Revelations - 
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
by Soshyi

She stood staring at the answering machine, listening to the message for the dozenth time. 

"Little Girl, you get ready for a spanking.  I want you in the corner of the living room with your button nose touching the wall and those panties lowered to your knees.  I'll be home soon."

Her first reaction had been bafflement, quickly followed by anger, and then a great need to kosh his head.  Now she was just plain curious.  She wondered if he'd finally lost all his senses.  Knowing he'd had a difficult time lately, she decided to play this out.  Hitting save on the machine, she slowly loosened the tight grip her fist had on the frying pan and sat her weapon down on the counter.  Better to indulge him and see what happens, she thought.  She could always kosh him later.  Slipping off her skirt, she folded it neatly and placed it in a nearby chair.  Walking into the living room, she stepped out of her shoes, placed herself in the corner, lowered her girdle to her knees and waited.

Mr. Peterson pulled into his driveway in a foul mood. Retirement!  Who needs it.  What was he suppose to do now?  He'd spent 50 years working in the same company, an unheard of achievement these days, and now he was being tossed out without a byyourleave. Exiting the car, he stomped into the kitchen and slammed the door. Seeing the message light blinking on the machine, he scowled and hit replay.

His eyes got huge as he listed to the message. Obviously a wrong number, he thought in amusement.  He wondered if his wife had heard it and was sure if she had she would not be so amused.  He thought that voice sounded familiar, but couldn't quite put his finger on who it could be. 

Still thinking about that voice he walked over to the fridge, grabbed a beer and stepped around the corner heading into the living room.  He lifted the can to his mouth and proceeded to spill half of it down his shirt. 

Eleanor was standing in the corner bare-bottomed. 

He did a double take.  His mouth opened in amazement.

Eleanor was standing in the corner bare-assed to the world!
 
That spandex contraption she'd faithfully worn almost every day of all their married years was down around her knees.  The only other articles of clothing on her person were a little white blouse and her knee-high hose, one of which had ridden down around an ankle. Feeling the liquid seep through his shirt, he quickly righted the can. 

Just when he was about to ask her what in tarnation she thought she was doing, a thought occurred.  He backed his way into the kitchen and replayed the message.  He squinted his eyes in a crafty manner. Grabbing a towel off the rack he dabbed his wet shirt and drank the rest of the beer. Peeking around the corner he made eye contact with his wife.

Thinking quickly, he called to her, "Nose in that corner, Eleanor."

He gasped as he watched her comply.  Well if that didn't beat all!  He wasn't born yesterday and was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room.

"Walter,"  he heard his wife begin.

"Hush woman.  I've got some thinking to do."

Tapping his finger on his chin he paced behind his wife.  Placing his hands on his hips he turned to look at her.  He began his pacing again. 

"Your on very thin ice here, Walter,"  his wife ground out between her clenched teeth. 

"Just give me a moment, Eleanor."

Hunching her shoulders, she counted to ten and breathed deeply.  She wondered if his medical insurance was still in effect.  Maybe he'd stayed out in the sun too long?  Did he have a fall at work and hit his head?  She heard movement behind her.

"Okay, honey bunch, you come on over here to me." 

She turned around and glared at him.  The coffee-table had been moved across the room and he was sitting on the couch. 

Eleanor awkwardly took a few steps towards him.  Her girdle was impeding her progress.

"Take that silly thing off,"  he ordered.  "And the hose, too.  They are a distraction."

Watching his wife bend down, Walter had to ask himself when was the last time he really got a good look at her.  70 years old and she was still as pretty as a picture.  Her silky gray hair had retained those naturally large curls he use to love to play with. When was the last time he'd done that?  And she was still a fine figure of a woman, too.  The hair covering her sex was barely there anymore and she had lost all the hair on her legs long ago.  He supposed it was like the top of his head and he laughed. 

"Are you amused at my appearance, Walter?"  his wife asked defensively as she made her way to his side. 

