I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, May 22, 2015

Fantasy Friday - Remember Your Cell Phone

All is well here. It's different having Mollie home but we have settled in and I think we're doing pretty well. She is going off with friends this weekend so we'll have a little time to ourself. And since I'm off Monday I'll even have a little time to write, I hope.

This Fantasy Friday is a repeat - but a special one. A good friend wrote this one for us back in 2013. Although may of you read her blog, A Place to Share, you may not know what a wonderful fiction writer she is. Terpsichore has been a friend for a long time. We haven't met in person yet, but it will happen some day. 

Today please enjoy... 



Remember Your Cell Phone

Hannah walked into the room frazzled and out of breath. There was an overwhelming hush followed by sighs of relief and she was smothered with hugs from her husband and their two friends, Marnie and Tom.
Ryan held her and then scolded a little more harshly than he intended, “Don’t you ever scare us like that again!”
“I’m so sorry,” Hannah apologized sincerely to everyone. She was trembling and on the verge of tears.
“Where were you? We were all worried,” her husband said a little more softly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I was running errands this afternoon and I thought I left with plenty of time but somehow got all turned around and became lost.” 
Hannah had never seen her husband angry at her before and felt her body quiver with remorse. He, knowing it was an honest mistake and sensing her genuine distress, accepted her apology and then held her in his arms and comforted her. 
“I’m sorry I yelled. I was just so scared. If anything ever happened to you--”
She stopped him mid-sentence and answered, “Nothing did happen and I am fine and I am really sorry I made you worry.”
“I know. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
She turned to Marnie and Tom who had kindly invited them for dinner and apologized, “I am sorry I made you worry, too. I hope I didn’t spoil dinner.”
“No, not at all,” said Marnie trying to soothe her friend. “I knew you were fine. I cooked while the boys went to search for you.”  
“You went to search for me?” Hannah asked looking to Ryan and Tom, again feeling guilty.
“I am pretty sure if we did not go and do something he would have rubbed a hole in our carpet from pacing back and forth so much,” Tom said chuckling, giving her a hug and then punching Ryan gently on the arm.
Ryan let a small smile show in response to his friend’s gesture, but was still not ready to laugh about the situation. Hannah gazed at her husband who was trying hard to contain his composure. He had not taken his eyes of her since she walked through the door and though he had accepted her apology, she could still feel the tension.
“I’m so so so sorry,” Hannah said again.
“Perhaps if I had a reliable way of reaching you, I wouldn’t have needed to go searching for you, and there would not have been a cause for all the worry. I tried calling you at least five times and every time it immediately went to voice mail.”
“Did I mention I am sorry?” she asked looking at her husband sweetly and giving him a kiss, breaking the tension between them.
Ryan let out a little laugh. “Yes, as a matter of fact you have.” He hadn’t realized he was still so upset and took a deep breath. Then he asked in a playfully chastising way, “I imagine you did not have your phone with you?” Clearly he had forgiven her, but had not forgotten the last hour and a half of searching and waiting anxiously for her return. He narrowed his eyes at her waiting for a response.”
 “Well, technically my phone was with me,” she nervously admitted.
“Hmmm. Was it charged?” He smiled at her raising his eyebrow.
“Probably not.”  She cast her eyes low having heard this many times before. She never could seem to remember her phone and when she did it was rarely charged and he was always teasing her about gluing it to her permanently.
“Next time, bring your phone with you, please, and make sure it is charged.”
“I will try to remember.”
“You are going to have to do better than that,” he reprimanded, taking her chin in his hand and looking into her eyes.
 “Ahhhh, she said she was sorry. Now kiss her and make up,” Tom nudged.
Ryan smiled with a twinkle in his eyes and joyfully complied. “Okay.”  And he took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, and for a moment they both forgot they had an audience. 
“Young love is so sweet,” Tom teased.  “Get a room.”
Ryan and Hannah stopped kissing, their faces still an inch apart, and they grinned from ear to ear still focused on each other. Hannah started to feel better about the whole situation.
“Leave them alone,” Marnie warned her husband. “Just because you have lost all sense of romance--”
“Just wait until they’ve been married as long as we have,” Tom retorted.
“They were married a year after us,” she reminded him.
“Yeah, well one year is a long time,” Tom said, moving away from his wife just in case she decided to retaliate. Marnie rolled her eyes at her husband who was forever joking around. But it was true that after ten years of marriage and two children Ryan and Hannah still sometimes acted like newlyweds.
Ryan gave Hannah another hug and said out loud, “I’m glad you are all right. I don’t know what I would do without you. Promise me you will be more careful.” 
“I will,” she promised.
“And if you go out on your own, you will always have your phone with you, charged and ready to use, yes?”
“I don’t forget on purpose.”
“I know, but I would feel much better if you remembered.” Then he whispered in her ear so only she could hear, “When we get home I am going to give you a spanking you are not going to forget – I am going to whip your beautiful behind to match the color your face is blushing right now and then maybe you will remember your phone.”
