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"I think we forget what really matters sometimes," he said. "We have so much going for us to end a marriage over a stupid thing like this house."
The comment about the house wasn't particularly appreciated, but Melanie was willing to forget it, for the terrific peace that was pleasantly surrounding her as she fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
The next morning Tony was already out of bed when Melanie woke up. Thinking about the night before she smiled to herself happily. Nothing in the world could have happened that pleased her more. She felt her bottom, realizing that as hard as Tony had spanked her, she couldn't feel a thing. Maybe a little soreness, then again, maybe it was her imagination.
She played the confrontation and spanking scene through her head a couple of times, each time finding herself getting more excited, wondering what would happen next to ignite the same fireworks. She wasn't prepared for it yet, but surely last night's escapade would be something to think about that would generate a host of welcome feelings in her. Just the thought of Tony taking charge of her sent new shivers through her system.
Bolting from the bed, Melanie donned a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and was about to go down to see her husband when she thought of Aunt Daisy again. She'd read nearly half of her Aunt's journal, and was thinking how much she wanted to return to the book to see the outcome of that amazing story.
"Just a few minutes, won't matter," she thought to herself. And she snuck off to the attic to take a peak into the beloved book.
Once in the attic it seemed as if she'd never been away. The feeling and thoughts she'd nurtured so dearly were all coming back, with the one addition of her own spanking story to tell, one that was even more special than her Aunt's for the erotic twist that it had taken. She blushed, wondering if her Aunt would ever confess to the kind of arousal that she'd experienced.
Opening the journal in her lap, Melanie turned to that place where she had left off reading, that place just after Joseph had punished Daisy for running off to find him at the naval base.
I have the most exciting thing to write about . . . I want to sing from the rooftop, but alas, I can't. We have to keep our marriage a secret. Yes, I did say marriage! What a perfectly wonderful word that is.
It all began last Thursday night . . . .
Melanie's heart was racing fast reading this entry. Aunt Daisy married Joseph! To her knowledge, no one in their family knew of this. Could it really be true?
Shaken by the shocking discovery and desperate to continue reading, Melanie was suddenly jolted away by strange sounds coming from downstairs. She listened attentively, wondering what in heaven's name could possibly be happening in her house. Gazing from the window, she looked down to see three trucks sitting in the driveway and several workman, complete with all their workmen paraphernalia going to and from the back door.
My god! What's going on? she wondered.
Throwing the journal back into the truck, she pushed the old thing out of her way with one strong shove, and raced down the stairs going light speed all the way.
In the downstairs hallway there were two men carrying a ladder through the back of the house into the living room. One quick perusal showed that all her furniture had been pushed into one corner and was now covered in sheets, while a wallpaper steamer was plugged into the wall, and a workman was steaming off the faded blue paper. In the kitchen she heard the sound of the plumber doing god knows what to her sink. One look outside, she saw a landscaper tearin
g up the old brick path that Tony said was too dangerous to even walk on anymore.
None of these projects had been authorized by her. What the hell was happening!
Storming into Tony's office, her husband whirled around in his chair and gave her a pleasant good morning grin.
"What the fuck's going on?" she demanded to know.
"Hadn't you better watch your tongue, my love, you don't use that kind of language."
"I do now!" she shouted.
"What's your problem?" he asked as if there was nothing wrong with a dozen strangers traipsing everywhere about her cherished house.
"These men, these people," she gestured outside and behind her, where they could both hear the sound of hammering, noisy machines and the banging of pipes. "Who brought them here?"
"I did."
"You?" She could hardly believe what she was hearing.
"I thought you said you had a problem with the bay window in the kitchen, you didn't tell me about this."
"Last night wasn't the time to talk," Tony replied.
"So is this all termites?"
"No, not at all. I decided if I was going to be inconvenienced by these renovations and all the noise involved, I was going to get it all done at once."
