Wednesday, May 02, 2007

June's Big Adventure

It seems like forever ago that I described Randy's plan to recreate an evening in the Cleaver household.

Basically, he wanted me to play the role of June Cleaver, the fictional 1950s housewife from the sitcom, Leave It to Beaver. Once he recognized that I was intrigued by the assignment, he left most of the details to me. We had set a date, but a series of unforeseen distractions caused us to postpone it twice. I finally got to be June last Saturday evening. This is the tale of what happened.

When I was first given this assignment, I spent some time researching my character and her costume. I loved the idea of being elegant but submissive, and practical yet ditzy. I could easily imagine how an OTK spanking might fit well into that scenario.

The clothes ended up being the most challenging element. I rejoiced at finding a 1950s-style green and white plaid shirt dress. It was a cotton blend, rather than the wool numbers that June often wore, but it was close enough. I already had a white nylon full slip and a pair of stockings. I had planned to wear my garter belt with the stockings, but the readers convinced me that a girdle was a necessity.

So shopping I went. I found a full-figured bra that was apparently designed to evoke memories of the Golden Gate Bridge. Better still, I actually located an open-bottomed girdle, complete with garters. Both bra and girdle were utilitarian white.

I enhanced the look with a pair of avocado green pumps. This seemed like precisely the sort of impractical footwear that June might wear around the house.

When the magical day arrived, I prepared my look as carefully as if I were about to appear on stage. I wanted everything to be perfect, or as close as I could achieve. I showered in mid-afternoon in order to ensure that everything would be ready when Randy returned from work around 5:30. When I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel on my head, I shivered with anticipation. There on the bed lay all of the clothing I had assembled for this special evening.

The bra was bulky and didn't fit quite right, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I matched it with a pair of full cut white nylon briefs. The girdle, basically an elastic tube, was a challenge to get into. Despite buying a larger size than I thought I needed, it still put up a good fight. I attached my stockings to the garters dangling from each side. Over the top went my lacy full slip.

The dress was quite comfortable and fit great over my newly molded curves. I took a moment to admire the look in the mirror. I didn't linger long though, because much work remained. I turned next to my hair and makeup. My hair is naturally straight and shoulder length. After much debate and a failed experiment with styling gel (I had visions of Marlo Thomas), I gave up and pulled it up into a bun. I applied my makeup a little heavier than normal and finished with some cardinal red lipstick I purchased for the occasion.

I stepped into my new pumps, put on the obligatory string of pearls (with earrings to match!), and headed downstairs. To finish the June character, I found a favorite apron in the kitchen and tied it around my waist. I couldn't help wandering into the lavatory to check myself in the mirror. It felt very strange to sit, move, and walk in that girdle. I don't how my mother and her friends tolerated it all the time. Perhaps one gets used to it, but I surely didn't.

Just then, the telephone rang. I could see on the caller ID that it was Randy.

"Hello, Cleaver residence!" I answered in a cheery tone.

He just laughed. He promised to bring home some Chinese food for dinner. The first thought to enter my head was how advantageous it was to have a dinner that would be easy to reheat later.

Randy didn't arrive until about a half hour later. I spent this time nervously fidgeting and working at nothing. I knew it would be a fun evening, but I was impatient for it to begin.

"Hi Honey, I'm home," he crooned as he climbed the stairs from the garage. I met him in the kitchen with a big smile and arms outstretched. I would normally have kissed him, but it seemed better to allow my man to observe the results of my preparations.

"Wow. Just wow. You're totally June Cleaver."

With that, he embraced me and proceeded to inspect my body with his hands. With each new discovery, he would whisper a naughty nothing into my ear. He told me that he wanted to take June behind closed doors and violate her in all the ways she loves. I tittered with eagerness.

Before long, he was lightly swatting my bottom with his open hand as the opposite arm held me in his embrace. I might as well have been wearing a suit of armor. Even his firmer swats were ineffectual.

"I'll have to paddle you later. Right now, though, I'd like a favor from June."

This phrase needed no translation. His meaning was quite clear. I motioned for him to sit in a chair next to the kitchen table. I then knelt in front of him, lowered his zipper, and liberated his joystick. I paused only long enough to retrieve a small cushion for my knees before focusing my carnal attentions in earnest. I squeezed his shaft between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I slid the former back and forth. Randy moaned in appreciation. I served him well.

I put the Chinese food in the refrigerator and we moved the dance to our bedroom.

"June, what's this I hear about you not tending to the Beaver's grooming?"

I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"Do you think it's funny? Don't you care about trimming the Beaver's hair?"

By now, I was rolling on the bed in hysterics. I wanted to role play, but this was just so silly!

"When was the last time you scrubbed the Beaver? Cleanliness is very important you know." By this time, Randy was laughing almost as hard as I was.

"We certainly wouldn't want the Beaver to get an infection."

After a couple minutes, the hilarity died down enough for Randy to continue with his program. "I can see that I'm going to have to spank you for your willful neglect of the Beaver."

Randy sat on the edge of the bed and dragged me over his lap. He raised my dress and slip and tried spanking with his hand over the girdle. Again, this approach proved inadequate. He asked me to lift my torso for a moment. When I complied, he unhitched my stockings and shoved my girdle upward. Now, with only my flimsy nylon panties for protection, his swats again delivered the delicious sting to which I am accustomed.

