Mike and Michelle had already been married a year and they had finally saved enough money to purchase their first house. They were proud of themselves. The papers had been signed, and at long last they were moving in. They had dreamed and talked and shared. Then they dreamed and talked and shared some more. Their furniture had just been moved in and tonight was going to be their first night in their new home. They were excited.
Michelle was anxious to make love to her brawny, tanned, surfer looking husband for the first time in their new home. He was well over 6 foot tall, had broad shoulders, thick, dirty blond hair with a moustache and deep blue pools for eyes. Mike was also looking forward with excitement to their first night in bed. She was a 5 foot tall, long ebony-haired beauty with deep hazel eyes. She took care of herself and was fit and trim to perfection, and her short height looked so cute next to his surfer persona. At least one would think he was a surfer....until he opened his mouth. He was smart, well spoken and very warm to be around. His looks had caught her attention the first time she saw him, and when they met, it didn't take long for his intelligence to captivate her mind and his warmth to hopelessly tie up her heart with his own heart strings.
"Are you ready?" called Mike from the kitchen.
"I'm coming!" Michelle answered from the other end of the house, "Just let me grab my list of things that we need to look for."
They had endlessly discussed what they wanted to purchase in the way of small stuff to help make their new home more functional. Stuff to maintain the yard, stuff to make the kitchen user friendly, that sort of thing. They weren't like a few, who could buy just about anything their hearts desired; they were on a budget, like most couples when they start out, so on this shopping trip, as well as the next few to follow, the rule of thumb was functional, not expensive, and sometimes you have to get creative to get the job done.
They pulled up in the parking lot at Wally World and got out. Mike grabbed a shopping cart and followed Michelle to the house wares department. They stayed together as they shopped, conferring from time to time about which kitchen utensil would be best to buy. As they worked their way down their list, Michelle said, "OK, next is a large rubber spatula. Let's find one of those. I want one that is rounded out like a spoon, so I can mix, scoop and scrape with the same utensil. Honey, you look on this side of the aisle and I'll look on the other."
"OK."
Mike watched as Michelle walked away toward the other end of the aisle. He adored her feminine curves as she walked. Her behind was absolutely perfect as far as he was concerned. Whenever she sat down, it looked like a perfect upside down heart. After watching her gait for a few moments, he turned his attention to the utensils hanging on his side of the aisle. He soon saw what he was looking for on the top row, a bit higher than Michelle could have reached. He took it and started to open his mouth to tell her that he had found one, when the rounded out spoon shape of the spatula reminded him of something—the perfect roundness of her pretty bottom. He thought to himself that it would make a nice popping sound if he smacked her butt with it just right. A mischievous grin spread across his face as the thought took hold. Why not walk up quietly behind her and give her a moderate smack, just enough to tingle and get her attention. He was always thinking of new ways to show her he loved her, and this idea seemed like a winner. They had always joked around with each other, so this would be another perfectly good way to have some fun.
He walked up quietly behind her, then looked over his shoulder to ensure that there were no witnesses, then, just as someone on the other sided of the store started to call for help at their register, he drew back and snapping his wrist just so, gave her a nice little smack right on the meatiest, roundest part of her left cheek.
"Owp!" she half squealed. She took a breath and turned around as she started to narrow her eyes at whomever had invaded her personal space in such a surprising fashion when she saw who it was. His mischievous smile coupled with those deep blue pools instantly melted away any irritation that she had felt. Her face softened as she realized it was her own playful, smart man, and she felt a major case of the warm fuzzies coming on, raising goose pimples all over her. He was such a dear. Silly, but still a dear. Her dear.
"My, aren't we rambunctious today?!" she exclaimed. "What was that for?"
"Because I felt like it, and because it was there!" he explained with playful sincerity, then spun her around and planted another one in exactly the same place on her other cheek.
"Hey!" she said as she felt her other cheek start to tingle.
"Now you have a matched set! Wouldn't want to be unfair and leave you feeling unbalanced, now, would we? Equal time and opportunity for such perfect twins!"
