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, September 23, 2016

Fantasy Friday - The Beginning

Another week has come and gone. I'm happy and relaxed at work. I'm enjoying myself and the kids - still tired most days, but it's a happy tired. Nick is going golfing this weekend and I hope to write, write, write!

This is a story from 2007. I love it because we all had to have (or will have) a beginning point in our spanking live. Whether or not you and your partner are both rabid spanko or one of you is vanilla, someone had to bring it up the first time. So read and enjoy!


The Beginning

Dawn had been spending a lot of time lately thinking about how to best approach the subject. She really wanted to share this private part of herself with the man she loved so much and had shared the last 24 years of her life with. They had raised children together. Bought houses, cars and made many other important life choices together, yet to share this part of her would be difficult. Of course she knew he loved her and would do whatever he could to make her happy.

This was just a little off the norm. It could be normal for many people but not the norm for her or Brad. She and Brad had met in college and went together for several years before they decided to marry. They pretty much stayed in the same area where they met. They attended the same church, lived in the same community and neither of them every traveled more than 10 miles to work. The thought of what she wanted just wasn’t an everyday occurrence in their world. Yet she knew it was what she wanted. Dawn promised herself she would find a way and tell him soon, perhaps tonight.

It was Friday night Brad’s favorite day of the week and the beginning of what he hoped would be great weekend. Brad thought to himself as he walked in the door, a whole weekend alone with his beautiful wife and sweetheart. When he came into the house he found Dawn in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. “Hi Baby Girl I am so looking forward to this weekend”! He came up to her as he always did and immediately kissed her on the back of the neck and then on her soft lips.

Dawn loved his touch it always made her tingle all the way to her toes. Brad then gave her a hug and a playful swat on the bottom and went about feeding the dogs and talking about his day. Dawn tried to pay attention but was wondering about the swat and if maybe he, had any hidden desires. This was a rare occasion for Dawn and Brad to be alone in their own home without any children. They had 3 children. The oldest daughter had married about a year ago. Their son had gone away to college last month. The youngest daughter was still in high school but was away on a class biology trip for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until Sunday evening. It was the best chance Dawn would have to introduce Brad to her inner desire. She returned to reality with Brad standing in front of her asking why she was going to boil the dish rag. They both laughed but Brad could sense Dawn had something on her mind. Dawn proceeded to make a quite edible meal for the just the two of them.

After dinner was done and cleaned up they sat at the table together for a few minutes discussing what they might do with their time alone this weekend. Perhaps a movie, a concert or a visit to some location they had wanted to check out. They finally decided on a hike up to a waterfall in a nearby canyon. For the Saturday night they were thinking about going out to dinner and maybe a movie at home.

After deciding what they would do this weekend Dawn became quiet and a little withdrawn. Brad again got the feeling that she wanted to talk about something but was having a hard time deciding how to share it with him. Finally he just asked “what is it baby girl, what’s on your mind?” Dawn became very shy and took a deep breath and decided she would just be out with it and see how he would react. After all she had only gone over the expected conversation in her own mind at least a hundred times. She might as well be out with it and see how he took the news that his precious “baby girl” was a spanko.

Brad sat quietly waiting for her answer, he could tell she was nervous and he began to wonder what would cause her to be so upset. He just wanted to hold her and help her share with him whatever was on her mind. He took her in his arms and told her “baby girl you know you can tell me anything I’m always here for you”. Dawn gained strength as he held her and finally asked if they could sit on the couch together and she promised him she would try to tell him what was on her mind.

As they moved to the couch Dawn sat as close to Brad as was possible she wanted to feel his love for her as she tried to explain what it was she wanted to share with him. Finally she spoke “Brad I’ve been thinking about something for a long time and I don’t want you to laugh or comment until I say all of it, I’ve had these feelings just about as long as I can remember, since I was a child. Dawn took a deep breathe “I want for you to spank me”.

The expression on Brad’s face spoke volumes but he said nothing and waited for Dawn to continue. Seeing that Brad didn’t fall apart and that his face even showed signs of pleasure with what she was saying, she continued at a breathless pace. “Not like for punishment all the time but for fun and for real. I want a real spanking that would hurt and maybe even sometimes make me cry. You could even tell me to take down my pants and even my panties and spank my bare bottom if you wanted too, it could be erotic sometimes. You could tell me to undress completely and watch. Think of the possibilities you would have my bare willing bottom on your lap and easy access to other fun locals. You would also have a happy submissive partner willing to do what ever they were told. I have often dreamed of you taking me over your knee and giving me a spanking. I know this is a little off the norm for folks like us but, I have been doing a little research on the internet and it is not as uncommon as you might think, spanking is the most common of sex kinks”.

