Some of my writings are NSFW. Fair warning. I write about my life, my love and the things that interest me. Please feel free to comment, ask questions or simply agree or disagree with my points of view. They are welcome. Thank you for reading.
Thanks Miss D, Suculent Savage and Nora from http://www.ourmarriageanddomesticdiscipline.wordpress.com. This is one of the most erotically detailed surveys I have taken in my life. But I had to represent. All of the entries I saw were submissives. My dudes and dominant dudettes, wtf? Where are you all?
Anyway, this is an exercise is baring one’s soul a little, but I can hack it. Here’s a little about me my friends.
1: When did you lose your virginity?
I was 17. It wasn’t a great experience. It was with a girl my mother despised. She saw her as a threat. She wore the black skimpy clothes, had colored hair, wore a lot of poorly applied eye makeup. Totally not my type. It was in the playground of my elementary school. Not ideal. But there it is.
2: Rough sex or soft sex? I really like both. It really depends on the mood and my wife’s mood.
3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes? Have you read my blog? 😊 Yes. Anal, medical, some light incest stuff in porn. That’s it mostly. But my biggest fetish is spanking. I fantasize about it constantly. But, my partner is very reserved. Very once and done, very missionary mindset. And that’s ok. I like to throw in some doggy, a cross once on a while, even a lazy dog if we are tired, which is a lot of the time.
4: The weirdest place you’ve had sex?
I am not a sex in strange places type. I am much happier in my king.
5: Favorite sex position? I like them all! But, I do like being on top…my wife’s nipple in my mouth, full penetration with my hands clutching her hair just going at it no holds barred. Grrrrr!!!
6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive? I am in control in the bedroom.
7: Have you ever had any one-night stands? Sure have! A few in high school and a few in college before I met my wife.
8: Sex on the bed, couch, or the floor?
I like the bed.
9: Have you ever had sex in a public place? Na, you can have it.
10: Have you ever been caught masturbating? Yup, all the time. My dog is a pervert and likes to watch.
11: What does your favorite underwear look like? I am a boxer guy.
12: How often do you have sex? I have sex with myself when ever I get a chance. My sexy life is dependent upon a lot of factors. Are we tired? Are we home? Do we have kids in the house? Mostly on the weekends.
13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? The older my gorgeous blonde wife and I get the more desirable she becomes and the balder and fatter I become. She has lost 65 lbs this year and is absolutely gorgeous. I don’t want anyone but her.
14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex? I love giving oral sex. She loves getting it. That’s about it. She can’t stand the taste of precum. So I get to give it.
15: The most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?
Well other than the usual stuff like passing gas or slight mess, there really isn’t anything that stands out in my mind.
16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex? Not really.
17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex? None, really.
18: Are you into dressing up for sex? Na, I have to be naked.
19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?
She and I bought a garden tub when we built the house. 😜
20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? My wife.
21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you? I had a chance in college but passed it up. Two or three women wanted me at the same time. I passed. Now I only want one.
22: Do you/would you use sex toys?
I have a few. I bought her a set of trainer anal plugs. Wish me luck.
23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture? Sure.
24: Would you have sex with your best friend? My wife is my best friend. Yes.
25: Is there anything you do after sex? I usually get us some water and get cleaned up.
26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? My wife and Spanking pictures, Spanking videos. Giving a spanking. I might like getting one but 🤷♂️ who knows? Spanking. Spanking. Spanking. Need I go on? I am a spanko 😊
27: Early morning sex or late night sex? Late night is where opportunity lives.
28: Favorite body part of the opposite sex?
I am a butt man.
29: Favorite body part of the same sex? When I was learning art in high school, I found male hands interesting. Just the mere strength. They are one of the best tools we have…I said one of the best tools, ladies. 🤣😂
When the Covid 19 epidemic is over, we need to celebrate a profession and honor of all teachers who have done their unprecedented best to make learning a positive experience for all the poor children. Teaches have historically been underappreciated and I think in the face of this pandemic, that statement never has been more true.
Rachel Nania, a reporter for WTOP in Washington wrote a article two years ago about how kids have a five to eight time greater chance of experiencing clinical depression as a result of the normal stresses they deal with on the daily. If she thought they were stressed then, what would she think now?
Think about how hard going to school was for some of us. Not only are they dealing with the normal pressures of social stigmas, making the grade but they are doing it under the constant threat of a pandemic. It’s a wonder these kids are learning anything. Those are the kids who are in class. We hand our children over to teachers under these conditions and expect, no demand our children perform under these conditions. There are some schools not even in session in some states. Yes, many people are doing their hardest work they have ever done. I know they are. I am one of them. But I had to shed some light. We are not back to business as usual. Social distancing is impossible. They are short staffed and some, covering classes they have never taught before for other teachers that are out due to Covid. It’s a mess. But, my kids at least are learning in the direct face of this mess we call a pandemic. Good on ya, people. Teachers Rock. You at least look like you are having a good time while doing this. I know its hard.
We need to party like it’s 1999 when all of this is over.
I have known you for years. In that time I have enjoyed every day, every experience and every time our souls collide. I feel guilty however, because I am also a little jealous.
Jealous of those firsts that were had and shared with someone else. Your first lots of things. Your first kiss, your first exhilaration doing something exciting, your first sexual experience, the first time you gave birth. These are things that didn’t involve me. And for that I am a little green eyed. His loss is my gain. But these are times that will never ever happen again in your lifetime.
So about that, there is nothing I can do. What can I do? We can make our own firsts. We had our first time together. Our first childbirth. Our first child lost. First home. Our first new car purchased. This was the first time graduating college. First home. First time ever meeting Mickey Mouse. First grandson.
So even though I wasn’t your first love, I believe I was your best love and I still am.
The task was to write a poem, a segment or a paragraph that was about love.
This is it. This is what he is resigned to. He is left to live a life of pining for a woman that he is married to and has loved for twenty two years. All the time she wants nothing to do with him. He has not forgotten his promise to Him. He promised to “Love” her. This is all his God asked him to do. He has done it every day of those twenty two years without fail. This the first thing on his mind when he wakes and the last thing that crosses his mind before he closes his eyes.
My wife and I have been married for twenty two years now. I married her and her three children and they called me Dad from the getgo. I had never had children and my wife almost did not marry me because of that. She felt it wasn’t fair to me to take up where another man left off.
I told her not to be silly and what hers was ours and that included the children and antsy children that followed. To be factual, three more followed the first three.
Most of my children are adults. Four are to be accurate and as adults, we have had grown up conversations about everything including sex.
None of them have owned up to actually catching my wife and I but I am sure most of them have. I never caught my own parents in the throes thank God, but it was probably a miracle in retrospect.
My question is to those who have a healthy sex life and for those especially that have a d/s lifestyle. I can not fathom how you guys can keep that a secret. I know.. it’s only a small part of your life as parents and adulting in general. I and my wife do not live a similar lifestyle and that dynamic does seems to me something you leave at the bedroom door.
I often think and ask myself, how do you guys not get caught? Hell, my lifestyle is as standard as you can get, and I have been caught, I think by at least half of them. The older ones deny, deny, deny but I know I and my wife have been caught.
Mia was sitting in her porch when the white Chevy Tahoe with “Truant Officer” written on the side pulled up her driveway. A man in a badge authoritatively exited the vehicle and casually swaggered toward her. He was older, maybe forty years old. He was not at all what she expected, minus the sunglasses. She immediately nicknamed this guy “Sunglasses” in her own mind. He definitely did not look like a runner type. “Ha” Mia had been through this procedure many times and is familiar with the laws of her state. The man pulled out a badge and displayed it to Mia clearly this man was a truant officer and was there for her.
Mr. Smith introduced himself. “Hello, Mia. Mia Malicent??” Mia looked up at him knowing she was caught yet again skipping school. She was an adult learner but the rules applied to all. She knew she could not skip school.
“Yes” said Mia. “Yes, Sir!” Mr. Smith demanded. “Yes, Sir.” Mia parroted. Mr. Smith set the tone of this meeting from the beginning. No sense in beating around the bush. “Marcus Smith, Truancy Officer for the Cumberland School District.” Smith said.
