MY PLAYBOY "HUBBY"

My husband, Bobby, always has been my hero, even when I was a little girl and he was the boy-next-door. Although he was only a year older than me, he always appeared wise beyond his years, so I often went to him whenever I was in a scrape with Mom or school, which was quite often. It's funny we got along, because I was so naughty as a kid and he was so good. He has since told me he liked hearing about my escapades as it is what he would have liked to have done if he hadn't such a sense of duty.

Well, even after we got married I still needed him to get me out of the scrapes I managed to get myself into – or at least provide some comfort till the storm blew itself over. Like the time just after we were married: Being students, we both had part-time jobs to make ends meet. I was employed as a mini-skirted waitress in a local eating house called Cinders. We had some guys who came in regularly from one of the local colleges. One obviously fancied me and had started getting a bit too fresh for my liking, in spite of the fact that my wedding ring was clearly visible on my finger.

This particular day, this guy was showing off to his mates and trying to chat me up as I served the food. I tried to take this in good part as he was a customer, but told him not to get fresh. However, he then knocked his fork on the floor and as I bent over to pick it up he slapped me hard on the behind. I squealed and clutched my butt, much to the amusement of the guy and his mates. However, his laughter died when I picked up his plate of food and emptied it over his head, closely followed by the large coke he'd ordered! I then did the only thing I could think of doing by running out the diner and home to my husband.

Thankfully, Bobby was in when I got home and consoled me as I poured out my tale of woe. It was rather like something that had happened a couple of years before when I got into real trouble at school with my games coach. I was a member of the school softball team, and that afternoon after school, Miss Resnick was trying to instill some much-needed discipline into our game. Unfortunately, I was somewhat sassy that day and after the practice she gave me a good telling off, warning me my attitude must improve if I was to remain in the squad. This didn't please me, and when Miss Resnick turned her back, I pulled a face at her.

Sadly for me, there was a mirror on the opposite wall, and she saw me and exploded. To my horror she fished a paddle out the drawer – one of her responsibilities was paddling the girls – so I ended up bent over the desk in her office while she dished out six good swats from her paddle to the back of my thin shorts. It hurt like crazy and my pain was increased when Miss Resnick told me my presence was no longer required in the softball squad. I went home in floods of tears, with a very sore bottom and my dreams of glory dashed.

I was also worried about what Mom would say – and do – when she heard I'd been paddled yet again at school. But my main worry was the humiliation of being kicked off the squad. Bobby and I had been dating for about a year and I went straight over to his house and collapsed into his arms, sobbing my heart out as I told him what had happened. He immediately sized up the situation by saying I needed to apologize straight away to Miss Resnick before she went home. I was somewhat reluctant to do this but, propelled by Bobby's slap on my already sore butt, I took his hand and we walked back to school together. We arrived just as the softball practice was just finishing. Miss Resnick regarded me with obvious disfavor, but softened in the light of my heartfelt apology to her. She then said she'd had a very hard week with some family problems and that my sassiness had really made her flip. However, she said that she had been rather severe on me and, as I had apologized straight away, I could come back on the team. I was overjoyed and hugged Bobby. He always knew the right thing to do.

Well, as a newly-married woman I was just as dependent on him and thankfully he again came up with the solution. He gave me time to dry my tears, then we got in the car and went over to Cinders. I was very nervous, not knowing whether the gang of lads would be there, but I was confident Bobby could handle any confrontation. As it happened, they were gone, as the manager had told them the waitress they had fooled around with and upset was married to a very big guy and they shouldn't be around if he came looking for them. As for the lad whose clothes I'd ruined, the manager had told him he would cover the bill for dry cleaning. He then told me not to take the law into my own hands again with customers but call him when there was trouble. He said he wasn't expecting me back that evening but he was short-staffed and could I work the rest of the evening shift to make up my time?

I couldn't believe how well things had worked out for us. Bobby again had known what to do. My hero! I finished my evening's work out of gratitude to the manager letting me keep my job, but my thoughts were elsewhere with my husband. I just couldn't wait to show him how much I loved him.

At last my shift finished and Bobby took me home in the car. I hitched my skirt up as I sat beside him, leaving him in no doubt what I was thinking about. We both had more college work to do that evening, but it could wait! As soon as we got in, I grabbed Bobby and kissed him, clinging to him like a limpet. Eventually, he picked me up in his strong arms (I love that bit!) and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and we kissed passionately as we tugged each other's clothes off. We were so much in love and we had little difficulty in stimulating each other to very explosive climaxes, but the sexual fulfillment came as a result of our passionate love and affection for each other.

As we lay naked in each other's arms, I thanked God that, although I lost my own father at a very early age, he had given me a man who was not only a great husband but a great hero to me as well. The sex was great but I had also found a wonderful sense of security.

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