One of My Favorites "Romance at Mystic Seaport"
Squire Hobbit
By Squire Hobbit
One lovely warm spring afternoon I was sitting on my front
porch enjoying the first sunny day of spring. While I was looking
through a very old family photo album one old photograph caught my
eye, the photograph in front of me was of the Village Green. The
people in the picture were strangely dressed and formally posed,
however, as people were in the last century. The picture showed two
couples; both were immaculately dressed, one of the women was holding
a baby. The woman holding the baby was wearing a scrimshaw locket and
the gaze between the parents shone with love. My mind drifted back to
the wonderful smells of fresh baked bread, pies and biscuits and meat
roasting in the oven and the aromas of all the other superb treats
that used to fill my Grandma?s kitchen, back to a time when many more
people appreciated a true home cooked meal and garden fresh
vegetables. To a time when most people appreciated the difference
between a fresh tomato from the garden and one of those round red
things in a plastic tray wrapped in cellophane that the stores try to
pass off as tomatoes. Memories of the delightful aromas of Grandma?s
baking and Grandpa?s home made sausage and sauerkraut fresh from the
crock in the root cellar filled my mind as I drifted off into a
blissful sleep.
I was awakened by the sensation that my chair was rocking I
opened my eyes and looked around and saw that I was in the cabin of an
old sailing ship. There was a knock on the door.
"Were in sight of the harbor Captain." said a faceless voice
from behind the door.
"Very well, I'll be on deck directly." I replied.
"Aye, Captain." The voice responded as I heard his footsteps
retreating. I looked over at the daguerreotype of my lovely wife
Laura, whom I hadn't seen in almost six months. It pained me to be
away from the woman I loved for so long but being a whaler meant long
months at sea, and my Laura understood. I would spend the next few
months making it up to her.
I quickly put on my mackinaw and went up on deck of my ship,
the Charles W. Morgan where I was met by Ezekial my long time friend
and first mate. He was smiling broadly and pointing towards shore in
the direction of my house.
"Yer missus is in her usual spot but it looks like she's got a
wee one' in her arms, Cap'n." He said in his thick Scottish voice.
"By stars, maybe that was why she felt poorly in the weeks
before we set sail." I declared to no one in particular. I waved my
hat in the air towards my Laura up on the widow's walk. A gleeful
murmuring spread throughout my crew as the word spread that I might
now be a father.
Finally we arrived. We were moored at the wharf and I had
began my usual routine of inspecting the ship to be sure that
everything was well stowed and that the ship was ready to have her
cargo brought ashore when Ezekial exclaimed, "My God man, well ye go
ta yer wife, I'll see ta things 'ere on the ship. Take yer bag ?n?
go, I'll see that the rest o' yer things are sent along."
"Thank ya Zeke, and you best be comin' around in the next day
or so; you may have a godchild," I said taking my bag from him and
racing down the gangway. The short walk home never seemed longer than
it did this beautiful spring afternoon. As I reached the porch I was
certain that I heard the sound of a baby fussing. I was greeted by
the intermingled aromas of freshly baked biscuits, pies, and simmering
lamb stew wafting out through the screen door. I knew Laura had seen
my ship hours ago; this feast could only be for my homecoming! I
entered the kitchen and there sat my beloved wife Laura with a baby
suckling at her bosom. I dropped my bag and hung my coat by the door.
"Come see your son." Laura said softly seeing my look of
astonishment, "Joseph, this is your papa, the man I have been telling
you about. "
"What . . . how. . . when . . ." I stammered.
Laura broke into fits of lyrical laughter. . ."Well my love,
the how should be obvious unless you have forgotten how you were in
the last months before you put out to sea. I thought I was with child
just before you left, but I kept silent so as not to worry you and
he's just now three months old." she said glowing radiantly
She handed me my son, demurely closing her bodice
"Joseph Ezekial Goetz" she said.
"I love you Laura." I whispered in her ear as I looked down
at my son.
