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, April 18, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Secrets Unleashed, II

Friday finally got here - I survived, I am officially on Spring break for ten glorious days! I can't describe how wonderful it feels. 

I have no new story today but I do have a repeat of a story from one of my very favorite writers. This is an early story from Sunnygirl.  Sunny's book are fantastic and if you haven't read them all you are missing something. I'll have a link to her books at the end. As for this story, when I read it for the first time I couldn't help wondering how true this could be for many of us if we only knew. Please enjoy...

Secrets Unleashed

When she woke up she was surprised to see the sun was up and had been for a long time. She tried to remember what time it was when she went to bed because she didn’t usually sleep this late. She looked over and realized she was in bed by herself. Apparently, Rob was already up. She rolled over onto her back and squealed. Her bum hurt – then she remembered.

Yesterday had started off great. They had spent the day running errands and then stopped at their favorite little place by the water to have a couple of Mojitos and oysters. With the warm salty sea air, the reggae music and the breeze off the water you could almost imagine being on the deck of the ship. It was so relaxing. They were enjoying just being together. After fifteen years they were still like newlyweds. Karen was beginning to feel a little buzz from the rum. She told Rob that if she didn’t get something more to eat she would end up with a headache. Rob said they should just grab something to go and head on home because they were due at the Sullivan’s at 7:00 and they still had to unload the car and get ready. Karen agreed and off they went.

When they got home, Rob started unloading the car while Karen put the finishing touches on the appetizer tray they were taking over to Barb and Jay’s. She opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured herself a glass while she worked. Rob came in - saw the wine and mentioned to Karen that maybe she should go easy because she had been drinking rum all afternoon in the sun and they would likely be having drinks at the Sullivan’s before dinner.

Karen said she would be fine, not to worry. That turkey sandwich had done the trick. Rob said okay but if she acted up this evening she could expect to get her butt blistered when they got home. It was only a gathering with some of their friends but Jay had also invited a business associate of his and Rob wanted to make a good impression on him. There was a chance that John White would be interested in a business opportunity that with the right investors could be quite lucrative for Rob’s company. He asked Karen to be on her best behavior. She smiled and said again, she would be “the good little wifee”. Rob was still worried because when she had a couple of glasses of wine her feistiness showed its ugly head. He liked feisty, actually he loved feisty – but sometimes she went a little too far in public and it was embarrassing. Within their usual circle that was fine but he didn’t want her acting up in front of John White.

They arrived at the Sullivan’s and the party was already in full swing. Rob joined the guys out near the barbecue grill and Karen looked for Barb so she could see where she wanted the appetizer tray. Barb and two others from their group (Jill and Chris) were in the kitchen. Karen came right up to the girls and they stopped talking. “What’s going on in here that you all are being so hush hush”, said Karen. “Well,” said Chris, “when we were at the market today we overhead a conversation in the next aisle. We recognized Jan’s voice and realized Joe was lecturing Jan. “And, said Karen. Chris continued and said they overheard Joe telling Jan that she had better not have overspent her checkbook or she was going to end up over his knee again and this time he would be using his belt. Karen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She commented to the girls that they must have been mistaken. They said “no, that right afterward they ran into them and Jan was as red as a beet. She was sure that we heard their conversation and she was very embarrassed.” Just then they heard “Hello, where is everybody” It was Jan and Joe.

After greeting everyone in the kitchen, Joe wandered out to the grill area to join the others. The girls immediately all started talking at once. A sure sign they were embarrassed because they had been talking about Jan. Jan decided to just spill the beans. “I guess you heard Joe’s conversation with me this afternoon. Actually it was more of a lecture”. Red faced Jill admitted that yes they had and were just telling Karen about it. Well, it’s true said Jan. I get spanked and have been getting spanked since before we were married. Joe told me when we first started going out that he believed in spanking and I would be getting punished whenever I disobeyed. It was really often in the beginning but then when the kids came along it tapered off because there was no private time or place. But lately he has really begun stepping up and to be truthful I really do notice a difference in our relationship. Barb, Chris and Karen listened quietly and didn’t say anything.

