I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Fantasy Friday - A Boy and a Good (bad) Girl

Friday again and I guess we'll be busy closing up the pool this weekend. That's never one of my favorite chores. The pool is the first think I see out my window each morning and having it covered for winter is never one of my favorite sights.

We'll keep Fantasy Friday going as long as we can. Here is another story from Paul. Paul hasn't been feeling well lately and hasn't been around as much. I miss his comments, but we've been in contact and I hope he'll be feeling much better soon.


A Boy and a good (bad) Girl

OR

A lesson in loving

I was sitting at a table in the Black and White Milk Bar on the Odeon side of the Edgware Road, just a hop, skip and a jump away from Marble Arch.

It was late October of ’52 I don’t remember the day; it was about a week past my seventeenth birthday.

I was dawdling over my cup of coffee, it was the only one I could afford, and when I drank it I would have to go back to my lonely room. I was about to take the last swallow when a woman entered the bar. What’s so unusual about that you may ask, the bar is a teenage bar, we don’t normally see adult women in here.

She wore a white coat and red shoes with 2” heels I think, and an air of confidence.

She looked ‘round and smiled, I imagine every boy in the place was gaping at her, I know I was.

She looked at me and touched her chin, I realised my mouth was open and shut it, nearly biting my tongue in the process. “You looking at me,” she said, “I’m looking at you, yes,” “why?” “Because you are worth it,” she shook her head and ordered a white coffee.

She brought her coffee over to my table, “may I join you,” I stood up, and said, “of course, be my guest.” She stuck her hand out and said, “Eve,” suddenly she was nervous, “indeed,” I said “and I’m Paul, very pleased to meet you, a little overdressed aren’t you” my hand was a little sweaty when I shook hers.

“To what do I owe the honour,” “I said, “I beg your pardon,” she replied, I looked round, “there are empty tables and better looking boys. I may have just come from the country but I’m no hick, you are after something? You don’t feel like a Pro, and if you are, there is no one here who could afford you.” “If you will walk with me I’ll tell you.”

“My boy friend is away on business abroad, he only returns twice a year, you appear to have some of his qualities, when you looked at me you looked straight at me, you weren’t shy about telling me that I’m attractive, and you joked about my name.” “Where is this leading, I don’t do one night stands.” “Neither do I,” she answered sharply, “look I need to explain, and I can’t do this in the street, I live just round the corner, will you trust me for an hour, I have real coffee and even some biscuits.” “Lead the way Miss Siren, you’ve talked me into it, it was the biscuits that did it, always my downfall, biscuits!!”

We entered a house with only one bell on the door, brass fittings on the door, very smart.

Eve took of her coat, hung it on a coat rack, underneath she wore a calf length skirt and a sweater, a tight sweater, both were muted green. I liked what I saw. Eve took my jacket and hung it next to her coat.

She led into a sitting room with some very expensive furniture, she seated me and went and drew the heavy curtains.

“How do you take your coffee,” “strong, no sugar and a little cold milk,” I heard her walk down the hall, shortly she returned bearing a tray with cups, saucers, a dish with biscuits, and milk and sugar. “The coffee will be about ten minutes.” Why don’t you start explaining what this is all about,” “can it wait until we are settled,” “at least sit down, you are making me nervous.” She sank down to the floor, half kneeling next to me, it was surprisingly graceful and strangely comforting, her head was level with my thigh, she looked up at me and smiled, she was calm and composed as if she had finally come home.

I took the opportunity to look her over, the first thing was she had kicked her shoes off and left them by the door. Long shining brown hair halfway down her back, continuing down the top half of her bum looked very nice; as I looked she leaned forward to pluck a loose thread from the rug letting me see the whole round of her bottom, beautiful. She looked up at me again, clear grey eyes under well formed and defined eyebrows, a sweet rather long face with full lips and a firm chin. Her neck seemed long and slender, good shoulders, a good chest, nice breasts, double B or perhaps C, a slightly rounded tummy sitting on nicely rounded hips, the thighs were long and the legs longer. “Like what you see,” she said somewhat acerbically, “yes very much, your boy friend is a very lucky fellow.” “He thinks so, I’ll fetch the coffee.” As she walked away, I had a perfect view of her posterior; it had that tilt and sways that called out for a pair of male hands on it, yes I thought, very nice indeed.

Eve carried in a silver coffee pot, the steam of which, smelled divine, she put the milk in first and then poured, and I took a sip, first class coffee.

