New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part II

The story begins with New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part I.

It took me a week to make it up to Adam. I knew I really loved him and couldn’t let me leave me. Or rather, I couldn’t let myself push him away. I used every trick in Cosmo, and by the end of the weekend things were finally good again.

That was years ago, and the whole night had been totally out of character for me. I am no longer that naive girl. I am a mature, professional woman now. And if I only have a single Margarita, I should be OK. I just have to be careful. Or at least not careless.

“So do you want original or I have mango?” Brittney asked, holding up a green and yellow bottle of premade margarita mix.

“Ah, lets try mango.” I replied, trying to sound confident, through I am sure my voice gave away my hesitation. I watched her mix the ingredients in the blender, telling myself I would be ok. I knew I was wrong when the yellow iciness touched my lips. It felt so cold yet warming. Invigorating really.

I slide the glass a reasonable distance in front of me as I tried to hold off taking a second sip. I could only have one and the night was still young. Brittney started going on about their Christmas festivities, which helped distract me from the golden ice. Focusing on her really helped me forget about the margarita, so much so, that I took a second, long sip without thinking about it.

Bethany and Jake arrived as we finished our first glass. Well, actually I finished my first glass. Brittney still had half of her glass left. I wish it was because she was talking most of the time, but truthfully I just downed mine. The second sip burned through every resolution I had made to control my intake of tequila. I enjoyed the sweet nectar dancing across my lips as the icy shards tickled my tongue. It was a winter wonderland for my mouth.

Bethany joined us in the kitchen as Jake went downstairs to join the guys. Glasses were refilled as Bethany asked Britney about some family gossip. I didn’t really care what they were talking about, so long as my glass wasn’t empty.

“You know what we need, MUSIC!” I proclaimed, downing the last gulp of my second margarita.

“Yea!” Bethany and Brittney echoed. Brittney dug out a portable iPod player from the kitchen desk nook as Bethany dug into her purse for her iPod.

“Lets use my iPod. You have horrible taste in music,” Bethany proclaimed sliding her iPod along the counter.

Brittney smirked back, “You just don’t know good music when you hear it.”

“That hillbilly twang stuff is good music?” Bethany shot back playfully.

“Oh just admit you like it. I know you root for team Blake.”

“So, he’s the only hot one on the show.”

I watched the playful banter between sisters evolve I became jealous this time at being left out. I felt this growing urge to add something, anything. I just didn’t know what to add. I was an only child and Adam only had two younger brothers so I felt out of place dealing with a sister. I don’t know why, but I suddenly just shouted, “I’m on team Blake too!”

The kitchen went absolutely silent. Britney and Bethany just stared at me, unsure what to make of my outburst. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my cheeks as I started blushing. Luckily, the tequila saved me, and I suddenly burst out into a giggle, which the sisters quickly joined me in.

With music in the background, the small talk started flowing quickly, with our mixed drinks keeping pace. Where were finishing up the first bottle of premade mix when the conversation started to to get adult orientated.

“That’s like those Cosmo articles on 27 tips for better sex.” Britney remarked.

“Hey! I those articles,” Bethany retorted.

“Just because you have no creativity doesn’t make them good,” Britney replied.

“Ah, everyone gots to have their porn,” I quipped with a tight lipped smile.

“They are not porn!” Bethany shot back, completely ignoring her sister’s slight.

“Sure…” I giggled.

“So what kind of porn do you like?” Brittney asked me, her voice laced with sarcastic mischief.

Had I actually thought before speaking, I would have known that this would be a follow up question. Every L-1 knows not to ask a question that you are not prepared to answer yourself. My professors were sure to drive that point home every chance they got. It went well with the point of do not ask a question for which you do not already know the answer.

“What, cat got your tongue?” Bethany mocked, tipping her glass at her older sister.

I responded with a low growl and a squinting nose. “No, I prefer the erotic type.”

“What a lame answer. I knew you were just a prude.” Bethany laughed.

“I am not!” I blurted out, even though it was a complete lie. I just happen to like things simpler. It is more romantic that way.

“BUULLLLSHITT! I bet you only like missionary and with the lights out!” Bethany laughed.

