Jim finished her spanking and surprisingly Kate didn't get up from his lap right away. He was pleased Kate took her punishment well. Kate didn't make a sound as the tears fell from her face.
Jim really had to admire her for that....admire her as well as love her. He took no pleasure in spanking her but honestly felt that Kate needed a strong hand to keep her in check.
Just as Jim finally admitted to himself that he needed a woman to love, to truly love and share his life and thoughts with.
Everything changed when this well dressed, highly organized, refined and classy bitch, Katherine Mavis Ryan, a truly difficult woman with an acid tongue moved in to be his housekeeper.
While he first considered it, Jim was amused with himself for contemplating the idea. He was then surprised afterward by bringing it up to her, and then bemused for her agreeing to it.
Jim was delighted with their verbal jousting, when Kate lashed him with her acid tongue, shaking her finger in his face and calling him a troll and ogre and more; she did without profanity, and while she was doing it he was thinking, 'Katherine will be a lovely challenge to explore'.
Jim was looking forward to an interesting year to break up his routine of living alone. There was no doubt in his mind he could handle Kate and it would be interesting to see if Katherine could handle him. He knew from experience that Kate was tough in her own way.
Day by day, living with her, Jim came to realize that his boys, his business; his hobby of tinkering with cars was no longer enough.
It was the little things about Kate that Jim started to notice, such as how Kate's hair shone in the sun the first thing in the morning in the kitchen when she stood by the kitchen window.
Jim drank his coffee or tea from the same chipped clay mug while Kate preferred one of his mother's dainty bone china cups and saucers, choosing a different one every day . Kate stirred the milk and sugar into her tea or coffee counter clockwise.
Kate held her cup in two hands when she brought it up to her lips, taking a small sip, a hint of a smile on her pretty face; the first sip of coffee in the morning was with closed eyes, a little smile followed a contented murmured sigh.
Kate would tug on her ear and frown when she was concentrating on something and especially when she was reading something. This often was followed by a smile. This was always the case when Kate figured out the ending before she finished the book, the Mystery she was reading, she would put the book on her lap and unconsciously hug herself before continuing.
Kate loved Murder Mysteries or any Mysteries for that matter which required problem solving and thinking, including the daily crossword puzzle in the paper.
Jim adored the way Kate gave her head a little toss and smiled during the two games shows they watched together after the news when Kate answered the question before him; Jim loved seeing her smile, desiring to kiss Kate's full and luscious lips each and every time.
Yes, after Gina, and up until Kate, Jim had his share of women. He was honest with them about commitment; he always showed them a good time and treated them like ladies, the bedroom being the exception. The sex was always good for what it was, but there was no passion, no feelings of tenderness afterward.
It was a mutual dalliance, a good time, a non-committal tryst, their careers taking precedence. Jim never brought them home for a roll in the hay. If Jim didn't pick them up at their place, they met somewhere, a restaurant, a bar, the movies perhaps, to return to their place afterward. They often planned a week or a weekend together, traveling in the same car, flying to their destination together, or simply meeting there.
What really amazed and overwhelmed Jim were his feelings of simple tenderness he felt for Katherine, wanting to protect her from the world, just as he felt for Gina.
In his mind, Jim failed Gina; he didn't protect her as he should have. It was a throbbing intense guilt that faded with time until it was a dull ache, never completely going away, and Jim resolved that his penance was to live alone and never commit again.
Jim's heart was beating forcefully like a hammer on an anvil when he heard Kate scream from inside the locked garage. He gave it no thought when he crashed through the door to get to her.
And then, oh yes, and then, when he scooped Katherine up in his arms...scooped her up and realized Kate was safe....that secret place in his heart of hearts, that little door that he stubbornly kept locked burst from its hinges as his love burst forth to envelope her.
"I'm sorry Katherine, I warned you not to hit me with the broom. I did tell you what to expect when you moved in.
It's a shame all that lamb stew went to waste," Jim said, pretending to sigh while grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Jim?"
"Yes, Katherine?"
"I've never been spanked before."
"Katherine, you need to talk these things out with me first."
"Obviously," said, Kate, rubbing her bottom.
"Don't be afraid to speak your mind or ask me anything."
"Do you know what I think, Jim Brady?" He didn't answer. Kate continued, kneeling on the ottoman while facing to him, "you look ridiculous."
"Anything else, Kate?"
"Yes, sweetheart; take a shower and a nap while I clean up the mess. I'll call you when it's time to put the steaks on."
"No more tricks?" Jim asked.
"At least not for today, my bum can't take........."
When Kate went upstairs, she found Jim naked, sleeping on top of the covers. Kate went into the bathroom to clean and discovered he already cleaned the tub; the dirty towels and lamb stew saturated clothes were in the hamper; she was pleased with his thoughtfulness.
Kate was thinking, 'Jim can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, good, that means he's not angry with me. I'm sorry I doubted you sweetheart,' and Kate smiled, 'that spanking really stung, despite the fact you were holding back my no nonsense troll who quotes "Shakespeare", I love you Jim.'
Going back, Kate gently touched his face to wake him; Jim pressed her hand against his cheek and sighed, "What a lovely sight you are to wake up to Katherine. Will you reward me with one of your kisses? Even though I am no longer delicious now that I have washed off the lamb stew?"
"Let me be the judge of that," Kate answered while lying on the bed next to him. Jim took Kate in his strong arms for her to kiss him and she kissed his lips long and deep.
"Is it time to put the steaks on? I'm starving after being so nicely marinated with lamb stew."
"I'm sorry, Jim."
"There is nothing to be sorry about. It is over," he said, stroking her hair, "You took your punishment like a lady, Katherine.
I admire you for it, as I admire your fiery spirit...attacking me with a broom; what were you thinking?"
"I was so angry. I couldn't stand the thought of you with another woman. I love you Jim, you are mine. It wouldn't matter if you were poor. I would live again in a trailer if only to be with you."
"And I never thought I would fall in love again, Katherine.
I want no other woman but you. Your hair is so soft, and you feel so good in my arms, and...."
"And what, Petruchio?"
"You are mine, Katherine. I always hoped for someone to share this house with....to share my life with."
"Do you want to make love to me now?" Kate asked.