Brad was a little taken back at his wife’s request but the thought of her willing vulnerable bare bottom over his lap was far from unappealing. In fact he had considered the thought of spanking her cute little bottom on more than one occasion but had always limited himself to an occasional swat or two, sometimes just for fun, sometimes during sex or other times when Dawn was starting on a rampage. It did seem to curtail her rampage for a bit but it didn’t always keep it from coming. Now her she was asking him to spank her, giving her consent to one of his fondest dreams! He considered how best to respond and put Dawn at ease.

Carefully he spoke “Baby Girl you know I would do anything to make you happy. I too have thought about spanking your adorable little bottom more than once or twice. Now that you bring it up you have never really objected to any of the swats I’ve giving you over the years, sometimes I even got the feeling that you liked them and wanted more but I thought it must be my imagination, how could a sweet beautiful competent young women want some Neanderthal spanking her bottom”. Dawn just had to interrupt “it wouldn’t be like that you just taking me by the hair and dragging me back to your cave against my will, although that might make a fun role play sometime. It would always be with my consent and participation. It would always be done with our love for one another at the center of the spanking bringing us closer together. The how to spank websites even advise that we have a safe word that if I said the safe word you would stop immediately and make sure I was OK”.

Now Brad became quiet for a bit and then told Dawn he had a few questions. “What if I came home from work and told you to go to our room pull down your pants and panties and bend over the bed and wait for me would you do it? Dawn’s answer was quick “In a heart beat honey so long as no one else especially the kids would know what was going on”. Brad continued “so this would be just between you and me then, no one else is to know?” Dawn answered “definitely, no one else is to know just our little secret. You could whisper in my ear if I were behaving badly that you would spank me later if I didn’t change my attitude or that I would be spanked later for my behavior. You know how sometimes I get all cranky and mean I’m usually very stressed at that point and if you could find a way to take me some place private and spank my bottom it could help me release that stress and help me return to my normal happy self. You could even use an implement like a belt or a paddle if you thought it was needed. Your spanking might even make me cry sometimes but, don’t worry too much about hurting me, we’ll have a safe word and I promise to use it if it is more than I can stand.

Brad thought for a minute “you seriously mean if you got into one of those rampage modes I could just take you away to a private place and spank you, even with my belt or if I couldn’t do right then I could let you know it would happen later. “Yes” Dawn answered. Brad smiled at the thought of finally finding a way to help his wife stop the occasional rampage that wasn’t consistent with the rest of his beautiful wife’s temperament.

Dawn also shared with Brad that she liked being submissive to him and having him take care of her. Spanking could provide another way of expressing their love for one another. Brad smiled a big grin “well you’ve convinced me and like I said I would do anything for your happiness and if it brings us closer together, all the better, I think it will make me happy too”! Brad then pulled Dawn up and into his arms and gave her the biggest strongest hug he then unbuttoned and lowered her jeans took her hands in his and said to her “Baby girl I want you to go put these precious little hands on that wall over there and stick out that beautiful bottom of yours”. He then began spanking her sassy little bottom that she stuck out further with each swat. After about 20 of these he lowered her pretty little pink panties and she shook them to the floor. He then applied another 20 or so well placed spanks unto her pretty pink little behind and very much enjoyed turning it a bright red. He then took her in his arms and held her tight until her breathing slowed and she caught her breathe. Dawn had the sweetest content smile on her face.

Brad then undressed himself and picked Dawn up and carried her back to the couch where he helped her over his knee. She began moaning for his touch. Brad didn’t disappoint as he quickly removed that rest of her clothes and began exploring her most private girl parts. He then alternated between touching and spanking. She quickly came in his hands with more force than ever before. He continued touching, exploring, spanking and causing this now wild girl to cum repeatedly. He then commanded her to get on her hands and knees on the floor, she quickly obeyed and he was within her in a split second. They both orgasamed together so hard they shook, something that had not happened in years. They fell to the floor wrapped in each others arms both of them spent yet feeling fully satisfied, fulfilled and completely loved. Both Brad and Dawn were very much looking forward to their time alone together this weekend and were already feeling the closeness and love spanking can bring.

~o~


This wonderful story was written by Sally, a friend from many years ago.  She was a reader of blogs and a sometimes commenter. Like many of these older stories I haven't heard from her in several years, but I'd love to have her come by to say hey again.

I hope someone is out there writing currently - please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Blogging vs Writing Books

I began blogging ten years ago and discovered something unexpected and truly wonderful – a way to make friends at the age of nearly fifty. I was both dumbfounded and thrilled. We have a few friends we’ve grown up with. Many of us have college friends, but after school it seems most of our friends come from out work places. As I turned forty-nine those were the friends I had. I was content, they were nice people and we often talked of the weather, work and occasionally griped about our husbands and children.

