 | OK, picture this scene. It's Friday evening. Randy and I are in the bedroom. I'm draped face-down across his lap and he's applying a stiff hairbrush to my posterior. It's a good spanking - bracing, but not extraordinarily harsh. The purpose is clearly foreplay and it's working quite well. Suddenly, he stops spanking and says, "I have an assignment for you." At this point, I was pretty much out of touch with reality. "Huh?" was all the response I could muster. |
I had no idea what he was talking about. I wanted him to either spank me or not spank me, but either way, get on with it.
"You know, the Beaver's mother."
"Wha...?"
"I want you to assemble a costume that resembles a classic 1950s housewife - the old-fashioned dress, the heels, and all the rest. And you'll want to make sure the underthings are authentic as well."
Slowly regaining my senses, I was beginning to catch his drift. "You want me to dress like June Cleaver?"
"Right, but I want you to act like her as well - cook dinner, make me a drink, give me a BJ while I sit in the recliner."
"So is there a spanking involved?" I asked, by now knowing full well the answer.
"Oh, yeah! After dinner, we'll switch from 'Leave it Beaver' to 'I Love Lucy," and you're going to have a whole lot of 'splaining to do."
So that's my challenge. I have to assemble all the garb to be a 50s housewife. I already ordered a white garter belt (since June would never be caught wearing black lingerie!). I want to find a conical bra too if I can. For the dress, I'm going to try a used clothes store this weekend. This promises to be fun.
I'll provide a full report later, but I wanted to share my fun assignment!
