"KISS MY ... (photo of my ass)"
sent to Eric's phone.
I watched in anticipation, expecting a swift reply.
There was none. Hmmm. Playing hard to get?
I paced around the kitchen and then went to the laundry room to check on the load from earlier.
Swish, swish, swish. The dryer spun and the hum of the washer filled my ears.
There is no way for me to type how LOUDLY I suddenly screamed when Eric came out of nowhere and had me bent over the machine.
"Think you can poke the bear, do you?" he spoke directly in my ear.
I pushed off the washer, heart racing, and began a tirade of "How dare you scare me like that?!"; arms flailing, hands pressing his chest back against the wall.
It's hard to sound angry when the man you love is truly doing his best not to bust out laughing at the fit you are attempting to throw. The twinkle in his eye is a dead give-away and that grin behind gritted teeth keeps appearing despite his best attempt to look serious.
"You're not exactly the tough girl I was expecting," he teased. "It's almost a shame to have to spank you now."
"Go ahead," I retorted. "Spank me if you dare."
Eric reached for the belt on his jeans and I took off, through the side door and out into the rain. I dashed around the house sure he'd be right behind me but once in the backyard, I found myself alone. Cautiously I looked back around the corner. No Eric. I went to the side door and slowly turned the knob. LOCKED! I raced to the sliding door in back. Also locked but there he was, standing behind the glass, shaking his head and sipping MY COFFEE!
The rain was not coming down lightly and I'm sure I looked like a drowned rat.
"Let me in!" I squeaked.
"Nope," said the bear. "Not going to do it."
"Damn it ERIC! It's cold out here. Let me in!"
"Nope," said the bear again. "You can't come in here. You'll get the floor wet!"
Oh how I huffed and puffed. Oh how I stewed and stomped.
"Do you want to come in, honey?" he finally asked sweetly.
"Then take off all your clothes," he stated.
Oh the glare, if looks could kill, but I did it. Stripped right down to nothing and then watched in dismay as he walked away. (Thankfully he was back a second later, carrying a big fluffy towel.)
"Come here, you silly girl," he said wrapping my shivering body in his warm embrace.
"You're mean!" I pouted, grateful to be in his arms. He walked me upstairs and started a warm shower. I headed toward the toilet.
"Hold on there," Eric said grabbing my hand. "I want to get something clear before you take off."
The water sounded in the background and I suddenly became aware of how badly I had to pee.
"In a minute," I said trying to pull away. "I can't wait."
Eric held tightly to my wrist and sat on the spanking chair. He forced me on his lap so we were eye to eye.
"I'll let you know when you can go. You're not Amy 51..." the lecture began. I half listened. He went on and on. I couldn't focus.
"I have to go," I whined. "I'm not kidding."
Eric did not believe me.
"I'm going to pee on you!" I threatened.
"Oh really, Ms. 49," he teased, tickling me and forcing me to bounce around his lap.
"I'm not kidding!" I yelled and then, it happened. I peed all over his jeans. I guarantee, the look on both of our faces was priceless and we were both speechless. That moment hung in the air for an eternity and then we laughed so hard we cried.
Shower for two. Laundry for sure. Amazing soapy sex in between.
Evening fell and dinner was lighthearted and fun.
"Do you want to watch a movie before bed?" I naively asked.
"Sure," Eric replied, an evil smirk crossing his lips, "as soon as I redden your ass for all of the shenanigans this morning."
My eyes grew wide and I audibly swallowed.
"But... I thought... didn't we..." I was sort of laughing, sort of looking cute, sort of seriously not in the mood. Eric stood stoic. Not a hint of humor.
"Upstairs NOW, young lady."
He grabbed the back of my arm and together we marched to our room. The spanking chair came out, center stage, and I cooperated with the removal of each piece of clothing. Eric was extremely deliberate in his actions. Shirt over head, bra unhooked, pants off, panties down; everything folded neatly on the end table.
"You know better than to poke the bear, don't you?" he said sternly and I begrudgingly nodded thinking this was not nearly as fun as I had anticipated earlier in the day. Eric went to the implement drawer and brought out the wooden spoon, hairbrush and leather paddle.
"Before we begin," he said with all of the seriousness of a eulogy, "do you need to pee?"
My eye caught his just as we both burst out laughing. Then I was over his knee, getting one hell of a spanking.
Hand, hand, hand
Spoon, spoon, spoon
Paddle, paddle, paddle
Red Ass Amy.
My buns sizzled. My mind relaxed. My sense of peace and calm returned.
Eric led me to the corner and told me to kneel. The coolness of the air in the room soothed my fiery bottom and I heard him pick the hairbrush off the end table.
"Thought I forgot this one?" he asked rhetorically. "Close your eyes and put your hands on the wall."
I did and Eric proceeded to brush my hair.
"I love you," he said, gently making me whole again. "I love you, Sweet Pee."