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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Sunday, December 21, 2014

I nearly had the sh*t scared out of me

The longer I’ve been blogging the less fear I’ve had of being ‘outed’. I’ve been happy to realize this. I mean who really cares  - my kids aren’t interested, most of my friends know I write and what I write about. I’m pushing sixty for pity sake. I should be able to do anything I please. About the only person I would hide my spanko side from is my boss.

But when someone comes after you, when someone tries to blatantly and publically embarrass you, let me tell you it will cause your heart to lurch in your chest. This is exactly what happened to me when I got to school Friday morning and saw this hanging on my doorknob.

Who had put it there? Who all had seen it? I was early, there wasn’t even anyone else in my building. Had it been hanging there all night? Was someone trying to publically embarrass me? How could I face everyone, not knowing who had done it? My friends at school that know about my spanko side would not have done this for a joke I was sure of that. What in the hell was going on?

As I stood staring I heard someone coming up the stairs. I grabbed the belt off the door and was frantically trying to get the door opened and get inside when I saw the substitute teacher come to the head of the stairs smiling at me, commenting, “I see you found it.”

I don’t know if I was blushing or not but the rush of relief that flooded my body was overwhelming. This substitute was none other than my sister-in-law, Nick’s little sister. The day before she had told me that my father-in-law had asked for a new belt and since I'd asked her if she had any more ideas for him she said she was happy to pick it up for me. She had and had kindly left it for me on my door.

This just shows want a true spanko I am. Some people would have just seen a belt, where I saw the most sensual of spanking implements. Okay, it scared the crap outta me – but I don’t care. I’m still proud to be a spanko and to see ordinary objects in the most interesting way.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Two for One

Not only is it Friday - Christmas vacation begins today! That's the best feeling you can have other than the last day of school. I have gotten any new stories for Fantasy Friday so I went way back for this one.  I got this one from my friend CeeCi way back in 2008, so I'm guessing many of you won't have read it. CeeCi is an excellent writer and I do miss her voice out here. I have no doubt you'll enjoy her story…

Two for One

Lana's hands trembled as she eagerly cut the packaging open. Her DVDs had arrived and she could hardly wait to pop one into the player.

On a snowy Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, she'd found herself home alone and bored out of her skull. Her boyfriend had been out of town all week and wasn't scheduled to return until the following Friday. 'What's a girl to do,' she thought, as she flipped on her computer and began roaming her favorite links.

'December sure is slow,' she mused. Nobody was posting anything she found very interesting. She clicked into a couple of new sites, only to encounter the same sense of flatness. 'Same old, same old,' she complained inwardly. She was still bored, but reluctant to stop surfing.

'What is the name of that site with all the spanking videos?' she wondered. After a few moments of thinking, she remembered. 'Oh yeah, Shadow Lane.' A google minute later, she was there.

The front page caused her to sit up and take notice. They were having a two for one sale! She quickly entered the site.

'Oooo, I really shouldn't be doing this,' she thought. The twinge of guilt didn't stop her from looking at all the wonderful selections and before she knew it, there were four DVDs in her shopping cart.

They'd arrived the same day Jon returned. He was upstairs, sleeping from his long flight and the busy two weeks he'd had away from home. She was certain he'd sleep until she woke him for dinner. Lana decided that watching just one of the movies would be a quiet and harmless way to spend the afternoon.

"A Lover's Discipline" had been her first choice when she shopped that snowy, lonely day. She was intrigued by the promise of anal discipline, combined with masturbatory punishment, hand spanking, paddling, and all the yummy things she dreamed of doing with Jon. Into the player it went.

Lana settled herself onto the couch to enjoy her guilty pleasure. Her warm-ups were cozy, but not enough to ward off the chill of the day. She covered up with a blanket and invited the cat to join her while she watched the story unfold.

'Wow,' she exclaimed as the movie started. 'Those two aren't wasting any time.' She watched as the couple moved through the discipline. She flinched when the spanking started and began experiencing a growing need when the anal discipline ensued. Her hand found its way under the band of her pants until her fingers came to rest against her hard, aching clit. She slid down in her seat a bit to accommodate her wandering fingers. As the action continued she was aware of nothing around her, only her own pleasure and the scene unfolding before her eyes.

