Fantasy Friday - Father Knows Best, II

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Today's the day. We will be moving Mollie into her dorm today. She's excited, I'm excited. I know it will be a hard day for me. I felt this way when each of them began kindergarten too. They were just excited, I'm excited and apprehensive. But all will be well. She is smart, capable, nearly 19 and friendly (not to mention beautiful!) she will do great and I will too. Now let's see what all this empty nest talk is about!

I have a different Fantasy Friday for you today. It's time to take a stroll through the past - head back to the 50's, to a more traditional time when men were the head of the household and women were glad of it!

Please enjoy...

Father knows Best

Helen pealed off her gloves and put her hat in its box. She enjoyed getting out of the house to attend the monthly Ladies Society meetings but it did throw her a little behind on dinner preparations.

As she hurried to the kitchen she thought of what her friend Peggy had talked about at the meeting.

“I always send my little one’s a note in their book bags or lunch boxes.” She had explained, “I want them to know their mother is thinking of them.”

‘I’ve never even thought of that’ Helen mused to herself. ‘But tomorrow I’m sending each of the kids a note too.’ Helen loved her children very much. Deep down she wanted to be known as the best mother on the block.

Dinner was barely in the oven when she heard Clark coming in the front door. As he pushed open the kitchen door Helen turned from the stove.

“Oh dear,” she said “I guess I’m in trouble now.”

“Is that so?” Clark said putting down his briefcase. “And just what have you done now to get yourself in trouble now?” he asked grinning at his lovely wife.

Helen answered his grin with one of her own “Now don’t make it sound like I am always getting myself in trouble! The Ladies Society met today and I was late getting home so your dinner isn’t ready. Are you going to starve? It’s going to be another half hour.”

“I don’t know what this world is coming to.” Clark shook his head in mock despair. “We give you ladies permission to form your clubs and see what comes of it? You hen’s got to clucking and now every man in town is eating late.”

Clark stalked toward her, glint in his eye “Maybe a trip over my knee would keep me and my needs in your mind the next time all you girls are together.” He grabbed her arm and slid his hand to her waist.

“Silly” she laughed at him, blushing slightly. “You just go relax a bit and I’ll have supper on the table in no time.”

Clark kissed Helen on the nose and headed to the living room to read his paper. Soon enough Helen was calling to the children to wash up and come to dinner.

Late that evening after the dishes were done Helen packed lunches for Susie and Mark. Sitting at the kitchen table she wrote a note for each of them telling them to have a good day and that Mother was thinking of them. On the spur of the moment she decided to write one to Clark too.

To the most handsome man in the world, I just want you to know that I have been thinking of you all day. Your rock hard body, your exploring hands, and your sexy eyes. I can’t wait to experience all three tonight. I hope you will be thinking of me all day as I will be thinking of you. Your little sweetie, Helen

Slipping it into an envelope she tucked it into his briefcase. With any luck it would put him in a loving mood for the next evening.

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The next morning was the usual rush of getting the children dressed, fed and out the door to the bus. As Clark left for work Helen kiss had lingered a bit and she said “I’ll be thinking of you today!” Causing Clark to leave the house with a bemused smile on his face.

Opening his briefcase around 10:00 Clark found an unfamiliar envelope within. He opened it to read,

I just wanted you to know that Mommie is thinking of you today. Be a good boy and mind the teacher. Warm cookies when you get home.

Love,
Mommie

‘What on earth’ Clark wondered. At that moment Miss Sanders buzzed in “Mr. Anderson, there is a call for you on line 2. It’s Mark’s school.”

“Put it through.” Clark told her.

“Clark Anderson” he answered crisply. “Well hello, Mr. Coffee what can I do for you?” Clark asked Mark’s principal.

“Mark thought the note must be for his teacher…?”

“He gave it to Mr. Davis…?

“From my wife you say…?

“I’ll be right there.”

Grabbing his had and coat Clark hurried from the office.

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Helen hear the front door slam at the same instant she heard Clark shout “Helen where are you?” What on earth had brought Clark home in the middle of the day sounding so angry? Helen hadn’t even had time to answer his shout when he burst through the kitchen door, red faced with his normally handsome features screwed in to an intently angry expression.

“Honey, what’s wro…”

Clark cut her off. Slamming the note onto the counter in front of her he began “Can you tell me what on earth possessed a lady to write such a note?”

“Oh Clark, it was just a little joke. I didn’t think you would mind a little private note. Oh no!” she exclaimed, “You didn’t open it in front of someone else did you?” Her mind shrank in shame at the thought of one of his colleagues getting a glimpse of her note.

“No, I didn’t open it in front of anyone! You didn’t send it with me, you send it with Mark! He though a note must be for his teacher. Needless to say Mr. Davis was stunned to read it and passed it along to the principal who in turned called me. Helen how could you have written such an unladylike note and then been so careless as to send it to school with your son?”

As he had begun speaking Helen’s hands had flown to her mouth in horror as she realized what she had done! But as Clark ended with a reference to being unladylike and careless – two of his pet peeves with her one hand had unconsciously reached around to protect her behind. She had no doubt what was coming.

“Oh Clark, I don’t know how I could have made such a mistake! I am so sorry; you have to know how sorry I am.”

Clark reached into the drawer for the large wooded spatula. “All I know is that you are going to be a lot sorrier in a minute!”

Almost before she could realize it Helen found herself over her husband’s lap. Clark flipped up her dress and began spanking with earnest on her panty clad bottom. The make shift paddle created an incredible burn that made it nearly impossible for Helen to understand any of the lecture Clark continued with.

She seemed to catch a word here or there…

“Embarrassing… unladylike… careless… improper…”

But the burn on her seat was consuming all her contraction and causing her to cry out “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please Clark, please stop!!”

Clark stopped but did not let her up. “Young lady are you sure you have learned your lesson?”

“Oh Clark, I have! Truly I have – I won’t be careless again. I promise! And I’ll always be a lady. I will honey, I will. Please let me up!”

“You be still” Clark told her in a much calmed tone than he had used before. “I’ll let you know when I’m through.” He massaged her bright red bottom through her panties. Slowly he helped her to her up and pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried softly into his shirt front.

“Helen honey, you know how much I love you. But I have a responsibility as the head of the family to see that every member of this family conducts themselves appropriately. You are my wife and the example of a lady for your children. You understand why I had to spank you don’t you?”

“I understand” Helen admitted, “I don’t like it much” she added as she rubbed her sore seat. “But I understand.”

“Good” Clark said. “Now I have to get back to work.” He announced setting Helen back on her feet. As he reached the door he looked back and Helen. Her red rimmed eyes and her chastised look touched him and he turned back to her.

Wrapping his arms around her once again he whispered in her ear. “Although the note was totally inappropriate the content and thought behind it was sweet and very thought stimulating. Once the children are in bed tonight you can give me a full explanation of what you were thinking as you wrote it.”

With a final loving pat to her bottom Clark was out the door and gone. Tingling now in several places Helen couldn’t help smiling to herself and she looked forward to an special evening.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I really hope you enjoyed the story this week because I wrote it. I really can't take full credit. A friend sent me the idea and suggested I try a story from the 5o's. I liked the idea and decided to give it a try. This is what I came up with.

I also hope some more of you are out there writing and that you will be willing to share your stories with us. Please send any contributions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com