I decided that I would share my story today, figuring that Thanksgiving here in the US might take many of you away from blogland.
Remember I am just learning to write fiction, this is just my way of having fun.
I have no idea why I had such a hard time with this story but I did.
Thanks to Celeste for some ideas including a grammar site. Ana who was honest about encouraging me to taper things a bit, including the difference between a story and a book.lol Sunny and PK who showed me how to cut it down and to write in the same person all the way through! PK thanks for being a teacher! Oh and SNP, I finally included a shower scene....LOL
And Bas this is how I am staving off memory loss!
I have great friends out here.
So here I go......
Maura was perched precariously on the slanted
roof, the window closed, locked for all intent and purposes. The wood
used to prop said window continued to roll off the slant and lightly crashed
onto the ground.
“What in
God’s name was I thinking. How does a 52 year old woman act so rashly”, she
silently chastised herself?
Maybe it was
just being recently married to the love of her life at City Hall, she thought.
This morning
when I contemplated this endeavor the sun was quite warm, now however, feeling
the cooling fall wind and looking up at the clouds gathering, all I could think
about as goose bumps appeared down on my arms, was why was I so keen on washing
these darn windows? Davey insisted that the windows were too old to properly
wash them, and to call a professional service. It is just nervous energy she
thought answering her own question, and maybe a little rebellion at his
‘suggestion.’ She normally wouldn't even have attempted to clean windows. She
hated being told what to do.
What made
this situation even crazier was that she needed to get ready for tonight.
Making herself comfortable, and looking down at her tattered jean shorts and
disreputable t-shirt covered in old paint, she mentally mapped out her outfit
for the evening. Her feet were bare so her newly polished toes sported a few
scratches in the bright red. I will touch that up, she thought. Maybe I will
wear that black sheath dress. Davy loves that. It comes to the top of my knees.
I have a pretty pair of black open toed shoes. My jewelry choice will wait
until Davey arrives home, and I can ask where we are going. Mentally chastising herself, she thought
getting stuck on this roof has made me nervous, about this dinner.
Well…to be
perfectly honest with herself, being stuck on the roof was making her bottom
tingle in dread.
“Screw it”,she
said out loud, albeit softly. “ I need to assert my independence.”
“Sigh,” I
hope a neighbor passes by.
Figuring I was going to be out here for a
while, waiting for someone to come by and rescue me from this stupidity, I let my mind wander back to my reunion with
Davey.
My kids were
both out on their own; Mark was 25, and Alana was 24. They really didn't need
me and it was certainly boring sitting around doing nothing.
Not
interested in becoming an old stick in the mud at 51. I thought it would be fun
to take a wine tasting class offered through the community college and was
surprised and delighted to discover Davey a good friend from ‘ye old’ college
days, was taking the exact same class. We
had lost touch, but had always enjoyed seeing each other through the years. Socializing after class they began to catch up on each other’s lives learning
that she had lost her husband through a tragic accident, while Davey and his
wife divorced after being married for fifteen years.
He was a tall man about six feet four inches,
with grey sprinkled brown hair and green eyes. His high cheekbones made him
appear thin until your eyes traveled down and took in his athletic muscular
frame. He kept in shape and looked great for a 55 year old man. She needed to crane her neck impossibly when
they were standing. She certainly felt tiny compared to him. She wasn't skinny,
but fit and curved nicely. Her perfectly dyed auburn hair and blue eyes framed
a pixie face with freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and turned up nose.
Standing just five foot three inches, she was shorter than most.
Laying back
on the roof and closing her eyes she traveled back in time once again. The
fall weather was creating a connection that tugged her senses.
We hadn't dated that long when I realized Davey wouldn't put up with my nonsense. I was
fighting my feelings for him and was in one of those nasty moods. I was meeting Davey and was running late and
stressed. Unfortunately, I was pulled over for acting out a small road rage
tirade. Taking the ticket from the police person, I rushed into the restaurant.
Davey was waving as I caught his eye. The darkened interior was perfect after
the frenetic afternoon and evening I had had.
I kissed Davey when he stood up to embrace me
lovingly. All our friends were already finished eating; Davey pointed to a plate
he’d ordered for me. I just wanted a drink first so I said, “Nothing yet honey.
Maybe an appetizer in a few,” I flippantly answered. Actually I thought he was
being over protective and I didn't want to do what he was telepathically
suggesting. It was obvious he wanted me to eat first and then drink. I hate
someone telling me what to do, so I act like a brat. I was still in road rage mode.
Frowning I thought about how Davey dealt with
that attitude now.
He whispered
in my ear recognizing my nasty mood and said, “You will eat something before
you take one sip of alcohol.” I opened my mouth to say something cutting, when
the waitress interrupted my attempted vitriol and asked to take my drink
order.
Irritation
won over common sense, so I answered the waitress ignoring Davy.
“Why thank
you Sweetie, I believe I will have a Dirty Vodka Martini.”
Hmmm, I
thought, see if you tell me what to do. I was in a hormonal funk.