Then blogging – wow! I found people my age I could talk to.  These people shared a major life interest of mine and they were willing to talk about it. I could talk about my marriage, my sex life, the fact that my beloved didn’t spank enough – everything! Blogging about these things and receiving comments kept me writing and blogging. It was the interaction that was wonderful. Commenters often agreed with me, sometimes they scolded me, they encouraged me to talk to Nick about things I was holding in. They guarded me, encouraged me, strengthened me and in addition told me I was a good writer, which lead me to my current position of being a sorta, kinda writer and loving every minute of it.

Writing books is such a joy for me, just as blogging is, but I can take longer with the books, work on it, craft it, polish it and hopefully after extensive edits and rewrites the story is presented the way I want it. But there is one way blogging has writing book beat all to hell – blogging has immediate feed back. Friends and sometimes new readers leave comments. You know right away if someone liked your post, agreed with it, disagreed with it or whatever – but you know.




I’ve been an avid reader most of my life, yet for more than fifty years it never once occurred to me to let the author know. Actually until I began writing I gave very little thought to the author, I’d read a book – love it! I might read it over and over and recommend it to a friend, often without knowing who wrote it. I think about that a lot now.

So is this post just a bald-faced attempted to get book reviews? I’ll answer that in a minute. Everyone likes to know if something they’ve created is well received. I’ve gotten some review on the last Cassie book and they have made my heart soar. But I fight the urge to try to find everyone who has read it and ask what they thought.

Did you like it?

Was it too long? Too short?

Did it flow well?

What was your favorite part?

Who was your favorite character?

Were there parts you didn’t understand?

Did I leave anything out?

What do you think of Lily?

And the scariest question of all – would you be willing to read at least one more?

People are buying the book and I’m thrilled about that, but are they liking it?

Back to my questions, is this a plea for reviews on Amazon – yes. But not necessarily just for me. If you read Stephen King or Mary Higgins Clark, while I’m sure they love getting reviews, they probably don’t need then like beginning writers do. If you read spanking fiction or books by authors you know I’m telling you we do need your reviews. It’s nearly impossible to promote a book (if anyone has ideas how we can, please share), reviews do help. Word of mouth helps too, but not many people want to tell folks in the real world what they’re read. Besides helping to promote, we really want to know if you liked the book.

Please consider leaving a review on Amazon for any book you enjoy, you can write a review under an anonymous name if you are uncomfortable using your real name (but probably only those who read spanking books will ever see it). And if it is for an author you know, never call them by their first name. Amazon thinks you’re their friend and sometimes won’t let you review the book. So for two of my favorite authors, Leigh Smith and Donna Steele I leave out the name or say Ms. Smith or Ms. Steele.

Okay off my soap box. Think about it. And we’ll just keep writing.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

A question for you




I’m curious about something and since I feel blogland hold the answers to most of my questions I’m here to ask.

When you orgasm, do you have one specific thought or fantasy that you use over and over to pushes you over the edge?

I know some women orgasm easily, but for others it’s much harder to achieve. Sadly, I fall in the second category. When I’m close I do have that one scenario that often gets me there.

You are most welcomed to share specifics, but mostly I just want to know if I’m the only one who does this.


Friday, September 16, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Home Sweet Home

Happy Friday everyone. I've survived another week and I'm happy to see Friday roll around! The weather is cooler thank heavens, I always look forward to Fall - Winter I can take or leave, but Fall is fantastic. 

Now for your story. It's a rerun from 2008 and I'll be interested to see if the author recognizes it right away. Often I have a hard time remembering my own work (except for Cassie, of course). I love today's story. Think about who might have written it.  I think this is the perfect way to start off the weekend! Enjoy...


Home Sweet Home


James and Paula loved their new house. Situated on a quiet street, it was exactly what they had been looking for. There was a large kitchen with an adjacent dining room, a family room, and rooms that would become an office and a guest bedroom. Behind the house was a huge yard that was edged with mature trees. Paula was looking forward to redecorating the living room to suit their taste.

But first they needed to replace the tattered, mismatched furniture that they had inherited from their parents and a long-departed roommate. It had been fine for the apartment but now it looked shabby and not at all in keeping with Paula's plans. It was time to go shopping.

Paula picked James up after work one rainy afternoon and the two set off to browse through a large furniture store situated in a strip mall on the edge of town. It was the dinner hour when they arrived, and that, combined with the rain, accounted for the few cars in the parking lot outside the store.

The couple walked through the large glass doors then stopped. Instead of a large open showroom, they saw signs overhead, pointing the way to appliances, bedrooms, and living room furniture. In front of them was a path of light maple laminate flooring that branched three ways. Each branch led to a warren of small rooms, each one a fully decorated room showcasing the furniture.

"I'm so excited," Paula exclaimed. "Let's follow the yellow brick road." She took James' hand and led him along the right-hand path towards the mock living rooms. They strolled past one room after another, commenting on the suitability of the contents of each, but not seeing anything they both liked. Then Paula stopped at a display done in shades of green and silver.

