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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Monday, October 20, 2014

Another good weekend

I’ve had a good weekend. It’s always fun having Mollie home. Mollie turned the grand old age of 22 and was thrilled with her gift of Apple TV – I don’t know what the heck it really is, but she liked it.

Of course having Mollie home Friday night changed our new Friday night ‘get together’.  But Nick didn’t let me down. Shortly after Mollie headed off with friends Saturday night Nick told me to go pick out what I wanted to use. Again I got Blondie’s paddle and also a small leather paddle that’s not too vicious.

All I can say is that Nick has gotten surprisingly good at this. He’s good at aiming for the sit-spot. So good that I still have sore spots as I write this Sunday evening. I see our Friday spanking as spankings for stress relief, reconnection, focus, and anything Nick thinks needs addressing. For the most part, I don’t think of it as leading to sex, at least most of the time. But with Mollie home for several days, we didn’t want to waste an opportunity and Nick was kind enough to kiss all the places he’d made sore.

And one other good thing about this week, even with Mollie around and a bit more cooking going on, I was able to lose another pound. I love movement in the right directions.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Help wanted, chapter 3

It's been a long week and I haven't felt like myself. I started feeling a little better yesterday and I hope that's going to continue. It's supposed to be a beautiful weekend.  Mollie's birthday is this weekend and she is home for fall break - but she won't be home every minute so I'm sure Nick and I will find a little time for ourselves.



Annie story continues, enjoy...




HELP WANTED
Chapter 3


Amy flew through her shower and had her makeup and hair done when the fax machine dinged. Her daily schedule, right on time. Grabbing it she scanned for the wardrobe choice then frowned. It called for linen slacks and a silk shirt for the morning work period. So, it was going to be business as usual. He just humored her to get her to leave. Deeply disappointed, Amy was pulling the uniform of the day out of the closet when the machine dinged again. Surprised, she ran to see what was so important that it took two pages in one day.



Amy, Please cancel previous orders.
We will be leaving the ship, a
 Bag will be packed for you.
Casual clothing will be fine.

Departure following breakfast.
RJ

Well, well, Mr. Control was changing the plans for the day. That came as a bigger surprise than his permission to dress herself. Giggling, Amy ran to the closet to find just the right thing.

*****

RJ watched in frank admiration as Amy coolly entered the solarium in a white sundress that showed off her tan. The neckline left little doubt that she was skipping foundation garments for the days outing. He found himself wondering if that extended to skipping panties as well. Acting as if it were a regular day Amy seated herself and served their normal breakfast of fruit and muffins. Knowing he disliked chatter she waited for him to tell her the plans for the day.

"We will be flying out as soon as the pilot is ready. I expect to be back tomorrow afternoon at the latest.  I feel it would be a mistake to muddy the waters of our contract. Therefore we will be taking a break. I am inviting you to join me for an evening on a quiet island, no obligations, just a chance to get to know one another. It is voluntary. Once we return to this ship, the contract will continue."

Reaching across the table to take her hand RJ gave her one more chance to back out.

"Will you please join me for a day of relaxing on the beach?"

"Why, I would love to Mr. Drake. Will anyone else be joining us?"

"No, the pilot will drop us and return at the arranged time. Unless you would prefer we bring a small staff. If you would be more comfortable it can be”

"No, no," she interrupted, "just us is perfect."

Sighing with relief, RJ asked to steward to let the pilot know they were ready. An hour later they were landing on a small island with not a soul in sight. A small cove sheltered a stunning white sand beach and a small boat was tied at the end of the dock. While they looked over the scenery the pilot ran ahead and returned shortly with a dune buggy. Enough boxes to feed 20 people joined the wheelchair and several overnight bags in the back. Once in the buggy RJ waved the pilot on and then hurried forward to avoid the rotor wash from the helicopter as it rose. A path led between the palm trees and opened to a portico in front of a small but lovely cottage. The sandy path gave way to a concrete driveway leading to the front door.

"This is no four star hotel." he cautioned. "We're on our own. I built this place after the accident. I needed a place to get away and fend for myself. I come here several times a year for peace and quiet."

