Eric's birthday is on Tuesday so we skipped town on Thanksgiving and made our way to the beach. He rented a cute little bungalow close to the water in a place I refer to as paradise. We will spend a total of five days with our piggies in the sand and then Eric is back to his travels.
Tonight we decided to celebrate the birthday boy. I'm on a tight budget right now, living in a no spend zone. I had to rely on my creativity to make a present for Eric. I worked on it for hours and hours but enjoyed every second I put into it. Basically, I wrote him a story about us but I took a bunch of naughty pictures and have them interspersed throughout the pages. I printed it out on my home computer and wrapped it in bright blue and green foil paper. Then I tucked it away in my suitcase.
Meanwhile, my husband was up to his own "tucking" away. Baker had dared Eric to use the paddle I bought that he's never gotten around to and that was just part one. Part two was to use the slotted spoon in such a way that is was pleasurable rather than painful. Well Baker, both items made the trip with us!
Mid-day Eric was going out to run a few errands. I told him I'd stay behind and bake his cake, an odd request since I've never known him to be a cake guy. As I placed everything on the counter, my husband sneaked up behind me and WHACK, I got a good one with the slotted spoon.
"You brought that!" I squealed but then noticed a little heart tied around the handle.
"Mix the cake with this," Eric said handing it over to me. "I added the charm so you'd always remember I use it in love."
That man knows just how to make me swoon but could he leave it at that? NO. The"paddle" he's never used appeared next.
"Before I go," he suggested, "let's get these birthday spankings out of the way. Then I won't have to listen to your boo-hooing because this thing is going to be like swatting you with a brick."
I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it in the first place. It is actually a cutting board and as noted by Mr. Visual, it is quite thick!
"Is that why you never used it before?" I asked, internally planning to make sure the thing does not get packed when we leave.
Eric took my arm and led me to the couch. He sat down and patted his lap.
"Over you go, Amy Lynn," he grinned. "It's not every day you get to take my birthday spankings."
Eric is OLD. Not really. If he were dishing out birthday chocolates, I would say he is too young. With that darn paddle though, let's just say I did not last beyond his first decade. Actually, he didn't either. We both hated it.
"Let's accidentally leave this behind," Eric said putting it down and resuming with a lovely hand spanking. (Great minds do think alike.)
With nice warm buns, I went about mixing the cake batter with my newly decorated slotted spoon. Eric hung around, looking adorable, flirty, and like he was going to get presents.
"Get undressed," he ordered just as I was about to pour the batter into a sheet pan.
"What? Did you say get undressed?"
Eric frowned. "Don't question me. Take your clothes off, NOW."
Not sure where he was going with this, I stripped down and was told to lay on my back on the counter top. Then, dipping the slotted spoon in the cake mix, Eric took his time drawing little heart shapes all over my body.
"You're going to make a mess!" I scolded, his lips tasting a heart drawn around my left nipple.
"It's okay," he said, kissing another one further down my thigh. "It's my birthday. Somebody else will clean it up."
I can't complain, even though we all know that "somebody else" is me. Eric is happy and relaxed and incredibly fun to be around right now.
We never did bake the cake. Eric doesn't really eat cake and he's out now, running those errands, while I shower and get ready for our birthday party for two.
Thank you Baker, for the fun dare. The slotted spoon has a new place in our lives and the other, not sure where that thing went.