"Where did this come from?" asked a masculine voice behind her, close to left ear. Lana shrieked, pulled her hand out of her pants, and sat upright in one swift motion.

"Not so fast," Jon said, taking hold of her right wrist, pulling it up over her head. "Where has that hand been?" He gave her finger tips a quick lick. Lana blushed to her toes.

"Um, I was bored last Sunday and went online," she responded. "Shadow Lane was having a two for one sale, so I ordered some."

"How many is 'some'?" Jon inquired. Sheepishly, Lana admitted that she'd had difficulty stopping at two, ordering four because she couldn't make up her mind or resist such a bargain.

To her relief, Jon chuckled. He walked around the sofa to join her. "Please, start it over," he instructed her.

Once the film began he slid under the blanket. "Hmmm, it's pretty hot under here," he observed. "You're probably too warm with those pants on. I know you'd be a lot more comfortable if you took them off, so, take them off." Lana hesitate a moment too long. "Do you need some help, young lady?" he inquired.

Before Lana could comply or answer, Jon had her across his lap. The blanket had tangled between her flailing legs keeping her from jumping to her feet. Deftly, her pants were pulled to her knees.

"Looky, there," cooed Jon, "Lana, where are your panties?" Lana growled, Jon laughed. "Is my girl horny?" His strong right hand rubbed her bared backside, while his left arm kept her pinned to his lap.

"So, you look at porn while I'm gone. Is there something you need to tell me?"

Lana blushed. "No, I was just bored. Bored and curious. OK, bored, curious, and horny. And hopeful."  She looked over her shoulder at her captor. She watched him raise his right hand high over his head.

"Does this satisfy your curiosity?" he asked as he brought his hard hand down against her naked flesh. Lana yelped. "How about this?" he inquired as he spanked her once again.

The blows rained down faster and faster. Lana bucked and squealed at the relentless onslaught of Jon's firm hand. She could feel her bottom burning and stinging, and then she felt the wetness between her legs and on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she wailed. "I was lonely! I was horny! I missed you," she cried out, "and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry!"

Jon's deluge slowed with her words. Reluctantly, he stopped spanking Lana's flaming orbs. Rubbing them tenderly, he bent over to deliver a gentle kiss to her rosy right cheek.

"It's OK, baby," he assured her. "You don't usually do things like this, and I understand. Two weeks apart was way too long." Lana nodded her agreement, then reached up to dry the tears off her cheeks.

"Can we finish watching the video?" she asked. "It's really pretty good."

"Maybe some other time, Sweetness. I suspect you're wet in more places than just your lovely face. We have lots of lost time to make up for."


Thank you CeeCi! Should the urge to write again please send it on. I know how busy everyone is during this season, but if you find a story floating around in your head - make notes and write it whenever you have a minute. When you finally get it written send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thursday, December 18, 2014

TBT - Early Morning Naked Gymnastics

This is one of my throw back Thursdays - way back nearly eight years ago. It was just a fun post that I came across and thought it might give you a laugh.

This will be a bit of rambling and not nearly as exciting as the title would indicate. First you need to
know about one rule in our house that in my mind should never be broken. It ranks up there with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. The rule is - Nick always gets out of the bed first!

This started out naturally enough when we were first married. He had to be at work at 6:30 AM and I had to go in at 9:00. (This is still true but he leaves the house at 4:50 and I leave at 7:10) He had mentioned, before we were married, that his mother always got up and fixed his dad a big hot breakfast before he went to work. I, of course, asked if he thought she would get up early enough to come to our house and do that. But that didn't seem to be what he was hoping I would get from that particular story. When it finally dawned on me that he was hoping that I might do something along this line, I offered to rise up on one elbow and point toward the kitchen. Actually that never happened, I just slept.

