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Friday, December 02, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Playing Games

I feel like I've been missing in action lately. I don't like a whole week to go by without posting, but everything is hitting at once. It's December people - can you believe it? I have a long list of things I want to do and blogging and writing are certainly on it - as well as shopping, wrapping, cleaning, and even a few lesson plans and school things yet to do. I'm busy and tired and excited all rolled up in one.

Today is a rerun from a few years ago. I hope you enjoy...


Playing game

All of this started with one stupid phone call from the husband of a friend.

At the time all I could think of was “Why didn’t he just mind his own business and stay out of mine?”

“Kevin called”, Byron informed me as I came in the house, “why didn’t you tell me that you and Hannah got wasted and then you rode home with her in that condition?”

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” I snapped, “Kevin is a big mouth. Nothing happened, we’re fine. Just drop it.”

“You go out drinking and you ride home with someone who was drunk at the time and you want me to drop it. I’m going to blister your butt!”

I was stunned at this statement! We had been spanking for several months but it was all in fun. We had made up some rule I was to follow. Mostly silly things, but I knew Byron didn’t really take it seriously. I couldn’t believe he was saying this. But I wasn’t in the mood to go along.

“Just stop it” I snapped, “I am in no mood to play tonight. I’m going to bed.”

“So in spite of everything you’ve been saying about me being HOH and how you want discipline in your life you are the one who sees all this as a game. You even wrote all the ‘rules’ you are suppose to go by. Well I have been doing some thinking myself.”

Susan was surprised to see that Byron looked dead serious. He went on “I am the head of this house and tonight you are going to realize that fact. I don’t plan to run your life. But when you act this crazy and put your life as risk then I am going to have something to say.”

I wasn’t going to listen to any more of this and went to the bedroom and shut the door. That is my signal that I want to be alone and I was pissed when Byron followed me.

“Susan this IS going to happen but first you are going to stand in the corner and think about why you felt in necessary to put you life in danger.”

“Are you out of your MIND? I am NOT standing in any corner! That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of! You can forget it! It is NOT going to happen!”

Byron was much too calm when he said “Actually honey, it is.” Before I even realized what was happening he had pulled me over his knee and held me. That wasn’t easy because I was mad as hell and I was fighting him hard! I felt him reach over to his night stand and grab the hairbrush and quickly began spanking me fast and hard! Never had he spanked so hard! It hurt like hell!!

I kept yelling “Stop Byron! That really hurts!” Always in the past that would have ended the spanking, but he was acting like he couldn’t even hear me. When he let me up I couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Damn it”, I snapped “that hurt! What the hell is the matter with you?”

“You always tell me a spanking is supposed to hurt, so I guess I am doing something right. Now you are going to the corner.”

I was about to continue my protest but I needed time to think and at this moment the corner seem as good a place as any. Fine, whatever! I thought to myself as I stomped over. I was still stunned by this whole confrontation. But not as much as I was when Byron’s next words were,

“Pants down, panties too.”

I exploded! “You have lost your fucking mind!” I screamed at him. Big mistake. He grabbed me around the waist and with one arm yanked down my sweats and panties! Then without a word he once again sailed into my sore ass with the brush!

It was at this late point in the confrontation that I realized, for the first time, that I really wasn’t in control. I had pretended before that he was in control but it had never really been true. I knew I had always had the power to stop anything I didn’t want.

With one last smack that sounded like a gun shot he said sternly “Not one more word and don’t move one inch out of that corner.”

My head was spinning, my ass was throbbing and my mind was racing! What had set him off, what was going on? I couldn’t believe all this had started because I had ridden a few miles with Hannah when she was a bit tipsy! But then the thought occurred to me – what if one of the boys had done that? Hadn’t I warned them both a million times? What if Byron had put himself it that kind of danger? The seriousness of what I had actually done began to hit home.

I had probably been there about fifteen minutes when Byron returned. He called me over to him. “Have you had time to realize what you did, what could have happened, how devastated the boys and I would have been if something had happened to you? Do you know what you risked?”

I did know, I really did. “Byron I am so sorry. Never ever will I do anything so stupid again. I really do know how serious it was!”

“That’s good honey. And in a minute you are going to realize how serious I think it was.”

“But, but… you just spanked me! What do you mean?”

“Susan I spanked you for not going to the corner when I told you to. Now you are going pay for  to  riding with someone who was drunk.”