Jill was flabbergasted and said she couldn’t believe Jan would put up with that kind of abuse. Jan explained it wasn’t abuse- it was just spanking. “How long have you known me?” said Jan. “Have you ever seen any bruises?” Jill said no but she was still surprised and looking at Chris and Karen asking why they weren’t trying to talk some sense into Jan. Karen got flustered and quietly admitted that Rob spanks her too. He had been spanking her since the first time she really embarrassed them when she pulled that prank on their nosy neighbors. Chris then admitted that just recently she had received her first ultimatum that she could expect to be spanked if she got one more parking ticket. Jill couldn’t believe that her friends had kept quiet about this for all those years. She didn’t think there were any secrets they kept from each other. Well, Karen said it’s not something I like to brag about. It’s embarrassing that I get put over my husband’s knee and spanked. I thought I was through with that when I grew up.” Barb said enough about this, I have to process this unbelievable conversation. “I need a glass of wine, anybody ready to join me?” They all said yes and joined the crowd outside.

The evening was going great. Everyone was having a good time, joking and laughing. Rob was able to get an appointment with John White for later in the week. After desert, someone suggested they play charades. They split up into teams with the girls against the guys. So when it was Rob’s turn, Karen kept interrupting. Rob raised his eyebrow at her and she ignored it. She started making fun of his efforts to act out his challenge, getting quite loud in the process. He looked at her again and gave her one of those looks. She just kept on teasing him. John White said that Karen was just getting worried that the guys were going to win. She spun around and told John White to mind his own business. The girls’ team was going to win because they were the superior players. John White told Karen it was just a game and to just relax. With that, she flung a handful of peanuts at him and told him she was relaxed and when he got to know her better he would realize that. John White said he thought they should quit now and that Karen was going to have a heckuva headache in the morning. Rob who was so embarrassed he could hardly see straight and thought that wasn’t the only thing that was going to hurt in the morning.

Karen knew she had gone too far. She was a very competitive person and alcohol fueled that fire which was why Rob had asked her to go easy. She apologized to John White and he sloughed it off saying not to worry, he hadn’t taken anything to heart. She thanked him for being so forgiving and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Rob witnessed this scene and when Karen moved away, Rob apologized to John White for Karen’s behavior. John said not to concern himself about it. He was married too and knew that sometimes things just got out of hand. Rob was thinking that his hand was going to blister her behind when he got her home. As a matter of fact, he thought he might be using the wooden spoon they had purchased on their trip to Amish country tonight. She had it coming.

The party started to break up shortly after this outbreak and Barb whispered to Karen that she thought she was in for it tonight. Karen was worried too and it showed on her face. Jan passed her a look that said she was glad she wasn’t in her shoes.

On the way home, Rob never said a word to Karen. When they got in the house he told her to go to their room, undress and go stand in the corner.

“But Rob, I hate standing in the corner.”

“Karen, right about now I wouldn’t be making things any worse than they already are. Go stand in that corner and I will deal with you when I calm down. NOW GO.”

Karen did as she was told. It seemed like she had been standing there for hours (more like 15 minutes) when Rob told her to join him on the bed. Karen turned around and saw the wooden spoon on the bed. Now she was really worried. She knew she was in for a long hard spanking. He started lecturing her and how he had warned her to be on her best behavior tonight. She was sobbing before he even laid the first slap to her behind. His hand came down hard again and again. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he stopped and told her to go stand in the corner. She whimpered as she walked across the room. He left the room for a few minutes and when he came back in she looked so contrite standing in the corner, her whole body was literally shaking. He almost gave in and thought maybe she had enough. Then he remembered how he had expressly warned her to behave in front of John White and how she deliberately disregarded the warning looks he had given her.

He called her over to him and told her to get across his lap. She begged him to please not do this; she was so very sorry and promised not to disobey him again. “I promise I will never drink wine again”. He was grinning on the inside but kept his steely resolve. He said she was going to get twenty licks and maybe the next time she would heed his warnings. He picked up the wooden spoon and delivered the worst spanking he had ever given her. Her butt was almost purple in places and she would be sitting gingerly for the next few days. She continued to lie there sobbing long after he had landed the last spank. He helped her up and held her on his lap, arranging her so that he bum wasn’t touching anything, rubbing her back, stroking her hair and telling her he was sorry he had to punish her so severely. They sat like that for a while and then he picked her up and placed her on her tummy in bed.

That was the last thing she remembered until just now when she rolled over onto her back. She got up to go into the bathroom and caught sight of her backside. No wonder she was so sore. There was still a pinkish tint and there were places that she knew were going to be bruised for days.