“Well, you fit the description.” Mr. Smith said. “How so?” inquired Mia. “Well, they said to come to this address. Look for a thin multi colored hair girl with blue jeans, chains and black boots.” Said Mr. Smith. He smiled and motioned with his hand as if to say “Well? You fit the bill.”
Mia motioned as well with both of her hands out to her sides as if to say, “That’s me.”
“Mia, according to my record, this is the thirteenth truancy you have committed this school year. You are familiar with the law concerning truancy, are you not Mia?” As Mr. Smith speaks, he is digging the copy of the law out of his equally aged leather brown document folder. He handed the copy to Mia. Mia is visibly shaken as she knows after the fifth truancy, corporal punishment, suspension and expulsion are all on the table.
“Mia, you are almost done. Had you just attended and kept up with your grades, you may have been done by now.“ Mr. Smith said. He had seen this a hundred times and it always failed to escape him the thought processes of these kids that skip school. “Alright young lady, stand up, let’s go.” Mr. Smith said.
Mr. Smith could have cuffed Mia but chose not to as she didn’t seem the threat to him. He knew her pretty well by now.
When they arrived to the school. A very old brown looking building with moss growing on the surface of it. Mia walked with Mr. Smith to the office. Mia knew the drill. She walked into the principle’s office and sat and waited for Mr. Martin to come in. Mr. Martin was a portly middle aged man. But he was a very straight arrow and followed the rules. He expected all the students and people that worked with him to do the same.
After a few minutes, “Mia Malicent! Hello! How are you young lady!” said the fat man.
Mia looked at him out of the corner of her eye with disgust written all over her face. She did not want to be there and she knew what was in store. She has dealt with Mr. Martin for years now. Mr. Martin liked her. He has always thought he could do something that would turn her around. He is still hopeful. He looked at her as he pulled her file and read through the ample documentation the district had on her.
“What are we going to do with you young lady?” He said again. Young lady, like that phrase makes him superior to her. She hated it. “Look, Mia, with summer school in play here, you probably can get the credits to graduate. We can teach you Math and English. What I continue to instill in you is a sense of discipline and duty to yourself and your teachers.
As the two spoke, Mr. Smith addressed Mr. Martin, “I will be taking off now, Mr. Martin.” Mr. Smith said. “Oh, can you hang out, there is one last thing I need you to do before you leave.” Mr. Martin said. And with that he opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a thick oak paddle and set it on his desk.
They both looked at Mia. She was half expecting this and rolled her eyes at the both of them. “Mia, we have to do something. This can not continue this way.” Mr. Martin pulled out a form and handed it to Mia. “I need you to read this and sign the bottom of it please.” Mr. Martin stood up and handed the legal looking document to Mia.
“I am not signing this. This is a release form to spank me.” Mia said. “I don’t agree with this at all and I will not just lay over your desk and let you do this to me. Not without a fight.” Mia exclaimed.
“Well, if that’s how you feel.” Mr. Martin opened his top drawer and pulled out a packet. “Expulsion!!??” Mia said with great resentment. She read the title of the folder. “Well Mia, I don’t want to but you leave me no choice here.” Said Mr. Martin. So there they sat on Mr Martin’s desk, side by side. One expels her from school, which she didn’t want to do, the other gives permission to spank her. “This is totally not fair.!!”
A voice from behind Mia says “Common, just get it over with.” Mia looked at Mr. Smith for at least a minute before resigning herself to her sentence. “OK.” Mia said.
“Alright, here’s how it’s gonna go, Miss Malicent.” Mr. Martin began. Putting his paddle in his hand, he explained thirty seats would be delivered to her rear end. She shook her head absolving herself of any lingering resistance she felt when she came in that office. “After that, a bare bottomed spanking would be given.” Mr Martin explained.
“Do you understand everything I just said to you Mia? As Mr. Martin said that, he handed a pen to Mia. She reluctantly took the pen and signed the document. “Common, let’s get this done. Mr. Martin picked up the paddle and asked Mia to stand up. He removed the chair and asked Mia to straddle the corner of his desk.
Mia looked at Mr. Martin. “Really?? Do you get off in this or what?” Mia determined. “Mia, it was a lesson I learned when I was in college learning education. A professor of mine said something that stuck with me all through my career.” “In Education, without discipline in the classroom, there is chaos.” “This quote stuck with me. I believe it.” Mr. Martin proclaimed.
Mia reluctantly walked up to the desk and firmly placed her hands on the principals oak desk. Mr. Martin stepped up behind her with the thick, long paddle he was known for around school. “Thirty” he said. Mia just nodded. And he commenced punishment. Thwack!
By the time Mia got to ten she had tears in her eyes. She was doing the spanking dance after each swat and was trying to avoid impact. “You are to stand still young lady!!” Mr. Martin corrected.
Thwack! By the time Kia got to twenty, her rear end was on fire. She had lost count but Mr. Martin said “twenty” out loud and got her on track.
Thwack!! When the thirtieth whack stuck home, Mia was in tears, balling her eyes out and she couldn’t stand anymore. Tiny cuts started to form on her black and blue behind where the skin had broken. Mia had received punishments before but none like this. And she still had an over the knee spanking coming. That was foremost on her mind. At least she wouldn’t have to stand for that.
Mr. Martin walked around the desk and placed that implement from hell back in his bottom drawer and came back around the desk. “Common Mia. Let’s get this over with.” Mr. Martin said. He took Mias arm and brought her around the back of the desk and sat down. He turned while sitting and facing Mia and took her panties down. He turned her around to peruse the damage done to her back side. “Alright, common.” Mia wiped the tears from her face and leaned over his lap. The hand spanking commenced.
Usually the hand spanking is the warmup. In this case, the hand spanking followed the paddling and was worse because of it. “Owww” Mia howled when the first impact landed.
Mr. Martin spoke as he spanked. “Now, are you going to play bookie anymore?
“Nooo.. “ Mia promised. “Are you going to get your grades up?” “Noo, I mean Yesss.. “ Mia promised. This went on for a while. This continued until Mr. Martin was sure Mia got the message.
Mr. Martin and Mia were done. He stood her up and looked at her. Mia wiped her eyes again. She had broke down in tears several times.
Mr. Martin rubbed Mia’s arms in apology without saying he was sorry. He gave her a hug and sent her on her way. Mia looked at Mr. Smith before leaving the inner office. She stopped, turned and said, “Thank you. “ to Mr. Smith and Mr. Martin. Martin just looked at Smith as Mia left.
Standard operating procedure would be to call a parent and take the child home. Only Mia was the adult here. When Mr. Smith went back out to his car, Mia was sitting in the passengers seat. She was ready to go home and get ready for tomorrow. She had learned her lesson. She was ready for school tomorrow. She wanted to graduate.
“Mmmm…Oh, God!! Wow, Baby. That was great, thank you so much.” Jake said. “You do that very well. Where did you learn to pleasure a man like you do?” Jake inquired.
“Experience is the best teacher, Sir.” said Asia. “True” said Jake as he pulled up his blue suit slacks. “ I do have to get to work.” Said Jake.
“Now, you have that movie you shot of us on your computer. Where is it going and what are you going to do with it?” Jake inquired.
“Personal use.” Asia smiled devilishly in response. “Well, Ok. Just delete it when you are done with it. I do not want my d all over the internet.” Jake retorted.
“No problem” said Asia.
Jake continued to get ready for work and in minutes he was dressed in his suit and on his way out the door. He is a fine looking man, Asia thought.
She finished her chores given to her by her Sir and had a little free time in the afternoon. Asia picked up her laptop again, checked social media and her thoughts wandered to her schoolwork. She had a paper due later today and she was nearly finished. She put the finishing touches on the paper, titled it and hit “send”.