"Honey, I am anything but amused right now,"  he told her with a gleam in his eye. 

"And do you really think I have a button nose?"  she inquired.  "That was kind of sweet."

A questioning look appeared on his face.  Ah!  "Yes, indeed I do, Dear.  A cute little button nose."

"Why did you tell me to lower my panties?"  she asked suspiciously as she stepped up next to him.  "You know I've never worn any of those things."

Damn!  "Don't ask so many questions woman!"  he quickly covered.  "Come closer and get that tummy over my knees." 

"You've got to be kidding,"  she said.

"Nope,"  he said, patting his lap.  "Right now.  Over my knees."  

Tilting her head a bit, she contemplated the situation.  What harm could it do, she thought.  She still had the skillet in the kitchen.

"I don't think I can get down there, Walter,"  she said seriously. 

"Oh!" he exclaimed.  "Of course you can't.  Just a second,"  he said as he centered himself on the couch and scooted as far back as he could go.

"That should do it, don't you think?"  he asked. "Just stretch yourself across my lap with your head at one end and your toes at the other."

Eleanor sighed and placed her knees at his right-hand side.  Carefully, she lowered herself across him.

POP!

"What was that noise?"  her husband asked, concerned. "Are you all right?"

"That was my mind finally snapping."  Her muffled voice was heard from deep within the cushions.

"Very funny, dear,"  he chuckled.  "You are just full of sass tonight aren't you?"

She really didn't think that deserved an answer.

"Walter, I don't think I will be able to get up from here,"  she said.

"Don't worry about that now, sweetypie,"  he said, looking down at his lap.  "I plan to keep you here for a little while."

My, oh my, he thought.  Where had this lovely view been all his life?  Placing both hands upon her very nice bottom, he indulged himself with a squeeze. 

Eleanor sighed and wiggled about a bit to get more comfortable.  It was a good feeling to have his total attention on her.  His touch was even better. 

"Eleanor, I don't like Prune Juice,"  he stated, keeping his hands on her soft cheeks.

"Excuse me?"  she said.

"You've been giving me Prune Juice with breakfast for 30 years now,"  he accused.  "I don't like it and it tastes nasty."

"It keeps you regular, Walter,"  she defended.

"I am 75 years old, woman.  From now on I'll decide what I will have to drink,"  he declared.

Slap!  His right hand descended in the middle of her bottom.

"Walter!"  She screeched.  "Have you lost your mind?"

"Uh, did I hurt you?"  he asked, concerned.

"Well, no, but..." 

Slap!  He did it a little harder.

"Hey!"  she exclaimed.  "That stung!"

"Good!"  he said. 

"No." Slap! "More." Slap! "Prune." Slap! "Juice." Slap!

"You can stop now, I understand!"  she called out, wondering what she would do with the 6 jars in the pantry.  "No more Prune Juice."

Walter looked down at his wife's bottom and grinned. Boy did that baby bounce.

"I don't want to stop."  He said. "I still have a few more things on my list."

"Well, why don't you write them down?"  she suggested.

Slap!

"No!"  He said.  "I like it better this way.  Now, where was I?"

"Your list, dear?"  she offered.

"Oh, yes.  Thank you."

"Don't mention it,"  she said.

"What the heck have you been wearing around your hips all these years?"  He asked.

"It's a girdle, Walter."

"I don't like it,"  he said.

"It keeps everything in place, Dear,"  she told him. "My mother and her mother wore one all their lives."

"Well, I" Slap! "Don't" Slap! "Like" Slap! "It" Slap!

"I feel a theme here, Walter,"  she said. "Fine no more girdle."

"You will wear panties from now on."  he ordered.

Slap!  One for good measure.

"Fine, I'll buy some underwear,"  she sighed.

"Some pretty ones!"  he quickly told her.

"Yes, fine then," she relented.  "Pretty underwear."

Slap!

"Good girl,"  he smiled.

"Anything else, Dear?"  she tentatively asked.