With that I was over the end of the bed and my ass was on fire again with the first stroke of his belt. I knew I couldn’t take much more. My safe word played around in my head but as much as I wanted it to stop I just couldn’t say it. The belt felt like it was searing my butt each time it landed! But at this time, for this offence I knew it was not a game we were playing and I wouldn’t say the safe word! My hands were dug into the bedclothes as if I were holding on for dear life.

Finally it stopped. I lay there sobbing as Byron gathered me in his arms and held me. He whispered quietly in my ear how much he loved me and how important I was to him. He had me roll over and very gently rubbed lotion on my burning bottom and thighs. I was amazed that anything could feel so good and hurt so much at the same time.

I slept then. When I woke I did so slowly. Shifting position I winced and clarity came to my mind. Byron was lying beside me.

“How you doing?” he asked.

I smiled back “I’m good” I answered. And I was, I was as good as I had ever been! I couldn’t believe that Byron had really cared enough to take charge as he had. I was still stunned!

“Okay so from now on”, he grinned, “how about we keep this spanking thing fun and erotic because other wise you are going to realize that this time I took it easy on you! The next time I might have to spank you hard.”
~o~

 Now for our author - I wrote Playing Games. I suppose at the time I wrote it  I was in a wish fulfillment mode. So how about the rest of you. Try writing your wish fulfillment. Send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Friday, November 25, 2016

Fantasy Friday - A Toasty Thanksgiving


Yesterday was a very good Thanksgiving Day for me, I hope all of you had a good one too. The Fantasy Friday for today came to me in 2010. I hope this add even more fun to your Thanksgiving weekend.This story is from Mary and six years ago she told me that she was a 30-something stay-at-home wife and mother with 4 children, under the age of 8. She discovered spanking blogs a little over a year ago and began writing a few fiction stories of her own, but she said that this is the first story she has shared with anyone other than her husband.I suppose as those children got older and more compute savvy being able to read blogs became a challenge. 

Please enjoy...




A Toasty Thanksgiving

It was almost 6pm. Liz was waiting for her husband, Rob, to make it in from work. She had dinner ready and their bags packed for their Thanksgiving Holiday at her aunt’s house, three hours away. Liz was almost uncontrollably excited about this trip. She hadn’t seen most of her family since her wedding, ten months earlier, and she had been so busy with preparations and then greeting and visiting with all the guests that she had barely said more than “hello” and “glad you could make it” to her family before she was whisked away on their romantic honeymoon. Liz’s Aunt Jane had invited them and her two sisters up to their mountain home for the holiday. It had been years since Liz had visited up there, but she had always enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the mountains and beautiful sunrises.

As Liz was thinking about snuggling up by the warm fireplace with her love after a huge Thanksgiving feast, her thoughts were interrupted by car lights pulling into the driveway. Liz quickly brought herself back to the task at hand and finished setting the table for dinner.

“Hey babe,” Rob whispered as he embraced her with a passionate kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, honey,” Liz answered. “Dinner’s ready in the kitchen.”

“Good girl,” Rob grinned as he gave her a playful swat on the seat of her jeans when she turned to set out the plates.

During dinner they discussed their plans for the weekend and Liz went through her extended family and reminded Rob of who was who. You know, “Aunt Jane still smokes, but she won’t admit it and Uncle Tom talks politics all day long and Lucy still spends every penny that comes her way, etc. Once dinner was finished and the dishes cleared away, Liz wanted to start loading the bags in the explorer so they could get an early start in the morning.

“Slow down there, young lady!” Rob called as Liz started to pick up a bag and head for the door. “Tomorrow’s not going to get here any faster with those bags in the car, and I want to talk with you for a minute.”

Rob led her to living room and sat down in the middle of the couch. He beckoned for Liz to follow him and then guided her across his knee.

“Honey! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

A firm slap came down across her jeans. “Shush.” Rob stated firmly. He then rested his large hand across the round hump of her bottom and gently rubbed, before he proceeded with his “discussion.”

“You did a wonderful job during dinner bringing me up to date on all the going’s on with your family, but you failed to mention one little detail that you need to prepare yourself for. Dr. (swat) Pepper! (swat, swat!)

“Ow!” Liz squealed, more out of delight than true pain. “I haven’t had a Dr. Pepper in over a month and you know it!”

