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, November 15, 2019

Day two - Love our Lurkers

Here we are on the second day of Loving our Lurkers. I really appreciate everyone who came by and especially those who left a comment. Fantasy Friday will be a day late, come back tomorrow.

I'd still like to hear from you if you come here to read. Of course, that only if you're comfortable. You are more than welcome to email me. You might be thinking, 'I don't want this stranger to have my email address,' but please think about this - I wouldn't have been here for thirteen years talking to folks if I wasn't fiercely protective of my friends privacy.

So if you want to say hello, ask a question or even talk about Cassie I would really love to hear from you. 


elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

I left Viola's letter up because it's important to me. I hope you'll read it if you missed it yesterday.


For the last few years I have read your blogs everyday but remained silent.  Thank you to PK for allowing me to express my gratitude.  Not all of your lurkers may be ready to speak up this November.  Here are some of the things that many of your silent readers and I have wanted to say to you.

Thank you to all bloggers who post regularly.  You provide a sense of comfort and predictability to our daily routine.

Thank you to all who comment.  Not only do you validate and encourage friends, but you offer broader perspective and additional insight.

Thank you to all who maintain a blogroll.  You help promote the efforts of friends and provide us newcomers with valuable links.

Thank you to bloggers who include archives.  You offer us an opportunity to get to know you and provide a wealth of experience and documentation over time.  

Thank you to all who offer inspiration.  You remind us of the importance of mindfulness, gratitude, self-care, creativity, and finding balance in our daily lives.

Thank you to all who inject humor into their blogs.  You help us laugh at ourselves and relieve our stress with jokes, cartoons, pictures, and accounts of your daily experiences.  

Thank you to all who post fiction.  Your stories provide entertainment, help us understand ourselves and each other, and increase our connection. 

Thank you to all who talk about spankings.  In case you were thinking I might have stumbled into the wrong group, your readers appreciate all the details.

Thank you to all who have kept blogs public.  Despite invasions of privacy, frustrations, misunderstandings, disappointments, and lack of encouragement, you continue.

Thank you to all who express a depth of feeling.  You share your anger and setbacks as well as your triumphs which helps us deal with the challenges of our relationships. 

Thank you to all who discuss organizational tools to maintain a successful dynamic.  You help us integrate planning, scheduling, journaling and reflection.  

Thank you to all who include "how-to" guides.  Learning how your relationship began and how it has evolved with any rules, rituals, routines and protocols is so useful to newcomers.  

Thank you to partners and spouses who encourage blogging.  Your thoughts and feelings are important for us to hear.  

Thank you to all who include culture and entertainment.  Explaining holiday traditions and customs across continents is interesting as well as sharing suggestions for books, movies, music and recipes.  

Thank you to all who no longer post but keep their blogs open.  Your story may impact readers years after you have moved on to pursue other interests.

Finally, I would like to share the words of William Arthur Ward with you silent ones.  "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."   Please post a comment or send an email to a blogger who has touched you in some way.  It will be appreciated.  

Thank you all,
Viola


Thank you for everything you said, Viola. Your words are much appreciated and please remember ...




Thursday, November 14, 2019

Loving our Lurkers!




I’ve had the privilege of participating in Love our Lurkers day since it was first introduced by Eva and Bonnie, fourteen years ago. I spend a lot of time thinking about my silent readers. Do they come every day and check to see if there is a new post? Do they wander by once a month? Are they disappointed that I don’t post much on topic? Do they sometimes read the archives? Why won’t they talk to me? Don’t they realize how much I enjoy getting a comment or an email from people who have found something interesting in what I’ve said?

Recently I had that very thing happen. A silent reader sent me an email and as we’ve written back and forth to one another we’ve become friends. With LOL Day coming up she wrote the following. It’s a gift to all of us who blog – past, present and future. As a blogger I can tell you this really touched me as I’m sure it will other who post out here. Thank you so much!