Swinging the wheelchair out he made a smooth transfer and escorted her inside. It was a simple floor plan, the front half offering a kitchen and sitting area, the rear, a bedroom and bath. Each wall had large, floor to ceiling windows, cranked open to catch the breeze and doors opening to the covered patio that ran around the entire house. A sundeck extended off of the bedroom. Each area had cabinets built in low for easy access. Amy was enchanted with the simple elegance.

"It's beautiful! How can you stand to ever leave?"

"Too much of a good thing can render it ordinary. I come here to be alone, but I do have responsibilities and a business to run, I can't hide out forever."

Amy noted the completely masculine air to the d├ęcor, the place looked perfect for him, sleek, uncluttered and efficient, but totally gorgeous. On impulse, she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you for sharing this place with me."

"I've never brought anyone here before, but it seemed like the perfect place for us to get to know each other." Tipping her face to his, he kissed her deeply. "I want our time to be special for both of us." And I want to remember you here after you've moved on, he thought, kissing her again.

Scooping her up onto his lap, RJ wheeled them into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. He ached with wanting her but resolved to make this last, for both of them. He wanted their day off to be perfect for her, just holding her, feeling her arousal was close enough to perfect for him.

Amy felt like she was drowning. Whatever it was must be chemical, she mused, he was definitely not her usual type. Of course, falling for the pretty boys with no ambition was how she ended up on this trip in the first place. There was something so solid about him. Even if he was cold sometimes, she wondered if maybe he was just protecting himself. There must be hundreds of women chasing after a rich, good-looking guy like him. Sure, that was why she was here, no reason to hide from the hired help, she was safe and expendable.

Feeling her stiffen and withdraw, RJ knew it was too good to be true. She was just like the rest, dazzled by his money but he didn't have enough to overcome those stumps once they got a closer look.

"I am sorry; this is a mistake, Amy. We'll be leaving as soon as the pilot returns, I'll try to reach him before he gets to the ship."

"You bring me here, treat me like something you bought and paid for, and then get upset if I don't just roll over and spread my legs out of pure gratitude? You miserable bastard."

RJ didn't see it coming until it was too late. Her hand cracked against the side of his face snapping his head back and causing him to topple over. He rolled with the impact and caught her other hand, pulling her onto the bed and across his lap in one smooth motion. Furious at her for daring to slap him and himself for daring to hope she would be different, he blistered her bottom until she was sobbing, then left her there crying miserably.

After a few minutes his temper cooled and he was able to acknowledge her biggest offense had been getting inside of his defense. It wasn’t the first time he wanted something he couldn’t have, probably not the last either. Steeling himself for the big “just not meant to be” speech he returned to the bedroom to find her face down, red bottom wreathed with her gauzy dress, and sobbing as if her heart were broken. The sight of his handprint on the creamy skin of her thigh, as if he had marked her as his private property, caused a tightening in his groin. Determined to make up to her for losing his temper he sat next to her and began gently rubbing the sting out of her soft skin.

“Please, don’t pretend that you care about me, it only makes this worse. I have made a big enough fool of myself over you. All you had to do was say no. I hoped to make love with you, but I refuse to be a paid fuck.”

RJ was stunned. He thought it was his handicap that put her off.

“What are you talking about? You’re the one that got cold feet once you got a good look at me. And no one is talking about paying you to fuck, and I don’t expect to hear such language from you again. Things were fine and then you pulled away, looked at me like I was some kind of freak.”

“All I could think of was how you could have anyone you wanted, but you were here with me, because I’m just the hired help, so it doesn’t really count.”

Pulling her up to face him, RJ soothed her and wiped her tears.

“Listen to me; I am here because I want very much to make love to you, not because you work for me, but in spite of it. If you want to leave just say so, we’ll go back to the boat and pretend this never happened. If we stay here, I am going to do my best to make sure this is a night we both remember.”

Amy finally looked him in the eye, “I want to stay, if you do.”