“Yes, I know, and I am very proud of you for sticking to your guns on this issue. Besides, I would wear you out if I found out you had one. You have lost 6 of the 15 pounds that you asked me to help you with. I have only had to spank you twice since you asked for my help, but this is going to be a reminder spanking tonight because I know that between your sisters and your Aunt Jane, that house is going to be fully stocked with Dr. Pepper, on every countertop and at every seat at the table, morning, noon and night. I also know your history with drinking Dr. Pepper night and day during college and the cravings that you have shared with me over the past few months. It would not be fair to you for me to throw you out to the wolves without being right behind you (literally) to support you. It’s not going to be easy to stay strong, but I would rather give you this spanking tonight than have to wear you out during our vacation, so, this is my attempt to prepare you for what lies ahead this weekend.”

With the end of his discussion, he proceeded to let his hands do the talking. He started with a long, slow warm-up that actually felt quite nice and Liz was hoping that he might just end right there and take her straight to the bedroom….no such luck. He then stood her up and unbuttoned her jeans, removing them and her panties, before continuing to pepper her bottom with harder spanks all across her bottom. She was starting to squirm from the pain and began pleading her promises of not drinking any Dr. Pepper all weekend. Rob continued to spank up and down her cheeks, as well as just underneath her cheeks, until they were rosy red. After several minutes he suddenly started to rub and squeeze. Liz let out a gasp of relief from the end of the spanking as well as a gasp of pain at the friction on her very warm, tender bottom.

When Rob let her up, Liz turned to him, sat on his lap and smiled. “Thank you. That was just what I needed. I didn’t even realize it, but I needed to know that you are going to keep me accountable, even while on vacation. You’re right. I will be tempted, but knowing that you are serious about helping me with this decision will help me refrain.”

“Good, because if I find out you’ve had one, I will wear you out!”

She knew the seriousness of Rob’s voice and did not want to question his authority, but in the back of her mind she wondered just how he would manage that when they would be guests in somebody else’s home, full of other people, without the privacy of their own home. But, at the same time, she really did not want to find out.

The next morning, they awoke early, got the explorer loaded and set out for the mountains. Rob noticed the occasional grimace or change in position as Liz tried to find a comfortable way to sit on a still tender backside. He smiled his devilish grin and asked, “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t get comfortable?”

“You know exactly what the matter is!” Liz almost laughed.

“Just be thankful that was only a reminder…”

Three hours later they were greeting family with warm embraces and constant chatter about the latest events in each other’s lives. Liz’s Aunt Jane led her and Rob out to the garage, separated from the house, that had a small apartment upstairs.

“We thought you newlyweds would probably like to have a little privacy away from the hustle and bustle in the house all weekend,” Aunt Jane explained.

“Well, that was very thoughtful of you,” Rob answered, with the same evil grin directed back at Liz.

Once their bags were unloaded and they got settled in their accommodations, Rob and Liz went down to the main house to visit with the rest of the family. Liz’s eyes immediately fixated on the kitchen countertop. Eight cases of Dr. Pepper were stacked up and about 6 more cans were sitting out around the table. Everyone she saw was holding a Dr. Pepper in their hands. Liz felt her knees getting weak as she suddenly realized how hard this weekend was going to be, until she felt Rob’s strong arms wrap around her from behind and he gently whispered in her ear, “You can do this. You are strong and I am here to help you.”

“Hey Liz, grab a cold Dr. Pepper and come play pool with us!” her sister Lucy called from the game room. Just then Uncle Tom opened the fridge and Liz’s eyes widened once again when she saw what seemed to be 30 more Dr. Peppers stacked up in the fridge. “This is going to be a looong weekend,” Liz thought to herself.

Rob’s hand firmly squeezed Liz’s shoulder and she weakly replied, “Uh, no thanks. I’m not really thirsty. We stopped on the road not too long ago.”

Overhearing the conversation, Aunt Jane piped in, “Well, just make yourself at home, sweetie. We made sure we stocked up on all y’alls favorites, so just help yourself to anything you want.”

“Thank you.” Liz replied as she tried to find a corner to hide in without Dr. Pepper staring back at her.

After spending a few hours playing games and visiting with family, Liz and Rob retreated to their bedroom above the garage before dinner that night.

“This is going to be SO HARD!! It’s not fair! They’re practically shoving Dr. Pepper down my throat! It’s everywhere! It’s a conspiracy to get me spanked!” Liz wailed into Rob’s shoulder when they were in their room.

