All packed and ready to go. What a week this has been! Some fun, a lot of crap, a modicum of stress, and a husband who could cut to the chase and make a call the wife could not. Poof, problem solved and the weight of the world lifted. Eamon to the rescue! Sheila smiled.
A few hours at work that morning, and then home quickly to get ready, here it was 1 PM, and all that remained was for Eamon's truck to roll up the driveway. Sheila was excited, and anticipation of a great weekend wasn't the only dimension to it.
Months ago they'd looked into options for their 26th wedding anniversary, and considered several options. Their 25th was behind them, and although marred by tumultuous problems in the months before, it ultimately became one of the most renewing weekends of their lives. Sex, sex and more sex for four days. It was as near perfect as possible. What could top it?
Eamon suggested that the answer was probably "nothing could," and Sheila had to smile. He was right. Equal, or approach it maybe, but trying on purpose to top it might set up a let down. That was really a better goal. Better yet, let what ever they settled on just be enjoyable and something they could both look forward to, then back on with fond memories. Why set expectations and then risk failing to meet them? Of course that was Eamon logic rattling around her mind. Sheila was wired to dream, and anticipate to the enth degree and beyond it.
Emotional and physical wellbeing were taking on power in their lives, and holistic strategies to achieve or maintain it managed to get both of their attention. Both of them viewed their spiritual and physical connection to be the thing that made their relationship strong, and kept them close. By accident, or maybe by dedication, they'd created a recipe for a comfortable and fulfilling partnership. So, something that would renew that made good sense.
Sheila came across some brochures for couple's retreats on a rack at the doctor's office. She picked them up and brought them home. Eamon wasn't opposed, but the idea of spending time in seminars and discussion groups about constructive communication and creative arguing wasn't exactly his idea of fun. One of the groups had a website, and Sheila decided to check out their program before completely dismissing the idea.
The relationship site was a bust. Eamon was right. Their marriage was strong already. Some of the links on it were intriguing though. Maybe they didn't need relationship advice, but time away together trying something new might be fun. Holy cow! There are actually retreats and workshops for jazzing up your sex life! Sheila had to laugh. But, one site offered workshops for tantric sex. They read about Tantric love together a while back, and had been trying some of the exercises in a book Sheila came across. A weekend away for the express purpose of having sex and pleasing each other was a lot more interesting than the other retreat options. Sheila saved the site as a favorite, and e-mailed it to Eamon.
They did some investigating together over the next few evenings. Three different groups had workshops in Texas on their anniversary weekend. Eamon checked out some references and talked with the instructors. One sounded too clinical, so it was crossed off. The deciding factor was the recommendations they got from couples who took workshops with the groups in the past year.
The retreat that ranked highest was offered at a quaint bed and breakfast in the Hill Country north west of San Antonio. Sheila liked the idea a lot, though Eamon was non-committal. He agreed it sounded interesting, but said they could do as well on their own somewhere without the expense of instructors and bullshit like classes. When Sheila asked if they were going to or not, the discussion was closed with him saying, "we'll see."
After that, Sheila let it drop, unaware that Eamon took the initiative, and registered them. When the confirmation and information came in e-mail, he wrapped it in a small box, and gave it to her as an "early" anniversary gift.
For well over a month, Sheila enjoyed a slow bubbling excitement, and now today, they were getting ready to go. All she could think about was loving Eamon, and his body. By the time she had the suitcase, carry on and airline tickets assembled, her groin was throbbing with anticipation. Their flight didn't leave until 5PM.
"Gawd! I can't wait that long!" Sheila thought about some solo activity while she waited for her husband, and smiled at how naughty that would be. The workshop information recommended that they have sex in the morning before leaving so that urgency would be less of an inhibiting factor when they applied the first exercises that evening. So, they did that. But it hadn't worked because already Sheila was aching for more. Truth be told, she wanted more than sex she wanted a damned hard spanking and then some sex. Her heart pounded with both desire, and anxiety that Eamon was going to get home too late for that to be possible.
Trying to fill the time, she logged on the computer and answered e-mails, and then she started proof reading a spanking story she was working on for a website. Her groin throbbed, and the growing temptation to go into the bedroom and relieve herself distracted her. Just as she was about to give in to it, Eamon surprised her by coming in the front door. She hadn't heard his truck pull up, and she was surprised that he didn't come through the garage.
"Hey stranger, wanna mess a round with a really bad girl?" she smiled.
"That's the plan," he smiled back, and pulled his tie loose. "Let me get a shower and changed and we'll head for the airport in about an hour."
"But I've been having very evil thoughts right now," Sheila grinned and shifted her bottom suggestively on the sofa cushion.
"Is that right?" Eamon chuckled.
"Yeah, I think I should be spanked very hard for them too," Sheila nodded.
"Very hard?"
"Yes VERY VERY hard."
"That bad huh?" Eamon tossed his tie onto the chair by the door, and put his hands on the buckle of his duty belt.
"Yes, so bad my bum should be blistered," Sheila crooned and stood up. Her eyes focused on Eamon's hands and the bulge that was beginning to push out below them.
"Then you better go to your room and pull those pants down hadn't you?" First his holstered pistol found it's niche in the locked safe behind the closet door, and then his duty belt landed with a thump on the floor. Eamon advanced on his wife with a mock stern look on his face. "Get moving or it will go much harder on you."
Sheila sidled over to get in his way, and then scampered backward in front of him toward the bedroom. She couldn't help giggling. Eamon responded with a wicked smile.
"You better wipe that grin off your face right now young lady or I'll have to deal with you severely."
"Promise?" Sheila giggled more.
"Oh yes, you bet your butt I promise," Eamon lunged and caught her by the waistband of her slacks. "First we'll take these off."
Sheila responded by leaning up against her husband. They embraced and kissed. When her slacks fell with gravity, Sheila rubbed her stomach against Eamon's bulging groin. He leaned down and pushed her panties off her bottom, and then he grasped her cheeks and pulled her tighter against him. Sheila groaned and shivered. Her groin pulsed with excitement.
Eamon's grip on her bottom tightened almost brutally. "You're a very bad girl," he crooned.
"Yes I know. What are you gonna do about it?" Sheila bit Eamon's lower lip hard, her eyes twinkled with the dare.
Eamon's eyes twinkled back, and he lifted Sheila to the bed, taking her mouth with his. He sat and placed Sheila between his knees. "Hard spanking?" he grinned.
"Yes please, really hard," Sheila smiled.
"Very bad huh?"
"The worst," she nodded.