Asia went back to make sure the file was delivered to Professor Martinson to find the file that contained her paper was still in her pending files. She went to the sent file and opened it. Asia was mortified to find she had just sent the video file containing this mornings bedtime antics with Jake. It was in the email she had just sent to her professor!!! “What am so going to do? I am done!! They will kick me out of school for this!!” All kind of terrible demoralizing events ran through Asia’s mind. She called professor Martinson immediately and got her voicemail.
“Professor??!!. Hi. This is Asia Williams. Please disregard the file I just sent you. I am sending a second file containing my paper. The first one does not contain my paper on Middle Eastern studies. Please delete the file and I will explain later. Thanks.”
“Oh My God!!!!” What is Jake going to say?” She couldn’t think about that right now. Right now, she had to deal with her Professor!! Martinson is pretty cool. He is an older guy. He could absolutely understand the circumstances. The professor won’t be angry, will he? I have to get out of here.
Asia arrived at the college shortly before ten o’clock. She almost ran up to the administration building and knocked on Professor Martinson’s door. “Knock, knock, knock” All Asia could think about was what her teacher would say. “ I mean, this can’t be the first time this has happened to him, right?” All kinds of thoughts were racing through her head right now.
A minute passed. No answer. As Asia started to turn to walk away, the elevator door dinged and the Professor walked her way. “Hello, Asia. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? This is a little unexpected.” Martinson said.
“Hello, Professor. It is about my paper due today. I finished it and sent it to you.” Asia said. As they talked, the professor keyed his lock and opened his office door. The entered and Asia found a couch and looked at it waiting for an invitation to sit. Martinson motioned for her to sit. It was a small office. Adorned in wood and leather furniture. What you might expect a college professors office to look like.
“Yes Sir” Asia began. “I did send you the paper.”
The professor looked a little perplexed as he opened the laptop computer he had on his desk. “ I have not had a chance to look at it young lady.” “I am not that gifted when it comes to time management.” Martinson quipped.
“I am looking at two files from you.” Martinson acknowledged.
“Yes, about that…”Asia began.
“The first file was not intended.” Asia explained.
The look on Martinson’s gray bearded face could not look any more confused. “What do you mean not intended?” Martinson inquired. This is not your paper?” Martinson said with his finger on the mousepad of his laptop. Before Asia could stop him, he clicked on the file.
The walls of his office were alive with the sexual sounds, moans and deep breaths taken by her lover. All Asia could do was bury her face in the palms of her hands in shame. Martinson was surprised to see Asia’s mouth sucking and slurping in her boyfriends engorged member.
At least the clip was only a few minutes of torturous embarrassment before she heard the sounds of her boyfriend’s arousal and the wet, fast sounds of Asia’s hand stroking her boyfriend’s manhood, edging her boyfriend closer and closer to orgasm… until she heard it. The love of her life cumming all over her mouth and hand. She relived the memory of this morning’s sexual experience with her man as she heard it coming from the speaker of her teacher’s laptop. It was torture, until it wasn’t.
Asia looked at her teacher’s face. He obviously knew the woman in the video was sitting before him in his office. What he didn’t know was why? “Why?” This is all he said.
Asia began by telling him how much she loved Jake and the frequency of their love life. “ I am so, so, sorry Professor.” “ I didn’t mean…” Asia was mortified beyond mortification, so much so she couldn’t even finish he sentence.
“So, am I to understand the first file was not intended for me and the second file is your paper?” Martinson inquired. “Yes!!! Oh my God, Yes!” Asia responded. Martinson was not going to open the second file until the motion was seconded by Asia.
“Well, I think we can keep this between us Asia. I see this as a simple mistake. Anyone could have made this in your similar circumstance. There are rules that govern advances made by students toward teachers, but I do not see this as such. Am I correct in that assumption, young lady?”
“Correct” Asia said, feeling the utter relief. This could have been very public and it seems Professor Martinson understood her predicament. “We will see you Tuesday, then?” Martinson asked. Martinson tried to act as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. We dared not stand and walk her to the door as the only thing hiding his erection was the wood desk her sat behind.
“Yes, Sir.” Asia responded and with that she picked up her purse she had sitting between her feet and with red face, she quickly exited the professors office. As the door closed, Asia backed against the wall and started to cry in relief. Tears ran down her face as she said out loud,”How am I going to tell Jake about this?”
Asia exited the building, wiped the tears from her face, got into her red Volkswagen Beetle and headed home.
Markus and I had been friends since the first grade. He and his family lived down the block from me in the same small town and his parents had a shop not unlike my Dad’s. Mr. Landis sold motorcycles and my dad had a Mom and pop dollar store. I spent a lot of time in Dads store and when I wasn’t there, I was at Marcus’ house.
When Marcus and I were juniors in high school, I was over at his house as usual. This time, Marcus’ dad was interviewing house keepers. We sat in the living room Marcus and I and made a game of it. We watched as the applicants came and went and we took odd as to which one of the lovely young ladies were to get the job. Eventually, the trail of women and one man ended and I looked at Marcus and said, “Ok, which one did he hire?” After a few minutes and a trip to Markus’ Dad’s office, he came back to me and a drum roll. “ Dad said Olivia will be back later for dinner so we can meet her.” Marcus said.
I told Marcus I would be back. I had to see who Olivia was. So I went home for an early dinner and I let Mom know so was going out with Marcus. We actually weren’t going out. We were staying in. As we were in the living room, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Landis ushered in a young lady to the living room so we could meet her. She was a recent college graduate from a local college and wanted a job taking care of children. When she said that I looked a Marcus and smiled as her was the only “child” in the house and he was seventeen years old.
Mr. Landis piped up and explained as he said in her interview, there would be less child care and more home care helping Mr. and Mrs. Landis with the day to day operations of the home. “Olivia, Mr. Landis interupted before Olivia could add anything. He said” Olivia, I asked you a question to which you responded rather oddly. I asked what you would do to help maintain the continuity and structure in the home.” Mr. Landis continued. Mr. Landis was still in his gray suit and looked very interested in Olivia’s answer. Marcus highly uninterested in the goings on as he was on his phone the whole time his family was speaking with Olivia. I on the other hand was intrigued by Olivia very interested in the happenings as my family has never had a nanny or housekeeper.
“Olivia, what should happen to people in the house that do not follow the rules?” John said, Marcus’s Dad.
Are we talking about punishment Mr. Landis?” Olivia inquired. “Yes, you see in this house, there has always been a set of rules that Marcus and Jennifer abide by.” John said. Marcus heard his name and popped his head up. He smiles realizing everyone was now looking at him. “Butthead!!”I thought. “If Marcus breaks the rules, such as curfew, he sits in this house until such time I deem he has learned his lesson.” John continued. Marcus is oblivious to what goes on in his house even though he lives in it. Marcus hasn’t been disciplined in this house in a very long time. John hasn’t spanked him in years and hasn’t had to ground him as Marcus is an incurable rule follower.
“Likewise, Jennifer, Marcus’s mother, has a set of rules that she follows. She knows what she has to do and if she fails to follow the rules, consequences follow.” “Jennifer??” John motioned for Jennifer to stand and turn. Jennifer looked at me knowing I was not privy to the inner happenings of the house but John must consider me just another person that lives there since I have been around so much. He has told me as such.
Jennifer stood, turned and dropped her pants right there in the living room in front of Marcus, me and Olivia. Olivia and I were flabbergasted to see Jennifer’s obviously recently whipped posterior. The angry red lines and reddish pink hues indicated a cane or whip was used on her minutes before Olivia arrived.
I looked at Olivia and at Marcus. I was surprised when Marcus had no reaction at all. Why wasn’t he as surprised as Olivia and me? Was it because he has seen this before? Am I learning something new about my friend? Was this done to my chum of chums in his past? There was no reaction from him and I wanted to leave but I knew I could not, so I just sat there, stunned.
I was jolted out of my stunned state to find everyone in the room looking at me and John waiting for a response to a questionI had not heard him ask. “ I am sorry, can you repeat that Mr. Landis?” I asked him. “ I said, I realize this may be a side of my wife you have never seen before. Is everything alright?” John asked. “Oh ya, Mr. Landis, everything is cool.” I answered.