“Now calm down. You know very well that no one out there knows what will happen if you decide to give in to temptation. And you need to remember that you are the one who asked me to hold you accountable.” Rob’s voice was slow and controlled, but it had the sound of a warning to it. “We are going to enjoy our Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is just as much water and juice available as there is Dr. Pepper. You’ve got to get control of yourself, before I do it for you.” The warning was now very clear.

Liz composed herself and later that night, when she was offered Dr. Pepper once again, she politely explained that she had stopped drinking it several months ago to help maintain a healthy lifestyle. Though surprised, everyone respected her wishes and didn’t bring it up again.

Thanksgiving Day was just wonderful with plenty of good food and old family stories shared across the table. Liz was feeling good and proud of herself for standing up to the temptation and enjoying spending the time with her family. Thursday night all the guys started talking about going hunting in the morning. Aunt Jane then suggested that the girls spend the day shopping the Black Friday sales. So, it was decided. The next morning everyone woke up at 4am….the guys dressed for hunting deer….the girls dressed for hunting bargains.

“Have a good day, babe. Remember our budget in the checking account. I’m not planning on eating beans and rice for the rest of my life.” Rob finished his mini-lecture with a pop to Liz’s backside. Liz instinctively rubbed her bottom and stuck out her bottom lip until Rob embraced her in another one of his passionate kisses that always brought a smile to her face.

The girls started their shopping trip early, with lots of excitement and energy. By 8am, however, the crowds and lack of sleep were taking a toll on their energy. Liz’s middle sister, Leah, suggested they stop for a “pick-me-up.” Of course, her idea of a pick-me-up was a Dr. Pepper. The three sisters sat down and Aunt Jane soon brought four large Dr. Peppers to the table. Liz almost gasped at the sight of the drink. She could hear two different voices whispering in her ears.

“Go ahead, it’s just one and you’ve done so much walking today you’ve already burned the calories in it. How can you turn it down after your Aunt Jane was nice enough to buy it for you?”

“Water! Order water! You know Rob will wear out your butt if he finds out!”

“He won’t find out. Besides, he’s too busy hanging out with the guys. He obviously doesn’t even care.”

Liz decided she just couldn’t turn away the Dr. Pepper staring her in the face and began to slowly drink it. Before she knew it, the large Dr. Pepper was empty, and suddenly she felt sick to her stomach. She felt horrible for letting herself down and for letting down Rob. She also knew that somehow or another Rob would find out and her backside would be toast.

While they were still resting, Aunt Jane and Leah left for a few minutes to take a walk. “Gotta get their smokes,” Lucy whispered.

“What? Since when does Leah smoke?” Liz asked, confused.

“Whenever she can get away with it from what I understand. Mike doesn’t like it one bit.”

The girls finished some more shopping and decided to call it a day. They carried in all their packages, Lucy carrying the most, and crashed in the living room for a short nap until the men made it back home. Liz woke up even more nervous than before. As soon as the truck pulled up to the house, she rushed out to greet Rob.

“Hey babe! How was your trip?” she managed to squeak out.

“Eh, it was alright. No deer for supper, but we had a good time talking, just us guys. What’s the matter, babe. You seem nervous.”

Ughh! He saw right through her! “Nothing, nothing’s the matter. Come inside for some cocoa.” Liz turned and headed to the house with Rob shaking his head, knowing that something was wrong.

Sitting at the table, everyone began talking about their day. The guys seemed to have really bonded during their hunting trip and were still cracking jokes with each other. The laughter took some of the edge away for Liz, until Aunt Jane offered her another Dr. Pepper.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. Remember, I’m not drinking those anymore,” Liz barely managed to stammer and tried to think of a way to escape.

“Oh yeah, but I just thought since you had one this morning maybe you had changed your mind. No problem.”

Liz could feel Rob’s eyes digging into her, waiting for an explanation, but she couldn’t manage to look at him. Soon, the conversation changed to the girls’ purchases and Aunt Jane started going on and on about all the bargains Lucy had found and how Lucy almost bought out an entire store! Lucy’s husband, Chris, sat quietly, but was obviously upset by his wife’s uncontrollable spending habits. Soon, Leah started coughing and Aunt Jane commented, “Oh, it was so cold and windy outside today.  We probably shouldn’t have been smoking out there.” Mike, as well as the other men, suddenly turned all eyes to Leah. She looked like she wanted to crawl under the table just as much as Liz. Just as an uncomfortable silence crept around the table, Mike politely excused himself and Leah to their bedroom in the basement. Chris quickly followed suit as he practically pushed Lucy up the stairs. Rob then excused himself and Liz out to their room above the garage.