“I do not! I’ll have you know that Adam and I have sex with the lights on.” I replied as I stood and place my hands on my hips. I was trying to act determined, but the huge grin across my face would not go away. Britney burst out giggling first and Bethany and I were close behind.

We were still giggling when Rick had the nerve to interrupt our girl talk. “Ah, where is the extra dip?” Rick asked from the kitchen doorway. The three of us gals hushed up instantly, causing Rick to slowly look over us. I am sure we looked like we had just been caught in the act of some mischief.

“Oh, we’ll bring it down in a moment, honey,” Britney finally broke the silence.

Rick let out a long sigh before leaving with an, “OK.”

As soon as he turned his back well all covered our mouths, trying to suppress our giggles. He had almost caught us talking about porn, of all things.

We made another pitcher of Margaritas and took it, tortilla chips and the dip down to join the guys downstairs. I had not intended in staying down there for very long, I was just curious as to what they guys were doing. Somehow one thing led to another and Britney put on music over by the pool table.

With a drink in one hand and a good beat filling the room, there was only one thing to do. I tried pulling Adam up to dance with me, but he was more interested in the XBox. All the guys were more interested in the video game than us girls, so we just started dancing without them.

One the second song, Britney noticed Bethany was just standing there while we danced, so she reached out and grabbed her sister’s wrists. A slight pull and Bethany was next to us with Brittney hugging onto her. “Sis, Jake doesn’t seem to approve you standing off like that!” Britney said into her ear.

Bethany opened her mouth to respond, but paused for a moment. Britney took this as a non-response and swung her hand out, and slapped it firmly onto Bethany’s bottom.

“Owe” Bethany cried out, trying to wiggle away from her older sister.

“Oh com’on have some fun!”

“No, let go,” Bethany whined as she wiggled her shoulders about.

A stroke of genius came across me at that moment. Bethany had poked fun at me for being a prude, I now had an opportunity to show how much of a prude she really is. I took a half step sideways so that I was directly next to her. She was still worried about Britney’s bear hug and didn’t even realize when I took hold of her skirt’s zipper. One quick tug and the garment was a pile at her feet. “Who’s the prude now?” I giggled, taking a step back.

“AHH!” Bethany squealed.

Instantly everyone attention was focused on the skirt-less Bethany. Britney let go of her, allowing her to take a couple tangled steps backwards. She quickly covered her front while bending over a little bit. She made a few awkward steps sideways and backwards, trying to cover herself from the guys, though giving me a clear view of her booty. I don’t know what she was trying to hide, because the pink thong did not cover much, especially on the back.

Beyond Bethany, I could tell the guys all had different reactions to my little joke. Rick chuckled a little and tried to hide his amusement. Jake has started to blush a little, probably out of embarrassment at being turned out at his fiance’s embarrassment.

Adam expression through scared me. He clearly looked pissed and he did not make me wait long to find out how mad he was. Once Bethany was redressed, Adam got up and made a beeline for me. The next thing I know, we were halfway up the stairs to the second floor. He checked a couple of doors, finding one locked, a messy guest room in the second and settled for the master bedroom. He paused for a moment at the bed, then continued through the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He unceremoniously sat on the edge of the bathtub, positioning me in front of his knees.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, looking down at my sock covered toes. It felt like I needed to say something.00

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, it’s Bethany,” Adam growled.

“I know,” I mumbled.

“You know? You know? Why did you do such a childish thing!”

“I don’t know. I..I…I…sigh. She called me a prude and I, hmm, wanted, hmm, to show her I wasn’t.”

“What! You pulled down her skirt because she called you a prude!”

“Hmmm, I guess,” I mumbled.

“Well, I guess you just earned yourself a spanking!” I knew it was coming ever since I saw his expression, but I wasn’t quite prepared when he flipped me over his lap so that all I could see was the white tile floor.

“Ah! Adam! No!”

SMACK! The intensity at which that first swat burned into by bottom surprised me. Adam had picked up the bathbrush laying next to the tub and started immediately with it. My short experience with Adam’s spankings had not prepared me for the shock that wooden brush of hell delivered. I can still remember those first few swats as if it happened a moment ago. The crisp sting of the initial contact followed by a deep, expansive burn, reaching all the way through my hips. It was a new kind of awful I never want to feel again, but then another swat would arrive.

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