"Let me think,"  he replied, tapping her bottom.

"I want to travel,"  he said aloud.

"You get car sick,"  she answered helpfully.

"I" Slap! "Want...." Slap! 

".....to travel,"  she finished for him.  "Fine, will call the doctor and see what medicine you could take."

Slap!

"That's a good idea!"  de joyfully told her.

"I'm happy your happy, dear."

"We'll travel the world,"  he declared.

Slap!

"Everywhere we go you'll get a spanking!"  He thought that was his best idea yet.

"Yes, dear,"  she said. 

He reached down and gave her a tickle between her legs.

"WALTER!"  Eleanor cried out.

"I think you liked that, Sweetness,"  he said, caressing her bottom.  "We'll be doing a great deal of that in the future."  He teased her again.

"Walter you devil, you stop that right now!"  she cried.

Slap!

"Get up woman, were taking this next phase in the bedroom."  He slapped her once again.

"I can't get up on my own, dear,"  she told him.

"Of course you can't,"  he said with kindness.  "Let me help you."

He lifted up by her hips while she pushed up on her arms and they both managed to get her kneeling at his side once again.  He stood up and helped her to her feet. 

"Walter, I don't think I could do this all the time, she said honestly.  "I'm a little dizzy."

"I don't think I could either, Sweetpea."  He was honest with her as well.  "Maybe just once in a while?" 

"Well, it was kind of exciting,"  she admitted.  "Yes, once in a while would be just fine."

"Excellent,"  he said.  "Since were being so honest, I'm really surprised you let me do it at all.  Why didn't you just clobber me when I walked into the house?"

"The thought had crossed my mind,"  she mumbled.

"What was that, dear?"  he asked.

"I said I have a tough behind,"  she lied.

"No, you do not!  It's sexy and soft and all mine!" He gave her a little pat.  "Let's go into the bedroom now,"  he suggested with a wink.  "We're starting a second honeymoon right now."

She giggled and lead the way.

Slap!

"WALTER!"

Meanwhile, 2 blocks over:

Baby was making frosting.  Not just any frosting, but her superduper chocolate fudge, cook it until it almost boils and pour it over the cake while it's nice and hot so it seeps in, frosting.  Maybe she'd add pecans.  Keeping a close watch on the heat, she kept up a constant stir.  Her Honey would be home any minute and she wanted it all finished by then.  The two cakes were ready and waiting.  One cake was for Mr. Petersons retirement party.  Eleanor had asked her to prepare it especially for the occasion. The other cake was staying here.  They could indulge themselves to tummy aches all weekend long. 

She knew her husband was feeling guilty about Walter's retirement.  He was the one asked to do the dirty work.  They were good friends and she hoped that their friendship hadn't been damaged.  She remembered the first time she met Walter.  She had come in from the Grocery Store and thought her husband was talking to himself.  She was amazed as she walked into the den and found them both laughing together.  She mentioned later to her husband that they sounded so much alike that it had been spooky.  He had just given her a kiss and playfully smacked her on her bottom.

The phone rang.  The frosting was almost at that perfect stage so she couldn't let it go.  She listened carefully while the machine picked it up in case it was an emergency.

"Little Girl, the first thing I expect to see when I walk in the front door is you, bare-bottomed, ready and waiting for your spanking.  I'm leaving the office right now."

Part 2


She looked down at the frosting and saw it was ready. Carefully removing the pan from the heat she set it aside.  If she burned herself she was in serious trouble.  She finished frosting the cakes, adding nuts to one of them, and placed them both in the fridge. Then she sighed.

It wasn't as if it was unexpected, she thought climbing the stairs.  Ever since she crashed through the sliding glass door last year at their own summer party, he'd been very faithful about making sure her sore tush was uppermost in her mind at any party.  He called it preventative.  She hated that word. Entering their bedroom she took her clothes off and put on her "outfit".  A cropped t-shirt that rested just underneath her breasts and her matching blue panties.  Both were always to be kept clean and placed on a hook next to her Spoonpaddle.  She hated that thing, too.  It had 5 beveled holes in it that caused blisters and it had taken her an entire week for them to heal.   He'd only used that instrument once and had told her he hoped to never have to use it again.  He had also ordered her to keep it dusted!

