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Sun, Spankings and Cherry Pie
Summer fun and discipline
By
Lemon Knight and Joy Standing
Day before Memorial Day, 12:00 p.m.
Backyard of Jacob's parents
Jacob was enjoying talking to his father about golf. They both shared the passion and frequently played together. Jacob's father, Clinton Weston, was 55 years old, and ran a hand through his still-thick hair, the silver at his temples catching the sunlight as he nodded at Jacob's comment about the new driver.
Jacob sipped an ice tea. It was cold all the way down his throat, refreshing. His father had an ice tea, too. While both Clint and Jacob played golf, Jacob and Abby frequently jogged together, and every Saturday he played basketball with some fellow bankers.
Clint mentioned going to one of the city courses. "I was surprised by City Centinel Golf Course. It was well kept and a few of the holes were quite challenging."
Jacob had played there, too. They both mention number 16 on the back nine, laughed and Clint went first. "What did you use"
"I went with a number 1 wood," Jacob said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Exactly. I used the same."
Jacob loved his father. And he got along ok with Irene, his step mother. His mom had died early from cancer. His father didn't remarry but he had been living with Irene for over 10 years.
Jacob heard a commotion and looked across the pool. Jacob's wife was holding onto Irene's sundress trying to stop her from falling into the pool. Irene was reaching toward Abby's hand when the sundress slipped through Abby's fingers. Irene yelled and made a large splash. Jacob and Clint started to get up but Abby waved them back, "I got this." Jacob thought Abby was beaming her smile. He wondered if something was up.
Clint and Jacob went back to telling golf stories and Abby and Irene went into the house. Abby was cleaning up the water off the kitchen floor when Irene returned to the kitchen in a dry sundress. "You shoved me into the pool."
Irene, did you hit your head? I tried saving you but the sun dress material slipped through my fingers"
Irene looked at Abby. "I'm not stupid."
Abby thought about that. Irene wasn't stupid. She was nosy, sometimes obnoxious, and usually condescending. Abby decided not to throw gasoline on the fire. "I didn't say you were."
"All I suggested is that Jacob is the only one of four brothers who has not sired a child. If you are not fertile there are clinics that specialize in fertility."
"Irene we are not having this discussion."
"I just saying nothing is more important than family. You're not getting any younger."
Irene picked up a pitcher of ice tea and went outside. Abby followed. Abby was fuming. Apparently, Irene didn't get the earlier message.
Jacob stared across the pool at his wife. Abby was beautiful. She wore a sundress with sunflowers and was talking rather loudly to Irene as they came out of the house, carrying a pitcher of ice tea. Irene was in a dark blue sundress that billowed everything the wind blew. Jacob saw the shove and Irene went into the pool. Jacob was positive Irene and Abby were not getting along again. Abby, went into one of her I'm so sorry looks when she knew damn well, she had just shoved Irene into the pool.
Jacob and Clint went to help Irene. Irene came up from being under the cool blue water, sputtering. She was flailing in the pool, her sundress darkening with water. Her ice tea pitcher floated in the pool.
Abby, looked at Irene, "Irene may be having a spell. She should get out of the wet things and lie down."
Clint and Jacob fished Irene out of the pool and she went inside to change into a new outfit. The current outfit clung to her large breasts showing off her nipples. The dark blue fabric, now plastered against her skin, had migrated in an unexpected direction, creating a visible crease that Jacob tried his best to ignore. "Dad, I think it is time for us to go. I'll see you and Irene tomorrow for the family get-together." Jacob, stood and walked around the pool and followed Abby into the house. "Abby, what just happened?"
Abby stammered, but answered "Irene's hair was on fire." Abby smiled and saw Jacob was not smiling back.
"Her hair was not on fire."
"Irene had a spell. Is she on any medication?"
"I saw you push her into the pool."
"Okay, It's hot today. The breeze is a bit warm. I thought Irene should take a dip in the pool. I thought it would help if she cooled off. So, I shoved her into the pool," Abby smiled.
"Apologize to Irene, gather your things, it is time to go. We will have a discussion when we get home."
Abby looked at Jacob and stated, "I will not apologize." Abby picked up her things and went to the car.
Day before Memorial Day, 2:00 p.m.
Home of Jacob and Abby
The drive home had been quiet especially, after Jacob pronounced Abby needed a good spanking. Not one of their playful, sexy spankings but a hard punishment spanking. Walking into their home, Jacob emptied his pockets and turned off his phone.