Hannah felt the warmth in her face rise and tried to hide her embarrassment. As she walked to sit down at the table Ryan gave her a friendly tap on her derriere, much to her horror and the smirk of their friends. He sat down right beside her at the end of the table. All throughout dinner, he reached under the table and tapped her thigh as a reminder of what she had awaiting her at home. She was certain she was blushing again as he gazed at her with his deep green eyes and smiled. Her pulse raced. In part she felt the excitement of anticipation. The other part of her was nervous as she had never seen her husband angry with her before and while his smile reassured her that it was all in play, his tone and the words he had whispered in her ear said otherwise. 
Tom and Marnie chatted, not paying attention to the private glances and silent conversation going on between Ryan and Hannah. Hannah sat quietly watching, laughing at appropriate times, and trying to listen, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Ryan gave her thigh a squeeze bringing her back. She realized her friend had asked a question. She quickly apologized for being distracted and asked Marnie to repeat the question and promptly answered. 
After dinner, they cleaned up together and were laughing about some silly story Tom was telling them that happened at work. The four of them had been friends for a long time; they were more like family. They were fortunate to live close by and that their children got along well. It had been a while since they had gotten together just the adults and they were enjoying sharing adult conversation together, though often the stories meandered back to their children and how they were doing.  Every time they got together, they could not help but to laugh about good times, old and new.
Only, Hannah was having a hard time focusing on the conversations. She saw Ryan cleaning a wooden spoon and watched as he subtly tapped it on his hand. She smiled quietly but inside she felt sick and her palms were sweaty. Marnie asked if she was all right and she politely answered she was fine. Hannah excused herself to the bathroom to try to pull herself together.  She started to feel emotions swelling inside of her that she could no longer contain. 
When she returned everyone had settled in the living room. Ryan approached her and asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she answered not making eye contact.
“You are not fine. You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m fine, really,” she said smiling trying to fool him into believing her and desperately trying to hold back the tears that wanted to start again.
Hannah thought she was hiding it well, but he could see right through her. He always could. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, catching a single tear. He looked to his friends and said, “Excuse us a moment,” as he took her hand and led her out the room and upstairs where they could talk in private. 
As they came into the hallway, she whispered, “Honey, we can’t just leave – it is rude. They will think something is really wrong.”
“Tom is like my brother. I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve known Marnie almost as long. They’ll survive being without us a moment and I am sure they will understand. Besides what they think does not matter. Right now it is important we talk.”  He pulled her into the spare bedroom reserved for guests and closed the door behind him.
“Please. This isn’t necessary. I am fine really. I just still feel badly about being so late and making everyone worry. Okay? Let’s go back. I don’t need to talk. I am fine.” She reached towards the door and Paul grabbed her hand and smacked her bottom hard.
“Ouch,” she shouted as she rubbed her behind.
“That was for lying. You are not fine and if you say it again I will take you over my knee right now.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried.
His face softened into a smile. “I know and I know you feel badly, but it is over and done with. Feeling guilty isn’t going to help. There is no need to keep punishing yourself.”
It was not “punishing herself” that she was worried about, but she was not prepared to share her concerns with her husband. Ryan let her cry and held her lovingly in his arms, kissing her head and whispering, “It’s going to be okay.”
After the tears started to subside he stepped back and lifted her chin and said, “Look at me.” She resisted but he persisted. “Talk to me. What’s going on? Is all of this simply because you feel badly? You apologized already and we all accepted your apology. We know it was an accident. Now what is really bothering you?”
“Are you still angry at me? I don’t like it when you are angry at me.”
“Ahh, is that what you are worried about?” He laughed. He never lost eye contact. He wiped the wetness from her cheeks with his hands as she sniffled. “Yes, I was angry with you, but only because I love you so much. When you were late I was worried something had happened to you. If anything ever happened to you my life would cease to exist. I am not angry anymore. He kissed her lips and tasted salty tears. This time, tears of relief. And, she smiled.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too,” he replied and gave her a kiss on the nose.
“So then you were just teasing when you…when you…well…when you whispered in my ear…”
Paul cocked his head to the side trying to hold back a smile. He knew his wife well. Sometimes she cared so much she worried incessantly and while he loved her sensitivity it sometimes drove him crazy. And yet, he did not intend on making this easy for her. So he listened to her nervous babble and then asked, “When I whispered what?” and he cracked a smile.
She let out a little giggle, realizing he was just giving her a hard time and her demeanor relaxed. “You know very well what,” she said shaking her head.