For the last few years I have read your blogs everyday but remained silent.  Thank you to PK for allowing me to express my gratitude.  Not all of your lurkers may be ready to speak up this November.  Here are some of the things that many of your silent readers and I have wanted to say to you.

Thank you to all bloggers who post regularly.  You provide a sense of comfort and predictability to our daily routine.

Thank you to all who comment.  Not only do you validate and encourage friends, but you offer broader perspective and additional insight.

Thank you to all who maintain a blogroll.  You help promote the efforts of friends and provide us newcomers with valuable links.

Thank you to bloggers who include archives.  You offer us an opportunity to get to know you and provide a wealth of experience and documentation over time.  

Thank you to all who offer inspiration.  You remind us of the importance of mindfulness, gratitude, self-care, creativity, and finding balance in our daily lives.

Thank you to all who inject humor into their blogs.  You help us laugh at ourselves and relieve our stress with jokes, cartoons, pictures, and accounts of your daily experiences.  

Thank you to all who post fiction.  Your stories provide entertainment, help us understand ourselves and each other, and increase our connection. 

Thank you to all who talk about spankings.  In case you were thinking I might have stumbled into the wrong group, your readers appreciate all the details.

Thank you to all who have kept blogs public.  Despite invasions of privacy, frustrations, misunderstandings, disappointments, and lack of encouragement, you continue.

Thank you to all who express a depth of feeling.  You share your anger and setbacks as well as your triumphs which helps us deal with the challenges of our relationships. 

Thank you to all who discuss organizational tools to maintain a successful dynamic.  You help us integrate planning, scheduling, journaling and reflection.  

Thank you to all who include "how-to" guides.  Learning how your relationship began and how it has evolved with any rules, rituals, routines and protocols is so useful to newcomers.  

Thank you to partners and spouses who encourage blogging.  Your thoughts and feelings are important for us to hear.  

Thank you to all who include culture and entertainment.  Explaining holiday traditions and customs across continents is interesting as well as sharing suggestions for books, movies, music and recipes.  

Thank you to all who no longer post but keep their blogs open.  Your story may impact readers years after you have moved on to pursue other interests.

Finally, I would like to share the words of William Arthur Ward with you silent ones.  "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."   Please post a comment or send an email to a blogger who has touched you in some way.  It will be appreciated.  

Thank you all,
Viola


Thank you for everything you said, Viola. Your words are much appreciated and please remember ...




Tuesday, November 12, 2019

About the book signing…

I had a ball! I’m very taken with this book store. Our little town is working hard to revitalize itself and I think they are doing a great job. The man in charge of events designed to bring more people in is a lifelong friend of LJ’s. I mean really life long, they met when LJ was six months old. On a side note, at this man’s wedding LJ was a groomsman and the grooms younger brother was best man. His friend told the groomsmen that he had lined them up according to how long he had known them. LJ turned to the younger brother and said, “I think you’re in my spot.”

But this young man has done a great job with the town and I was surprised and delighted at the amount of business the book store was doing Saturday morning. With a little help from Mollie, here I am!



I was happily setting up my book display when the owner began marveling at my covers. She was very impressed and I give all the credit to Patty at Blushing Books. Many books in our genre seems to have variations of the same cover. Mine are different and I love them. The owner said they were the best covers for any of the local authors who had come for book signings. 

I chatted with everyone who came in and I was thoroughly enjoying myself when one woman came in and took a double take when she saw my name. She was a complete stranger to me. She rushed over and said, “I was talking to a friend last night and she was talking about you! She said she loved your books. How amazing to find you here this morning.”

I was dumbfounded and ask who her friend was, assuming it was someone I knew or had worked with. But I’d never heard of the woman and she lives nowhere near here. Do you think it was legit, or did she have me mixed up with someone else? Doesn’t matter, I was as happy as could be!

Meredith had told me to picture all my friends out here coming by. That wasn’t hard when Meredith herself walked in – okay, it wasn’t actually her, but it could have been her twin. We talked for a while, everyone was so friendly. 

