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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Wednesday, July 27, 2016


When I began my TTWD journey I decided I wanted an outward change, something I could see so that I knew it was real. I went from a curly perm to more natural, straight hair. I've felt that way again as I headed closer to retirement and to fulfilling the role of full time writer, my enjoyable – although not exactly lucrative – third career.

So as I’ve mentioned here before, I took a deep breath and stopped coloring my hair. First I just had her lighten the brown each time I went I didn’t want to look something like this. 

I wasn’t wild about this period – it looked blondish yellow but now the yellow’s all gone and I’m completely me. My color – nothing artificial and for me, I love it.

Two of my SIL, about my age, tell me they would never do that because they don’t want to look old. They are also the ones who were bitchy about LJ’s marriage and still think of him as the black sheep of the family, so who gives a flying f… what they think.

I think what I like the most is the feeling of freedom to do what I want to do.  I wanted to let it go natural and I did. I may decide tomorrow that I’d rather have it brown or red and if so, I’ll dye it again. I’ll probably get a purple streak in it – quite possibly before I go back to school this year. And if I decide to shave my head I’ll do it! Well, not really sure about that one because I have a feeling Nick would spank my ass every day until it grew back and he wouldn’t be kidding! But you get the idea.

Many of us, definitely me included, complain about getting older. There are aspects of the process that don’t thrill me, various aches and pains, a sag here and a budge there, not everything works exactly as it used to. But I am becoming a fan of other aspects of growing older – acceptance of who I am, the courage to say what I think, the security of a marriage that’s lasted for decades and the firm belief that Nick will be at my side for life and to have lived long enough to be able to bask in the love and respect of my grown children.

Acceptance, courage, security, love and respect – what more could I ask for at any age?

Monday, July 25, 2016

A great book suggestion for you!

Most of you probably know I have two active blogs at this time. Here, New Beginnings, is my personal blog. Here I’m me and I talk about me and Nick and out adventure in TTWD, I talk of my kids, my job – anything I want to talk about. My other blog, PK Corey’s Reading Room is what I think of as my professional or writing blog. I use the Reading Room to promote my books and others. Of course everyone here is most welcomed to visit there any time.

I enjoy all the writers I’ve met there – they seem to be fine people and excellent writers, but I think of them as colleagues more than close friends. I simple don’t know many of them well. What this is getting at, is that when I do plug a book here at New Beginning it’s because I know the author personally, they are a good friends of mine and I really enjoyed their books. The one non-spanko writing friend I like to promote is Donna Steele. Donna has a new book out and I really, really liked this one. 

Here’s the particulars and a link to her blog I hope you’ll like Before You.


When Jocelyn decides to take a two-week vacation away from the chaos of the city and work, she expects to just relax and enjoy. Instead, after taking an impromptu exit off the highway the car quits and she's stuck in some Podunk town in nowhere North Carolina. But the scenery is great – especially the guy who tows in her car. 

Noah is helping his cousin out for the afternoon at the garage and is more than pleasantly surprised when the city girl shows up needing help. 

Neither can foresee what drew her to that exit or what they will uncover trying to discover what has frightened her so. But they will do it, together. 

Go by and check out Donna's blog, Donna Steele Steelestories

Friday, July 22, 2016

Ten years ago today...

Sorry, but there is no Fantasy Friday story today. It's a special day for me and I wanted to share this instead.

There are some milestones you expect in life. As I child I someday expected to marry and have children and I am very grateful that these things came to pass. Once I was married I fully expected to some day have a tenth, twentieth and thirtieth wedding anniversary. I will be grateful, but not shocked to have our fortieth, fiftieth and beyond. But never during the majority of my years did I ever think I’d be celebrating ten years of blogging.

When my doctor found a way to release me from crippling pain I was in for months I chose not to waste the second chance I felt I’d been given. When I typed my life long fascination, spanking, into google I don’t think I really knew what a blog was. I was looking for some interest spanking pictures or maybe a good story. What came up, after a little searching, was Bonnie’s blog, My Bottom Smarts. This was a chance finding that completely changed my life.

I was forty-nine at the time and for the first time in my life I found I wasn’t alone with my ‘weird’ thoughts and longings. Other people were also fascinated by spanking, by the thought of being spanked, even disciplined. They were normal, happy, hardworking women (mostly women). As I found more blogs I found women just like me – they talked about their children, their husbands, their careers, their pets – and they talked about spanking. The word I could barely say out loud, they were discussing. They talked of implements, pervertibles, corner time, rules, consequences… I had never been more captivated in my life.

I had to be a part of it, first as Cassie, because I wanted to share her stories. But I also wanted to be me and ask all the questions I was so curious about. On July 22, 2006 I put up my first post on New Beginnings and my life has never been the same. Just a very short list of what blogging has given me:

My husband. Nick and I changed from pleasant roommates to a close, loving married couple.

I made the most amazing friends anyone could imagine.  Friends who were just like me, and who never made me feel I ever had to hide who I really was.

Way more confidence in every aspect of my life – the beginning of my belief in my own self-worth.

My writing career.

And everyone of these changes came about because of my readers. My first few comments were very encouraging and began building my confidence. Many commenters became friends and their friendships made me even stronger. Readers encouraged me (and occasionally gave me the kick in the butt) to keep talking with Nick, and they’re still doing it.

My readers made me feel strong, they made me feel smart, they made me feel as if what I had to say helped some of them or at least entertained them. And, God bless them, they made me believe I could write. What a gift that was for me and what joy my writing gives me.

