Fantasy Friday Revival - Baby Boomers Switchin' in Up

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Welcome to another Fantasy Friday. I'm just trying to provide a little escapism in your day. This is another story from Kaylynn. She wrote a lot for us back in 2009, so I know the stories will be fresh and new for many of you. Stay safe and enjoy...

Baby Boomers Switchin' it Up

The cabins were to be renovated before the spring. It was fall. Laid off after years of working hard at a financially high paced career John took the woodworking job to get back to basics. Their youngest had left for college this fall. Her college had been paid off over ten years ago. They needed to downsize any way. Their family home needed some new blood and they barely managed to sell it in the face of the current economy. Marian knew intellectually how necessary the changes had become. She just wanted to spend at least one more season in their home. And she would prepare herself. John’s being laid off was more than she could take. She’d done well by him and the kids. She felt she deserved some Marian time in her house. It was never to be. Conversely she’d become trapped while he had been freed. For endless weeks they were lost to each other. At least she was lost to him.

John had decided to take a job as a cabinet maker at an upscale resort in the mountains near the capitol. Marian was embarrassed about being scared. Truth was she feared change, always had. And currently there was no dealing with her most times on any levels. John suggested she get some counseling before they left, just to talk about her empty nest, his job status change and her obvious seemingly insurmountable anger or her maddening numbed out mode. John wondered what the hell he was thinking putting the two of them together in a two bedroom cabin alone for months on end. He remained hopeful that she’d get a grip on herself. His energy level improved each day he awoke without the cares of the investment firm. He finally had clarity in his life and vowed to have hope and energy for the two of them.

Marian had made the mistake of entering into a dd lifestyle with her husband two years ago at her suggestion. She saw this as a mistake now because she knew she was expected to be on board and she no longer had it in her. She wanted to feel they were a team and that John was in charge of their team. But she just couldn’t shake all this anger. It was supposed to be different. She didn’t need change; she was too young to be looking retired. Hell she was in her mid 40’s! Their friends and neighbors would no longer be a quick walk or drive away. John was making Marian leave the party early and she was determined to stay. She wanted to be at his side but her mind wandered.

Her comments were laced with sarcasm the morning of the closing. That late afternoon they’d be headed to the mountains. John had built in some extra time for the two of them before they drove away together. He was determined to bring her under his wing despite her in trepidation. She couldn’t stand to be in the house with no furniture. The emptiness mirrored her heart. She couldn’t wrap her mind around being in the car for hours with him. She blamed him. She didn’t consider where they’d be living their home. He found her grumbling and mumbling to herself walking through the backyard. She loved to be outside but she didn’t make the time for it. Living on the mountains would be perfect for her, he thought as he watched her lips moving like a mad woman’s.

And so he jokingly yelled to her, “Woman! Who are you speaking to?” She startled, shrugged and the she went away from him which wasn’t the thing to do. John marched was determined to end this now. He stomped down the deck into the back yard walking furiously toward her. The leaves crunched in the grass under his boots and her heart beat faster hearing his approach. She serpentined a bit, as if that would throw him off her course. It didn’t matter there was no purpose but to delay maybe seconds of their fated encounter.

“Enough…. Enough already!” He used the Greek accent and voice from her favorite movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. He would make one attempt at humor before he’d take her in hand. She felt him behind her and the hairs on her arm began to rise. She defiantly refused to turn around. But she should have because her window of opportunity had been slammed shut and locked. He folded his arms and just stared at her. How was it that this beautiful woman and mother of his children could behave like a child? She had purposefully wrapped herself so tightly she left herself no where to run or even turn. And while he had never embraced the corporal discipline aspects of their dd marriage, he smiled inside. His recourse was boundless. He believed non dd husbands would be headed for divorce attorneys eventually given these circumstances. He knew that would never happen with them. And he was grateful.

“Inside. Lean over the island. Hands on top. Wait. I’ll be outside trimming the willow tree.” His voice was low and quiet and didn’t register with her for half a minute she turned around and just stared with her mouth opened slightly. Stalling, she licked her full lips like it was a full time job. Furious with him, her sleek lined eyebrows arched than tried to touch. As if in slow motion, her eyes narrowed just enough to really piss him off. There was no contest here and she’d find that out.

“Now” and his voice boomed and she jerked around hoping her last moments in the backyard bore no witness. Because she was sure she’d die of humiliation. She’d asked John time and again to deliver spankings that were not just erotic. Instead he used tones of voice and looks and while that was great, she needed more from him. She needed to feel overwhelmed by his power. It was what she’d felt she needed with every fiber of her being. And this moment had come and she couldn’t move her feet. (Later she would think, how do women do this all the time? And later she found out.) But our story continues as John becomes infuriated that she dare stand there like a deer in a headlight. Didn’t she know he wanted to thrash her within an inch of her life? He took three strides toward her and she backed up at least that. He reached out his hand and she stared at it and him.