It wasn't an especially long spanking. Nor was it particularly hard. But this spanking was quite memorable because we laughed our way through it. We covered every possible variation involving mistreatment of a Beaver and discussed each in detail. I can honestly say this spanking made me cry, but it had nothing to do with the pain.

He accused me of teaching the Beaver to hum, letting the Beaver slide, working the Beaver too hard, and so forth. We both laughed until our stomachs ached.

When we settled down a little, Randy had me lie on my back on the bed. He spread my legs and gave the Beaver an impressive tongue lashing (I'm sorry, we just can't help it!). Even through my panties, his technique yielded the desired results.

Before long, the girdle, panties, and stockings were all discarded. Standing on the floor, my lover grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the side of the bed. He entered me swiftly and begin an exquisite pumping action where his strong arms pulled me toward him just as his hips thrust forward. The combination of depth and velocity drove me over the edge and into a sea of coital bliss.

Our June Cleaver night didn't quite go according to script, but it was a success nonetheless. Yesterday, Randy shared another fun scenario hatched within his fertile mind. Rather than telegraph it again and make everyone wait, I believe I'll save it instead as a special surprise. So, stay tuned to this station!

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Haron said...

Hilarious! A man who knows how to unhook your stockings and get the girdle out of the way restores my faith in the humanity. ;)

Thanks for the report, Bonnie.

Anonymous said...

Wow! what fun.


Southern Angel said...

Hi Bonnie

Sounds like you and Randy had a great time! Thanks for telling us about it; JD and I can't wait to hear about your next roleplay.:)

And I am impressed with all the underclothes you had to wear! I don't think I would have had to patience to put them all on, and then take them off later. ;)

Debbie said...

I've been waiting anxiously to hear this story. It was worth the wait.

Those Beaver'isms were hilarious.

padme amidala said...

:) I've heard of so many different role-play situations but not June cleaver. :) I'm so glad you and Randy had a lot of fun with it. Thanks for posting about the details.
padme amidala

Anonymous said...

What fun! Great job on costume with attention to detail on the shoes, hair, girdle, slip and nylon briefs! It's those finer details that make the two of you get more into the role.

Scout said...

Thank you, Bonnie (and Randy) for the laughs. I hope someone sends this post to Jerry Mathers. Looking forward to hearing about the next exploit, and wondering if it's true that "Father Knows Best."


Kallisto said...

Thanks for posting about this, Bonnie! Sounds like you both had a grand time with it.

A.S.S. said...

What fun. Getting spanked for "willful neglect of the Beaver" ... lol... now that's a great time with role play!

~Todd & Suzy

Anonymous said...

Absolutely hilarious! Too bad no pix! :-( Regardless, well worth the effort. Now you'll have to reprise
Eve Arden as "Our Miss Brooks" (not Jennifer!), Gale Storm as "My Little Margie," and Ann Sothern as "Private Secretary!"

I greatly admire the energy and creativity you put into producing such a versatile, high quality online journal.

Daddy's Little Deviant said...

That sounds like loads of fun. I love the little details you worked so hard on. It must have been a blast.
As with anything it's always more fun to do it laughing.
Great story, I look forward to reading more.


emeraldeyes said...

Great role play, as everyone else has mentioned - sounds like it was a lot of fun!
Can't wait to hear about more of your role play adventures...

Em x

Reesa Roberts said...

I'd love to see that dress! Thanks for sharing this, Bonnie!


Anonymous said...

Love to see you playing!


Bonnie said...

Haron - Let's not award Randy quite so much credit. He had to do some fiddling before finally getting the job done.

OPB - Thanks!

Angel - Thank you. Regarding the underclothes, the only way I could tolerate that arrangement was with the knowledge that they would all soon be coming off (and in the best way!).

Debbie - Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Padme - We strive for something different, and I have the perfect husband for that!

Anon #1 - I truly enjoyed assembling this costume. It was a challenge, but great fun as well.

Scout - It's not easy being the Beaver.

Kallisto - Grand is a good word. FWIW, I'm going to miss reading your blog.

Todd and Suzy - That whole Beaver routine was totally out of control. Neither of us could stop laughing.

Anon #2 - I'm glad you enjoyed this post and I thank you for your kind words.

Deviant - Thank you. I made sure to include all of the details because a certain segment of my readership absolutely adores any discussion of retro clothing.

As for anything worth doing... You're so right!

Em - Thanks. We do have another episode in the works, without giving away too much, it might be more sexy than silly.

Reesa - It was definitely a hoot. You're very welcome!

Xandra - Yes, we have a lot of fun with roleplaying. Sometimes, it's a bit more serious, but not much!

Anonymous said...

Hi Bonnie,

Really loved your story about recreating a Cleaver situation a spanking edge to it. Have you and Randy every tried it again. If not and you still have the 50's dress etc as well as the white lace-trimmed slip why not try mimmicking the Chase & Sanborn Coffee ad with Randy taking you over his knee and raising your skirt to reveal your slip and spanking you on your slip as what appeared in Life Magazine in August 1952. I'm certain that you could position the girdle as to not interfer with Randy spanking you and you could give that same look the woman gave in the ad as Randy spanks you. I'm certain you could create the scenario with Randy spanking you because you did not purchase fresh ground coffee. With the imagination you and Randy had for the Leave it to Beaver situation it would be interesting to hear how you made out doing the Chase & Sanborn Coffee ad. Let me know if you do and how it works out. Hopefully you can have as much fun and satisfaction

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