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Thursday 2 January 2014

Winter Spanks

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I woke with a start as the Boeing 747 thudded down on the runway. In my sleepy state I was confused and frightened. Jacques smiled and my patted my hand reassuringly.
“Hey, we’re just landing, relax.”
Jacques meant the world to me, we’d been dating for almost two years and I could see a future with him.  London was our home for now, but I knew he dreamed of returning to Canada and this trip was an introduction for me. The cold temperatures did nothing to entice me and the thoughts of month after month in ice and snow was just not appealing. Nor was the thought of having to get my rusty French up to scratch. His family could say absolutely anything about me and I wouldn’t have a clue. Of course that made me nervous. Tension must have been showing on my face as we exited the customs area as Jacques winked and told me to relax that they would love me, just as he did.
There, in the middle of a crowded airport, that’s the moment drops the “L” bomb?  For months I was waiting for it, and he drops it off his lips as if it was an everyday occurrence in arrivals when my arms were engaged in carrying bags? I didn’t know whether I wanted to hug or thump him.
A handsome, solemn looking silver haired man and a glamorous, vivacious lady came running towards us as we made our way out. I recognised them immediately from Jacques photos. 
“Maman, Papa,” Jacques burst into his mother tongue, forgetting his promise to steer them into English. I was lost as I watched his mother shower him with love and kisses, babbling away in foreign tongues. His father held back, but with an amused glint in his eye, obviously waiting for the spectacle to be over. I heard my name being mentioned and was pulled forward into a warm embrace by Jacques’ mother.
“You must be Fiona. I’m so pleased to meet you at last,” Jacques mother greeted me, thankfully in English, with a kiss.
“Mme. Côté, it’s lovely to meet you, thank you so much for agreeing to have me for the holidays.” I replied, ashamed that I couldn’t even translate that much into French.
“I’m Isabelle. How was your flight? Duane, do meet Fiona,” Isabelle enthused not giving me a chance to reply. I offered my hand in greeting. He may have been amused by his wife’s excessive effusiveness but he certainly didn’t come across as cold as he took my hand in a firm grip.
We made our way through the heavy snow to their Montreal home. Jacques’ family were all there and we were welcomed into a brightly lit house awash with Christmas cheer and the tantalising aroma of home cooking. Jacques’ two sisters and sister in law pounced at once, making me feel like I was part of their lives forever. Their warmth wrapped me up instantly, enveloping me against the harsh weather conditions outside. Dinner was a noisy affair but for the main part everyone spoke in English, unless they got too excited and fell back into French, which happened frequently, such was the excitement at having their beloved Jacques back in the bosom of the family.
Jacques’ Christmas gift to his family was a three day chalet rental in a ski resort, he figured it could be years before they were all together again and he wanted to make it memorable. It was when we went there that things started going pear-shaped for me, right from the moment we arrived.
Have you ever been the only novice skier among people who grew up with it? For starters I could hardly get the ski boots on. They were more like plaster of paris on boards than boots. Once locked in, I had no control of my legs; they were rigid.  Then I had to get from the ski hut to the nursery slopes. Easy peasy, you’d think: not so with all the mini slopes between the nursery slope and the club house. It was one pace forward, five paces backwards. And for some reason I always seemed to gain momentum as I went backwards. Several times I tried to get over and all I got for my trouble was to fall on my butt, my skis lodged in the snow, perpendicular to the ground and me totally stuck, unable to roll over onto my front. Jacques and his family had all gone ahead onto the black runs, or so I thought. I was just about ready to burst into tears, rocking forward and backwards trying to loosen my skis when I heard Duane call my name. He laughed when he saw me and pulled me out of my snow trap.
“I thought I had better stay behind to see how you were managing. I see you’re not!”
He went through the rudiments of the snow plow manouver and finally with a mixture of coaching, coaxing and dragging, he got me to the nursery slopes. He showed me how to hold on to the hand lift and point my skis straight forward ‘til I got to the top, then use the plow to stop when I let go. I  trembled with fright as three and four year-olds whizzed by coming so close as to rub against my jacket. One even knocked me to the ground, making Duane laugh all the more.  His endless patience was amazing. In no time he had me whizzing up and down the nursery slopes and by the time the family had a rendezvous for lunch I was confident enough to try the blue slopes. Jacques was feeling guilty for neglecting me and elected to come with us. As we were leaving lunch, a woman approached Jacques, and spoke quickly in French.
“Fi, this is Louise, an old friend, I met her on the slopes earlier,” he introduced before replying to her in French. I caught enough to know that he had said no, he might see her tomorrow. There was something in her shrug and pout that got my dander up. I felt threatened and was determined that wherever Jacques went tomorrow, I too would go, if it killed me.
Holy cow! The blue runs had a chair lift not one of those stand up ones. O.K. I could do this. Jacques sat one side, I sat the other and he promised he would tell me when to jump, and then I was to ski off. Sounded simple.  
“Jump,” yelled Jacques above the metallic screechings of the lift. I did, and very proudly managed to land on my two feet. But I didn’t realise I had more to do! I didn’t see the wooden fence in front or that I was supposed to veer off to the left. Nope. No veering. I was back on my butt, this time with my skis stuck in wooden fencing, Jacques and Duane holding onto their knees, supporting themselves in half collapse as their laughter wheezed through the cold air and the ski masks. Buggers were laughing so hard they couldn’t even help me out. A woman’s hand grabbed mine and pulled me into a sitting position, before extricating my skis from the fencing. Only when I was free did I realise it was her, the woman I had seen earlier, simpering at my boyfriend. And she was laughing at me. Through gritted teeth I thanked her. Sheer determination got me down that slope flawlessly, and I came up and down it three times more. Tomorrow I would try something harder, but I was damned if I was going to have witnesses to laugh.
