An Impossible Night
Thursday, May 31st, 2007AN IMPOSSIBLE NIGHT
copyright May 29, 2007, by emmy
It was an impossible night. Heaviest rain Althea had ever seen. The canyon road was obliterated by the torrential downpour enveloping the car as she snaked her way down to the town below. It was so bad that the wipers had almost no chance against the beating water.
“Damn” Althea spat under her breath, “I can’t be late for this, I just can’t” She pressed her toe down on the accelerator as far as she dared. It was her 25th birthday and Tom had been hinting at having the surprise of her life planned for her. She loved his simple loving nature.
Tom would be early, he always was. Althea knew his ways and really tried to be on time, early even but more often than not something delayed her nearly every time she had to meet him.
Tom had proposed to Althea three months ago. A beautiful diamond gleamed up at her as she gripped the wheel. Tom planned this dinner four weeks ago, choosing the restaurant, menu and wine with great care. He made the reservations to get the perfect table just to the left of the large fireplace at the inn. Althea knew how important this was to him. “Damn.”
It was impossible to see the pick up diagonally stopped in the road. Althea slammed on the breaks and swerved right to avoid hitting the truck but skidded to a stop hitting the guard rail on the right side of the road. Because she was trying not to crush her beautiful black silk dress Althea did not have her seat belt fastened. When the car hit the rail she was thrown into the windshield and steering wheel.
Slumped over in the front seat Althea slowly lost consciousness. “It seems so dark and hazy” here she thought. Getting out of the car she said aloud, “Where exactly am I.” Nothing looked familiar. “That’s odd; the rain has stopped so suddenly.” Also she had been traveling the canyon road all her life and “that house was definitely never there before. Better call for help.”
It was a cottage really with a beautiful front garden and white gate shining in the misty moonlight. The gate squeaked as she made her way to the front door. Night blooming flowers perfumed the air. She pounded lightly with the gleaming brass door knocker. A shuffle from within told her someone was coming to the door.
Althea gasped when the door swung aside and Tom’s wide grin greeted her. “Hi honey happy birthday.” He took her hand and led her inside where a warm fire was crackling in the fireplace.
He had soft music playing and a light supper laid out on a side table. Althea could still smell the scent of the garden wafting in through the open window, curtains shifting softly in the night air.
Tom sat her on the large comfy sofa and offered her some fruit from the table of food. It tasted sweet and wonderful. Althea started to apologize for being late but he stopped her in mid sentence. “We can discuss that at another time, this is really about your birthday you know.” He offered her some more food and settled back with her to eat. In addition to the fruit there were cheeses and crackers, cold chicken and small toast points.
The food and the warm fire lulled Althea into a dreamy state so when Tom suggested she go upstairs to the bedroom she complied willingly. Tom followed her closely as she ascended the winding staircase. She could hear him breathing behind her. A shiver went down her body in anticipation of the lovemaking she knew was to follow.
The entire hectic day seemed to catch up with her as she stood in the center of the cozy bedroom. Tom undressed her allowing her black dress and slip to fall to the floor at her feet. Next the black lace bra and panties along with the black stockings and garter belt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, it felt so soft. She could hear Tom removing his shirt and shoes. The sound of him unbuckling his belt always caused a quickening in her groin. She shivered as he drew it from the loops around his waist, placed it, doubled over, on the night table and removed his jeans.
As he sat on the edge of the bed he motioned for her to come to him. Althea rolled herself to him and winding her arms about his neck and torso accepted his deep loving kiss with pleasure. Without a word he pulled her over his knee. Even though Tom had spanked her many times before Althea hesitated causing him to pull her with a heavier hand landing her with force face down over his lap.
“Don’t worry Baby” he cooed “it’s just your birthday spanking. You will get 25 of my best with one for good measure.” His strong hand kneaded and caressed her backside as he talked. As his legs trapped hers so she couldn’t shift away he drew her free hand into the small of her back holding it with his left hand.
Whack, “One” he said. Harder than she remembered. Whack, “Two” Harder still. Whack, Whack, Whack. Three four and five came in hard rapid succession. Not what she expected but the agreement was that Tom was completely in charge of her spankings. He paused after 10 to slip his hand down between her legs sliding his fingers into her slippery wetness.
The next five brought a tear to her eye, then Tom stood her on her feet and led her to the end of the bed and laying down a pillow pushed her down over the foot board. Tom spread her legs so that her toes barely touched the floor. She waited in docile anticipation for the next stroke of his hand. Then she heard it.
The clink of the buckle on his belt. It would be the first time Tom had spanked her with anything but his hand. Althea shivered as she gripped the soft quilt with both fists.