She very carefully put on sweatpants because she knew it would be just too painful for jeans and a tee shirt and went downstairs. Rob was in the kitchen just fixing her a glass of orange juice. He handed it to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked her how she was. “You really spanked me hard – I am going to be bruised.” “Yes”, he said. “I did – you had it coming. But it’s over now. Let’s just forget it and go on and have a nice day.” He was all about forgiveness. He was so sweet and caring; Karen couldn’t help but give him a hug and kiss.

Just then the phone rang and Rob picked up. After saying thank you to Barb and apologizing for Karen’s tantrum saying “you know your friend when she’s had too much wine”, he handed the phone to Karen.

“Well, Barb said, are you able to sit down today.”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t tried it yet but he really laid it on last night. I am going to be a very good girl for a long time. I don’t ever want another spanking like that.”

“That’s what I figured” said Barb. “Listen, Jill called me this morning and she would like all of us to get together and talk about the conversation we had in the kitchen last night. Do you think you would be up for that?”

“Yes, but not today, maybe later in the week.”

“Okay. I’ll let the others know and we’ll see if everybody is free on Thursday”. “Do you have a preference for lunch or after work”?

“I think after work and let’s pick a noisy place. I don’t want everybody in the world eavesdropping on what’s bound to be a very interesting conversation.”

Barb laughed and said you got that right and hung up.


Karen slipped into the booth... Up until Wednesday morning she winced each time she had to sit down.  Rob actually giggled when he saw her cringe when they met for lunch on Tuesday. He didn’t do it on purpose but Karen accused him of being mean making her sit on the wooden picnic tables at Bob’s Barbecue. Today really was the first day since that horrible spanking that she could sit comfortably.

Barb and Chris were already there and on their first glass of wine. Karen ordered a ginger ale and both girls teased her about being a teetotaler.

“You laugh, but my ass was destroyed by wine and I’m not ready to forget that yet.”

Jill and Jan soon joined them and they began their usual ritual of talking about kids, husbands, work and the myriad other things that take up their days. Finally, Jill said it was time to talk about why they were meeting. She said that she had some time to process the revelations of Chris, Jan and Karen. She had used the time to research the subject and found that lots of couples chose a Domestic Discipline lifestyle to enhance their marriage.

Karen said that she and Rob didn’t really practice DD as Jill described it. She just got spanked when she stepped over the line. Rob was really patient with her and hated to punish her but there were times that even she knew she was out of control. Her competitiveness and smart mouth were usually the cause of her punishments. Alcohol really affected her quickly and after one or two glasses of wine any filters were gone with the wind.

Jan reiterated what she told the girls the other night. - That she knew going into her marriage with Joe that she would be disciplined when she disobeyed him. He actually spanked her on their third date because she refused to apologize to him when she told him that he was being a jackass when he told her her skirt was just too short. She knew then and there she had to make a decision. She also knew that she was already in love with him so it didn’t take long for her to decide that she would just have to learn to behave or there would be consequences.

Chris said that her husband hadn’t actually ever spanked her – but he had threatened and the most serious threat had come with the last parking ticket. She had accumulated over ten tickets which were bad enough but then she just ignored them until a warrant for her arrest was issued. That’s when Steve went ballistic. She thought she was toast right then and there but luckily for her they had visiting guests so there was a privacy issue. Steve told her though she had her last reprieve and she would find herself bottoms up the next time she got a ticket. What Chris was afraid of was that once he spanked her it would set a precedent and she could expect to find herself getting spanked again and again.

Up until now Barb remained the silent one in this group. She cleared her throat and confessed. She too had been spanked. It was actually at her request. She said that a couple of years ago she and Bob had been going through a real rough patch and they had actually discussed divorce. They started counseling and it helped but for some reason they both stopped going. Then Barb remembered that years ago she had come home early from school and heard her mother being lectured by her dad. Then she could hear a cracking sound and her mother pleading with her dad to please stop – she would not do it again. She went in her room and turned on her stereo real loud. It wasn’t until years later that she realized her dad had been spanking her mother. Her parents seemed to be happy and her mother wasn’t afraid of her dad. She stood toe to toe with him many a time.