Near the end of my time the owner came over to talk. She was so sweet. She told me my sales were the best of any local writer they had had – don’t get too excited, I didn’t sell a ton, but she told me many who had come hadn’t sold any. She also told me I was great at talking to the people who came in. LOL, Nick could have told her I could talk! I do like to talk and given the chance to talk about Cassie and the gang and my love of writing… well it’s a wonder I had a voice left.

But the owner told me of one writer who had come for a signing and had never looked up from his phone. And another very young writer who had been typing on her laptop the whole time. Did they expect someone to interrupted them to give them the privilege of discussing their work. Seriously?

My favorite shopper of the day was Mollie. I didn’t know if she was coming. Her feelings for my writing topic is definitely mixed at best. But she wandered the store and listened to me talking with people and signing a few books for folks. As she got ready to leave she came and gave me a big hug, whispering in my ear, “I’m so proud of you!”

I guess in my writing career it was the best day ever. 


Monday, November 11, 2019

How I spent my Sunday afternoon



It always make for an interesting afternoon when your sweet husband hand you a note and a blindfold. The note read, ‘Meet me in the bedroom wearing only this.’ Now I’m not the most obedient wife, but I do listen at times.

When I arrived I snuggled happily onto the bed and my helpful husband told me that in order to help my writing efforts he felt I needed an update on how certain implements felt. What a sweet guy. Actually I didn’t  - my memory was very accurate.

But it was a lovely afternoon in many, many ways! I just wanted everyone to know that while we’re not living the true TTWD lifestyle, we do know how to have a good time.

Friday, November 08, 2019

Fantasy Friday Revival - Do you understand?



Welcome back to Fantasy Friday Revival. When I came to this story in my archives,  I just nodded. If there is ever a reason to spank the woman you love, this is it. I think most of us that read and write out here will relate to this story way more that we want to and I bet we secretly wish out significant other would react the same way.

This story is also from a friend I'm not longer in contact with, Elaine. She was from the UK and I'd love to hear from her again.




Do You Understand?


Kate walked through the shopping centre, dragging her feet as she went. She hated shopping centres. All the clothes seemed designed for stick thin teenagers, not for large 26 year olds, who hated pretty much every part of their body. She’s always hated the way she looked, ever since she had hit puberty, and the puppy fat had come along for the ride. The trouble was that it had never gone away again, just sat there, increasing in volume over the years.

She’d tried all sorts of diets, but her heart was never in it. She’d loose some weight for a while, but then she would also lose her willpower, and the weight would gradually creep back on.
She sighed as she walked past yet another shop designed only for 16 year olds with
 size 8 figures and washboard stomachs. Ed caught her sigh and turned round, looking at her questioningly.

She still couldn’t quite believe that this gorgeous, good looking man still seemed to be interested in her, four months after they had first started going out. Actually, she couldn’t believe when he had first come up to her, at a party her friend Louise had dragged her along to, and asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink sometime. She’d had relationships before, of course, but at the moment she was the biggest she’d ever been and her self esteem was correspondingly at rock bottom. She had thought it might be a joke, maybe his friends had bet him that he wouldn’t ask out the fat girl… but he seemed sincere, and with Louise standing there, unsubtly jabbing her in the ribs, she had little choice but to agree. They’d gone out a few nights later, and had a lovely evening, and to her surprise, he’d asked her out again. And again. A month later they were officially an item.

Nowadays, they stayed over at each others places at least a couple of time a week, and to everyone else looked like a secure and happy couple. Not to Kate though. She still questioned every day what he saw in her, and why he wasn’t repulsed by her. She wondered again why she’d agreed when he invited himself along on her shopping trip. It was enough of ordeal trying to find clothes that actually fitted her and didn’t make her look like a sack of potatoes, all the time surrounded by skinny minnies, without having to have Ed realise exactly how big she was and come to the conclusion that he would rather be with someone thinner and prettier.