Eve sat down again, next to me, this time she kneeled upright with her hands open on her thighs, looking up to me she said, “Paul, the reason I’ve asked you here, is to put a question to you. Now I want you to give me an honest answer, don’t worry about my feelings. “OK fire away.” “If I was your girl and I told you that I’d been a very bad girl, what would you do?” “Well, obviously spank you, but to make sure that you got what you deserved, I’d need to clear a few things up. Are you sure you mean bad, not just naughty, bad gets you a real spanking, naughty a fun spanking. Have you broken faith or trust? These aren’t cured by punishments but by splitting up.” “Yes Paul I’ve been bad, I need to be punished.” ”Are you quite sure, this isn’t a game, if I punish you will know it, and might regret it.”

“Eve, I need to know your offence before I can punish you.” “I have broken several rules that Adam my boy friend gave me. Twice I’ve been to dangerous parts of town on my own, several times I’ve been drunk and I’m rarely in bed by my set time.”

“Well, you have been a bad girl, but I know the cure, stand up, strip,” “but,” “do it girl, NOW!!!” first the sweater, she had no bra, then the skirt; she undid the belt and then the buttons, no knickers. “Adam doesn’t allow me to wear underwear sir.” “OK now take your socks off and face me, hands by your sides, come round to my right and lie over my lap, give me your right hand.” Her arse was everything I thought it was, I rubbed it for a minute, made her open her legs a little, she blushed at that.
Then I started spanking her, solid hard smacks, each cheek from the crest to mid thigh, after fifteen minutes she was kicking quite wildly, but she still hadn’t made a sound, then after I landed three solid ones on each sit spot, she said, “don’t you think that’s enough sir,” “who’s is that decision,” I asked, “yours sir, sorry sir,” “you will be,” and continued to spank, suddenly she stopped kicking and started crying, not before time I thought, my hand is burning. I picked her up off my knee and cuddled her holding her close to my chest; she put her arms round my neck, hiccupped a couple of times and said a bit shakily, “I don’t think Adam ever spanked me that hard with his hand, oh boy, do you know how to spank.” I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears; she gave a little smile, gently released herself from my arms and knelt before me.

“May I thank you for my punishment sir,” I was a little puzzled but I said, “of course,” she undid my belt, opened my fly, and took my penis out. He was as hard as I had ever known, Eve gasped, stared for a moment, then licked the pre-come off, she slowly licked and kissed down the shaft and then suckled my scrotum, returning to the glands she slipped the head into her mouth. Working my testicles with her hands she slowly lowered her head, shuffling her knees backwards she aligned her mouth and throat with my penis and swallowed the entire length, the feeling as the glands went into her throat was amazing, she stayed like that for a moment then start moving her head up and down so her throat was massaging the sensitive part just below the glands. While one hand was playing with my testicles the other was at my anus, this was too much for me, “Eve I’m coming,” she nodded vigorously, increased the pressure of her mouth and hands, I shook and my semen burst forth, it seemed like minutes, however long it was Eve took it all and didn’t spill a drop. When I was once again in a position to take notice, Eve was sitting back on her legs a big smile on her face, she opened her mouth, it was full of my semen, she swallowed, licked her lips and looked very satisfied. That was absolutely amazing.

Eve didn’t realise but that was the first time anyone had swallowed, I was very moved, it seemed like a vote of confidence.

Eve said, “may I undress you.” “Go ahead; I warn you, your punishment isn’t over.” “I know sir,” “what remains?” “I broke a serious rule twice, Adam would beat me severely.” “As I will. You may undress me, and then fetch me your canes.”

Eve undressed me as gracefully as she did everything; every time she turned her back to me I had to admire her beautiful red arse. Running my hands over her so hot bum was very arousing.

Once more my arousal was prominent. Eve looked at me and smiled. “Sir, you like me don’t you.” “I would say that’s fairly obvious.” “Would you like me to deal with that?” “Not yet, you have considerately more pain to suffer, before your receive the benison of this within you. Did I not tell you to fetch your canes?” “Yes sir, sorry sir, right away.”

She went to an almost invisible cupboard next to the fireplace, opened the door, clipped to the door there were six canes of different diameters. Eve looked over her shoulder at me, “bring them all,” she collected all of them, “put them on the table and clear away the coffee thing. Tell me about these canes, starting with the thinnest.” “The girls cane really stings and lights a fire and turns me on no end, a fun cane, the boys cane stings more, I can take fifty or sixty without any real damage, the senior girls cane, is a real punishment cane, thirty or forty and I know I’ve been whipped, the senior boys cane is Adams favourite, thirty with that and I’m sleeping on my tummy for a couple of nights. The penultimate one is the junior penal cane, when I did something really bad I received twelve, I hope never to experience that again, the penal cane, Adam gave me six moderate strokes to taste it, the pain lasted for three days and the welts for more than a week.”

