Lighthouse - Part 1
by Katy
copyright©2001

Rob looked over at his wife sitting beside him, pouting as they drove away from the city. He frowned at what he saw. "Rebecca Ellen Townsend, you better drop that attitude right now. I don’t aim to have the rest of the week ruined because of it."

Becky crossed her arms and looked out the window ignoring Rob. He could talk all he wanted, she wasn’t going to speak to him until she was good and ready to. He knew she had been looking forward to this vacation and what does he do? Invites his old college buddy and wife to join them. Anne and John were nice, but the guys would be spending all their time reminiscing and fishing. It wasn’t the vacation she had planned.

"BECKY! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Rob was losing patience fast. She could be so stubborn and hot headed at times. "I want an answer Rebecca." Silence came from her side of the car.

There was a turnout ahead and Rob pulled over and stopped the car. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door and got out. Striding over to the passenger side he flung open the door, reached in and undid Becky’s seat belt. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car.

"Rob, what are you doing?" Becky found herself face to face with her husband. His hands were holding her firmly in place, forcing her to look him in the face.

"You have a choice. Either you get over this now, and I mean RIGHT NOW, or I will put you over the hood of the car and help you get over it. Which way do you want to go?" Rob’s blue eyes had turned a steely blue.

Becky knew he meant business. "Rob, it just isn’t fair! I don’t want to spend my vacation with Anne, I wanted to spend it with you!"

Rob pulled her over to a nearby bench and sat down pulling her onto his lap. "I told you Becky, that I will spend time with you. But I also plan on fishing with John. You and Anne always get along. When we fish you can spend the day shopping or doing whatever you want. There will be plenty of time to do things together. Do you want to start the vacation with a sore bottom?"

Tears were pooling in Becky’s eyes. "No, I don’t want a spanking. But I wanted you."

Sighing in exasperation Rob hugged her to him. "Rebecca Ellen, you have me. One day fishing isn’t going to spoil the vacation. This is silly and I don’t want to hear anymore about it."

Rob let her think for a minute. "Okay? Are you ready to be my sweet little Becky? Or do I have to help bring the sweetness back?"

Becky wiped her eyes and looked at Rob. "Okay, I’ll try. But I get to buy whatever I want when you fish. Deal?"

"Within reason, and you know what that is." Rob laughed. Becky was always one to try and get around her shopping restrictions.

"Come on, we better get going if we want to get there for lunch. Then we will have most of the afternoon together to get settled in. They won’t be there until almost dinner time." Rob pulled her up and linking arms headed back to the car.

The rest of the trip was peaceful. In less than an hour they could see the ocean ahead. Oregon’s coast was beautiful. Becky never tired of it. They had been in Oregon since they married a year before. Rob’s family built a home at the beach when he was a child. He had inherited it from them several years before. His father had been a successful investment manager. It was his wish that Rob would follow him in business, but Rob wanted to be a lawyer. His father accepted it, secretly hoping that someday he would still join him. Unfortunately a crash in his plane killed him and Rob’s mother before that ever came to pass.

Becky had a degree in Interior Decorating and worked for a consulting firm, specializing in designing working environments to encourage creativity and productivity. Beck had been assigned to work on the Townsend account when the Senior Townsend died. It was there she met Rob.

It was lunchtime when they finished unpacking and putting things away. "Rob, do you want lunch here, or do you want to go into town? I could make something and we could eat on the deck if you want?"

Rob put his arms around Becky’s small waist. At 6 feet he towered over her petite 5 foot 3 inch frame. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a braid. He loved undoing it and started to do so now. "How about we stay here? It’s a lot more private." Rob had her hair undone and was nibbling at the back of her neck.

Rebecca felt shivers go up and down her spine. She loved it when Rob did that. "I think it is something more than lunch you want." She turned around and slowly pulled her t-shirt off, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

Rob smiled and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her deeply he picked her up and headed to the bedroom. An hour later while Rob was showering; Becky made a crab salad and toasted some garlic bread. She set the table on the deck and smiled happily as she looked out at the ocean; it was a beautiful day. Maybe the vacation would be okay after all; it had started off great.

