On Friday I took a trip back to a place I had not visited in a long time. My ex husband, who remains one of my best friends, needed help getting his RV up to his uncle's farm to store it until he decides whether to sell it or not. He needed me to follow in his truck so he would have a way to get back home.
I was eager to go, I had not seen the members of his family (and I still consider them my family as well) for a very long time. And I had always enjoyed the farm since I had grown up in the Chicago suburbs. It was only about a three and a half hour ride. It went by very quickly and I felt a stab of nostalgia as I turned down the lane surrounded by cornfields on both sides.
Now bear in mind, I had not revisited the farm since embracing the spanking part of my wiring.
I got out of the truck and stretched my legs and looked around. Roy's sister came out to greet us and we all hugged. It was a lovely reunion and as Roy began unloading the truck I just stood and looked around, taking it all in. I had spent quite a bit of time there in my 20's and my son had always loved visiting.
But as I looked around I started seeing things with different eyes. Yes, everything was still as it had been. The farmhouse was exactly the same as were the outbuildings. The barn, the sheds, and the workshop all looked as they had. Only now I could imagine a very different purpose for them. I swallowed very hard as I imagined myself being taken into the barn for a very stern discussion over a bale of hay. Or perhaps behind the barn over one of the thick logs with my jeans at my ankles. Oh did my busy little spanko mind wander. Of course I was in the company of loving but totally vanilla family. Now Roy knows all about me, even though he is not in possession of this particular kink(or feeling). But I did not share with him the fantasies racing through my mind. Switches and straps certainly dominated the implements scene but it was the places that fired my imagination.
I wonder if anyone can guess what my next visit to Fantasy Land will entail.
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