Friday, March 28, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Baseball

Wish me luck. I couldn't get this up last night. We are on headed back home from our wonderful trip today so I will be talking to some of you tonight. Pray us home and Eva and Adam on to their next destination. Meanwhile enjoy Fantasy Friday!


Baseball


I don’t ask for much, in fact I am very easy to get along with. I expect him to notice when I change my hair, tell me when I look nice, and put me ahead of stupid things like baseball. We both work hard, put in long hours during the week. I don’t care what he does, weeknights. But, come the weekend, it is my time.

I don’t know why this is so difficult for him. I bought him a VCR so he could tape the games and watch them during the week. He says that just isn’t the same, it has to be live. I watch taped soaps and talk shows; I don’t see what the big deal is.

I refuse to lose to a bunch of guys on television. I will make him forget all about baseball.

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I knew she was spoiled when I married her. That's why we agreed on no children. She is a full time job all by herself. We both work hard, and make good money. Our investments will keep us in our old age. I have never wanted another woman, not since I first laid eyes on her, but enough is enough. I will watch baseball on the weekends. It is not as if I neglect her, a few hours of my own is not too much to ask.

Perhaps she needs another lesson on who is in charge.

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I cannot believe him. I paraded around in his favorite get up, tried to get him out of his clothes, even got so far as sitting on his lap, then the commercials were over and he sent me off to find something to do. To add insult to injury he strolls in, after the game, and expects me to fall all over him because he has time for me now. Like I can just turn myself on and off like a television. At least I made him work for it. But this is the last time.

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The next time she pulls one of her stunts during a game I am going to give her more "attention" than she bargained for. I must admit, it is comical to watch her. She's about as subtle as a freight train. She specializes in hard to get, but let there be a game on and suddenly she is panting for me. Just a few more weeks and the season will be over. I don't follow any other sports, so it will calm down over the winter and then the cycle starts again.

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I have had it. This is now all out war. We had a "discussion" about finances last night. That's what he calls it when he has me over his lap and is explaining with the paddle why I have to follow the budget. I'll show him budgeting. As long as we are cutting back and pinching pennies there is no reason for an extravagance such as cable. They were very sweet about terminating our service. Sunday morning, first thing, no more cable, no more baseball.

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Something is up. Whenever she is this sweet she's hiding something. I got a backrub, a home cooked meal and she practically chased me up to bed. She must have bought something really big this time. She hasn't worked this hard to soften me up since she decided she needed a sports car.

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He doesn't suspect a thing! I will just go read in my room when it's time for the game, and act all surprised and hurt that he isn't happy that I took him seriously when he said cut back on the spending. He can yell for a minute, and then he can spend the afternoon making it all up to me. Let's see, make love, then off for an expensive dinner, maybe dancing, if we aren't too tired. Why didn't I think of this sooner?

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Something is definitely up. We went out for brunch, as usual. Walked along the river. Then home, and she went off to read. No pouting, no complaining, no begging me to skip the game.

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Just as I get settled and am reading, minding my own business, letting him do whatever he wants, he starts shouting. Demanding I come downstairs. I take a moment to make sure I don't giggle and spoil the whole thing, and then wander down, trying to look innocent and a little confused.

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I cannot believe she would go this far. She canceled the damn cable. We get maybe three local stations, all poorly, without cable. I called to complain that it was out and they informed the "missus" had arranged for service to be terminated today. She knows this is the playoffs. Then she has the nerve to stroll in here like nothing is wrong, just can't imagine why I am yelling. I sent her upstairs to wait for me, in the corner. I need to calm down before I go up. The whole explanation about saving money and doing it for my own good was the final straw.

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He is being such a jerk about this. I knew he would get upset, but I figured it would blow over, he would see the humor in it and then we would make up. It's only one lousy game. I hope he hurries up; I hate waiting in the corner, like a little girl. I hate waiting almost as much as I hate what I'm waiting for.

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She looks so pathetic, in the corner, skirt up, panties down, sniffling. If I didn't know it was all an act calculated for sympathy I'd be ready to gather her up and forgive her. We both learned the hard way that doesn't work for us. I don't know about other couples but if she doesn't get her bottom paddled good and hard every now and then she just escalates.

I pull a chair to the middle of the room, no laying on the bed in comfort, this is a punishment, and a well deserved one at that. When I call her to me, she shuffles, panties around her ankles, and stands with her head down, the picture of remorse. I point, and she gingerly drapes herself across my lap. No lecturing, I start spanking, good and hard.

By the time the tears start her bottom is red and I pull the paddle out of my back pocket. It has been a long time since she has gotten a serious punishment. By the time I work my way down the back of her thighs she is begging for mercy, promising to be good, and swearing the cable will be back on tomorrow. I figure if she can still talk I'm not finished. It only takes a few more minutes to reduce her to uncontrolled sobbing. I let her rest over my lap for a moment until her sobs have quieted enough to hear me. Then I tell her the rest of her punishment. She has five minutes to wash her face, get dressed and meet me downstairs. We're going down to the local tavern to watch the rest of the game.

There will be no complaining, or we will come home and start over.


Now if the voting will work great, if not come back tomorrow and try. Here are your choices
Cassie
Lori
Mina
Maggie
Anonymous







Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Baseball"?

Cassie
Lori
Minna
Maggie
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Written by PK at 8:30 PM

13 comments

13 Comments:

At 7:27 AM, Blogger Terpsichore said...

I love waking up to read Fantasy Friday! I took my guess as to who wrote it, though I admit I am not usually very good at guessing. :-)On a side note - it is SNOWING here...the beautiful spring lasted a few days and I so enjoyed seeing the blue skies and sunshine...back to winter -sigh Please take care, Terpsichore
:-)

 
At 8:39 AM, Blogger Debbie :) said...

Great story and how timely since baseball season opened this week. Its snowing here, too! After 50 degrees yesterday. (sigh)

Debbie :)

 
At 9:15 AM, Blogger Greenwoman said...

I don't have a guess for this one at all, but I really did like this story alot. Nice job!

 
At 10:51 AM, Blogger Span King said...

I have no clue but it definitely was a fun read. Thank you.

 
At 3:17 PM, Blogger mthc said...

Good story..and it's 77 degrees here!

 
At 5:46 PM, OpenID wilhelmina said...

A great story. I am such a practical woman and the whole spoiled brat thing I don't get so I am onside with the male character.

Hugs
Mina

 
At 7:18 PM, Blogger Jessica said...

I have no idea who itcould be! It was really fun story though.
-Jess

 
At 7:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a great story!!

 
At 7:32 PM, Blogger padme amidala said...

Great story! I voted for who I thought wrote it.
BIG HUGS
padme amidala

 
At 10:06 PM, Blogger Theresa said...

God bless PK, Nick, Eva, Adam, and baseball. I voted!

Huggs
Theresa

 
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At 10:09 AM, Blogger Marcus said...

I had a girlfriend that seemed to want me to ignore sports for her. While I wish I could have lived this story, in her case, we just ended up eventually moving apart. In many ways, this story was almost too good to be true. ;)

 
At 1:47 PM, Blogger Paul said...

PK, did she really think she could get away with that, as neat a piece of bratting as I've seen in a long while.
I really enjoyed it.
I've voted
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.

 

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