I looked round the room for a good place to cane Eve, espied an ottoman behind an armchair, it looked solidly built. “Help me pull this out,” we pulled it out in front of on of the sofas. “Eve lie lengthways over the ottoman, no that’s not quite right, take two of the seat cushions from the sofa and pile them on the ottoman, now lay down with your chest and belly on the cushions, that’s right, reach down and hold the legs with your hands, now put your feet by the rear legs, that’s perfect. I want you to stay in position, break position and you will earn three extra strokes, do you understand.” “Yes sir.”

“Eve, eighteen strokes,” one, gasp, two, gasp, by time six were taken Eve was breathing hard, I moved round the other side to balance out the strokes, seven, oh, eight, ahh, by the time twelve was reached Eve’s legs were kicking with each stroke, “only six to go, you are doing very well,” thirteen, oh shit, fourteen, fuck, fifteen, oh god , sixteen, jesuuuus, “hang on, the last two will hurt, seventeen hard across her sit spot, her body jerked, I thought she’d let go, she hadn’t, eighteen just below the last one almost as hard as I could, this time she shrieked, but she didn’t let go!!!

Eve was lying there sobbing and moaning, the moaning wasn’t all pain. I raised her to her feet, “girl I’m proud of you, that was very well taken, here let me clean you up.” Eve put her arms ‘round me, “where did you learn to cane like that,” “oh I was trained by an expert, do you have anything to put on your arse to help with the swelling.” “No, I’m beginning to like the way I’m feeling, talking about swelling, I see you still have a problem.” “You could say that, where is your bedroom.” Eve took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom, “would you like to shower first,” “no, kneel on the bed, present yourself, hang on. Do you have any rubbers,” she pointed to the bedside table, “in there,” I took out a small handful, these will do for the moment.

I tore the packet open and rolled the rubber on, I tapped Eve’s thighs wider, ran my hand gently over her pussy, she was very wet and her inner labia were protruding, I slid my fingers through her labia, found the entrance and slid a wet finger in, Eve moaned. With my left hand t searched for and found her clitoris, it was already out of its hood and very erect, I slipped another finger into her cervix and start to gently finger fuck her. Meanwhile my left hand was playing with her clitoris stroking and pinching, suddenly Eve gave a great shudder, gushing over my hand her head dropped to the bed and she was still.

After a few minutes Eve lifted her head and looked at me. “Are you ever going to fuck me, or do you intend to play with me all night.” I laughed, slapped her bum hard, “all in good time greedy girl,” “ouch,” was her only response, as she shook it at me.

I stood behind her and slipped my tool between her lips, lubricating the Johnny with her spending, I entered her slowly, she was very tight, and as my hips smacked her arse I reached forward and grasped her breasts. Eve was gasping and sobbing desperately trying to speed me up, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I love simultaneous orgasms, I wanted her to come at the same time as me, taking my left hand off her breast I started playing with her clit, her breath became faster and her body tensed up, I speeded up my strokes, wrapped my left arm ‘round Eve and as she shuddered and shrieked we both came, the force of her orgasm almost drove me out of her, she collapsed onto the bed and I on top of her, after a couple of minutes I remembered my manners, and took my weight on my elbows. We lay there for a few moments recovering our breath, looking at Eve, she had the silliest smile on her face, I took her in my arms and cradling her to my chest lay down, we fell asleep like that.
   
I awoke in some discomfort, my left arm was asleep, Eve was sleeping on it, we hadn’t moved all night. As I gently tried to move my arm from beneath Eve, her eyelids fluttered and she awoke, looking at me she at first seemed a little puzzled, and then I saw memory return.