“I want to hear you say it.” He stared at her waiting for a response and she could see he was not going to budge.
She blushed. “Were you just teasing when you whispered to me that you were going to give me a spanking?” she rattled out in one swift blur of words.
“Oh, no I meant that,” he said trying to keep a straight face.
The look on her face changed back to worry. “But…”
“But what?”
“You said you weren’t angry anymore.”
“I’m not.”
“But then why…oh, nothing, never mind,” she said, her voice starting to change pitch.
Ryan could tell the tears might begin to fall again and he pulled her in close to him with his hands resting on her hips to let her know he was there for her.
“Tell me what you are thinking.”
“Nothing”
Ryan reached his hand around and gave her left cheek a smack. “You are a horrible liar.” He held her hands and asked her again to share her thoughts and reminded her he wanted the truth.
“I am thinking we should get back to our friends,” she said trying to break her hands free, to no avail.
“When we are done here. After you tell me what you are worrying about.”
Ryan wanted her to open up and thought she would feel more comfortable if she was not looking at him. He sat on the bed and then patted his lap for her to sit down. She stood looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and she complied sitting on his lap. It felt nice there, safe. She loved being in his arms. And he loved holding her in his.
“So, tell me what is going on in that very complicated mind of yours,” he said running his fingers through her hair.
“Well, it’s just that when you threatened to spank me, you were still angry at me and it sounded like punishment…well, you remember that we don’t do discipline right?” She closed her eyes, afraid to hear the answer.
“I would call it more of a promise than a threat. And I remember that you said I have control over ALL spankings. I get to decide when, why, and how. Isn’t that right?”
“Well, yes,” she replied slowly, remembering the time when she first shared her desire to be spanked and wanted him to be in charge and now wondered if she should have been more careful in her chosen words. She felt her stomach fill with butterflies as he reached over and kissed her on the head.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts…do you trust me?” He reached over and kissed her on her neck, giving her chills all the way down her spine and she smiled.
“Of course, with all my heart.”
“Good.” And he kissed her again.
“But is it a punishment?”
He guided her off his lap so they were both standing face to face. Looking into her eyes he said, “I will take care of you.”
“I know you will.”
“Good.” He kissed her tenderly. Then her neck on her favorite spot. “Are you still worried?”
“I…uh…” He continued to kiss her neck and she started to melt.
“Are you feeling a bit better?” he asked nibbling.
“Ah hah.”
“And you are not going to worry about this anymore, right?”
“Uh uh,” she said shaking her head as he continued to kiss her, his hands wandering.
“Good.”
“They will be wondering what we are up to.” She said trying to deter him.
“Let them wonder.” He smiled. His hand slid under her dress and found its way under the elastic of her lace panties, making her gasp. “Do you trust me now?” He continued to explore, finding that despite her worry, simply talking of spanking had already made her wet with desire.
“Ummm…we can’t…we have to go…”
“Shhhhhhh,” he whispered and kissed her long and hard to quiet her endless worrying and chatter.
“I think the idea of a spanking has you excited.” He said once their lips parted, “but in case there is still any last bit of nervousness, perhaps a small taste now will ease your worry. Turn around and lean over the bed.”
“No, not now!” she said horrified at the thought of being spanked in their best friends’ house with them downstairs.
He laughed. “Did you just say no to me?” he teased.
“Yes, I did,” she said teasing back. Any worry she had felt before vanished. Her only worry now was that their friends would be able to hear them.
“I won’t accept ‘No’ for an answer,” he said pulling her to the bed and laying her across his lap, “and for that, I am going to make you squirm.” He started to spank her as she cried “ouch” and pleaded with him to stop.
“What if they hear?”
“Then I suggest you don’t make any noise.”
She giggled as he continued to playfully spank her. He lifted her dress and slid her panties down slowly and flung them to the floor and then continued to spank her bare bottom. She reached her hand back and he held her hand pressed against her back. He spanked and caressed her and then took a moment to feel her wetness. Then as quick as he began he stopped. He helped her up and held her in his arms and then kissed her.
In reality, it had only been a few minutes but Hannah had become lost in the moment and almost didn’t hear him say, “Now we can go back to the party. As he started leading her to the door, what he said finally registered and she said, “Wait, I need to put my panties back on.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No. Leave them here. This way I know you will be thinking of me all night, and when we return home I am going to continue where I left off. Your bottom is not quite the color I desire yet. And then I am going to make love to the woman I love.” He pulled her close as he spoke, grasping her behind and giving a squeeze. She was both embarrassed and incredibly turned on at the idea of not wearing any panties.
“Well we can’t just leave them here.”
He picked her panties off the floor and hid them in a drawer.  “We’ll get them later.”
“What if we forget…what if they find it?”
“What if I take you over my knee again, only this time in front of our friends?”
Her face returned to a lovely pink, though she knew he never would, or would he?  “Okay, fine, you win,” she agreed.
“Always.” He smiled and she smiled back. As they headed out the door he gave her one last smack to remember.
~o~