The shower had stopped and Beck put the salad and some chilled beer on the table. When Rob came out on the deck she was humming happily as she watched the beach.

"Now that’s what I like to hear. Happy noises." Rob grabbed her and kissed her passionately once more.

"Careful big boy, or you won’t get lunch." Becky swatted him playfully.

While they were eating lunch Beck started reminiscing with him. "Do you remember when we first met? I never imagined I would be sitting here having lunch with you as an old married couple."

"No, we did get off to a rocky start. It just took time for me to straighten you out that’s all. I was attracted from the start." Rob ducked as a piece of bread came flying across the table at him.

Rob jumped up and grabbed Becky and sat back down and pulled her across his lap. Quickly pulling shorts and panties down, he held her tight and laughed as she squirmed. "So throwing things at me are you? I think that’s what got you in this position the first time wasn’t it?" Rob swatted her hard on each cheek a few times.

"Rob! People will see." Becky tried to get up.

"Then they will see a husband correcting his bratty wife." Rob smacked her a few more times. "If I remember right you tried to throw me out of the office the first time we met. Said you were waiting for Mr. Townsend Jr., and I was intruding. I guess you didn’t like the jeans and torn sweatshirt look."

"No, I couldn’t believe you were your father’s son. He always dressed so businesslike and professional. I figured you would be the same way. You really made me mad when you fired me though." Becky tried once again to get up. "Rob, I’m hungry."

Her appeal was answered with a few more hard smacks, and then Rob let her up. "Now no more throwing food!" He kissed her and sat back in his chair.

"You were the biggest brat I had ever met, and I thought I had met them all. Not only did you try and throw me out, you were sarcastic and nasty. Every time I suggested something, you said no, it was stupid. So, I called your boss and asked you be replaced. You were cute when you apologized and begged to be allowed to stay on the job. That was when I decided you did have potential. Actually, I think I was already in love with you." Rob smiled remembering those early days.

"Yes, and I think, I was too. But you sure didn’t know a thing about decorating. Things were going fine until you decided to change all the plans after they were put out for bid, then told me you weren’t keeping the business anyway. I was furious with you, all that work and it would never come to be. That’s why I threw the plans at you."

"Yes, and shouted some pretty nasty things too, I recall. But after you were over my knee with your nice business skirt about your neck and your bottom bared, you sang a whole different tune. Well at least my ruler on your butt did."

Becky blushed at the memory of it. "Yes, and then you held and kissed me. I was finished then. I had wanted some man to take control all my life."

"Remember that, when you think about misbehaving." Rob loved to see her blush. "Ready for a walk on the beach?"

Becky took the plates and leftovers in and put them away. She was back in a few minutes. "Let’s go."

Since it was Sunday afternoon, the crowd was thick on the beach. Everyone took advantage of sunny warm weekends. Hand in hand they walked toward Haystack Rock. It was one of the most notable landmarks there. The tide was out and people were walking out to the rock and playing in the tide pools. Rob waded out and brought Becky back a small crab. "Here you are Becky, something to remind you of this morning."

Beck laughed and put it back in the water. "I’m not crabby anymore. You took care of it, remember?"

They sat on a rock to rest and Becky looked out at the lighthouse out in the ocean. "You know I think that is a real mysterious looking place. I would love to see it. See what it looks like inside."

"It’s been closed for years now. They used it when I was a little boy. I can remember the light shining in my window sometimes at night. But there were some people hurt and someone killed trying to explore it, so they closed it down. It is government property and off limits to people." Rob didn’t like the look on Becky’s face.

"How did people get there? It’s so far out?" Becky was strangely taken with the building.

"Rebecca, you can’t go there. Get it through your head right now. You are not allowed there, period. Come on, we better get back. Anne and John could be here anytime now."

Rob took her hand and they strolled back toward the house.

Becky didn’t say anything, but she was still thinking of the lighthouse. Maybe there would be a way to just get out there in a boat and just drive around it. See it up closer.

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