“Was it something I said?” Aunt Jane asked, looking around and seeing only her husband at the table.

“I think it was more something you did. Tell me, whose idea was it to take the girls, including “spend-a-lot Lucy,” shopping today? And let me guess, who ordered Dr. Pepper for Liz today after she had told you that she stopped drinking them? And, pray tell, who did Leah bum a cigarette off of today? And since when do you think it's ok to offer cigarettes to your young nieces? You know very well that we are trying to get you to quit. There's no sense in getting any of those sweet girls caught up in that nastiness!” Uncle Tom’s eyes were now staring expectantly at his wife.

“Well….I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted the girls to have a good time.”

“I know you didn’t, but I had a nice long chat with the guys earlier today, and let’s just say that they take care of business with their wives the same way that I take care of business around here. And I think we need to go have a little talk down at the barn.” Uncle Tom pulled Aunt Jane up from the table and led her outside.

“Tom! You don’t mean…..”

“Yes, I do!”

Meanwhile, Rob and Liz had just reached the door to their room.

“Honey! It was just one little Dr. Pepper. Aunt Jane bought it for me and I couldn’t turn it down. That would have been rude. And we did so much walking today that I’m sure I’ve already burned all the calories!! It’s been so long…just one’s not gonna make any difference!” Rob did not respond, but continued to pull her into the bedroom. He put his hand up, signaling for Liz to stop arguing and to listen. She did so, but was already crying quietly.

“Go get the paddle out of the green bag.”

“But I didn’t pack the paddle.” She sure as heck wouldn’t have done anything that foolish! If he was going to spank her, then he would just have to use his hand.

“I know you didn’t pack it. That’s why I did. Now go get it.”

Feeling defeated, Liz slowly walked to the green bag and found the paddle in the outside pocket. She returned to him and he quietly unbuttoned her jeans and positioned her across his lap.

“I’m very disappointed in you babe.” Just that statement alone was punishment enough and Liz’s tears became uncontrollable. She was already sobbing how sorry she was and Rob hadn’t even administered the first swat.

“Do you know why we are here?”

“Yes” she managed to whisper.

“Good. Do I need to know anything else, other than you drank a Dr. Pepper today, even though you knew it was forbidden?”

“No, except that I am so sorry!” Liz continued to cry softly.

“I know you are, babe. And I am a man of my word.” With that final statement, Rob began to spank with his hand, harder than he had ever spanked her before. Liz was crying out loudly now and trying to get away, but Rob had her legs pinned between his own. After a very brief “warm-up” that had Liz ready to jump out of her skin, he picked up the paddle and applied deliberate strokes all over her already sore bottom. The pain was greater than Liz remembered any previous spanking, and Rob was determined to make an impression because he did not want to have to do this again. After about 40 strokes, he laid the paddle down beside him on the bed and started rubbing Liz’s back. She continued to cry as Rob leaned down and whispered “It’s over, babe. All over. I love you.” Liz continued to cry as Rob rubbed her back and then gently laid her down in the bed. He got some lotion out of the bag and began to massage her tender bottom. The cool lotion made Liz jump at first, but then it was soothing to feel his large hands that had just recently been so hard and firm, become soft and gentle as he massaged.

“Come on, babe. Time to get up. We need to go down and help get dinner ready.”

Liz looked at the clock. 5 o’clock already? She must have slept for over an hour.

“What have you been doing all this time?” Liz asked.

“Just rubbing your back and watching you sleep. You are beautiful, even with a red backside!” They both laughed and then Liz started to get up, only to be quickly reminded how sore her bottom was. She grimaced and opted for a comfy pair of sweats rather than pulling her jeans back on. She washed her face and did her best to conceal her swollen eyes and runny nose.

Back in the house, Liz found her sisters and Aunt Jane working quietly in the kitchen getting some leftovers heated up for dinner. Surprisingly, all four women had changed into sweatpants and tried to avoid direct eye contact with each other. The four men were all sitting in the living room, with a football game on in the background, watching their wives, admiring their handiwork, and smiling.

