Cherry Picking Part 2

PK was gracious enough to host another of my stories for Fantasy Friday. You can read the first part here at  New Beginnings 

This story included characters from two of my previous stories I have written for FF. If you wish some background this is where you can find the stories:

Lets Party elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/06/fantasy-friday--lets-party.html 

Lets Party 2 elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/06/fantasy-friday-lets-party-part-2.html

A New Day elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/07/fantasy-friday-new-day-part-two.html

A New Day 2 elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/07/fantasy-friday-new-day-part-two.html

I am not sure why the background changed on my post. I apologize in advance!!! 

So without further ado......

The week passed quickly. The unfortunate incident still foremost in their minds since they kept finding evidence that someone was coming into their yard and digging around the cherry trees searching for something. As her arm and ankle healed things seemed rosier.

Sunday evening came quickly and Claire was sitting on their bed while Michael finished packing for his 9 pm flight. Since she had been working from home and he needed to be at school during the summer, she washed everything he needed.  It was a simple matter for him to pack quickly. Hopefully they would be able to spend some time before they left for the airport.

“Claire, you are planning on staying at Colleen and Allen’s for this week I am gone? Don’t plan on a bait and switch!” Michael was feeling nervous about this trip. He knew he was being adamant but he worried that Claire was going to do something foolish, especially since she was like a dog with a bone trying to solve the mystery.

Listen buddy, I may spend some time with Myrna and the girls since their husbands will also be out of town on a job.” She thought quietly….and trying to find a solution to their torn apart yard.

“Claire I am not the enemy here! Please don’t treat me like I am stupid, I find that makes my palm itch!”

“I think you are being absolutely ridiculous for worrying so much.” she frowned. “Seriously, I have lived by myself before. I do not deed a babysitter.”

“We have gone over this  he sighed ad nauseum aggravated. It is entirely different since there are people coming into our yard every night to dig for something. I shouldn’t have to remind you that those pranksters, as you called them, threw a large rock at you this past week. On top of that ‘little’ problem, you were here when your brother explained that this house was one of four other homes in the area where this is occurring. Something is going on.”

“So…it’s probably a bunch of kids holding all of us hostage with their prank.” She remarked in an irritated voice. “I do not want to stop and put my life on hold. I have a wedding to plan and work to earn a living! During the day I need to meet with the ladies to plan.  Then I get so mad when thinking all of my art supplies are here and I do my best work at night….sometimes!” She needed to add the sometimes, since he knew exactly how she worked and when.

 He knew she wasn’t taking the danger with the concern needed. He stopped packing and looked at her, frowning.

Noticing Michaels look, she quickly reassured him that she would make sure she was either at Colleen’s or with the girls. She said it that way on purpose so she wasn’t lying- if she came back to work in the evening she would have someone here with her.

Michael knew Claire was messing with him so he extracted a promise from her that she would not sleep in the house until he came back.

“Claire… are we clear about my expectations?” She nodded her head even if she thought he was being over protective.

 “I promise that you will be very sorry if you disobey me on this. If you do anything to put yourself in danger you will not sit for a week.”

Looking at the big guy she said, “Like that is going to happen. Can we get past this so we can have some fun before you leave…?”

“Oh I have the perfect idea, a way to kill two birds with one stone.”

Michael sat on the bed and gently tugged Claire on his lap. She loved this; he was such a fantastic and attentive man.  He knew exactly how to make her melt.  Their clothes mysteriously disappeared. After some time Michael gently moved Claire face down on the bed and began an erotic dance upon her bottom.  She felt gentle spanks and rubs on her backside. “Mmmmmmm,” she was totally into it when all of a sudden he said, “now before we continue I want to impress the futility of not following my rule about being in this house while I am gone. SMACK! SMACK! Do not place yourself in anger. SMACK! SMACK! “HEY STOP THAT YOU BIG”…He started rubbing and smacking erotically again…..”You…. fiancé. 

