"What?"
"I think a spanking is well overdue. Don't you?"
"Isaac! Well, really! A spanking?!" Her mouth fell open.
"Yeah. A good old fashioned spanking on the bare should do the trick."
"You're serious, aren't you."
"Hell, yeah."
"But..." she faltered. "You can't spank me. I'm not a teenager any longer. I'm 58."
"Don't care if you're 98, you're still getting a spanking." He advanced, with that crocodile smile of his. "Now I know our relationship isn't what it was, but we've been getting it back on track, haven't we?"
She nodded. What he said was true. And the thought of it gladdened her heart.
"And what better way to get it back on track even more, than a good bottom warming."
"Well yes, but... I mean no, not yes. Oh dear. Darn. I don't know what I mean!" Brenda had to admit that the old familiar tingle of anticipation coursed through her veins, and she had the faint stirrings of lust in her belly.
He extended his hand towards her. She reached out and took it, and got to her feet, feeling shy and gauche, not at all like her usual confident, professional self.
"We'll go to our bedroom."
"Our bedroom? There isn't an our bedroom any more though, is there - I sleep in the spare room."
"Not any more, darlin' - it's time for a change. We'll go to our old bedroom. And from now on whenever you're here, you'll sleep there with me, and I hope in the fullness of time it will be a more permanent arrangement. However," he grinned boyishly, "for now, I'm going to give you a little something to motivate you. Who knows - you might even enjoy it," he said with a twinkle in his eye."
---oOo---
"Honey, this is just like old times," grinned Isaac as his palm descended on the upturned rump belonging to Brenda.
He had bared her, and her butt was just as firm and cute as it had ever been. Her hips were wide and her buttocks full - exactly the right sort of butt for a spanking. His hand splatted down again, and Brenda yelped, wiggling around over his lap. The sight of all that wiggling inspired him and he whacked those jiggling orbs some more, making red splats on the already pinkened flesh.
"Yeoow! Isaac!" wailed Brenda. "Go easy - I'm way out of practice!" She giggled and yelped in turn as she felt his hard hand descend. Oh god, it hurt, but it felt good. She had missed a good old bottom warming - and what came after it.
"Then we'll just have to get more practice in, won't we," grinned Isaac. He peppered her bottom with a quick volley of spanks.
"Eeeeh!" squealed Brenda, and tried to get up.
"Not so fast, lady. I ain’t nowhere near done with you yet."
Isaac continued to spank, a big grin on his face. He hadn't had so much fun in years. It was then that Brenda remembered an old technique from way back. Years before when she got spanked regularly, if it got to the point where her butt was really stinging and she'd had enough, she used to distract Isaac by placing a hand over the bulge in his crotch. One thing led to another, and they inevitably ended up in a bout of riotous lovemaking.
Brenda smiled and decided to see whether it still worked. It did. And that bulge was bigger than ever!
"Well what have we here?" asked sweetly, giving him a little stroke.
"I dunno. You'd best take a closer look," suggested Isaac helpfully. He assisted with the zipper of his jeans.
"Oh my! My eyes are watering at the sight of that... that monstrously big organ of yours, Hank Armstrong," giggled Brenda.
"Monstrously big? Say - I like the sound of that. A man nearly 60 with a monstrously big organ has a lot going for him, I'd say."
"I couldn't agree more," Brenda stroked his shaft. His penis was rock hard. "You don't need Viagra," she quipped.
"No. I have all I need right here, Bren," said Isaac huskily.
He leaned forward to kiss her; not a chaste kiss, a kiss that was deep and passionate. A lovers kiss. Brenda reciprocated. In a few moments her sweater and bra joined her discarded clothes on the floor, soon followed by Isaacs jeans, shorts and underwear.
They lay together on the big bed and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. There was no awkwardness or embarrassment, just plenty of love and passion.
"I've missed you, Bren." He kissed her again, his hand fondling her breasts, teasing and tweaking the nipples.
"I've missed you too Isaac. I never stopped loving you," she murmured.
"Nor I you, darlin'." His hand roamed lower over her body, his fingers caressing her belly and thighs, then exploring her damp sex. "I've waited a long time for this."