“Consider this your last warning ever! Take my hand and I’ll walk you to the house” his voice was so naturally powerful she was shocked she felt herself getting wet. And the warmth hard to find that cold fall day, was spreading all over her. She took two baby steps toward him and tried to reach for his hand. “You’re done!” And with that his patience snapped. Taking her right forearm tightly in his left hand he forced her to walk backwards up to the house. If she didn’t have the sense to turn around, then fine! His pace was quick and she was disoriented on many levels. Sliding the patio door open none too gently, he barked at her to step up so she wouldn’t trip moving backwards into the house. John let her turn around to walk up the stairs on their deck. He marched her over to the bar stool and slapped her open her palms on the marble island. He spun around and walked out again into the yard there were some nice low switches that would slice through her fog. It had certainly worked on him as a child.

She didn’t know what to think. She’d been in a fog since before the closing. And now this man was making a switch from their willow tree! Her palms slid across the top of the counter as she tried to look out the windows. Her muscles quivered everywhere. Her mouth felt dry as she began to breathe unevenly through it. Then with terror she saw him stalking up their backyard with a handful of willow switches. The leaves were flying off the branches like little birds following him to the house. He’d always used his hand and once she asked for his belt. But she had no idea what this was going to feel like physically. She wanted to run but where? She could run to the car. What then, lock the doors and drive away somewhere without him? Where would she go? She felt lost and started to choke out a cry. Just then the glass door opened and the sound of his heavy boots bounced all over their empty walls and floors. That really got her to start crying. She didn’t want him to know so she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve then immediately put her hand back down on the island countertop. She tried to stare straight ahead. She didn’t want to see his eyes. But she caught him in her periphery and knew he knew she must’ve been crying. She lost that battle but hoped he’d have a little mercy knowing she’d been crying.

“Now let me get this straight” and he pulled up a stool and sat on it like a cowboy. Her knees started to feel very weak.

“I told you not to move and I come back to watch you putting your hand back on the island. You must have no respect left for me anymore Marian.” She started to shake her brunette covered curls. She continued to shaker her head slowly in a determined manor.

“NO!….you shake your head No! My God girl you’ve truly lost yourself.” He sounded surprised at her stubbornness.

“I didn’t mean that” her voice sounded weak and scared.

“Enough Marian. Now get on your tip toes and arch your back.” His words had been whispered and sounded menacing. She shivered all over before slowly being obedient.

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god raced through her mind while her heart flew through her chest and kept pounding. She tried to grip onto the marble, but it was flat. He got up very slowly and came around her other side and whispered.

“Up on those toes now. I’d hate to have to ask the new owners to wait outside while I finished with you.” The thought of being embarrassed sent her up on the balls of her feet in a second. “Now I want you to point your ass which I now own, up to the ceiling. And keep it there until I say so.” Oh shit oh shit oh shit. She let her forearms support her upper body and bit her lower lip.

“You’d better unbite that lip Missy. There’s going to be some force coming your way.”

He walked back behind her loving this moment. He let her stay right there while he set down the switches in front of her eyes obviously taunting her. She closed her eyes pretending she wasn’t there. He placed his hand on top of the small of her back and pushed down giving resistance to her tip toes. She shot back up with his release. Good he thought. He kept his left hand there and sized up that perfect little target. And with great joy and hope of better days he began in earnest.
SLAP! The noise had no where to go except into her brain as it to bounced off every appliance and wall. This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not her last minutes in this house they had shared for the past sixteen years. She felt like lightening struck on her right cheek and she shrieked a bit and jumped forward.

“Back up toward me!” and he cracked her again on her left.

“I said Back” SMACK! “Up” WHACK! Then he was taking his time, sparing his palm for the long term goal. He never felt better about something he thought he’d never feel good about. He’d delivered at least ten on each side and thank god he played tennis. He found a formidable pattern of swats to break her resistance. He was a natural. At first Marian began to cry from the pain in her heart, than her backside. Her legs bounced up and down like she wanted to jump. Then she’d stop herself to receive another. Her fingers were spread wide as were her eyes and she was staring at the ceiling thinking the pot hanger would fall down on top his head and save her from further assault on her pulsating ass.

“It’s time to take your jeans and underwear off Marian. Turn around and face me while you do it.” She was so furious at this humiliating request. How dare he expect her to even look his way? She whipped around, her eyes full of tears and she wiped them again with her sleeve, her nose too. She glared at him for only a second because is eyes had a new look of determination. Her eyes dilated in response to new power he now possessed. He was totally turning her on. She then looked at the floor and began to unbutton her jeans, then unzip them too slowly. She was now realizing that he’d see how wet she’d gotten. She didn’t want to reveal that to him, not now when she felt so emotionally distant from him. He watched totally turned on. She shimmied from side to side to pull down her jeans and not her underwear. It took some work as she had a beautiful ass and wore jeans that were snug. It hurt like hell when she pulled her waist band over the fatty part of her cheeks. And she tried to quiet her continuing crying as she did this. He deserved no satisfaction to see her wince. Her anger still shone.