When she and Jay were have difficulty she asked her mother to lunch and very casually tried broaching the subject. Her mother colored from her neck up and said “I figured you probably heard us that day. I told your father that we were taking a chance on one of you coming home from school. Yes, your dad spanked me from time to time, still does actually except that now it’s more for other things and her face once again was flushed with pink. I think he learned that no amount of spanking was going to stop the sass and I was always going to do what I thought was right at the time. But it did help, I stopped to think about things before I ran headstrong into situations that I knew he would not like. So that evening I gathered up the courage and actually approached Jay with the idea. He wasn’t too keen on the idea because he was taught never to hit a woman and he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to follow through. After much discussion and a little delve into family history, he agreed to give it a try.

With a smile she said “It worked. We’re still together and get along better than ever.”

Jill was astounded. Of her four friends she was the only one who was not being spanked, well three for sure and one pending. She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to know how they could keep this secret for so long. Karen admitted that Barb knew she got spanked but she didn’t know about Jan or Chris. Chris admitted that she knew that Joe spanked Jan because he mentioned to Chris’ husband that sometimes he just had to put his foot down and a couple of good swats made Jan listen to reason. Well, now that they were all “outted” Jill wanted to know everything. On line she had read that there were also sorts of punishments, much like those meted out to naughty children and she could believe these four strong women would succumb to those childish punishments.

Karen said she usually got corner time for a serious punishment. She hated it but Rob did it usually to calm down before he started spanking her. Sometimes, he would give her a break in the middle of the spanking so she could calm down before the spanking continued. After all, he didn’t want to break her spirit just teach her a lesson.

Barb said it was usually a warning look or statement and if she ignored those it was an immediate order to go to the bedroom and he would meet her there. When she heard those words she knew she was in for a spanking. That was the only discipline method Jay used. His only thing was they were bare bottom and an implement was used if he deemed it necessary.

Jan said that because their children were still around, her discipline session usually involved meeting in the garage or their big walk in closet. It was immediately, if possible, but if not it was always before the day ended. Sometimes, she was told to meet him in the bathroom and he would use pepper cream on her butt. She hated that because it stung so. Sometimes he also made her wear a butt plug until he could spank her. She hated that too – it was so uncomfortable and a constant reminder of what was about to come.

Jill’s next question was did they ever have sex after spankings. Karen and Barb said the sex after a spanking was some of the best they had. They didn’t understand it and didn’t care but sometimes it was worth the spanking just for the sex. Barb said that not all of her spankings were punishment. She and Jay used it as foreplay. Those were the fun erotic spankings.

Both Jan and Karen chimed in on this. They loved those playful spankings. The mixture of pain and pleasure was so sensual. Karen said you had to experience it to believe the eroticism.

Well, Chris said, if the sex is that good afterward, I just might not mind getting another parking ticket.

They laughed and talked some more and decided to call it an evening. Jill said they might just have to meet more often to talk about their ss life. “SS life” Chris chimed in. “Yes”, said Jill, “spanking and sex. We could call ourselves the SS society”. Jill walked out the door and on the drive home was trying to figure out a way to get her husband to spank her. She wanted more than anything to be a fully fledged member of that club.


What do you think folks? Just how large is our club? Well we may never have an exact number, but I bet it's way bigger than any of us ever imagined. Thank you so much Sunnygirl! You can go here  to read more of Sunny's stories or find her books which can also be bought at Amazon, under the name Leigh Smith.

I have no doubt you enjoyed this rerun, but I am still looking for new stories as always. For those of you who have said 'I'd like to write a story, but I just couldn't.' You know I bet you can. Just write down that fantasy you've had all your life. No one will see you, know one will even know it was you. Just give it a try. Send any stories you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thursday, April 17, 2014

My New Baby

I want to show off my new baby! Here she is:

Cassie on the Move

Cassie’s on the move and loving life. Through paint ball game in the woods and water park adventure she’s gets to know her new neighbors as the new house is renovated.  

Cassie is traveling too; from trips with just the girls, to conventions, vacations, and cruises with Tom and friends, she's always ready for the next adventure. But when Cassie begins having dizzy spells Tom thinks a slower pace is in order. Getting Cassie to slow down and take care of herself proves to be quite a challenge. A challenge Tom is more than determined to take on.

This is my favorite book so far, but then, I hope I can say that about every book I write. I've always like Cassie's stories, but I feel I'm learning more of the craft of writing - with the help of wonderful, patient editors. I hope all of you will like this one as much as I do. I don't have the exact release date, but it will be in May.

