Rosemarie

Rosemarie felt a jolt of apprehension mixed with anticipation when she returned from shopping downtown and her mother told her that they would be having an informal dinner at the Collier's that evening. William Collier had just had a large stone outdoor cooking pit built in his back yard and wanted to try it out. Therefore the Thorntons had been invited to an alfresco dinner with croquet afterwards.

Rosemarie wondered if she would be able to maintain an air of unawareness with Mr. Jake Collier in such close proximity. But, in a way that she'd never experienced before, she was anticipating being near him to see the reaction that she inspired in him.

Shortly before six the Thorntons arrived, with the ladies dressed in light linen dresses and the men in cool, white linen suits. The air of informality meant that the men dispensed with their shirt collars for the evening while Rose wore her hair down in a long thick braid which was drawn to the side and had wrapped a brightly colored red scarf around her hair as a headband.

Jake approved of the casual mode of her dress and hairstyle, thinking that she looked lovely with the headscarf matching the color of her red lips. An unbidden question as to whether her nipples might be the same vibrant shade suddenly crossed his mind, however he immediately pushed it out of his thoughts in order to maintain a casual attitude towards her. As it was, she had been seated across from Jake and to the right, so that he could keep her in his line of peripheral vision without appearing to focus on her.

In spite of the heat, the evening passed pleasantly with many compliments to Mr. Collier and the steaks that he'd prepared on the barbecue pit, which, in addition to the rest of the food made for a very satisfying meal. The discussion had turned to tennis, with Mr. Collier mentioning that Jake had made a name for himself amongst the younger players at his club in New York.

"Well, if you're hankering for a game, we had some fine courts installed at the country club just last year," Marion Thornton said. "I'd be happy to take you there over the weekend. Eve and Rose play too, Rose is a fine player if I do say so myself. Sometimes Eve and I will play against Rosie and Jim Tatum's son. Jim is the vice president at the bank"

"That sounds like a fine idea. Perhaps Miss Rosemarie would allow me to partner with her this weekend and the four of us could play," Jake said with studied casualness.

"Well, what do you think, Rose? Have you any plans for Saturday morning?" her father asked, secretly pleased that Jake had mentioned inviting Rose along.

"I was supposed to go to Maud Trimble's and look at her scrapbook from Europe, but I imagine I can cancel that without a great difficulty. Besides," Rose said, winking at Betsy, the Collier's sixteen year old daughter who was in the same class as Maud's younger sister, "I have it on very good authority that it's deadly dull and Maud just goes on and on about a convent that she visited in France."

Jake noticed the interaction and made a mental note of it to perhaps learn a bit more about Rosemarie without it seeming too obvious to his Uncle and Aunt. He was a bit surprised at her supposed athletic ability and wondered what other talents the quiet and heretofore somewhat aloof young woman might possess. Once again, this caused his mind to wander to the forbidden, so he tried to focus on the conversation that his uncle and Mr. Thornton were having about the stock market.

With dinner over, the two Collier girls and Rose, along with Jake, Mr. Collier and Mr. Thornton made their way to the wide expanse of the back lawn where the croquet wickets had been imbedded in the ground and began a game of croquet. Rose was quite good at this also, as Jake soon found out when she struck his ball so hard with hers that it took him four strokes to just get back into the game. However, he wasn't playing his best as he was constantly distracted. When Rose would bend over to tap her ball through a wicket, he couldn't help but notice the back of her dress as it draped over what he knew to be soft, shapely buttocks. In her delight over an excellent shot that her father made, she bounced up and down for a moment as she clapped her hands, wreaking havoc with his thoughts as he envisioned her lush, lovely breasts bouncing up and down under their innocent coverings. As she walked, the long braid swayed back and forth across her back, reminding him of her coiling her hair on top of her head just the night before, which had revealed the exquisite curve of her back and shoulders tapering down to her perfectly full hips.

