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, August 26, 2016

Fantasy Friday - an excerpt from Cassie's Road Trip

This may not qualify as a Fantasy Friday. But I'm going to give you a little sample of the newest Cassie book, Cassie's Road Trip. I'm hoping this book could be out by next Tuesday and believe me I'll be letting you know as soon as I see it go live! 
Here's the blurb and then an excerpt.

There's a girl’s trip in the works. All the girls have planned and plotted for months. Everything must work out just right for them to be able to talk the guys into this trip. All is on track until Allie, of all people, lands in hot water. Cassie and Sue do their best to help her out and keep the hope of the trip alive too.

Behaving is always a struggle for Cassie. She does try but, unfortunately, there are situations–completely beyond her control, at least in her eyes, that keep landing her on the wrong side of Tom’s spanking hand. As Cassie continues to end up in trouble, there are some interesting new friends, maybe a little rougher than Tom would want her associating with, who want to help her too. . .

Ryan sounded so young as he asked, “What happened? Why won’t she talk to me?”
I hesitated, I certainly wasn’t going to give him the ins and outs, “Son she made some unwise choices and she’s embarrassed. And I’m sure she’s worried you’re going to be too hard on her.”
“I just want to talk to her. But you’re saying she thinks I’m going to spank her–right? What do you think, does she deserve a spanking?”
Good grief! That wasn’t a question for me to answer. I hesitated and then began stammering until Ryan finally said, “Okay Mom, that tells me what I need to know.”
“It does not!” I told him firmly. “You just talk to Allie and leave me out of it.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” he said frustrated, “but she won’t talk to me. You tell her I’m calling as soon as we get home and she better get on the phone. Sit on her if you have to Mom, but I’m talking to her.”
He gave the phone back to Tom and we said our goodnights. Allie came out as soon as I hung up, making me think she had been listening at the door. “He’s calling back in an hour and you are talking to him, do I make myself clear?” I told her sternly.
“I will. But should I tell him everything now or can it wait ‘till we get home?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, honey, I’ve often wondered if telling them before you see them gives them time to calm down or to stew about it and get madder. I don’t know, but I think I’d just go ahead and tell him everything tonight.”
“But Cassie it wasn’t really my fault.”
I sat staring at her quietly, amazed that she could say such a thing. Sue chuckled softly, “You sure she’s not your daughter?” she asked me.
I ignored Sue and asked Allie, “How was this not your fault?”


I'll let you know as soon as it comes out. Meanwhile, I need some of you all to try writing some Fantasy Friday stories. If you do send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

We're baaacck...

Home again, home again. We had a great time in Cancun. We floated in the gulf, lay in the shade on the beach, visited with family, ate and drank. I want to thank you all for some great advice before we left. You all pointed out that ‘all inclusive’ did not mean you have to eat and drink everything in sight! And you were right! It would probably have been even better if I’d taken that advice, but that’s not necessarily true. Gratefully, I’m still under the weight at which the dreaded cane comes out. And I’m going to be working on losing a little the rest of this week.

My view for most of the week. 

I wore my dress, I felt a little silly, but I wore it. I think the bride and groom were the most comfortable. He wore a white shirt, khaki shorts and went bare foot. She had on a lovely long white dress and was also barefoot. Nick was the wedding photographer and he got some great shots.

Monday was back to the real world. I headed off to school. The school had a breakfast buffet that would have been fine, but even though I looked hard, I couldn’t find the champagne to make the Mimosa – what the heck? Last week the champagne bucket was always right by the orange juice. I also explained to my dear partner Megan that it was time for my mid-afternoon strawberry margarita, but even though I said ‘por favor’ she did not trot off to get me one and bring it to me as I basked in a hammock. And she wonders why I want to retire.

Oh well, even thought the service isn’t as good as Mexico I still plan on enjoying the heck out of my last few months teaching. Because of the way we’re teamed I’ll have approximately 140 students this year. I guess that will keep me off the streets for a while.

There will be a brand new Cassie book out by the end of the month – much more about that very soon!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Fantasy Friday - "Spanking by Mail Order"

I promised you a brand new Fantasy Friday and here it is. We have LS at Luvspanking to thanks again this week. I loved the way this story is written - different and intense in it's own way. I hope you enjoy 

"Spanking by Mail Order"

Lucretia Sinclair was an old maid. At two and thirty, she was a confirmed spinster. Tired of her family's cruel rejoinders, she'd gone west seeking her manifest destiny. She found instead, the loss of her maidenhead and the serenity of over the knee.  
She alighted from the 3:45 from Denver. Stark landscape, muted pastels and strong earth shades all pummeled by the soaring turquoise sky. Waiting for her was Mrs. Parker, widowed some twenty years, swathed in black silk befitting her station as matriarch of Juniper Falls. Lucretia had responded to an advert by post seeking 'never married woman of quality desired for bride to wealthy gentleman'. The correspondence escalated rapidly, more so when the telegraph link was completed to Juniper Falls. Mrs. Parker set a stern example through her terse missives. Lucretia could hear the sniff in her words, the distaste of East Coast debutantes living off stolen largesse and western gold. Still, she came. Dressed in muted poplin, traveling days by train across the breadth of a dazzling country, Lucretia left her unexciting past behind.