They continued happily creating a memory to carry through the week apart.

Thursday morning, Claire sat at the kitchen table with Myrna, Maureen and Nora.  Colleen had been part of the group earlier but she received news that she was needed out of town. She was the birth coach for her cousin and the day had come. After quite a lengthy conversation, her brother was finally reassured that Claire would stay WITH Myrna. Now he would be able to take Colleen.

Each of the ladies had things to do but planned on getting back together later on in the late afternoon for cocktails and munchies.

Sharing several glasses of wine and nibbling on the munchies before dinner, they continued talking and getting aggravated with the impossible cherry tree debacle.

“I think we could figure out who is digging in your garden.” Myrna said excitedly. She had a series of photographs with the cherry trees surrounded by holes. “This isn’t some supernatural weird thing.”

“I know.” I said, “How are we going to do it?” I leaned in as if this was some big secret. I had my own ideas too about this mystery. She was pointing a beautiful red nail at the trees in the pictures. “They are digging for some sort of treasure, that’s what I think.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Like a pirate treasure?”

Maureen’s eyes lit up and she bobbed her red head clapping her hands. “Perfect timing! All the boys are in Washington until Saturday evening. We get to investigate.”

Nora frowned reminding them of the last time they ‘inadvertently’ became involved in police work! “Seriously guys…remember WHAT happened! I think the wine is making us loopy, DULLING our senses!”

 She was trying to use some code words or something, thought Claire.

Oh… I… get… it. She had a light bulb moment as she watched Myrna and Maureen squirm on their seats. Claire looked at them and just went there. “Your husband’s spank you too?”

All three of the ladies turned toward Claire with their mouths opened in shock.

“What” squeaked Myrna, “do you mean? I am way too old for that!”

They were as red as each of their skin tones allowed. “Um….I mean, no never- that would be crazy”….Myrna sputtered off.

“Sorry my friends, I have been spanked too, although not hardly ever! My brothers spank their wives as well. So I know the signs well.” She took a big gulp of wine giving her the courage to share her secret.

The conversation turned in an entirely different direction from that moment. The entire group of women looked relieved to be able to openly discuss the complexities of their unusual dynamics.

Nora looked at each of them and lectured, “You know if we do something dangerous, we are dead meat, right?” The ladies each looked back and smiled. “They will never know.” The wine was flowing and they were becoming braver and bolder as the afternoon wore on.

Maureen said, “We’re going to be perfect angels.” Nothing will happen.

“What better experts than the wives of Ex-FBI men, and the sister of the chief of police?”

“So, what are the plan girls?” Claire asked.

“Well Claire,” began Nora, “You told Michael you would not stay here in the house over-night…right?”

“Yesssss why?” She would not lie to him. That meant she could not stay in the house.

“Well Maureen has a small tent we can put up in the yard. It basically sets itself up. I know that Nicky has some fancy camera that works without a flash. We will all get in the tent and wait for the hole diggers to show-up, then take pictures to show the cops. No one gets hurt since we do not confront anyone!”

“This is perfect we will be the smart WOMAN heroes that save the day. No danger at all.” Maureen stood up then ordered everyone to get on the horn and call someone to drive then for their supplies.

Myrna stopped them before they started calling and got carried away. “I am checking in with Lloyd now before I drink too much wine and my lips loosen up. Remember I am not suggesting we lie, just avoid the truth.”

All the ladies decided that was the most prudent course of action. Phone calls were made assurances of safety adamantly made. Everyone was ready for the night.

“Who are we calling to drive us around for our supplies?” Myrna answered Claire saying, “We should call Jenna. She is a good friend. We met her because she does our hair in town. Jenna will make sure we get what we need, maybe even stick around for a glass of wine before dark.

About an hour later Jenna arrived at Claire’s home. “Hey chics, what’s up?”  She was introduced to Claire and sat down in the kitchen to hear the story of the cherry trees.