She gently rubbed her behind for a moment. "Mmmmm...." She murmured softly to herself as she felt the warm glow that the spatula had left.
Mike grinned to himself and she turned back to her shopping. He was delighted to have thought up such a nice new way to share his love with her.....and the way she rubbed her bottom afterwards warmed his heart.
The tingle from the two smacks didn't last but a few seconds, and the warmth that was left lasted for only a couple of minutes, but still long enough to start making more permanent connections in her brain for her to think about.
The next thing on their list was a spatula for their non-stick skillet. She found that and put it in the cart, next to the wooden utensil set for the kitchen, complete with wooden spoon, wooden salad fork and wooden stirring spatula with long slots cut in it and a package of 100% cotton flour sack dish towels for drying the dishes. This completed the shopping in that department.
As they continued walking down first one aisle and then another, for some reason Michelle quietly replayed the rubber spatula incident over and over in her mind, unconsciously memorizing every detail of the scene. As she was reviewing it for the umpteenth time, she became aware of another tingle, along with some wetness below the belt. She suddenly found herself wide awake, and amazed to find that she had become horny as she had pondered the scene in the house wares aisle. She wanted to go home and snuggle up with Mike to grab a little afternoon delight, but they weren't done shopping yet. "Honey, why don't we go home and do the rest of the shopping later....what do you think Baby?"
"Well, I thought you wanted to get everything you could find that was on the list before we went home..."
"Yeah, I know, but we've got enough for now, so what do you say we call it a day for shopping and do the rest later? .....can we?"
"I suppose so," Mike said, wondering what brought this about. She was usually one to finish a shopping trip before returning home, especially when she had everything written down. Thoroughness. That's one of the things he loved about her. Mike had long believed that it was usually good policy to make his wife happy whenever he had the chance, because a happy wife who felt loved made for a happier hubby, and she was a darling little woman.
As they headed for the checkout lanes, Michelle continued to think about the tingle she felt from the rubber spatula and how it made her feel uncomfortable for a moment but then the tingle turned into a nice warm glow that radiated all over her middle. It didn't take her long to decide that the nice warm feeling was well worth any immediate discomfort that the rubber spatula was able to impart.
She began to ponder whether any additional assaults with the spatula would also bring additional and deeper warmth...to more than just one part of her anatomy..... She bet that it would.
When they arrived home, they unloaded the car and put everything away, except for the kitchen utensils, which Michelle laid out in a sort of display on the counter. The rubber spatula was prominently in front of the others. Mike wondered by and noticed her little layout.
"When is 'Show and Tell'?" he queried.
"Excuse me?" she said, trying to be coy long enough to figure out how to smoothly bring up what was on her mind.
Mike was eyeing her display as she turned toward him.
"Oh, that! I think we got some really useful things for the kitchen, don't you?" she said, still trying to play up the coyness.
"Michelle.....?"
"Yes, Dear....?" she came back, doing her unconvincing best to sound sincerely innocent about the unusual display.
"There's something on your mind and you're not telling me......" He paused to let the question sink in. "Isn't there?"
She did want to talk about it, and her mind was racing to find the words, especially now that he had noticed, but just couldn't think of a good way to bring it up. She couldn't just up and say "Honey, the smacks you gave me in the store with the rubber spatula made me horny as I thought about it and I was just laying out the implements...so I could see them and fantasize about how they would feel.....if you used them......on my..........bottom..............." Could she???
Mike walked over to her, reaching out his arms to her, then taking her face gently in his hands . "Honey....." He gave her a long passionate kiss, and then said, "I love you so much, Baby. You can tell me anything that's on your mind and I won't shy away, OK? It doesn't have to be worded perfectly. I know you well enough to figure out what you want to say to me when it isn't delivered perfectly. Trust me." And he kissed her again, this time longer. And in French.
She felt herself relax, leaning into his demonstration of love for her, and reveled in his embrace. Such a man this was that she had found, then married! As he pulled away from the kiss, she said, "Those smacks you gave me in the store made me tingle back there."