Erect carriage, she stared into the distant future as Mrs. Parker perused her as carefully as any prized range horse. More so, because a horse could be put down, a woman of loose morals was more destructive than any ravening locust horde. Passing inspection, Lucretia lifted her satchel, porter behind with the rest of her worldly goods and followed in the tremendous wake of Mrs. Parker. Hats tipped, heads bowed, she parted the dusty and dung smeared street as if brandishing a cannon. Determined not to be cowed, Lucretia was nonetheless impressed by the display of personal power rivaling any Astor. Juniper Falls may have been small by eastern standards, but it was run not by the drunk sheriff or corrupt mine owners, but by a woman of a certain age with unsmiling countenance. In her letter home that night to her younger sister, Lucretia was hard pressed to explain the atmosphere in the town. The best she could say was:

It, the town sweet Margaret, seems placid and serene. Not bustling as New York, yet, an air of smugness all emanating from a short female form. No gentle sex I fear from Mrs. Parker. She wields a stern hand I am told, perhaps, dare I say, even harder than dear Papa. In closing my beloved, I have chosen to stay and face the future unafraid of my place, though it may be over a knee. You may write me at this address. Mrs. Parker is providing room and board in her mansion until I marry. Nothing on 5th Avenue I'm afraid, but passable. I am to meet the gentleman on the morrow so must now retire. Yours, Lucretia

With the sun, the house too rose. Lucretia was prompt for breakfast. The food was welcome after the long journey: the company marginally less so. Not for Mrs. Parker a mixed table. Only the finest ladies were ensconced in her home. The oldest was a dowager visiting from San Francisco with the youngest being her niece barely out of finishing school. A blue stocking would have felt right at home except... there was a sense of mystery, of hidden vices lurking behind the facade of propriety. Lucretia was polite when spoken to and kept her replies and curiosity firmly in check. Finishing her meal, requesting to be excused, she retired above stairs to complete her toilette and met Mrs. Parker in the parlor precisely at eight. She refrained from flinching when the taskmaster ran a clothes sweeper over her plain dress. Satisfied at last, she sallied forth, Lucretia bobbing dutifully one step behind.

High collar, purple cravat, and diamond stickpin did not catch her attention so much as the wide leather belt wrapped round his trim waist in deference to Western ideals. Mrs. Parker introduced them, until now, Lucretia had not known the name of her suitor. She curtsied to Mr. Mallory and he curtly bowed his head in response. The conversation was brief and fairly one-sided as, watched keenly by their chaperone, he dictated Sunday's schedule at the Methodist church three days hence, Lucretia limiting her responses to 'yes sir' and thank you'. 

As she rose to take her leave with Mrs. Parker, he courteously gestured for Lucretia to open an oak tallboy. Inside the door were a variety of straps and paddles hanging from gleaming brass hooks. As she fondled the heavy oiled and polished objects de correction, she barely heard his admonishment that her behavior would be monitored closely and subjected to regular discipline should she fail to meet his expectations. She blushed and demurely replied, as sudden heat arose in her nether regions, she'd do her best to please him. He roughly cleared his throat, the cravat suddenly as tight as his trousers as he gruffly instructed her to select a tool for her exclusive use. It was, he explained, her bridal gift and likely to see daily rigorous use. She was instructed to have it modified with an engraved silver plaque, her name in copperplate script, to be exchanged at the altar for his ring.

He raised her hand to his lips saying he had high standards for a wife and woe betide she who fell short. Far from being cowed, Lucretia boldly met his dark eyes as she curtsied deeply, tipping her bosom forward stating she was not some Eastern shrinking violet who shirked at hard work and harder discipline. Well read, less so in the amorous arts, Lucretia was not completely naive, yet no man had ever so dominated her emotions and mind as Mr. Mallory. She'd been informed in stark terms the fate of the late Mrs. Mallory and whatever gossip existed in Juniper Falls was yet to be revealed to her tender ears. Under Mrs. Parker's stern visage, Lucretia calmly passed the thick leather strap to the hulking blacksmith. As they watched, he pressed copper rivets through a rectangular silver plate across the breadth of the implement. Receiving it back with strict decorum, she cradled the strap tenderly as an infant and stately followed in Mrs. Parker's formidable wake to the jeweler, where the leather was reverently delivered for engraving.

Lucretia ignored the many curious stares and by evening Juniper Falls was buzzing with the news that a new Mrs. Mallory was to be married that Sunday after services. Many pitied her, had she known, Lucretia would have laughed until her stomach hurt. As the house settled for the evening, windows opened to the rapidly cooling dessert air she could hear steady slapping and Mrs. Parker's scolding tones as she sternly chastised her pleading niece. Lucretia expanded her lungs deeply, her white night wrap billowing in the freshening breeze and gave grateful thanks for her deliverance from a spinster's fate. Juniper Springs was truly a magical place and Sunday couldn't come soon enough.

