The Vallandinghams

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The Vallandinghams

By

Lemon Knight and Joy Standing

Part 01

Monday, 6:00 AM

Home of James and Emma Vallandingham

Emma's phone woke her with the annoying wake-up alarm. It was time to start the day. One minute later, James's cell phone alarm went off (James likes sleeping in). James hit snooze and asks, "Is it 6:01 already?"

Emma, a dedicated high school teacher and loving mother of two, rolls over and gently patted her husband's chest. She toyed with his chest hair. "Afraid so."

James rolls into his wife and snuggles. "Lock the bedroom door. We can have some morning sex."

"We have children. We have to go to work. We are responsible people."

"But I have a problem." James pulled back the sheet, showing his pajama pants were tented.

"We do not have time to... answer the call of the wild. Take a cold shower," and Emma heads to the bathroom to freshen up.

James starts looking at his cellphone: emails, texts, calendar; and he doesn't need a cold shower after all. The tent was gone.

As Emma begins getting dressed, she starts with her boudoir chest, selecting silk high-cut panties and a bra. Meanwhile, James enjoys watching his wife dress and undress, a pleasure he never tires of. He slips on socks, jeans, and a blue oxford shirt. He slips his feet into running shoes, and hugs his wife from behind. "I like this pink lacy bra and the French panties." James slides his fingers along the lace.

"Not pink, rosa and not French, high-cut with lace trim. And, you say you like my underwear all the time but given the chance, you remove my bra and panties so fast my head spins. I wear intimate apparel to stimulate and titillate."

"And, do I love your tits." James squeezed the right bra covered tit and kissed her on the neck.

"Go. Go. Rouse the children. I have to finish dressing." James leaves to wake the kids. Emma continues dressing. Emma slipped into a dark blue blouse with a relaxed fit, V-neckline, and cap sleeves. She pulled on a pair of dark grey tailored trousers that fell just above her ankles. Emma put on her flat black Clark shoes. She went to her vanity and completed her look adding a simple gold necklace with a small pendant, a classic leather belt to cinch her trousers, strapped her TAG Heuer sports watch on her left wrist, brushed her hair and quickly did her make up. She added a pair of elegant gold earrings, which she picked up on her last visit to Florence, Italy.

Emma likes the professional look, so she checks the mirror one last time; the dark blue blouse highlights her own long, curly auburn hair. James loves her hair and the splash of freckles across her nose. Thinking of James brought her back to reality and she headed for the kitchen.

Emma is eating breakfast as James is checking backpacks and eating. Lilly and Max are eating. Rocky is under the table hoping for a snack. Emma puts a lunch in each backpack. James zips them shut. At 7:15 everyone leaves the house. Emma is taking Max (7) and Lilly (10) to school. They all pile into the Honda CR-V. James is taking Rocky for his morning walk. Emma will head to her high school after she drops off the kids at elementary school. James will head to his home office after walking Rocky.

Monday 8:00 AM

James' Home Office

James codes. With no meetings scheduled, James has a rare four-hour block of free time to focus on coding. As he works, Rocky settles into his oval-shaped dog bed across the room, a constant companion. James' iPhone rings. ""How's tricks?" James asked, after touching his speaker button to answer the call from Trixi, his boss's administrative assistant."

"Trixi is just fine, thank you. The boss is looking for the code you are working on."

"It is scheduled to be completed by noon today. I'll make the deadline."

"OK, he was just anxious."

"Tell Jack, He will have it within the hour."

"Always ahead of schedule. Thank you, James. Bye."

"You're welcomed. Bye."

Monday 8:01 AM

Harris High School

"Quiet," Emma said, giving her students a stern teacher look. "I'm sure you all had wonderful weekends, but you can catch up at lunch." Everyone went silent. Emma decided to shake up her class. "According to the syllabus you are to be prepared to discuss the great depression. Everyone, write a page on what they read. You have 20 minutes, begin." She heard groans but the class started to work.

Monday 2:45 PM

James' Home Office

"Rocky. Let's go pick up your favorite little people." Rocky didn't have to be told twice. Since the high school was still in session, James picked up the kids from the elementary school. He left a bit early to trade vehicles with Emma. His old pickup truck didn't allow for two children to be seat belted. He pulled up, waited in the line and Lilly and Max were seat belted in and taken home. Upon arrival everyone piled out and went to change out of school clothes into play clothes. Rocky went with the kids because they snuck him pizza crust on pizza day.

James goes to the library and lays out the Monopoly game, which is the National Parks edition. He and Emma were having some "us" time after the kids go to bed.

Monday 9:00 PM

Kitchen

As the evening winds down, James loads the dishwasher and starts it, the hum of the machine a soothing background noise. Just then, Emma returns from tucking in Lilly and Max, a look of exhaustion and relief on her face. She had a brown tote bag with small chickens around the top edge. It was filled with school papers. Emma emptied the stacks of papers onto the dining room table.