“All in a day’s work, boys. All in a day’s work,” Uncle Tom proclaimed.

~o~


Mary, thank you so much for your contribution. I haven't heard from you in years, but as always my door is wide opened for another story or for you to just drop by. If anyone else has a story for Fantasy Friday please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thankful Day!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving
 even if it's not an official holiday for you.

Today I'm thankful for
wonderful food.




In-laws that, while not perfect, 
never argue.




My beautiful Mollie is
 home with us.


My son and his husband have a beautiful
thanksgiving with their friends in New York.



And I'm so thankful for my lovely, funny
intelligent, delightful blogging friends.
I hope everyone has a great day.




Sunday, November 20, 2016

Up dates on this, that and the other

I had a wonderful LOL day. I could tell by by stats that many people stopped by and I am very happy to say that I heard from twelve friends. This was either their very first time comment or they had only commented once or twice before over the years. I thank those twelve sincerely and I really hope that they will be back and comment more often.

On the retirement front, I have seventeen teaching days left. I told
my students last Friday that I’d be retiring at Christmas. They were surprised and some seemed sad. Many were kind enough to tell me they wanted me to stay and that I was their favorite teacher. Not always true, but they were being sweet. I think my favorite comment of the day was what one student told my partner, “I hope they get someone just like Ms. PK as her replacement. You know, someone basically nice, but a little sassy.”

On the diabetic front, one part is going well. My blood sugar is doing pretty well. It’s staying mostly between eighty and one hundred twenty. The doctor is please with that, but I’m not losing any weight. I plan to join a gym soon so hopefully I’ll have better news on the weight loss soon.


And finally on the fire front, the news isn’t good at all. Over 10,000 acres are burning and the poor over worked firefighters just aren’t able to make much progress.  The fires themselves aren’t near us, but the smoke! The smoke is really bad at times. Friday afternoon was the worst yet. The smoke was really thick when I came out of school and there was so much ash in the air. Today was much better here, but that was because the wind was blowing hard and whipping the smoke away. But you can imagine what that wind is doing to the fire itself. The overall air quality in this part of the state is in the danger zone. No outside activities are allowed at school. That includes everything from recess to football games. That doesn’t effect my classes too much, but Mollie is feeling the loss of recess keenly! There is no relief in sight. Not a drop of rain and none in the forecast. And I’m worried that it’s even worse where Katie’s son is. So please keep praying we get some rain.




Saturday, November 19, 2016

Love our Lurkers - with a twist

I'm so very happy to have heard from people who rarely comment. I love getting to hear from you and I really hope more of you will stop by today!



Eleven years of Love our Lurkers day. I’m proud to say I was here at the beginning. This day always brings me back to when I first discovered blogs. I was so excited to find them, so excited to find people who shared my somewhat unusual interest. I was thrilled but so hesitant to join in the conversation with a comment. First off, I had no first hand experience – I’d never been spanked and I wasn’t planning to share my desire with my husband. I got over this because I was overcome with questions and I couldn’t stop myself from asking them.

But a second reason holding me back in those earliest days was the feeling that everyone who blogged and commented were part of a close knit group and I was very reluctant, as a stranger, to insert myself into these close friendships. I realize now that that simply wasn’t true. When I first began I thought everyone was a true expert on the subject of spanking and knew all the ends and outs of blogging – even if they had only begun the week before me. It just wasn’t true that everyone knew one another.

Now it’s true that I have developed many special friendships out here in eleven years. These friendships mean more to me than anyone can realize. But they all began the same way – they left a comment, or I left one for them. At that time neither of us could have realized where that one comment might lead. We rarely thought it would lead to anything. It was simply a way to say, ‘I like what you wrote and I’m glad I read it.’ You have no idea what a simple comment like this can mean to a blogger/writer.

So this year I am doing LOL Day differently. Today I am giving a heartfelt invitation to those who read here but have never, or rarely, left a comment to please say hello. Staying anonymous is just fine, but a made up name to leave helps me if you ever comment again or email. No one enjoys getting comments more than I do, I’m certain of that, but for today my invitation is only to my silent readers. I don’t want to overwhelm the quiet readers. I’m hoping that they will take the plunge and not leave me commentless on this LOL Day.

I’m asking that if you 
usually comment on my site, 
or if we email one another, 
please don’t comment today. 