LS thank you so much for your help with Fantasy Friday with your wonderful stories. It is much appreciated. I hope there are other thinking of writing too. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Checking in

I wanted to take a minute let you know how things are going here. The reunion was wonderful! There were about twenty-five here Saturday and Sunday and then about sixteen of us headed another cousin’s lake house. Such a beautiful house – it just has such a feeling of relaxation and and peace. Many of us were in the kitchen Tuesday morning, trying to be quiet, because my oldest cousin was still sleeping in the bedroom next door. Of course we did get loud on and off and when my cousin came out we apologized for waking her. I love her answer, she said, “There is nothing better to wake to than the sound of your family laughing and talking.”

I just love that we all get along so well. Not a fuss, not a cross word, how strange. I do have one cousin, well he’s married to my cousin, and according to Facebook we disagree on nearly everything. Certainly about politics! Yet we were able to spend four days together with neither of us feeling the need to discuss our differences.

Here's the view from our bedroom this year.

And this porch is my favorite place in the whole house. When Cassie and Sue are talking on the porch, this is where they are.

Mollie’s back from her trip out west. She had a great time and Monday she heads to New York City to visit LJ and Colin before coming to join us in Cancun. Nick and I are heading out Wednesday morning and we’ll have three full days to ourselves. Not too bad.

I had a little surprise just before we went to pick Mollie up at the airport. I was startled to see Nick come into the living room with Blondie’s paddle. What had I done? Well he told me. After doing great on my weight loss once I found out I had diabetes I’ve really let it slip some since I broke my foot way back in the spring. I was in a holding pattern, but I’ve going up just a little the past three weeks. The paddle was to get my attention before things got out of hand. I seriously appreciate it. I don’t want to start gaining and lose all my hard work. I know how some feel about spanking for gaining, but I know Nick well enough to embrace this. I know what I have to do to lose, I know what I’ve let slip in the past few months and I know how to change it. He knows I know that too. Now in another fifteen or twenty pounds it might be harder to lose and I know he’ll readjust then. Right now I have few excuses.

There is one scary threat he whipped out today. There is a number we have agreed I will not go above again in this life! I’m in full agreement, but I’m close. He says if I go over it the cane comes out. Okay, seriously, he has my attention. But… Cancun… it’s all inclusive. You can eat and drink all you want. It’s a vacation and I’m not going to deprive myself, but maybe, just maybe I won’t go crazy. I really hate that cane!

I plan to have a new Fantasy Friday story up for Friday and we’ll be back next Sunday. Monday I head back to school. But I’ll check in when we get back.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Choices, chapter 2

I'm back! We had a great family reunion and now I'm getting ready for my next trip. We'll be taking off again next week. So if I'm not around too much don't forget me - I'll be back.

Now, as promised the second chapter of the Fantasy Friday story we began last week. You can go back here to read the first part of this wonderful Patty Devlin story.


Chapter 2

“Jessie, I want to talk a little more about last night…” Jessie cut him off with a groan.

“I think we covered it all.” She snapped.

“I think so- but, I don’t think you realize how much our relationship means to me.” His sincere words made Jessie feel bad for snapping her eyes dropped to his chest again.

Gabe’s fingers came right back to her chin and lifted her face until their eyes met again.

“I’m serious Jess. You mean the world to me, but, sometimes you act like a spoiled brat. Last night was one of those times. And the problem is that what you did has the ability to tear us apart. That is what is making me act as firmly as I am. I want nothing to come in between us. I love you… Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I know it was wrong. That is why I said I’m sorry. I thought it was over.” Jessie felt unwanted moisture pooling in the corner of her eyes, and again she tried to look away.

“Look at me,” he demanded tenderly, brushing her tears away before they could fall. “I forgave you, and it is over, but I really want you to think about how serious it was and how it made me feel. I want you to stay home this week, and stay off the phone… I want you to be thinking about what you did.” His hands came to her shoulders as he felt her stiffen, his thumbs circled, rubbing tenderly.

“You are grounding me?” she demanded eyes blazing. “I don’t think so.” She tried to push away from him her anger flaring dangerously. When he held her tightly she clenched her teeth together and said through her teeth, “Let me go!”

“No, I am holding you and we are talking this through. You remember when we were talking about getting married… I told you, you wouldn’t like being married to me because I am so old-fashioned. You said you didn’t care, you loved me just the same.” A small smirk formed on his lips.

“You didn’t explain that you meant cave-man old-fashioned!” She tried again to get away from him. But he was too strong for her. This time when she turned her head from him he let her. He just pulled her tightly against his chest. He put his chin on the top of her head.

“Jessie, I love you but, I refuse to put up with a brat. You went against what I said about you going, you snuck out while I was gone, you stayed out and drove home at a dangerous time, you didn’t answer my calls and you smoked. I spanked you and I forgave you… I will not hold this against you unless you do it again. But, I don’t think spanking you was enough. It was a first for us and it has left you with some pretty mixed emotions and I want you to think about them.

I want you to stay home and think about them. If you abuse your right to drive by sneaking out to a place I don’t want you to go and stay out all night then I think you should lose the privilege of driving for a week.

I don’t want you on the phone talking to your sister and your girlfriends and being confused on what to tell them. They are undoubtedly still of the mindset that you should do whatever you want even though you have a husband at home. You said you were sorry you did it. I think you realize how it alienates us. I don’t want you to be confused by their comments or advice.