Mr. Landis standing now in the center of the living room turning his attentions now toward Olivia. “Olivia, the rules of the house for you will be
Arrive to work on time everyday.
Help everyone get off to school and to work.
A list of cleaning chores will be left daily.
Complete all chores by the time I arrive home.
Have dinner ready and cleaned up before you leave.
Have the house neat and tidy daily before you leave.
Assist Jennifer and Marcus daily with their needs.
Crimes of behavior
“Does this sound like tasks you think you can accomplish?” John inquired.
“Oh, yes Mr. Landis. These are tasks I have experience completing and feel I could do this.” Olivia said.
“Good”. Mr. Landis said while smiling and shaking his head. “This is the contract we will be providing. This is written documentation reiterating what I just stated.” Mr. Landis said.
Olivia took the form and sat treading the agreement. Mr. Landis sat by knowing there would be questions.
“Ummm.. Mr. Landis, section one says that I agree to do the work. Agreed. Olivia said. She signed section one.
“Section two speaks about the compensation for the job. She was going to be making a little less than sixty dollars an hour when it was all broken down. “That is a generous offer Mr. Landis, thank you.” Olivia said. She nearly lost it knowing she would be walking away with a little over seven hundred a day for this job. Olivia nearly lost her shit over that point. Woo hoo!! This was all going on in her head. Mr. Landis was just sitting back and waiting.. waiting for the inevitable pushback on the last subsection.
Section three discusses punishment for failing to complete given tasks. She would be paid before the work was completed every week and for this reason, Mr. Landis felt it necessary to add some sort of punishment for not getting the work completed. Some punishment was non physical like lines but others included caning, paddling and strapping.
“I’m not sure I am comfortable with this line Mr. Landis.” Olivia said. “It says you reserve the right to beat me if I don’t get assigned tasks completed. My Mom has never laid a hand on me in anger or frustration.” Olivia continued. “I just don’t know.” Olivia said.
“Olivia, you have seen my wife. This was her punishment for not completing tasks assigned to her. She chose to spend her time on the phone with her sister rather than getting her chores done today.” Mr. Landis explained. “In every house there is a head. And while I do not enjoy giving punishment to those that fail to meet their obligations, if there is no order, there is chaos. Right?” John said.
“I suppose you are right.” Olivia said.
“Can I ask a question Mr. Landis?” Olivia paused.
“Have you ever had to do that to Marcus?” Olivia was slightly aroused knowing the probability was high he did. Marcus popped his head up again and looked at Olivia.
“Yes, I have. It has been a long time but when Marcus was a teen, he has met a cane or two. Why do you ask?” John inquired.
“ Oh just curious.” Olivia said. Just thinking about Marcus bent over a chair and his dad spanking his ass with a cane made her wet and she didn’t know why. She barely knew him.
Olivia , gracefully and ever so slowly, picked up the pen and signed.
My wife of two weeks needed to see a doctor about some persistent intestinal discomfort. So I made an appointment and took her. She did not have a doctor in the area so I suggested she see Dr. Meredith Lu, our family physician. She asked I go with her since my wife had never been to see her before.
We arrived on time and signed in.
Melissas name was called and she got up to go. She took three steps, stopped and turned around. She made a “common” motion with her hand and mouthed the word. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t know this lady, you do. I want you with me.” she said. “OK, if that’s what you want.” I responded. We followed the nurse to the examination room, she hopped up on the table and I sat in the chair in front of her. The nurse asked her to undress and put on a gown. Which she did.
Dr Lu came in. After greetings, pleasant small talk and introductions to me and my new wife, she turned her attentions to Melissa. She did a full exam. She asked all kinds of questions about diet, habits, time spent outdoors, everything.
“How are your bowel habits Mrs. Martin?” Melissa became embarrassed. She looked right at me and then to the doctor.”Fine” she said sheepishly. “Would you like Mr. Martin to step outside while we complete the rest of your examination?” Lu asked in respect to my wife. “No, I don’t mind.” Melissa said. Lu grabbed a stethoscope and listened to her stomach. She began palpitating her abdomen. Going all of the regions. Feeling very carefully. I always liked how Dr. Lu took special care and time she probably didn’t have and dedicated it to you. In this case I thought it a little excessive for a stomach ache but I suppose she was just being thorough with her. When she was done with the percussion and auscultation of the abdomen, she pulled out the obstetrical stirrups and gave Melissa another chance to let me tour the waiting room. Again she declined. “Doc, this man has seen every inch of me. We just got married.” Melissa exclaimed. Lu completed the very thorough pelvic exam and asked her to turn over onto her left side. Which now positioned her facing me. I couldn’t see what the doctor was doing but she was telling Melissa what she was doing before he did it. I could see her face. She was uncomfortable and embarrassed in front of me. The doctor obviously moving onto the rectal exam. I reached for her hand to reassure her. With my eyes I told her it would be alright. After Lu was done, she tapped Melissas ass and told her to get dressed while handing her a box of tissue to clean up a little.
“I suspect you have a mild stomach bug. Drink lots of fluids and stay by the house.” Lu said. I looked at Dr . Lu and thanked her for her time and expertise.
With that she got dressed and we left. I picked up some fluids on the way home. That was the last time she invited me into her exam. Which I am glad for. There needs to be some secrets in a marriage.
Happy New Year to all of my new friends here at WordPress. I hope all of your aspirations come to complete fruition and your resolutions are a success. I am very happy to have met new friends and I have many new things planned for Creations. God Bless.
Usual, casual conversation between us hovers around the business of the day, the needs to be addressed and eventually, comes around to the often interesting but sometimes intrusive subject of sex. We lead very busy lives and sometimes we just don’t get to it before collapsing into a subconscious state. Being married for twenty two years also does not help but she knows me by now…or so I thought she did before yesterday.
How did this subject never come up? It’s a common question you ask a perspective mate. A question you usually get out of the way the first week of your relationship. She didn’t know? I had never shared my complete sexual past beyond my last relationship? My wife got to know her pretty well the first year, another story for another time.
I guess not. She looked at me and with a look of surprise on her face and I told her all about it. In my head I was like “are we really doing this now?” Twenty three years in, and we are just now discussing my seemingly surprisingly shallow sexual past. She now knows the details of even the woman I slept with and didn’t have sex with. She and I sat in total disbelief. “Why had we not had this conversation before?” She asked.
But why not? I kept asking myself. Why had she never inquired? She trusted me. I never offered the details before now. That is all.
Well now she knows. She know all of the sorted details. I had to really think about a couple of them. I also tried not to seem to fond of memories from days past. Well, there she had it and all of the sorted details. Well, there are only a few sorted details. She now knows me better than she did last week. All new knowledge of your partner is a good thing. Even when it is not new.
For weeks, my wife and I have been talking about one overpriced Disney decoration that I sold in my store. It is overpriced and I felt we just did not need it in light of all of the other Christmas decorations I put up this year.
For $120.00 , we could buy a gift for the kids, take them to dinner, something else than pay both A home improvement store and Disney for their overpriced decoration. She asked, I denied.
Well, guess what appeared with the groceries this evening. We discussed it again. Now, I did go looking for it but did not buy it because I decided it was just too much. What shall we do about this? Hmmm..
While there are many challenges, sometimes as soon as they vacate the womb, and I am not talking about childbirth and the difficulties mommies go through. I am speaking of in some cases, heath difficulties that arise when children are infants. My last son went immediately from the delivery room to a neonatal intensive care unit unit. He spent weeks there working on his lung function.
All the time I was thankful my God got my son and my wife through the hard work of receiving him into the world safely.
Now he is a beautiful ten year old. He is on the spectrum for Autism and has issues with the food he eats. Everything grosses him out. His olfactory systems are working on overload all the time. Pizza and peanut butter seem to be the only foods he can eat. Other than that, he seems to be what you might consider a “normal” kid. He loves computers, video games and he loves to read. He is exceptionally bright and loves his school work.
I love him and I almost didn’t have the chance to realize the blessing I have in him. But raising him, for the most part, is a breeze. He’s a messy little thing. He is disorganized and leaves his stuff everywhere. I am constantly picking up after him and I am currently trying to help him to pick up after himself.