"He's got your mouth and eyes John." She said resting her
cheek on my shoulder.
"Joseph has your warm smile and fine hair." I responded in
delight.
Are you pleased?"
"Pleased? How could I not be pleased Laura, you bore me a
handsome son and named him after my dear Grandpa and my closest
friend." I said. I embraced her tightly with my free arm as she
stood, and placed a tender kiss on her cheek.
Joseph discovered my full beard and began experimenting
with its possibilities. Laura laughed her sweet melodic laugh as
Joseph yanked on my beard and I winced as he tugged at it with his
tiny hands
"Your son is going to be an adventurer too." She chuckled as
she busied herself getting supper ready. I tucked my son into the
little wooden cradle Laura had set out for him in the kitchen and sang
him to sleep before bringing in more wood for the stove.
"Laura, you are more beautiful and desirable each time I
return home to you." I said as I turned her from the stove and pulled
her into my warm embrace. Her chest swelled as my words went straight
from her ears to her heart. I began kissing her lightly on the lips
with growing passion as my hands moved slowly down her back stopping
at her nether globes and pulling her closer.
"Oh, John, I've missed your touch so badly these long months."
She gasped huskily.
"I will begin making all that up to you this evening my
darling." I promised as she pressed herself into the proof of that
statement and sighed contentedly.
"The stew is going to burn." she said, reluctantly extricating
herself from my embrace.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the table
admiring my Laura's radiant beauty, falling in love with her all over
again as Joseph smiled in his sleep.
Laura carried the stew and biscuits to the table and sat down
beside me. I filled her plate and mine as she smiled up at me happily
as I took a mouthful of her delicious stew. I smiled back broadly as
her good cooking caressed my taste buds.
"Aren't you going to eat my love?" I asked
"Yes, John, but I'm simply enjoying having my husband at home
again she beamed. At that I lifted her small smooth hand and kissed
it as I felt the tingle I always felt when I touched her.
" I will help you with the garden tomorrow morning, my dear,"
I said, "I am glad you had luck planting early. There seems to have
been no frost to ruin the plants, but they will be needing constant
weeding now that it is warmer"
"I needed to plant more this season than last because Joseph
will be on solid food by harvest and I will have to put up more for
the winter too. It will be nice to be in the garden once again with
you dear." she replied.
It was an unseasonably sultry evening, and after dinner I
helped her clean the kitchen and we retired to the parlor with our son
in his cradle. I sat with my arm around her shoulder smoking my pipe.
Laura inhaled deeply of the aroma of the smoke and
said "Now it smells like home again." Snuggling up closer to me, "I
can hardly bear it when you are away from me for so long, but it
almost seems worth it when you finally return from the sea." she
continued.
Setting my pipe aside, "Will you dance with me?" I asked
rising and pulling her to her feet.
"But we've no music." she replied.
I didn't answer, but clasped her waist strongly in my arm and
began waltzing her to music that could be heard with our hearts.
Crickets soon started to chirp, adding their voices to the serenade
while lightning bugs flickered like candles on a Christmas tree. We
watched the show of lights as we twirled. We danced for well over an
hour, simply enjoying being in each others arms once again until
Joseph woke up crying and hungry.
Laura picked up Joseph and I held him as she opened her bodice
and took Joseph into her arms as he began suckling. As Joseph wiggled
in her arms her bodice opened further exposing her other breast. I
reached out and cupped her vacant left breast and a drop of milk came
appeared on its crown which I licked off as Joseph pulled on my
fingers. When he was full I took my son from Laura and laid him back
down in the cradle.