I want you to take this week to think about what our relationship truly means to you. And every time you think about going somewhere or calling someone you can be proud of yourself for making a decision to please me and put your marriage first… Do you understand me?”

Jessie took a while to respond. She was so confused. The whole time he was talking his fingers were raking up and down on her back. He knew that she loved it when he did this. And his voice was like liquid with that sweet loving tone. But he was basically grounding her like a child.

“Fine.” She said in a clipped voice launching herself off his lap before he had time to respond. She stomped into their room to find her purse. Her cell phone was still in there because she had forgotten to put it on the charger the night before. She grabbed her car keys as well and stomped back to the dining room. Gabe had just stood up and pushed in his chair. He turned to look when she came back in the room.

“Here,” she said grabbing his hand and shoving her phone and keys into them. “You better take these and hide them from me.”

“No,” he said firmly trying to put them back into her hands, but she kept her hands balled tight shaking her head. He finally put them on the buffet. Then he pulled Jessie into his arms again.

“Jessie, I am not taking them from you. You have a choice to make. I am not forcing you; you have to decide to obey me. I love you. I won’t force you. Every time you think about using them, you will have to decide to obey me instead. It is your choice.” He pushed her away softly so he could see her face. She had big puddles in her eyes again. He knew she was having a battle within herself and she needed time to think. He leaned toward her and kissed her lips softly. Then he turned and walked out the door with a quick I’ll see you at lunch.

Jessie spent the day in confusion and depression. She couldn’t make sense of her thoughts. She thought about getting on her laptop to write a little but she was afraid she would be tempted to instant message her friends. It didn’t occur to her that she was making a choice right then to obey Gabe. Later she was torn again when her friend called on the house phone. She wasn’t even one of the ones she had gone out with. She didn’t answer but wondered why her friend had texted her or called her cell. Then she remembered the battery was probably dead. She didn’t check it or plug it in; she left it right where Gabe had set it. It was probably a good thing it was turned off, so she wasn’t tempted each time it chimed she had a message.

Jessie couldn’t concentrate on any projects. Seeing that Gabe’s truck was gone she decided to go for a walk. She didn’t think that should count. She wasn’t leaving; she was just getting out of the house and getting some time to think. And it wasn’t like she was going to come upon any people.

When she got to her favorite path, the one they would ride horses on, she finally relaxed and her mind opened up. She didn’t feel so stressed anymore. She actually felt more at peace. The only thing that could be better is if she had ridden Sunny, her horse. But Gabe had forbid her to ride alone right at the beginning of their relationship. If only she had realized he was going to make it a habit of telling her what to do…

If only? What was she thinking? Would she take it all back if she could? Did she love him enough to put up with him, or to “obey” him? Zoey started thinking about the past.

She and Gabe had gone to the same church for years and years. Jessie didn’t actually know how long. She had been going there since she was born. Gabe’s mother lived with his sister in another state but would come and stay with Gabe every summer. When she was there she would ask Jessie to come out to the ranch and help her “spruce things” up. Last summer, Mrs. Hamilton was recovering from a knee surgery and had hired Jessie to come out daily to help with laundry, cooking, and errands.

So, Jessie had been around Gabe a lot more often. She still really didn’t know she was attracted to him. When she was around him and her stomach started doing flips she thought it was just because he was a man. An older man, he was thirty-six, to her twenty-three. But, when Mrs. Hamilton went back to live with Gabe’s sister in the fall Gabe had asked her to still come out a couple days a week. It all started, for the most part when he asked her to stay to eat with him one time. Or another time he asked her to watch a movie with him. Then he offered to teach her to ride a horse. It finally progressed to them calling each other a lot whenever she wasn’t there. Neither of them would call it a relationship, they had never even kissed.

But, Jessie knew she was in love with him. It didn’t matter to her what others thought. She didn’t care about the age difference in fact they often teased each other about it. She would call him a dinosaur and old-fashioned and he would call her a childish brat.

Ugg, was he thinking about spanking her even way back then? She thought he had called her childish to tease her about her size. She was small person at 5’1” and 102 and pounds. He knew that she hated that she always looked younger than she was. So, when they would disagree on something he would teasingly tell her to quit being such a child. She would be furious about it and smack his chest or arm, and that would start a wrestling match. Of course he was a huge brute and so he always pinned her anyway but she didn’t care she just loved having him wrapped around her. Besides, he never hurt her unless tickling her until her sides ached counted.

And when he said she wouldn’t like to be married to him she thought he was referencing his age. Because that is how they teased each other. Well she knew he was serious and so was she when she said she loved him he even though he was outdated.

She knew he was set in his ways… He liked her to be home and cook for him at meal times unless there was something going on and she let him know ahead of time. He liked her to make the bed every day. He didn’t want her to ride the horse without him. She knew all of that.

She never ever imagined that he would spank her! He was too sweet, how could he hurt her like that? And boy oh boy had it hurt. Well, there were times he had said “if you ever did that I’d have to spank you for it.” But she had always laughed it off. He was kidding right?