“Can you keep a secret?” Claire was listening to Maureen manipulate Jenna. “Of course! Are you sure all you guys are doing is spying and photographing the diggers? Last time you took it upon yourself to save the day was a little scary!”

“Yea, yea, yea….were all good,” smoothed Nora.

After they easily convinced Jenna to drive them- they hurried off to gather everything needed.

 Returning to the house they set up the tent by the garage hoping that the darkness of the yard would camouflage them from being noticed. The ladies even made sure the bottom of the tent was nice and cushy, layered with sleeping bags and pillows.

Nora turned to Maureen and said she hoped this was not going to backfire as they all had quite a bit to drink.

“Nah, I think were good,” the normally eloquent Maureen said! They quietly walked out and stepped into the tent. “It is a perfect time to get settled since it’s not quite dark yet. Who has the camera?”

“I do,” said Claire. “I am glad you had a tripod, we can set it up and point it toward the trees.”

The time passed slowly and quite uncomfortably since they were packed in like sardines. On top of being squished together, they never worked out how to use the ladies room without being seen. Around 2 AM they were absolutely through.

“I have to pee so badly” Claire whispered.

“ME too”, Myrna gritted out.

“Ditto” and “Ditto me too,” said Maureen and Nora softly.

 “Yeah I am about to walk back in the house,” Myrna said quietly.

Just as she was about to figure out how to exit the tent, they heard someone come into the yard.

“Hurry up and take some pictures with the infrared lens, Nora quieted her voice so as not to be heard.

Whoever was in the yard started talking, “They aren’t here. I have been driving by the last few nights. That cute lady hasn’t been sleeping here. The big guy flew out Sunday evening; I followed them to the airport.”

“Are you sure your uncle buried the money here before he overdosed?”

“Yea, I was the one who pointed him to the vacant homes, 8 months ago. I keep telling you that. What are you stupid?”

“Well, all those other houses didn’t have nothin.”

“I told ya, he kept sayin’  I’m cherry pickin’ the spot. This is the only house which has cherry trees, man!”

“We been digging for weeks, there’s nothin’ under the trees.”

The ladies were taking every word in, but in trying to give her tingling foot a bit of room Nora accidentally knocked the camera and tripod over.

“Hey! What the hell,” one of the strangers yelled.

“It came from over there.” They started to search for the noise but it was difficult in the pitch black dark. The ladies were still somewhat hidden behind the garage.

Whispering, “Oh my God let’s get out of here!” They were unfortunately so packed in; the tent was a mass of legs, arms and thrashing hands. None of them could grasp a foothold trying to push them up and out.

“Ow! You are hitting my chin,” Nora said to Claire.

“Grab my hand, I’ll pull you up!” Myrna tried to grab Maureen’s hand. However that just caused her to fall back against Nora and Claire. “Yeesh, guys I’m getting bruised here.”

“I think you punched my stomach” Claire moaned. “Uh… oh… I think I’m Going to puke!”

“Don’t you dare,” Myrna growled forcefully. “Take a deep breath- now.” Just then the tent collapsed causing them to be completely trapped.

“I am feeling smothered here.” shouted Maureen!

“The games up, I just do not care.”

“WOOOP! WOOOP!” they heard a police siren. Next it sounded like running footsteps and multiple swear words. Someone shouted, “Stop or I’ll shoot!” Other sounds like hand cuffs, keys- a car door opening and closing, made them feel braver.

OH thank God, I’m running in the house to the bathroom just as soon as I can get out of here. Nora screamed, “HELP, we’re here!”

Well that opened the floodgates and all of them were shouting, “Help! We are trapped in the tent by the garage!” Each of the girls kept trying to push the tent out of the way and unfortunately found themselves grabbing body parts that got in the way.

 “HEY that is NOT my Hand!”

 “Well turn away so I can push myself up!”

“You are on my foot.”

“My hair is under your foot… PLEASE move over!”