Brushing her hair, she pulled it up in a ponytail high she opened up his bedside drawer and took out the small plastic brush and headed back downstairs.  With a fluttery feeling in her tummy, she entered the family room, lowered her panties and placed her nose in the corner.  Her toes dug into the carpet.  She wasn't allowed her little corner dance anymore and wondered when he would begin curbing the toe action. Probably soon.  She heard his key in the front door.

He walked into the house and immediately saw her. Their life certainly had gotten interesting over the past year, he thought.  Dropping the gym bag onto the floor, he used his foot to scoot it underneath the entry table.  Not having had time this afternoon for his workout, the bag would be ready to go in the morning.  He took off his suit jacket; absentmindedly placed it on a chair and adjusted his erection as he made his way to his wife.  It was time for a little mind control.

She took a deep breath has she felt him come up behind her.  Just thinking about him could make her knees weak, but having him this close to her was always overwhelming.  He placed his hands on her bare tummy and pulled her body tightly against him. 

"How's my Baby?"  He asked nuzzling her neck.

"Ummm,"  She said, trying to move her head away from the torment but only ended up moving with it.  How was she supposed to answer that when her entire body was on edge! 

"Fine," she finally squeaked.

He chuckled knowing she was half way there already. Just a few more pushes and she wouldn't know her name.

"You know what has to happen here, don't you Sweetheart."  He whispered in her ear as he slowly trailed his hands up under her shirt.

She whimpered a little.

"Shhh. Arms up, Baby," he ordered. 

As she complied, his palms grazed her hard nipples, continuing upwards as he divested her of her top.  She hadn't lowered her arms because she hadn't been told to.

She felt him grab her wrists and place her outstretched hands up against the wall. 

"Keep them there and don't drop the brush." He told her as he glided his hands down her arms and along her sides.  She was shivering and breathing heavily by the time he reached her hips.  Trailing his tongue along her spine he dropped to one knee behind her.

"Spread your legs a little, Sweetheart,"  he said, pulling her panties up and giving her left cheek a smart bite through the silk. 

"Oh!" She jumped, spread her legs and pushed back against his mouth.

He could smell her arousal from his position.  Gliding his hands farther down to her thighs, he curled them inward. 

"Wider, please."  He helped her by pulling her inner thighs open with his hands. 

Ohgod, she thought, feeling his fingers lightly trace the crease between her legs.  She was already swollen and wet.  He traced her vulva through her panties back and forth.  Back and forth while her body shook.  Then reached up to tickle her clitoris.

"Please,"  she gasped, pumping her hips against his fingers.

"No, no Baby,"  he laughed, bring his hands to her bottom and slipping them under her panties.  "You know that's for later."

She felt him begin to pull her cheeks open and she tensed. 

"Relax,"  he cooed as he worked her gently.  "Lean forward and rest your head against the wall."

She all but slumped, almost banging her head. 

"Be careful,"  he warned her.  "It's your bottom I want throbbing tonight, not your head."

Pulling one hand out from her panties, he used it to tug her cheek open as the other hand worked the material into the divide.  He did the same with the other side and then tugged her panties up tight.  He could hear her heavy breathing as she struggled to keep still.  Reaching forward, he gave each perfectly exposed cheek a kiss and then he stood.

Slipping his hands around her, he cupped her breasts in his hands. 

"You know I love you, don't you Sweetheart?"  he asked, tugging on her nipples.

"Yyyes,"  she replied.  Even after a year her mind was still conflicted about allowing him to have such complete control.  She craved and dreaded what came next.

"You stay just like that, baby,"  he ordered her. "Don't move."