The après ski was fun, mulled wine in the ski hut and a run through of the day’s activities. I tried to grin and bear it as the fence story was related for the third time, this time by Louise who had managed to infiltrate the family group. As Jacques started to notice me grow quiet though, he suggested my muscles wouldn’t be used to skiing and we headed the hot tub attached to our chalet. It was an amazing sensation being up to your neck in bath warm water while breathing in ice cold air. All I could manage after that was to collapse into bed.
When I woke, every muscle in my body ached. But no way was I going to let that stop me. Louise was not going to win. I suited and booted and sent them all off to the black slopes, including Jacques and Duane, promising I would be perfectly content on the blue slopes. OK, I lied! I hit the red slopes, came down fine and was elated. I was ready.  Off to the black for me.
First run went fine, I was cautious and any time I picked up speed I used the plow technique Duane had shown me. As I slowed I was able to spot and avoid any impacted ice spots. So I decided to do it again. When we met for lunch, I kept my triumph to myself, even as I listened to Louise blow her trumpet of her mastery of the slopes.
“I was thinking I might come with you guys this afternoon,” I said as we prepared for the afternoon ski.
“No, I’ll come with you, the black runs are dangerous for a beginner,” Duane quickly shot in, even ahead of an outraged Jacques.
“Dad is right, you’re nuts Fi, it takes years to master them.”
“I’ve already been down them twice today,” I said trying to hide my smugness.
“Fi, that was crazy, I’ll come with you but please don’t do that again,” Jacques pleaded.
“Fiona, I forbid you doing that again,” Duane ordered. Now, I don’t take orders easily, but I’m also non-confrontational, as Jacques well knew, so I decided the best option was to shrug them both off and do my own thing.
“Sure, but you guys go and do your normal slopes. I’m happy on my own. It’s not exactly a sociable sport anyway, is it? We all come down at our own speed and it’s impossible to talk as we ski.”
That seemed to satisfy them, and they grouped together ready for the excitement of their last day.
“Coming on the piste?” Louise asked snidely, having heard Jacques’ and Duane’s ultimatum.
“It’s a bit early for me, I generally don’t touch alcohol until after dark, but you go ahead,” I replied, injecting a sweet innocence I certainly didn’t feel into my word play. I let them all set off and added a half hour for queues at the ski lift before joining the line. I hit the top, skied off the chair lift and started my descent, but as I did so I spied Jacques and her slightly up ahead and they were playing chase. Jealousy took root and I decided to catch up. I knew my ass was toast as I ran into a ridge of ice.  I fell and even through my rigid boot I felt the pain as my boot twisted one way, my ankle another. I tried to get up but my body refused to obey. A skier approached that I recognized as Duane. By the look on his face he was pretty damn mad.
“Are you ok?” he asked, helping me test my weight on my ankle. Once up, I was fine, just a little sore.
“We’ll discuss this later, with Jacques,” he stated as we set off.
 He guided me down the slope, and said to wait for Jacques in the chalet. Jacques was of course hot on my heels courtesy of his father’s interference. I admitted my jealousy of Louise had contributed to my foolishness. We had just about settled ourselves back into enough romance to ensconce ourselves into the hot tub when Duane arrived.
 “What the hell?” he stated. “Is this your idea of dealing with things?” He looked at Jacques with contempt. “Fee-ona, please come here.”
I hesitated, after all I was clad only in my bathing costume and this was my puritan potential father-in-law. “Now,” he ordered in a voice I didn’t dare disobey. I reluctantly climbed out of the deliciously warm water, wrapping in a towel before following him to the living area.
“Today, Jacques and I told you not to go on the black runs, is this not so?” he asked. I couldn’t argue, they had both said it.
“Yes, you did,” I agreed.
“Yet you defied us. It seems my son has forgotten what it is to be a Côté but we protect our ladies from harm, even if it is no longer fashionable.
For a brief second I saw Jacques look at him with his mouth agape, before he shouted angrily; “Non,” and something unintelligible. I had no idea what the heck had just passed between them but I was about to find out.  Duane tugged hard on my hand and I landed face down across his lap, towel misplaced in the melee. I lost all sense of reality as I felt a hard smack strike down across my nearly naked ass.  I squealed and swore with pain and indignation.  Even so, he pulled my bathing costume between the cheeks of my bottom, rendering it insignificant in terms of protection. He spanked me left, right, up, down until every inch of me was aflame, all the while telling me of the importance of the safety of his family. Shocked and angry I tried to make my escape by kicking and thumping. But Duane pinned my hands behind my back and locked my legs between his.  As I fought, I heard Duane say to Jacques.
 “This is how you protect your family. I’ve told you this a thousand times. You must be the leader. Now show her how it will be, before you wed. Why has it taken so long?”
I inhaled deeply, full sure this was my escape. “Jacques, please,” I implored in my most vulnerable voice, and for the briefest moment I thought it had mattered. I was wrong. Jacques sat on the sofa beside his father and with a swift and decided movement shifted my near naked body across his. Holy hell, I thought his father had a firm hand! Jacques brought me to tears as he struck every tiny centimetre, and told me he expected obedience and respect from his wife.
As a proposal it stank, but damn, I was his forever more. To this day I have never felt more treasured. I would not wish a better husband or father in law, but I do still try to stay on the right side of Duane. As for my husband, well let’s just say, sometimes I like to get on his wrong side.