“Let’s start over then.” Leaning forward he gently brushed her mouth with his lips, giving her every chance to set the pace. To his delight she returned his kiss with abandon, slipping her tongue deep in his mouth and melting against him. His hands clutching her hot bottom reminded her of how it felt to be over his lap and she moaned into his mouth.

“I am so sorry for losing my temper.”

Turning her onto her stomach he gently kissed the heated flesh until she was desperate for more. Lifting her to her knees he took in the sight of her, spread open to him, the scent of her arousal strong, her delicate folds framed by the still red bottom. Sliding his fingers inside her he traced his tongue over the swollen nub at her center until she dissolved in spasms. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath he pulled her back onto his lap and slid deep inside, pulling her dress over her head, he rocked them gently and pulled on her extended nipples.

“Oh, please, I want, oh,” Amy babbled with the sensation building.

“I know exactly what you want, but first you get what you need.”

Slowly, teasing and tantalizing, he played her body, drawing another shattering orgasm from her before he began lifting her, his arms under her thighs, holding her open and allowing him to slide deep inside. Knowing he could not hold back much longer he paced himself to her rhythm, and feeling her begin to shudder, lost himself in her sweetness.

They dozed in each other’s arms, a light breeze playing over their sweat slick bodies, until the setting sun brought a chill to the air.

“Thank you, Amy, for one of the most perfect afternoons of my life. I have been thinking about your mouth, swollen and soft from lovemaking, smiling just like you’re doing now.”

“Every time you punish me I hope you will hold me and kiss me afterwards. You make me feel so safe. I hate going to bed alone, wishing you were there.”

“Well I’m here now, and I’m starving. How about a picnic by moonlight?”

“You wait right here, I want my picnic in bed.”

Amy ran off to the kitchen and soon returned with a platter of sandwiches and fruit, and a bottle of chilled white wine. After much begging RJ relented and called to cancel the pick up flight. He was in no hurry to return to work, and even less hurry to go back to separate beds. A few days spent in bed with a beautiful woman was not a bad deal, especially one who was willing to get her fanny warmed first.

Amy just knew if she could keep him away from the yacht for a few days he would see that they could never go back to the way things were before. The thought of being sent off to bed, all alone, with a hot bottom, was too depressing.

He may not know it yet, but they were meant for each other, and she wasn’t going to give up until she made him admit it.


~o~


Now please don’t worry. There is more to come, and again my thanks to my anonymous friend and fantastic writer. Carye, an old friend, has sent some stories, but just because I have a few doesn’t let you off the hook – I always need more and I hope some of you are going to try a story and share it with the rest of us. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Spankings are one thing, but this hurt

I wasn’t sure I was going to write this, but here is where I sort out my emotions and this feeling hit hard and fast I didn’t even know it was there. I’ve said I worried about my weight because of health reasons, and that is the main reason. But evidently that’s not the only thing that’s bothering me.

Sunday night I went to our church to hear a singer.  Nick stayed home. This singer used to be a church member when I was a kid and although he’s about eight years older than me, he was my first crush. They moved away when I was ten and he came back with his wife and baby when I was sixteen. I still had a crush on him, and he flirted with me a bit then – I was a cutie as a teenager. 

They were gone again when I was eighteen. My crush had burned itself out. I’ve seen him a time or two since, but not in the past twenty years. I was looking forward to speaking to him at the dinner after the concert and seeing how his kid were doing, but that didn’t happen. Something hit me as I walked in – I felt fat and frumpy and ugly.  I wasn’t expecting it, it hit from nowhere. But it hit hard. Looking over at my first crush I could plainly see that he wasn’t exactly a stud anymore – he had white shaggy hair and a bit of a gut himself, but I wasn’t interested in what he looked like, I was too busy feeling bad about myself.