She sighed again. Ed stopped and turned around. “Katie, seriously, what is the matter? You’ve been miserable all day. This shopping trip was your idea. I thought this sort of thing was supposed to be fun, but the way you’re acting like its one step up from Chinese water torture. Come on; tell me, what’s the matter?”

She looked at him. He was standing there looking so lovely in jeans and a blue T-Shirt, his dark hair catching in the sunlight. He’d never get why she felt the way she did, and what’s more, her insecurities would probably drive him away.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just got PMS…”

He glared at her, “Katie, don’t lie to me, your period finished a week ago, there is no way you have PMS. Seriously, what gives?”

She looked at him again, standing there so confident and sure of himself, and something inside her snapped.

“Oh you’d never bloody well understand! It’s alright for you; you’re so damn sure of yourself! You don’t know what it’s like to spend your whole life feeling fat and ugly!”

Ed just stood there, looking shocked. “Kate, is that how you see yourself? As fat and ugly?”

Katie glared at him “Of course I do! And so does everyone else. Women like me are always the fat cows. We’re always the butt of jokes. The world is full of skinny, bitchy teenagers, and everything is designed to fit them, and not big fat ugly people like me!!” And with that she burst into tears and sat down on a nearby bench, sobbing her heart out.

Ed sat down next to her and gently pulled her into a cuddle.

“Katie, listen to me, I do NOT think you are fat or ugly. To me you are a gorgeous, voluptuous, beautiful woman. I could never go out with some stick insect, they do nothing for me. I need my woman to have curves, and to look like a real woman.” He turned her face to him and looked her in the eyes. “Do you understand?” he asked.

Kate choked back a sob and responded. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. You can’t possibly really find me attractive.”

Ed was the one to sigh this time. “Right, we are giving up on the shopping trip, we’re going back to my place and I’m going to make you believe I’m telling you the truth.”

“Fine!” Kate got up, “I’d rather be anywhere but here right now.”

Half an hour later they were back at Ed’s flat and Kate was sitting on his sofa, having a drink of water. Ed walked back into the room and looked at her. “Have you calmed down?” Kate nodded. “Good. Now this is what’s going to happen. I want you to stand up and undress.”

Kate looked up, startled. “In the middle of your living room? In the middle of the day??” She had always avoided getting undressed in front of him, finding ways to avoid him seeing her completely naked, except in the semi darkness. He looked right back at her. “Yup. Right here, right now.”

Something in his tone compelled her to do as he said, though she couldn’t for the life of her think why. She took off her cardigan, and then her skirt and top, slowly, but in no way trying to tantalise. She stood there in her bra and knickers, feeling very embarrassed. Ed looked at her and smiled. “And the rest…”

“Please Ed, no, I’m embarrassed. Don’t make me…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to come over there and help?”

She most definitely didn’t, and in response she slowly took off her bra, covering her breasts with one hand. He looked down at her knickers, meaningfully. She sighed, and awkwardly, using just one hand while still trying to keep her breasts covered, pulled them down. Then she quickly put her hand over her crotch.

Ed smiled. “Good. Now I want you to put your hands by your sides. I want to be able to see you in all your glory.”

Kate’s arms shook as she them away and put them by her sides. She looked down at the floor, cheeks flaming with shame. Ed got up and walked over to her. He stood in front of her.

“Katie, I want you to look at me.”
With difficulty, she raised her gaze to meet his, still hot with embarrassment. He raised his hand, and his finger traced the contours of her face.

“Katherine Lucy Morton, I want you to understand that I love you, and I think you’re beautiful”.

She dropped her gaze again, unable to believe him. He took her chin between his hands and brought her eyes up to meet his. While he was holding her gaze, his other hand carried on tracing.

“I love your beautiful eyes, and your smile. Your shoulders, your arms…. I adore you big, bouncy breasts” he continued, trailing a finger round her nipples, making them erect.