Two more things - first, there is a new story beginning at Cassie's Space today. And, second, I'll be showing off this cover over at the Reading Room on Friday. I wanted to debut the cover and blurb here. I know I have readers that read both places, but my readers here have supported me here for many years and I wanted you all to see it first. Just a warning so you won't be  bored by a re-run there.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Life keeps getting better

I’m so lucky. I know some women get to this stage of life and fall into depression.  Their children gone and living away from home.  Often it’s near the end of their career. Sometimes they find themselves alone with their husband and can’t remember why they married in the first place. But that hasn’t happened to me.

My children are grown, but they are doing great. LJ married and self supporting – a wonderful thing to say for a grown child. Mollie has one more year in college and it still delighted with her career choice – even if I’m not. They are both happy and than makes me happy.

Because I found the blogging world a few years ago, I came out to Nick and we have been closer than I ever imagined. All this is wonderful and that would really be enough. But it’s even better.

Yes one career is ending soon, but because so many of you came here and told me I could write, I actually began believing you. I got the edits for the third Cassie book today and it was just like opening a present. I’m so excited to get this one ready to publish. I think it should be out next month and I’ll have the actual date soon. I also got my first ever check from my publisher not long ago – talk about feeling like a real writer!

For everyone who has read Cassie’s Space and Cassie’s Tale I want to give you a huge


I’ll be back later this week to tell you about book number three.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Survival mode

What a week! Behavior problems at school became, ummm… strange to say the least. We had to deal with problems I’ve not had before in my twenty-five years. I get an eighty minute planning period each day (in theory), but I lose some each day do to meetings. A few of these meetings are constructive, but rarely. Last week I haven’t had one minute of planning time, between parent meetings, discipline issues that could not be put off and totally useless meetings requires by the boss.

On top of everything else my two good partners were both gone on Wednesday and on Thursday we actually had a threat at school that caused us to go into a hard lock down. We were in the lunchroom at the time with 200 students – on the floor, silent. All was well and although there was the potential for a serious problem, it was handled beautifully and soon enough all was well.

I’m totally worn out. I’m even too tired to write in the evenings and that in itself is draining me. Next week there we only go four days and they should be peaceful. Mr. K will be GONE! That in itself make it a good week and one of my old colleagues is subbing for him. I have all my lesson plans done and everything run off. I really think I'm going to make it. Friday will begin ten straight days off!

* I was so disoriented that I put this post up Thursday evening, for a moment, totally forgetting about Fantasy Friday - I guess it just seemed like the week would never really end. But I did realize in time and got FF up, you can find it here. Friday was peaceful, thankfully, and that evening I we went to see Mollie and took she and her roommate to dinner.

Some of my friends here will be happy to know that later that evening she went out to a bar to party with her friends (and even got a drink). Mollie has mentioned a boy she likes. She has never dates and I don't know why. Those who have seen pictures with tell you she is a looker. This is the first boy she has ever mentioned by name - and mentioned several time. Though I'm dying to pump her for every scrap of information I am showing great restraint and merely perking up my ears when he is mentioned. She texted me last night to say she'd planned to stay in, but her room mate and her boyfriend were going out and some other people and Max.  And Max, hmmm… I think that was the deciding factor.

Stay tuned for more breaking news.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Fantasy Friday - One Step Forward into a Dream

I was so happy to receive a brand new Fantasy Friday story this past week. I think it was one of the few good things about this week. Grace has written for us before - here is one of her earlier stories. Grace has her own unique style and I love it. I hope everyone enjoys…

One Step Forward into a Dream

“I think you may save me! You would think me damaged if I told this story to you, I would think me damaged! How can I express to you, I don’t know, would you think me wrong?” I continue to stumble through my words “I doubt if my language is sufficient, to try to grasp this, it perplexes me, it’s a contradiction, inside my head is my private place and I only want people in who are invited.” My words drift away meekly as I stare, willing her with my femininity to like me or, hopefully, even more.

She looks at me from the other end of the room, silent. Outside the tall water reeds sway stiffly and ripple in the wind that blows in across the estuary marshes, its travel from the North Sea undisturbed by trees or buildings. The eco house with its glass fronted expanse stands firm against the buffeting of the elements.

I think of the letter I received from my friend in the west, he told me of this person who now stands before me and her strangeness and beauty but his words could never fully explain her to me.