And to these lovely quiet readers, if you feel more comfortable emailing to say hello, please do. My email is elisspeaks@yahoo.com  If you’re hesitant about using your real email, don’t be. I’ve been talking with folks and receiving Fantasy Friday stories for over a decade and never once have I revealed the email of a reader to anyone I don’t think I’d still be around eleven years later if I had.

Ok silent readers, it’s up to you. I hope I’ll have comments and as always I promise to respond to each one. I sure hope you come by.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Remorse (Yep, one day early)

Yes we're a day early this week and for a very good cause. Tomorrow begins Love our Lurkers Day and I really home everyone who reads Fantasy Friday will take the time to make the rounds. 

Today's story is a re-run from one of my favorite authors of all time. I love her stories, I love her books - to be honest, I love her! This story is from our own Sunny Girl (Leigh Smith) and if you some great books to read head to her author page to check out Sunny's work.

Remorse

They had been married for ten months when he spanked her for the first time. He had threatened many times before but had only swatted her butt a time or two. That first spanking was a doozy. She had gone on a trip with her friends after he told her it was too expensive and he didn’t want her going without him. She went anyway. Much to her surprise, he showed up and in front of her friends he put her over his knee and spanked the hell out of her. That was an eye opener. She never doubted his threats again.

It was twenty-three years later and they were having the same argument. She wanted to attend the Tri Delt (Delta Delta Delta) chapter reunion. Expense wasn’t an issue this time. She had recently overcome a health problem and Don didn’t want her to overtax herself until she was fully recovered. He was sure that once she got together with her “wacky” group of friends, all thoughts of well-being would fly right out of her head. She told him he could go with her and keep an eye on her. He said he did not want to go and he didn’t want her going either. He suggested she forego this trip and get together with her friends and their husbands at a mutually agreeable destination later in the year. She would be fully recovered by then and wouldn’t have to worry about any relapses.

Carolyn thought this was a good idea and suggested it to her group. They too thought it would be fun. Unfortunately, between work schedules, family issues and a location that was mutually acceptable to six other couples the idea was proving to be unrealistic.

Finally, Carolyn came to the conclusion it would just be easier to attend the high school reunion. She continued to try to get Don to agree. He remained steadfast. She finally gave in and told him he won. She would not attend.

She sulked and pouted for days and Don decided to surprise her with a quickie trip the weekend of the reunion. He booked a reservation at an oceanside hotel they loved. He was keeping it as a surprise. Don had to travel out of town on business the week of the surprise. He was due back on Thursday night and would tell her about the trip then. They could take a leisurely drive on Friday afternoon and spend the weekend relaxing on the beach.

On Wednesday the week of the reunion, Carolyn got a call from Rosie. She was together with Nancy and Jean and the rest of the group was due in later that evening. They called to see if maybe she had changed her mind and would be coming after all. They were all laughing and chatting in the background and she hated she would be missing all the excitement. She decided the hell with it – she was going to go. Don was being unreasonable. She would just not overdo.

She made a plane reservation, packed her bag and called a taxi to take her to the airport. She left Don a note, tacked it to the message board and off she went.

When she got to the hotel, she was unable to get a room because everything was booked. She dialed Rosie’s room and said she was downstairs but couldn’t get a room. Rosie said no problem she could stay with her. She gave her the room number and Carolyn went up and joined her friends. Nancy asked what made Don change his mind. Carolyn said he hadn’t, he was out of town and she just left him a note. Nancy shook her head and asked if she hadn’t remembered what happened the last time she pulled this stunt. Carolyn said she remembered but this was different. She left him a note and besides he wouldn’t do that again. Nancy said not to be so sure - he hadn’t mellowed that much in twenty-three years.

Carolyn and her friends went out to dinner and caught up on their lives since last they met. The next day was the first official day of the DDD convention. Carolyn was able to register and planned on attending some of the symposiums and was going to meet her friends for the fashion show luncheon. In one of the symposiums it was requested that people silence their cell phones. She looked for her phone and it wasn’t in her purse. She would have to look for it in the room later.

Carolyn didn’t think of it again until they were at dinner that evening when Rosie’s phone rang. Rosie didn’t answer but had it sent to voice mail. They finished dinner and visited the hotel piano bar and had a couple of cocktails before retiring. Once they got back to the room, Rosie checked her messages and there were three of them from Don. She wondered why Don was calling her instead of Carolyn. She asked Carolyn and Carolyn remembered she didn’t have her phone in her purse. She looked around the room and couldn’t find it. Oh my God, I can’t find my phone. Don must have been trying to call me. He must be frantic. She went into the bedroom and placed a call to Don. He picked up on the first ring.

