Love in the Rockies

by Thianna D

  “It does.” Zach passed Erin the other menu. “What were you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking I might have the chicken, but then, I always choose the chicken. Maybe I should be a little adventurous.”

  “Have the fish then.” Zach smiled.

  “I don’t really like fish that much.”

  “Steak?” Zach suggested, trying to hold back a grin.

  “No, I think I’ll have chicken. This one.”

  A waitress stopped at their table. “Can I get you some drinks?”

  “We’ll have a bottle of champagne please.” Zach pointed to the drink’s menu and the girl nodded.

  “Are you ready to order your starters or main?

  “My wife I think would like to have the ch—” Zach started.

  “No. I’ll have the garlic shrimp.”

  He shook his head and chuckled. “She’ll have the shrimp and I might just have the same.”

  “Very good, sir,” the girl said with a smile. “No starter?”

  Zach looked at Erin who was still perusing the menu. “Could I have the scallops, please?”

  “Certainly. And you, sir?”

  “I think I’ll have the encrusted crab cakes.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

  * * * * *

  “I don’t know which dish I like more,” Erin said. “It was all so tasty.”

  “It sure was. Do you have room for dessert?” Zach asked. He could feel the excitement building again, so much so that he almost hoped that Erin didn’t want dessert.

  “I think I’m too full.”

  “Then it might be time for me to give you your present.” Zach beamed at her. She was trying to act like she didn’t need a present, but he knew her and he could see the light in her eyes. What girl didn’t love presents? “Close your eyes.” He waited until he was sure that she wasn’t looking before he slipped his hand into his blazer pocket and brought out a small black box. “Open.”

  Erin opened her eyes. She clapped her hands excitedly. “Earrings?”

  “Nope.”

  “It’s too small for a bracelet, she mused. “A locket?”

  “Open it, you silly girl.” He watched her crack open the tight hinge with a click. “It’s an eternity ring.”

  She took the ring from the box and stared at it. “It’s lovely, Zach. Really lovely.”

  “That’s why we had to sleep in an RV and why I didn’t book a fancy cruise. I love you, Erin. I would love nothing more to sail away on a cruise somewhere with you, but I thought the money could be better spent. Vacations pass. I wanted to give you something that would last forever. An eternity ring for the girl I want to spend eternity with.”

  Erin’s eyes filled with tears. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, and this is the best, most thoughtful present ever. Like ever, from anyone to anyone.”

  * * * * *

  Erin had never felt so touched by anything in her whole life. If she wasn’t sure about her gift before, she was now. She opened her purse and got out a gift bag and passed it across the table. “I chose the cup first, when I was still being a selfish brat. I thought it was cute. It is cute, because our kids are on it, and us. That’s not your real present though. I want to give you something special and I want to mark this day. I realized that until now I haven’t really given myself to you totally. I just want you to know that I love you and I trust you with every part of me. I’m ready to let myself go.”

  Zach took the bag with a little hesitancy and peaked inside. “You don’t have to, you know, to prove you love me.”

  “I know,” Erin said. “I want to do it, I have for a while. Girls talk, you know.” She grinned.

  “Do tell. I thought they talked about recipes and kids,” Zach joked.

  “We do that too, but there’s other more interesting stuff as well. Zach, I want to prove to both of us that I can trust you to look after me in every way. The same as you can trust me. I’m ready to let myself go.”

  Zach took another look in the bag and smiled. “Time to get the check.”

  * * * * *

  Erin was naked after she and Zach had used the shower in the RV. She felt like this was her first time all over again. In some ways it was. “Where do we start?” she asked.

  “The same place you start everything; at the beginning.” He wrapped her in a warm hug and kissed her.

  Erin tried to return Zach’s kiss, but it felt forced. She was overwhelmed. Maybe she was making a bigger deal of this than it was, but it felt big. Like a big, momentous occasion that would change both their lives. Maybe it wouldn’t. But maybe, just maybe it would change what she thought was practically perfect and they’d never be able to go back and fix it.

  “Are you nervous?” Zach asked, kissing the edges of her lips with baby kisses.

  “What if I hate it and you love it and I never want to do it again and you only want me there.”

  “It will be the same as it’s always been. I’ll keep loving you no matter what. I don’t want anything from you that you don’t want to give me.”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you know what you want?”

  “A spanking. Not a hard paddling or anything, just a nice one. Then I want you to take the lead because to be honest, I’m pretty bad at it. I never seem to know what I want.”