“Good morning Paul,” she said as her lips curved up with a sleepy smile. “Good Morning Eve,” I replied, “could you just roll off my arm for a minute, I’m going to have a bad case of pins and needles in a moment.” As she rolled off my arm onto her back, she winced, “you did a good job on my bum last night,” I know, you earned it.” “Mmm was I good last night,” “you were a very good girl,” as I said that I kissed her, she put her arm round my neck and lifted herself to return the kiss, in so doing she rubbed against my morning stiffy, her eyes widened, she slipped her hand under the sheet, “hmm just as I remembered.”
She rolled on top of me, “do you mind if I’m on top, I’m still a little sore,” Kneeling she inserted me into her morning warm pussy, she felt so good. Taking her weight on her hands she started moving her hips, I’ve never been that fond of the cowboy position, I soon rolled her onto her back and we really started fucking, I was playing with her nipples and thrusting hard, with every thrust Eve was wincing, turning her over and raising her onto her knees I entered her from the rear, Eve started playing with her clit as I played with her breasts, Eve came with some vigour I wasn’t quite ready, suddenly realising I didn’t have a rubber on I quickly withdrew, Eve pushed me onto my back and took me in her mouth, two minutes later I came powerfully and Eve swallowed the lot.

I jumped out of bed, “I need the bathroom,” I said, we both made for the bathroom, I waved Eve through, “don’t be silly” she said, there were two basins and two crappers and a big enclosed shower, I stood while she sat, and we made beautiful music together.

We examined her arse, there were clearly defined welts. I’d crossed over a couple of times, Eve looked and whistled, “boy you really do know how to use a cane.” “Yes,” I said bitterly, “I was taught by a master.”

We showered; in all my life I had never known such luxury, as much hot water as we wanted, a huge natural sponge.
 I shampooed her hair and washed her from head to foot, every nook and cranny, she returned the favour and then some. Just as I thought we had finished, Eve looked down at my awakening tool, “pity to waste that,” knelt down and once again took me in her mouth, boy I thought that girl has a taste for cock. She made me hard, opened a rubber and rolled it on, climbed up my body put her arms round my neck and her legs round my hips slid onto me. I fucked her against the wall, this time it took longer, by the time I came my legs were shaking and we both were sweating. We showered off and dried each other.

I dressed, Eve put a house coat on, we went to the kitchen, Eve cooked us lunch, I was starving.

We talked.

Eve said, “Paul will you come back?” “Of course, you are a dream, but understand, I lust you something rotten, but you have a man, whether I can love you or not, I don’t know, if this is enough for you, I’ll come back.”

Before I left Eve asked me to spank her, it wasn’t a hard spanking, she kissed me goodbye and we parted.
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 That was the end of the beginning. I saw Eve regularly, Adam informed her when he was returning, her bottom was always unblemished when he returned.

Eve taught me most of what I know about women, Mel used to say that she owed Eve a debt of gratitude, Eve always said that I had a natural talent, I knew better than to argue, but even if I had talent, Eve most certainly honed it.

Adam and I dined together once each visit, after three years Adam was made deputy chairman of his fathers company, shortly after that Adam married Eve, I was an honoured guest.

We were close friends all our married lives.
Adam was my best man and Eve, Mel’s Matron of honour.

Adam died ten years ago after two years of agony; Eve survived him by a mere nine months.

THE END.


© Paul 2008

Thank you Paul for helping out with Fantasy Friday. Your stories have a very different flair to them and we appreciate each one. I hope other will give us a hand too. Sent any stories you might have to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Talk, don't talk, spank, don't spank - I'm so confused!

I guess I’m going crazy. The Dr. Phil show I posted about said it was coming on on our station Wednesday. When I set up the DVR the title of the show was “I spanked my wife and she need to repent.” But that’s not what came on. I’m still seeing the commercials for it, but it no longer gives a specific day. Well, I’m going to keep looking for it.

As I wait for that I’m going to talk about Nick and me. But I don’t know what I’m going to say. I’ve had no written response to my email. I need us to talk, I need him to give me the opportunity to talk (and by talk I mean write). I believe he thinks he just needs to spank me and all will be well. That’s not what I want. Not by itself. Not without some understand behind it. My weight still sucks and I’m still not doing anything about it. I feel like I’m in limbo. Waiting to see if ‘we’re’ going to do anything about it or waiting to tell him to just step back from the problem completely and I’ll see what I can do. I know – I’m using this as another excuse to do nothing for the moment.

This would be so much easier if I could just blame Nick for not reading my mind and giving me what I want. Sadly if he could read my mind I’m afraid it would look something like this,

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I don’t have a clue either. One part of me really, really want’s to try some discipline to help me be accountable for doing something about my health. It’s the only thing that has ever worked. But doing it half-heartedly or sporadically does me more harm than good. It’s my version of the worst yo-yo diet.