Well, there were those times when she was being sassy and he had swatted her backside too… But they were just teasing each other. He was just playing…

But, he had really spanked her and it had really hurt. This was for real. Last night in the shower, and after while she was curled up in his arms, for the few minutes she was awake, anyway… she had thought it was all just a mistake. She had been wrong and he had been angry and he had spanked her because he didn’t know how to deal with his anger. And she had been wrong in leaving the way she did. So, she thought the spanking was a freak- onetime thing. Until this morning…

He started talking all firm, about her not leaving or talking on the phone. Where was that coming from? That told her he was in control and had been. He talked about the spanking and the fact that he thought it wasn’t enough. She thought that at some point he would apologize for it. And that it was a onetime thing, that he wouldn’t do it again. And of course she never planned to make him that angry again anyway so what did it matter?

She thought about him bringing the fact up that she had asked him to marry her. Was he trying to say that she somehow knew and approved of him the way he is? Well she hadn’t known that he planned to spank her when she was practically begging him to marry her.

And now he was basically giving her time to think it all through, and make a choice. That is what he kept saying. Choose to “obey” him. As if!

Her thoughts kept zinging though her head in this manner all the time she couldn’t make heads or tails out of her thoughts. When he came in for lunch she was back to being depressed. It didn’t help that she was so tired she had a headache.

Just before he left to go back to work he told her,

“You may take a nap now.”

Jessie had to bite her tongue she wanted to tell him off so badly. She wanted to tell him that she had already decided to take a nap and she would do as she liked. He was out the door before she could think of an appropriate response. She resolved not to nap at all since he hadn’t really said she had to nap. And that way she wouldn’t be giving in to his “permission”. However she fell asleep on the couch right after dinner that evening. Gabe had woken her when he carried her to bed.

Gabe couldn’t believe what a firebrand his little woman was. She would fight him tooth and nail for the rest of his life he was sure. God, how he loved her and wanted to protect her. She could be so sweet and so giving too. And, the times when she completely surrendered to him his heart would melt. She was all his.

He carried her to bed wondering if she had taken a nap and was just still this tired or if she had refused to nap just to spite him. Now she was out cold and he wanted to make love to her. As he undressed her and covered her with the quilt he felt guilty about wanting to wake her with his brand of loving. He stripped his clothes off watching her curl up on her side.

When his rock hard cock sprang from his jeans he stroked it knowing he was going to wake her up. He climbed in the bed pulling the covers over his head. Instead of pulling Jessie into his arms he crawled down between her legs. She was so tired she easily rolled onto her back again and relaxed her legs open just the way he placed them. He didn’t want to take her in her sleep, he wanted to wake her up calling his name and begging him for more. He felt her wince and sigh when he cupped her bottom and lifted her “girly spot” to his mouth chuckling into her folds. He loved how shy and na├»ve she was. The first time she had called it that, it had taken everything he had not to laugh at her and have her close him off altogether.

He heard her moan as his tongue found that sensitive nub at the top of her slit. He flicked it back and forth until she started to wiggle in his hands. He delved down into her hole thrusting his tongue in and out as deeply as he could, all the while watching in her face in the moonlight shining through the window. Finally knowing what to do to get the response he wanted he gently settled her bottom back on the mattress. Releasing one of her small cheeks he brought his tongue back up to circle her clit while he found her opening again with his finger. He thrust it into her easily, she was already extremely wet.

“Ohhh…” Jessie cried out softly, but that wasn’t enough for him.

As he pulled his finger back the second time and added another to it and thrust it back in. She was so wet and so tight, he wanted to get in there and feel her squeezing down on his cock while she cried into his shoulder to help her. But he wouldn’t give in until she was begging him. He loved the way she clung to him while he teased her.

Just as he had plunged the second finger into her sweet spot her eyes came open and her hand came down to find the one of his still holding her bottom. She needed something to hold on to. Her hips rocketed with her need for more. She clasped his arm scratching him without meaning to. He knew what she wanted, but he loved to make her wait, to beg and she always did…

“Uuhhho! Oh god Please… Gabe…” she whimpered.

He pulled his hand away from her hip all the while still thrusting with his fingers. He brought his thumb up to her clit and rubbed it harder than he had with his tongue.

“ahh ahh ahh Help me… I need you… Ohh, you’re driving me crazeeee…”

He chuckled for the second time as her fingers found his hair and pulled his head back down to her “girly spot”. He moved both hands and just softly stroked her clit with his tongue. He knew this wasn’t what she wanted or needed. But she liked it, as confusing as it was to her.

“More, please… ohhh” she tried again to make sense of her cries.

He drew his head back stroking her inner thighs with his fingers watching her buck each time they came near her bikini line.

“Gabe! I need you….” She reached for his hand trying to put it back where she wanted the attention.

He chuckled and drew his body up over hers. He heard her happy sigh and drug out the motions as long as he could. He rested his cock at her entrance bracing himself to go slow. He drew back as she thrust her hips upward trying to fill herself up with him.

“Ah Ah Ah.” He teased shaking his head back and forth. He grabbed her hips so he could stop her from bucking, and eased in only an inch stretching her open. She was tight but he knew as wet as she was he could drive right into her. It took everything he had but he pulled back out.

