All we ever really wanted on the river was peaceful living. That’s why Tom and I moved here in the first place. It seemed a simple thing to ask for but despite my best intentions, peace never seemed to reign for long periods.
I feel there were two primary reasons for this. The first was my best friend Sue, who could talk me into getting myself in trouble. And the second reason was my own sweet, bossy, loving, old fashion husband, Tom. Through no fault of my own, of course, the combination of these two seemed to keep me in hot water. If Sue wouldn’t keep pushing me into going against Tom’s wishes, and if Tom weren’t so darn picky, life would indeed be peaceful.
Tom’s old fashion ways are wonderful most of the time. He always pets and pampers me, he guards me and guides me, and always puts my needs first. Being treated like a queen is something I’ve never complained about. But there is another side to having an old fashioned husband. In addition to spoiling his wife, Tom also believes that he is the undisputed boss of our family, and what he says goes. To back up his position, he has not one qualm about putting me over his knee and spanking me to get his point across.? Now this isn’t always a bad thing, mind you, Tom is the master at giving fun/good girl spankings as well as lovely erotic ones that make me purr. I’d be just fine if his spanking proclivity stopped there, however on occasion it still falls firmly in the discipline category. I’m not really complaining. Tom is the most wonderful man on earth and there is very little I’d change about our lives together.
* * * * *
The children were back at college. I suppose shouldn’t call them children anymore. Allie, my young neighbor, turned twenty on her last birthday. Allie’s beauty often takes my breath. We met her when Tom and I bought the river house about four years ago. I never imagined when we first met, that a sixteen-year-old child would become one of my best friends, but over the last four years, that is exactly what happened. She was a looker then and has only improved as she’s matured. Her long dark hair and vivid green eyes cause her to be noticed wherever she goes. But her eyes are only on one person?Ryan.
I suppose I could describe Ryan as my surrogate child. What a dear boy he is. We first met him when we lived in our old home. He was a skinny, fast growing teenager looking for a job mowing lawns. Although we had a gardener at the time, I asked him to stay and help me with my flowerbeds. He had just looked so forlorn when we’d turned him down.
When we moved to the river, Ryan was a frequent guest, and once he spotted Allie next door, the frequency increased. Ryan and his father disagreed over his major in college. Ryan’s father wanted him to work toward a business major while Ryan chose to go into landscaping and lawn design. After his first year at school Ryan came to the river to live full time. Sue and Steve have a small guesthouse and it suited his needs perfectly.
Ryan is a senior now and Allie’s a sophomore. I’ve always been grateful that their school is so close. We still often get them on weekends and they can certainly liven the place up. Tom and I have no blood relatives; our friends are our family. Once we talked Sue and Steve into moving here a couple of years ago, we had nearly all our ‘family’ around us. The exception would be Annie and Andy Holmes. Annie, Sue, and I have been together as the best of friends for more than fifty years. We haven’t convinced them to relocate to the east coast, but we aren’t giving up hope. Thankfully, we still all manage to get together somewhere in the country several times a year. But I still miss Annie and Andy and until we convince them to move, Allie and Sue and I will try to entertain one another and keep the men-folk interested at the same time.
Tom and I still own our old house in New Bern, and I like to check by about once a month. We lease it to Tom’s company, and they have various guests and big wigs staying there from time to time. There’s a lovely couple living in the house that take care of these guests and maintain the grounds. I like to talk with them in person from time to time to make sure they are treated well by the company and any guests that visit. Sue and I were going early to shop, and then Alice was fixing us lunch at the house.
Tom and I talked about it the night before and all was well, but the next morning he had to stick his nose into our business. I was still in bed when Tom leaned down to kiss me good-bye. I think I made some sweet loving sound while not really wakening until he said, “Honey, Steve’s driving us in today. I don’t want you going on the highway in the Toy, take the big car.”
I was awake in an instant and completely annoyed, but I didn’t let on to either. I simply murmured again, which could have meant anything or nothing.
“Cassie, did you hear me?” Tom asked.
I mumbled something unintelligible once again and gave a faint nod, which could have been just adjusting my head on the pillow.
The next moment faking sleep was no longer possible and Tom whipped back the covers and popped my bottom so hard I nearly come up swinging. “What was that for?” I demanded.
“Are you awake and do I have your attention?” Tom asked sweetly.
“I heard you,” I snapped. “You told me you were interfering with my day by telling me I have to drive that horrible old tank instead of my beautiful, sleek, safe, toy!”