I get sad and depressed because there is no spanking in my life and I don’t give a shit about doing anything, including anything for my health – I become a ‘leave-me-alone blob’.  I whine to you all and eventually Nick, and he steps up. I come here all excited that we’re ‘going to try again’ only to have Nick interested for a week or two - then nothing. I get more depressed; withdraw into my head more and I even feel embarrassed to come talk here. Hell, I’ve written the same damn post about every six months or so for eight frickin’ years now.

Yesterday he spanked in the kitchen, about lack of weight loss, but it seemed like a random act of spanking. It just hurt, that’s all. No emotion, no connection, no feeling behind it – for either of us, it seemed to me. Bless his heart, I know he wants to help me with all of this. He knows I like spanking and I know this was an attempt to give me what I need. But getting hit on the butt isn’t what I need.

What do I do? Beg him to help? Tell him to back off? And most importantly, how do I get myself off my ass and just do it on my own? That would be so much easier than trying to explain what I need to Nick, or myself.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Oh, Dr. Phil… Update

Dr. Phil write up - I spanked my wife… And the the show on Thursday is supposed to be about spanking too.

I’ve been discussing spanking for over eight years now. We all talk about it here in our very special, supportive community. We discuss submission – and that it’s a gift we give our significant other. It’s not something they can demand, but something we may choose to give freely. In exchange, that person we chose to bestow this gift upon, loves us, cares for us and puts us at the top of their list in life.

Completely with our consent, and often our insistence, they they spank us for many reasons – erotic, stress relief, maintenance, discipline, reconnection, to make us feel cared for and loved, and very often simply because we ask them to. We know what we need even if we can’t always explain it even to ourselves. We just know. And our HOH – often without understanding all parts of TTWD, indulge us. 

We can’t go out in the real world and discuss this in a serious forum. I’ve always wanted to be able to go on a serious talk show like Oprah’s old show and explain out ‘side’ of the story. But out in the world no one is going to see it as anything but abuse and they would tell us we are crazy and brainwashed, sigh…  even those of us who have desired this all of our lives and many of us have to nearly twist our guy’s arms to get them to give us what we want.

Doctor Phil is running a show tomorrow (Wednesday) that’s going to mention spanking. But they have picked (from what I can tell from the commercials) a true abuser who happens to abuse his wife by spanking her. It has nothing to do with us at all, thought I’m sure we’ll all be painted with the same brush. It would just be so nice if just once we could get someone to listen to what we are really saying about TTWD. But I don’t see it happening.

I’m going to watch the show and if you do I’d love to hear your opinions. But, Dr. Phil, there are so many of us out here that are sane and have given this such thought, couldn’t you at least talk to one of us someday?

Monday, September 15, 2014

Kids and in-laws

It’s been a wonderful weekend, but I’m exhausted. I loved having LJ and Colin here and Mollie came too. We didn’t do anything wild or crazy, but I still feel drained. Nick was off on his golf trip and I missed him though the chaos.

My in-laws also celebrated an anniversary this weekend – 67 years together. Can you imagine? They had a luncheon for them after their church service. I wanted to go, but after sounding out two of my SIL it was easy to tell Colin wouldn’t have been welcomed so we didn’t attend. That’s not completely accurate, the family is very nice to Colin, but if someone at the church had asked who he was they didn’t want LJ answering, “He’s my husband.”

I don’t even get mad at them any more. It is a small little southern Baptist church, I feel they’re wrong in their values, but LJ has said many times that his grandparents – at 89 and 93 get a pass and he holds nothing against them. We’ve never come out and told them LJ is gay. But I’m pretty sure my FIL knows and doesn’t seem to care. He always asks about Colin and how he’s doing. Our immediate family went to have supper with the grandparents one evening while Colin was visiting with his parents and my FIL asked, “Didn’t Colin come with you? Where is he?” So he obviously sees them as a couple.

Oh well, the sisters-in-law prejudices are their problems not mine. Sadly I don’t feel as close to them as I used to, but I’m no longer angry, just a little sad for them. They are passing up time with a fantastic nephew and nephew-in-law.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Learning the Ropes, part two

Happy, happy Friday everyone! Great day for me. I'm off spending the day with LJ. In addition, I got a great new story for you courtesy of Sunny Girl/Leigh Smith. This is a special story. The first part appeared over at Aimless Rambling this past Monday, click here to read that if you missed it. And the final part will be back at Aimless Rambling this coming Monday.

Sonny is one of my very favorite writers and you know I love her books so I'm so very happy that I can share in this new story today. So sit back and enjoy…



Learning the Ropes
part two

Joanna and Paula joined the men on the porch.  Jack asked if the girls wanted to go for a sunset ride.

