By way of introduction…
Annikki and I met a few years ago on an Internet forum named Speculum Pages. I had posted my first and only entry to a discussion and Annikki sent the only reply. Over the course of a few weeks and dozens of emails, we discovered we had a lot more in common than anal eroticism. Annikki is an American born and raised Israeli that went to a kibbutz summer after high school and stayed. I am a Southerner that answers proudly to the term "Redneck." I realize that doesn't sound like we could have anything in common, but we discovered so many connections that it was spooky. By the end of the first month, she invited me to come to Israel. By the end of the second month I accepted. The first meeting was amazing. I arrived in Tel Aviv on Shabbat evening and she could not come until Sunday morning. I left a note with an extra key at the hotel's front desk, and was awakened by a naked goddess sliding under the covers beside me.
We both have adult children and grandchildren. So, no, Annikki and Seth are not our real names. When our love exploded on us we were both married. My wife, who supported and encouraged our relationship and became very close to Annikki, has since died. Annikki remains in a love filled 30+-year marriage. We spend a week together twice each year if at all possible. In between, we "talk" daily in Messenger, send e-cards for any reason at all, and exchange erotic writings.
Even though Annikki is an accomplished professional, has two degrees, and edits professional journal articles, when she writes erotica she adopts a stream of consciousness style devoid of punctuation, capitalization, and paragraphing. I edited her emailed note to conform to Literotica style constraints.
Annikki is only, but always, submissive in the bedroom. I am only, but always, in charge in the bedroom. Rigshee is Yiddish for laying a guilt trip on someone. The Kinneret is the Sea of Galilee. Safed is a magical mystical village in northern Israel. Pupik is Yiddish for the belly button. Cous is Hebrew and Arabic for the female genitalia. And, going "to Ireland" is not anti-Gaelic. It is our euphemism for using the toilet and comes from our second trip together. We spent a week in a small three-room cabin in an Orange grove near Nahariya. Whenever, genteel and somewhat shy, Annikki went into the bathroom; she would play a CD of Irish folk music to cover any embarrassing sounds.
Musings on The Kinneret
S
he wrote…
He had just opened one eye-and said in his growly morning voice, "Get back here into bed darling. I want to wake up with you beside me."
More than willingly she curled up next to him, settled her tummy on his tush, and enjoyed snuggling in the chilly November morning. She had been up for a while and already had thoughts about how they would spend the day. So she whispered in his ear, "Are we going to see the Kinneret today? Or mosey around Safed and pick up some mystic karma in its ancient alleyways?"
"We might, and we might not." he answered.
"Ok…" was hers. Not totally understanding the cryptic reply, she knew he was full of surprises. Some of them were whimsical, and others dark.
"You go over there to the closet and bring me my small black bag. Then get back here in bed."
The timbre of his voice left no question about obeying or not, so she padded over to the closet in her t-shirt and bare feet and set the bag down on his side of the bed. When she saw what he took out-her face clouded over and all she could muster was, "You can't be serious!"
"Sugar, when have I been anything BUT serious?"
He was holding a huge foil wrapped object and yes, a disposable adult diaper.
"Now," he continued in his fully awake voice, "You have been keeping something from me and you know that is not allowed. I know you have not been "to Ireland" as you like to call it since we got here. And I know, and you know, this is not good for you so we are going to have to do something about that. Get over my knees and, no fussing."
"Honey," she started to say. But he put his finger to her lips and shook his head.
"Do I need to remind you who is the Boss here?"
"But," he continued, "I will give you a choice. And this is how it goes. In either case you are going to have this suppository that I made for you up your back door. And, if it comes out before its time, its going right back in. So, don't even think about objecting. After I am sufficiently convinced it is doing its job, you can either chose to have me put this diaper on you and stay here in bed with it on until it has done its job. Or, you can chose to stay here over my knee and take a spanking until you are ready to go to the ladies room."
"THESE are
choices
?" she asked in a quaking voice.
His fingers were already busy unwrapping the sticky intruder. So his answer was just a nod and a raised eyebrow indicating she should make her choice.
A rush of air escaped her lips, which again was only answered by a raised eyebrow.
"I am waiting..."
"But Honey!"
"NO BUTS!"
"Ok, ok. That diaper scares me, but so does the prospect of being spanked…is there a third option perhaps?"
Try as he could, he gave a small chuckle but the stern face quickly returned and he shook his head to indicate not.
She hesitated one moment more and then raised her long white t-shirt up over her quivering ass and said that she hoped he wouldn't be TOO hard on her. A smile was his answer as the big gooey object was inserted and his hand came down hard on her waiting flesh.
She wasn't sure how long the whole thing went on, but at some point she stopped biting her lip to ask "Can I please, please use the ladies room NOW."
One more swat came down hard and then his long awaited "Yes", could be heard in the silent room in the golden glow of the November morning.