“I love your curves, and your stomach, and that gorgeous pussy, but most of all, I love your beautiful round bum”. His hand rested on it.

Kate stood there. She didn’t know how to respond. She was turned on, but embarrassed by the compliments being directed at her. Ed continued to look her in the eyes and carried on speaking.

“Katie,” it really upsets me that you think this way about yourself. That you have such low self esteem, and talk about yourself in such derogatory terms. I want that to change. I want you to appreciate just how sexy you are, and to stop putting yourself down constantly. And I’m going to make that happen by doing something I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I met you.”
With this, he took her by the arm and walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Kate looked at him, confused.

“In a minute”, he continued, “you’re going to put yourself over my lap, and I’m going to spank you. No, listen! For two reasons. One is because you are just so damn sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this for four months, but the other reason is that I want you to start to learn that it’s not acceptable to think or talk about yourself in such a way, and hoping this will help you realise that.”

Kate looked at him in disbelief. He had to be kidding. Spanked? Like some little child?! No way! She started to move away, but he still had hold of her arm. He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I would like you to get over my knee of your own accord, but I will put you over it if I have to.” His tone became more serious. “Katie, I promise you that I won’t go too far, or hurt you, or give you more than you can take. I love you, and I think this will be good for you”.

She looked at him uncertainly, but something in his tone reassured her. Still not quite able to believe what she was doing, she awkwardly lowered herself across his lap, so that her torso and arms were resting on the sofa. He put one arm around her waist, and the other hand gently rubbed her bottom, she tensed.

“Just relax, OK?”

He rubbed a bit more, and, silly though she felt, lying as she was, she started to relax a little more. It was at that point that the first spank landed on her right cheek. It wasn’t hard, but the shock of it made her gasp. He rubbed the spot.

“That wasn’t too bad was it?”

“I suppose not”

In response, he delivered four crisp swats, alternating between cheeks. She gasped as each one landed, and the sting grew. But at the same time, she felt strangely aroused. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she laid her, and wondered at it. Ed was speaking again.

“Katie, I want you to understand that the kind of sentiments you were using earlier on are just not acceptable”. As he talked, he punctuated his words with more smacks, working all round her bottom, low and high. While none of was individually very hard, the sensation was building in her cheeks, and couldn’t help wiggling to try and ease it. He just gripped on to her waist harder, and started to spank harder, talking all the while.

“I love you, I think you are beautiful, and I want you to learn to love yourself, and to appreciate the beautiful body you have, in all its glory. I never want to hear you putting yourself down again. I care too much about you to want to see you hurting yourself with these thoughts.”

The sting in her bottom was quite fierce now, but in spite of that distracting her from his words; somehow what he was saying was getting through. He kept calling her beautiful. He kept saying that he loved her curves, and he obviously liked her bottom, or at least what he was doing to it, the evidence was easy to feel, pressing into her crotch. Maybe he really did mean what he was saying… Tears sprang to her eyes, caused both from the pain of the spanking, and the realisation that this man did actually seem to love her for who she was, and what she looked like.

He stopped spanking, and started rubbing gently, all over her bottom. The tears rolled down her face as she gave in to the emotions overwhelming her, and the feeling of being cared about. He pulled her upright, onto his lap, and wiped away a tear. He turned her chin so she was looking him in the eyes again.

“Now do you understand?”

~o~

Thanks Elaine! If you should ever wander by, I hope you'll drop me an email.  Everyone is invited to write a Fantasy Friday story for us. If you're willing please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com 



Tuesday, November 05, 2019

Nerves, excitement and frustration

I wanted to begin by complaining about the cold, but since so many of my blogging friends live in much colder climates, I really can’t. That said, it’s still cold!
I’m excited about this coming Saturday. I’ve been invited to our local book store to do a book signing! 