He backed away from her, turned and picked up his jacket.  She could have been killed last year when she crashed through that door, all because she hadn't paid attention to what was happening around her.  He wasn't about to ever let that happen again.  He headed up the stairs to change clothes and put his head into the right frame of mind for what he had to do. 

Part 3

Slipping his hands around her, he cupped her breasts in his hands. 

"You know I love you, don't you Sweetheart?"  he asked, tugging on her nipples.

"Yyyes,"  she replied.  Even after a year her mind was still conflicted about allowing him to have such complete control.  She craved and dreaded what came next.

"You stay just like that, baby,"  he ordered her. "Don't you move."

He backed away from her, turned and picked up his jacket.  She could have been killed last year when she crashed through that door, all because she hadn't paid attention to what was happening around her.  He wasn't about to ever let that happen again.  He headed up the stairs to change clothes and put his head into the right frame of mind for what he had to do.

She stood there shaking in her aroused state.  Her panties were pulled up tight between her cheeks and her arms above her head were getting tired.  Her nose was pressed into the corner and the brush was still clenched tightly in her fist.  How long ago had he left the room?  5 minutes?  20?  She had no way of judging the time. 

"Come over here to me, baby,"  she heard.  When had he come back into the room?

She gulped, lowered her arms and turned around.  He was sitting on the couch in a pair of soft, faded blue jeans.  He had left the top button undone.  She thought that was so sexy.  His chest was bare and so were his feet.  He must have taken a shower, because his hair was still damp.  He looked so damn good that she shivered.  Taking a breath, she walked towards him.

His eyes stayed locked with hers, willing her to keep moving forward.  He knew that this was the hardest part, submitting to his authority when all she really wanted to do was to run in the other direction. Reaching his side, he held out his hand for the hairbrush.  She unclenched her fist and handed it over to him.

"That's a good girl, Sweetheart,"  he praised. Without taking his eyes from hers, he set the brush down next to him. 

"What's your safeword?"  he asked gently.  He didn't always ask this, but every couple of months he needed to hear her say it.  He needed to know that she remembered it and he needed her to remember that at any given time she had the option of using it.  It was up to him to keep her from ever saying it out loud during a spanking and she never had, except that very first time.

"Bluebells,"  she sighed, wringing her hands.  She didn't want to do this.  Turning her head she looked back at the kitchen door.

"You look at me, baby."  Reaching up, he turned her chin back towards him. 

"But,"  she began uncertainly.

"Shhh."  He placed his hand on the back of her waist and lowered her down, supporting her tummy with his other hand until it rested against his knees. 

"Oh." Her arms reached down to grab his ankle.

"That's my girl,"  he said adjusting her hips to his satisfaction.   Swinging his right leg over her lower thighs and wrapping his left arm around her middle, he pulled her tightly against him. 

"You will be extra careful tomorrow at the party, baby," he said, patting her bottom.  "I can't always be at your side, so you need to be aware of what's going on around you at all times."  More patting. "Can you do that, Sweetheart?"

"Yyess."  She moaned, she loved the pats.  Sometimes he sent her to sleep with loving pats.

"Let's see if we can help you to remember,"  he raised his hand.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. On the left cheek.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.  The right one.

"Ah. Um,"  she chanted.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

He alternated, keeping up a steady rhythm all over her bottom until it was a uniform light pink in color. 

Oh's and ah's puffed out of her lips continuously.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

His force began to steadily increase, as her protests got louder.

"Um, wait!"  she objected.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Ow. Stop!"  she called out.  Her bottom had started to sting a little.

He did.  Only to lower her panties.  Releasing her thighs, he slipped them off, adjusted her position, and then secured her again with his leg.

Looking down his gaze rested on her sex.  Ever since he'd had her over his knee that very first time, the view of her glistening folds had chased him far into the night.

"OOh." She felt his finger lightly trace her inner lips.  Pushing back against the pleasure, she tried to get him to enter her. 

"Is this what you want?"  She heard him chuckle as his finger glided easily into her vagina. 