“I don’t think so Mr. Hawkins,” Joanna said.

“Speak for yourself Joanna.  I think it would be fun; it's been ages since I’ve been on a horse."

Jace and Josh headed toward the barn with Paula not far behind.  She could hear Jace telling Josh he didn’t need any help and to go back to the house.  Josh gave him a shove and kept moving forward.  Paula tried keeping the smile off her face.  Sadie was right; boys will be boys, not matter their age.

Josh, Jace, and Paula took a leisurely ride with Paula between the two of them.  It was fun to watch the dirty looks passing between them.  Paula was enjoying herself and flirted with them both.  The banter between the three of them continued, and Paula was enjoying both the company and the spectacular scenery.  The landscape changed from flat dry land covered with sagebrush to hillier terrain covered in lush dark pines.  As the sun got lower in the sky, the chill began to settle in.

“The sunset is beautiful but I’m getting chilly. Is anyone besides me ready to head back now?"

“You are the guest, so you get to make the decision,” Jace replied.

“Oh, I like that,” she responded. “Does that mean I’m responsible?"

“Now don’t go getting all full of yourself, or else.”

“Or else what?”

”I’m sure I’ll think of something you probably won’t like, maybe a spanking.”

“But I’m a guest,” she replied as the blush crawled up her neck.

“Yes, you are, but we’re responsible for your well-being, so we get the final say,” Jace said and laughed when he saw her blush and pout.

“Now that will get you absolutely no place fast.”

Quickly changing the subject, Josh asked, “Speaking of fast, you’re a pretty good rider Paula, up for a race back to the ranch?”

“Sure,” Jace said.  “How about a wager, little brother?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about the loser gets to unsaddle and curry the horses when we get back to the barn and settle them in for the night.”

Jace agreed, thinking this was perfect.  I’ll hold back and let Josh take the lead.  Then when Paula loses I’ll have her all to myself, and I can help her with their horses.  It didn’t work out that way.  Paula managed to inch out Jace at the end leaving him the loser.  Josh was grinning from ear to ear and calling his brother a loser. “You lose brother.  Not only did you lose, but you lost to a girl, and a city girl at that,” Josh taunted.

Jace was taking it in stride until Josh went just that extra step.  Before she knew what was happening, Jace had taken a pitchfork full of hay and threw it at Josh, who then picked up the water bucket and heaved it toward his brother.  Part of the contents landed on Paula.

“Now look what you’ve done.  You have our guest all wet,” and he went after Josh and threw him down in the hay.

Growing up with brothers, Paula was used to this type of behavior and was laughing at them when Jace grabbed her and brought her down with them.  Now, all three of them were rolling around in the hay.  Paula was laughing so hard, tears started falling.  She had forgotten how much fun it was horsing around with guys.  It reminded her of her youth and living with her brothers.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years,” she told them

Soaking wet and loaded with hay everywhere, they cared for the horses and left the barn when they were finished playing.  Jace and Josh argued about who was going to walk Paula home.  “I think that’s my cue to head for the cabin,” Paula thought to herself.

Josh and Justin were exchanging words and Jack and Sadie, who were still sitting on the porch were laughing. “You two are fighting like you were little boys over marbles,” Sadie exclaimed.

 I’ve never been the marble before, I like it, Paula told herself.  They were still arguing as Paula walked away and yelled goodnight to them both.  “Watch yourself with Josh.” Jace called out.  “He’s really a city slicker.”  She giggled and kept on walking toward the cabin.  She needed a drink and a shower.

“Did you enjoy your ride?”  Sadie asked the boys as they approached the porch. 

“Paula’s a good rider.  We raced back here and she beat out Jace,” Josh answered.

‘I bet you didn’t like that, Jace.  Will you want a rematch?”  Jack asked.

Josh said he didn’t want to be any part of a grudge match, but he would continue to remind his older brother, he was bested by a girl.

“Oh, hush up.  You are only three minutes younger than me.” Jace slapped his arm around Josh’s shoulder as they sauntered into the house. “You should be respecting your elders.”  Josh punched Jace’s arm.

Joanne was in bed reading when Paula walked into the cabin.  She told Joanne about the ride and the events that followed. “Be careful Paula.  You’re here on assignment so don’t go getting yourself all involved in something that will leave you in shreds when we go back home.”