He left his position to get the switches. She followed him with her body turning on her heels. She was afraid for what she thought he’d do next. She stifled a gasp when she saw his reach. She had actually forgotten they were there while willing the pot hanger off the ceiling. She gulped before following his body back to his former position. “Step out of those jeans” his voice was gravelly and hard like concrete. She was terrified and in her fantasy heaven. Her brain was on slow these daze, but especially at this moment. John had mesmerized her with his power. “Now! And that insipid staring is going to cost you more punishment!” His voice boomed throughout the empty house. She refused to stand in their kitchen naked from the waste down. Marian was not a naked’s-ok kinda gal. So she very slowly reached down to her bent leg and pulled off one cowboy boot. She wanted to throw it at his head but she knew it shouldn’t get uglier than where it was going. She let it drop. It echoed and she startled but hurried to get off the other boot. God she felt more vulnerable with him now than she ever had. It was scaring her and making the inside of her thighs slippery.
She just kept staring and once again became very aware of her throbbing red ass.

“Now I’m going to talk Missy and you will end up singing, I guarantee it. Now back around and back up on those toes.” And he moved his index finger in the downward position in a circular motion while the stripped branches followed from below. She reluctantly turned around not wanting anything to do with a switch. Let alone a handful of them. The last time she’d ever felt that sting was when she was a small child and she remembered it wasn’t fun. She braced herself for what was to come: the switches and conversation.

“So Dear” SWOOSH CRACK!! Streaks of lava had kissed her bottom.

“Aaaaooowwww you Bastard!” Marian couldn’t help herself. This hurt beyond anything she had every experienced.

“Oh Marian…..” He sounded truly disappointed for her. Again the branches sliced through the air and landed exactly where they hadn’t been on her sit spot.

“Arghhhhhh John I’m sorry!!!” She was choking on her dry throat now and the sound was awful. She stood up and twirled around quick in her stocking feet on marble floor. He reached for the back of her neck and turned her around and pushed her firmly back to the island.

“Move again and it’s five more after the doorbell rings” She thought she’d wet her pants the thought of that was too much. She couldn’t keep herself quiet.

“OK OK Just help me through this. I can’t get through this.” They both knew she referred to the physical as well as the emotional.

“Help you, fine. Let’s talk.” And he switched her half heartedly on one side then quickly they came again on her other. She danced hopping from leg to leg then pumping them up and down. No where to go… and she began to cry a gut wrenching bottom of the well cry. Her ass was on fire and it was the most life she had allowed herself to experience in six weeks. She started to emerge.

“Marian, tell me what you’re most afraid of.” She was too embarrassed to even admit it to herself. He would literally have to beat it out of her because ….SMACK his hand became welcome in comparison to the switches. But he had jarred so hard she skidded with her stocking feet hip to island. WHACK!!!

“OW Damn you John” WHACK!!!...... CRACK!!!!......

“Start talking or I pick up the switches and won’t stop ‘til I’m tired.”

“Alright, please don’t the sting is killing me.” She was going to half to say it, for both their sakes. This whole thing was too crazy for the moment. They should be walking room to room reminiscing.

“I’ll never fit in again, anywhere!! OK are you happy! I’m old now and everybody there has there life and I’m

 just a side show now. No kids, no way to meet people. We’ll be cooped up for months in the mountains.” She covered her mouth now and cried through her fingers. She didn’t want the words to be said to begin with and to hear them choked out between tears while her butt was flaming hot was too much for her to maintain her usual composure. Her words hit him in the gut. While he was doing leprechaun side kicks in the air for the opportunity to be with her all the time and out of the fucking rat race, she had been suffering. Truly suffering and he hadn’t caught it, not the depth of it. Someone should kick him in the ass.

“Oh baby,” and he had put his hands on her heaving shoulders and leaned into her ear. In a voice that penetrated rational and irrational thoughts she heard, “You have no idea how, for the first time, ever, I want to fit in with you. I want to be with you. We’ve been apart most everyday since we started this marriage and I miss you.” Her cheek had been resting on the island. She felt exhaustion and relief saying those words. He brushed away her hair to find her imploring eyes. She moved her moist hand from her saliva filled lips….

”Really?” She looked as if there could be only that one truth. All others would crumble her heart.

“Marian, I’ve never been happier and I’m sorry that I didn’t make it glaringly obvious. It’s all about you babe!” She pushed herself up slowly and she wrapped her arms around his chest. He kissed the top of her head while pulling her even closer than she thought she could be. They stood there a long time holding each other. This moment would forever fortify their already strong marriage. He began to rock her side to side and to sing their favorite song from the movie Casablanca, “you must remember this … a kiss is but a kiss…” He sung the song through twice while they danced slowly in their kitchen.

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