I have ALWAYS fantasized about the Old West . . . "only daughter of a wealthy rancher" kind of thing. I am always the irresponsible brat, expecting to be treated like a princess by everyone, who ultimately has to be tamed by the gorgeous foreman (who happens to look a lot like my college boyfriend - the one who got away). It plays out a lot like an old John Wayne movie (McLintock) except the spankings are always delivered on my bare bottom with a gloved hand.
There are many scenes to this recurring fantasy. My most favorite is when he finds me swimming nude in the pond with several of the hands watching from the distant clifftops. He wades into the water, boots and all, and pulls me out with a huge smack to my bottom. He then mounts his horse (this is the Old West, remember), pulls me up across his lap and proceeds to spank me all the way back to the ranch house. (I'm not too sure a horse would calmly trot while this type of commotion was going on, but in my dreams he does.) Once back at the house, he throws me over his shoulder, storms up to his bedroom (I've never pursued why the foreman sleeps in the ranch house - it just has to be that way) and grabs a big, old wooden paddle out of his closet. After a good, hard paddling, I'm put to bed (his bed) without supper and told to expect another spanking every day for a week. I am restricted to his room, forced to sit on a hard wooden chair and write letters of apology to everyone I've snarled at in my life. This cowboy is delicious and has to work hard to make me mind. . .which my constantly red bottom and tear streaked cheeks prove.
In real life, my husband is more vanilla than vanilla bean ice cream. He had a rough childhood with very abusive parents and totally abhors anything remotely connected with spanking. I've tried discussing DD with him. I've left printouts of TAKEN IN HAND stories out where he can't miss them. His response is "spanking isn't fun!" Except for his aversion to spanking, he is the perfect mate - handy at fixing things, doesn't mind pushing the vacuum cleaner or even putting dishes in the dishwasher. So, for 22 years now, I've spent my days with my hardworking, honest, empathetic to those in need of anything except spanking husband, and my nights with Cowboy Chance. If my husband ever turned into Chance, I'd faint dead away, y'all. |