The officers had a flood light enabling them to see where the women were. It only took the detectives minutes to extricate the girls from the collapsed tent. They exited the tent sweaty and miserable.

After the ladies ran to use the facilities they were asked to go to the police station and give statements as well as share the photographs they were able to take. No one was sure if the pictures would be allowed in court or if any crime was actually committed. They could try to prove that these were the same idiots who threw the rock at Claire, but the only other wrong doing was trespassing, and carrying a concealed weapons.

“That concealed weapon is going to get me in a crud load of trouble,” said Maureen. “William is going to consider this as bad as the ‘Cat’s Meow.’”

Nora and Myrna blanched. “Oh crap you’re so right, we’re dead meat.” The ladies talked while waiting until they finished their statements to call the guys.

Claire was a little naïve and didn’t agree saying, “Guys they didn’t pull the guns on us.”

Myrna looked at her and said, “Oh honey, you are such a newbie. You are up the creek with the proverbial paddle.”

“No you’ll see, he just spanked me for the porch danger and I did get hurt, so I understand...almost!”

All three of the ladies just smiled at her as if to humor her.  “Well, let me explain something dearie, not only will he burn your butt for the danger you put yourself in, you disobeyed him by staying at the house.”

“Uh uh! I told him I wouldn’t stay in the HOUSE, and I said I was staying WITH Myrna, not in her house.”

“Oh Claire, do you REALLY believe that? Semantics darling, you will learn.”

The two detectives approached the woman and turned to Claire saying, “we spoke with the Chief, your brother and he said to tell you he contacted Michael in Washington, as well as Lloyd, William and Nick. They were informed about the entire story and are on their way home now. He said to tell you they made sure they were on the next flight home.

Quite a subdued group was seen to be exiting the police station that morning. The ladies drove back to Claire’s house so they could clean-up the yard and kitchen.

Pulling up to the house they noticed the construction company that was building the deck could be heard in the back yard, tearing down the porch. They were carrying all the rotten wood out to the front and throwing it in a dumpster.

“Hi Claire.” Said Mitch the owner of the company, “Heard you had a bit of excitement here last night?”

Just as she was about to answer, several men came running from the back yard with a large black bag.

“We found something and I think you’re going to want to call the police. There seems to be about a million dollars in this bag. It was secured under the floor of the porch.”

Later on after all the police had left, and had taken the evidence with them. The ladies were just laying around trying to rest. They heard car doors slamming outside.

Myrna stood up and said, “Well….’here we go’ the boys are back.”

Four angry men walked in. Despite the fact that they were upset, hugs kisses and conversations were the order of the night. The ladies had ordered food in for their meal. “Ladies sit while you can,” said Lloyd. Everyone gathered around the kitchen table talking softly about the solved mystery of a drug dealer who overdosed after he buried his money under the floor of the rotted porch.

 William said that the guy buried the money when he was tipped off that the next night the cops were showing up to bust him. Lloyd then explained that they figured the drug dealer was aware he was going to jail for dealing and wanted to save his stash for later. He tried to swallow all his coke and he died when the bags burst open after he ingested them. Unfortunately his nephew only had a general idea of where he buried the money, which explained his frenetic digging everywhere near the cherry trees. He just knew his uncle said ‘I went cherry picking.’

 

Nicky stood up and said, “I think Nora and I will be leaving we have a major discussion to finish tonight.” Nora frowned, but everyone took that as their clue to get moving and clean-up dinner. There were lots of silent looks and patting of bottoms. The men’s actions could be seen as foretelling a future for the girls.

As Myrna left she pulled Claire in and whispered with a smile, “Welcome to the club.”

“Huh?” was all she got out before the door closed and Michael pulled her to the couch and tossed her over his knee. Quickly and efficiently he bared her bottom, applying his hand to her with a near frantic intensity. His lecture began with the danger and ended with her lie of omission. Claire shouted and pleaded from beginning to end. He stopped when the red of her bottom radiated enough heat to be felt several days.