 I’m about equal parts nervous and excited. I realize that I might be alone all morning chatting with the books store owner, rather than avid readers. But I don’t care, I was happy to be asked and I’m anxious to see how it goes.
We spent part of this last weekend painting and shopping for new gas logs. There is still nothing moving forward on the redecorating. They did this – then everything stalled. What do you think of the look? Should I just learn to love it? 


The bookshelves are supposed to be in the process of being built and ready to go in this week or next. Then other things can happen, eventually.
Another thing caught my interest this weekend. Mollie and her friend decided to go to their old alma mater’s game. Okay, fine, but the weather was lousy! Torrential downpours, thunder and lightning, a dark curvy road to get there, extreme cold. You can picture it – the kind of night every mother want her daughter driving in. I met them as they came through town to grab the dog – Nick and I got to babysit, and to give her some rain pants and warm gloves.
She text shortly after they got there to tell me not to worry about her driving home in the rain – it was snowing. Yep, I felt much better. Anyway, she and her former roommate made it back in one piece, frozen but alive. Saturday it was pretty and clear and they went back to the mountains hiking.
Then on Sunday, out of the blue she pipes up, “I know you thought I went hiking yesterday with old roommate, but I didn’t. I went with a guy.”
I managed an, “Oh…”
“Yeah,” she went on, “he was at the game too.”
We were in the car so I didn’t even look over as I said, “Well, at least that’s a reason to have gone out in the storm.” I did catch an eye-roll. 
And then I said one of the most difficult things I’ve ever said in my life. I told her, “I’d love to hear more about it whenever you want to tell me. But I won’t ask any questions.” 
“Good,” she answered and that was the last word on the subject.


Arrrgggg…

For new readers my daughter isn’t some fifteen-year-old going on her first date. She’s a lovely twenty-seven-year-old going on her first date. Well maybe her second. I wanted to pin her down until I got every last detail. But I didn’t. I deserve a good mother metal!

Friday, November 01, 2019

Fantasy Friday Revival - I Can't Cry

(Note: When looking for today's story I ran across a story I'd written for Fantasy Friday back in 2008. It was the story of Cal and Jenny's first meeting. Many of my commenters encouraged me to write a second story to let them know what happened. I listened! And now that one Fantasy Friday story turned into a four book series. You just never know.)

Happy Friday everyone! I remember getting this back in 2008 and wondering if I’d written it. I surely understood it. But it wasn’t me – it was Jess, a friend and reader who wrote several great stories back in the day. I’d love to hear from you, Jess, if you’re still reading. I hope you enjoy…


I Can’t Cry

I have never been the type to cry easily. In fact, I hardly cry at all. The last time I cried was at a funeral for a co-worker who died much too young. Even my stubborn heart understands the finality of death. I don’t mean to say that I’m an unfeeling person, but my eyes just won’t cooperate when my body and soul need to cry. Some may think that I’m hiding my true feelings behind a tightly controlled facade, but his theory depends on the belief that that I am capable of crying. Am I, making a monumental effort to control the raging volcano of tears beneath the surface? I assure you this is not the case. The release of tension that comes with a good cry would be most welcome. And yet, my eyes betray my heart and remain woefully dry, under even the tensest of circumstances.

You may be wondering, why this obsession with crying? The answer is; stress. Stress should be a four letter word. It certainly seems to bring a number of four letter words to my mind when I am dealing with it. Some of the more popular relaxation methods I employ are: running away, exercise, overeating, drinking, leisure activities, wild sex and yes, crying. So, there I was, in one of the most stressful periods I have faced in years and all I could do was sit around and look sad. There were no tears for me, even when I mentally studied my life and relived great disappointments. My lip trembled and I felt a slight increase in the natural moisture in my eye. I tried to stay with it and ride the wave of emotion until the floodgates opened and…… nothing. Once again, I saw the forlorn look on my face in the mirror but nothing that suggests I had been on the verge of tears. I sighed loudly and added another memory to my list of woes, “I cannot cry.” Complaint number two hundred and fifty-six.