I wait for a reply, a reaction, just an acknowledgement that my emotions are received, my heart pounding as I wait for a connection, will there be one?

The log burner crackles as once again the building shudders from the gale, the soft furniture adding to the feel of the house and the rug covered wooden floors cozy under my bare feet as I stand waiting to see if my journey will continue with this person, so strange, her hair like silk, her dark skin stunning against her white cotton dress, the slenderness of her waist and the curve of her bottom.

I glance down unable to return her gaze any longer in case the answer I think I seek is not returned, not that I am sure what the question is but I will know if this is the answer to my dreams soon enough. Unable to keep myself from gazing at her I look up and she looks at me, her lips curling slightly at the edges, I panic, does she see me as a joke, pathetic in my quest? Finally she speaks to me in a soft warm gentle voice.

“It would be my pleasure” She finishes this statement with a mock courtesy “But I have some questions for you, would you let me in, would you let me get close to you, would you trust me, could you love me?”

I take one step forward as I reply “I am torn apart, I will love you, I think I may have already fallen under your spell” I look down embarrassed “trust I give to none, but maybe you?” I look at her quizzically.

She is staring at me again with her large brown eyes, “What would you say if I said I will do whatever I like, when I like!”

“Is that a question?” I ask?

The silence descends again and I shift my weight slightly and fold my arms.

“No it’s a challenge!”

I take one step forward.

I have to smile, “you read me like a book”

“No” she replies innocently “I am panning for gold, you know what that’s like!”

“Then I will accept the challenge, if you accept me, as I am, slightly damaged but still hanging on in there!”

I take one step forward.

She is looking at me once again with a wicked edge to her lips “We shall see if you are that different from the rest of us shan’t we, we are all a little touched you know! Now what are you going to do about me? Life’s what you make it! Now what do you make of me, can you make me, make me a good girl?”

“Do I want to make you a good girl? I suspect it will be a hell of a lot of fun if you are not!”

“Who says I’m not on my best behaviour anyway” she says with a pout “you see that’s your first lesson, what is good or bad? Its very subjective you know.” She holds me in her unblinking gaze and I am mesmerized. “You know that Venus is in Taurus and in opposition to Jupiter and what that means?”

He warned me of her strangeness and I feel myself dreamily falling under her spell,

“No, not a clue” I reply

“Oh,” she looks surprised and not a little disappointed “Well” she says looking coy and as cute as hell “It means I can do whatever I like and you cant make me so there!” She pokes her tongue out and spins around with her back to me holding her hands behind her against her bottom. She looks over her shoulder at me “So what do you think about that?”

I take one step forward.

Her silhouette is back lit by the sun that momentarily breaks through the grey cloud cover and I am briefly blinded by warm rays, all I can see is the edge of her hair as it scatters the photons and gives her a golden halo of yellow white light. She continues to look straight ahead at the empty landscape with nobody to witness our steps.

I take one step forward.

I am close now, can smell her perfume and long to have it permeate my own skin, to feel her touch, to caress the soft warm skin to feel the mutual sting as my hand makes contact with her soft bottom.

“I cannot dominate you,” I blurt out suddenly without really understanding why except for an overwhelming desire to open myself up to her.

She is looking over her shoulder at me whilst gently swaying her shoulders, “Who said you should, I have already told you I will do whatever I like.”

“What do I have to do, show me please, how do I meet with your sensuality.”

She leans her head to one side as she peeks over her shoulder as if hiding, “I want to share this with you, I want to wriggle the heat away from my bottom, I want you to spank me as I deserve to be, to punish me, I want you to make me, I want you to make me do as I’m told, but I have already said I will do as I want!” She smiles sweetly and looks away.

I take one step forward until I am close enough to grasp her wrist and I pull her around to face me, she is looking up at me with large eyes.

 “Will you trust me, will you let me in?”

I cannot reply, she has me frozen in her eyes, I simply nod.

She tries to move away but I continue to hold her and she obediently bends forward grasping the arm of a chair to steady herself, she straightens her legs which accentuates the gentle curve of her bottom inviting her punishment. She looks at me once again, “and that is the first of many lessons” she says with a reassuring smile which confirms that I have permission to make her a good girl once again.


Grace, thank you so much for coming through for us this week. You are a wonderful writer and I hope you'll send even more. It's been the week from hell around here, I'll catch you up on Sunday. Now if you have a story to share, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com