Later after much conversation love and reassurance, Michael asked Claire what Myrna said as she left earlier.

Claire rubbed her very red behind and said, “Welcome to the club.”

Michael kissed her and said He loved her even if she belonged to the spanked wives club.

Nora said, “Not me never again.”

Some of the crazy stuff--- with changes actually happened to me....(crazed, crazed, drug dealer)

Thanks so much for reading!

Minelle

Bossy Backseat Bike Driver

My husband sent me this text late Saturday:

Guess what I’ll be looking at from behind tomorrow?...Your rear end. Lol. I know it sounds like something else.

But…..really……

I was very happy because that meant he wasn’t working Sunday, and we were going on our bike ride! Our new cherished tradition in tact. 

Sunday dawned and we left the teens to their slumber. I made us a nice breakfast for energy. This week I added some carbs to mine, I had a feeling I would need some. For the bike ride and the ‘laters.’

Let me digress a moment...

I have a confession to make here, I am a terrible bossy stressed out backseat driver, mostly with my husband. It drives EVERYONE crazy. I try really I do, it is just that I am used to driving, but whenever we go out he drives 99% of the time. We are both excellent drivers so my crazy stuff is my transition from driver to passenger. I trust him implicitly; it’s just a quirk that lasts maybe for 10-15 min.

When I drive and he is the passenger he is always offering his ADVICE, “honey move in that lane, slow down etc… This doesn’t bother me I take it in the spirit the advice is given.

Sooo….let’s get back to the bike ride on Sunday morning. Remember the text he sent me? Well he always rides behind me, unless we see the path is clear for a while, and then we ride side-by-side talking.

Now he is a bit bossy at times….and frequently kindly offers advice- even tho he knows I'm capable.“Darlin’(in his lovely accent) change gears we are going uphill, change again we are going downhill.” Something that drives him crazy is when I cross a busy intersection and I start on the low petal, this is illogical to him. He doesn’t get why I don’t start with the raised pedal. (I really don’t care grrrrrrr! I think- bossy backseat bike driver!)

So I said, “honey why do you ride behind me?” His answer was, “well I like to make sure you’re okay. If anyone is going to crash they will get me first." (There is a history here- someone did come on my left and I did crash)

 "Lastly, I like to look at your rear!”

 I think I will keep him- and take his bossiness with a grain of salt, even if he is a bossy backseat bike driver.

This leads me to the ‘laters.’ I have shared some of the blogs I read with him.

I have also directed him to some he may want to explore.

He is self-motivated and maybe we are inching toward ankles +++. He is taking the bull by the horns, and stepping things up a notch.

The text I got this morning was:

Good morning sweetheart, have a great day. See you when I get home.

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

The water has reached our ankles.

This weekend my husband was able to indulge one of his favorite passions. No not me,…. well maybe a bit of me!

He is a soccer fanatic, and he was able to enjoy a little time away watching his favorite team. I entertained myself by having dinner with a friend. We enjoyed conversation, cooking and drinking wine together. Always fun!

 When my husband returned I was happy to plan our remaining weekend time. Since our children are older we have more hours to ourselves. This intermittent stage in our lives allows us to concentrate on us---our time with one another.

 During a normal week life is crazy and at night we both fall into lazy habits, me reading, and him on Facebook or watching TV.  He works so incredibly hard and such long hours, I feel he needs to decompress so we are both cognizant that that’s okay, needed even. Yet, we want a great weekend with activities and social entertainment.

This brings me to a new tradition we both cherish; on Sunday morning my husband I have begun a little activity, bike riding together. I know what you were thinking. (That’s something we enjoy as well) We find that connection time with each other makes our weekend, and sets us up for the week ahead.

I begin teaching soon so I know my life will become very busy so I am embracing the time alone with him.

Anyway back to the bike ride…. We started out on a great path near our home. It is quite deserted on a Sunday morning and we can go a good distance not seeing anyone. We talk about us, the kids (This time soccer! LOL) anything we feel like. It is just absolutely lovely.

