Chances are, if you attended high school here in the States, you read The Scarlet Letter by Nathanial Hawthorne. If it's been too long or if you are domiciled somewhere "Across One of the Ponds," I will explain. It is the allegorical story of Hester Prynne that deals with the themes of good and evil, the human condition, and society vs individualism. In Puritan Boston, Hester is forced to wear the scarlet letter "A" to brand her as an adulteress. Other than being a vehicle by which to introduce symbolism and theme to teenagers (who for the most part could care less), it is heavy and dull. However, it reinforces the belief that "scarlet" is somehow sinful.
Think of the phrases:
On our trip to the UK last year, dear Ami took me shopping one day. I wanted to buy honest to goodness English "knickers," and Ami said that Marks and Spencer was the place to go for pretty underthings without breaking the bank. And, boy howdy, was she right. We left our guys in a pub and off we went knicker shopping. I was also ecstatic to find so many gorgeous unlined lace bras and in my size! I despise foam cups on bras. Once I checked the sizing on one set of knickers and matching bra, I scooped up one more set in another color. The lace on the knickers was just lovely, and I must say, the bras made the girls just sit right up where they used to be. There was a dreamy pale taupe and my favorite - a true scarlet.
Later, when we were alone, Sam asked me what was in all the bags. I held up the scarlet ones. There were several good reasons that I did not wear them for him right then and there. Foremost was my being quite ill and next because I make too much noise with an orgasm. Not something I feel comfortable doing as someone's house guest!
Weeks after returning home, the scarlet knickers finally made their debut. Sam's eyes lit up like it was Christmas. Of course, in the wise words of Meredith, they did end up on the floor. But in Sam's mind, they had handily won the top spot on the lingerie hit parade.
One day recently, Sam mentioned that the scarlet knickers had not made an appearance in a while, and he was right. Very soon, I remedied this lapse, and my husband was appreciative. He did not take them off and told me he wanted to enjoy the view for a bit. The knickers really didn't cover much of my bottom, and as Sam pulled me over his knee, I was fairly certain that they would not offer much protection either.
"We are interrupting this post to bring you
this important message."
Am going to pause here to ask you if you think you can predict the outcome of this "Scarlet Story" before it ends. If this was Las Vegas, what sort of odds do you imagine the bookie would be willing to give?
Mmmm.....talk about a sure thing!
"We will now return to our regularly scheduled post."
Sam spanked me lovingly that morning. He likes to report the color stages happening on my ass. Some artists work in oils. Some in pastels. Sam works in hand prints on a lily-white background.
"Now we are starting to see some pink."
"I surely do love your pretty pink butt, Ella."
"No, be still, we are not nearly done. But the pink is deepening."
"Ahh... that's more like it, we are approaching the finish line."
"Today I want your ass to match your knickers!"
A lovely time was had by all.
And I would like to thank Mr. Michael Marks
and Mr Thomas Spencer for having
one of the nicest lingerie departments ever.
We will be heading back to the UK very soon,
and you can bet M&S is on Ella's list of things to do.