Poop, Snap & Pop.
I was braiding cording for a lanyard friendship bracelet when I found her sitting on the steps outside my back door. She was wearing a pink gingham romper, wedge heel espadrilles, with cute little padlocks on the heel’s tags, they matched her macramé belt and band of her wide straw hat, which presently was crawling in my garden’s lettuce bed, next to her. She was crying. I stood at the screen door too long not to speak and not long enough to know what was wrong. So, I did what I thought any descent gentleman should do.
-”Trulie, If you don’t get that big pretty ass off my door, I won’t be able to serve you coffee, and if you don’t get that tortoise out my lettuce bed, you’ll be eating her for dinner one night. Ooh Mister Bubbles this is so tasty…No! No. You wouldn’t“. She stood up and fetched her reptile, sat Kew Kew, on her side of the fence, but she didn’t turn to face me with a sly come back or, her infectiously joyful, Don’t fuck around with my Tortoise man! smile. The dark green velvet ribbon she generally wore around her slender neck was missing. “What’s wrong Sexy? Killed another boyfriend and don’t know where to hide the body?” I turned her by her shoulder, her head hung low and her eyes did not raise to greet me. She kind of laughed and said softly, -“That’s not funny, Peri! The Professor left me. Said I was too intense”. She collapsed into my arms and sobbed.
-“Come on Girl,” I motivated her to sit on her favorite Ottoman on the porch, “talk, don’t talk, don’t matter, I’m here for you.” I thought I am your emotional tampon and this is your first period. She sat with her usual intentional gracelessness, but well trained and poised posture, legs crossed left ankle over right, to her right side and the right side of the settee.
– “Peri, The Professor is a nice man… a good man and I simply adore his children, but you know, now and then, I need some special attention, some occasional discipline and well…
…You understand, I work in a fucked up environment, serving abused and fucked up people, and the little people, who can’t defend themselves. I listen to their frustrations and pains, worries, and truth be told, after a while it wears me down to numbness and I need someone to help me revive my senses. Peri, I only asked him to tie me up spank me and fuck me. I said, you don’t have to call me out of my name or anything. Just treat me like a sex object. He refused and walked out. He was very polite, but I shouldn’t have pushed him so hard. I mean well…When he asked me if I was in love. Well I couldn’t lie. Peri. He’s gone for good and he’s taking the babies and that cute car, his dad’s Catalina, with him.” Trulie looked up and caught me studying her. The way she dresses, the way she smells, the way she sits, talks, stops looking me in the eye after she greets me. Now she was blushing, eyes down and preparing to get up and leave. I touched her hand, gently urging her to stay. Imma dumb ass.
-”You can always talk with me. I know I say inappropriate things to you, but I only mean half of it…well then again, no! I mean it all, Baby. You’re one of the sexiest bitches I’ve ever seen. On the real, if you were mine, there’s no way I wouldn’t slap dat ass at least twice a day”. Trulie started sitting up tall, shoulders back. So, I continued, “If8 you were my woman, I’d slap you in the face with my cock, tie your hands to the foot of your bed with your stockings and I’d spank your thick beautiful ass with a ping pong paddle til it was red and raw, then I’d kiss it with big sloppy wet kisses, and then…” I could smell her wet panties, her carriage improved, breathing slowed and deepened, she was positively glowing hot. So, I dropped the ball. -”No bitch! Ain’t no way I’m let you fuck me to death Girl. Oh I mean every gotdammed word I’m sayin’ to you. You are the most beautiful, powerful, sexy, wonderful, kind hearted, truthful, brilliant woman I’ve ever known, but I’m an old man and you’d wear me out” I reached out with the bracelet and said, “Here I made you this”. Held her hand out and thanked me. Then slid off the settee and onto her knees. She begged with her eyes, then they fell to the floor and she almost whispered.
-”Just spank me. Please! You don’t have to be my master, fuck me or nothin’, but Periwinkle…I just need someone that cares about me, to help me feel alive. I swear I won’t push you too far. You don’t have to think of it as abuse or punishment. Just tough love.” I opened the door to the yard. – Just stay where you are Trulie, I need to think. I walked out, intending to smoke a cigarette. I walked nearly an hour. When I came back, she was still kneeling, head down, the bitch hadn’t moved one fuckin’ inch. I grabbed her chin and roughly raised her to her feet and her eyes to mine.
-Don’t you ever not as long as you live, lower your gaze to me unless you are demanding that I smack your ass Am I perfectly clear!
Her hands lay at her sides almost touching her skirt. Her eyes stared straight out the window into a void, her back was straight and proud. She spoke loudly
-”Yes Sir”, Then she smirked and dropped her eyes to the floor. I hauled off and popped her ass like a child that had stolen the last cookie from a strangers jar. Her knees quivered a little, eyes rolled into the back of her head, she starting sliding down, I grabbed her chin again and raised her upright again, and she dropped her head again. I slapped her ass again. We repeated this process again and again, tears streamed down her face, but she was completely silent, until she whispered,
-“Enough! Please. Thank you”.
I let her have one more whack, just for putting me through all this shit. She yelped and I felt damned proud of her. I went inside and made her a hot chocolate and brought her a carrot cupcake with buttercream frosting, and handed her a couple of squares of toilet paper. I don’t use tissue, unless the housekeeper puts it some I’ll see it. That shit used to be all over the house in these ugly little plastic boxes that screamed, I’ll not a box of paper snot rags. They had to go. She sat cautiously, crying, mewing like a kitten and pleating the paper into cute. I sat trying to pretend my hand didn’t sting and throb, trying to figure out if I enjoyed it and trying to pretend I didn’t want to cum in every beautiful hole in Trulie’s beautiful body. I snapped myself out of that bullshit fantasy and barked at her one last time. -Now take your ass home. I gotta think. Get out. I’ll see you for coffee in the afternoon.
She stood, bowed her head slightly, then happily, ecstatically, radiantly and gratefully said in the clear bell toned voice I love.
-“Yes Sir Mister Bubbles Sir. Good Night and thank you”. She rested her head on my shoulder a quick moment then left. I went in, tried to shake the vision and feel of her round firm ass against my hand, shocks and shuddering waves moving through the both of us. I smoked a bowl, poured a stiff shot of whiskey, slammed it, poured a second one, sipped it slowly, showered, and rubbed my hands with a lotion Trulie had given me one winter evening after I’d finished plowing the snow from both our walks and driveways. I remembered her eyes locked on my eyes, her hands caressing mine. That night, I jacked off with that lotion, imagining her hands, her mouth, her ass, her pussy. I made myself cum twice. The first nut sprayed my belly and the wall. The second one almost knocked me to my knees. I fell asleep with the beautiful elaborately carved bottle in my hand. That bitch haunts my dreams.