At one point I say, “so what do you feel like doing the rest of the day?” His answer was, “I want to spank you and thennnn……yes… he said it out loud. I said honey shhhhh what if someone hears. He responds, “so what, it doesn’t look like anyone is around, and anyway if someone hears they don’t know us!!!”

 Yeesh. I have created a monster. Albeit, a lovable one.

We  continued our 20 mile ride…. 20 miles!! Yes... we needed a nap later. That was not code word for something else. We slept!!

 We enjoyed the closing ceremonies, delaying our adult time since teen #1 was in the house until late evening.

 Adult time eventually arrived!

Well he took things up a level! I was like, ouch, my legs may have kicked up a bit. For a moment I thought….I want this? Then things settled in and I thought …uh huh. Yep! All is good.

Later I asked him about kicking things up a definite notch. He said…. yeah, I am not so worried about really hurting you anymore.

Hmmmmmm!

It was all good maybe instead of toe tipping, the water may have reached our ankles. J

Thanks for listening,

Minelle

A B C's

Stormy-shelterinthestorm.blogspot.com sent out a challenge to all the ttwd bloggers, but Susie hermischiefmanaged.blogspot.com nudged me to actually try the word association game with her direct question!!

All of you know I am new to this ttwd world so I am going to mix up my choice of words with real life and my imaginative story writing life.

 Basically I am stealing from Blondie ttwdblondiesblog.blogspot.com and anyone else who gave two words for each letter. I will come up with the words on my own of course. And if I did this again it would certainly evolve since I still am growing.

 I probably was overthinking this but…..Who am I kidding, I absolutely did....and that was not the purpose of the game. I guess I am not a rule follower here.

 Now for the fun:

A= A** (not him, mine.) or Assertive

B= Backside or Baptism (by fire! Lol)

C= Comfort or combustion

D= Dynamic or Doom

E= Event or Erotic

F= Fun or Fulfilling

G= Greenhorn or Growth

H= Husband or Hot

I= Incredible intimacy (they just go together)

J= Joy or Justice

K= Killer or Kind

L= Lure  Laughter or Lesson

M= Magic or Meld

N= New or Need

O= Oh! Or Ouch!

P= Playful or Practice

Q= Quest or Quandary

R= Research or Rush

S= Sexy or Searing

T= Tempo or Teasing

U= Union or Uplift

V= Variety or Vigor

W= Whatever (just had to use that word for a laugh) or When?

X= Sorry not even trying here.

Y=Yes or Yowza

Z=Zealous or Zing

Well that’s all I have for now.

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

The Meta Awesomest Blog Unicorn Prize

Reneerose http://www.reneeroseromance.com/2012/08/all-about-unicorns.html was kind enough to nominate lowly me for the Meta Awesomest Blog Unicorn Prize.

THANK YOU.

 I do not feel worthy to be in the same category as all the bloggers nominated.

 However, I will graciously accept the award and try and pay it forward.

Just so you know, I am technology impaired so if it gets too difficult I may mention the blog names and not link!

 Award Rules:

1. Include the award logo somewhere in your blog.

2. Answer 10 questions you have about yourself.

3. Nominate 10 to 12 blogs you enjoy. Or you pick the number.

4. Pay the love forward: Provide your nominee’s link in your post and comment on their blog to let them know they’ve been included and invited to participate.

5. Pay the love back with gratitude and a link to the blogger(s) who nominated you.

Well I think I am really a mixed bag of a person, so maybe you have figured some of this out already by my writing.  

Here are ten things you may not know about me:

 
    I am an artist, and art teacher. It is truly my passion. My brother once asked me if I was happy in my job, and I said I look forward to getting up each day I teach art.
 
    I back- packed Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales and Paris in my early 20s, with a family member and a friend. CHERISHED MEMORY.