“And you,” Tom told me, grinning, “were planning on ignoring what I said and telling me later that you were asleep and didn’t remember me saying a thing about it. Girl, don’t you think I can tell by now when you’re faking sleep?”
Tom looked so pleased with himself. I couldn’t help but laugh. He can annoy me in more ways than I can count, but I love that man. Twisting around to look at my rear I scolded, “I think you left a hand print.”
“How ‘bout I promise to kiss it and make it all better when I get home this evening?”
“Well maybe,” I told him with a grin. “But while I’m shopping today, I’m looking for a husband that’s not so darn bossy. If I don’t find just what I’m looking for, I’ll give you one more chance.”
We both heard a quick horn blast from the drive.
“Have fun and be careful.” Tom told me as he headed for the door. “I love you,” and he was gone. Fully awake I decide to get up and begin getting ready. Forty minutes later,???? I was ready to call Sue when she walked in. “I would’ve come and gotten you,” I told her.
“Yeah I know, but my coffee maker wouldn’t work this morning. I thought I’d just get some here. Remind me to look for a new one today.”
We drank our coffee and planned out our day. As we entered the garage, I headed for the big car like a good girl. “Why aren’t we taking the toy?” Sue demanded stopping by it.
“Tom doesn’t want me taking it on the highway. He said to take the big car. That’s why he was riding with Steve today.”
Sue’s look of disgust was palatable. “It’s supposed to get in the sixties today, sunny, no wind ? we could have the top down while we in town and you want to drive the tank. How many more pretty days do you think we’re going to get in January?”
I knew what Sue meant. Our winters were rarely severe, but this was a particularly nice day. I hesitated, and Sue could clearly see that I was wavering. But to her credit, if not mine, she did stop short of talking me into changing my mind. She left the dirty work up to me.
“I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully, looking longingly at my beautiful toy. “Tom would wear me out if he finds out.”
“He won’t be home until after five,” She pointed out. “We’ll be home hours before that.”
“All right! But if I get caught, I’m swearing it was all your idea and that you held a gun to my head.”
“It’s not my decision,” Sue told me standing beside the car. “I would never tell you to do something against what dear Tom said. It’s completely up to you.”
“Oh shut-up and get in,” I snapped.
I do love driving my toy. I left the top up as we started out, but it was going down as soon as we hit town. It was a beautiful day. Soon we were tooling along the highway in fine spirits when the car began to cough and sputter. All I could think was this cannot be happening.
Unfortunately, it was. It felt like the car just wasn’t getting any gas. I managed to maneuver to the side of the road. We sat in total silence. I tried to restart the car but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. I finally turned to my passenger and said quietly.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Kill me?” Sue shot back at me. “I didn’t do anything to your car. What’s wrong with it? I’m betting Tom cut your gas line.”
I closed my eyes and put my head on the steering wheel for a moment. Why do these things always happen to me, and why do they always happen at the worse times? Sue didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Finally she said, “I guess we’re gonna have to call the boys.”
“Oh, no, we aren’t!” I told her firmly. There was no way I was calling Tom. Besides the spanking I knew I’d get for this, I simply felt awful that I had completely ignored what Tom had asked me to do. As much as I wanted to avoid this particular spanking I was also desperate not to hurt Tom by letting him know what I’d done.
“Well, we can’t sit here forever,” Sue snapped. “What’s your plan?”
Desperation was fueling my thinking, but the answer was fairly simple. “We’re calling to get someone to tow the car back to the house.”
* * * * *
The wait for AAA seemed to take forever, but in reality, they came fairly quickly. The driver was looking things over and asked where he was to take it.
“We’re taking it back to my house,” I told him and gave him the address.
“Lady, there’s no need to take it to your place. It’s just gonna have to be towed later to somewhere it can be fixed.”
“No,” I told him clearly. “I just want to get the thing home.”
The driver looked at me like I was crazy, but finally shrugged and began making short work of attaching the car. “We’ll wait in the truck,” I told him.
For those interested, gaining access to the cab of a tow truck, while wearing a skirt and heels can present some challenges. Add to that the fact that the bottom of the door seemed to be about level with my head and you begin to see my problem. Well, perhaps this was a slight exaggeration, but to say I entered gracefully would not be correct. I was able to pull myself about half way in when Sue realized she needed to do some pushing. I felt like I was practically sitting on her head as she shoved me the rest of the way.