Davey said,
“That is not what I suggested you do.” He spoke in a very firm voice.
“Um dear, I stated sarcastically, you didn’t
suggest you ordered.”
One of the
ladies, who had been returning from the ladies room when I arrived, asked about
the police car stopping me a few minutes earlier.
“You would
never believe the afternoon and evening I have had.” I exasperatedly explained.
I shared my spastic slowing down, and speeding up to prevent an idiot
aggressive driver from passing me. I began outlining my frightening actions
leading up to my getting pulled over, and receiving a ticket.
“Are you
crazy” Daisy said. “You could have been beaten up or shot. Road rage is very
dangerous!”
“No I was
careful,” I flippantly replied. “I just let them know they couldn't push me
around. I mean the idiot was riding my ass.”
“Davey looked
at me and said, “What you did is unacceptable”
My drink
arrived then, and in my irritation I just drank the whole thing in seconds
flat, and after just coughed a lung up.
“EXCUSE ME”
I turned my nose up at Davey. “Who are you talking to? Not me I hope?” My
attitude was that of a snotty eighteen year old.
Davey turned
to all our friends and said, “I am sorry everyone, I have something very
pressing to do now, and Maura and I need to leave.”
I sputtered,
“What?” But when I turned to look, really look at Davey, I saw such a look on
his face, I just acquiesced. His obvious upset just took the wind out of my
sails.
“Oh okay, sure whatever you say,” my voice
just trailed off at the end. I thought he is going to end our relationship. I
am just too emotionally draining for some.
We walked
out stiffly holding hands. The parking lot was dark and empty. I let go of his
hand and started to walk to my car.
Davey said, “No I am driving. You just slugged back a double drink
without eating.”
“Don’t tell
me what to do! I am capable of driving, so just leave me be.” I figured it
would be easier if I just left and didn't let him break –up in person.
“That’s it.”
He grated out. However what shocked me the most was that he swatted my behind
hard five or six times and pulled me to the passenger side of his car.
“Ouch! Hey,
stop… wha…..?!” I looked around quickly making sure no one saw.
“Don’t say
anything until we get in that car.” He looked right into my eyes.
“Don’t
tell”…..I began, Once again He landed 5 more smarting smacks on my rear.
“Get in.”
I did.
Sitting on a
stinging butt, I looked at his profile. He was really upset, I thought.
“Davey?”
“Yes Maura?”
“What just
happened?”
“I spanked
you. And by the way I intend to finish the job thoroughly when we get to your
house.” He said this as he briefly turned in my direction.
Waiting for
him to turn back to looking at the road, I spoke.
“No you are
not I snorted derisively.” I folded my arms angrily turning to look out the
window.
“Try me
darling, I will drag you from the car kicking and screaming if I must. I love
you too much to let what you did tonight go unresolved.”
“You love
me?” I asked softly. But then I heard what he said about spanking me, and my
anger returned.
“I don’t
think so Davey.” Who the hell does he think he is I thought, and then I
harrumphed loudly, causing his eyes to narrow further.
Davey pulled
up to my house, turning into the driveway and parking close to the back door.
He stepped
out rounding to my side of the car. I had my keys out ready to make a run to
the back door and lock Davey out. He gently removed the keys from my hand, at
the same time pulling me forward to the door. I have to admit I was getting
trepidatious about what was going to happen.
“If you
think for one freaking moment….”I acted confidently outraged, while refusing to
move.
I was
completely shocked as I felt his arm come around the back of my legs as he
tucked his shoulder down and lifted me effortlessly over his shoulder.
I couldn't believe his strength. I was scared to move. He walked up the stairs straight to
the door.
Davey easily
put the key in the lock, and opened the door, “Stop squirming Maura!” He
smacked my rear hard once, and turned on the lights. Davey gently put me on my
feet, and before my mind grasped what he was doing, he reached up under my
skirt, quickly pulling down my panties.
My hands
tried slapping his away without any success.
He didn't take one minute to stop and talk as he held me firmly; then pulled a kitchen
chair out from the table and sat down. Next, I felt myself pulled over his lap.
“What the
hell are you doing?” I shrieked. I had the presence of mind to realize the
stupidity of my question.
Davey wasted no time and began spanking me
with fast spanks that stung mercilessly on my bare behind.
“OUCH!!” I remember screaming and trying to
move my bottom out of the line of fire. Relentlessly continuing to batter my
bottom while explaining all my ridiculous actions succinctly, “You could have
caused an accident!”
“He could
have been a crazed maniac.”
Not wasting
any energy he reddened my bottom matter of factly.
“Ahhh! I
screamed. You are killing me, stop now. I know I was stupid; I won’t ever do
anything like this again! I just went crazy.”
Quietly I
said, “It was my temper, I just blew up.”
Realizing I
was really sorry, he kissed me softly. His hands gently comforted me. Sitting
on my living room couch, we talked until the wee hours, as Davy lovingly rubbed
out some of the sting he caused.
