Mardi Gras In New Orleans  (Part One)

by   Amber 

February 1995

It was so exciting to see the city of New Orleans up on the horizon. We had asked the men to take us to New Orleans for the yearly Mardi Gras parades and celebration, as well as to antique shop.  After they told us 2 times they wouldn’t take us, as both were home bodies and liked to stay away from crowds, we told them if they didn’t take us we WOULD find a way to go, by bus or boat, hitch hiking or whatever it took, and would take the consequences from them, afterwards.  (We both were spanked for that attitude, on the spot, as ultimatums were their “cup of tea” not ours).

 Now, generally, it would be the end of the story, as when punishments are dealt. The decision causing the situation rarely changes.  A few days after this occurred; I was in the kitchen when the phone rang.  Dan answered it and I could tell it was his office. I could guess that it was going to be about yet another trip, to see a new site where the company wanted to build a sister store.  My ears perked up when I heard the words from Dan “I can be in New Orleans by the middle of February in order to get the preliminaries done”.

 Soon as Dan hung up the phone, he said “Well, looks like we are going to New Orleans after all. I don’t suppose you still want to go?”

I walked up to him and putting my arms around him in a tight squeeze, I said, “See, I knew we’d persuade you men to see our side of things, it was just a matter of time before you realized it is all!”

Dan reached behind, not even having to lean down, and laid a quick SMACK to my jean-covered bottom.  “You better watch it little lady, I will leave you home!” He said.

Reaching back to rub my offended backside I said “The who will pack your clothes, and take care of your travel arrangements?”

Grinning down at me, he said “You seem to forget that I was a self proclaimed bachelor, when we met, and did all those thing for myself!  I could do them again in a heartbeat!”

I turned to walk back to the sink, stating “Ha..self-proclaimed..is that why you were still taking your laundry over to your moms when we met?” I started to giggle, knowing this would always get a reaction from him, as he knew how silly I thought it was that he didn’t know one end of the washing machine from another when we first met.

Dan walked to me, and I leaned against the counter, not about to make my backside an open target, but he just put his hands on my shoulders and leaning in for a kiss said “You will pay for that comment later Amber.  Right now, I have to go call John and make sure he knows this is in the works.”  And that said, he left to go into the office.

John was his partner at the firm, but since Dan worked at home 3 days a week, they were in constant contact.  3 days later we were packed and driving into the city. The company had paid for the Dodge caravan, so we rode in comfort.  It was only a 4-hour drive, but since Kate and I were a bundle of energy it seemed to take twice that long.  The men endured it well, even though we had reverted to what they call our “little brats” stage, asking them how much longer, and where we were, and can we stop and shop etc.

 Finally about an hour before we reached the destination John, who was driving at the moment, had had enough. 

He pulled over to the side of the road, and turning in his seat, looked at Kate and said, “If I hear one more word out of you, you and I will be taking a trip into the woods, and it won’t be to pick berries.  IS THAT CLEAR?”

Kate looked at him and without blinking said “No, I don’t think you made it clear enough, after all I am only 26!”

I was shocked, as Kate was usually not this mouthy, especially when John was determined to make a point.  But ever since that bar fight, she seemed to have grown this new aura of boldness I had rarely seen her portray. In a flash John was out of the van, and had her door open, unbuckled her seat belt, and pulled her from the car.  “Well, let’s go see if we can make it any clearer for you.  Can’t have you confused now can we!” Said John.

Putting her hand on his arm, Kate dug her hole deeper, and said “Oh honey, lighten up already would you!  I was just teasing, making light of your attitude is all!”

John grabbed her arm, pushed her gently towards the woods, and said, “That is nice of you, BUT IT DIDN’T work!  Now march before I take your pants down here in front of our companions, and everyone else who just may pass by!”  And with that he gave Kate a swat to her ass to get her moving.  And move she did. Turning to us and said “We'll be back in about 5 minutes, after I blister someone’s butt for her.”

As they disappeared into the wooded area, Dan turned to me to say, “Now, are we going to need to do the same thing, here in the car, or are you going to straighten up?”

“No sir, we don’t need to do the same thing…and I will straighten up, I promise.”