"Yes, yes,"  she moaned as he slowly moved in and out. In and out, trailing the wetness to her clitoris.  He circled the distention in a teasing manner, never giving her the complete touch she needed, then brought it back to her vulva for light tracing again.

"Dddon't stop," she whimpered, grinding her hips down upon his knee.

"Time to finish this, Baby,"  he said, bringing his hand back to her bottom. 

"No!" 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He continued, ignoring her protests, until her bottom was an overall raspberry in color and she started to cry.

Reaching to his right he picked up the brush and gripped the handle in his fist. 

SMACK!

"STOP!"  She reached back with her hand to try and protect herself.  He grabbed her wrist and carried on.

SMACK! SMACK!

"NOO!"  She tried to kick her legs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Looking down at her face, he could see it was almost as bright a red as her bottom would be soon.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
He peppered her left sweet spot.

"Ppplease, stop!"  she sobbed as the burning increased to a throbbing level.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He peppered the right one.

"OW! NOoo!"  she begged.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was slumped submissively, crying loudly by the time he had finished.  Her bottom was on fire and almost glowed.  He placed his hand upon the soft mounds and she jumped a bit.

"Shhh."  Tenderly, he rubbed her until she caught her breath.  Picking her up, he rolled her over and gently held her in his lap. 

"You're such a Good Girl,"  he praised.  Reaching to the table he plucked a tissue out of the box and blotted her eyes dry and wiped her nose.

"You will be careful tomorrow, Sweetheart,"  he declared, taking her chin in his hand he forced her to look at him.

"Yyes, Ssir,"  she pouted as she wiggled, trying to keep her weight off her sore behind.

Leaning down he gave her sweet kisses all over her face until her sniffles finally subsided. Soon she was sighing and following his lips.  They met together in a smoldering kiss.  Lifting her up in his arms, he walked to the back of the couch. He doubted she even knew she was being moved.

"I love you so much, baby,"  he said lifting his mouth from hers and setting her down.  Turning her he draped her over its back on the thick cushion.  Her toes left the floor as he pushed her hips high to rest in the perfect position.  Her bottom radiated heat and it added a totally new sweet element to their lovemaking as he felt it tucked up closely to his groin after a hard spanking.

"Oh, Please, honey," she begged, grinding herself down on the cushion.

"Such a fuss over a little spanking, sweetheart,"  he laughed knowing she was on the edge of an orgasm. 

He trailed his fingers into her wetness with one hand as he unzipped his jeans with the other and dropped them quickly. Both of his hands gripped her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her rosebud in a way that embarrassed and excited her.

"Oh, no. Umm, please."  

He continued his massage of opening and closing, every once in a while touching
her lightly between her cheeks, until her confused arousal caused her to shudder.

"Baby, you are so wet for me."  He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he slid both of his hands up to cup her breasts.  He knew her entire body tingled when he did that.

"Ooh,"  she cooed, feeling his fingers grab her nipples and give them a hard pinch.  Her body was molding itself closely to him, sighing and rubbing in a sensuous manner.

"There's my little Kitten."  He teased, as he whisper naughty words, tugging and pulling on her hard nipples and teasing the sensitive entrance to her vagina with his raging erection.  He continued the sweet torture until she was in a frenzy.  He felt her body begin to shake, signaling him that she was building up to a powerful climax. 

"Ohgod," she cried out.  She always swore he could pleasure her with his voice alone.  Trying desperately to pull her ear away from his torment, she went over the top when he switched sides.

"Cum for me, Baby,"  he told her and he gripped her earlobe between his teeth.  He held her tight as she thrashed and loudly moaned.

Feeling her body give in, he plunged into her, causing her to climb even higher.  Moving in and out quickly, he matched the convulsions her tightly clamped vagina had on his cock.  One last hard push, and he held completely still inside of her, loving the feel of her hot bottom against him. With a gruff shout he allowed her contractions to milk him to painful pleasure.