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99 comments:

  1. Great Story!!! Very interesting!!! I couldn't stop laughing when his father spanked her!!!

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    1. Thanks Brittany, the story was totally meant to make people giggle, and also to see what people's reaction was to a future FIL spanking. (call it research!) Thanks for taking part in the blog hop and stopping by.

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  2. Holy Hotness Tara!!! My favorite part: "towel misplaced in the melee..." so casual...so you... :) Were you giggling the entire time you wrote this?

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    1. I was giggling, non stop, Natasha. I was remembering my one and only skiing trip in Canada. I went with an Australian friend and if you could have seen us trying to get over to the slopes. Her Canadian cousins were roaring laughing at us, and eventually they dragged us over to the nursery slopes, as they called them. In the end we got the hang of it, but I never tried it again and I seriously doubt I ever will again.

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  3. Sorry forgot my email bw2323bro@yahoo.com

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  4. Wow.. I am not sure how I would feel if my future father in law tanned my bottom.. quite embarrassed to say the least..
    mcarnes34@gmail.com

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    1. Truth be told Chelle, if it was real life, he would never have become my FIL, although the fantasy does hold a certain appeal, a strict older man, calling a younger woman to order, for her own protection. The idea is kinda hot to me :D

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  5. Omg Spanked by her father in law. I would have died of shock. the story made me laugh though
    Jan
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    1. Thanks English Rose,
      I'm glad it made you laugh. That's what I was aiming for. I'd die of shock too if my FIL ever spanked me. But I did get a bit hot under the collar at the fantasy side of it.