The croquet game ended with Rose as the victor, and the Thorntons leaving shortly afterwards. That night, when almost all were in bed, the exchange between the watcher and the watched continued as Jake found himself waiting up until he observed Rose bathe herself once more. That night, he was treated to the sight of her smoothing talcum powder over her skin once she'd patted it dry from her ministrations. She caressed herself with the puff as she dipped it into the powder box several times, taking great care with her breasts and brushing away any excess powder from the area of her nipples. Jake found himself expelling into the handkerchief that he'd had the presence of mind to retain when he'd removed his clothing that evening, as he watched her dip the puff into the powder box and stroke it up and down between her thighs, beginning at her left knee and then moving up to the patch between her legs and completing the voyage down her right leg. He couldn't restrain the long groan that escaped his lips as he watched her turn, with the moon white globes of her perfect ass facing him as she twisted around in order to pat the puff upon them and then distribute the powder over them with light caresses of her hands. As Jake pumped himself dry into the handkerchief, he found himself fervently hoping that the weather would maintain a status quo for the remainder of his visit.

This pattern was established each night and Jake found himself thinking about Miss Rosemarie Thornton nearly every waking minute and then, having her invade his dreams at night. After one particularly vivid dream in which he would have sworn that he could feel her soft, soft body moving beneath his and her passionate moans in his ear, he had to get up and stand under the cool water of the shower in the bath adjoining his bedroom for a good fifteen minutes in order to get any sleep at all that night.

Rose, for her part, was having similar difficulties. While she found her nightly ritual incredibly exhilarating, she found it becoming more and more difficult for her to satisfy herself with her fingers. She constantly thought of his handsome face with the strong, sharp jawline which she wanted to caress with her lips, his thick brown hair that seemed to be made for fingers to run through, his dark brown eyes which, were they to look at her in an intimate way would surely make her knees turn to butter, and his strong, athletic physique which gave wing to some very daring flights of fancy.

In one of their most recent intimate talks, which had occurred around the New Year, Cousin Milly had asked if Rose had yet taken a lover. Rose had simply laughed, long past being shocked by anything Milly said or did, and said that she had apparently become the oldest living virgin in Indianaoplis, to which Milly had responded thus.

"Rose, you can't wait forever. I know that you're as straight laced as they come, but you're wasting some of the best years of your life," she had said in a serious tone. "You're a young woman, Rose, and you need to know what it feels like to have a man in your bed. I'll tell you true, until you've had a man on top of you, skin to skin, with your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock buried in your pussy, fucking you as if there's no tomorrow, you'll never really understand what being a woman means."

Rose had once again laughed and said that she appreciated the advice but, as she couldn't exactly put an ad in the newspaper, she'd just have to maintain her spinsterhood until the right man came along.

While Rose had no idea if Jake was the right man, she knew that she couldn't stop thinking about him. During the day they would exchange a casual wave or hello if they saw each other, like the casual acquaintances that they were. But, more and more often at night, Rose couldn't help but think about what Cousin Milly had said and associate that idea with Jake Collier. Just the night before, he had strolled out upon the upper terrace once again wearing only the thin, knee length knit undershorts. They left very little to the imagination and she began to wonder what it would feel like to take Jake Collier as her first lover. Given that he was thirty and seemed every inch the man of the world, she imagined that he had considerable experience with women. She had overheard her father and Mr. Collier talking one day about it being healthy for a young man to sow his wild oats before marriage in order to get it out of his system. In their opinion, it was important for a man to know as much about sex as possible in order to teach his wife the finer points of the art and maintain a healthy marriage. Rose was sure that Jake must be well versed in that respect and her pussy grew as wet as she could ever remember at the thought of him being the one to teach her about sex, whether in the marriage bed or elsewhere!

Saturday rolled around and the Colliers and the Thornton's made their way to the exclusive country club of which both families were members. Mr. and Mrs. Collier headed off for the golf links, as Mr. and Mrs. Thornton faced off against Rose and Jake on the tennis court. Marion and Evelyn were so soundly trounced in the first game that the ladies switched partners to even things out. The second game was more evenly matched and Jake and Evelyn came out the victors. Afterwards they sat at a table outside, enjoying refreshing lemonade as they discussed the events of the upcoming week.