I am not the only one to depend on Nick rising first. The paper carrier depends on him too. It throws the poor man off on the rare occasions when I have gotten up first. When Nick gets up first the paper carrier always throws the paper on the arm of my chair where it belongs. But when I get up first the dummy throws it way out at the end of the carport! This is extremely inconvenient on cold or wet mornings. I was a bit worried about this when Nick got laid off for a while last year. What would the poor paper carrier do? Nick being the good guy that he is still got up before me. The paper carrier was happy, the paper landed on my chair and I was happy too because Nick often had breakfast ready when I got up.

Last night was a wonderful night. Mollie actually got to sleep early we felt comfortable making a bit of noise so the locked briefcase (aka toy chest) came out and there was a small fun spanking followed by some great loving, so great we neither one had the energy to put away all the toys. No problem, Nick is an early riser and Mollie is a typical teenager and is never awake before 10:00 on a Saturday.

But the bed felt so good that next morning, and Nick felt so good, and he felt me up so good that one thing lead to another and it was a real good morning. But we drifted back off to sleep, not late - 8:30, but that's very late for Nick and of course it never occurred to me to get up first. Panic did not ensue until he headed for the shower and I heard him talking to Mollie! I knew if she was up that early she was headed to my room. All I could thing of was, 'Keep her talking, honey' So in a panic I am flipping across the bed, buck naked, throwing toy in and slamming the lid and twisting the locks. Fast as I could I flipped back, with my butt up in the air as I tried to get the case back under my side of the bed and my butt back under the covers before I had company. I am really not used to gymnastics when I first wake up, but it was worth the effort. Mollie came in for a quick good morning without the trauma of the knowledge that her parent's collection of spanking/sex toys were feet away. I taumatize the poor child enough by teaching at her school, this is a trauma she can do without.

Monday, December 15, 2014

I just wanted you to know…

I have another Cassie book coming out!
I just wanted to let everyone over here know
and show off my beautiful new cover.

This one should be out early in January.
I’ll be sure to let you know when
and I’ll post an excerpt when it’s almost time for the release.

I hope you’ll like this one!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Great implement - the dogging bat

I want to thank everyone who said a prayer or gave a good thought for Mollie. That test is behind her, though we don’t know if she passed or not. She has another one Monday, but at least it’s in town and I don’t feel so stressed about it. I’ll let you know when we hear.

When I wrote about my intense spanking from Nick last weekend I mentioned it was hard to believe that “my sweet, fun little dogging bat” could feel like that. I had several friends inquire about the dogging bat, they didn’t know exactly what it was and it seemed much more menacing that way.

This is a dogging bat –

and I love it!

It’s vanilla use is in the equestrian world.  It’s used in barrel racing and such and the advertisements says, Just what you need to get your horse around those barrels first! Top grade doggin bat with a spring steel insert. So a horse rider is using it for the sound. The sound is also important for us spankos, but it’s also a versatile implement. It can be used for a really fun light to moderate spanking and as I found out it can really go for the hard stuff too!

I like it so much I even sent one to Ronnie across the pond, and in return she sent me a cane - a mean, hateful, stinging, don't get that thing near me, cane! She actually sent me two! Of course, I wanted to share the love, so I in turn gave one to Sunny. Personally I think Ronnie got the better end of the deal (but then again, she's a cane lover.)

I think it's not only a wonderful implement to keep in your toy box, it’s very inexpensive. You can usually order one for around $10 if you actually order it from a horse supply site. I truly recommend it. One more thing, it’s sometimes called a pig slapper – but not in MY house!

Here is the link where we ordered ours.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Fantasy Friday - 'Tis the Season

*Mollie is taking a very important, very difficult test this morning from 8-12:30 EST. We're both stressed we'll take all the prayers and positive thought you could sent our way. She has another one Monday morning.

Happy Friday! We seem to be storming our way right to Christmas. I hope all of you are able to enjoy the season and avoid the stress that seem to want to take over. Carye has written us a band new story about some of our old friends. She has written more about Lori and Kent. You can read her first three stories about them here (1), here (2) and here (3). It seems that a little Christmas stress got to Lori, hope Kent knows how to relieve that! Please enjoy...

