Zachary Cunningham
moved his family to Corbin's Bend when everything in their life seemed
out of control. In a DD relationship with his wife Erin, he thought
things had leveled out now that they lived in a community where everyone
watched out for one another and discipline was the norm. Surely his
family life could be more settled now.
Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.
When her husband and the board of Corbin's Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary's lead truly was the way.
Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.
When her husband and the board of Corbin's Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary's lead truly was the way.
“Dinner is served,” Erin
said proudly as she laid the platter with her impressive fish next to the bowls
of mashed potatoes and green beans. The girls clapped and Zach looked on with
wide grin.
“That looks spectacular,
honey.”
It did look spectacular,
even if she did say so herself. She’d poured the sauce all over the entire dish
and it positively gleamed. “Would you like to serve?” she asked Zach.
He stood up and scooped
portions on to everyone’s plate. The family said grace and they started. Erin
watched everyone’s faces expectantly. Zach’s face was stoic as he chewed
carefully. Avvy said nothing but she wasn’t even chewing. She just held the
food in her mouth. Jordan was the first one to give her honest opinion. She
spat her offending mouthful back on to the plate.
“That is so gross,” she
said, dry retching for full effect.
Erin’s eyes filled with
tears and popped her fork full in to her mouth to see what was wrong with the
food. She carefully picked up her napkin and emptied the contents of her mouth.
“Don’t eat it,” was all she said, standing and taking the platter with her.
“I can call a pizza,” Zach
said.
“Do what you have to, to
feed your children.”
“Honey, I’m sure there was
just a small mistake with the recipe.”
The girls were wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry I said it was gross, Mommy,” Jordan said. “It just tasted a bit like
medicine.”
“That’s nice of you to say,
honey, but you were right the first time, it was gross. Why don’t you two go
play while you wait for the pizza to come.”
“Nice one, Jordan. You
almost made Momma cry.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
The voices disappeared into
one of the bedrooms and Erin burst into tears. “I have wasted the entire day on
this! I spent a lot of my food budget on the ingredients and did everything the
recipe said!”
“It’s okay, Erin, you
tried.”
“Well I can’t serve
‘trying’ up to a bunch of people on Friday, can I?” She thumped her foot down
on the trash can foot lever to open the lid and it bounced, just as she heaved
the contents from the platter into it. It landed on the closed lid with
splashes of the poison sauce going everywhere. “Oh for fuck sake!” she shouted
into the cabinet door as she banged it open and shut in frustration before
bending to wipe the cabinet door. Zach was behind her in a second and the giant
wooden spoon clapped off her bottom.
“I never want to hear that
word in this house again. Do you hear me?”
Stress
Have you ever
got yourself in a tizzy about visitors? The house that we consider clean enough
for ourselves and our loved ones to live in suddenly seems like a filthy
disaster area when visitors are coming. The food that we serve everyday gets
cleaned off plates with nary a complaint but when other people are coming, you
feel this urgent need to become a michelin chef. Trying to learn how to cook
complicated dishes very rarely works, especially while trying to scour the
house and be a mother and wife.
I hardly ever
cook from a cookbook and if I do, I substitute nearly everything in the recipe
anyway, so of course the recipe doesn't turn out looking anything like it does
in the picture. Erin's problem was a little different. Determined to make a
good impression and cook the best plate
at her pot luck dinner party, she decided to try out a spectacular fish dish.
She followed the recipe perfectly, still things didn't go according to plan.
There's only one
way the tizzy is going to end, badly. Either it will fester and grow until the
stressed person explodes, hurting everyone and everything in their path.
Sometimes they need someone to stop them before it gets to that point.
Zach couldn't
understand all the fuss. He loved his wife's cooking and so did the girls.
Knowing it was important to his wife, he was as supportive as he could be.
There was a limit though. He'd put up with Erin's escalating attitude for days.
Her party craziness was taking on a life of its own. The day she cooked the
fish, Erin seemed calm. He hoped this meant she was over her stress but as he
secretly suspected it was the calm before the storm. When a word came out of
his wife's mouth that should never be said in a house with children,
accompanied by flying pots that she tossed into the sink, he decided a short
sharp reminder was in order. Kitchen utensils weren't just for cooking and
throwing.
Constance Masters is a 54
year old wife, mother and grandmother from Australia. She specialises in
spanking romance and has nine published works. Leading the Way, her Corbin's
Bend novella will be her tenth. Her work is mostly romance with a little hint
of drama and a large slice of humour. She likes to find the humour in everyday
life.
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I love that snippet, Connie, and I totally sympathized with Erin while understanding why Zach took the stance he did. Your explanation for the scene was perfect. Thanks for sharing (and I went over with my Corbin's Bend post as well, so that's two of us.)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathryn. She definitely needed him to draw a halt to her mood :)
DeletePoor thing. I think she needs to take a deep breath.
ReplyDeleteShe sure does. Thanks Normandie :)
DeleteYou both need a good spanking (and thanks for the extra sentences). Great book all spankos will love this.
ReplyDeleteThanks PK lol :)
DeleteI empathize totally - I've lost count of how many times dishes haven't worked out as they are supposed to. And there is nothing like a little one to tell it like it is :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this book. Erin had my heart entirely throughout.
Me too. When your having visitors you can always count on something going wrong. Thanks Tara :)
DeleteWhat a great excerpt. I've had that experience way more times than I'd like to count, and I can certainly sympathize with Erin. Working so hard to plan a delightfully good meal only to serve it up and see it fall flat. But hey, they still have the mashed potatoes and the green beans, right?
ReplyDeleteI don't think she cared much about the potatoes and green beans at that point lol Thanks Melody :)
DeletePoor Erin She was so out of her element.
ReplyDeleteShe certainly was! Thanks Cara :)
Deleteloved this book! Hehe, my cooking is like that on normal days :)
ReplyDeleteAnd YES I would move there in a heartbeat if it were real!
Thanks Katherine! I would live there too :)
DeleteI'm a decent cook, but nothing pisses me off more than a ruined dinner! I would totally be cursing too!
ReplyDeleteMe either Renee! Especially if you've used expensive ingredients...and you were really looking forward to eating it. Thanks :)
DeleteWould I move to Corbin's Bend? um...no. I hate neighborhood associations. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL Renee. I would, in a heartbeat ! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a naughty girl. Uh uh uh - no rude words here :) I have added 'Leading the Way' to my TBR list ;) Yum!
ReplyDeleteThanks Christina! Nope. No swearing allowed :)
DeleteLooks like Zach takes no lip. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteNope he doesn't. Our Zach tries to stay on top of things :)
DeleteI like the wooden spoon. LOL :)
ReplyDeleteMe too Addy LOL :)
DeleteI hope he can help turn things around. She seems to be tumbling down the hill with no holds to stop her. Hopefully she will learn that discipline done with love can set things right. A good hard cry may be what she needs to start fresh.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right. That's what she does need. Thanks Jolynn :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the story! Great addition to the Corbin's Bend series.
ReplyDeleteThank you! So pleased you liked my story :)
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