“Gabe! Oh my god, don’t do this to me.”

“What?” he asked with laughter in his throat, pressing slowly into her again, only to pull right back after two inches again.

“I hate you…” she gripped his butt trying again to pull him into her.

“That’s not very nice, young lady.” He said with a smirk as he started to enter her again. She didn’t realize that each inch was more agonizing to him than it was to her. When he pulled back out again he said in a silky voice,

“Maybe you should try asking nicely for what you want.”

He pressed in again at his slowest speed to date. He ground his teeth trying not to groan out loud and slam into her.

“I can’t think…please… you- know- I- want- you.”

He wickedly pulled out again.

“Gabe! I need you… all of you… in me.” She was so frustrated she looked to be near tears. He decided to have mercy on her. His fingers squeezed into her hips pulling her open as wide as she could as he drove into her. He pulled her down on the mattress so she was between his knees, legs strewn over his hips he drove into her mercilessly. She cried out his name climaxing on the second stroke but he had just gotten started.


Patty, thank you again! You are a great writer and I thank you for sharing with us. Anyone else that is thinking of trying a story, we'd love to read it! Please send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Friday, August 05, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Choices

It's the big family reunion this weekend. House is nearly ready and family will be invading Saturday afternoon and they'll be here though Sunday afternoon. Not 24/7 but for much of it. But since I won't be around to visit here much I have a great story for you.

This story comes from one of the best writers out here, Patty Devlin! You can find Patty at her site - Patty Devlin and you can find all her books by looking at her Amazon Author page. I know you'll enjoy this story...


Chapter 1

Jessie tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. She was trying not to dwell on the fact that when she got home she and Gabe were most likely to have a fight. She looked down at the clock quickly and back up to the road. She had seen a few deer already and was careful to pay attention. It wasn’t uncommon for people to accidentally hit deer that ran across the road at the last minute. Why were there so many deer out at three in the morning anyway? For that matter why was she stupid enough to be out at this time?

Since they had been married only two short months, this was their first big argument. Jessie’s sister had wanted her to go out dancing, a girl’s night, with some of their friends. Gabe had said no that she was married now and didn’t need a girl’s night out. He wanted her to stay home with him.

Jessie’s sister Patty was also married and her husband didn’t care if she went out. So, what was Gabe’s hang up? Her friends had agreed, it shouldn’t be a big deal. She should still be able to hang out with her friends.

So, Jessie had left before he came in for the evening. That way he couldn’t argue with her about it again. She wasn’t trying to be sneaky- not really. She was just saving them from another fight about it when she had already made up her mind. She was going if for no other reason than to show him she would do what she wanted and he wouldn’t stop her.

But, now that the night was over and she had time to think about it, she was feeling a little guilty. She had missed him and she hadn’t even enjoyed herself most of the night. She kept thinking about him and whether or not they were going to fight about it when she got home. At one point, Patty had told her that she should’ve just stayed home, because her mood was putting a damper on everyone else’s fun. Jessie had danced, but couldn’t seem to get into it. And she hadn’t drunk anything besides Coke because she had to drive home. Now that it was too late to change a thing, she wished she would have just spent the night snuggled up with Gabe.

She took a deep breath as she turned on the signal and slowed the car to turn onto the road to the ranch. She contemplated having one last cigarette before she got home but nixed the idea quickly. Gabe hated it that she had smoked when they were dating. She had mostly quit, except when she was with Patty.

She wondered if he had stayed up waiting for her. She didn’t tell him when she would be home. Heck, she hadn’t told him anything. He wouldn’t talk about it at all when she had told him she wanted to go. She had tried a couple times, so when it came down to it this afternoon, she just left. She didn’t even leave a note. He would know where she had gone.

As she pulled into the drive she noticed the TV was on. He had waited up. She smiled to herself. He did love her. He must have cared and maybe even worried about her. She started to feel a bit guilty again, as she got out and walked to the front door.

Inside the mudroom she quickly slid her shoes off and sighed with relief. Her feet were sore from being on them all night. She walked quietly into the living room to say good night. She knew that he had to know she was home. Where they lived at the end of the road, nobody drove down their road unless they intended to. So he would have heard her pull up and come in. She decided to pretend nothing was the matter.

“Hi honey, I’m home.” she said quietly as she rounded the door way.

His expression was unreadable, as in - he didn’t look mad. He lifted his hand and motioned for her to come to him. She did as she was bid and naively walked toward him. Once within his reach he slid to the edge of the sofa and caught her hand fluidly pulling her down across his lap.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked out as the first crack sounded across her jean clad bottom. “Stop!” crack! “Ow!” crack! “Stop! You can’t do this.” Crack! “Owieee” crack!

“Stop it right now!” amidst the crack upon each word, she tried more firmly, lifting her torso to look behind her. She struggled against him trying to free herself to no avail. He had her firmly in hand. Literally. His left hand held her waist so that she couldn’t slide away and his right hand was wailing on her backside. Fire was engulfing her bottom like she couldn’t believe. And he wasn’t saying a word.