I had the benefit of raising his five brothers and sisters before he brought up the rear and arrived last. He is such a good and respectful child. He is so bright. He comes up with phrases that should not be coming out of the mouth of a small person. He carries on conversations many adults would have problems with. And he is so worldly. Things don’t phase him.
He loves to watch YouTube for the humor of many of the gamers. I have to monitor this and limit it. Many of those guys and girls are truly adults and I think they fail to realize just how young some of their audiences are. But, that’s what he likes. Most are benign, thank goodness.
My little buddy.
All photos in this post created by shannondodgephotography.
My Mom was waiting on the porch when Melissa and I returned with his car. “The gig is up.” She turned and looked ominously concerned for me knowing my mother and her attitudes toward discipline. I have told her about past horror stories. She took my hand as if to give me courage and strength for what surely was to come.
I knew I was in trouble when I looked at her. When she was upset with me, she would fold her arms across her chest and one eye brow would be up and the other eye squinted. For the longest time I thought that was an Irish Mom thing. I have come to learn it is a My Mom thing. It’s only been Mom and me. Dad died when I was three in an auto accident. So mom has been both parents almost my entire life.
I parked Mom’s car, went around the car to let Melissa out and we headed up the driveway hand in hand. We had been out almost all night. We ate and cruised the town most of the night before finding a quiet out of the way spot for some together time in the back seat of Mom’s car. We are old enough. I mean I just passed my eighteenth birthday and Melissa is a year older than me. But, Mom is a traditionalist when it comes to knowing right and wrong. Stealing her car was wrong. I know that. Looking at her tells me maybe she was up all night.
“Where you been, boy? I was worried. Are you two OK?” Mom asked as she wrapped an arm around both of us. “You know taking my car without asking is wrong, right?” She always had a way of stating what it is I did wrong before correcting me for it. Mom looked at Melissa and then back to me and said, “ Melissa’s Mom called. I had to tell her the both of you were gone. And that I didn’t know where you two were. Do you know how embarrassing that is for a mother to admit?” she said.
“Ya Mom. We are fine. Yes, I know it was wrong of me to take your car. And I am very sorry I disappointed you.” I said trying to get out of what ever was coming my way. I knew where this was all headed. Mom took a step back. “Well, you know what to do. Head up to your room and I will be up in a little bit. I will take Melissa home.” she said.
Before I could agree or disagree Melissa spoke up in opposition of being taken home. “No Mrs. Pearson.” Melissa knew I was going to get my hide tanned this morning and never had an upbringing like that. The worst she ever got was soap in her mouth for saying a bad word when she was ten. “I encouraged Sean to take the car last night so what ever you have planned for him, I deserve too.” Melissa said. Mom looked at her and considered what she said. She shrugged her shoulders a second later and pointed upstairs. “ Alright, upstairs to your room, the both of you. Sean, show Melissa what to do.” Mom said.
I headed upstairs to my room. All the way I was trying to discourage her from doing this. “Sweetie, I understand why you are doing this but this is more trouble than you want.”I implored. Melissa wouldn’t hear of it. She just kept saying “I love you.”
My room was always a sacred place for me. It was where I spent most of my time. I worked there, played and slept there and when in trouble, this where mom chose to whip me. I opened the door for Melissa. I instructed Melissa to take off her pants and panties, fold them and lay them on the bed. She looked at me twice because while we messed a round a little, I never saw Melissa naked from the waist down. She had great legs and the cutest little butt. A butt by the way that in a few minutes was bright red and marked with a switch. I did the same. I dropped my pants and underwear to the floor. I folded them and placed them neatly on the bottom of the bed. I told Melissa Mom would expect both of us to be leaning over the bed when she came in. We both leaned over the footboard when we heard Mom coming up the stairs. A look of fear came over Melissa. Remember, she wasn’t used to this type of discipline. I was though. I began to wonder if Melissa thought this was still a good idea. She could have accepted the ride home. At least then only her ear would have been full of my mother’s expectation for her and me.
I glanced behind me while bent over the footboard to see the door open and to hear my mother’s footsteps as she came into the room. I heard a whoosh of air as she swung the switch through the air. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” Mom said. She had a switch in hand and she leveled up behind me. “Five licks for each of you for taking my car.” I felt the stick touch my behind. Mom liked to warn me before she swung. WHoop T!! WHoopT! WHoopT!
“You know not to take my car. I would have given you the keys had you asked.” Mom said. “God bless your father isn’t here to see this.” She said. She would always bring him up when she herself was upset about disciplining me. “”What would have happened if you got into an accident, Sir??!!” Mom said. WHoopT!! This one connected with the part of butt that met my leg. It always seems to hurt just a little more there. I must have squinted because Melissa grabbed my hand again. I guess she was trying to give me strength. WHoopT!! “ Alright” mom said while rubbing my back. “All done” She said in the most comforting of voices.
I stayed where I was. I wanted to be there for Melissa. To look into her face as she took her punishment. I looked up and saw my mother position herself behind my girlfriend. I was slightly worried about how she would take this. “ Alright Missy, you asked for this.”
Mom brought the switch to Melissa butt and tapped in the center and took careful aim. She brought the switch high and WHoopT! Melissa grabbed my hand,clenched her eyes shut and yelped. She must have brought a hand back to protect herself. Mom caught the hand and brought it back underneath Melissa. “Keep those hands in place. I don’t want you going home with injuries to your hands.” Mom said.
WHoopT!! WHoopT! WHoopT!! Three in quick succession across her sit spots. I could see the pain well up from her bedding and resonate in her face as my face was inches from her. Melissa brought my hand to her lips. She was drawing strength from me to get through this ordeal. I saw tears come to the corners of her eyes but she was brave. Her butt must be on fire. Melissa took some deep hard breaths knowing two more were due.
Mom looked at her switch and bent it in half. Apparently she broke it over Melissa. “Monkey, give me your belt please.” Mom said. “Mom!!” Looking at Melissa knowing she heard my mother call me Monkee. She hasn’t called me that in a very long time. I stood up and undid the buckle of my belt. I looked at Melissas butt knowing what MY belt would do to her little butt. Mom looked at Melissas but and felt the skin where the welts rose.
“Mom”I said with pleading eyes. She knew what I meant. “ She has two more coming.” Mom said.
Melissa hid her face knowing what was to come. My belt crashed into her, WHAP!! WHAP!! I saw Melissas back heaving as she cried. Her hand went to her bottom to instinctively shield herself from Moms onslaught of painful licks and rubbed the sting away.
“Alright boy. Take your girlfriend and get her cleaned up.” Mom said meaning for me to get a washcloth and wash her face for her. Mom went into the bathroom for the salve I use after. Mom stroked her back. “Ssssshhhhhh. It’ll be alright.” Mom soothed Melissa. I thought that was nice of her. She handed me the salve to use on Melissa and me after we got cleaned up. Mom went downstairs to start breakfast for us. After Melissa came into the bathroom with me. I washed her face and I sat on the toilet so I could see. I looked at Melissa and kind of motioned to her to drop em. She turned and I applied the salve so she didn’t scar. I kissed Melissa lower back. I noticed how red her little booty had become. I’ve seen Mom do much worse on me in the past. But I was used to it. She was not.
After we cleaned up, I stood up and faced Melissa. She threw her arms around me and held me for a long time. We walked downstairs together for breakfast. Mom had thrown together a nice eggs and bacon breakfast. She must have really felt bad about Melissa. As we came into the kitchen, Mom grabbed both of our hands and said, “ I am sorry we had to do that today. Know I love you both very much. Rules will be followed in this house and you are welcome anytime. All is forgiven.” We all sat down, Melissa and me did so very gingerly. Mom prayed and we ate.
Santa? Santa?!! Are you ready? It is almost Christmas, Nicholas!
“Yes Mama, I know and you have been such a big help this Christmas and every Christmas keeping everyone on a schedule.” Santa recounted.