Terps, you don't know how much I appreciate you sharing this story with us years ago. I have to tell you I'm ready for another one. I hope you'll do more writing out here. Whether you let me grab it for a Fantasy Friday or you post it on your own site, we want to read more of your work.  I hope others are willing to share with us too. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


Monday, May 18, 2015

Please remember this!

This is a very important post – I may be referring back to it often. I come to my blog fairly often to complain. I complain that TTWD doesn’t always live up to my expectation, so I have to make one things very clear.

I am not just happy,
I’d say I am extremely content with everything about my life
 at least 90% of the time!

Nick and I are healthy. We have two great kids and one fine son-in-law, they too are healthy and happy. We have jobs, our debt is not too great and our house, while small, suits us perfectly. Nick loves me, he takes care of me, he spoils me and he tries to understand me much of the time.

Ten percent of the time I’m annoyed and frustrated that TTWD hasn’t been exactly what I want it to be. Nick doesn’t understand all the thought, emotions and feelings that flow through my head. So sad that he can’t read my mind, but that’s the way it is.



So what I’m asking is that you take my complaints with a grain of salt. When I’m annoyed and frustrated, where can I turn but here? Do you think I can tell my friends at work? I need to come to all of you to voice my frustration. Who else will understand when I say my husband doesn’t spank me often enough, hard enough, or long enough. I tell anyone else and they would truly think I was crazy. But you all know exactly what I mean and you don’t mind commiserating with me and offering me advice.

So please keep coming and please don’t worry about me when I complain. Just let me complain and when you have helpful ideas please share them. But don’t ever doubt that Nick and will love one another along as we live.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Fantasy Friday - Anorexia

Beautiful Friday! I'm really happy that school will be over in thirty-two day, and that's counting weekends. I know I sounded bad in my last post, but I'm not really. And the really good news is that we have another new story this week. 

This story is from Bloom and you can read more about her and read here first story here. Real life has kept her pretty busy lately, but hopefully she'll have more time to write in the near future.  Please enjoy her newest story...