Sensing that her desire matched mine I picked up the cradle
and carried him to our bed chamber with Laura on my arm. I set the
cradle down by the bed. When Joseph was settled Laura began
unbuttoning the front of my shirt as I slipped my
suspenders off my shoulders and unbuttoned the cuffs. She slowly ran
her soft small hands over my hairy chest as I slipped the bodice of
her dress off her shoulders and untying the waist, Laura briefly
lowered her arms allowing the dress to drop to the floor. Laura
removed my shirt and tossed it aside. I gently caressed her swollen
bosom through her light linen camisole, savoring each moment of
unveiling her womanly charms just as I had on our wedding night years
before. Lifting the hem of her
camisole slowly exposing inch after inch of her firm alabaster flesh
until her yearning breasts were once again displayed for my eager
eyes, pulling the garment clear of her still nubile body.
I stood her back from me and examined her breasts until she
blushed, then I reached into my pocket and removed a necklace from it.
It was in the shape of a heart and opened up. I fastened it around
Laura's neck as I nuzzled her neck and felt her breasts from behind.
Laura's modesty always inflamed me, because I knew what it cost her to
reveal herself to me and to allow my caresses and invasions.
I reached back, slipping my callused right hand into the split
in the back of her pantaloons across her soft smooth buttock and held
her bare chest close to mine with my other hand.
Laura blushed furiously as she felt my hand upon her bottom
"Ohhh, John, I'd almost forgotten what you used to do to me there."
she sighed.
"I've missed that as well as much more my love." I whispered
in her ear before I sucked her ear lobe between my lips.
Her loving hands drifted down to my waist as I opened and
slowly peeled down her last vestige of modesty fully laying bare her
femininity. I sat down on the edge of the bed as she lowered herself
to her knees and removed my boots. Standing I removed my trousers and
picked my Laura up and laid her on the bed. I joined her on the bed
as she opened herself to me. Being a man and having been at sea for
many months, I was quicker with Laura than I wanted to be, but she
showed me no rebuke with actions or words.
As I regained my focus and my breathing returned to normal,
however, I saw she was looking down at me longingly. I knew what I
needed to do. I took her wrist gently and drew her over my thighs.
My passion began to rise again at the combination of feeling her soft
flesh upon mine and seeing her perfect buttocks offered up before me.
"It has been far too long since I have attended to you like
this." I said as one hand caressed her back and the other caressed
her legs and bottom.
"Oh, please don?t punish me," she sighed softly and urgently.
"I didn?t answer, responding by gently but firmly spanking her
bottom. Laura started to squirm, which pleased me greatly. I
rewarded her by redoubling my efforts. She now could not hold back,
and cried out in response to each swat. I did not stop, instead I
progressed with her chastisement. As I did she began rocking her hips
back and forth as if I were taking her again. My hand continued to
chastise her wobbling, reddening bottom, as her mind drifted back over
the years to our wedding night when I had brought her into full woman
hood in this very same way.
My long months of desiring Laura's most special offering was
finally being fulfilled. A bright red warm blush spread across her
bottom and her sighs and moans intensified until Joseph awoke
interrupting her spanking crying out his hunger .
I helped Laura to her feet and she lay down on her side as I
lifted Joseph out of his cradle and lay down with him placing him near
his mother?s bosom. I caressed her back as Joseph suckled contentedly
at her bosom, when Joseph?s hunger had again been satisfied I took him
and tucked him back into his cradle. Rejoining Laura under the
comforter I began lightly caressing her warmed bottom and damp
feminine center. "Laura my dear will you make our reunion complete
and open your most private opening to me as you did on our wedding
night?" I whispered into her ear.
I felt rather than saw her blush, and she returned no answer.
I continued the caresses to her bottom, pinching the flesh and hearing
her moan. " I am going to lubricate you now," I said, and reached for
the vial I kept beside our bed. Laura's
moans increased as she realized what I was doing,
"No, John, I'm too embarrassed," she said from under the
covers.
"You have no choice, my dear," I replied. As I spoke I
grasped her buttocks firmly and spread the cheeks. I ran my finger,
well greased with spermaceti oil over her rear opening. I enjoyed her
protests as I invaded the forbidden territory, and as she writhed
beneath me. When I was too hard and big to continue this, I spread
her cheeks wider still and aimed myself at the opening. I pushed
hard, imbedding myself in her while she wriggled. That night I found
that a little spermaceti oil applied to her front bud was helpful,
too. I rubbed it into her front while I took her in the back and her
passion surprised even me, her own husband.