  Zach nodded, proud of his girl for asking for what she needed. He would do as she asked and he’d read her body. “Lay on the bed, I’m going to get some oil.”

  “I thought I asked for a spanking.”

  “Didn’t you just ask me to take the lead?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But nothing, lay on the bed, I’m getting some oil.”

  * * * * *

  Erin heard him pop the cap and she waited for the cool oil to run down her back. What she got though was a nice surprise. He’d warmed the oil and as it ran down from her neck through all the dips and hollows, she had to admit it was relaxing. Zach’s hands, though, were bliss. He started at her neck and then moved to her shoulders; molding and kneading her flesh with his fingers. He stopped briefly every now and then to kiss her, to fondle her nipples that had pebbled to firm points. When he’d covered her entire back, he moved his attention to her bottom. He was gentle there, avoiding the small bruises that were residue from her paddling. He oiled each globe though, rubbing and touching, allowing his fingers to slip between her cheeks until he dipped into her wet core. “That’s nice,” she said, finally allowing herself to relax.

  “Good girl.” He retrieved his hand and brought it down with a tap on her right cheek and then followed it with another on her left. When she sighed, he started.

  The spanks weren’t hard, but they were fast. He went up and then down, covering every inch of her quivering bottom. He bent to kiss her warm skin. “Mmmm,” Erin hummed. “More.”

  “You want more, huh?”

  “Uh huh.” He kissed her again only this time he ventured to spread her cheeks.

  She tensed a little but forced herself to relax. “Zach!” she squeaked. He had licked her, there, right on her bottom hole.

  “Hush,” he said. “Let me love you, baby.”

  The tongue was back delving deeper and she wanted to pull away. She was so confused. Her brain was telling her that what Zach was doing to her was unnatural but her body begged to differ. Her body loved this. Her nub thudded, her belly curled, and her wet pussy pulsed rhythmically. How did she describe this, erotic, exotic, kinky, alarming or all of the above?

  * * * * *

  “Do you like that?” Zach asked. “Don’t answer, I know you do.”

  Erin’s face flamed with embarrassment.

  “You don’t have to talk. If you want me to stop though, you have to say stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “I’ll tell you if I want you to stop but I won’t. I still want this.”

  Zach kissed her again and then reached for her gift, a tube of lube. He squeeze
d a generous amount on to his fingers and then onto her back hole. He rubbed a finger around and a round, pressing in a little and the pulling out and rubbing again. “Okay?” he asked.

  “I, um, it feels kind of nice.”

  “Good. Hop up on your knees for me, honey.” She did as he asked eagerly, quickly spreading her legs wider when he tapped the inside of her thighs gently. “Good girl. I want you to reach between your legs and rub your clit.” More lube on his own finger and on Erin and he once again moved his finger over her hole. This time though, he pressed a little deeper, kissing Erin’s back lovingly when her breath caught. He wiggled it around and then moved in circles, stretching her tight rim. He kneeled behind her, his erect cock pressed against her but she wasn’t ready to take him there yet, so he moved lower, taking her from behind.

  “Oh, Zach, that feels good.” She pressed back against him, taking him deep inside her.

  “You’re so wet, baby.” He took the lube and once again started to work her tight bottom hole. “You’re so tight. Such a small tight hole,” he said, plunging his finger deep inside her. This time Erin didn’t wince, she kept riding him, squeezing her pussy. He smacked her bottom.

  “Hey, what was that for?”

  “Slow down a little, you feel so good when you do that you’re going to finish me.”

  She giggled. “Sorry.”

  He kissed her shoulder and then grazed it with his teeth. “Are you ready for more?” His finger was still inside her and she seemed to have relaxed around it.

  She nodded. “It feels okay.”

  A second lubed finger tickled her hole and then slid in to join the first. The two digits now pumping and stretching her. “It’s time,” he said. “Put your head down on the bed and keep your bottom up.”

  * * * * *

  Erin tried to breathe but her body seemed to have forgotten how. The air was going in but didn’t seem to be coming back out again. “Okay,” she said. Like now, put it in there before I have a heart attack.

  Zach pumped her tight hole with his fingers and then replaced them with the head of his cock. “Oh Erin,” Zach growled.

  He felt so much bigger, as he pressed inside her. She was burning and yet her body was already trying to accommodate him. She pushed back, hoping it would help him to get all the way in and past the part that made her feel like she was about to split open.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “You never cease to amaze me.” He pushed deeper and then started to move. “Play with yourself, honey.”