James, familiar with Emma's dedication to her students, noticed the stacks of papers and raised an eyebrow. 'That seems like a lot of work,' he said, concern etched in his voice. Emma sighed, 'I know, I'm really behind in grading papers.'

"Am I wrong or did we decide last week Monday nights would be our "us" time? I put my phone away, so it will not bother us. And as I remember, you were going to set aside the student's homework."

"Yes, that is right. I remember now. Where is your phone?"

"In the refrigerator inside a faraday bag. I also have a bottle of white wine chilling and the monology game set up in the library."

"OK, I forgot."

"When did we have the discussion about us needing to spend more 'us" time together?"

"I think it was Friday. It's not a big deal."

"What's not a big deal? The fact that you forgot? The fact that you brought home a pile of work to review on our first Monday night 'us" night? I'll go tuck in Lilly and Max. You go prepare the garage."

Emma's eyes flashed with a hint of rebellion, but she recognized the firm set of James' jaw, a sign that he wouldn't budge. She started to whine, but the look in his eyes silenced her, and she replied meekly, "Yes, Sir."

Monday 9:30 PM

Garage

With a sense of trepidation, Emma makes her way to the garage, the space transformed into a makeshift workshop where James indulges his passion for woodworking. The sweet, earthy scent of sawdust and wood stain envelops Emma, transporting her back to memories of James' woodworking hobby.

Emma turned on the lights and went to a shelf on the back wall. She found the plastic basket she was looking for and pulled it out. She pulled out a large beach towel and covered an empty work bench top. Next, she pulled out one of two pickleball paddles. Emma remembered James finding the wooden rackets at a thrift shop. She thought they were going to take up pickleball. Silly girl.

Emma removed her robe, folded it neatly, and placed it on the seat of a nearby chair. She stepped out of her sandals. Her pajama bottoms came off next. They were folded and placed on top of the robe. Her pink panties didn't offer much protection but she knew her husband well and slid them down her legs. She stepped into her sandals again and was ready. Her crop top allowed for maximum bare bottom viewing.

She jumped when the door closed.

James was still dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt. "Assume the position, please."

Emma walked over to the bench and bent over it. She felt her breasts touch the towel and stretched her arms across. She held on to the far edge.

James's eyes lingered on Emma's firm and beautiful bottom. He adored the way her curves fit perfectly in his hands, a familiarity that came from years of loving her. He picked up the wood pickleball paddle. It was a little bit large, an elongated version. It was 8 inches across, 16-1/2 inches tall, and a little over half an inch thick. The handle was 8 inches in length. The wooden implement weighed 13 ounces. James had sanded all the edges to be silky smooth. It wasn't his favorite paddle but you could leave it on a shelf in the garage and no one would guess it wasn't for pickleball.

James examined the paddle and Emma's bottom. He pulled back the paddle and brought it in hard striking her left cheek. James saw the bottom cheek lift and fall back in place. Emma let out a small cry. She hadn't been prepared for the first swat.

James swatted the right cheek. Emma cried out this time. The third stoke he applied to both cheeks. He saw them flatten and bounce back into place. James waited a minute and watched the hue of her flesh pinken. James struck both cheeks, again. Emma cried out and started crying. Just quietly crying because a wood paddle spanking was not pleasant. The fifth strike caused Emma to cry out, again. James waited a full minute and struck both cheeks one more time. Emma's crying became louder. Her bottom was bright red. James could see her bottom had some marks. He stepped back. "Emma, stand up and put your hands on top of your head and interlace your fingers."

Emma did as she was told. She knew her spanking was not over.

"Emma, go to the corner." Emma walked to the corner unable to put her nose in the corner because her arms were above her head.

Emma, why are you being spanked?"

"Because I forgot that Monday nights were 'us' time."

"Do you think you will remember next week?"

"Oh yes., Let's go play Monopoly. I'll even let you win."

"Good try. I think we'll wait 10 minutes before we resume."

"OK, but think of all that good monopoly time you are missing."

Monday 9:55 PM

Garage (Emma's tale)

My butt hurts. I've stopped crying, but I know it's only a temporary reprieve. James will spank me harder in a few minutes. Do I deserve this spanking? Yes. I had forgotten all about "us" time. Us time was important to me, too.

"Assume the position," James orders.

"Yes, sir." I walk over to the towel-covered bench, smoothed it out and laid across the bench on top of the towel. I feel my breasts squish as I grab for the far edge. I feel my bottom tighten.

"Emma, you are receiving six more. Please ask for each one and count."

I close my eyes. "May I have the first one, please? Ow, not so hard."

"Emma, I told you to count. That smack with the pickleball paddle did not count."

"What? No fair! It hurt like it counted."

"Emma, I told you the rules and you ignored them. Again..."

I took a deep breath. "Fine, may I have the first one. Please." I yelled as the paddled landed right on top of the last smack. "One."

"Better. Much better."

"May I have the second one, please?"