"Laura, you always pleasure me greatly." I whispered in her
ear before I began kissing the base of her neck continuing until our
reunion was fully consummated
Laura awoke before me the next morning because she was attuned
to Joseph's sounds and he was hungry again in the wee hours.
When I awoke the baby had been suckled and changed, and Laura
had made her way downstairs to make breakfast. She prepared batter
for johnny cakes, and was cooking them on a griddle when I entered the
room. I came up behind her as she placed the cakes on a platter and
cupped her breasts from behind. Nuzzling her neck I said, "I turned
over and was so sorry you were gone. Come back to bed with me. "
" I can't, John! Now don't be silly! I just cooked
breakfast and we have to get to work in the garden. I want to show
you what I've planted this year. "
John and Laura sat and ate. After the cleaning up, Laura and I
went outside where she proudly showed me the vegetable garden. She
had done a good job. Staked tomatoes, rows of corn, potatoes,
cabbage, and much more were laid out in neat rows that were free of
weeds. There were pumpkin plants and summer squash. It was
beautiful.
"Where's the acorn squash, Laura ?" I asked. I had a
particular fondness for the acorn squash baked as Laura made it. She
halved it then baked it with butter, honey, and brown sugar. It was
one of my favorite treats on fall evenings.
Laura looked stricken. " I didn't plant any, John," she said.
" I couldn't find the seeds I dried last year, and then I forgot to
try to buy some when I went into town. I'm sorry. I know how much
you love them."
I was disappointed, but wasn't sure that they could not be
planted even now. I was very proud of Laura and the beautiful garden
she had managed to make while caring for our new baby. If there had
been no garden, I wouldn't have cared.
I looked mischievously at Laura across the pumpkin vines and
said, " I think you know you deserve to be thrashed for that, Laura.
Go up to the bedroom and remove your clothing."
Laura felt her body betray her as I spoke. My stern tone
always made her tingle. She walked up the path. Once inside the
house, Laura again fed the baby. He obligingly fell asleep and she
carried him to the bedroom, laying him in his cradle by the bed. I
followed her inside and raised no protest when I saw that she was
feeding our son before obeying me. I could wait.
With the baby snug in his bed, Laura turned to look at her
husband. He was smiling at her, his foot up on a small stool and his
arms akimbo.
"Well, Laura, " I said, " The time has come. Undress for me."
She shivered and turned her back to me as she finished
unfastening the front of her dress. I was extremely amused at her
modesty and grinned wickedly at her sweet turned back.
"Now, now, Laura, " I chided, trying hard to keep my face
straight, " I do think I should watch you undress, don't you ? After
all, being nude for your punishment is so important. You don't want
to do that with your back turned !!"
Laura turned to face me, her eyes downcast, as she bent and
grasped the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly up her body until she
had slipped it off over her head. She held the garment in front of
her immodestly clad body blushing like a virgin.
"Come along my love, there?s no need to delay." I said softly
but firmly.
Laura carefully folded her dress and turned towards the
bureau, as she bent over to set it down the back of her pantaloons
opened giving me a brief glimpse of the bottom to which my full
attentions would soon be applied. Standing again she slowly began
removing her still open camisole revealing her firm milk swollen
bosom.
I slowly rolled up my sleeves as I stood admiring my lovely
Laura disrobing. Laura folded her camisole and set it atop her dress
and nervously fingered the satin ribbon which held up the last vestige
of her modesty. I smiled to myself as I reached my strong bare
forearm around Laura?s smooth belly and grasped her hip, turning her
to the side, "I see there is much mischief I must thrash out of you."
I said as I swung my strong right arm in and smacked her womanly
bottom several times. "I want you in all your glory my love." I
whispered as she slowly complied.