He indulged himself for long minutes in the afterglow. Finally, he steadied himself and carefully pulled out of her.  Leaning down, he kissed each cheek lovingly. He had done a thorough job, but would have to give her a very nice warm up tomorrow before they left.  He knew from experience that it wouldn't take much to bring the sting back.

Part 4

The day of the Peterson's Retirement party had arrived. 

Slap! Slap!

"Ow! Stop!" 
 
Slap! Slap!

"Just a few more, Baby,"  he said aiming a bit lower on her right cheek.  "I see a spot here that doesn't quite match the rest."

Slap! Slap! 

"It's toasty!  It's toasty!"  she hollered.  Hanging over the back of the sofa, a feeling of Deja Vu rushed through her bottom.  Wasn't it just last night she was in this same position?

Slap! Slap!

"Why are we doing this, baby?"  ge asked, checking for any missed spots.

"SooIpayattention,"  her words rushed out.

Slap! Slap!

Dang!  She had hoped he would forget her warm up before they left.  She swore he had a mind like a steel trap!

Slap! Slap!

"Just a couple more, sweetheart,"  he said.

SLAP! SLAP!

"OWW!"

"That ought to do it,"  he said, shaking out his hand.  If her sweet behind stung even half as much as his hand, then she wouldn't be thinking about anything today other her hot bottom and doing her best to avoid any mishaps.

"Oooh,"  she huffed and pouted as she pushed herself back to stand beside him.  Her little sundress slipped back down to cover her now, she was very sure, cherry colored cheeks. 

"No Whirling Dervishes today, sweetheart,"  he said, tapping her nose with his finger.  "And no panties." He stopped her from reaching down to pick them up off the floor.

"Yes, Sir,"  she sighed as she reached back to rub herself.

"None of that either."  He grabbed her wrist and headed to the door, on the way he picked his keys up from the table.  He laughed as she did a little dance in his wake, trying to soothe the sting.

The cake was in the car all ready to go, along with a bottle of the best Brandy he could find.  Opening the passenger door, he gave her a quick SLAP as she got in.

"OUCH!"  She bit her lip to stop any smart comment from bursting from her mouth.  He would just march her back inside for some discipline, rather then the preventative spanking she had just had. 

"You've had an attitude all morning, little girl,"  he acknowledged.  "Just because you've kept your mouth shut, does not mean I don't know what you're thinking."

Swell.  Now he was a mind reader.  She carefully sat down on her sore tushy and buckled her seat belt. "Yes, Sir,"  she pouted.

"Give me a smile or we won't be going anywhere for a while."  He leaned in close to her face.  "You know every well I'll take you back in for a very serious discussion with your backside."

She couldn't help the blush that appeared to her cheeks and she smiled shyly at him.

"That's my baby,"  he said, giving her a sweet kiss.

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived. She carried the cake over to the dessert table and proudly sat it down. 

"Walter will love this, dear."  Eleanor hugged her in thanks.  "Chocolate is his favorite and he especially loves your recipe."

"Thank you, Mrs. Peterson,"  she replied laughing.  "I made 2 because I knew my husband would dig right into it and sure enough, he was already on his second piece by the time I came down to breakfast." 

"Men!"  Eleanor said.

"Yeah, Men!"  she answered, sneaking the back of her hand to her bottom in an attempt at a little rubbing action.

"Will you sit and chat with me for a bit?"  Eleanor asked her.  "I have a favor to ask of you."

Baby pulled out a chair and once again lowered herself carefully down on a seat.  She jumped a bit as her bottom hit the cushion.

"Are you all right, Dear?" Eleanor's concern showed in her eyes.

"Oh yes, I received quite a workout this morning is all."  she answered.  "What was it you wanted to talk about?  I will be glad to help if I can."

Across the lawn he approached Walter with the bottle of Brandy.  He was a little nervous about seeing his good friend.

"Hey there, Son,"  Walter smiled at him.  "Whatcha got there in your hand?"