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  6. Yum! Thanks for such a treat, Tara! I must say my tummy did a loop when poor naughty Fiona, bottom hot and smarting from her spanking, was nonchalantly passed to her hubby-to-be for a second dose... OHH. :) :)

    I can't say I have had a comparable experience in spanking terms, but re the skiing I think I can certainly identify with feeling out of my depth with something and trying to impress someone but falling on my butt (sometimes literally). And the more you try the worse it gets.

    I love the way you capture Fiona's shifting moods... I love her spunky "I'll show you lot!" attitude! (Even if it does lead her to get an almighty sore bottom).

    Oh, and you're #13 cos you're 3 off the scale of 1-10 of course xx

    spankingpenelope@gmail.com

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    1. Aw, thanks for making the #13 a positive Penelope.

      I think we all get out of our depth at times, sometimes we rise to the occasion, sometimes we make a complete arse of ourselves! But even that can be funny when we look back with the benefit of hindsight and the embarrassment has worn away. One of the things I like best about getting older is that I care less about what other people think :D

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  7. What a wonderful story - so enjoyed it. I understand her first time on skis, it reminded me of mine but Fiona prevailed - I decided pay to be cold wasn't my idea of fun.

    livinezlee@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Leigh,

      Tara's first time on skis was almost identical. Three days later I was skiing just fine, but I never did try it again. Back when I would have enjoyed it, I couldn't afford it, now that I might be able to afford it, I'm way too much a coward and would much prefer to spend my holidays soaking up the sun, which is even more rare than snow in this country. :D

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  8. Great story. I used to ski but I never crossed the line between what I could do safety. Fiona passed that line and put herself in harms way. She paid the price with two spankings.

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    1. Thanks Laurel.
      She certainly did pay the price, most humiliatingly, being passed from one lap to another.

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  9. Great short story Tara. I can relate to that lift you mentioned in the beginning. The one you have to hold on to in order to get pulled up the hill. I've never tried ski's but my son insisted I try his snowboard on year. Let's just say I never made it up the hill... From that point on I became allergic to winter.
    I like Duane. He's a no nonsense kind of man. I was hoping to hear the outcome of Fi's jealousy. Was Jaq flirting with Louise or not?
    whatsit92@yahoo.com

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    1. I deliberately didn't say whether he was or not, LA. To me it was almost irrelevant, the main point was that it was the catalyst for Fiona's behaviour.

      Mmm, I almost liked Duane better than Jacques too.

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  10. As I was reading I could tell Duane was going to add something to this story but I did not expect him to spank Fiona! Wow I would be mortified if my father in law did this to me. I would never be able to face him again ! But I did love the story you had me shocked lol.
    amybowens34@yahoo.com

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    1. Hi Amy,

      honestly, if it had happened me, by my real life FIL I think I would never, ever have lived it down and there probably would have been hell to pay, especially if my husband, rather than defending my honour, had opted to join in! But still, this little fantasy does have a naughty little corner of my brain, I'd like to get to pick the FIL though :D

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  11. I enjoyed this story, but I have to say, the ski things here made me go WTF. The slopes and terms in Montreal must be different than what we do in the Midwest and the West in Colorado and Utah.

    The spanking by F-I-L is HAWT! (Especially with a French accent)

    1. We call them bunny hills, not nursery. although that could be a cute tie in for ageplay - *wink wink*

    2. Red? Red slopes? I guess the Quebec folks need to be different. I've only been on Green, Blue, Black Diamond and Double Black Diamond.

    3. Fi - skiing on Blue after barely making bunny (which is one step below Green and most places don't really have in the Rocky Mountains) is maybe possible. Black? No fucking way unless the Black slopes in Montreal are really more like the immediate Blue in Rockies. Black's slope is almost impossible to ski with a snowplow. I wouldn't ever do it. It's asking for breaking bones. Plus, there are usually moguls. Those are even in the Blue ones. Usually spread out further in Blue so that snow play is possible. Black Diamonds have moguls tightly packed and in an incline that gives people a vertigo. Only parallel skiing is possible to make it down.