It was at this moment we heard the tell tale sounds of flesh meeting bare flesh, so I told Dan to please turn up the music, not wanting to hear what was happening.

After about 5 minutes, John led a quiet and subdued Kate back to the van.  Once she was settled, sitting very gingerly in her seat, he walked around and got in, then we were on the way again. I reached out for Kate’s hand, giving her a squeeze to let her know that I was sorry she was spanked.  Kate looked at me a though there were tears in her eyes; there was also a sparkle of mischievousness.  This was indeed going to be a very interesting 4 days.

Mardi Gras In New Orleans...Part 2

Time passed quickly, as before we knew it we had arrived at the hotel, and as the guys carried in our luggage, Kate and I took a walk around the pool and patio area.  Since it was the eve of Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday, Kate and I were already planning the next day’s events and evening.  The guys had told us that they had meetings with the builders and contractors, in the morning, and would meet us for lunch. 

I wanted to go to the French Quarters, to eat at the famed “Cafe Du Monde” famous for their Beignets and coffee, but everyone else wanted to meet at a bistro and then goes to the French Quarters that night for the Mardi Gras Parade.  I conceded, and we decided to just to meet back at the hotel on Common Street.

That afternoon at noon, the 4 of us had a quiet lunch in the open patio area or the hotel.  Kate and I had had a wonderful morning, just browsing the stores closest to our hotel, and had found some neat souvenirs.  Dan and John’s meetings had gone well, and they planned to work on the proposals in the morning, and said the rest of the day was ours.

We talked them into taking us to the New Orleans Zoo, and even though they would never admit it, they had as great a time as we did.  After the Zoo we ended back at the hotel to freshen up and change into our party clothes.  The guys, of course, refused to wear the fancy masks we had purchased for them, but we were not going to let that ruin the evening, as we made our way out the door. 

As we were standing in the hallway between our rooms, John then mentioned the place called Brennan’s Restaurant located a few streets away.  I immediately protested as I was under the impression we would be going to the Café Du Monde.  Once again I was out voted, but this time I made sure I was not pleased.

Dan noticed this and took me aside, telling John and Kate to go ahead and we would meet them there.  Once they had gone, Dan pulled me into his arms and looking down at me said “Honey, I know you had your heart set on going to the Café, but we still have plenty of time to go there.  This isn’t just our trip, and we need to be considerate of John and Kate as well as each other.”

I know Dan, but we all agreed to go there, just this morning!” I said, disappointment showing in my tone of voice.

“Hey, now look, we did agree to that, but we never said when now did we?” said Dan, reaching out to lift my chin, as I refused to look at him.

“Amber, I asked you a question and you have just about pushed my patience.  Answer me, did we or did we not agree to go without stating exactly when?”

“OH ALL RIGHT!” I said in a loud voice, “NO we didn’t say WHEN, but I want to go tonight, and why can’t we go to Brennan’s another night?” I emphasized this with a small stomp, which never ever gets me anything but a spanking.

Dan’s eyes narrowed as he was looking at me looked at me, and I knew the instant those words left my mouth my ass was grass.  Sure enough, he took me by the hand, and turned to go back into our room.  Knowing what was about to happen, I quickly pulled my hand away, and started to turn to walk away.

“One step and I will spank you right here for anyone to see and hear Amber!” Dan said

“I’m sorry Dan, I will go to Brennan’s, and I was just disappointed is all.” I said, still not moving towards him.

“One” he started to count, as I just stood there pleading with my eyes not to do this.

I hated it when he counted, made me feel just like a little kid it did. But I also had learned the hard way, over his knee, the folly of making him count any higher than 2, so I walked back to him, and stepped through the open door, trying to duck the hand I knew was going to swat as I walked through the doorway.

“SMACK!”  I didn’t make it, and jumped as his hand made contact.  Why is it that men’s hands always seem to grow to twice their normal size when you have a thin cotton skirt on?

