Two Weeks Later
A few days before Christmas, my husband and I escaped from my parents’ home and took a drive. Quite by coincidence, we ended up in Indy‘s quiet little residential neighborhood, pulled into her driveway, hopped out and rang the doorbell. Also quite by coincidence, she was baking a delicious sweet potato and mushroom casserole and pork loin for lunch, and there was enough for all three of us!
Afterward, we took the dogs for a walk and Indy pointed out some popular and memorable sites along the way. Chris duly took photos to prove that we really had been on the normal touristy visit to friends, including a quite memorable little statue of naked Adam and Eve staring at each other. Located along a wooded path, the rear view of Eve is first to come into view. Only after proceeding a little further along the path is one able to see that she is facing Adam, equally innocently bereft of clothing.
I’d include a photo, but that would be telling where we were now, wouldn’t it?
[All lightheartedness aside, Indy quite generously invited us to visit her home even as she was preparing for her own Christmas trip. She prepared a delicious meal for us, entertained us by taking us out in public to her vanilla world, and was amazingly hospitable, even though we arrived early and left later than we'd planned.]
Chris waited until after we’d had that bit of exercise to take advantage of being in a kinky lady’s house. I got to watch, which I rarely get to do these days. I enjoy seeing other women talk back to Chris – maybe it makes me feel more normal and less like a freak, or maybe it assures me that he’s not being overly pushy. Either way, I wasn’t particularly helpful to Indy. When Chris requested that I fetch a spatula from the toy bag in the next room, I returned with the spatula and something more painful.
He’s spanked me with that particular bathbrush (okay, one just like it that lives at our house) many times. I assumed Indy would survive, and she did indeed.
I barely made it through when it was my turn though. It was great to visit with her, and to watch her get spanked. I really liked it.
Indy was brave, even though she was expecting another spanking later that day. Me? I had to sit on that bottom for 2 hours after and it was all I could do not to complain about it. Complaining about it would have resulted in a side trip down a side road and another spanking, in all likelihood, and I was ready to not be sitting in the car anymore.
Of course, as soon as we got back to my parents, we headed straight to the hard wooden dining room chairs for dinner.
Bah humbug and all that.
Themocracy
I’m so glad you happened to pass by during your afternoon drive!
Seriously, it was great to see you both again, even if Chris has a strange affinity for wooden implements. I’m amused that you describe my OTK conversation with Chris as talking back and yours as complaining. I kind of remember them both as “oh, ow, oh, ow, oh, oh, ow” though I was probably a bit less demure in my commentary than you were. As I recall, the only thing I said that got me in trouble was to confess that I’d originally pictured him as some kind of bleach-blond surfer dude. That might have been the only thing I said that wasn’t impertinent, truth be told.
I was a very sore girl by the time both Nick and Linda had finished with me later that evening. I was also glad I had the ice pack in the freezer, as I had a 500+ mile drive the next morning. I was fine by then– I didn’t even have to turn off the seat heater!
I hope to see you both again soon!
Hugs,
Indy
*hugs Indy back*
I have a hard time talking back when I know he’s going to have another chance. lol.
s
Sounds absolutly HORRIBLE!
Lucky girl!
HUGS!
grace
Thanks! It was a Good day, in more ways than one.
Hugs,
s