“You can’t do this… ow… stop!” He kept smacking. Her father had never been in her life, and her mother had never spanked her before. Gabe had made jokes about her needing to be spanked at times, but she had thought it was just that - a joke.

“I hate you Gabe Hamilton! When you let me go I’m gonna…” she had to shout to be heard above the cracking of his palm on her denim behind. She stopped short when he stopped mid-swing. Thank God, she thought as she tried to squirm away. She was quite surprised when she felt his hand move to her front where he was unfastening her pants.

“NO- no- no!” she said trying unsuccessfully to stop him. Cool air kissed her hot bottom as he drew her pants and panties down over her bum and down her legs.

Whap. Whap. Whap. He started all over. The pain was different: stingy. It was making her crazy: angry. She was yelling all kinds of things at him. She couldn’t take it, it was unbearable. She put her hand back to stop the relentless burning, but he just caught her hand at her waist and held it there. She was so angry she wanted to punch or kick him. Her legs were free… She started kicking her legs up trying to catch him or just put her feet in the way of his vicious swing, she didn’t care which. When he simply lifted his leg over hers effectively pinning her down. She gave in. She was completely at his mercy. She sobbed. And after a couple more swats he stopped at last.

“Jessie, you know why I am doing this, right?” he finally spoke in a quiet firm voice.

“Because you are a caveman… no a Neanderthal….A-Oh- Ow. Ow. Ow! No, stop please…” she started crying as he started smacking all over again.

“Are you ready to try again Jessie?” He stopped and rubbed her bottom, which surprisingly made it feel so much better. Jessie looked at the puddle of tears in front of her on the beige carpet and her mass of strawberry blonde curls hanging in it. She swiped her face on her left arm which was supporting her upper body. She considered not answering but, decided she should comply so that he would let her out of this detestable position.

“For going out when you said not too… I’m sor-ry Gabe… please let me up so we can talk about it.” She whimpered when he stopped rubbing her bottom. She realized quickly the heat was still there.

“That’s a good start.” He offered as he began smacking all over her rear and down the tops of her thighs. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Ow, owieeee… stop please, I said that I’m sooiireee.”

“This is for sneaking out while I was gone.” He finished a couple more right on the crease where her bottom met her legs. He paused then and Jessie thought he was done. But then he picked up right where he left off. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“This is for actually going, when I told you not too.” He peppered smacks all over her butt as if he had nothing better to do at the time. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“This is for smoking…” he made sure to cover the sensitive areas again. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Did you drink tonight Jessie?” he paused so that he could hear her answer.

“NO, no… I didn’t - I swear I didn’t.” she whimpered, praying he was done.

“You are lucky.” he said softly as he finally lifted her to his lap, rubbing her bottom softly as he wrapped his big arms around her.

Jessie accepted the comfort he was offering. She tucked her face into his shoulder and cried softly as he squeezed her closer to his massive chest. Her bare bottom was burning severely where he had settled it on his blue jeans. But, she didn’t care she was just thankful to be in his arms instead of over his knee.

Gabe started rubbing her back, brushing her hair out of her face and whispered.

“Shh, I love you. It’s done now.”

It took a couple minutes for Jessie to calm down enough to speak.

“Does this mean that now that I’m married to you I can’t do things with my friends?”

“Jessie, don’t be silly, you have already done girl things, think about it. You had lunch with your mom and Patty, and another time you went shopping with… I don’t remember who it was. But you know the difference. You can do those things. You do not need to stay out all night partying and dancing without me.”

Jessie started crying again. It hurt worse to hear his disappointment with her for what she had done. And his reasoning even made perfect sense.

“I’m s-so- sor-ry, Gabe. I don’t even know why I was set on going… It was stupid…. They were saying stuff about it being a girl’s night and I didn’t want to be left out… but I knew it would make you mad… I don’t know why I went anyway.”

“It is ok now, it’s over and done with, I forgive you.” He said against her forehead where he placed soft kisses as he spoke.

Jessie was exhausted and relieved, and wanted to fall asleep against his chest. She felt him stand and walk toward the bedroom; she thought he was going to carry her to bed. So, when he stopped short outside the master bath and slowly helped her to her feet she was confused, until she heard his crisp command.

“Go take a shower, you smell like cigarette smoke.”

“I’m tired, I don’t want to shower now it’s four-something in the morning.” She whined.

“Now.” He didn’t give an inch.

Jessie’s whole being sagged as she turned to the bathroom, somewhat afraid to disobey him. But, she still pouted and whined with her back toward him.

“I’m tired, this isn’t fair… especially since you sp-” she stopped short not wanting to say the word.

“You’re not getting in my bed smelling like cigarette smoke. And it is not my fault you stayed out this late.” He said in a voice that was somewhat new to Jessie.

As she was getting out of the shower a couple minutes later and toweling off, she couldn’t wait to get into bed. Not so much because she was so tired, but because she felt so vulnerable. She needed to be in his arms again and oddly enough, she wasn’t afraid of him.