“I know elves are the reason we are ready every year as they make, package and load the toys into your sled every year. But, they are elves and elves are a mischievous bunch.” Mrs. Clause said.
“Ho, ho, ho, there are several instances that come to mind this year. Some examples are the glue in elf hair, the plastic over the potty seats and the time when they got you in the kitchen, Mama.” Santa laughed.
Mrs. Clause shook her finger at Santa and agreed. “Yes papa, I took care of the elf responsible for that one.” Cupcake is still the most mischievous of elves we have. So Mama, Santa said, I am sure you have it under control.”
Just then, Trixie, the head elf of logistics crashed into Mr. and Mrs. Clauses’ office..”Santa, Santa, as we were loading the sleigh, another elf let go of the birds of paradise. They flew through the air clouding my elf operator’s vision. He knocked over the bag that was in the back of the sleigh and there are toys all over the square!! Come quick!!”
Mr. and Mrs. Clause rushed down to the square where they had toys, games and dolls of all sizes and shapes scattered all over the square.
“Sparkles, get all of the elves down to the square where the accident happened and help get this mess cleaned up.” Santa ordered. There were elves everywhere. Ginger, Starlight and Nutmeg arrived first. They had seen the cause as Cupcake was seen leaving quickly as Santa’s sack was falling to the ground. “Ginger, grab Starlight and Nutmeg and bring Cupcake to me.” Said Mrs Clause. Those elves were part of the elf reactionary team. They helped Santa in the field if anything happened. They are equipped with sleep dust and rocket backpacks to get there quickly. Those three were sky borne in seconds and located the fugitive elf and brought her to Mrs. Clause at the Clause residence.
“It wasn’t my fault.” Cupcake had a standard excuse for everything but in all fairness, Mrs Clause had to listen to all elves and their side of things. “What do you have to say for yourself Cupcake.” “Your reputation for shenanigans speaks for itself.” Mrs Clause it just wasn’t my fault.” Well Cupcake, you were seen near Santa’s bag playing with the reindeer and it was said you thought it would be a good idea to play in and around the sleigh. “Well that is right, Mrs Clause.” Cupcake admitted. “ This put us behind schedule. “Trixie the elf tries to keep us on a tight schedule.” Another elf came up to Mrs Clause and whispered in her ear. “Cupcake!!” Why would you purposefully hijack the sleigh!! Cupcake knew the jig was up. She had been in the sleigh and tried to make the reindeer fly. She loved it when they flew but they only fly when the sleigh does. When she turned the sleigh on and moved it slightly, the bag fell over the the toys went everywhere.
Mrs Clause was judge and jury at the North Pole.
Mrs. Clause loved them all but would not put up with any shenanigans that impeded her husbands ability to make Christmas on schedule. It had been that way for centuries.
“Cupcake, prepare for punishment. Ten licks with a candy cane will suffice. Come here, bend over my desk, this instant, young lady!!”
PST! PST! PST! “Ow!!!”Howled Cupcake!!
Four more came in quick succession. Cupcake hadn’t been in this much trouble with Mrs. Clause since she glued all of the paper airplanes wings together. “Alright cupcake, three more and you can go back to the sleigh and help clean up. PST! Pst! PST!.
“Now Cupcake, I do not want you in my office anymore.” Mrs. Clause gave a big hug to the crying elf and held her a few minutes before she sent the elf on her way. “
“Thank you Mrs. Clause. You always know exactly what to do and say to keep me straight.”the elf said. And away she went to clean up the mess she helped make.
This is life in the North Pole. Santa keeps the schedule and all of the girls and boys of the world are visited. Mrs. Clause keeps everyone in line so that goal is achieved. And where is Cupcake now? She was last seen running through Christmas Town with an icing gun shooting icing at the other elves. Nothing much changes. Merry Christmas!!!
While speaking to fellow blogger today I realized something. Our parents are more than likely responsible for some of us even us being here. It was not uncommon to find Playboy Magazine mixed in with the other subscriptions that arrived on a monthly basis. Sex was not something that was a secret in my house during my formative years and even though there was no internet access then, I had a heathy dose of sex at my fingertips when I was a young lad.
My parents were not quite the prudes either. It was not uncommon to find them smooching in the parlor or kissing in the kitchen when Dear old Dad was home for the weekend. He worked out of town all week. So in my house growing up, Mom had a nice dinner cooking and Saturdays were Bugs Bunny and John Wayne on the tube for sure.
Was it really a complete western flick if Maureen O’Hara or some other actress was not over the lap of the 6’4” actor getting the spanking of her life? I think not. She had her hide tanned by him in more than one of his films. So thanks Dad. Thanks for instilling this in me. WordPress has provided more than just an outlet for my passion. It has provided a source of friendship in the other bloggers that use this an an outlet like me. You know who you are. There’s always room for another. Thanks a lot.
“ All residents are required to wear face coverings. This will protect others, yourself and curb the spread of COVID 23. Residents are required to use social distancing methods and minimize gatherings to no more than six people. Leaving the home at all should only be done to see your doctor other mandatory activities.” says the news anchor on the television.
“Cameron, what are we going to do?” Nora inquired? “We have to go to work. We have to make money.” Cameron looked at Nora with such an adoring smile.
“Don’t you worry, leave all of this to me. I will take care of you and I will keep us safe. Follow the governments guidelines and we should be fine.” Cameron was a lawyer. So face to face meeting were kind of necessary. However, Noras decorating business would seem to be on hold at least for the time being.
The reporter continued.. “All residents are to report to their local testing station for testing and temperature checks by tomorrow. Local officials will be following up with residents who have not had the vaccine and testing done. The testing is for contact tracing. It is the contact tracing that will enable the federal government to quarantine those who fall ill to this dreaded virus.”
“Wow. Our countrymen aren’t playing with this mess like some countries are.” Cameron observed. Cameron’s thoughts turned to dinner and the masks they needed for tomorrow. “Nora, my sweet. Be a dear and run down to the market for dinner?” “While there, can you also get us some masks?”
“I will get you a box but I don’t need them.” Nora exclaimed. “Nora, you will need masks. I am adding personal protection equipment, social distancing and any other advice the federal department of disease control have for us to your to do list. WHAP!! Cameron swatted Nora on principle. “Principle rule of all, stay healthy and do what ever it takes to remain that way.”
“I must take care of my health.” Nora said.
“Agreed.” Said Cameron. “Don’t be stubborn.”
Nora grabbed her purse and with a wink and a butt rub, Nora was glad to get out of the house a while. She exited the house and headed south toward the market. As she entered the market, she notice a throng of people vying for supplies including masks. Nora spied a box and grabbed one for Cameron and herself. She did everything she could to remain distant from other people. She grabbed a box of masks and the dinner essentials then got in line to checkout.
On Noras way back home, she noticed several peculiarities. There were military style Humvees running up and down Main Street. As she approached the building there were throngs of people in white coats, masks and gloves setting up testing sites. In addition, soldiers accompanied the medical personnel. It’s not everyday you see men with rifles patrolling our town. I had to check this out.
Nora felt the soldiers looking her way, as she was not wearing a mask and they were. She overheard just some of what they said but what they said made her butt clench. She put a little bit of a spring in her step. As she reached her doorstep, Nora pulled out her phone and called the only friend she had in the medical field, Mia. “She will get hers tomorrow.” the soldier said. Nora wasn’t sure what that meant but she didn’t like it one bit.
“Hello.” “Hi Mia? It’s Nora, Nora Franklin.”
“Oh, Hi Nora. How are you my friend? Are you at home? Mia inquired.
“Sure.” Mia already knew what Nora wanted to know about. Mia knew this was coming a week ago but could not say a word as a condition of her employment with the federal department of disease control.
“I am fine darling. I am home but I wanted to ask some questions of you.” “ I don’t want you to feel like this is an inquisition. But there are some things going on and I thought you might have insight.” Nora continued.
“You work for the state. What the hell is happening? I just walked down the street and I am seeing soldiers in the street.”