As intense
as that spanking had been, it ushered in a new understanding between Davy and
I. Although unspoken, we both knew that I responded to Davy’s resolution for my
reckless actions, and although infrequent, nasty moods.
I was jerked
back to the present as a loud siren sounded close by. The rain was now
splatting down heavily making the roof extremely slippery. I jerked up too
quickly and scaring myself, turned over and slid down until my feet hung over
the gutters. Trying to grip anything to stop the quick descent my nails were
lost to the cause.
Ouch! I
thought as my knees were scraped on the tiles. Next thing I heard was a man
shouting “Mam don’t move!”
“Really?” I
thought.
Machinery clicked and whirred. A ladder was
pressed and secured against the slant of our second story roof. I felt strong
hands grab onto my calves.
“I’m fireman
Rick,” a voice that suggested I was off my rocker; spoke in a soothing voice,
guiding me expertly to the ladder.
Step by
agonizingly slow step we made our way down the ladder where I landed with
shaky legs onto solid, not slanted, ground.
Turning
around I noticed the large crowd of neighbors watching with shocked expressions
upon their faces. Concern and curiosity warred on everyone’s faces and in their
questions.
“What in
God’s name were you doing lying like you were dead on that roof?” asked Mrs.
Jorgenson.
“Honey ya
had us fearing the worst,” whispered Mike from down the street.
“What was
she thinking?” Clearly that was the most whispered sentiment from the group
standing before her. Heads were shaking back and forth as they looked at how
far I could have fallen.
Getting
irritated, I was close to telling everyone to mind their own business when the
sound of Davey’s voice sounding incredulous, demanded an answer.
“I sure
would like to understand why my wife had to be rescued by the fire department
from the roof of our house.”
Davey
treated me like a queen when we got back to the house. He helped me warm up in the shower and
bandaged all the scrapes and bruises. Just when I thought I was home free he
turned me over and started blistering my behind.
As he was swatting
away, and I was frantically trying to move my butt away, he suddenly took a
break.
Stopping,
but leaving his hand on my back, he said, “Tell me again what happened
today. I don’t understand how somewhat
as brilliant as you could show such poor judgment.”
My butt was already sore, but I was fast
losing patience. Not good when you are
across someone’s knee.
“Jeez, Davey
what difference does it make, why?”
I felt
myself pulled up off his knee, and he gently sat me on the bed.
“Ouch.” I am
not sitting here long, I thought.
I bemusedly watched Davey.
He stood and
walked over to our tall antique dresser and picked up my beautiful old
fashioned hairbrush, threateningly tapping it against his thigh. I like to
think I learn from my mistakes, so I quickly gave him an answer.
“Ummm, well
I thought, I didn't like you telling me I couldn't take care of cleaning the
windows, and then I decided maybe the gutters needed clearing…….”
“No way!” He
looked livid, there was this little twitch above his lip, and his face was
flushing an angry red.
“This is
simply you being perverse, and doing the reverse of what I ask just to be
oppositional.”
‘Light bulb
moment!’ My face flushed. I could feel the red building from my chest moving
upward. I stood up and started to move slowly to the opposite side of our room.
Ooooh, I think he’s right I thought guiltily.
“The
bandages on your knees could have been so much worse. What a rash, foolish,
irresponsible thing to do, just to show me!”
I cringed
hearing the upset in his voice. My heart thumped in sympathy to his hurt
disbelief.
However I
was watching him carefully.
“I’m really
sorry, I was just nervous about tonight.” I said as I continued walking farther
and farther away from his hand holding that wide wooden hairbrush. My eyes
widened as he began walking toward me with that brush.
Then I thought….I
love him so much, and I stood still as he came toward me.
So I have a red and very sore spanked behind
but I think we resolved some issues. I guess I was pushing Davey, and we came to
a meeting of the minds through my butt. I realized that we both had choices,
and that someone insisting on protecting another wasn't anymore controlling
than only thinking about you.
Hours later,
I stood next to my wonderful husband toasting our marriage with not only our
closest friends but family as well.
He had been
working hard to surprise me with a reception. He rented out our favorite
restaurant and arranged the perfect celebration honoring our marriage.
Davey raised
my hand and kissed my wrist, “will you do me the honor of marrying me before
all our loved ones in church?
“Yes!” I
whispered with tears in my eyes. “Whenever you want!”
“Maura” he
said, “Everyone here has been invited to attend the church blessing of our
wedding, Tomorrow morning.”
“What?” I
just laughed embracing the moment.
We danced to
a DJ all night, bouncing and twisting to music all through the decades.
That night
we returned home, we were in such a good place. I felt light, calm and
happy. Our love was ever evolving.
Davey said,
“Honey give me a minute, while I start the shower.”
Minutes later I hurried upstairs unbuttoning
my shirt as I ascended the stairs. I walked into a steamed bathroom, Davey
kissed me and we both continued to undress. Silently, lovingly we stepped into
the steam to continue a slower dance, cementing our evening and anticipating
many tomorrows.
Thanks I hope you enjoyed my story!
Minelle