She didn't answer him, just raised her knees and splayed her thighs, guiding him home at last.
They coupled in a tangle of limbs and warm breath. The room was full of the sweet odour of their sex, the only sounds the quickened and excited breathing, and the murmurings and moans of two people in the throes of passion. They appeased their long hunger, devouring one another's bodies, and with each long hard thrust, Brenda felt that she was truly home at last, and ready to be Mrs Armstrong again.
---oOo---
The next few days at the Armstrong ranch passed in a chaotic blur of hugs and kisses and conversation.
The first guest to arrive was Cindy.
"Roseeeeeeeee!" she squealed. "This place is fantastic! It's so BIG! It's wonderful! I'm in heaven!"
"Oh Cindy! It's so good to see you again! I have such a lot to tell you!"
"Hank told me all the details as we were driving back from the airport. What an ordeal for you. You must have been so scared. As for Pete - how low can a man get? He deserves everything that's coming to him. And if I ever get my hands on him - pass me the castrating irons!" Cindy hugged and kissed Rose, almost dancing round the room in her excitement.
"Ouchee!" Rose laughed. "To hell with Pete. He's out of my life now, and I'm ok. I mean it - I'm ok. It was hell, but it's over now, and I'm so happy. Now, let's talk priorities. Lunch first and then I want you to try on your maid of honor dress because if it doesn't fit, we don't have long to get it altered."
"Ohh! Let me see it! Lunch can wait."
When Rose produced the dress, Cindy clapped her hands in delight. "It's gorgeous. What a lovely colour."
"It's raspberry - your colour. Try it on."
The dress fit perfectly. Made from raspberry coloured satin, it had a scooped neck and little puffed sleeves. It was fitted at the waist, and then swirled out to mid calf length. Rose had ordered Cindy a pair of strappy sandals the exact same colour as the dress.
"Wow - killer heels. You know how much I love heels," declared Cindy. At 5ft 4 she had always wanted to be taller, and tended to compensate by tottering around in high heels. "These are absolutely gorgeous! Thank you so much Rose."
"You look stunning. That colour really sets off your skin tone and that lovely brown hair. Do you want to wear your hair up or down?"
"Oh, down, definitely. With a few curls, perhaps."
"Yes, that will look great. Now - I have a little something else for you. A gift for my maid of honor," smiled Rose.
"Oh I just love presents! What is it? Where is it?"
"Just a minute, I'll go get it."
Rose went to a chest of drawers and took out a small box. She handed it to Cindy. When Cindy opened it her mouth widened into an O of surprise and pleasure. She took out a pendant on a white gold chain.
"It's pink topaz. I thought you might like it."
"Like it? Oh Rose, I love it! Thank you so much! I feel like a princess. Do you think I'll get myself a cowboy of my own?"
"Definitely. How could they possibly resist you - and they'll love your English accent."
"Oh, I'll soon get rid of that and pick up the Texas twang. I'm an American citizen after all, born in San Marcos."
"I'd forgotten that," said Rose.
For some reason, Cindy had always been reluctant to speak of her past. All Rose knew was that Cindy was born in the USA and her mother had died in childbirth, leaving her fat
her to care for her. He took her to England and raised her there. Cindy had never once mentioned her relatives in Texas.
Rose looked expectantly at Cindy, but Cindy said nothing more. A slight frown formed on her mouth, but it was gone in an instant, and the lively and bubbly Cindy was back again. She checked out Rose's wedding dress and declared it was the most beautiful dress ever, making Rose try it on, with the tiara and her cream shoes.
"You look a million dollars!" she exclaimed. "What flowers are you having?"
"Roses of course," grinned Rose. "Yellow."
"Fabulous!"
"And I'm having my hair half up and half down."
"That will be fantastic. Hair this length needs to be admired," Cindy stroked Rose's waist length locks. "Don't ever cut it - it's beautiful."
"I like it long - but it gets so hot at times, especially when I'm painting."
