Monday, September 26, 2016

A New Chapter Begins

It's been a wonderful week weather wise here in Arizona.  Cool enough in the morning to walk and we were actually able to open the windows for a bit for a couple of days.  Hints of what's to come.

The Broncos game is about to start, so I'm signing off now.  Enjoy the story.



The next chapter of their lives began a couple of days after Nancy’s first spanking. The Wednesday deadline was still a day away.  The first few days she treated Bob like a pariah.  As far as she was concerned, he deserved the silent treatment.  Of course, she wasn’t going to call the police, or file for divorce, those were just idle threats on her part.  She liked that he took charge, not that she’d let him know that – that spanking hurt way too much to let him off scot-free.

Nicky hadn’t called, and that worried Nancy.  ‘Maybe Bob was right, and I have gone too far and have alienated our daughter.’ Eager to make things right, Nancy decided to call and invite her to lunch.  The call didn’t go at all the way Nancy planned.

“Hello, Mother.’

“Hi, darling.  How are you?”

“I’m fine.  Mother, did you call to apologize?”

“Actually, I called to invite you to lunch?”

 “Is Phillipe included in this luncheon invitation?”

“No, darling, I thought it could just be the two of us.”

“Sorry, Mother, my calendar is booked solid.  Maybe the four of us could do dinner some evening.  I’ll see if Phillipe is willing to put up with your charming personality for a couple of hours.”

“Nicky, is that any way to talk to me?”

“I’m simply taking a page out of your book. I have to go now, I have another call.” Nancy hung up and started to cry.  She was still crying when Bob came home.

Knowing that she had been purposely ignoring him the last couple of days, he didn’t bother to try to give her any consolation. “Let her break the logjam,’ were his thoughts.  He merely went about his usual routine - fixing a martini and going outside to smoke his cigar and unwind after a grueling day at the office. He was midway through his drink when Nancy came outside.

“Don’t you even care enough about me to ask why I’m crying.”

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now.  For the last couple of days, I thought you were a ghost.”

“Mr. High and Mighty, always right, always perfect.”

“Nancy, I’m not in the mood for your nonsense.  Either tell me what’s bothering you or leave me in peace.”

“Go to hell,” she said and walked back inside. He thought about how much longer he was going to tolerate this recent spate of Nancy’s churlishness.  He fixed himself another drink and decided that when it was done, he would talk to Nancy, either with his voice or his hand – her choice.

What he wasn’t ready for was that when he came inside, she was gone. He checked the garage and her car was still there so he knew she hadn’t gone far.  He went to rinse out his glass and found his cigars shredded in the sink.  ‘that’s it,’ he said to himself.  ‘no more talk, only action.’ Technically he’d given her until Wednesday to apologize but his was no longer about her rudeness to Phillipe and Nicky, this was about her behavior in general.  Figuring there would be no dinner tonight, he fixed himself a sandwich and turned on the news waiting for his wife’s return. 

Nancy still hadn’t returned after he’d cleaned up the kitchen, so he went upstairs to shower. He was midway through the shower when he heard her coming up the stairs.  He quickly finished showering and was toweling off when he saw her enter the bedroom.  He watched her go into the closet and was waiting for her, with bathbrush in hand, when she came out.

Seeing her clad only in her bra and panties gave him a jolt he hadn’t expected.  It reminded him they hadn’t made love in a while, and he would much rather do that than what he was about to do.  He thought about his shredded cigars and his resolve returned.  He grabbed her as she walked past him, either oblivious to what was about to happen or resolved.  He didn’t know which. He pulled her down across his lap and his palm laid into her backside.  Nancy hollered up a storm but smack after smack continued to land on her bottom until his hand stung.

When he stopped, she tried to wiggle her way off his lap.  “This is only the beginning,” he told her and pulled her in closer and brought his leg across hers. 

“It’s not Wednesday yet, I’ll apologize, I promise.” She told him.

“This is more than about that,  this is about your attitude in general Nancy.  You are out of control, and I’m going to rein you in or else.”  With that, he picked up the bathbrush and at the first splat of wood on flesh, Nancy began begging for him to stop.  He didn’t.  He could hear the hitch in her voice and felt the tears on his thigh.  As much as he wanted to stop, he knew it was too soon.  He didn’t want to have to be here again anytime soon. 