I moved into the room quickly, and watched as Dan walked to the bed.  He crooked his finger at me, and wanting to get this over with, I went to him.  He didn’t waste a minute talking; I knew what was going to happen and why.  He slowly lowered me over his knees, and I soon had a great view of the pretty carpeting as I felt him raise my skirt. I sensed, rather then felt Dan’s hand rise into the air.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Like fire licking at dry wood, I felt the heat in my buns start to roast.  He had not even removed my panties, but it didn’t matter as they were silky and held the heat in quite well.  The lecture.  I hardly heard it; he was fuelling the fire so quickly. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Something about not raising my voice at him, arguing, stomping my feet, and refusing to enter the room the first time he told me.  Man was this fire getting hotter! I then made an error and put my hand back to protect my smarting buns, though it was a little to late to offer much protection.  This of course, caused Dan to lower my panties, and finish my spanking with no silk in the way.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Finally after I was crying and begging for him to stop he did.  He brought me to stand between his legs, and then had me go and clean up so we could leave. Not even a hug for reassurance or anything.  This hurt more than that spanking did, but I refused to say anything about it.

By the time we caught up with John and Kate, they had ordered some Creole appetizers.  I made a soft ooooohhh sound when I sat down, which gratefully no one seemed to notice, but I knew Kate heard it as she looked at me sympathetically.

Once our main dish was served, we talked about the parades.  John and Kate had been told by the waiter that tonight there was just going to be some basic street parties, which the men didn’t care to see, and the Argus Mardi Gras parade which was the main, was the next day.  Once again, I realized that we were probably not going to venture into the heart of the French Quarter like I had anticipated.  The disappointment was too much and I dismissed myself to go to the ladies room.  Kate went with me, and it was in there that I came up with a plan. 

“Kate, I have to go see at least some of the Street party.  Will you to cover for me and go back out, tell the guys that I decided to go on ahead to the Café Du Monde and will meet you all there for coffee? I just know that once they are there, they will have a good time, and we can see the costumes and all.”  I saw her hesitate, but then she shook her head yes, and said she hoped I knew what I was doing.

After thanking Kate and asking her to give me 5 minutes, I left the restaurant.

************************************************************************In the next chapter, find out how Amber gets lost in “no time flat” and what happens when a little old man tries to make a move on her.  

Mardi Gras In New Orleans, the conclusion.

I looked at the little old man, incredulous that he had just told the officer to arrest me.  I had no chance to say anything when I was taken by the arm, and led to the police car.

“Wait, I didn’t hurt that old man!  He was fresh with me, so I bopped him on the head is all!” I said in my own defense.

“Ma’am, I am not aware of the laws in the county you live in, but here, we don’t tolerate any kind of “bopping” or anything that harms another person.” The officer said as he opened the back door.

“I will not get in that car.  I didn’t DO anything wrong!” I said, as the officer pointed to the inside of the car.

The officer said “Miss, if you don’t step inside this car, I will be forced to put cuffs on you, would you like that?”

Shaking my head no, I stepped back, when the other officer came around the other side of the car.  Before I knew it, he had my purse, and the other officer turned me around, and had cuffs on my faster than I could draw a breath it seemed.  He turned me around, and glenlty pushing on my head, he made me sit in the car, then went around at sat next to me.  I refused to look at him.

As we pulled away from the curb, the little old man waved at me, and I would have given him a vulgar response had my hands not been behind my back. As I sat there, behind the plastic wall, I could not believe the bad luck I was having.  I wished we had never come to this damn city!  This is NOT how things were supposed to be.  To my shame, I started to quietly cry, as I realized that I was on the way to the police station, not knowing if they were going to arrest me. It was then that the cop started to talk, interrupting my thinking.

“Ma’am, I am sorry I had to force you to get into the car, but I couldn’t let you keep walking around.  I saw you over on another street, and could tell by your clothes you were not a lady of the evening, so I followed you here. I figured you must be lost the way you kept looking around everywhere.”  

“Then why did you put these damn cuffs on me!  Are you really going to arrest me? I asked.

“Well, arrest is a strong word, but I think we will just let you go this time with a warning.  I would suggest you not go around hitting people on the head.  You are lucky he didn’t hit you back.” Said the officer, who I then noticed his name tag said “D. Hanson.”

 This immediately made me think of Dan. He would be furious to find out I was at the police station.

“Will you please take me to my hotel?  I don’t want to go to the police station!” I said.

