“I plead the fifth, but I can say that if your man pulls into a Chick Filet, you’d better understand it’s not because he’s thinking about any chicken sandwich,” Ariel warned. “Let’s just say that my ass feels as if it has been filleted.”
“But you’re grateful for every stroke,” Nancy offered.
“That goes without saying, but that’s me and not you, little girl.” She glanced at the others. “I suggest we tell Craig to claim I-Hop for Bunny. After all, even sweet, cute little bunnies must do some hopping when their Daddy is spanking their little tails.” They all laughed as Barbara reached out to pop her sister’s very sore rear, satisfied when Ariel gave a sharp shriek.
Remembering the day they had all examined each other’s posteriors, each woman knew that if they were to do the same thing now, what type of panties were being worn would be nowhere near as fascinating as how red, striped or welted their bottoms were. With smiles, and eyes that reflected their unconditional and total satisfaction of who they were, they gathered in a circle to hug instead.
Laughing, they all rejoined the men, everyone piling into cars to look at the day’s remaining offerings.
Just about twenty-five miles outside of center of downtown Houston, they drove into the small town of Friendswood. As they pulled into a long driveway passing nothing but fields on either side of the road, definite interest and renewed hope replaced boredom as they climbed out of the cars. A house sat in a grove of old pecan trees, huge branches full of thick leaves shading the wraparound porch. White rockers beckoned for visitors to rest and rock, to enjoy the shade, as well as the sound of birdsong on the air.
The welcoming atmosphere continued as the group walked slowly through the older farmhouse. Two bedrooms and a bath took up most of the second floor of the house, and a large attic used for storage the rest. Downstairs, there was a small but acceptable master bedroom with an adjoining bath at the back of the first floor. A kitchen, small dining room, and larger living room on the ground floor were praised by their realtor. A small half-bath that was tucked under the stairs completed the floor plan.
“I know it’s not very large, but it has so much going for it,” Jeanette exclaimed, sensing a sale. “The ceilings are high and the transom windows above the doors open to allow for air flow. All the floors are original oak hardwood, and the plumbing and electrical has all been upgraded. The owners put in the half-bath and upgraded the kitchen. Even though most houses show better with furniture, I know Elizabeth has the vision to make this into a beautiful home. Come on, let me show you the backyard.”
As she led them out the back door, she gestured with her hands to encompass all they could see. “You’ll notice how much privacy you’ll have. The house was built when people believed in the value of wide-open spaces.”
Nods from all accompanied her observations. There were no other homes within view. The previous owners had left a large swing set at the back of the property, and Liz and Nancy grinned at each other, running to the swings. Jeanette smiled as she looked at Logan. “The set was too large for the owners to move but think of the fun your future kids will have on it.”
“Seems like my kid is already having fun,” Logan said, his smile wide at the sound of Liz’s giggle as her legs kicked to swing even higher. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind had her skirt lifting to her waist, her bare bottom momentarily flashing into view as she rose above their heads. As gasps and laughter started, he shook his head, moving to pull her swing to a stop.
“Hey, I was beating Nance,” Liz complained at the abrupt end of her attempt to swing the highest.
“We could tell, babe,” Logan said, helping her from the swing. “Good thing we are all very good friends, and that this property is secluded. I think you forgot you are, shall we say…”
“Bare-ass naked under your skirt,” Ariel supplied, only to yelp when Garrett’s hand landed on her backside.
“Oh, shit,” Liz sputtered, her hands moving to clamp her skirt down around her legs, her face flaming as she looked at Jeanette, barely even noticing that Logan popped her hard for cursing.
“Don’t worry,” the realtor said, as she grinned. “Though all these lovely trees might seem to be only a bonus for the squirrels or lovers of pecan pie, I think Logan shall find that many a branch is willing to sacrifice itself to a naughty bare bottom.”
Liz’s mouth dropped open as she gaped at the young woman, her audacity rendering Elizabeth speechless.
“Hey,” Nancy said, obviously ready to go to bat for her bestie. “We women should stick together, don’t you think?”
Enjoying herself, Jeanette broke into giggles. “I certainly do, but I’m sure you’ll have to agree that Dominants might see it a teensy bit differently. After all, it was Ethan who told me I should have known this was the only house acceptable for his good friends, now that Elizabeth has found her voice. If you agree, I’m to have Logan cut the first switch and then I’m to take it to the club so Ethan can properly teach me that realtors should always make sure the house shown truly fits their clients’ needs.”
Elizabeth and Logan locked eyes, both smiling and nodding at the same time. “I think it’s perfect, even with all these switches,” Elizabeth said.
“And I’m already thinking of all the delicious possibilities they, as well as this swing set are going to provide for us,” Logan said, bending to give her a kiss.
“In that case, would you like to make an offer?” Jeannette asked.
After some discussion, the engaged couple made their offer on the spot, signing the papers with a flourish. Jeanette asked them to wait, going back to her car in order to call and present their bid.
Ariel and Barbara took their own turns on the swings as the others walked around the property.
Returning to the house, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Seeing Craig shaking his head at the small space, Liz assured him that it was twice as big as her current one.
“Besides, the appliances are new and the countertops are?—”
“Perfect,” Logan finished, his hand running across the marble surface of the breakfast bar. His look told Elizabeth that he was also thinking about that first special night when she’d finally discovered the identity of her “limousine man”. Her body thrummed when he added, “I can easily imagine enjoying many a meal here.”
Elizabeth was grateful when the door opened and Jeanette returned. Though Liz had been embarrassed after the swing incident, she knew that was nothing compared to how embarrassed she would have been if the realtor witness her flinging herself onto the counter and begging Logan to have a taste.
“Congratulations, you just bought a house,” Jeanette said, smiling as Logan lifted Elizabeth off her feet and twirled her around.
Knowing his fiancée so very well, he grinned and sat her on the counter, bending to speak into her ear. “Care to guess what my first meal will be?” he murmured. Seeing the pink creep into her cheeks, he grinned. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret leaving your apartment,liebchen. I love you.”