So I never went over to speak to him. I listened to him sing, and then I left without going to the dinner. I couldn’t decide which would be worse; that he wouldn’t remember me or that he would remember and see what a fat mess I’ve become.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Don’t be stupid after a spanking

See that title there? Sure could have used that advice Friday evening. Okay, I need to tell you about Friday. You know I’ve had this cold so I wasn’t feeling my best to say the least. I asked Nick to spank on Friday afternoon/evenings because he has Fridays off and I knew he might not be so tired. It’s the end of the workweek for me and I’m always happy that I have two days off school.

But on Fridays we have a wild card – Mollie. She is doing an interim in our town and often drops by for a quick visit before dashing back to college and more interesting companions. Last Friday, however, she wanted me to help with some six-point lesson plans she was working on for a college class. Teachers may recognize this foolishness of which I speak, but I don’t know any teacher that uses the six-point plan. I haven’t made one since my college days – it would be like writing down, in great detail, how I shower and brush my teeth each morning. I tried to help but mostly we were both just frustrated. The last time I was observed by our vice principal he found the following written in my plan book –

“I know what I’m doing – stay out of my plan book.”

Not a luxury Mollie will have as a first year teacher, but I love leaving them notes like that.

Anyway… by the time she left Nick and I decided to go out for dinner. Coming home we were both a little tired (he works hard on his day off) but being the sweet, good man he is he handed me a blindfold and told me to wait for him in the spare room. Again he let me keep my pants on for the first part – but he did spank pretty hard and he used the OCW pictured in my masthead. It’s leather, but hard leather and it hurts, seems to be one of his favorites though. I like its looks way better than its feel.

He then took down my pants and left me there for a bit – this is something else I asked for and it does help me concentrate. When he came back he had the large thin wooden paddle that has a wicked surface sting and he lit me up pretty well. For some reason he seemed to have paid way more attention to my right side than my left – unusual for Nick, he usually spreads thing around very evenly. I think he let me off a bit easy this week, because of the cold, but it was still a hard spanking. Nick commented it wasn’t hard enough because I still wasn’t very vocal, but that we’d work on that.

After I went back to the bedroom to change, and here is where I was STUPID!  I complained that the spanking hadn’t been even and he’d been much harder on the right side. I swear, you would have thought I'd thrown a lit firecracker at his feet!
He dashed to the closet saying, “Oh no, we can’t have that. I’ll fix that now.” And before I could get my bearing I was again bare assed over a bed as he wailed away with the thick leather strap with the holes in it determined to even things out. Damn! That was as hard as the whole first spanking – and I was definitely vocal! Nick seemed so pleased with himself for having corrected his mistake I nearly laughed. It was almost funny – but I’ll know better next time.

He made some lovely threats for next week too. I hope that they’ll work out. But Mollie’s birthday is next week as well as her fall break. We’re going to have to be creative, but I think we’ll be find the time for one another. He’s been wonderful and as soon as this cough releases me I’m going to show him my full appreciation.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Dispelling myths


I need to ask my mother’s forgiveness. Mom would be ninety-five now if she were still with me, and she definitely had her own ideas of how things worked, based on what she was taught growing up. She was firm in how she believed you got the common cold. You got a cold from running in and out of the house to play in the snow. You could catch cold from going outside in clod weather in your
bare feet and you would catch your death of cold if you went out in the cold with wet hair. I often remember her telling me, “I’m cold, put on your sweater.” I never understood how my putting on a sweater was going to keep her warm. In her book, being cold equaled catching a cold.


I being a modern, scientific daughter I tried my best to explain to her that viruses and viruses alone caused colds. She acknowledged that this was a possibility, but never gave up her original beliefs.

Now I finally realized that we were both wrong – it’s neither going out in the cold with wet hair nor viruses that cause me to catch a cold. What causes me to catch a cold is to make a firm commitment to a healthier lifestyle. Once I make the definite decision to exercise faithfully four to five days a week, once I commit to changing my diet and eating healthier and avoid soft drinks as much as possible, once these decisions are firm – a cold will grab me, slam me to the ground and begin kicking and stomping.

It certainly happened this time. Last Sunday it hit. Breathing is the only exercise I’ve managed and trust me the effort alone has been a full time job. Coming home from school I have just enough strength to make it to my chair and with my last reserve I manage to get my computer to my lap – riding the bike, walking, or playing on the wii has not been possible.