“Well Ma’am, we have to stop by there and switch vehicles, this one needs to be gassed up, and that’s where we were headed when we saw you on the street.” He said.

Now, if I had been looking out the widow next to me, I would have seen John and Kate who were walking on the street.  The car stopped at a light, and apparently, that was when Kate saw me, pointed her finger at John, but it was too late, the light had turned green and we were pulling away.

“John, that was Amber sitting in the back of that squad car!” said Kate

“Oh honey, I know you want to find Amber, but maybe that person just looked like her!”

Making John stop and look at her, Kate adamantly said “No, I would recognize that long black hair of hers anywhere!  That had to be her!”

And that is where they found me a half hour later.  They had caught up to John, and after some coaxing, convinced him to get in the taxi and ride with them to the police station, to see if it was  me Kate had seen.

I was sitting on the bench at the police station, rubbing my wrists, as officer Hanson had just taken the cuffs off me and was gone to get me a cup of coffee.  Kate called my name, and as I stood up, she threw her arms around me, hugging me and saying she saw me riding by in the cops car.  Dan moved in, and taking me in his arms, hugged me tightly,   holding me close, as John and Kate stood watching.  When Dan finally let me go, I saw tears in his eyes as he pulled back to talk to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“Girl, you just scared 20 years off my life!” He said. “Don’t you ever take off like this again, is that clear?” he said with a small shake.

“Yes, but Dan, I have never been so scared in my life, I got so lost and then it turned dark so quickly!” I said.

At that moment officer Hanson walked up.  Turning to talk to the officer, Dan soon had the story of what had happened.  I saw the muscle in his cheek twitch (never a good thing) when the officer told him about my clouting the old man on the head, and then it twitched again when he mentioned he had to put cuffs on me before I would get in the car. 

Turning to me, Dan said “I cannot believe you hit an old man on the head!  And to refuse to get into the car Amber?  I am ashamed of you!”

That was it.  I blew my top right then and there. All the emotions of being lost, and then mistaken by that old man of being a hussy, then put in a cop car, after having cuffs put on me, I just couldn’t believe Dan said that before he even asked me what had happened.

 Before I knew it, I had shouted out to Dan “WELL it’s not my fault that old geezer was perverted! You don’t care at all that he thought I was a hooker and propositioned me!  All you care about is that I didn’t get into the damn car, when I didn’t do anything!”

Dan’s eyes turned a dark  blue while I was saying all this, and I knew I was in trouble.  I backed up to stand next to Kate, but Dan just followed me, stalking me like I was his prey. Then he seemed to have an idea pop into his head, as he grasped me by the arm, and pulled me towards officer Hanson, who was still standing there.

“Sir, it seems my girlfriend and I need to have a talk.  I don’t suppose you have a room we could borrow for a few minutes?  I promise you, when we are done talking, you will see a whole different person!” Said Dan.

In my mind I was saying PLEASE PLEASE don’t have a room, but of course, why would things start to go my way at this point?

“Well, not really a private room, but I guess you can use the viewing room, where we put people who are identifying a possible suspect.  It’s not big, but it is available.” Said officer Hanson.

After Dan turned and told John and Kate that we would only be a minute, he turned to me, and said “Let’s go see if I can help you understand better how much I do care what happened to you tonight!”

Officer Hanson took us down to the viewing room,  as Dan basically dragging me, as he walked so quickly.  Officer Hanson stopped and opened a door, then said he would wait outside so no one would interrupt us.  Dan said thank you, and pushing me inside, he quickly sat on one of the chairs.  Reaching across the table he grabbed a ruler someone had left on the table next to a clipboard.

“How nice, this should do the just the right job” said Dan, as he turned his chair away from the table, then crooked that finger again, telling me to come to him.

My eyes grew wide, as Dan rarely used anything but his hand on my tush, which was still a little sore from the spanking prior to dinner.  Seeing him holding that ruler, which looked thicker than the ones I used in grade school, made me hesitate.

“Amber, If I have to stand up, and come get you, I swear you will not sit for a month!”

Dan said.

So I walked to him, and started to apologize.  He didn’t even respond, except to

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