“Are you alright? Where are you? Asked Don all concerned. Your phone is here on the counter, the car is in the garage.

Carolyn responded she was fine. She apologized because she hadn’t realized she didn’t have her phone.

“Didn’t you see my note on the Message Board?” She asked.

“There is no note on the message board” responded Don.

Carolyn said she wrote a note and tacked it to the message board. He asked if she actually tacked it or just left a post it. She responded she just left a post it. He checked and sure enough it was on the floor under the counter.

“Oh, so you completely disregarded me and went to the convention even after I said I didn’t want you to go.”

“Oh, Don. I didn’t plan on it but Rosie called Wednesday night and I just couldn’t stand not being there.” Don’t be angry with me. I promise I won’t overdo.”

Don was so quiet; Carolyn thought the connection had been severed. She asked if he was still there. His voice was deadly calm and quiet.

“Yes, I am still here. I can’t talk to you right now because I am so angry with you. I’m glad you’re alright.” He hung up.

She tried calling back and the call went to voicemail. Carolyn was really worried now. She knew she was in big trouble. Maybe she should see if she could get a plane ride out early tomorrow morning. She decided to try to sleep and make a decision in the morning. She took her nightly meds and slipped into bed. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. She didn’t feel well so she got up and tried to read. She continued to feel ill. She was very nauseous and feeling very clammy. She was scared. She woke Rosie and asked her to take her to the Emergency Room.



When they got to the ER, they ran a series of tests and everything seemed normal. They asked her what meds she had taken. It was determined that her meds combined with cocktails at dinner and the tension caused by her conversation with Don had caused a stress attack. They suggested she reduce her tension and stay away from alcohol while taking her current medications.

She felt so foolish. Rosie took her back to the hotel and Carolyn said she was so glad Don would not know about this. Little did she know the hospital insurance office would call Don to verify a problem with his member number?

Carolyn decided to go home early. Maybe it would mollify Don if she came home before the end of the convention. She was able to catch a flight that got her in early afternoon. She took a taxi home. Don wasn’t home when she got there. Oh good. She would make him a nice dinner and hope for the best.

Don got home about forty-five minutes later. He walked in the door and saw her in the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arm, hugged and kissed her and then went to the kitchen drawer and removed the spatula. He bent her over the counter, pulled down her jeans and blistered her behind. She was howling for him to stop but he just kept spanking her.

When he finally quit, he stood her up and roughly sat her in the kitchen chair and told her to sit there while he lectured her about her total disregard for his wishes. She was sobbing about how sorry she was. He asked if she was sorry because she got spanked or sorry because she had gone against his wishes or sorry because she had jeopardized her health and ended up in the emergency room. Carolyn sobered up quickly at the mention of the hospital.

“How did you know about the hospital? She quietly asked.



He told her the insurance company needed a verification of their number. Then he called Rosie and got the rest of the story.

“Don’t be angry with Rosie,” he said. “I was going to come get you but she told me you were already on your way home and you were fine and I could get the rest of the details from you. But I gather from your response you weren’t going to tell me that little detail.”

He said he hoped she had enjoyed her little escapade because it cost her a weekend at The Tradewinds. He told her about the plans he had made for their little getaway. She said they could still go.

“Not a chance” he said. Besides, I am not sure you’ve been spanked enough. Your bottom may be too sore to sit comfortably for a car ride.

Just then the phone rang. Don picked it up. It was Rosie checking on Carolyn. He handed the phone to Carolyn and she told her friend she was fine if you didn’t count that her bum was about the color of her name and she might be headed for more.

Don laughed and kissed the top of her head.


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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Rain Dance Anyone?

Seriously if any of you know a good rain dance – start hoofing! There is no danger to me and mine from fire right at this moment, but the air quality is getting really bad. Elementary school in my county and in Mollie’s county aren’t letting the kids go out on the playground because of so much smoke in the air. We’re used to getting rain nearly weekly, certainly every other week, but it’s been forty days with out a significant drop. And there is no rain in the foreseeable future. Super dry leaves have fallen and while many of the fires are creeping, they are nearly impossible to stop. We’ll take any prayers for rain you got!