Once Laura was standing naked before me, I slowly unbuckled my
belt. Laura?s eyes glistened with fear and excitement as she saw and
heard belt slide free of my trousers. She feared receiving the belt,
but was aroused by it in spite of herself.
I turned Laura so that she was standing at the center of the
foot board, she gasped as she bent forwards and felt the carving on
the end of the bed pressing into her womanhood.
I placed the belt upon the bed where she could easily see it,
then I began rubbing her bottom and thighs with my warm firm
hands as I spoke to her in a soft loving tone.
"So, Laura you couldn?t find the seeds? That?s very
interesting since I found them yesterday tucked neatly behind my
tobacco pouch in the cupboard. You must have forgotten where you put
them my dear. Don?t you think you deserve the belt for this?"
I was hitting on a truth that I knew and Laura did not want to
know when I implied she would like a taste of the belt. I knew I
loved thrash Laura, and being a man, admitted it freely. Laura being
a woman would never speak of it. Yet I knew she found a strange
enjoyment in my mastery of her and even in being punished with my belt
until she wept from the pain and humiliation. I knew she had placed
the seeds on the shelf to keep them safe and had then forgotten them.
She did not, however, defend herself. She giggled softly into the
coverlet but made no reply as she wriggled her hips. I retrieved the
belt and slowly swung it down across her now writhing bottom some
thirty times, her voice becoming more plaintive with each swat of the
belt. Her wails were from genuine pain, but I knew from experience
that she enjoyed it when I did this to her. I became aroused watching
her nude body thrashing in a futile attempt to avoid the belt. When
the chastisement was complete I picked my wife up gently and laid her
on her back on the bed. Laura blushed deeply as she watched me
undressing, even though we were long married she still felt that
naughty virginal tingle she felt on our wedding night. As we became
one the room filled with the sounds of lovers kept too long apart,
those sounds rose then slowly faded as we eventually drifted into
contented sleep still joined at the hip, we slept peacefully through
the morning until our son awakened them with his need. Laura rose
still nude taking our son to her bosom with one hand and rubbing her
still red bottom with the other, beaming radiantly as she now felt
fully cleansed and loved.
When Joseph had been cared for, John and Laura dressed and
took their son and the seeds out to the garden; they had just finished
planting when Ezekial and his betrothed Sarah came to call.
"John, yer corn is more than knee high and it tisnt even tha
fourth ah July yet ye should have a bumper crop." Ezekial said
"Yes", I said That?s what my Grandfather always said knee high
by the fourth of July guaranteed a good yield. My Laura managed to
get it all planted While we were out to sea, I said putting my arm
around my wife, smiling proudly.
"We?ve got a present fer yer wee_one, John." He said handing
Laura a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine.
"Thank you both." Laura and I said in unison.
"Ezekial, I?d like you to meet your Godson; Joseph Ezekial
Goetz." I said proudly as Laura unwrapped the package revealing a
small richly colored wool plaid blanket.
"Tis a baby blanket made from one a me kilts, proud colors fer
a proud lad." He said
"I stitched it all fer ?im wit me own ?ands." Sarah added
"It?s a grand blanket and I?m sure it will keep young Joseph
warm and snug." Laura said
"Are ye gonna be at the Dance tanite?" Ezekial asked
"The picture man is gonna be there." Sarah said
"We?ll be there, I?ll not miss the chance to dance with my
sweet wife and to get a picture of young Joseph.
Laura and I went to the dance and had our picture taken with
Ezekial and Sarah that evening. As we waited for the photographer to
get ready I looked at Laura and remembered spanking her bare bottom.
I remembered the effect of oiling her private parts. I thought how
nice it was to be home instead of at sea, at home where every night I
could take my wife to bed and to punish her there. Then the picture
man flashed his light.
I awoke as the late afternoon sun began shining in my eyes,
turning my head I saw the photo album I had been looking through
earlier lying on the porch opened to a picture which looked suddenly
very familiar.
If a Man speaks in the forest and there is no
Woman around to hear him is he STILL wrong???