Friday, November 24, 2006
Turkey and Balls and Bottoms...Oh, My!
As I write this, the day is winding down, the triptophane is kicking in, and another Thanksgiving day is nearing its end. Since Maribel plays on her university’s varsity basketball team, she has to leave Friday morning so she can be back for practice and her next game, so the time that we get to spend in with my eldest daughter is precious. Of course, for most of the evening, she and her boyfriend were out visiting friends.
Maribel’s beau is a handsome fellow. He is not a college athlete like Maribel, but has reasonable athletic talent. Since we had also invited Bernie and her partner, and since it was a lovely, sunny day here in the Midwest, that naturally meant it was time for a game of driveway basketball. Bernie’s partner is a fair basketball player herself, so she and the boyfriend were on my team, making the other team Angela, Maribel, and Bernie. In a brief, private moment just prior to starting, Angela and I made a bet as to the outcome of the game. Not surprisingly, the wager was a spanking.
Despite the talent against us, I figured that my team had speed and size on our side, so I felt that we would be the likely winners. I was wrong.
Now, lest you think I might perhaps not play my best so that I would have the better chance of being on the receiving end of our bet, let me assure you that I take great pride in my basketball abilities. I played as hard as my old legs could, and I used every trick, except the dirty ones, that I have learned over my years of experience, but it did no good. I neglected to consider endurance in my outcome prediction. Maribel plays college basketball, and Bernie is a professional police officer who works out regularly. As the old saying goes, they ran circles around us. What was worse, Maribel wasn’t even playing hard because she did not want to risk getting hurt.
So I now have something to look forward to in the next couple of days.
There was one drawback to the game, besides the pain (in my legs, not my butt) that I will be in for the remainder of the weekend. I saw Maribel and her fellow have a brief, private meeting just before we began our contest. Since I am aware that she is a Spanko and a spanko (no, I’m not repeating myself), I have a feeling that their wager was along the same vein as the one as Angela and had. Well, I guess that she is an adult and therefore she has the right to take part in whatever adult pleasures she prefers. Still, an old dad still can’t help thinking of her as his little girl.
I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving.
Because we’ve entered the season of giving, I’ve decided to give all of my esteemed readers a special bonus. Yes, my dear frields, I present to you, as a token of my love for all of you, a picture of my ass:
I become dangerous when I discover how to do something new.
Maribel’s beau is a handsome fellow. He is not a college athlete like Maribel, but has reasonable athletic talent. Since we had also invited Bernie and her partner, and since it was a lovely, sunny day here in the Midwest, that naturally meant it was time for a game of driveway basketball. Bernie’s partner is a fair basketball player herself, so she and the boyfriend were on my team, making the other team Angela, Maribel, and Bernie. In a brief, private moment just prior to starting, Angela and I made a bet as to the outcome of the game. Not surprisingly, the wager was a spanking.
Despite the talent against us, I figured that my team had speed and size on our side, so I felt that we would be the likely winners. I was wrong.
Now, lest you think I might perhaps not play my best so that I would have the better chance of being on the receiving end of our bet, let me assure you that I take great pride in my basketball abilities. I played as hard as my old legs could, and I used every trick, except the dirty ones, that I have learned over my years of experience, but it did no good. I neglected to consider endurance in my outcome prediction. Maribel plays college basketball, and Bernie is a professional police officer who works out regularly. As the old saying goes, they ran circles around us. What was worse, Maribel wasn’t even playing hard because she did not want to risk getting hurt.
So I now have something to look forward to in the next couple of days.
There was one drawback to the game, besides the pain (in my legs, not my butt) that I will be in for the remainder of the weekend. I saw Maribel and her fellow have a brief, private meeting just before we began our contest. Since I am aware that she is a Spanko and a spanko (no, I’m not repeating myself), I have a feeling that their wager was along the same vein as the one as Angela and had. Well, I guess that she is an adult and therefore she has the right to take part in whatever adult pleasures she prefers. Still, an old dad still can’t help thinking of her as his little girl.
I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving.
Because we’ve entered the season of giving, I’ve decided to give all of my esteemed readers a special bonus. Yes, my dear frields, I present to you, as a token of my love for all of you, a picture of my ass:
I become dangerous when I discover how to do something new.
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Just wanted to delurk and say how much I like your blog. But since you actually don't exist, you won't be able to read this comment.
So let's just pretend that I'm heaping my praises on you, were you, to in fact, not be imaginary.
And I do so look forward to reading about many more of the spankings that you and Angela don't really exchange.
Dave
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So let's just pretend that I'm heaping my praises on you, were you, to in fact, not be imaginary.
And I do so look forward to reading about many more of the spankings that you and Angela don't really exchange.
Dave
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