Writing a little spanking blog is not a monumental achievement. It’s not something I grew up dreaming about. But thanks to those of you who take a few minutes of your day to read what I write and especially to those of you who have commented over this past decade – my life has changed in amazing ways.

A blog isn’t going to bring about world peace or solve global warming. But the comments I’ve gotten here have improved my life, they improved my marriage and made me a happier more confident person.  Being happier made me a better mother and that  improving my children’s lives and helped them become super adults. My being a happier, stronger more confident person made me a better teacher which gave me the opportunity to help my students and who knows what they might go on to accomplish.

When you think of all that blogging doesn’t seem like a ‘waste of time’ as it’s been called by some. I’m just one person farbling on about my life, but when you add your comments it’s like tossing rocks in a pond – the ripples continue and you have no idea who you may be influencing.

I’ve been blogging for a decade
 and the main thing I really want to say to you all is

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Great couple of weeks

I wrote a post not long ago when I was upset with Nick. I’m not upset with him often so I thought I’d tell you a couple of things he’s been up to lately. It’s been hot here. Not as hot as where many of my friends live, so I don’t complain – but it’s been hot. Nick was getting ready for bed one night when he came back into the living room and ask me to go for a late night swim with him. At our house that means skinny-dipping and I thought it was a lovely offer.

We dropped our clothes and headed down. I love skinny-dipping! It’s the most freeing feeling to have no bathing suit binding or pinching or dragging at you. With no close to restrict you and the buoyancy of the water – well there is just nothing like it.

For those thinking of making love in the water, it’s really not that great an idea. It’s a wonderful place for touching and fondling and such, but I suggest coming back to the bedroom for the main event. We’ve tried both, and the bed is better.

A few days later he caught me off guard. I should have been expecting it – I don’t know what was wrong with me. It was Nick’s birthday. Mollie was home, LJ was supposed to be here but his trip was delayed for a few days. When Mollie headed out with friends, Nick said to me, “I believe you’ve always said that the spankee takes the birthday spanking for the spanker.”

What? I mean, yeah that’s the rules, but damn – he’s getting old! That argument didn’t seem to dissuade him in the least and he herded me back to the bedroom where he had a variety of weapons implements laid out. He used a different implement for each decade. He likes to do that for birthday spankings. He was going to town with both leather and wood, but he graciously allowed me to choose the implement for the final five. I chose a pillow, but when I tried to hand it to him he balked for some reason.

The spanking finally over with we proceeded to celebrate his birthday with a bang as I read him a sexy spanking story. We’ve had a fun these last few weeks and we still have some summer left and I plan to enjoy it fully.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Fantasy Friday - A long overdue birthday spanking

Wednesday, July 13, 2016


So many of us out here just don’t know how lucky we are. There are ups and downs in any TTWD relationship. But most of us have the option of talking with our guy and they have all been willing to try this lifestyle.

I recently received an email from a reader that pointed out what I know must be a problem for many blog readers. This reader asked what to do if one is a true spanko – one who has known about the need/desire for most of their life, yet there is no one in their life to spank them?

There are people not in any current relationship and there are people who have ask their significant other to spank, but their partner, for whatever reason, is just not going to do it. What can a person do if the desire is there, the longing for discipline and there is no one to fill it?

I’ve talked to people who just want to be spanked – often disciplined, but who aren’t looking for a love connection. A sort of business deal would suffice them at this time in their life, but again where do you look? I know some towns are going to have BDSM clubs, but really – do you just walk in off the street? Most all options I can think of are fraught with danger.

So on behalf of my readers who had the question – do any of you have any safe ideas of where someone not in a relationship could find someone to fulfil the need for spanking in their life?

Sunday, July 10, 2016

When you're so damn pissed

What does a wanta-be submissive do when her beloved HOH pisses her off royally? Nick is the best man ever. He has so few faults. Most of his faults are things like not being firm enough, not spanking enough, not believing in discipline – well, you get the general idea. But one other thing he does on occasion is either snap at me or say something in a truly sarcastic tone.

That was the case Saturday morning when he and Mollie were hanging curtains in the guest room. I went in to check the length and see where they fell. The length was wrong and I was showing him where I had wanted them to fall. Obviously I knew they wouldn’t be falling there but he got really sarcastic with his tone and said, “You want me to tear a hole in the ceiling and put the rod up there?”

I turned and left the room without a comment. In fact, I said very little for hours and hours. To me his comment sounded like, “You’re a fucking idiot.” I know he never said any such thing, I know he never thought any such thing – but that’s still the way I heard it. Usually he never notices when I get angry and quiet. This time I guess he did a little because he was telling me what he wanted to do when we when to pick up his car. I nodded and he asked, “Are you giving me the silent treatment?”

I lied and told him no, I was just agreeing. Of course I gradually get over things and we move on. But we rarely discuss the causes or possible solutions, probably because I suck at talking about problems, even small ones. On the few time we have he never apologies for a cutting comment, only telling me that wasn’t the way it was meant or defending himself for saying it. When what I really want to hear is, “I’m sorry it came out that way. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

First world problem to be sure, but when it does happen it ruins my whole day. I’ve often wondered where spanking would come into this mix. I don’t think Nick would ever even think to spank me when I get silent like this and I really don’t know how I’d feel about it or react to it. He’s never spanked when either of us is annoyed, although that’s probably when it would be the most beneficial. I’m not saying he should have – had we been alone – I honestly don’t know how I’d take it. I was pissed, I could see myself still being pissed, only more so if he’d spanked me. Especially if it had been done half-heartedly.

We all talk out here about how spanking brought us closer to our husbands. It has for us too. But … I want more.