Five more smacks and he felt her body go limp.  He put down the bathbrush and finished off the spanking with his hand.  The heat coming off her behind surprised him, and he hoped he hadn’t gone too far. He pulled down her panties,  her bottom was a mass of red blotches where the bathbrush had landed.  A couple of areas would definitely bruise, and it almost brought him to tears to think he had caused them.

He removed his leg from across hers, rubbed her back.  Squirming off his lap, she tried to stand and her knees buckled.  He took her in his arms and hugged her to him.  She snuggled into him,   her tears wetting his shoulder.  He heard her whisper that she was sorry.

“Me too, please don’t make me do this again,” Bob said.


They froze when they heard the doorbell ring.   Soon the door opened, and Nicky’s voice yelled,  “Anybody home?” 

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Fall/Spring - Take your pick

It's the first day of fall here in the good ole USA.  It doesn't mean much to us living in my neck of the woods, but I can remember when I lived where it did.  It was usually that first little hint of cool crispness in the air, the prevalent smell of apples, meaning cider and donuts and the trees started putting on their magnificent extravaganza. I do miss that.

Of course, once the leaves exhibited their glory, they'd fall to the ground and need to be raked but not before kids would run amok among them. I miss that too.

After that though, this stuff came down from the sky.  At first, it was a beautiful sight to behold, but then...   I don't miss that.

Happy Fall


 Happy Spring to those 'down under'



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Monday, September 19, 2016

An Opinionated Woman

Wow, can you believe it is the 19th of September?  Change of seasons officially begins this week.  I don't want to think about how quickly the last three months of this year will fly by. Speaking of time flying, time went backward for me last week.

Ray and I were talking to another couple and age raised its head.  When asked how old I was I blurted out a number.  Ray said you will not, you'll only be __. I thought about it and he was right, I had been convincing myself I was going to be a year older than I actually would be.  I'm younger than I thought. WOOHOO

Have a good week everyone and I'm hoping I'll get back here a little more often. Life is busy but I'm not complaining.

The magic fairy showed up and here is a new story for this week.  Do you know how many of these Monday stories I've written?  I think I might go back and take a look.



Nicky Kohler grew up the very spoiled daughter of Nancy and Bob Kohler.  The funny thing was it never dawned on Nicky to act like a spoiled brat.  Everyone liked her and for good reason, she was not only charming, sweet, generous and loyal to a fault but beautiful besides.  She was her father’s daughter.  Bob Kohler was the same way – not Nancy.

Oh, Nancy could be charming and personable when the occasion called for it, but she could be a grade A bitch too.  Nancy loved Bob and for the most part, he was never the object to her bitchiness.  When he was, he simply walked away and let her work through her rants. He threatened a spanking now and then, but she'd just laugh at his threats and continue. Nicky just chalked her mother’s moods up to her being ‘high-strung,' at least that’s what her grandma used to say about Nancy.

The three of them lived together in harmony until Nicky announced her engagement to Phillipe on Valentine’s Day. They planned to marry in August so Phillipe could begin his new position as a teacher.  They wanted a couple of weeks for a honeymoon before settling into their new life in Spain.

None of this set well with Nancy, starting with Phillipe.  Phillipe was of Moroccan descent which ruffled Nancy’s feathers.  He was all the things that could be said of his future wife.  Together, they were beautiful – a couple in stunning contrast. Nicky of bright blue eyes, creamy white skin and blonde hair next to Phillipe’s caramel colored skin, coffee colored piercing eyes and dark brown, almost black hair.

Phillipe had come to Bates University for his junior year of college on a work-study program offered by his university in Spain.  He met Nicky, and they fell in love.  When Phillipe’s year was up, Nicky traveled with him back to his home in Costa del Sol, Spain for the summer. His family welcomed her with open arms and a love affair with Phillipe’s family, and Costa del Sol developed leaving Nicky to know that she wanted to emigrate there when she was finished with school.  Nancy was not pleased with the thought of losing her daughter to another country and did everything she could to break up the relationship between her daughter and Phillipe.