Anorexia 


I heard the front door open and I ran to kitchen. Washing an already washed plate to pretend that I ate the dinner already. 

"Amy!" My boyfriend called out, "I'm home!" He announced, maybe looking around for me. 

"I'm in here!" I called out to him. 
A while later he entered the kitchen. I dried my hands and raised my head as he leaned down to kiss me. 

"What is in that?" I asked ending our kiss and pointing towards the two boxes he had kept on counter. 

"Chinese take-out, your favourite." He smiled but it didn't quiet reach his eyes.

"Um, but I already had my dinner." I lied smoothly. Its not like I don't feel bad about not being honest to Aaron but my clothes are getting tight now. My stomach seems a little round and I just feel. . ugly.

"It’s not even seven." He said, staring in my eyes as if he knew something was up.
Maybe I was being paranoid. “So? I have been eating dinner early from about a week. What’s the big deal?" I ask. Hoping that my theory about being paranoid is correct.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked taking a step closer, his large figure intimidating my comparatively small one.

"Uh. Yeah. Why?" I answered after pondering for a few second whether I should confess or stick to my paranoid theory. 

He sighed and shook his head "What am I going to do with you Amy." 

I gulped. That was not a good sign.
"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you not being honest? Wasn't that our most important relationship rule?"

I decided to play dumb "What are you talking about?."
He surely couldn't know much. 
That’s when he took out my appetite suppressant's from his pocket.

"Explain this." He said, his voice calm.
It’s always calm before the storm.

"I-eh," I tried but finding it impossible, I hung my head "I'm sorry." 

"You thought I was oblivious to you skipping meal's?" He asked rhetorically. "Amy, I knew something was up the day you started acting weird. I kept asking you if everything was fine, you always said yes. You lied numerous times. You once again gave in to anorexia, after everything, how could you still do this?" 

Two tears fell down my eyes, I was too ashamed to look at him, much less answer him.

"You promised me after rehab that if anything goes wrong, you'll come to me. Didn't you?" He asked, this time he grasped my chin, lifting it up.

"Yes." I choked out.

"Amy , you know that I love you so much. Wasn't that pain enough for me when I had to see you puking blood? When I knew you were weak, fragile and there was nothing I could do?"

"I'm so sorry Aaron." I sobbed.

"That time was hell for me Amy. I felt as if my world was falling apart when the doctor said that you were in need of rehab program, when you left for England, I was scared of losing you, I wasn't sure how distance would affect our relation." He continued and by that time my sobs were louder than ever.

"Listen here Amy." He said softly, holding my hand, "Look at me."
I raised my eyes "I want you to calm down. This is a very serious matter and I won't just punish you for the wrong thing you did but also make sure that there won't be a repeat of this, and for that, we'll talk first, I want you to tell me everything, as to why you started skipping meals and all. Got it?"

I nodded my head "When will we have the… talk?"

"Tomorrow morning." He said hugging me.
"But you go to work and. ."
"Its Sunday." He said.


*****


Next morning I dressed into the pink shirt about which Aaron always commented that it looked cute on me, slipping panties on I decided not to wear pants. They'll be coming off later anyways.
I stepped inside kitchen where Aaron was setting plates on table. As he looked up, he smiled "Good morning."

"Good morning to you too. That looks tasty." I pointed to the pancakes and French toast he had made.

"Thank you." He said.
After the breakfast I saw Aaron looking at me. I knew he was observing if I ate enough. Then he smiled and I knew he was satisfied. I felt happy.

"Wait for me in the living room. I'll meet you there after doing the dishes." He said.
So much for being happy.
As promised, Aaron joined me on the couch where I was waiting for him.
"Let's get straight to point, shall we?" He began "Tell me since when are you skipping meal's and eating that appetite suppressant?"

"A week," I said.

"What made you do so? Don't tell me that you're clothes didn't fit you anymore or any of that shit. I know it’s more than that."

I sighed. There was no way getting out of it than being completely honest.
"A week back I went for shopping. I met David there; he was with his new girlfriend. He told me that I seemed to be going back to my old self, when kids use to bully me for being fat. He also said the reason he dumped me was 'cos I was not pretty enough. ."