I screamed when the wood paddle struck my other cheek. I was crying but managed to count. "Two. My butt hurts. Please take it easy."

"Do you want extra?"

"No."

Then get on with it."

"May I have the third one, please?"

I felt the hard smack. I felt it strike both my buttocks. I cried more but did manage to say, "Four." My bottom was throbbing.

"Would you like the last two quick?"

"Yes, please. May I have five and six, please?" I learned a while back not to ask for the last one."

I felt the fifth spank strike both my buttocks and the sixth one struck my left cheek. "Five... Six."

I was crying, still holding on to the bench. My butt hurt.

"I will be in the library when you are ready. Take your time. You did well. Be sure to notate this in the punishment log."

Monday 10:25

Library

"James, would it be ok to do us time in the bedroom?"

James turned around and his wife was standing there in her robe. It was wide open and her panties, pajama bottoms and crop top were in her hand. "Yes, there are many things we could do in the bedroom that would count as us time."

"Many things? Such as?"

"We could straighten your shoe closet. Discuss world politics. How do you feel the US government is handing the Russo-Ukraine War?"

"I am standing here almost completely naked, and you think of the Ukrainian War. I'll pick the bedroom activity, thank you."

James watched his wife tie the robe closed and disappear out the door. Maybe he should have added naked monopoly?

Monday 10:32

Bedroom

James checked on the kids and came straight to the bedroom. The lights were low and James saw Emma laying on the white sheets of the bed. Her bottom was facing him. He locked the door and she kicked her legs a few times. James admired her bottom even though it was red and marked. It was beautiful. He climbed on the bed and laid down beside her. His head was flat on the sheets as he looked into her eyes. "Well, did you come up with an idea or two?"

"I was thinking sex."

"I like your thinking." James slid off the queen-sized bed and removed his shirt. He liked his body. It wasn't as muscular as when he played college football. He thought of the moment when football ended for him. He was running for the goal and a defender hit him hard. His left knee bent in an unnatural way. He shudders at remembering the sound of the knee cracking. He slipped out of his pajama bottoms and rejoined his wife in bed. They were a couple in college and she really helped him focus on school and rehab. He looked at her bottom and his cock started to enlarge. He slid back on the bed naked.

Emma looked into James' blue eyes and whispered, "I get top." She pushed him over and laid down on his chest. She grabbed his cock and it was hard. "Oh, one of us is raring to go." She crawled onto her husband and clamped her thighs around his cock. She kissed him.

James slowly slid to the night stand, careful not to unseat his wife. He pulled a bottle of lube out of the drawer. He squeezed the bottle and warmed the liquid between his hands and rubbed her breasts. He felt her nipples harden and gently squeezed each nipple. He used his thumbs to stimulate each areola. He pulled her up and kissed each nipple. He continued massaging her breasts, slipping his fingers underneath. He carefully lifted a breast and ran his tongue along the valley of skin. Emma twitched and moaned. James saw the flush rising on Emma's skin and knew she was getting aroused.

Still kissing James allowed his fingers to wonder to her navel. He used a little more lubricant and slipped a finger into her navel. He received a laugh. The next stop on his exploration was her perineum. He used several fingers to rub the skin. Then he slid two fingers into her vagina. It was moist almost wet and warm. His lube added to the slickness. It added to her enjoyment. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and slid her down his cock.

"Steady, slow... slow... slow. Oh my, I took all 24 inches."

James smiles at his wife's exaggeration. "You don't have to exaggerate. I am comfortable with my manhood."

Emma slides up the shaft and down the shaft. "How about a little reverse cowgirl?" Emma carefully and slowly turned around. Jason had a full view of her bottom in all of its marked glory. He did not touch it. He watched her raise her vagina and slide it slowly down his cock. She giggled.

"What was the giggle about?"

"Your circumcised head tickled. It almost fell out but I recovered and started the slow journey down the body toward the root. My vagina accepted all 18 inches."

"I thought it was 24 inches?"

"You are concerned how you measure up. Would you like me to go to the garage and get a tape measure?"

James laughed and felt the beginnings of a stirring. "I would... think... you have had enough garage... time tonight. Oh God."

Emma smiled at oh God. Why did men invoke the name of God? Emma convulsed, and bit her hand to stifle a cry. She didn't want to wake up the children.

James exploded. Emma felt James's warm release inside her. They collapsed. Emma turned around and slid off James. She kissed him. He kissed her. "I could use a shot of tequila," said Emma.

After catching his breath, James got up and put on his robe. He checked for the bedroom key in his robe's pocket. He left going to the kitchen and poured some sipping tequila, Don Julio for Emma. Returning to the bed room she was flat on the bed, bottom up and sound asleep. James set his alarm 10 minutes earlier giving Emma time to shower before the kids were awake.

James didn't want to go back to the liquor cabinet so he gulped the tequila and was immediately regretted it. The liquid inflamed his membranes.

END