'Tis the Season

Lori slammed the door shut making an exhausted sigh and dropping all of her bags on the floor.  Only to scramble swearing to the floor.  Kent came in just after her, tumbling over her only to catch himself with the coat rack.  Seeing his beautiful wife on the floor checking bags and swearing, he paused and tried to figure out what had happened. Bags were everywhere and she was swearing and digging through them.  Calming himself, and leaning himself on the wall with arms crossed at his chest, he asked “What are you doing?” 

Glancing up anger flaming in her eyes said “What does it look like I’m doing? Making dinner?” pausing at his look.. “I might have broken one of my purchases! ”  Turning back to digging in the bags, she mumbled under her breath about such a stupid question. 

Raising his eyebrows, he asked “Would you like some help or do you want to continue to make a mess in your anger?”

Sucking in her breath without looking she sarcastically said “Duh! What, do you think I would love you to casually stare at me instead of helping?”

Within what seemed like a nanosecond she was scooped off of the floor into a fireman’s hold and carried to her corner, hard swats on her bottom the whole way.  “That’s not what I MEANT” she screamed.  He ignored the fussing and swearing and plopped her down nose to the corner.  Holding her there pinning her hands above her on the wall he held her his body up against her back. He patiently waited for her to settle. Soon she took a deep breath, knowing what was coming, but still angry.  Kent knew her well, it would take her a while to calm the anger, but she would stay put. 

He released her arms calmly whispering “Stand here as long as you like, when you calm enough you know what you need to do.” He left her side to gather up the mess in the hallway and the rest of the packages from the car.  Shaking his head, thinking to himself he knew why it was called black Friday.  It made all the shoppers end up with a black cloud thundering above their head waiting to shoot out lightning and anyone anywhere near them. Fortunately, he thought, he was VERY good at making the calm after a storm come out. This thought made him smile as he continued his work.

Lori’s mind slowly calmed, the anger now turned on Kent began to fade to a little twinge of fear.  She knew what was coming, and what was expected. This powerful business woman was turning into the woman who would allow and wanted her husband to be her HOH.  Swallowing, she began slowly to do what he expected. Slowly her clothing was removed.  Kent paused watching.  He loved how she slowly shed each layer, as if a part of her anger, her walls were coming down.  Soon her clothes were in a pile at her feet. Legs spread at shoulder width, and hands back on the wall above her. He could tell she was still fighting it. Still anger remained. Though he had the solution for that, she wasn’t quite ready.  Her head was still up proud, angry, and definitely not ready.   He went to the couch and sat down and waited. 

She could tell he was watching, waiting, she sighed and knew he would wait until he was ready.  Until he felt she was ready.  He took a chance to in case she had calmed down.

“Hands down at your sides please, and turn around” he quietly said from the couch.  She turned slowly to him.  “Why are you in the corner Lori?”

“Because I got angry and asked for your help.” Fire flaring back in her eyes. 

“Nope not ready” Kent thought.  “Wrong answer. Turn around, hands on the floor” He said out loud.  She turned slowly, closing her eyes. She hated this.  He almost never did this. He called it his “little focus time”.  As soon as her hands were on the floor he was at her side. “Focus on this, clear your mind, feel this for all it is” he said.   Spanks came fast and hard.  Turning her bottom quickly to a nice shade of pink. After about 20 swats on each side, he said “I know you have had a long day, and this isn’t how you want it to end.  Get back up and in position, and think about what your husband who shopped with you all day, fed you a nice lunch, and brought you home, felt like entering to your tantrum. Will you do that for me?”

Fighting back tears she said “Yes Sir” pausing she said “I am ready.”

“Ready for what my love?” 

“You to spank me, sir.”

“I don’t think you are.  You stay put.  I don’t think you fully realize all of our rules you have broken.  Think about rule one. The one you and I agreed to when you honored me by entering into this D/S relationship. There aren’t that many rules…remember rule 1.” Giving her a minute he asked “What is rule 1?” 

Finally leaning her head on the corner, she said “You are the one in control, you will always listen and consider my input, unless I am being punished, Sir.”