“I won’t,” she told Paula, but didn’t even believe that herself.  She wasn’t sure if it was because it was nice to be the object of admiration by two men, or if it was something more.  Josh was a likeable guy but there was something about Jace. 

She took a long hot shower and fell into bed.  Instead of immediately falling asleep the way she always did, she laid awake thinking about what Paula said.  She tried thinking what it was about Jace that had her thinking about him as someone other than just another guy.  He would give any current male model a run for their money, but it was more than that.  He seemed to have a gentle way about him, not that he wasn’t macho – he was, but there was more.  You sensed it in his words and way of speaking, how he looked and spoke to his mama, the love and respect he showed his dad, how he held and stroked the cat that jumped into his lap on the porch.  Things that most people would miss and not think about in a cowboy were there with Jace.  They might be there with Josh and Caleb too considering they were brothers, but she noticed it in Jace.

She had to keep her head straight.  She was here to write an article and keep things in perspective.  After she had lain there for over an hour realizing that sleep just wasn’t coming, she got up and went to her computer.  She went over her notes and started formulating the article.  Her boss wanted a woman’s perspective on the allure of cowboys and the western life.  Deciding to get some more background on Sage Springs Ranch, she punched the name into the computer and learned some interesting facts. 

She was finally able to fall asleep somewhere around 2:30.  She awoke the next morning to the sun filling the room.  The clock said 11:30 and she couldn’t believe it.  She had never slept this late in her entire life.  She called out to Joanna and didn’t receive any response. When her feet hit the floor, and she stood, the pain in her hips and knees brought back the ride and the horsing around of the night before.   A long hot shower is what I need, that and about four ibupropen she said to herself.  After the stiffness finally left her body, she emerged from the shower to find Joanna sitting on the bed, head in hand.  She could tell she had been crying.

“What’s the matter?”

“I got a text message from my ex-mother-in-law.  Brandt has been in a terrible accident, and they don’t know whether or not he is going to live.”

“I’m sorry, because I don’t like to hear about anybody being hurt, but after what he did to you, I can’t believe you’re crying over him.”

“He was my husband, and although I hated what he did to me, I can’t forget that at one point, we loved each other.  Marisol said he is asking for me.  I don’t know what to do.”

“You are the only one that can answer that question, Joanna.”

“Don’t hate me Paula, but I think I have to go.  I’ll see what I can do about catching a flight.  Do you mind terribly?”

“Of course not honey, you do what you feel is right.  Don’t worry about me.”

 Joanna booked a flight and caught a ride to the airport in the ranch van that was going to pick up other guests. 
     
With Joanna gone, Paula lost her companion and fellow conspirator and was at odd’s ends.  Assuming Sadie would be busy with other guests arriving; Paula sought her out to see if she could assist at the main house.  While they were working, she hoped to get Sadie talking about the ranch and get some more information for her article.  She found Sadie working at the kitchen sink.

“Can I help?”

“I have a ton of potatoes that need peeling, wanna pitch in?”

“I’m your girl.”

She was busily peeling potatoes when Jace walked in.  He looked so damn sexy even though he was dirty and sweaty.  He removed his hat; his hair flopped over his forehead, and he winked at her.  Paula had all she could do to keep herself from pushing his hair back.  Sadie took one look at him and told him to get out of her kitchen.

“You’re a mess; look at the mud you’re tracking in.”

Not even reacting to his mother’s scolding, his eyes were all over Paula.  The physical connection between Jace and Paula was alive and breathing in that room, and Sadie didn’t fail to notice.  He greeted Paula with a warm smile that lit up his eyes. 

“Sorry about your friend,” he managed to say.  “Hope it isn’t going to make you cut your visit short.  There’s still a lot of Sage Springs ranch to see.”

“No, I plan on staying the whole time and can’t wait to see more of what ranch life is like.”

“Great. How about another horseback ride later?”

“It depends on what kind of ride you have in mind.  I don’t think my bottom could take another ride like last night.  I haven’t ridden that hard in some time and I’m a little tender this morning.

Paula realized what she said when she saw Jace’s reaction.  She swore he actually blushed.

“I think I’ll just let that ride.  If I say what’s on my mind, I think my Mama would be getting out the Tabasco sauce,” he told her with a mischievous grin on his face.

He picked up his hat and started backing out of the kitchen when Sadie asked him what he needed. “Oh, I almost forgot.  Caleb wanted me to tell you that he and Carrie had a little set-to, and she’ll be a little late but will be here in time to help with the new arrivals.”

“Not again.”  Sadie remarked.  Jace nodded, and Paula tucked away this little snippet of information and decided to stick around. 