Evelyn and Rose were planning a shopping trip to LS Ayers to search for something new to wear to the formal dance being hosted at the country club next Friday. Rose had pointed out that she had the new frock that had been a gift from Millie's mother, Aunt Dora, last Christmas but Evelyn wanted to see if Ayers had anything that Rose might like a little better. Marion asked Jake if he was planning on attending the event and Jake said that this was the first that he'd heard of it.

By this time the Colliers had returned from the links and all parties retired to the newly installed shower rooms to freshen up and change clothes. Marion inquired if Jake would like to take a steam bath and Jake responded, with an ironically humorous tinge to his tone, that he'd been taking one ever since he'd arrived in Indiana, which prompted both of the older men to chuckle appreciatively. After a quick shower, the men toweled off and Jake mentioned the upcoming dance to his uncle.

"Oh, of course. Certainly, we plan to attend, it just slipped my mind," Bill Collier said, running the towel over his stomach. "I've just been distracted a bit, what with Trudy harping about that new dining room set that she feels that she can't live without."

Marion Thornton knew that his wife and Gertrude "Trudy" Collier were best friends, but he sometimes felt irritation towards the woman who was, in his words, a "pouter" if she didn't get her way.

"I tell you, Bill, I know we've discussed this before, but there's nothing wrong with your wife that a good, old fashioned spanking wouldn't take care of," Marion said, after taking a quick look around the bench area to make sure they were alone and could speak freely.

"I'll tell you, after this last week, that idea holds a definite appeal," Bill said, whipping the towel behind his back and grasping the ends with both hands as he vigorously buffed the water off. "She's decided to withhold certain...marital rights until I come around to her way of thinking."

Jake listened to the exchange with more than a little interest, having been unaware of any tensions between his aunt and uncle. However, it was Marion Thornton's next statements that piqued his curiosity.

"That would never happen in my home. Eve and I don't disagree on much, but there are times when she knows that she's being unreasonable and knows that if it continues, she'll end up taking a trip across my lap" Marion said, emphatically. "I know that many look at it as an old fashioned notion in this day and age, but it's worked very well for us over the years."

"I can't imagine even trying that with Trudy," Bill sighed. "She'd scream like a banshee."

"Let her. Before you start, tell her exactly why you're doing it and then turn her over your knee. Don't stop until she's bright red and too sore to sit for a while and is completely repentant. Although, I suppose it's easy for me to say," Marion said, thoughtfully. "Evelyn's father discussed his feelings about it with me before she and I were married, and then she and I talked about it. We both decided that it was the way we wanted to resolve conflicts in our marriage as it keeps anger and hurt feelings from dragging out for weeks. Her father had told me that he delivered his wife's first spanking on their wedding night, so that she would know what to expect if the situation would arise in which he felt it was needed. His children also knew if they misbehaved that there would be consequences to pay, no matter what their age. It set the pattern for their life together and, therefore, it was infrequently needed. I thought this was an excellent idea so Eve and I followed suit on our wedding night."

"Well, a wedding night spanking is hardly the same thing, now is it?" Bill said with a bit of a lecherous grin on his face. Jake, for his part, was amused and a bit stimulated at the thought of the very elegant, attractive Evelyn Thornton laying across her husband's lap as a corrective spanking was administered!

"Now, that's what I'm saying, it was no titillation spanking, Bill. On our wedding night I spanked her good and proper, not holding anything back, until her behind looked like it was on fire and she was crying to beat the band. Then I sat her on my lap and kissed away her tears and we both knew exactly what to expect if the situation would ever arise. THEN, we got along to the more....pleasant aspects of our wedding night," Marion said, with a conspiratorial wink at Jake. "I have to say that even after all these years, I can't administer a spanking without a definite feeling of arousal, and it's nearly always reciprocated."

"Perhaps it's something that I could consider, after all. Because, unfortunately, I'm beginning to see some of Trudy's less admirable qualities appear in Betsy and Agnes," Bill said, grimacing. "Agnes was very pert to me last week and I withheld her allowance for it. But I'm not sure she wouldn't have benefited more from having her behind tanned. Although, I suppose they're getting a bit big for that kind of thing."