Jacob hugged his wife and kissed her. "You know I don't like spanking you. I can't believe you shoved Irene into the swimming pool."
"Sorry, a wood chipper wasn't handy."
"What? You don't mean that."
"No, I don't but she got under my skin and I may have over reacted a little bit."
"You may have? A little bit? You shoved her into the pool and did one of your cute looks saying you're so sorry. Do I want to know what you were talking about?"
"Probably not."
Jacob kissed his wife on the forehead. "Go take a long shower. When you are through, I want to find you standing spread-eagled in the bathroom air drying"
Abby started to say something and Jacob turned her around, pointed her to the bathroom and applied a firm hand to her backside.
Abby yelped and hurried to the bathroom. In the bathroom she removed the sundress pulling it over her head. She dumped it into the hamper. Her strapless bra and thong underwear followed. She pulled the shower curtain and gave the shower a command. "Turn on."
Abby checked her bottom in a full-length mirror. She thought her ass looked taut from the jogging she did regularly. She checked the water's temperature, asked for a four-degree increase, waited five seconds, and climbed into the warm water.
Abby started wetting her hair. Her red hair was thick and long. It fell pass her shoulders. She used shampoo and conditioner then started soaping her body. The last of the soap was going down the drain as Abby stepped out.
She wrapped her long red hair in a towel and assumed the spread-eagle position. She could feel rivulets of water running down her back. She could see rivulets running down her breasts and feel them continuing down her skin until they fell to the bathroom floor. Abby was to be thinking about the pending spanking. And she was. Why did she have to shove Irene into the pool in front of Jacob. She smiled. She noticed that she wasn't upset that she shoved Irene into the pool. Only that Jacob had saw it.
Jacob was watching Abby. He loved her breasts and though he could not see it, he loved her ass and hair. She was beautiful and he loved her. He didn't want to spank Abby but they signed an agreement and not to spank Abby would void the agreement. "What are you smiling about?"
Abby had not seen Jacob at the doorway. Well at least she wasn't talking to herself. "No reason." She still was spread-eagled as Jacob has not released her.
Jacob stepped into the bathroom and inspected his wife. She had wrapped her hair in a towel. That was ok. She was obeying the command within reason. Dry your hair, fix me a diet coke with ice, and bring it to me in the great room. Bring a set of wrist and ankle cuffs."
Still naked, but now dry, Abby came into the great room, placed a coaster on the wood end table closest to Jacob and placed his diet coke down on the coaster. The glass held the contents of a full can, 12 ounces. She handed Jacob her favorite cuffs. They were purple and made of soft suede. Jacob fastened the cuffs one at a time. The purple color was perfect against her skin. Jacob admired his work.
"I want you to find the hickory paddle, pick any wall in the bedroom put your nose against the wall and hold the paddle behind your back. I want the paddle touching your bottom and I want you thinking about why you are in this predicament. Any questions?"
"No sir."
Day before Memorial Day, 3:00 p.m.
Cozy bedroom of Jacob and Abby
Abby had her nose against the wall. The color was Swiss coffee and not for the first time did she wonder why. Swiss coffee seems so bland. She held the paddle with fingers of both hands. The paddle was touching both of her cheeks. Nothing says you're going to be spanked like having the paddle resting against your bottom. Abby thought about the confrontation with Irene. She could have been more adult like. The second dunking was probably too much.
Jacob quietly walked into the bedroom. Abby was out of control at his dad's today. She's a grown-up who decided to act like a petulant child. He loved her. But part of love was holding her accountable. That is why they developed a domestic discipline agreement. Abby was concentrating on something and she didn't even notice Jacob. Jacob clapped his hands.
Abby jumped, lost control of the paddle and it fell to the ground. She turned and saw Jacob. She quickly picked up the paddle. Jacob looked at his wife. He stood and opened his arms. She walked into his arms and was hugged. Her nipples felt Jacob's shirt material. Her lips felt his lips. Then Jacob stepped away, a familiar ache settling in his chest. He loved her fierce spirit, but today it had veered into recklessness. Part of their agreement, a framework built on trust and their unique desires, meant holding her accountable, even when it went against his natural inclination to simply hold her close.
He needed to have a discussion. "So, what were you and Irene arguing about?"
"She wanted to know when we were going to have a baby. She even asked if I was fertile. That's when I shoved her into the pool."
Well, granted, that is not her business. She has gotten under your skin in the past, and you have not shoved her into a pool."
"I might have, if one had been available."
So, tomorrow you will apologize. You will be happy and a wonderful co-hostess.