Nodding, he said “Well then, I’ll be back, when I am ready.” Kent popped her one time on her bottom to emphasize his point, and went up to prepare their bed for an afternoon nap, and the passionate love making he cherished and she so desperately needed when she awoke. He got her hairbrush for her spanking, and a large package wrapped in Christmas paper.  He couldn’t wait to give this present to her. He knew she needed it, would love it, and would ensure that they would stay connected in a very special way each evening. Just the thought of the coming days was having an effect on his body, groaning and shaking it off, knowing he needed to punish her, he put the package under the bed for later. He headed downstairs and made a glass of water and brought it to the living room.  Sitting on the arm of the couch he watched her for a long minute.  He could tell from her position, and her stature, she was in a much more submissive mindset.  It was time to try again. 

“Lori, turn around and come over here to me.”  She jumped a little at his word and turned and walked over to him, leaving her hands by her sides as she knew she was expected to.  “Sweetheart, can you now please tell me why you were put in the corner?”

“Yes, Sir. I .. I threw a …ta..tantrum and swore a lot.” Blushing yet forcing herself to look into his eyes.  “I got angry, and you were the closest person and I took it out on you.  When you asked to help, I…I yelled at you.  I’m sorry Honey.”  Much better he thought to himself and nodded.

“Yes you did.” He said, and slid down onto the couch and pulled her into his lap.  “I know that this is a stressful time of year. Your work becomes very pressured, holidays are constantly upon us, family is always here, and our time gets cut significantly. I think I have something to help with that, but that is for later.  We have to work together. You have been pulling away, trying to control everything… and any little thing that goes wrong, you are reacting to.  I won’t let you continue like that.  Do you understand?”  All she could do was snuggle into his arms, ashamed at the truth of it, and nod her head.  She knew he was right, she felt it herself, but just didn’t want to take time to admit it, or work on it.  As if he read her mind, he continued.  “I hoped you would come to me and talk to me, as you have worked on all year.  But you shut me out, until everything exploded and pushed you beyond your control.” Pausing for emphasis, he said..  ”Do you remember last Christmas? When you left me outside waiting for you to finish work? Do you remember the issues we had? Do you remember John?”  She nodded her head.  “You let me sit outside forever, I came in to hear you screaming like a crazy person and your best worker.”

“John,” she whispered.

“I had to put you in a corner in your own office, until you calmed down, make you apologize, and then I brought you home and punished you.  I didn’t enjoy that, and I would guess you didn’t either.  I would rather not go there again. I will NOT let you get to that point again. We have grown too much as a couple.  We are so much further into our journey.   I’ve already let you get too stressed with Thanksgiving and this horrid holiday called black Friday.  I won’t make that mistake again.  Do you understand why I’m spanking you?”

“Yes, Sir.  I know it helps, but ….”  She wanted to push away, say no, she didn’t need it… yet, deep inside, she knew the truth, and as hard as it was to accept sometimes, she needed this.  As much as it hurt, as embarrassing as it was knowing she would be melted to a pool of begging, crying goo, she needed that reconnection, that closeness, that tender love and deep passion that would follow.  Maybe the passion wouldn’t happen until later, he always held the key to when, but the reconnection, love, oneness, of them happened immediately.  Yea, she knew she needed this she sighed.

With her pause and sigh, he knew she had gotten about as far as she was able so he carefully, lovingly, pulled her up and over his knee. She didn’t resist. Putting his leg over hers. “Tuck your arms under you, and do not take them out” he commanded. No longer that loving husband, instead her dom and the one who was to punish her. With this, he picked up the brush and rubbed it over her bottom, letting her feel the coolness of it before he knew he would replace it with fire.  He waited, knowing it would take her a minute before she would accept and ask for her spanking. 

After a minute he was rewarded with his patience “Sir? May I have my spanking?”  With that he tapped her twice with the hairbrush acknowledging her, and began to spank. 

He started hard and fast, no warm up in a punishment, he thought, instead an explosion reducing any thought of leniency in her.  Then he steadied the strokes one side then the other alternating. 
Soon, she was swaying, wiggling trying to avoid that painful brush.  She hated it. Yelling, begging.  It hurt so badly.  She couldn’t take it anymore and started to pull her hands out. Tears were flowing hard, and she was fighting.  He slowed the pace, lightened the strikes, but didn’t stop.  When she calmed enough to at least hear him he started to help her with his words.