    4. No experienced skier would ever tell a novice to jump off the ski lift. We always say, just stand up naturally and lean toward (left or right) and let the lift give you that little push to move off.

    WTF, we'd only do that to hurt the novice. And that's a terrible mean trick. What kind of guy is Jacques? He doesn't give her lessons. He leaves her behind. He flirts with an old friend. Asshole. Dump the mo-fo. Take Duane out for a ride. ^_^

    For these reasons, the skiing parts to this story totally ruined it for me.

    O_O

    Still, I enjoyed the interaction and felt bad for Fi. I can completely understand why she felt the way she did.

    Wow, I ranted. Sorry!

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    1. Oops, Snowplow, not snow play. And to clarify, bunny slopes is below Green which is for new and beginners, respectively.

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    2. I know I'm not supposed to comment individually, but I have to come back to you on this.
      The skiing part is almost entirely from a skiing experience I had in Montreal, although it was over 20 years ago, I was there in the company of Canadians and another novice skier, They did call the beginners slopes nursery slopes,but that could have been peculiar to the company I was with rather than the ski resort. My friend and I did go backwards more than forwards trying to reach them. and I did end up lodged in a fence coming off a chair lift on the blue run on my first day. Sometimes reality is crazier than fiction. The colour coding of the runs is as I remember it, although I think in truth there was very little difference between the red and the black - by the end of our trip, three days later, we did try a black run, (once and scared the socks off ourselves) but there were also two double black runs, which we were warned on our lives not to chance.

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    3. Hey there, Tara. Thanks for the email explanation. I actually subscribed to responses so I did see your response. Not sure about the comment regarding not comment individually, but I'm fine with it.

      Here's my response.

      I completely believe running into the fence. I’ve seen it happen many times. I’ve done it too my first time. Hehehhe. So that was believable and why I say it’s mean of the person to tell poor Fi to jump.

      I also believe the sliding backwards. Those are all pretty standard which I didn’t point out because I can see it happening. I did a search and found that in Japan and parts of Europe they have other colours. Not in North America though. With Montreal, who knows? They think they are part of Europe, n'est-ce pas? So it’s perfectly understandable for them to use another standard. Still makes those who ski primarily in North America go - ???

      I still recommend Fi to dump Jacques and have a great weekend with his dad. Heheh

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  12. Oh Tara I LOVED this. “As a proposal it stank”. I don’t agree at all. Best proposal ever! :)

    constancemasters@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Constance. It was a lot of fun to write. Gave me lots of smiles.

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  13. Nice and complex story! The father in law... Made me chuckle a bit. Thanks for sharing! thecoverartisan@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Tony,
      I'm glad it made you chuckle - mission accomplished :D

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  14. goodness! the jealousy at Louise. And Duane totally surprised me, then Jacques spanking too, wow! but yes "as a proposal it stank" was a great line

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    1. Yeah,
      really, there was no apparent need for the jealousy, as it wasn't stated that Jacques actually encouraged her, but sometimes we can be our own worst enemies, and perceive a threat where in fact there is none :) But Jacques did abandon her on the slopes which was rather naughty of him!

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  15. Very nice story! I love the mixture of humor and sex mixed up together. I was completely ker-flumixed when it was the f-I-L doing the spanking first, but I love having exhibition and multiple doms, Yummy! Thanks Tara!

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    1. Thanks Pooky,
      mm-mmm have to agree on the exibition and multiple doms, it kinda floats my boat too (in my imagination anyway)

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  17. OMG! Her future FIL? How delightfully embarrassing! Looks like she's marrying into a good family.
    pk.corey@yahoo.com

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    1. PK,
      I will never ever be able to read or hear the expression "marrying into a good family" again without thinking of you and smiling. I love it!

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  18. Tara! LOVED IT. First off? Spanked by the future FIL? Uh, yum? LOL But the thing that really hit me about this story is the tale of skiing for the first time. My first AND ONLY time skiing was at a resort when I was a teenager. The bunny hill ended at a 50 foot drop to the highway. (Yeah, smart planning). Let's just say I hated it, fell down a lot, and h ave never been so cold in my life. I will never ski again!