"You must show me your art studio after lunch. Give me the guided tour. I want to see all your paintings. Then I want to see absolutely everything on the Armstrong ranch. I want to see all the cattle, and all the horses - can I ride some of them? Oh, I'm so happy for you, Rosie. You got yourself a real Texas cowboy and he's one lucky guy to have you."
The two girls went downstairs to eat lunch and talk some more. Rose's father and his partner Sandra were arriving later, in time for supper, along with Uncle Barry and Auntie Joan. They were the extent of Rose's family; all the other guests were friends or family of the Armstrong's.
Never having experienced being part of a big family, Rose loved the sense of belonging. When Cindy went to take a shower and a nap in the afternoon, Rose got busy making even more lists, setting down all the Armstrong relations names along with background information about them that Hank had given her. Hank picked up one of the lists and looked at it in amusement.
"Do you mean to tell me you're trying to learn all this stuff?"
"Trying? I can do better than that. I can tell you all the names of your aunts and uncles and cousins and... well, just about everybody!" she grinned, immensely proud of herself.
"Clever girl," he said, reaching out to give her an appreciative squeeze. "Now, about the honeymoon. This is your last chance. Are you sure you don't want to go to Hawaii?"
"I'm sure, Hank, really. We'll have a lifetime to go to Hawaii and other exotic places, but right now, I'd really like to explore Texas - and you did agree we could have a honeymoon camping under the stars. You haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"Nope." He looked at her and his eyes twinkled. "Come with me. I got something to show you. C'mon." He held out his hand.
"You have? What is it?" she took his hand and plagued him with questions. "Is it a surprise?"
"Yep, I'd say so."
"Oh - I LOVE surprises! Where is it?"
He led her outside and escorted her round the back of the ranch, pausing by her art studio.
"Is it inside?"
"Nope."
"Oh you - stop teasing me," she laughed. "Where is it?"
"Round the back. Go take a look," he grinned.
Rose scampered behind her studio building and squealed loudly when she saw what was parked there. "Ohhhh! It's a... it's a...."
"Winnebago," offered Hank.
"Yes! A Winnebago! Hank - it's wonderful. Can I take a look inside?"
"Sure. It's not locked."
Rose purred in delight at the interior. "I thought we'd be camping under canvas. I never imagined anything like this! It's fabulous."
"Seems perfect for our honeymoon trip. I'm not having my wife roughing it," Hank grinned.
"I wouldn't have minded. But now that I've seen this - I can't wait to set off on an adventure!"
"Day after tomorrow and we'll be married. How about we sneak away after the reception, drive for a couple hours and then spend our wedding night in here?"
"Perfect."
"Look here," Hank said as he opened up a fridge stocked with white wine, beer and champagne. "We won't go hungry either. Hannah is going to stock us up with plenty of food. There's a freezer too, and fully fitted kitchen, bathroom, tv..."
"If you think I'm going to spend my wedding night watching tv, Hank Armstrong...."
"Don't worry, darlin' - I have something special planned for you, little lady," said Hank with a wink. "Look at you. It's so easy to make you blush."
"I'm not blushing," said Rose coyly, placing her hands over her face.
"Yes you are, and it's very becoming."
"No, I'm not."
"Are you arguing with me?"
"No."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not," she grinned, and then squealed as he scooped her up in his arms and tossed her down on a luxurious leather couch.
"This Winnebaga," he said as he teased down her jeans," is about to host the first of many spankings."
"Hankeeee. Someone might hear!"
"Best not squeal so loud then," he quipped as he bared her bottom and smoothed the cream skin of her buttocks with his big hand.
"Ooooooh," murmured Rose, wondering why she got butterflies in her tummy every time he took her panties down. She squirmed on his lap, already aroused by his physical presence and his hand on her bare skin. And what made it even better was when he whispered exactly what he was going to do. "What happens next, I wonder?" she said, knowing full well what the answer was.
"Let me enlighten you," he said smoothly. "Now that we've got those panties off, I'm going to spread your legs and check to see how naughty you are." He teased her legs apart and inserted two fingers up inside her. She was already well lubricated. He removed his fingers, glistening with the juices of her arousal. "Looks like we're very naughty," he announced, and tapped her lower lip with the index finger of his right hand. "Taste yourself," he commanded.