Enter my wonderful husband Gabriel. He knows me and the many layers I have created to protect myself. He also knows when I am on the edge of a cliff and need a little help to drag me back to solid ground. Gabe decided that a stress-relief spanking was in order. To the uninitiated, a stress-relief spanking is designed to help the receiver release tension while bonding her more closely with the person administering the spanking. Though this is undoubtedly an unconventional way to cope with stress; it works for us.

Gabe has been spanking me since the beginning of our relationship. Whenever I break an agreed-upon rule, I am punished by corporal means. If we need to reconnect emotionally, he often spanks me to break the ice. Of course, an erotic spanking during lovemaking can’t be beat. Was that horrible Pun? I do apologize. I sometimes think my most productive time is spent bent over with my panties at my knees for a fanny roasting.

“Robin!” Gabe appeared in the living room to see me sitting on the couch and staring out the window in a cloud of self-pity. “I think it’s time you stopped sulking and started doing something useful with your time, young lady,” Gabe admonished.

I looked at him insolently and deliberately turned my face away from him to stare out the window. Briefly, I considered the wisdom of my actions but then the moment passed and I continued nursing my bad mood.

Taking my hand gently but firmly, Gabe led me into our bedroom for a little talk. He began his lecture before we even got to the door, “I know you have had a lot on your plate lately, and you have been working very hard. But this miserable mood has gone on for too long.” Leading me to the bed, he sat down and pulled me between his legs facing him.

“It’s time to help you release some of the tension you have been holding in.” And with that, he loosened my trousers and let them drop to the floor. He guided me over his lap and adjusted my body until my bottom was at just the right angle. Without another word, Gabe laid a mighty swat across my cheeks. It was clear that this was not going to be an easy spanking. His handcame down hard, echoing throughout the room. I could feel a handprint shaped sting searing into my delicate backside. Before I adjusted to the pain, he began spanking in earnest. One slap after another branded my bottom. He started in the middle of each cheek and then moved side to side and up and down until my entire bottom was glowing red. I don’t know how many times his hand came down before he paused to rub.

“Shhhh,” he soothed. My breath was in rags and I was squirming to position myself safely away from his punishing hand. Gabe rubbed my back and said, “I don’t think you’re done yet. You’re still very tense.”

Who wouldn’t be tense when your butt us being blistered?, I thought. But I trusted Gabe to take care of me. He knew me well and he also knew I needed more. He reached under bed and picked something up. Apparently this little talk had been planned in advance. Gabe had put something especially for me within easy reach before he took me to our room. It didn’t take long to discover what it was.
Smack. I felt the paddle come down hard across both cheeks. Each strike with the paddle felt like a hot skillet on my rear end. The paddle came down again and again. I wiggled and howled, and despite my efforts to the contrary, my feet came off of the ground. “Put your feet on the ground or I will get my belt,” Gabe said sternly.

“Yes sir,” I said through gritted teeth. As my toes touched the ground, he raised the paddle and laid into me again. “Owww, oh, owwww,” I whined. Despite my distress, the spanking continued. I felt on the verge of tears. My entire bottom was on fire and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. “Oww, Gabe, owww,” I cried.

One last hard smack and he laid down the paddle. I went limp across his lap sniffling and gasping. “Owww,” I whined again. “My bottom is on fire,” I sniffled some more.

Gabe rubbed my back and waited for me to calm down. He helped me up and then he stood and scooped me into his arms. Setting me on the bed on my stomach he pulled the sheet over me and lay next to me. “That’s my girl, let it all out.” He stroked my hair and my face. “Any tears darling?”

I turned my head toward him, gazed into his eyes, put my hand on his face gently and said, “Nope.” I grinned “But I feel a lot better!”

Smack! Gabes’s hand cracked down on my backside as he laughed. “My pleasure, next time it won’t be so easy.”

Who needs tears anyway?

~o~

Thanks so much Jess! Now you are invited to try a story for yourself. Please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com