Aaron placed a finger to my lips. "And you let your ex-boyfriend's words get to you?" He asked, disappointment lacing his voice.

"I- uh. ." I wasn't sure how to answer him. Rejection is definitely something big for a girl. And if David dumped me because I was ugly, what if Aaron did the same?

"Amy, he was the one who didn't see you for who you truly are. He doesn't know what you are capable of. He's just a jerk who uses women for pleasure. And besides, he is your past. I am your present. What he says shouldn't matter but what I do, should. And for me, you are perfect Amy."

"What if you left? I was always the girl who got bullied while you were on top of the popularity list. . "

"If my intentions weren't clear, why would I date you even after college ended? Why would I ask you to move in with me and above all, your parents trusted me with this. Don't you trust me too?" He asked.

"I do. I'm just ... scared."

"Don't be. I'll always be there for you."

"Thank you. I'm really sorry for all I did. I see your point now; I shouldn't have let David's word affect me. I'm ready to accept any punish you think I deserve."

"Now that's my girl." He said and kissed my forehead.
"Come here." He ordered. 

I gulped. I was acting strong but the spankings he gave were rare but severe.
I got up and positioned myself over his knee. It always made me feel like a naughty girl.
He pulled my shirt up, exposing my panties. He rubbed my bum and then raised his hand and brought it down, hard.
I whimpered. The first spank always was the one most surprising one. Then he kept on with his pace, alternating both cheeks and sending my bottom jiggling at his knee.
I was sure that my face was red and I was doing all I could not to cry out.

"Ow," I complained when he moved my panties up to hit me on my sit spots.
I began squirming. "Aaron please." I finally pleaded, hoping he'd strike my poor bum with less force.
He finally stopped. That was easy.
I made to get up but his hand pushed me back down.
"You really thought this was the end?" He asked rhetorically and peeled my panties off.
I clenched my cheeks feeling my face glow even more. 
Again he started punishing my bare cheeks. Soon I was kicking my feet and trying to move out of the smacks that kept raining down.
By the time he finished, my eyes were filled with tears and my hands were badly itching to rub the sting out of my surely red ass.
"I'm sorry," I said as he helped my get to my feet.

"I know you are and I need to make this lesson a one that you'll remember. In the corner. No rubbing and keep that shirt up."
I sniffled and went to put my nose in the corner. I hate feeling so exposed and childish. 
After some fifteen long minutes he told me to turn around.
I raised my eyes from the ground with fear evident in them. And I was right to be scared. He had the leather belt in his hand. That thing would surely mark me for a week. 
I just hope I'm able to sit again.

"Aaron please not the belt," I begged giving him my best puppy eyes.
His eyes softened but I knew he'd regain his posture and no matter what , spank me with that dreadful thing.

"You can't say you don't deserve it, can you?"

"No sir." I muttered, staring at my feet.

"Bend over the arm of sofa," He ordered. I took baby steps to sofa, eyeing the belt as if it was a snake.
When I was in the position, Aaron said "Now tell me why are you here with a bare bottom waiting to be punished?"

"I- I lied to you and I skipped meal's thinking it would make me pretty."

"And you allowed David's words get to your head, not to mention that you didn't bother telling me all that. I could've helped you."

"I'm sorry." I said, crying already.

He sighed, "Alright then."
The belt cracked on my bottom, making me cry out. 
"Push your bottom outwards." Aaron ordered.
As if it wasn't humiliating enough. I didn't argue though, he was the one with the belt in his hand. I couldn't possibly make it worse for me. Girls are always angelic when getting their bottom's punished.

"Owwww." I cried kicking my legs, my bottom dancing and trying to ease the pain.
"Ahh. Aaron! It hurts." I sobbed.

"It is supposed to hurt. I gave you so many chances to confess and get your way out of this but you let them all slip."
SMACK SMACK

"Ouch owie. I'm sorry."

"Now here's what'll happen." He paused to smack my bottom "We'll eat all meal's together. I'll spend my lunch break at home. You will go for therapy once every week and I will give you a maintenance spanking every Sunday for a month." 
I started crying even more. 
"Any objection?"