“Nora, honey, all I can tell is this comes from the top. They are taking the matter in hand. This is a public health emergency. People are going to die because of this virus.” Mia warned Nora. “Nora hon, I know you are all about civil liberties, but put that aside for now.” Mia continued. “Wear a mask, social distance for all of our sakes. Stay indoors, too Hun.” “ The military arm of this operation is not going to play nice. Please stay off the street.”
After dinner, I told Cameron I was going to get some air. “ Be sure you are back before ten o clock curfew.” He said. I told him i will be fine. With That, I took off. I hit the road and headed north toward the hospital. I am sure Mia was there now and I thought she might appreciate me taking her a late dinner.
I was no more than a mile from the house when a police officer waved me down. He had gloves on and a face shield but he still wanted ID. He asked not only for my state ID, but for my COVID ID as well. “COVID ID? What is that? “It certifies you have been tested and have had a negative test. Seeing you are not certified says I need to place you under temporary arrest, *looking at my ID* Miss Franklin.. “ place your hands behind your back.” The officer radioed for a cruiser. We both got in the back and we were at the hospital in mere minutes. Instead of the main building, they had retrofitted an adjacent building and turned it into a testing site.
I had seen the news this morning. I understand the testing. The swab they use is a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t live through. It kind of looks like they swab your brain matter through your nostril, but what ever. I was led to an exam room and left there. When the door opened, it was Mia, a soldier and another official looking guy in a black coat and hat. Mia piped up first. “Nora, I told you to stay indoors, did I not?” I looked guilty, guaranteed. Mia looked so worried for me. She probably thought I might have contracted the virus. “I guess you are going to have to spank me, again’” I said trying to make light of an uncomfortable situation.
The man in the black coat motioned to Mia to move things along. “Why is the army here?”I asked motioning to the soldier present. Mia said he was here to ensure the validity of the tests. “Tests?” Nora said. “How many tests are you conducting Mia?” “ It’s a swab in your nose. No biggie.” Nora exclaimed with confidence. “Right?”
Mia introduced Dr. Klaus Vagner and Lt. Mason by saying their names and motioning to each of them with her hand. Mia explained she had orders to allow them both while conducting examinations with all of her patients. Mia also began explaining the nature of the procedure.
“Nora, we need more than that. I am going to need you to undress fully and put on this gown. We are going to swab your throat and nose. After that we will extract cervical cells and intestinal cells. So yea, we are going to swab your mucous membranes. Get into the gown and we will be right back.” With that, Nora undressed, piled her folded clothes on the chair and a few minutes later Mia, Dr. Strange and GI joe all came back in.
Herr Klaus Vagner
This is what I envisioned Herr Klaus Vagner to look like.
“Mia, does Dr. Strange and GI Joe have to stand by while you go invasive on me? I don’t mind you, but I am naked.” Mister Vagner piped up and explained in the interest of accurate collection of specimens, he must be in the room when collected. “And GI Joe in the corner, here?” Nora protested. “Oh, pay no attention. He is here strictly for your security.” Vagner said in a very thick German accent. Nora thought it was crap, but what ever. She rolled her eyes at all of them and relented. “ What ever. Mia, let’s get this over with!” Said Nora.
Mia did a physical exam. Dr. Strange held four vials and four twelve inch long swabs. At the end of the exam, Mia swabbed Nora’s throat and her nose like she thought she was going to and placed those into the vials. Nora looked crossways at the remaining two swabs. Mia could sense Nora’s confusion about them. “Nora, I need cells from your cervix. Please lay back.” Mia said in the clinical and stern way she knew how. Mia was gentle when inserting the speculum and extracting the cells she needed. Nora was wondering, until that moment when Mia asked Nora to turn over, how exactly they were going to get intestinal cells.
Mia pulled the speculum out of Nora’s cunny and asked her to turn over and get on her knees while on the table. Mia squirted lube on Nora’s little rosebud. It definitely got Nora’s attention when she started pushing the colonoscope up into her little bum. “I have never had anything in there. ”Ow!!”Nora said. “Always an exit only kind of girl. ”Nora said this, trying to break the tension she felt. “Ow, Ow, Mia” “Sorry, Mia apologized. Mia put what felt like four fingers in there and the swab felt like it was so high, Nora thought Mia was going for her tonsils again.
After that ordeal was over, she was wiping herself off with a cloth Mia gave her. As she was wiping, Dr Strange stepped up to speak to Nora.
“ Nora Franklin. Daughter of General Martin Franklin. Self emplyed, twenty three of years old. “ Nora looked at him like “was he for real??”. She couldn’t believe the third degree over a mask. At least, that is what she thought this was about. “My name is Herr Klaus Vagner. I have been hired to “manage” those who do not want to follow the law here. I am employed by the Federal Department of Disease Control.
Nora just looked at him. Little of this had any relevance to her and she wondered where this was going. Mia spoke up. “Nora, they will paddle all those found without a mask. Immediately. On the street in some cases and…. in facilities like this in other cases.”
Nora claimed ignorance. “I did not know….
Before Nora could even finish, Mr. Vagner cut Nora off and said “Ignorance of the law is no defense, young lady.” The Governor in this state has signed an executive order mandating all residents to wear masks and those that do not are to be disciplined under the law immediately. There is not even language under the law providing for due process.”
It suddenly occurred to Nora that she should be concerned.
In came two more men. They stood Nora up, turned her around and handcuffed her. The three of them walked out of the room. This is where Mia left them. She looked back at Mia, standing outside of the exam room. Mia looked so sorry for Nora, then Mia looked away.
Mr. Vagner followed the soldiers who were man handling Nora. They led her into a nearby room where another table sat in the middle of the room. She recognized the table immediately as she had to witness a lethal injection being given to an inmate in her home town. It was during her jury duty. He was found guilty, they marched him into another room like this one and administered the drugs. He was dead in minutes. They sat Nora in the only chair in the room. Both soldiers bookended her. Nora started to cry. “I don’t want to die.” Nora sobbed. “And for what, for not wearing a mask?”
Mr. Vagner started to chuckle. “Young lady, no one is going to kill you this evening. Punishment for non compliance will be administered this evening but that will not include lethal injection, my dear. “ Mr. Tynes walked over to his briefcase in the exam room and pulled out a paddle. “ I will use this my dear.” It was a long paddle, oak, thick and had many holes.
“You are going to spank me?” Nora almost laughed out loud.
“Yes, my dear. As part of the Governors mandate all municipalities have agreed to this as a deterrent for not wearing a face covering. We all have to take responsibility for public health. Don’t you agree?” “Ok” This I can handle” Nora said.. “I thought.. “oh never mind what I thought.” “ Did you think we were going to put you to death my dear?” Vagner said this is the evilest way possible as he motioned towards the table. Nora decided not to answer that question.
With that the two soldiers pick Nora up off the chair and brought her to the table. They picked her up, placed her face down on the table and strapped her in. Mr. Vagner had a very devilish grin on his face. Nora thought he liked his job a little too much. Mr. Vagner said, “ Nora, you will receive ten licks.”
“Right then, Ten”. “Let justice be done!!” With that, WHAP WHAP WHAP….Nora heard it before she felt it. When the pain registered, it was a searing pain that went to the core of her body. It felt like her backside was on fire. Nora winced and squinted her eyes. She tried not to cry out but tears formed in her eyes and dripped to the floor. WHAP WHAP WHAP!! “Ah!! Ow!! Ow!! The pain was mounting and before Vagner began, Nora thought this was going to be like what Cameron subjected her to. She was wrong. This was much, much worse.
The last four licks were on her sit spots. They were fast and terribly hard. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “ There. Justice has been done.”“ Let her up.” he ordered. The two soldiers that strapped her down unstrapped her and brought her her clothes so she could get dressed as she had wiggled and writhed out of the gown she started this ordeal in. When Nora stood, she stepped gingerly and was able to make a phone call at long last.
“Cameron?” “Nora, where the hell are you? I just got a text from your friend Mia. She said you had been arrested? I am coming right now. Don’t move. I will be right there!!”