Food? I’m sick – I want comfort food. I do not view carrot sticks and salad as comfort food, I never will. I’ve really done okay on the food front. I haven’t been very hungry and I haven’t overeaten or gone over to junk food with one exception. My soft drinks, specifically Sundrop – I crave it like a crack addict craves that next hit. When I cough it hits suddenly and severely. It seems as thought I’m coughing up a lung and Sundrop is nearly the only thing that controls it. Water makes me cough more, but that burning hit of carbonated citrus – oh my, it cuts the cough off! My weight is up a little from last week. I’m not surprised considering I have at least five pounds of congestion in my head and chest.

I promised Nick and I’m promising all of you out here – the cold has only caused a postponement to my push toward healthier living. I know the cold will let go soon and I’m ready to jump on the healthy bandwagon.

Nick has been very sweet and understanding. He is getting over a cold and may have possibly contributed to my current state. But his sweetness and understanding goes only so far and in an email the other night he told me in no uncertain terms that the cold did not get me out of our ‘Friday covenant’ as he called it. Bless his heart, he’s right. The end he plans to work on is not affected by my cold and I am happy he realized that. I didn’t expect it to cure the cold, but knew I’d feel better.  I’ll tell you about that spanking tomorrow.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Help Wanted, ch 2


Happy Friday I have two things I would like for you to read today! I didn't realize the release date was so soon, but Donna Steele's newest book, The Melting: Book Two, The Progression is out today. I've read it and it continues the series wonderfully well. I hope you'll give it a try.



The second good read, of course, is today's Fantasy Friday. This is another continued story from Annie. I think that there are five chapters in all. I hope you enjoy…


                                              

                       
  
Help Want
 Chapter 2

Amy stretched slowly then ran to the mirror to inspect her backside. It was amazing that he could inflict that much pain and never leave a mark. A week into this odd arrangement she was convinced he was looking for reasons to punish her. When she accused him of setting her up for failure he simply laughed, then assured her that her contract did not require a reason, he could punish her for his own enjoyment if he wanted. Astonished that he would admit he spanked her for pleasure she called him several nasty names and found herself upended for an extra, mid-day session. Even more surprising was her own reaction. Not only did it hurt far more than she had expected, but she found herself wishing he would make a pass at her. Each time he pulled her across his lap she found herself wiggling, hoping to feel some sign of arousal on his part. Horny and irritable, she gave up on sleep and decided to make an early visit to the gym.

Slipping quietly into the gym to avoid disturbing the staff Amy was shocked to find RJ hard at work on the slant board. Clutching a large weight disc to his chest, eyes closed and wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts and headphones, he did not see or hear her entrance. Watching from the shadowed doorway she was surprised at what good shape he was in. A wide leather strap anchored his waist to the bench and his muscles rippled with each pull. Seeing him like this made her wonder how his ex-wife could say he was less than a whole man. Seeing him like this made her wonder why he didn’t respond to her teasing.

Just then RJ’s eyes opened, the unexpected sight of Amy in workout gear caused a telltale bulge of reaction under the thin shorts. Annoyed at his loss of control, he took it out on her.

“This is my private time, go back to your room and stay there until your scheduled time.”

“I don’t think so, we have some things to discuss and now is as good a time as any.”

Gathering her courage, Amy went to him, kneeled at his side, and softly touched her lips to his.

“I couldn’t sleep for thinking about you. Wondering why you aren’t attracted to me, why you would rather spank me than make love.”

“This is a business arrangement. Would you be happier were I to treat you as a whore?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Drake, I won’t bother you again. If I find you attractive it is my problem, not yours.”

“How many dollars does it take to make up for two good legs? Did you think a sympathy fuck was worth something to me? Maybe a bonus in it for you?”

His harsh tone and deliberate cruelty hurt worse than any spanking he had given. Tucking her chin to hide the sudden tears that threatened to spill she started to rise but found her wrists caught in a vise like grip.