"Please... don't spank me every Sunday." I pleaded.

"It'll just be a hand spanking." He said and I realized he was no longer using the belt.

"They also hurt." I whined.

"Shouldn't they?" He teased, "Amy, your parents trusted me with your well being and I'll do everything to make sure I don't let them down. You are my responsibility and I won't let you beat yourself up over those people's opinion who are not even a part of your life."

"Thank you Aaron for putting up with me. I love you." I said getting up. He didn't instruct me to but I hope he won't be mad at me.

"I love you too sweetheart. Did I tell you how cute you look in this shirt?"

"Numerous times," I said and he laughed.

"Don't ever forget that you're beautiful." He said, his tone serious.

"Yes, sir." I smiled. "Can I rub."
He shook his head.
"Please?" I pouted.

"Come here." He pulled me towards him from my waist and kissed my bottom lip, rubbing my punished bottom.

"All forgiven?" I asked.

"All forgiven." He confirmed.

~o~

Bloom I thank you again for helping out with Fantasy Friday. I hope you have time for more and more writing in the future. If anyone else is out there writing I hope you'll share with us. Please send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

The way it is

I know some of you want to hear what’s going on here. But I’m torn with what to post right now. This is my on line diary so I write for me, but I really like people to come by to read so I write for you too. Having people come by and read and comment is how I’ve learned as much about myself as I have over the years.

I have learned enough about writing so that I could spin the actual facts in a couple of different ways. I could make this a happy, up beat post about what happened Friday before last. Nick, at my request, had asked me to begin keeping a list like Katie’s.  Nothing too major on it, I kept forgetting some file folders Nick asked me to bring home from school, leaving my dish out on the counter when the dishwasher was empty right beneath it. That Friday he spent a little time clearing the list. He didn’t spank long, but it was impressive and fun – I could feel it for a while.  I could elaborate here and that could be the whole post. But that wouldn’t be honest about what’s going on in my world.

Over this last week and a half he has had me put a few things on the list, actually nothing in the past week – maybe about eight days ago. But despite the fact we’ve had plenty of time and opportunity nothing else happened. And now Mollie is home indefinitely, so…

I try to tell myself, ‘stop being impatient, let Nick lead, let him chose the timing.’ Fine, okay – only it seems that his time line is to ignore anything to do with spanking until I completely withdraw or post something extremely whiny here. Then he might read and sends me some interesting emails, spanks a little, get my hopes up, then nothing.


We began nine years ago with a great bond fire that eventually settled into a nice pleasant backyard fire pit fire. Then more recently it’s burned down to embers and it seems to be cooling fast. When I complain Nick bends down and briefly blows on the on the embers and then lets them die until I complain again. I feel at times like just pouring a bucket of water on the whole things and being done with it. And by 'it' I mean the spanking part of our lives - our love for each other and and our marriage is completely solid. 



When it come to my desire/need/longing for spanking and the closeness that come when we're really 'into' it, I don’t know the best way to live – hope followed by disappoint followed by hope…

Or accepting that it was worth a try but it’s never going to happen.

I’m not going to belabor this. I’m not going to fuss and complain here (for a while). I’ll talk about other things, but I wanted you to know what’s going on here.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day Graduation

Yesterday we had a graduation party for Mollie and her roommates. We had it outside at the country house of one of the girl's grandparents. It's actually close to Nick's parents. Mollie was just a little worried that not many of her family would come - I don't know why she felt that way, everyone in the family loves her. As it turned out nearly everyone in the family came, twenty-four of us showed up. Everyone but LJ and Collin and one other cousin who lives out of state. It was a wonderful day, weather perfect, food fantastic - she was so happy and so was I.

I began this blog when Mollie was only thirteen years old. She was still in middle school. I've shared much of her growing up right here. And today, Mother's Day, she graduates from college. I can't began to tell you how I feel about today. Mollie is such a special person. I ran across this post a few weeks ago and decided to repost it today. I think it show what Mollie is really like - her maturity and her ability to grow and move froward while still holding on to what's important - family. 

