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It's going to be an exciting, and romantic, weekend!
Whew. Now that we've gotten all of that out of the way, let's talk about romance.
When I was a child, my mother had a friend named Mabel who was a widow. When I was about ten, Mabel met a man and fell in love. The two of them, both in their early seventies, came to visit. They cuddled up on the couch like a couple of lovebirds and looked so happy. When it was nearly time to leave, Mabel's fiance went out in the snow to start the car so his true love would be warm and cozy.
I had never seen anything so romantic or chivalrous and I vowed that I when I met a man who did that, I'd marry him.
Fast forward several decades. I had met someone new and on our first date he took me to a New Year's Party. When it got late, we agreed to leave in about fifteen minutes. A couple minutes later I saw him digging through his coat pockets. I thought "I didn't say we needed to leave right away. What's he doing?"
He pulled the car keys from his coat pocket and head for the door. A jolt went throught me and I remembered the senior citizen lovebirds sitting on my parents' couch...and I remembered my promise to myself...Of course I kept that promise and we were married a few months later. And someday we'll be senior citizen lovebirds sitting on the couch too.
Why is this gesture so romantic? I think it's because women like to feel cared for and cherished...even if the way their man shows it is to warm their backside instead of their carseat.
Here's an excerpt from my new release, Underwear Probation, which I think shows the care a man should take of the woman he loves:
In
the shiny finish of the desktop Daisy saw Reece’s reflection as he reared back
for another swing---a wooden ruler in his hand. She’d be sure to throw that
thing away the first chance she got.
She
could not believe that he was making such a game out of this when just a few
feet away, anyone, including her boss, could come to her door and see this
little domestic scene playing out across her desk. She’d never work in this
city again.
She
stiffened her resolve knowing that the quickest way to end a spanking was to
keep quiet and hold still.
Daisy’s
fingers clung to the edge of the desk for support and Reece continued to redden
her bottom. The flat wood of the ruler made concentrated stripes of heat across
her butt. He moved rhythmically up and down one cheek and then the other. Daisy
wriggled her toes in her shoes and bit her lip, but she didn’t cry out.
A
couple more smacks to the tops of her thighs and he was finished. He covered
her stinging backside with her skirt.
Silence
filled the office but Daisy kept her face pressed to the desk.
“You
can get up now.”
Daisy
quickly stood and through sheer force of will, looked at Reece instead of the
door.
“Come
stand here.” Reece beckoned her with his outstretched hand. Knowing the penalty
for disobedience, she complied.
His
words rasped in her ear and Daisy was sure she could hear disappointment in his
voice.
He
turned Daisy to face him but her eyes were downcast. “I’m sorry. I should have
known you wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“How
could you not trust me, Daisy? Haven’t I always done my best to protect you?”
Even
though it had been a short spanking, Daisy’s butt burned. However, the pain
disappeared and was replaced with shame over hurting her husband. Reece valued
trust above all else in their relationship and she had fallen short.
Unsure
of what to say, Daisy raised her eyes and looked to Reece for guidance. Disappointment
washed over her and a tear trickled down her cheek.
Reece
gathered her in his arms. “I know you’re sorry.” His hands stroked her hair.
“But we’re in this together. You need to remember that we’re a team.” Daisy
nodded her head and snuffled into her husband’s neck.
Underwear Probation, as well as my other books, is avaiable on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
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