Phillipe graduated and instead of accepting a position at home, accepted an internship at Bates College so he and Nicky could be together her final year in school.  Nancy’s plan to alienate Phillipe at every turn was thwarted by not only Nicky but her husband as well.  Bob saw how happy Nicky was and how well Phillipe treated her, and he was willing to turn over the care of his little girl to this sweet, charming man.  Several times he told Nancy not to interfere, to let things run their course.  For a time, Nancy would cease her vocal barbs to and about Philippe but never for long.

Finally, Philippe talked with Nicky and said that he would no longer accompany her on her trips to visit her parents.  She understood his position and cajoled him into it one more time, the occasion of their engagement announcement.  Nancy was beside herself and began haranguing Phillipe until he walked out the door, Nicky followed after telling her mother she was acting like a shrew.

“How dare you talk to me like that?”

“Have you ever listened to yourself, Mother?  Until you apologize to Phillippe, I won’t be back to visit.”

This last incident was finally the straw that urged Bob into action.  When Nicky walked out the door, he and Nancy had an argument. 

“I’ve listened and put up with your unruly behavior our whole married life.  That stops today.  From now on, I expect you to behave.  You will apologize to Phillipe and I will not hear another bad word about him, either in his presence or not.  Do you know how much you hurt our daughter by your ridiculousness?”

“I do not?”

“Yes, you do.  Ask Nicky the next time, if your daughter ever decides to speak to you again.  She loves that man and his family and every time you utter a slur against them; it breaks her heart. No wonder she’ll be happy to move to Spain.  At least, she won’t have to listen to you denigrate her man or her choices.”

“Well, I think she can do so much better, and I have a right to my opinion.”

“You do have a right to your opinion, and we’ve heard that opinion for far too long . You are to curb your tongue, and you will be telling that to Phillipe when you apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing.”
“Oh yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“This isn’t a request, Nancy.  You will either apologize to I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for some time.”
“I will not be told what to do.”

“Fine, you leave me no choice.”  He took hold of her and led her to the kitchen.  He grabbed a spatula from the crock on the counter, sat down on a chair and upended Nancy across his lap. He landed a couple of hard-handed swats on her backside.  She raised up a storm, hollering and kicking and promising bodily harm and lawsuits. The more she carried on, the harder Bob’s resolve became.  He pushed up her skirt and lowered her panties.  There was already a faint pink glow on her backside that he intended to color to a dark red. 

The spatula landed on bare flesh with a loud splat and Nancy almost came up off his lap. He tucked her in closer and administered ten more swats to her bottom and for good measure another ten to her thighs before letting her up.

“Now you go do what you want, but apologizing to Phillipe will be one I want.  If you don’t apologize by Wednesday, you’re going to find yourself right back here.  One more thing, I want to hear the apology and it had better meet my satisfaction.  Do you understand?”

“I’m calling an attorney.”

“You do that.  Tell Bob Kinsey that you got spanked for your rudeness, he’ll laugh all the way to the courthouse.”

“Asshole,” she said in a voice filled with venom.

“You have no idea what havoc you have finally wrought, my dear wife.  I love you, but I will no longer put up with your constant harangues. So if divorce is in the cards, you go for it.”
Nancy ran to her bedroom and lay down on the bed, on her tummy.  Her ass was too stingy even to think of it making contact with something other than air.  She thought about her daughter and what Bob had said and realized that he was right.  She hadn’t done anything but strengthen the bond between Nicky and Philippe while distancing herself from her daughter.  She’d have to change her tactics, starting with the apology to Phillippe.

After a bit, Bob came to check on her.  Nancy was asleep, he threw a blanket over her and sat in the chair watching her.  Her eyelids kept fluttering, so she knew she was dreaming.  He wondered what kind of thoughts were rolling around in that beautiful head, and he chuckled to himself.  Good or bad he was in it for the long run, and he knew that Nancy was too.  


He couldn’t wait to turn the page on this brand new chapter in their lives.



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