"As if you didn't know,"  he laughed, relieved, and handed over his gift.

"This is a very good brand,"  Walter said looking at the bottle.  "I thank you kindly."

He nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"You know Son, somebody left a rather interesting message on our machine yesterday." 

"Did they Walt?"  A rare blush appeared on his face.

"They sure did,"  said Walter, looking across the lawn towards both of their wives.  "Your better half seems to be having a bit of trouble sitting today."

He didn't bother answering him.

"You know, it took me all evening to guess who left that message,"  Walter mumbled, giving him a look. "Of course I was busy with other "interesting" matters or I would have figured it out sooner."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Walt,"  he said, tongue in cheek.

"And I'm sure that you do get my meaning."  Walter steadily looked at him.  "Nevertheless, it appears I own you an apology for my attitude.  It wasn't your fault that it was you who had to give me the boot and I behaved badly." 

"Walter,"  he began.

"Oh hush Son, and let me finish," Walter interrupted. "Yes indeed.  The Misses and I had a very, umm, entertaining evening yesterday and we got to talking," he continued.  "We are going to be doing some traveling as of next week.  I'm sure that is what Eleanor is doing right now.  Talking with your wife about watching the house."

"We'd be happy to do that for you," he smiled, relieved that "things" appeared to work out all around.  "So, everything's fine then?"

"Well now, I never...kiss and tell...but why don't you go and ask my wife that question?"  Walter smiled at him. 

"Uh, no,"  he hedged. "I think I'll just take your word for it."

"Let's just say that I can't recall the last time my wife was fast asleep before 10 and leave it at that." Walter laughed and reached out to shake his friends hand.

He reached out and gladly accepted the peace offering, relieved once again that it had indeed all work out. "Say, Walt,"  he said scratching his chin.  "Does Eleanor know who left that message?"

"What's the matter, Son?"  Walter playfully slapped him on the shoulder.  "You gotta death wish or something?"

10 days later and half way across the world:

"Aloha Mr. and Mrs. Peterson.  I will be your server for breakfast.  Our special this morning is Eggs Benedict with Smoked Salmon, fresh fruit and a complimentary Mimosa for all our new arrivals."

"Well hell Son, bring me two."  Walter smiled as he turned to his wife.

"What will you be having, honey?"  he asked her.

She looked at him and rolled her eyes.  Finally she answered.

"I guess I'll have the same,"  she told the waiter. "But only one serving, please."

"Very good Ma'am.  Sir.  I'll bring your orders quickly."

"No, no,"  Walter told him, giving the waiter a look that meant business.  "You take your time."

The waiter looked at him funny, but nodded his head and left them alone.

"What was that all about, Dear?"  She squinted her eyes wondering what he was up to.

"Never you mind about that."  He patted her hand. "What's got you so fidgety today anyway?  You're wiggling about as if you've got a bee in your bloomers."

Eleanor looked about, seeing if anyone was within hearing distance.

"It's this new underwear, Walter,"  she confessed, blushing.  "They are silky and I keep slipping off the seat."

Walter let out a huge belly laugh that had heads turning and caused his wife to blush even brighter.

"See that little shop over there, sweetness."  He pointed.  "That pretty little window display has some mighty fine silky things staring at me.  Why don't you mosey on over there and see if they have any in your size."

"You think I should, dear?"  she whispered in glee.

"I sure do,"  he winked at her.  "You go on now and have a bit of fun.  I'll be right here waiting for you."

He watched his wife walking away and signaled the waiter passing by.

"Did you need something else, Sir?"  he inquired.

"My Boy, do you see the wife headed over to that frilly shop?"  Walter said.  "If you can bring me a glass of Prune Juice and I can drink it and give you back the glass before she returns, then you will have yourself a big old tip."

He watched the waiter run towards the kitchen. Glancing over at the shop, he could see his wife selecting something very naughty.  Yes indeed, things were looking up in his world.

The End

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