“As long as you’re here I might as well get what I paid for.”

A touch of a button repositioned the bench so he was seated. Pulling her over his lap he started fast and hard bringing a sting to her bottom through the spandex that soon had her wiggling. Pausing just long enough to roll her shorts to her knees, she couldn’t catch her breath before he started again on her now bare flesh. None of his usual pauses, no comments about how red she was getting, just hard, non-stop punishment. Soon she was sobbing, limp with total surrender. He realized he had punished her for making him want to break his own rules, and he had done so more harshly than she deserved. Her bottom was a deep red, mottled with purple, swollen and tender looking, and his hand hurt. Wishing he could take it back he gently rubbed her tortured flesh and tried to find the words to apologize.

“It’s okay, I am sorry I lost my temper. Just catch your breath and everything will be all right.”

The change in his voice was more than she could stand; completely drained from the emotional roller coaster she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder. Babbling her promises to be good, to try harder, to be good enough that he would like here a little, to never try to kiss him again.

He stroked her back and soothed her until the worst was over, but the heat of her burning bottom pressing against his thin shorts tortured him as surely as his hand had her. When she turned her tear stained face up to him he did what he had been thinking of since the first time he had seen her soft full mouth. The salt of her tears mingled with the sweetness of her mouth; instead of fear or disgust she returned his passion. RJ was lost.

Long moments later, twined together, he came up for air, caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirrored wall and burst out laughing.

"We look like a couple of horny teenagers caught in the back seat of Daddy's sedan."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you do something you don't want to do." Amy started to rise, but he pulled back against him for another deep kiss.

"The problem was how much I wanted to, still do. I don't want you to feel like this is part of the package; you don't owe me anything but what is in our contract."

"This isn't about your damn contract! I find you interesting and attractive and I wish to get to know you better, this is NOT sympathy." Taking his hand she boldly slid it between her legs, the silk of her arousal was unmistakable.

"I surrender. But we're not kids, we have all of the time in the world, and this belt is cutting me in two. I'll grab a quick shower and meet you for breakfast in 30 minutes."

Smiling happily Amy tugged her tight shorts over her swollen bottom and headed for her room. She wanted to get ready for what promised to be a very interesting day.


To be continued…

I'll be back next week with Chapter 3 and I'm happy to report that an old friend has sent me a few more stories to share after this. Looks like FF will be around a while longer. You can sent your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thursday, October 09, 2014

TBT - Ode to a Repair Man

Throw back Thursday again today. Have any of you ever helped your HOH try to install an appliance or repair pipes or such? I have to do this occasionally and it is not one of my favorite activities. I wrote the nearly eight years ago and its as true today as it was then. Maybe you can relate.


‘Ode to a Repair Man’


or

How to help your HOH replace a dishwasher
while the pipes under the sink fall apart as he touches them.


Have you ever tried to help install or replace a dishwasher, or some other appliance? I have some tips:

Rule one – Shut up. He does not want your help verbally; he does not want your opinion, your suggestions or anything else from you that requires speech.

Stay close. This is not the time to sit at the computer and laugh your ass off at someone’s post, relax in front of the tube or chat on the phone to a friend. This is especially true if the phone conversation includes how long it is taking to get the appliance installed. (see rule one)

Other helpful hints would include learning the names of basic tools. If he asks for a wrench, he does not want the needle nose pliers. Do not ask “Well, can’t you just use that?” (see rule one)

Realize that 99% of his questions are rhetorical and do not require an answer. Questions like, “Where did I put the damn screw?” “Why is this piece of shit falling apart?” and “Who needs a fucking dishwasher in the first place?” should not be answered. (see rule one)

Try to keep the flash light shinning in the direction he is looking. If you stare longing back toward the computer the light will veer away from the correct spot. If he grabs it out of you hand, don’t say “Your head got in the way.”(see rule one)

Lastly but not least - all finger gestures must be done out of sight of the HOH and comments like ‘Bite me’ and ‘Kiss my ass’, while perfectly acceptable, must be said in you head, not muttered aloud. (see rule one)