   I love cooking and when living with roommates I was the chef. They loved my food but not the clean-up. I used all the pots, pans and dishes ‘creating.’ I am much better now.

    I rarely follow a recipe, If you ask me how I made something I will give you approximates for the ingredients. My dishes often are somewhat different each time I cook!

    I won hula- hoop contests in my late 20s. I am once again exploring the hula hoop for exercise.

    I absolutely hate spiders, and most creepy crawlies. As a matter of fact I have been known to strip off everything in an absolute crazed daze when thinking they are upon my person. Much to the laughter of anyone present!! Thank goodness this does not happen often.


   I love reading, but rarely read one book at a time.

   I lost almost 50 pounds two years ago, and was able to “cure” some health issues. It is a continuous process.

    I  am related to an inventor from the past.

 My family means…..Everything to me. 

The next part is so hard for me but I will nominate some of my favorites. If you really want to know my daily blog indulgences peruse my blogroll.

PK elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com , Sunnygirl aimlessramblings.blogspot.com , SNP slightlynaughtyprincess.blogspot.com , faerie faerielernstofly.blogspot.com , ronnie ronniesoul.blogspot.com , Bas newlifeindd.blogspot.com, Celeste writercelestejones.blogspot.com , Reneerose reneeroseclosetgorl.blogspot.com . 

I am cashed here this is taking me forever to complete. Laugh if you will I am so bad at this stuff. The linking etc..... Not the talking and sharing!

      All the blogs on my blogroll I read and enjoy. The friends  above have helped me and encouraged me.They have given me strength to indulge my floundering attempts at writing.

     I really am afraid I missed someone so please go back and read my very first blog post where I thanked many of you. 

     If I still forgot you and you are not on my blog list.....that is where I am having tech problems I have not solved as of yet.

     Thanks for reading, 

      Minelle

 

Oh Yea! I Love Spanking!

This weekend was a mixed bag of events. So my post is a bit of a mixed mash of thoughts, and maybe questions.

Hubby and I needed to leave our family gathering early to take care of parenting responsibilities. Not always pleasant but necessary.

Since we all understand the vagaries of life we need to take time to enjoy all we can.

So……..

Sunday morning dawned and we decided to make the most of our early return.

Reading around blog land you often hear moms complain that they are frequently interrupted during those inopportune intimate moments. Let me assure you that still can be the case with teens residing in the home. They do not even want to be reminded that at one or two times you ‘may’ have had sex in order to conceive them! Radar not engaged.

So Hubby and I decided since child # 2 was deep in la la land, we were safe to practice our ‘research’. However, we have something called small house syndrome, and sound travels easily. Rightly so, hubby was concerned about the recognizable sounds indicating spanking, so I took the bull by the horns and placed a fan in front of our son’s door and turned it on high. Problem solved! We have fans going in all the bedrooms so it was double coverage.

When we ‘practice’ I can barely contain Hubby! I mean why didn’t he say something about enjoying this erotic side of spanking? Since he was always threatening and spanking outside of the bedroom I knew he was somewhat of a spanko but his enthusiasm is dramatic!  Hubby was always happily engaged before, but I mean this is crazy! Good crazy!

 I am not really sure I understand how it is erotic for him. I understand the physiology for the spanked person. (Remember your link SNP) As to the psychological component I can trace the feelings I had when spanking was mentioned, read about in romance or seen in TV, or movies. Maybe it was considered more acceptable in my youth. It certainly appears that way considering what I have read in blog land for many spankos of my generation.

I can actually remember a conversation where I may have been between the ages of 15-17 with similarly aged family members. Several of us girls were watching a ‘Gidget’ rerun where an exchange student was spanked by her fiancé. We discussed the big philosophical question of who should/could spank a woman. (No judgment here just what was on our radar, and experience? I realize other dynamics abound and that’s great)

I often fought that assertion because it seemed very contrary to being a modern woman. So I continued to read and watch anything spanking related secretly…. while outwardly balking at the event, and at the same time weaving spanking stories in my head.