"They're never too big," Marion said firmly, as he buttoned his shirt and tucked it neatly into his slacks. "Rose was twenty one when I gave her her last spanking. She had been visiting her cousin, Mildred, in Chicago and came home deciding she was going to take up smoking. I told her that I felt it was a nasty, unattractive habit for a young woman to pick up and told her I wouldn't allow it in my home. Well, I'd found several half smoked cigarettes in the bushes beneath her balcony, so I knew she'd disobeyed me, and I finally caught her at it on the patio. When I confronted her about it, she said that I was just being silly and old fashioned, so I sat down on the chaise, took her over my knee, flipped her skirts up over her back and took down her drawers. I told her if she was going to act like a child who couldn't be trusted, I would treat her as such and blistered her bottom well and proper. She cried good and hard but, when it was over, she put her arms around me and apologized. As long as you're the head of your household, Bill, they're NEVER too old."

Jake's mind was reeling at the thought of the young, intelligent woman having her incredibly attractive behind paddled by her father, the mental image of Marion's words being seared into his mind. He had to admit, he'd heard of men disciplining their wives in this manner, but always imagined the husbands as brutes and the wives as repressed women who cowered in fear of them. However Marion and Evelyn Thornton were neither of these, and Jake couldn't help but wonder what Rosemarie's feelings would be on the subject. He was brought back to the present by Marion's voice.

"I hope I haven't shocked you by this talk, Jake. But, I think it's probably fair to say that you've had a woman or two across your lap, just not in the same manner," Marion said, his clear blue eyes twinkling at the younger man.

"Yes, your father tells me that you take several trips a year to Atlantic City to .. ahem ..enjoy the fresh air" Bill joined in with a chuckle as he adjusted his tie. "It's too bad that you're wasting your time on all that fresh air, when you could be getting your prick milked at Lady Lilly's."

"You know about Lady Lilly's?" Jake said in amused surprise. This day was turning out to be full of unexpected information!

"Know of it? That's where your grandfather took your father and I to learn about the facts of life! That was back when Lilly was still working the rooms, as a matter of fact it was Lilly herself who made a man of me! My god, she and her sister Sally were the two best whores in the place. I remember one weekend your dad and I took Lilly and Sally back to our hotel with us.....all four of us in one room! That was a weekend I'll never forget. Yes, Lilly was the best fuck I've ever had," Bill said with a nostalgic smile as he tied his shoes.

They spent another ten minutes talking about former conquests, with Marion Thornton, the staid president of the First Bank and Trust of Indianapolis, surprising them with the story of a farmer's daughter when he was going to college in Bloomington. The story involved her mountainous tits, a bareback ride on a farm horse as she sat in his lap facing him, and his dick pounding into her pussy as the horse broke into a trot going across a field!

Rejoining the women, they were in a jovial humor and enjoyed a pleasant lunch outside on the grounds of the club. Afterwards, Jake surprised Rose by asking if she would show him the rest of the grounds. As they walked toward the stables, Rose was greeted by several young ladies who normally either ignored her or looked at her with a bit of pity.

"You know quite a few people; do you spend a great deal of time here?" Jake asked.

"You'll find that nothing makes a woman more interesting to other women than being in the company of a handsome man," Rose said with a hint of irony.

"What do you mean?' Jake wondered, although he had an inkling. He had talked to his cousin Betsy and she had told him of Rose's broken engagement.

"I was engaged before the war to a young man named Arlen Milton. His family owns three canning factories in town and we'd been seeing each other since high school. He didn't want us to marry before he finished college, and then he told me that he didn't want to marry until he came back from the war. His excuse was that he was afraid of leaving me a widow with a child if he didn't come back. Imagine my surprise when Johnny came marching home with a French bride," Rose said sardonically. "Many of my family's acquaintance seem to feel that the flaw must have been on my part, since I couldn't hold onto him."

"What utter rubbish," Jake said, disdainfully. "You certainly don't believe that, do you? The loss was entirely his."

"No, of course I don't believe it. But, it's not something that you can go out and protest at the top of your lungs without drawing even more attention to yourself," she said, secretly pleased by the latter part of his comment. "But, in any case, his bride is welcome to him. It's only recently I've discovered that, while we were engaged, he was spending time warming the sheets with two girls here at the club."