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    1. OK tell me you're kidding - a 50 ft drop onto a highway for the beginners. OMG, that's mad!
      Nope, I never went skiing again either, it was one of those one-off opportunities that happen in life. By the time I could afford it again, I had lost the nerve. Sadly my trip had no yummy hubby or hot FIL, but one can dream :D

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  19. Tara, loved the story although I have to say that the fil was scary. My own fil scared me to death by yelling at me in public shortly after I married the hubby. I would have died if he had actually taken me in hand. The feelings of Fiona's perceived incompetence was very realistic and believable. Thanks.
    rameyer.nmb@gmail.com

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    1. Oh gosh! Sorry Renee. I wouldn't have liked my FIL to yell at me in public either, I would have found it pretty distressing. (And it would have been so much worse if he tried to take me in hand)
      Fiona's percieved incompetence was real, as the skiing side was actually all I went through on my first and only skiing trip, but the Cotes didn't exist! :D

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  20. Loved the story, Tara. My own experience with skiing is far more limited than yours. The snowplow was my favorite maneuver, but we're talking many years ago and in Vermont. I do have a funny ski story, but I won't tell it here. I would have preferred Jacques remain with Fi, but she didn't want to ruin his vacation, so I'm sure she would have made sure he got the skiing he wanted, so I can't blame him for doing as she asked. I did almost like Duane better. He seemed more commanding, authoritative and a little bit scary. It also made me realize what sort of family Jacques came from and the sort of life Fi had before her. Lots of challenges, I'd say. Thanks for the winter treat.

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    1. Please come back and tell the ski story when you get a minute, Kathryn. You've read mine (all real except the Cotes, including getting stuck in the fence!! Elthough I didn't do any damage on the black run, just swore never again:D)

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  21. Wow Tara...spanked by her future FIL? Not sure how I would have handled that! Definitely think Jacques owes her an apology...he brings her home to meet his family, knows she doesn't know how to ski and doesn't stay with her but flirts with an ex? I would be very hurt with that behavior.

    Thanks for sharing the story!
    Cat catsbrighteyes at gmail dot com

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    1. Thanks Cat,
      Me neither to tell the truth about the FIL. But did Jacques flirt? Or was it Fiona's insecurity playing up as she couldn't ski?
      However Jacques probably deserved a mouthful, if only for abandoning her.

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  22. This was so hot. To be spanked by your future FIL is beyond humiliating. Totally loved it. Bhorton1@rochester.rr.com

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  23. OMG! You do know I have a thing for older guys, right? Sean Connery, Patrick Stewart...

    So the FIL spanking. Yay! I was praying that was where you were going to go, when he started getting kinda "Alpha" on her.

    Mmmmmm.
    Loved it!

    BTW, I am a former competitive runner, and no absolutely nothing about skiing. LOL. I have tried Cross Country, though.
    I think I may have almost broken my leg doing that little bit of skiing.

    And the thought of getting off one of those moving lifts? There would be a youtube video of me clinging to the bar (there is a bar, right?), crying, after being stuck for 30 minutes!

    ;)
    Great story!
    katherinedeane40 at gmail dot com

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    1. Hi Katherine
      Sean Connery I could totally go along with, or even Robert Redford in his day. Gabriel Beirne would be top of my list though :D

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  24. I just love that word buggers. My Scottish husband always uses that word, even referring to himself at times. Fi was introduced to the family...big time!

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    1. She certainly was, Minelle. I'm laughing, too as I hadn't realised buggers was one of the quirky words this side of the Atlantic, more UK than Ireland too. I remember I wasn't long in my first job in England and my boss, who was actually a lovely English gentleman, got stuck with a confusing problem and he said "bum, bugger, bollocks" and I was so shocked at him, that the expresssion stuck with me forever. (I swore plenty as an Irish person, but generally English people were way more politely spoken back in the 80's, especially the older generations.)

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  25. I know absolutely NOTHING about skiing so I readily admit that I skipped straight to the "good part"!!! I don't think i could handle the double spanking though~!

