door and helped her out.  In the great room he led her to the couch and immediately pulled her over his knee.  Then the lecture began.  He must have lectured her for what seemed like hours while in reality it was probably only about ten minutes.  When you are upside down over your husband’s lap, time seems to stand still.  Finally, he began to spank her and he really let her have it.  She was squirming in no time.  The smacks continued to rain down on her behind as she kept asking him to please stop. When he was finished he kept her over his knee.  When she calmed, he helped her up, kissed her and told her he loved her but she knew better and he was very surprised she hadn’t learned her lesson after the bathing suit episode.  She told him she didn’t think it was so bad.  He smacked her bottom and asked her if she wanted more.  She told him no.  He said if she wanted to wear the outfit she could do it in the privacy of their bedroom.  She was told to wash her face, change and they would return to the festivities.

When they got back to town the parade was over and Liz was grateful.  Her bottom was in no condition to be sitting on the hot, hard bleachers.  They caught up with Kevin and Sandy in the parking lot.  Sandy asked Liz where they had gone.  Dale answered for her.  He said he didn’t like his wife in the get up and took her home to change.  Kevin remarked that was where they were headed.  They agreed to meet up later for lunch at the local outdoor grill.

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After lunch, the two couples wandered through the craft booths.  At one of the woodcrafting booths there were all manner of paddles with cute sayings, like “Board of Education”,  “For Unruly Wives”, “For Bear Bottoms” “Attitude Adjuster”  and so on.   Liz tried directing them away from the booth.  Kevin smirked and said he was going to buy the one “For Unruly Wives” because it might come in handy. Ben leaned over and whispered  in Liz’s ear that her face was as red as her bottom had been earlier.  Sandy noticed the interchange but remained silent for the moment.

At dinner they decided to watch the fireworks from their deck instead of dealing with the crowds of people downtown.  It wasn’t quite dark when they returned and as they waited Sandy suggested they play a game of Truth or Dare. Sandy was always instigating and liked to find out everybody’s secrets.  She didn’t think there was any secret she didn’t know about Liz but after that interchange at the woodcrafting booth she wasn’t so sure.  This would be a good way to get the answers.

They all moaned at the suggestion but started to play nevertheless.  Kevin, Ben and Liz all had their turn and were laughing at the silliness of it all. When it was  Sandy's turn she posed her question to Liz. “What did Dale say that embarrassed you today at the woodcrafting booth?” Liz gave Sandy a look that would melt ice.  Sandy ignored the look and asked Liz again.  Liz still didn’t answer.  Kevin stepped in and told Sandy to pose another question.  Sandy said that wasn’t how the game was played and posed the question again.   Ben could see Liz was upset and said he didn’t want to play anymore.  He went out to the deck and Liz followed.

Sandy yelled out spoil sport.  Kevin told her that was enough.  She started to go out on the deck when Kevin stopped her and said to cool off and leave them alone for a bit.  She whirled around and told him she didn't like taking orders and she would do what she wanted.  Sandy went out on the deck and continued to tease Liz about being a spoil sport.  Finally, Liz had enough. She turned on Sandy and told her it was none of her business. Sandy wouldn’t let it go.  Kevin told Sandy that she was being an unruly wife and ruining everybody’s good time.  He told her to remember what he had purchased that day. She told him she remembered but he wouldn’t dare. He just grinned.   

Just then the fireworks started over the lake.  They all oohed and aahed  at the spectacular display.  They could hear the patriotic music playing in the background and it was a reminder of what this holiday represented. Sandy leaned over and whispered to Liz she was sorry she had upset her.  Liz squeezed her hand and all was well.

Next Sandy told Kevin she was sorry she had behaved badly.  When he reached in to whisper something, Sandy figured it was to tell her all was forgiven.  If it hadn’t been so dark, everyone would have seen her face redden.  What he told her was the fireworks were not over and that yes he would dare.