This first stroke was the most painful thing Althea ever felt at the hand of her beloved. It spread out over her already sore bottom like wild fire. “Sixteen” Tom reminded. She gasped with horror now remembering how many more were coming to her.
At 23 she felt her body succumbing to the throws of orgasm. It was difficult but she held out taking the last three strokes before letting herself go with it. He took her from behind enjoying the heat of her recently warmed bottom and pulsating orgasm. His hard strong shaft fully entering her again and again bringing on a second orgasm as he pushes into her as far as he can at his moment of release.
It seems like hours before they are able to move again. He picks her up and lays her on the bed, “Happy Birthday darling.” He whispers to her as he tucks her in. “Sleep” she mumbles as he slides into bed behind her, feeling his strong arms surround her she drifts away.
“Must be morning already” as what seemed the like the ringing of her alarm clock changed to a siren like yowl. The bed was moving. Tom was talking to her but she couldn’t make out his words that sounded tinny and then faded away again.
“Daylight, whiteness, can’t move” were her first thoughts. “The cottage and Tom where is Tom.” Althea felt the beginnings of panic grip her as she came to in very unfamiliar surroundings. “Well good morning girl” A cheerful red faced woman in a pink smock scurried in with a vase of flowers. “Welcome back. I’ll get your nurse, and maybe that handsome fella that’s been hanging around here underfoot all night.”
Althea was told of her accident on the canyon road the night before. “You’re lucky to be alive young woman.” The doctor told her at mid morning. “Concussion, light bruising two cracked ribs, you can go home tomorrow providing you do what you are told today” the doctor warned before he left. But where was Tom Althea wondered. She could not for the life of her remember her accident but the Cottage and her birthday spanking were clear as day.
It was 12:30 when Tom strode in. He had gone home to shower and change out of his suit that was ruined from the rain. He looked stern but relieved that she was ok. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead and large manila envelope on the bed beside her. “What’s this” she said picking up the envelope and turning it over.
Tom said, “Open it”. Inside was a beautifully drawn picture and brochure. Althea turned white. “That’s it,” she gasped, “The cottage.” What are you talking about Al? That’s your birthday present. I signed the papers last week. It’s our new home.”
Althea told Tom about what happened the night before at that very cottage and how she had no recollection of the accident. Tom assured her there was no birthday spanking delivered by him last night anywhere and definitely not at their new cottage, however, when she got well she could expect him to remedy that situation. He also let her know that she was to expect a harsher, more severe spanking over her bad habits of being always late and speeding around in the car without her seatbelt buckled around her. Tom was angry with her for endangering her life, but for now relieved and content to put it aside temporarily.
The nurse came in to get her out of bed for the first time. Tom watched as she put her feet on the floor. With the nurse on one side and Tom on the other she took her first shaky steps. As the nurse steps back behind her to tie her hospital gown she remarks. “We can’t figure how your bottom got so bruised in the accident dear. Not a usual spot to bruise for a concussion you know.” Althea looks back at the mirror behind her to see her still well reddened backside sporting slightly bluish welts.
Hope you had a great birthday Patty. Many happy returns.
Hope some more folks join in….
“OK, OW!” patty wiggled more and dropped her bottom into the cooling water. “Lot’s more to come Birthday girl,” John chuckled and stood to let both of them out of the water onto the bath mat. ****************Dried off and made smooth and soft with lotion and power, John left Patty alone while she donned the garter, stockings, panties and chamisole. Ready, she pushed open the door to the bedroom to find John still nude settled comfortably on the ottoman the short narrow schoolmaster strap, her blog paddle and his etched cracker barrel paddle resting on the carpet at his feet.“Birthday spanking time my love,” he smiled
I thought about yesterday and all its hedonistic pleasures capped off by a long phone call I’d enjoyed with John. I thought about the future, and got into the now. The air became like silk on my nude flesh. The sheets, cooled by the slightly moist breezes gave my limbs new places to cool each time I shifted. I snoozed some more, eventually waking fully when the thunder became more regular and insistent, which was a little more than an hour and full dawn later. My dream had been very sensual. I had the female equivalent of a wet dream. A little manual reinforcement renewed and prolonged what the dream began. Cold now, I got up and pulled the balcony doors almost closed the cuddled under covers after putting the coffee maker on.The storm ended up being one puffed up by the sea breeze and the periodic low pressure set up by convection off the warm surf, not something produced by major clashes in air masses that make severe weather. While there was a kick up in the breeze, lots of lightning and thunder, it mostly puffed up right over the island and stayed there. In fact there were still occasional rumbles and drizzle going on when I packed up to get to an obligation around noon. Within 10 miles of home the sun was out, and the ground bone dry. The sea breeze storm, even though it lasted hours, affected a small 30 mile circle of the world. I’m sure others popped up further inland later today, but not here.