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    1. Hi His First Mate
      It wouldn't be for everyone for sure. In my crazy fantasy world, I find it hot but in reality I think the humiliation would be too much. My behind would withstand it better than my pride, I think :D

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  26. Snowy hills! Fits in well with the Cold Hands part of the hop. ghwasd at gmail dot com

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  27. I certainly didn't have this much fun the last time I went skiing. LOL. Really enjoyed your story. The stern older FIL is a spanking scenario I haven't given much thought to and I must say I liked it! authorsuelyndon at gmail.com

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  28. That's a charming story, Tara, and it has a nice twist. Relevant to the story...um...I am a terrible skier. Clumsy as an ox on a treadmill. And I live next door to one of the most famous ski resorts in the world, Banff. It seems I'll admire the coordinated ones from afar. :)

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    1. Forgot my email address. pig@patriciagreenbooks.com

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    2. Ah, now I almost envy you, Patricia. I believe the Alberta region is remarkably beautiful. Although I can imagine that not being a skier has it's disadvantages, living there.
      While I would have liked to been able to try more skiing years ago, nowadays I would much rather watch it on TV. Way too dangerous for my liking now that I have sense!

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  29. Ooh Tara, this is great.
    I actually have a little secret fantasy which plays out a little along these lines (not involving my real life FIL I hasten to add!

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    1. Thanks Janey. I love how you hastened to add about not your real FIL! I get that totally. I think I would die if such a thing ever occurred in real life but there is that secret fantasy lurking in the corner of my mind too, hence the story.

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  30. Love it! She was so funny...especially "showing everyone on the slopes" and getting knocked on her ass by 3/4 year olds!

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    1. ROFL, Tammy, now I know where the Evil comes from!!

      Have you any idea how humiliating it is to get knocked on your ass by 3-4 year olds? They laugh as you struggle to get up, that is if they can even be bothered to notice that they knocked you down.

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  31. What a fun read. Nothing like keeping it in the family. Thanks so much. This is one scenario I definitely don't want to be put into.

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    1. Thank you.
      I wouldn't like to find myself in that position anywhere else besides my fantasies either :D

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  32. Lucky number 13!! Such a fun story Tara. I hated Louise from the get go and you hardly wrote about her. I would have thrown snow at her, haha.
    Spanked by her father in law and she still marries into the family? I guess she knew what she was getting into.

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    1. I want you on my side in a snowball fight anytime, Casey!

      That's an interesting thought, I wonder how many of us would have still married our husbands if our future father in law had spanked us first? Maybe for tsome of us who are spankos it might have been an incentive, a sort of bride price, but I can imagine many a broken relationship too. ;)

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  33. Loved your story, Tara. I remember when I was first learning to ski I had a crush on a boy with us who was skiing black diamonds. I wanted to go with him, but I didn't chance it like Fiona. I don't think I would have liked getting spanked by his Dad.

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    1. Now I'm curious Kelesy, did it make you try runs that you shouldn't have? I know I tried those I shouldn't have done, without any crush! Just the foolish sense of indestructibility that only comes with youth. I certainly wouldn't do it now.

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  34. Oh my! I bet she's glad this proposal wasn't on the jumbotron. Celestejones215@rocketmail.com

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  35. HOT story - and the idea of being spanked by ones FIL is quite exciting :) Love the humour too.

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    1. Thanks Abigail,

      While the idea of it is pretty hot, (especially if said FIL is sexy in that handsome, mature way, yum) I can imagine it could make for many an awkward family dinner later.

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  36. I want this story waay plumped out. Please tell me you are going to write this into a full book! I want to know them both better and the family. :) I agree with the others Jacques does owe her an apology! However, she did deserve a spanking for putting her safety in jeopardy by skiing the scary hills. LOL I'm not a skier so I do not know terminology. If I ever try skiing it will be the water variety. I need to know more about this family. Turn it into a book, Tara! You will make me one happy girl! corinnealexander4@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Corinne,
      but no, this was a one off, just for winter spanks. I find I'm really enjoying writing seasonal short stories for the various blog hops. They're a lot of fun to do.

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  37. Like father, like son? The family that spanks together stays together? Interesting!
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    1. LOL Cathy,
      Interesting slogan, not unlike some of the slogans that we had here during our many divorce referenda, prior to the eventual yes vote in 1995.

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  38. Lburger1908 at gmail dot com
    I used to ski and I remember that getting on and off the lift was the worst and most nerve wracking part. I feel you Fi!