  Erin slid her hands between her legs again and was surprised to find herself very wet. As she swirled her fingers around her swollen pearl, Zach moved faster deeper and the pain began to fade. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel him as he slid in and out. The familiar tingles started deep in her belly and yet it was different, her hole was so tight and it was like she could feel everything. “Oh yes, Zach, yes. I’m going to come.”

  Zach held on to Erin’s trembling body and thrust into her one more time, shooting inside her most private hole for the first time, collapsing on top of her, their bodies still joined.

  “You can take it out now,” Erin said when she’d gotten her breath.

  “I think I like it in here,” he said with a chuckle. At the same time, though, he rolled beside her, pulling her into his arms. “That was the best present ever. Thank you,” he said. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I didn’t hate it.” She grinned.

  “That’s pretty good for the first time, I think. They say it gets better.”

  “Maybe we better spend some time perfecting it then.”

  “We do have another day here. Of course, I had some outdoor things planned.”

  “Like?”

  “Sledding and snow tubing. Hiking?”

  “We can do that all that at home in Corbin’s Bend with our girls.”

  “True. Practice makes perfect that’s what I say,” Zach said.

  Erin giggled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It looks like we both got a ring for Valentine’s Day.”

  Zach chuckled loudly. “I love you, Erin.”

  “Love you too. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  The End

  Constance Masters

  I am a wife, a mother, a grandmother and an author. I guess my love of writing began when I was in school. It was the subject I loved most.

  I didn’t write while my oldest children were small because I was busy raising them. Also, there was in Internet then… there weren’t many computers at all and those that -were there were not much more than glorified typewriters. The Internet and high-tech computers make life so much easier and although I still have a couple of children at home, I have much more time to write.

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  Roy and Teri’s Staycation

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  Kate Richards

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  Chapter One

  Spankos Valentine’s Day Cruise

  Join us for a week of fun and frolic on the high seas with like-minded folks this Valentine’s Day. Ports of call include several Caribbean islands including one where “special” excursions have been arranged which you may find more than interesting. Over twenty-five vendors with offerings designed to intrigue and delight, gourmet meals, and lots more! Don’t miss this opportunity to indulge your spanking side. Singles and couples welcome!

  Teri smoothed the cover of the glossy brochure with a sigh. The smiling woman on the front bent at the waist while her beaming male counterpart lifted a paddle in a mock-threatening manner. They were young, gorgeous, and appeared to having a great time on shipboard.

  A Caribbean cruise. Roy’s Christmas present to her this year—to them both—reflected their new lifestyle in a way nothing else could have. They’d missed vacation after vacation with their previous hectic work schedule in the City. She’d been driven, exhausted, and bitchy. And on the brink of divorce. Until their move across the country, harried had been her definition of normal. All work and no play made Teri a girl with a life out of balance.

  Living in Corbin’s Bend, she found time for so many things.

  Like taking their new son, Ben, to the park to play on the swings.

  And painting—her late sister’s studio had provided inspiration.

  And taking long sunset walks with her husband and Ben. A family, but also a l
oving couple. A dream come true.

  Her unwillingness to take time off had almost cost her marriage, and only her sister and brother-in-law’s tragic death in an auto accident—leaving Roy and Teri the care of their almost-four-year old son, Ben—had saved her. Saved them.

  Who knew her identical twin, Melinda, had engaged in the spanking lifestyle? Who knew such a lifestyle existed! But their new home, Corbin’s Bend, was a nest of them. And she and Roy fit right in. Their college dabbling had become a full-fledged domestic-discipline lifestyle.

  So…with Ben packed and ready to go to Kirsten’s house for the week, she and Roy were joining members of the larger spanking community for a cruise to paradise. And possibly—if the wind was right and her eggs cooperated—their ticket to another child.

  Maybe the little girl she’d pictured growing up with big brother Ben.

  Setting the brochure on the kitchen counter, she turned to the stove and gave her stew a stir. Quite an improvement over her early peanut butter omelet attempts their first weeks in Colorado. A busy career woman with a fourteen-hour work day didn’t have time for more than takeout sushi. Her patient men choked down most of what she made with a smile and when the results were beyond what they could stomach, snuck out on an after dinner stroll culminating in a return with pizza breath. If only they brought her some—but they wouldn’t want to insult her. So on those nights, she gobbled a quick cheese sandwich or sleeve of crackers and dumped the rest of the scorched or over-salted mess in the garbage.