Relax …

Jun 26, 2017 by

And smell the wildflowers. It’s summer!

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What He Said

Jun 21, 2017 by

It was just not fair. He was usually such a marshmallow. True, he bossed her around and made her do stuff that she knew she should do.

But most of the time, if she really wanted to, she could get her own way, despite what he said.

This had not turned out to be one of those times.

And it wasn’t even her fault!

It wasn’t her fault she had gone back to school for her master’s degree after sweating through a four-year BA in three years and a month. That was all him and his constant litany of learn, learn, learn, punctuated with smacks on her bare bottom when he didn’t think she was listening hard enough. Not that she minded all that much, most of the time. He had a way of smacking that made her feel awful and wonderful at the same time. He could be quite aggravating in that regard.

And anyway, it wasn’t her fault that her buddies in the cohort had dragged her, not quite kicking and screaming, out for drinks and dinner after a seminar, which had turned out to be more drinks than dinner, which meant that she had got home way later than she said she was going to and in worse condition than she should have been.

And he wasn’t even at home when she got there, for crying out loud!

But he had left a note. She hated it when he went out on a call and left a note, mostly because that meant she wouldn’t see him right away, but also because his notes were usually full of good advice of the “do this or else” kind.

She had read that night’s edition several times over, hating every word more and more each time. He had done something of the sort before, but never had he been so blunt or so harsh, and she had fought back tears as she scanned and re-scanned the lines.

Sweetie, it read, I had to run to the hospital. I will be home as soon as may be, and you had better be there when I get back. I heard from my agent in your cohort that you overgrown girls and boys got up to rather more mischief on a weeknight than is suitable for people with important work to do. When you do get home, remove your panties immediately. Then drink a large quantity of water, sit on the sofa, and wait for me to come and tend to you. Much love, D.

How dare he? Who on earth did he think he was? And how had she been stupid enough to trust that his niece wouldn’t blow the whistle on her? She loved the girl dearly, but keeping her mouth shut around her uncle was not her strong suit.

She had whimpered and fretted and sworn a blue streak, as she never would have dreamt of doing in his presence. Then, with much foot stomping and some extremely vile words she knew he hated to hear from her rosy lips, she pushed her panties down, threw them into the laundry basket, and stomped back to the living room.

There was not an alcoholic drink to be had in the house, so she stomped and cursed at him for a while more before plopping, most grumpily, onto the sofa to glare and grumble her immense disaffection for him and for all mankind.

But then she curled up and fell asleep, lulled by too much wine at the bar and the scary-soft visions in her head of what he was going to do to her when he got home.

He was not in the least displeased at the sight that awaited him when he arrived at only a little past one in the morning. And, even though she argued and excused and wheedled when he awakened her, there was no mitigating the first-class spanking he delivered to her delightfully deserving bare cheeks before he took her to their bed.

For her part, she felt extremely ill used and unfairly done by, although, once in bed, she easily and quickly slipped back to dreamland when he caressed her with the same hand he had used to punish.

 

 

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Red Moon At Morning …

Jun 19, 2017 by

 

Do my eyes have a one-track mind of their own? It looks to me like the pinkest area on this girl’s skin is the one I’m always focused on, anyway.

 

The distinction is even more pronounced in this photo. There is no indication that these are anything other than fun nude shots on a rocky beach, and I suppose the extra color could be from sitting on those sun baked pebbles – only her bottom is even pinker than the soles of her feet.

So my assertion is that her photographer is also her top, and he insists that the area of HIS focus is always kept a nice, tingly, just-spanked shade.

Because such is the natural order of the world.

That is all.

Dev out.

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Tops, Be Careful

May 30, 2017 by

Telling your girl, “Put your jacket on; we’re going,” is just asking for trouble.

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A Book and a Beach Towel

May 26, 2017 by

All you really need for a perfect holiday weekend.

Enjoy, everyone!

 

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Late For Dinner?

May 24, 2017 by

That time he warned her, and warned her, and warned her – do not take so long getting dressed that we’re late for this special dinner, and what he saw when she called to tell him she was ready and waiting in the elevator. My guess is, they were, in fact, late for dinner, which she ate standing up.

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