Since most stories, books, movies, TV etc., dealt with the discipline component….and hubby sort-of went there, mildly, playfully....

You can see how it took me so long to even begin to explore the erotic side of spanking, and be open with my husband. Plus I had so many balls I needed to keep in the air and manage as a strong wife and mother. (Some bloggers comment about those of us who have a great deal of responsibility, ie nurses, teachers etc., and enjoy the fantasy of not dealing with all our burdens?)

We have always enjoyed the intimacy of our marriage and were very open and enthusiastic to explore with each other. However, I wasn’t supposed to “go there.” I never ever expected to share this with hubby.

Maybe the natural way he already took it upon himself to use those ‘trigger words’ and follow through was what laid some of the ground work for me to be more open with myself, and with him. (Plus communicating with PK for a while and later with Sunnygirl)

For me the threat is part of the fantasy, The ‘Taken in Hand’ component of a story. Yet the other side is the eroticism of spanking itself.

Later on I did ask him if he was ok with all this new stuff, I know PK, why am I going there again?  Just going back to try and understand his enjoyment. He struggles with ‘some’ of what I have shown him, or read to him….But if we do not label it; his answer is often enthusiastically appreciative. (I try and understand, he has no need to understand.... SEE Bas, hubby and I too, are different)

 Maybe there is a learning curve for both of us.

This was his exact response, and expression:

His Eyes opened wide, he smiled and looked right at me and said, “oh yea! I love the spanking!” Seems very simple, huh?

We are still just tipping our toes in the water, but that’s ok for us.

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

No spanking, just a little background!

Just to give you a little bit of background:

I grew up in a very religious, large traditional family showered with a great deal of love.  There were five kids and both my parents. At times we also had others living with us.

 What’s the big deal about that, you say?

The house was an old Victorian in a middle class Irish Catholic neighborhood of a large Midwestern city. We had three bedrooms and one small bathroom.

 I am the eldest in a family of four girls and one boy. My parents had one bedroom, my brother the other, and the rest of us girls slept together in a full size or the king size bed we eventually inherited.

 During times throughout our youth we were often a safe place for others to join the family. We just adjusted, basically moved over and one more slept in the bed. We had scheduled bathroom time each and every morning, charted for the week! We would never have been able to leave the house on time otherwise. Hogging was pretty much eliminated.

We made tents in the back yard played with homemade toys and imagination. We read books to escape the mundane. We watched TV, eating popcorn and homemade fudge. We shared everything!  Responsibility and care for each other, was a natural extension of our love.

Now mind you the rules applied to all who lived in that house, it was a matter of respect. I may have balked at the rules as an adolescent but now I understand my parents’ often protective motivations. I can remember being outraged that my brother, who wasn’t even a full year younger took the bus to pick me up when I worked late.

As an adolescent I often had parties with the approval of my parents. We loved to dance, and we would roll up the carpet and go to town! Yep, still the same me. My younger siblings would cater to the needs of my friends just so they could watch us. Our house was the house everyone congregated at. Everyone was welcome!

 Later on as we each made our way to college and beyond other young adult extended family lived with us. At one time we were basically nine adults, seven of whom were between the ages of 16-23? We laugh a great deal remembering those years!

In spite of how it may sound our house was nice and we never went hungry. There was always room for one more at the table. We entertained, we had all our needs met and then some.

You may say where is she going with this?

We are going away this weekend staying in a large multi dwelling home with my entire family. There will be over 30 people. This is the second year at this location. At other times our attempts to vacation together have been fraught with mishaps and a great deal of humor.

I know all our teens think our family is great… but strange. Not too many of their friends parents enjoy the closeness we have with their own siblings etc. Maybe we are a bit too close, and for an open minded artist I may have needed more freedom; however I am willing to trade on those needs for the great relationships I have now.

I look forward to this weekend, making memories, with love laughter, fights and crazy adaptability!

Thanks for reading,

Minelle