She didn’t have to wait for, or ask for his embrace. As soon as she was under the quilt his arms snaked around her and pulled her close. She pressed her cheek against the warm skin of his chest and felt like she was home. Her eyes drifted closed only to pop back open in a flash as his hand went from caressing her back to cupping her sore buttocks. A small gasp escaped her lips but was shushed as he started again to rub her bottom more softly. She drifted off to sleep with her bottom firmly in his hands.

“Jessie…wake up, here is your coffee.” Jessie came awake as she felt the side of the bed dip. This was their normal routine; he would bring her coffee and rub her back. Then she would get up, shower, and make breakfast while he went out to do chores.

“I’m so tired… I can’t get up, I’m too tired.” She whined.

“I bet you are so am I. But, I still have to get up and feed the animals. You have to get up and feed me.” Gabe didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound as if he was going to give her an inch. She felt a cool draft as he pulled the covers off of her.

“I know… I will but, can I just have a little bit longer?” she remembered she was naked and rolled onto her back toward his side where she could reach the quilt and try to cover up. But, as soon as her bottom touched the sheet she winced, remembering the spanking he had given her. Her face instantly felt warm and she wished she could disappear. She quickly pulled his pillow over her face.

“It isn’t my fault you stayed out so late and are still tired. But, this is a ranch and everyone has to do their part to make it run. You asked me to marry you, remember? And you knew what living on a working ranch required. I’ll be back in five minutes and you had better be up, got it?”

Jessie groaned into her pillow but thankfully she felt the bed shift as he got up and walked out of the room. When he was gone she gave into the need to roll back onto her tummy. She shimmied to the edge of the bed and when her feet finally hit the floor and she was standing, she cautiously put her hands behind her to rub her butt.

Ouch! She couldn’t believe how much it still hurt. And he had to bring up the fact that she had asked him to marry her now of all times!

Now that she had time to think about it, she couldn’t believe he had actually spanked her. And why was she still there? If she was smart she would pack up her things and leave. But, she didn’t feel like it was abuse… She had been wrong. She had deserved it. And she didn’t want to leave him. She loved him.

She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when he came back to check on her. He came up behind her leaned in and kissed her temple.

“Good choice.” He said simply before he walked away again.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. She wanted to climb back in bed and say to hell with him. But, she knew that wasn’t fair. She normally loved to get up and cook for him and his friend who helped out on the ranch. Gabe loved her cooking and praised her and it felt so good to please him. They had a really good relationship. The loved each other. He would tease her sometimes and they would wrestle on the floor. They would usually end up making love where ever they were. And Gave was anything but a selfish lover. He would give her an embarrassing amount of orgasms before he ever got off. He seemed to take pride in the shameless way she acted during their lovemaking.

She let her thoughts come back to her day and her agenda. She made breakfast but when Gabe and Tyler sat down a while later Jessie was ready to disappear again. She didn’t want to look Gabe in the face and she couldn’t begin to sort her feelings out. So, she took the easy way out and headed out of the room after she had put the food on the table.

A few minutes later Gabe found her in the bedroom with her laptop in hand. She was trying to figure out where to sit and if she even dared trying to sit. She had put on a stretchy pair of leggings hoping they would be comfortable. But she was afraid nothing would actually feel ok right now.

“What are you doing? We are waiting for you.”

“I’m not hungry - I don’t want to eat.” She answered keeping her eyes averted.

“I don’t think so. Get your fanny out there and sit down. I am not playing these games.” Gabe didn’t give her a chance to respond he just took her hand and lead her back to the dining room.

Jessie didn’t get any more chance to consider sitting options either as her chair was pulled out and she was guided into it. Ouch! She restrained herself from popping right back out of it. Oh, how she wished she would have bought the seat cushions she had looked at the other day. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a small smile cross Gabe’s face and when she turned to look at him he just laughed and got all innocent looking. Jessie knew her face was red, it was so warm. She tried to sit still or to line up her shifting in her seat to when she was reaching for something or looking at something, but the fact of the matter was she couldn’t sit still.

When they were finally done with their breakfast and she was clearing the table Gabe asked Tyler to go on out and start emptying the trailer and he would be right out. Jessie’s face again started to feel warm as she wondered why he was staying behind.

When the door closed behind Tyler, and Jessie was back at the table reaching for his plate, Gabe caught her hand and pulled her to sit in his lap. Jessie tucked her face into his chest thankful that he couldn’t see her flaming cheeks from this angle.

“I love you Jessie, you know that right?” he asked softly against the top of her head.

She didn’t think she could talk and so just nodded. Her hands had found their way around his neck and she threaded her fingers through the short curls at the back of his head. She loved being in his lap like this and when his voice had that husky tone she just melted.

“Look at me Jess…” he said waiting for her response, when she didn’t move to do it on her own he took her chin in his fingers and turned her face to his. She tried to keep her eyes averted; she couldn’t explain the emotions she was feeling. But, her eyes darted back to his quickly, when she heard him say her name with his firm voice.

“Jessie Marie.”

Her emerald green eyes locked on his steel blue. Her attitude seemed to come back to her naturally.

“What?” she demanded in a saucy tone, jerking her head back so that his fingers fell from her jaw.

Thank you Patty!

Now don’t worry, there is a part two for you lucky readers, it'll be up next Friday!
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