“No Sweetheart, leave your hands.” Pausing between each sentence to allow it to sink into her mind, yet not stopping the spanking, he continued. “Do not make me tie them or hold them…pause… You will submit to this.  pause…You know you need this.  pause…You know you deserve this. …pause… Show me you are ready to continue. …pause…Ready to submit to your punishment. …pause…Ready to give yourself fully to us. …pause… Ready to forgive yourself. …pause…Ready to move on.”

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself, Lori slowed her wiggling, pulled her hands back more tightly, this time holding her elbows in a tight grip under her torso.  It took all of her will power but she calmed her breathing… her body… convinced herself, and felt stronger.  She knew she needed this, now it was no longer hidden deep in her heart, but she was bringing it to the surface, willing herself to fully accept it.  After a moment, another deep breath, she found the strength inside herself, and nodded her head ever so slightly. 

Kent saw this, and slowly increased the intensity again, knowing she would make it, she was accepting it. He changed pace, fast at times, slow at times, so she couldn’t predict.  Yet she held her hands where they were, her legs still fighting, but her will keeping her in place.  He moved down to her sit spots, knowing this would be very hard on her, and would last for several days as a reminder. He concentrated the spanks 10 on one spot then on to the next.  When he had spanked them all, he felt her stop struggling. He felt her fully submit.  No longer fighting, fully spent, sobbing uncontrollably.  He gave her 10 more hard swats, and gently put down the brush quickly slipping back into the loving husband dom he was. He truly cherished her.  Rubbing her back gently, he let her calm some, gently telling her it was over, he knew it wasn’t easy, and she had done a good job.  Soon he scooped her gently into his lap making sure that she was positioned without her bottom touching anything.  He held her, reassured her, rubbed her back, kissed her tears away, and nuzzling her head beneath his chin, told her how precious she was to him.  How much he loved her, and how proud he was of her. 

As soon as she calmed, he gave her a drink of water, and he brought her up to bed and laid her on her side. He knew she was spent and needed to rest. He hoped she had enough energy for one last thing before her nap.  He took the large flat package from under the bed and put it on the bed in front of her. Then he stripped and crawled in behind her to snuggle with her and hold her as she calmed the rest of the way. 

“Honey, I know that you are tired and worn out physically and emotionally, but before we take a little nap snuggled together, I was wondering if you would open this for me.  It is to be your first Christmas present this year."

Her look at him seeming to question his sanity but smart enough not to utter a word, she managed to sit up enough to open the present.  He put his finger on her lips, looked her deeply in her eyes as if peering into her soul and explained.  “I promised you we would not have a repeat of last year at work or at home.  I love you and I respect you, and I am giving you this to help you keep centered all the way through Christmas Day.  I can’t say it will be stress free for you with this, but I promise you that it will help.  Ok?”

Eyes still damp, she nodded though still confused.  “May I open it?”

Suppressing a grin, he said “Please. I think it is the perfect time for your first Christmas present.”
Opening it, she looked even more confused. It was a large advent calendar.  It looked handmade, with small doors to open each day.  “Open the card” he prompted. 

Inside the homemade card in his writing it said “Lori, my love, I love you with all my heart and soul.  I will always do my best to take care of you.  This year, I will make sure your stress stays at lower levels.  Each morning you will open one door, and read what it says.  So you don’t wonder all night, each day will have something different.  An implement, a position, a room, or a garment.  Each night, you will receive a maintenance spanking using whatever was in the morning’s door.  The intensity of each night I promise will be enough to relieve the stress of the day, and start a wonderful night reconnected each other.  ~With all my love, Kent”

Carye, you did it again! Thank you for helping out with Fantasy Friday. Both you and George sending new stories really lifted my sprits regarding Fantasy Friday. I really want to keep it going, but fewer and fewer people seem willing to try their hand at a story. But I'm not giving up hope. If anyone out there is willing to help, please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com