She obeyed, allowing him access to her mouth, his finger probing. She tasted her own secretions... a heady, musky taste and aroma. He withdrew his finger and let his fingertips brush lightly over her buttocks, and lower. When they reached the slick moistness between her legs he explored her slit while his thumb flicked the hard nub of her clit.
Rose moaned softly, eager for more. Hank chuckled. He could play his woman like a violin and have her dancing to his tune.
"Patience," he said. Removing his hand he brought it cracking down hard on her butt.
Rose whimpered and braced herself for the next spank. It came sooner than she had expected, landing hard on her left cheek, and then again on her right cheek, and then his hand landed sharply right at the top of her tender thighs.
"Oowwww."
"Stop being such a baby. I've barely got started yet. In fact... up you come." He hauled her up off his lap, and his blue eyes glinted mischievously as an idea sprang to mind.
He led her, naked from the waist down, into the kitchenette area of the Winnebago. There he sat her on the table and gently pushed her down so she was laying flat on her back. Next, he raised her legs with his left hand, his right hand busy feeling in the kitchen drawer for the wooden spoon.
Rose's eyes opened wide in embarrassment. She loathed yet loved this most humiliating of all positions, being totally exposed to him and vulnerable. She gasped as the spoon cracked down on her buttocks and thighs, the hard surface connecting with a succession of splats, beating a tattoo on her burning skin. She squealed and wriggled, her yelps giving way to purrs as she felt his tongue probe her pussy and flick against her clit.
Raising his head, he continued to stroke her engorged clit. "Cum for me, baby," he whispered. "Look at me, Rose."
She gasped, forcing herself to open her eyes and stare into his. They were so in tune, physically and emotionally. He mastered her so completely. Her hips began to buck frantically as the orgasm took hold. He smiled through half closed eyes as she shuddered and cried as the waves of pleasure battered her.
"Ohhhh," she murmured in the aftermath. "Oh Hank - that was bloody fantastic." She sat up and her green eyes glinted with desire as she looked at him expectantly.
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br /> "We'll save the real thing for our wedding night - christen this Winnebago baby properly, yeah?"
"Ok, but... maybe there's a little something I can do for you in the meantime," she whispered, with a little smile. The tip of her pink tongue licked her lips as she looked at him lasciviously.
He made no move to stop her as her hands went for his belt, and unclasped it, and then tugged down the zipper of his jeans. He stood immobile, waiting as she removed his clothing. His cock sprang free. Rose stared at it in awe. It never failed to mesmerise her.
Hank chuckled, rightly proud of his giant appendage. Feet apart he stood tall and grasped the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her long hair, firmly encouraging her to bend and take him in her mouth.
She teased him with her tongue, licking his shaft whilst fondling the weight of his balls. Hank growled softly, his hips beginning to pump. He looked down at her, deriving additional pleasure as he watched her pleasuring him with her hands and her mouth. He began to buck faster, his cock standing to full attention. She lovingly slurped her tongue over the engorged tip, almost driving him over the edge. He groaned again, in a mixture of delight and anticipation, and then as she stroked the base of his shaft with one hand, the other guiding his cock into the hot warm embrace of her mouth, he could wait no longer, ejaculating hard and fast down the back of her throat.
A little later the pair were dressed and recovered enough to drive to the airport to collect Rose's father, Sandra, and Uncle Barry and Auntie Joan.
Rose gave her father a big hug. He looked handsome, relaxed and happy. "I've never seen you look so well, dad!"
"I was about to say the same about you." He looked fondly at his only child. "It's so good to see you, Rose. I'm proud of you." He kissed the tip of her nose.
"We're delighted for you both," said Sandra. Much to her surprise, Rose hugged and kissed her with genuine warmth and affection.
"Thank you so much, Sandra... for coming over her for the wedding, and for looking after my dad these past few years. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. I think I was a little bit jealous."
"Oh Rose - That's ok. I'm delighted we can be here for you, and I shall be even happier now to know that we can be friends." Sandra embraced Rose. There were tears in her eyes, knowing that at last, Rose had got over her jealousy. Hank was probably to thank for that.
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