Having gained entrance myself I turned to give Sue a hand. But pull as I might, we didn’t seem to be making much headway until the driver came around and unceremoniously grabbed Sue around the waist and plopped her down beside me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that particular look on Sue’s face before. Her eyes were so large I feared they would spring from her head. I took one look at her and couldn’t contain my laughter. Not even a fierce poke in the rib from Sue’s elbow helped me retain my composure, and for the entire trip home I would occasionally lapse into giggle.
As we neared town the driver once again tried to persuade me to let him take the car to a garage. And I again refused. I had to get the car home and back in the garage. In a day or two when I would tell Tom it wouldn’t start ? well he couldn’t blame it on me.
Arriving home, I was glad it was the middle of the morning on a workday. I felt as conspicuous as a thief and wanted to get the tow truck gone quickly. Our exiting the truck was about as graceful as our entrance, but we did manage it on our own. I spoke quickly with the driver to make sure our AAA membership included free towing. I was prepared to pay in cash if necessary. I wasn’t having a bill come to the house.
He was about to drive off when I saw a major problem and shouted for him to wait. “It’s the wrong way! It’s the wrong way! You’ll need to turn it around.”
“Lady, what are you talking about?” he growled from the truck window.
“The car,” I said desperately, “I need it facing the other way. I need to push it into the garage, but not like it was backed in.”
“Lady, I pick up and deliver. You’ll have to do the decorating yourself.” With that he drove off with a clash of gears that surely got the attention of anyone still in the neighborhood.
I was nearly as agitated as when the car stopped. I was so close but even if we pushed the car back into the garage as I planned, Tom would know something was up if it were backed in. I had to get the car turned around and pulled into place correctly. I could only think of one way. Throwing my purse into the car I turned to Sue.
“Come on, we’re going to have to push.”
“Push what?” she asked stupidly.
“Come on,” I insisted again, “we need to push the car out into the street, and then push it back down the street enough so that we can change direction push it into the garage like it’s supposed to be.
Sue just stared at me. “I’m going home,” She stated flatly.
“You are not going anywhere until we get this car turned around!” I snapped at her. “Push!”
“Does it ever occur to you that I get tired of playing Ethel to your Lucy act?” Sue wanted to know.
“Just shut up and push, will you?”
Small as the toy is we were having a hard time getting it to move. I was beginning to panic when I heard a voice ask, “What in the world are you two doing now?”
My head snapped up to see Allie crossing her yard toward us. “I thought you were going back this morning,” I told her.
“I don’t have a class until four and Ryan is meeting with some nursery guy that wants his help this summer. Now, what are y’all doing?”
We gave her a quick rundown of our morning and she just as quickly grasped the seriousness of my plight. Allie, bless her heart, jumped right into action and took over. First, she opened the garage door, which we hadn’t thought to do before all the pushing. She jumped into the car and released the emergency brake that the tow truck driver had set and put the car in neutral. Sue and I stood there looking like the complete bumbling idiots we were. With Allie’s help, the car was pushed to a point where we could change directions, and push it back on to the driveway and maneuver it gently into its proper place in the garage. As the garage door rumbled shut behind us I drew my first easy breath since we had taken off that morning.
Allie came over and gave me a hug. “You really think you can keep Tom from finding out all about this?”
Sweet Allie, whether for good or evil, she seemed to look up to Sue and me as role models. We didn’t ask for the job, it just happened. I knew I shouldn’t be such a bad example ? teaching her to keep things from the man you love, but Allie knew as well as I did what was in my future if Tom found out I had totally gone against his wishes.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I sure hope so. I’m glad it was just you here and not Ryan. That sweet boy used to keep my secrets from Tom when he first began to work for us, but I fear those days are over.”
Allie laughed. “I’m afraid you’re right. But nobody’s going to hear it from me. Well, I’ve got to go. I’m taking mom out for lunch in fifteen minutes.
“What would I do without that girl?” I asked Sue.
“You wouldn’t need her as much if you would just learn to listen to your husband.”
“If I’d learn to listen? you were the one who said? like you ever listen to yours?” I finally stopped sputtering in anger as Sue’s laughter rang out.
“Ah, Cassie, I’m glad we moved here. Living around you and Tom, my life is never dull. So what’s the plan now?”
Looking at my watch I said, “Alice isn’t expecting us until one, we’ve got time. We’ll shop after we eat. We’ll have the big car so it won’t matter if we’re late.”
“I’m game.” Sue told me and once again we started out ? in the proper vehicle. I thought the big excitement was over for the day. How wrong I was.