“Thanks, Jace.  Do you want me to fix you a sandwich now that you’re here, instead of heading down to the bunkhouse?  You can’t dirty the floor any more than you have already.”

“That would be great, thanks Ma.”

Jace was thrilled at his mother’s offer.  Now he could sit here and talk with Paula without Josh around.  Paula seemed different than most of the ladies that visited the ranch.  Many of them came out here looking for their version of a cowboy.  Their version was the television and the movies version, not the actual thing.  The real thing meant working from sun-up to sun down, flopping into bed bone weary with nothing but sleep on your mind, day in and day out.  Weekends and holidays off were rare. It meant getting sweaty and dirty, rough calloused hands, sleepless nights during calving or foaling season. It meant dealing with all kinds of weather and doing whatever was necessary to protect the stock.  When they found out it was not all two-stepping, polished boots and clean-pressed jeans, they were no longer interested. The ladies in the area knew what ranching entailed but Jace knew most of the girls in the area, had been to school with them.  He liked them well enough, but there wasn’t one of them that made him think about settling down.

He asked Paula what had brought her to Sage Springs Ranch.  She hemmed and hawed a little but finally said she was a writer and researching a possible book project.  This was as close to the truth without spilling the beans on her undercover story.  She told him she had chosen Sage Springs Ranch because their web page made it look as if they offered the most realistic ranching experience.     

“I’m glad you chose Sage Springs, and I will be happy to help in any way that I can.”

“I’ll remind you of that when you’re tired of all my questions.”

“I can’t believe that will ever happen,” he told her.

She knew he was flirting with her, and it felt good.  She liked feeling and being treated like a real girl.  In her line of work, it was better to act like one of the guys in order to get the plum assignments.  She put up with her fair share of butt slapping, wolf whistles, and sexual innuendos in the beginning.  Then she figured out if you wanted to do the ‘hard’ stories, you had to stop being girly and makes them think of you as one of the guys.  This was one of the reasons she hadn’t wanted to do this story.  It was as if she were going backward instead of forward.

“Okay, first question of many.  How many guests have you kissed?”

“What kind of question is that?  Are you the National Enquirer?  I’m going to take the 5th on that.”

“See, you are already tired of my questions.”

He chuckled.  “You set me up.  Why you are a little brat, if I knew you a little better I would paddle your behind.”

She laughed.  You do know this is the 21st century don’t you?  Things like that don’t happen anymore.

“Oh, but they do, even right here at Sage Springs Ranch.  So you better behave.”

“Now you have aroused my curiosity.  Are you the official paddler of Sage Springs Ranch?”

“I don’t know that we have an official paddler, I do know in specific circumstances I have, and could again be tempted to indulge in that activity when particularly cheeky ladies are pushing the envelope.  And, I know for a fact, there are other cowboys here who feel the same.”

“Oh, I am going to have to get the ‘skinny’ on this as part of my research.  I can see the brochure now, ‘Come and get it’ not only refers to chow but to spanking too.”

“Keep it up and you are going to get some firsthand knowledge.”  He gave her the most charming smile, and his eyes twinkled with that last statement.

“Promises, promises.” Paula told him as Jace pushed back in his chair and laughed.

“What’s so funny?”  Carrie asked when she walked into the room.

“Jace was telling me that I had better be careful or I might get my backside paddled.  He said it sometimes happens here at Sage Creek Ranch.”

Carrie turned fifteen shades of pink and walked back out of the room.  Sadie turned around.

“Jace, what did you do.”

“I didn’t do anything, Ma.  Carrie asked what I was laughing at, and Paula answered.  I’m innocent for a change.”

“Sadie, do you think I should go after Carrie,” Paula asked.

“No, leave her be.  I’ll check on her in a little bit.”

Paula went back to peeling potatoes; Jace stood up, put on his hat, and was halfway out the door when he turned and asked if they had a date to go riding later.

“I wouldn’t call it a date but riding sounds good.”

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When Paula finished peeling potatoes, she walked back to her cabin.  She lay down on the bed. Last night’s lack of sleep caught up with her.  The next thing she knew, there was a knocking on her door. 

“Paula, are you in there?”

“Yes, just a minute, I’ll be right there,” she called back.

“It’s Jace.  Sadie wanted to know if you wanted to help the new guests settle in. Carrie is still not feeling too well. They will be here in about ten minutes.”

“Oh, I would love that.  Tell Sadie I’ll be right over.

~o~

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