Copyright 2004 by asparkle2 at yahoo dot com.  All rights 
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Overheard by a Park Bench
=====by sparkle=====

"A boy's best friend is his mother," Darla hugged 
her toddler.

"Until he's five," Sharon joked.

Darla sat her son down, patted his head, and smiled 
when he ran toward the playground.  "I don't know 
whether to look forward to it or not," she 
murmured.  "Although Chad certainly is."

Sharon grinned.  She and Anthony had their second 
daughter twelve months after the first one started 
kindergarten.  "It certainly frees up your day," 
she eventually answered.

Darla glanced over, breathed deeply, and commented, 
"Chad says having me alone Friday night isn't 
enough.  He claims when Mickey starts school, he'll 
be able to ... take care of me properly.  That's 
how he says it."

Sharon's smile brightened; the conspirator leaned 
closer and murmured, "If Chad is anything like 
Anthony, the week Mickey starts school, he'll take 
a week vacation.  I could hardly walk by Friday 
afternoon."

Darla's mouth opened slightly, and Sharon added, 
"And then there were long lunches, surprise drop-
bys  to be sure I was properly dressed, he said."  
She turned her head, ostensibly to check on the 
four-year-olds.  "And Chad works from home quite 
often, doesn't he?"

Darla shuddered even as she smiled.  "Yes, he 
does."

She knew exactly how he would start his workday 
too, she thought.  Darla would be showered before 
Daddy took Mickey to school.  As soon as they left, 
she'd be expected to disrobe and wait in position.

The position?  Chad favored kneeling on the bed, 
knees wide apart, chest pressed into the bed, hands 
clasped behind the neck.  Naked.  It was, he 
claimed, ideal for submissive contemplation and 
provided unimpeded access to the pertinent areas of 
her body: soles, back and inner thighs, tush, anal 
cleft, vulva, back.  

Sharon's voice was almost a whisper.  "What does he 
use?  A strap?"

Darla nodded silently.

A long moment passed before she extrapolated.  
"Before Mickey was born, a paddle every morning 'to 
put me in the proper frame of mind'.  Now, of 
course, he does it when Mickey stays with you.  The 
strap makes it last longer  sometimes for several 
days."

Sharon was quiet.  "Anthony used a cane until I 
conceived.  When the kids stay with you, he uses a 
paddle then the cane.  Same reason  it lasts 
longer."  She cleared her throat and asked, "And in 
September?  When our babies start school?"

Darla blushed.  "He says a spanking every morning.  
I can wear a t-shirt, nothing else."

Sharon nodded.  "I usually get a thong and apron."  
She paused.  "I guess we won't be seeing much of 
each other?"

Pointing to the two tousled babies running toward 
them, Darla beamed.  "Probably not."

Sharon caught Annie in her arms as Mickey climbed 
onto the bench and cuddled with his mommy.  "I'll 
miss you."

Looking up, Darla replied with twinkling eyes, "Oh 
don't worry Sharon," she teased.  "You know we'll 
both be back here before too long.  I predict we'll 
be knocked up by springtime."

Laughing, Sharon hugged her daughter.  "I hope so!"