The Idiot

I'm an idiot, I thought for one more time when the plane bumped on the tarmac. I don't like to fly anyway. Why can't I settle once and for all?

I extracted my long legs from under the seat in front of me hearing clearly the cracking sound emanating from my knees. I got my computer bag from the overhead compartment and helped the old lady at my side that spent the two and a half hours trip informing me about that stupid daughter-in-law of hers to get her bags as well.

Than it was to follow the cattle, collect my luggage, queue for a taxi and suffer the forty-five minutes of heavy rush traffic and chatting about football, politicians, economy, traffic and weather not exactly in that order until we got to my small suburban house. Before I even paid, the doors of my house slammed open and a small girl came running. "Daddydaddydaddy." My beautiful young wife followed.

I gathered the little one in my arms and kissed her eyes while Mary ravishing in her summer embraced me tightly.

After disposing of the luggage, not an easy task when you have a three-year old bundle of energy in your arms and a curvaceous twenty-something tightly clinging to your side, we sat on the floor to look at the presents. A beautiful doll for Rose, a flask of fragrance for Mary. A coloring book for Rose complete with color pencils and a delicate patterned blouse for Mary. A pretty dress for Rose and a matching necklace and earrings for Mary.

Presents distributed, I took a long shower to scrub the travel from me while my girls prepared the feast.

When I got down from our bedroom, dressed in comfortable clothes and feeling much better, the table was ready with a flower center and three places. Rose's high chair was in place and she beamed with pride telling me: "daddy, daddy, I set the table alone!"

"She did it all by herself," confirmed Mary pretty like the flowers.

We dined. After dinner I played with Rose and way after her bed time I tucked her under her covers. She finally was asleep exhausted from excitement of having me home again. Finally I could dedicate my time to Mary.

We sat for a while on the comfortable living-room sofa kissing and telling each other what we did past week. Then it was time. Arm in arm we took the steps to our bedroom. We tip-toed in front of Rose's door, but she was fast asleep.

Mary closed the door to the bathroom while I changed into a pajama. When she returned, she took my breath off attired in a sensuous short night gown that flowed around her body hiding but revealing it at the same time. Her shoulder length natural blond hair shined around her heart-shaped face. Her coral lips were parted inviting the kisses. She was using high heeled slippers and her long legs glittered inside a sheer hose which certainly was held tight by a garter belt. I was hard and ready for her. But first a few things had to be attended to.

I opened a notebook and got my pen. "What have you to tell me, young lady?"

She took her position in front of me, her hands joined, her lashes lowered and her mouth pouting. "Nothing really... I was a little lazy on Sunday, so I skipped the church."

"Shame, on you. Is it an example to Rose? Two points. What else?"

"I burned your checkered shirt..."

"No big deal, I intended to throw it away anyway... But you should be more careful. One point. What else?"

"I scolded Rose too hard when she broke a dish and she cried, and I was feeling so guilty..."

"I understand how you feel. But you should curb your temper a little better. One point. Anything else?"

"You were away for so long, and I was feeling so lonely so I used a toy on me..."

"This is no sin at all. I'm pleased that you were missing me."

"But when I was using the toy I was seeing that gorgeous actor... George Clooney... naked with me..."

Well, this IS serious. You have no permission of introducing strangers in our relationship. Five points. Anything else?"

"I don't think... No."

"Very well, over my knees, young lady."

She draped herself over my knees. Her hot, curvaceous body over my more than ready lap. I moved her diaphanous gown away from her peachy bottom. She was using high thigh hose, a garter belt and small matching panties, all delicious to see and to touch. I touched, I caressed, I probed until we were ready for the next phase. I eased down the soft panties and kissed the naked globes, teasing the perfect skin with my tongue. Over the globes and between them. She squirmed on my lap and moaned when my right hand found her engorged clit and fingered it.

Next for the spanking. It started slowly, lightly almost like caressing, rising small goose-bumps on the pale skin. Then I increased the force, but not the speed, enjoying each rebounding of the flesh, each ripple of the perfect globes. A small change in the target. A few smacks on the thighs, enough to bring a flush in the long perfect legs, then return to the main objective. Stronger now and quicker. Bringing a definitive redness and heating the surface.

At this point Mary started to squirm and to yelp. Not full cries of course. Small yelps intended to inform me that she was feeling it and to release all her pent up emotion.

Next it was time to up the ante. She was ready for it. My hand started to sting which meant that her ass was burning. A flurry of strong smacks and she was kicking her legs and yelping louder. Her bottom was red and splotched by darker spots at a few places. I finished this phase with ten or fifteen very strong slaps, a few down where the bottom meets the thighs. I have to steady her firmly with my left hand over the small of her back to keep her on my lap. She squeezed my leg through the pajama trousers and howled.

Next it was time to ease. I delivered a steady stream of gentle spanks to be transformed in caresses again. The spanking was at its end. Just one slap here and there followed by a long investigation between her bottom cheeks. She was more than ready, and so was I.

I rolled her from my knees on the soft rug between my knees. She knelt and engulfed me. I locked my fingers in her blond hair helping her bobbing head until I exploded. She didn't mind receiving me in her mouth, because it meant a long and loving coupling for our sweating bodies on our bed until I would be ready to die again.

After we started to cool off naked and entwined in the middle of a mess of pillows and sheets, my last conscious thought was thanking the soundproof walls and electronic gadgetry which let us hear our princess's breathing without disturbing her peaceful sleep with her parents' havoc.

"How long you will stay this time?" Mary was pouring orange juice for Rose. We were ready for the day. I would drop Rose on my way while Mary would drive to her part-time job and would pick-up Rose at the end of her shift. We would meet again in the afternoon for our quality time evening.

"This weekend I'm all yours. I'll travel only on Tuesday evening."

And return for the next weekend?" asked Mary, her eyes full of hope.

"I'm sorry honey, but it doesn't work that way. You know I have to cover the North territory on each trip." We had the same conversation on and off since Rose was born. She pouted and I was sorry that I was such an idiot, but that was my life.

Tuesday arrived much quicker than we thought. I waved to my wife from the taxi while she stood in the door with Rose crying in her arms, both illuminated from inside like a Rockwell's painting.

I'm an idiot, I thought for one more time when the plane bumped on the tarmac. I didn't even like to fly. Why couldn't I settle once and for all?

I got my computer from the overhead compartment and helped the lady at my side to get her bag. Fortunately she wasn't interested to share her life with me during the trip. What she was reading was more interesting that a chat with a stranger.

I got out of the taxi. The doorman helped with my luggage. A short trip by the elevator.

Alice alerted by the interphone was waiting with the door open. It was late, so she was in her nightgown. Her pretty face framed by jet-black curls was smiling at me. She held an arm behind her. I kissed her full on the lips. "Hello, little wife, are the children asleep?"

"They are at mom's. She will bring them tomorrow morning before the school, I don't want them to hate me for having to wait to see you only in the evening."

"So the night is ours. Have you been a good girl, Alice?"

"Not really." She brought her hand from behind her back showing me the heavy wooden hairbrush. "Would you teach me a lesson?"

"Certainly, honey." I accepted the offered brush and closed the door. I was such an idiot to live like this. But such a happy idiot.

The End