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    1. I feel for Fi too, especially given that I did actually get stuck in a fence much to the amusement of many skiers. Thank god it was ion Montreal, and not in Ireland where someone might have recognised me. Funnily enough, I've never been skiing since :D

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  39. Interesting! They laugh their butts off at her when she makes beginner mistakes and don't figure she'll push herself too far? Hmph! They deserved the spanking! Still, a good story, Tara, thank you!
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    1. Bravo, Barbara.
      Actually, I think you're dead right, Jacques especially for abandoning her. At least the FIL hung around a bit to give some instruction.

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  40. LOL. I totally did NOT expect the spanking from his dad! Great story.
    About being number 13, if you walk backwards under a ladder while holding a black cat, you can negate the bad juju ;-)
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    1. OMG, I am literally laughing out loud!
      I won't walk forwards under a ladder never mind backwards, I'd be sure to trip and pull the whole thing down on myself, probably bucket loads of paint and the poor cat and I would be sporting a brand new look.
      Thanks so much, Karen.

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  41. The first time I went skiing was with my husbands family all of them are experts including his sister that was 10. lynnmarie431@yahoo.com

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    1. Eek,
      I feel for you, at least my first time, I was there with another novice, while the rest were experts. Hope your first experience was less traumatic but given that you say your husband's family I'm assuming you survived intact :D
      Thanks, Lynnmarie.

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  42. Fiona is so lucky that her spanking did not take place out on the slope where Duane caught up with her!
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    1. Hi Amber,

      yeah, now that really would be humiliating. but another hot little fantasy all the same. Thank you.

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  43. What a great proposal, although not very romantic.

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    1. Hi Laurel,
      yes, as a proposal it was low on the romance Richter scale all right. But pretty high on the heat scale. Not sure whether I would have said yes or no if it was me though :D

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  44. Spanked by the father in law? OMG Not really liking the proposal though lol. suzyayersauthor at gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Suzy,

      not exactly a story that you would want to tell at your wedding "and Jacques proposed to me while I was lying across his father's knee..." just wouldn't seem like the right anecdote :D

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  45. Love how, for them, spanking is a family affair! Happy Winter Spanks. :)
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    1. Thanks Normandie,

      The plus side would be not feeling the need for secrecy but it would be pretty tough if one had to submit to two spankings for any misdemeanours! :D

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  46. Not sure what to say on this one. Having your future father in law spank you would be too embarassing for me and I have to agree with some who have pointed out Jacques behavior but I definitely think Fiona did deserve discipline for the risks she took.
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    1. Hi Kara,

      Agreed, in spite of my little fantasy, in real life it would be too embarrassing for me too. Also agreed, Jacques could have done with a kick in the bum himself for abandoning Fiona.
      Thank you.

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  47. I'm not at all for a father-in-law spanking; that's taking things a bit too far. I don't want my husband's family knowing about our private, private life. Sorry.

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    1. Absolutely no need to apologise, QuenKne. Each person has their own preferences and also, sometimes what we like to imagine in a tiny portion of our brain would be just awful in reality. Thanks for stopping by

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  48. Like father, like son, even if it took him a bit to come around. Great story Tara! maddietaylorromance@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks Maddie
      Nothing like a bit of home schooling. :D

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  49. tara love the names in your stories and can't wait to sit down and read beginning to end... reading list is soooo long lol

    chickieblog@live.com

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    1. I agree Chickadee, it was a lot of reading for three days. In spite of my good intentions and best efforts I didn't get around to everyone on time.
      Thanks for stopping by, and the story will be here for a while if you fancy popping back.
      I need to put up a blog page for short stories only, from all these blog hops to make it easier for readers to find them as there are a few now.

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  50. Great story, Tara! I particularly enjoyed the spanking at the end - held down, hands pinned behind her back... yum!!
    michellpa65@gmail.com

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    1. Ah, Michelle, that's just how I like it ;) In reading material anyway!
      Thank you. Now you know why I was asking those questions about French Canadians :D

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  51. Awesome proposal! So loving this!! That spanking...definitely a fantasy! hehe! Thank you for sharing! And 13 can be really lucky! :D I say you got the best one! :P
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