It wasn’t long before Cameron showed up at the front where two more soldiers were. “Nora, thank God!” Cameron wrapped his arms around Nora and just embraced her. Nora could feel the fear and worry Nora caused her darling husband. “ I am so sorry.” “I did t mean for this all to happen.” Nora whispered. Cameron asked, “Are you hurt, are you ok?” Nora rubbed her bottom gingerly and stated for the most part she was unharmed. Cameron got Nora home to her house where he drew a hot bath and got her a plate to eat as she had been gone for hours.
After Noras meal and during Nora’s hot bath, Cameron had heard from her what had transpired. Cameron thought of giving her his own punishment but thought twice as he had decided she had gotten her just desserts from the federal government and no further punishment was necessary. Cameron closed down the house, grabbed an ice pack for Nora and brought both she and himself to bed. Nora flicked on the teli. The news anchor was talking about the governors emergency orders. They were warning people to wear their mask but they weren’t reporting what would happen if you didn’t. Nora even thought to call the news anchor herself to tell them they didn’t have the whole story. “Another day”, Nora thought.. With that she closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable. Her bum was really sore. The ice pack was helping though. Cameron leaned over and kissed Nora good night.
Cameron, a newlywed husband to Nora was on his way back home from a business trip when his phone rang. His phone was connected to the blue tooth in his 2020 BMW. He hit the answer phone button on his steering wheel. He was expecting a phone call from Nora, as he playfully called her.
“Hello my Love”, Cameron said to her in the soft and melodic tone his voice normally carried. “Hi, how are you?” Nora said. While smalltalk was fine for the drive home, only fifteen minutes away or so, it was wierd. Nora normally forwent the mondane talk of the day and the events that happened.
Our conversations usually held substance. When there wasn’t anything of importance, we played. We played with a teen age intercoarse.
There was a fluid movement to it I enjoyed. We knew each other, really knew…each other. So when one of us was not up for the normal banter, one of us would start…
“I did a really bad thing today, Cameron.”
Her beginning the game focused my attention immediately as it always does. “Really?” “What did you do?” “Tell me, Nora.” And she would choose some normal event of the day and change it into a sorid line from a Jane Ausin novel.
This time it was something to do with not cleaning the bathroom well enough today. I told her to go back into the bathroom and clean it again from top to bottom. While creating the banter and the back and forth motion in our conversation, I came up with this. “And Nora, use your toothbrush to clean it with.” Total silence on the other end of the line. “Nora?Did you hear me?” A moment of silence and the Nora’s response came with a reluctance in her voice. “Yes Sir.” she said.
I quickly came back at her with, “Then, when I get home, I will inspect it and if it is not cleaned well enough, punishments will ensue.”
“Oh really?” she echoed. I knew she was playing with the words I said to her, which from her standpoint was a dangerous move. I pointed that out to her as I pointed out her attiude needed some serious reformation. She was still in the equal state of mind, not yet taking on the submissive perspective..until.
Knowing her the way I do and her past, all I have to do is talk to her like I was her father and she immediately takes the submissive pose in her mind. It is as if she falls to the floor on her knees with her head down and palms up in her head. She is immediately the submissive when I assume the fatherly role . She knows I like to do this and it is all part of the game. This time, I said she had better clean up the bathroom by the time I got home, or I am going to have to spank my “little girl?”
She became quite, subdued. She lost the bravado and attitude she had just seconds before. I almost regret it when I do it to her. It’s an immediate mental binding she can not get free from for hours and I can do just about anything I what during that time. It sounds like I take full advantage, but believe you me, she enjoys every minute of it. “No, Sir”. This came from her with speed and intense angst.
I pulled the car into the driveway and I could see a flurry of activity through the front bay window. I chuckled to myself and I pulled the car into the garage. I gathered my briefcase and lunchbox up and entered the house through the garage entrance. When I came through the house, “Honey?”
She didnt answer and I was intrigued. Our game was over. Surely she wasn’t still playing, or was she? When I walked to the back of the house where our bedroom and adjacent bathrooms were, I was suprised to see her on the floor in the actual submissive pose.
The bathroom was immaculate. I could have eaten off the floor. I din’t know what to say. She was seated on the floor, naked except for a collar beautifully seated around her neck. Nora had never done this before. I had always wished she would but never had the balls to ask her. We did not venture into the BDSM world as both of our schedules are a little hectic. I presumed she was still in the role, so I played along. I slowly traversed the master bath next to her and motioned to her to get up.
I put my hand down near my side, in front of her face and made the come hither motion with my hand. She was looking for permission, for approval and I had just given it to her.
I wake my son up every morning for school. It has been established long ago I would take care of getting my son ready for school while my wife readies herself for work. No problem. I am the Dad, I can do this. I Have bring her her morning coffee every morning and on occasion, even prepare her lunch for her, because I Have The Time.
I work until 9pm many nights during the week. This means I am not home many a night to make sure my son is ready for the preceding day. Brushing his teeth, getting a shower, getting his uniform ready for the next day, these are the activities he needs reminding to do. So, I address it with him. I also address it with my wife as she is home and she, Has The Time.
She not only resists my requests like an impudent child, but resents my reminding her or making the request of her at all. I understand this as she has a hard head and this requisition implies she is slacking off, when she is slacking off. I know she knows what needs to be done. The events of the evening are burned into the back of her eyelids. She taught me how to be a decent parent. She has taught me most everything I know about raising children.
I am not talking down to her, using an out of the ordinary tone, not yelling. I am simply stating the boy needs a shower, and is at an age where if he is not told to take a shower will go a week without taking one. I have addressed this with him again.
So what do I do? I am the head of my household and as such if I see the need to remind my wife to do something, I should be able to do so. She has no problem reminding me to do things that need to be done. DoIv get upset? No. I actually appreciate the teamwork, that I might add benefits the kids. The communication, also appreciated by me. There are households that would require the wife to implicitly take care of these tasks. I share them with my wife, as I feel , she has had help in creating the children also should have help raising them.
But to get a look of resentment and pure disrespect? I don’t think I deserve that. God tells me to love my wife. Ephesians Chspter 5:25 Husbands, love your wives,(A) just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her(B)26 to make her holy,(C) cleansing[a] her by the washing(D) with water through the word,
I love her to the best of my ability. I am told God tells her to respect me.
Ephesians 5:22-33New International Version
22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands(A) as you do to the Lord.(B)23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church,(C) his body, of which he is the Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands(D) in everything.
Respect as head of household and as her husband. I think some refreshing is in order Sunday. But that’s just me. I think a lot more is in order but this is not the 1950s and spanking is not something we practice in this marriage.
So what have we learned in the now decades together. Compromise, communication and understanding are the keys to opening hearts and minds.
Not talking about it will only drive us to bury feelings, creating misunderstanding and promoting feelings of distrust and resentment. So who is going to be the adult and bring it up? Usually this is me. Why am I putting private moments out there like this? That’s what I do. I write about it. Are all views accurate to the best of my understanding? Absolutely. So what is the takeaway for anyone reading this? If you are married and want to stay married, compromise. Do not back down. There is a difference.
I ask myself what is the root of this? Why did she feel what she felt? Why did she feel talked down to when from my perspective was clearly not the intent? Was it the way I said it? The words used? Was it because she just happened to be sitting when I was standing when I said it and literally was being talked to from a lower position? To understand the human mind is fascinating. To understand the female mind is another thing all together. I don’t know if I will ever not be a student in that endeavor.
Why? Why would you not take a simple injection that could stop the halt of a virus that to date has claimed more than four hundred thousand lives? For yourself and for the betterment of man itself, for Gods sake, take the shot! I can see making this choice for yourself, but to impose your distrust and simple misinformation on our own relative? Yes. You have medical power of attorney. Until now, that was not a problem. He is seventy eight years old. This disease that attacks the very system that lets you breathe will not discriminate. Those of high risk will not survive it. Please give him the ability to fight it off if and when restrictions come down and we are able to resume the life we remember. Just let him decide. If nothing else, give him the ability. Don’t let him be a simple statistic. Don’t let yourself feel the weight and responsibility of his death. Give him the shot!!