This was first posted in 2009, and I called it 


Kangaroos Make Me Cry


A long, long time ago when Mollie was just a little thing she could never pass a gum ball machine/toy machine. When she was with her grandparents she never had to. All she had to do was say ‘Please, Granddaddy’ and she had a quarter in her hand. Once when she and my dad were out alone the quarter bought her a little kangaroo no more that ¾ of an inch high. She played with it that afternoon but before she left their house Granddaddy had a request.

He told her “Mollie, I sometimes have trouble finding my car in parking lots these days.” He was at the very beginning of his fight with Parkinson Disease and dementia, but we could already see some changes – having to look for his car was one of them. So he said to Mollie “If you would loan me your kangaroo I’ll stick him on my dash and then I’ll know it’s my car.”

Mollie doted on Granddaddy as much as he doted on her so she thought that was a fine idea and together they glue the little thing to the dash. Over the next few months he would tell Mollie that the kangaroo was very helpful in finding his car and he added “Sometimes he helps me find my way home.” Within a few years, however, dad had to give up driving. But when we took him out he would still find the car by looking for the kangaroo.

When Mollie was twelve Dad passed away. My niece bought his car. After the deal was made Mollie said, “I want the kangaroo back. I loaned that to Granddaddy but it’s mine.” No one, including me, paid much attention to her but she kept persisting. I finally told my sister, “When you get ready to trade that car, get that kangaroo out. Mollie insists it’s hers.”

A couple of years later, my niece got a new car. She told Mollie that she got the kangaroo for her but she couldn’t find at the moment. She was sure it and that it would turn up eventually. Knowing that basically meant it was gone for good Mollie was upset, but what are you going to do? As it turned out her cousin was just messing with her and that Christmas Mollie receiver the little toy back. She was thrilled but I figured that was the last time it would ever be seen. Mollie inherited all her house keeping skills from me. I figured once that little toy disappeared into the garbage dump she calls a room that was it. Gone forever.

I was wrong. A little over a year after she had it back in her hands I saw it. Mollie and I were headed to town for some shopping and she wanted to drive. As I slide into her car something caught my eye. There sat the little kangaroo, bleached completely white by the sun, glued to the dash of her car. She saw me looking at it and grinned, “Sometimes,” she said, “he helps me find my way home.”

Yep, kangaroos make me cry.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

I haven't been around too much. There seems to be much to do as Mollie nears graduation. Pictures, parties, shopping, hair appointments, and if she wants me around I'm delighted to be there! We're having a party for her and her two roommates Saturday and then Sunday is graduation - it's Mother's day too, but not what's on my mind at the moment. There is news about Nick and me - we're good, but more about that later. On a Cassie note, I am over at Megan Michael's today with another excerpt from Cassie's influence.


Today's Fantasy Friday story is from an old friend K. She isn't active in blogland these days that I know of, but who know maybe she'll get in touch again. I really enjoyed her story.

The Helpful Husband


Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.


So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots. 

Kit


Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that. 

Love you baby,


Joey

Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.

~o~

K thank you for this story. I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. K used to write  The Naughty Side of K, I haven't heard from K in years and I don't think that the blog has been updated since 2009. I hope some of you are writing, please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

New Friend

* I'm over at Natasha Knight's today, Wednesday, with another excerpt from Cassie's Influence.

I want to tell you about a new blog today – this isn’t my job, Ronnie has been kind enough to do this for us. But today I have a special connection. So allow me to introduce you to Kate and her blog Quietly Surrendering. But I have introduced her to you before. Kate was kind enough to write a Fantasy Friday story for us a short while ago. The story was Busted, you can go back and check it out here.

This is what I said about her in the introduction … prophetic?

At this time she wishes to be anonymous, but she did share that, “I have been married to my high school sweetheart for almost 20 years.  We have two kiddos and live in the West.” I’m hoping she really enjoyed writing this story and might just pop in again – shoot you know me, I’ll be trying to talk her into blogging before its over.

But I can’t take any credit for this one – it was her idea completely and I’m so happy she has taken the plunge. I hope you’ll go by and welcome Kate to the neighborhood.

After that I’m over at J.S. Maylee’s today with another excerpt from Cassie’s Influence. If you have time please come by there. It should be live around 9 AM.