"I like that chair. It has an interesting shape."

"I don't know," countered James. "The arms look too low. Come here and bend over." He took Paula's arm and led her towards the arm of the chair. She looked around nervously, but James reassured her.

"No one can see us. The place is practically empty."

"Well, all right." Paula bent over one of the arms of the chair. James gave her a swat or two over her cotton skirt.

"No, that's too low," he decided.

"The arm is too hard," Paula added.

She stood up and they moved on to the next room. It featured a sofa, chair and ottoman all upholstered in a patterned burgundy fabric. Paula stroked the smooth, velvety surface of the chair.

"Mmm, soft."

"Try the back of the chair for height," instructed James.

Paula didn't hesitate this time. She bent over the softly padded back and took the swats James gave her. When he lifted her skirt and spanked harder, she squeaked, "Okay, stop, that's enough testing!"


"I need to be sure it's right for both of us. Now try the ottoman."

The ottoman was large, square, and soft, with four carved feet of dark wood. Paula giggled as she knelt in front of it and bent over.

"Look! I can hold its ankles!"

James leaned down, swatted her over her skirt, then lifted the skirt and gave her two more on her pink panties.

"I wish I'd thought to bring the cane. Oh, well, this will have to do." James pulled a metal tape measure out of his pocket, extended it, swished it through the air, then took aim, tapping it gently against Paula's bottom.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure." James muttered, then he swiftly hooked his thumb in the waistband of the panties and pulled them down around Paula's knees. "That's better. Now hold still."

Paula was about to protest when they heard footsteps and a child's voice.

"Mom, I wanna go home."

"Get up," James hissed. Paula scrambled to her feet while James moved away, grabbed a handful of fabric swatches lying on the coffee table and pretended to be very interested in them. Paula smoothed her skirt and looked nervously at the family peering through the entrance to the display room.

"No, I don't like the colour of that set," a young woman said to the man beside her. A small boy clung to the woman's hand and whined, "I'm bored. Can we go now?"

Paula realized that her panties were down around her knees. Please don't let them notice, she prayed silently.

"Let's just take a quick look at the rest of the rooms, then we'll go get something to eat," the man told his son. The trio moved on.

Paula tugged her panties up and exhaled. "That was close. Maybe we shouldn't..." But James was already back to business.

"Now we have to check the sofa for length." He sat down and patted his knee. Paula knew that signal. She obediently draped herself across his knees and settled herself along the length of the sofa. James lifted her skirt once more.

"Not on the bare, please! Someone else might see."

"Don't worry." James pulled her panties upward toward her waist, exposing her cheeks as he stretched the fabric. He spanked her slowly.

"This feels pretty good. What do you think, hon?"

"It hurts! Oh, you mean the couch. Yes, it's very comfor...OUCH!"

Paula heard the sound of more footsteps on the hard floor just in time.

"James, stop." Paula slithered off his lap and managed to pull herself upright mere seconds before a tall middle-aged man appeared and approached them.

"Hi folks. How're you making out?"

"Oh, fine," replied James. Paula smiled; she felt dizzy and didn't trust her voice.

"This is one of our most popular models. Have you tried it yet, Miss?"

"Come on, Paula, have a seat," James suggested with an evil grin.

"N-no, I'm fine. It's very nice," stammered Paula.

The salesman pointed out the two large pillows that were propped up at either end of the couch.

"These pillows are included free of charge in your choice of colour. The fabric swatches are here somewhere..."

James looked at his wife and grinned "Those would be just right for..."

"Casual seating on the floor," Paula cut him off.

"These items are all in our warehouse, and we can have them delivered in two days. We'll also pick up your old furniture and take it to Goodwill. No extra charge."

Paula and James exchanged glances. Paula nodded and James said, "Yes, I guess we've decided on this set."

"An excellent choice! I'll phone the warehouse then we can take care of the financial details. Follow me, please" and the salesman headed out of the room and down the yellow brick road.

James put his arm around Paula's waist, patted her bottom and whispered in her ear, "I hope you aren't too sore, sweetie. We need to say goodbye to all the old furniture before it goes."

Paula groaned.

~o~

I love this story. It just sounds like it came from a spanko that enjoys a fun and loving relationship with her spanker. And it did. Most of you know the work of this author; she is an active blogger who not only keep her place updated often, she is also good to comment on other sites.  

So who wrote 'Home Sweet Home'? Take your guess now, come on, who do you think? Scroll on down to see if you're right!













It's HERMIONE! Leave her a comment here or go over to her wonderful site, Hermione's Heart to let her know what you think of this wonderful story! Thanks Hermione! Now it's time for you to try one send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Best man ever!

As I said the other day, getting started back to school is very tiring. That’s not really a complaint, just a fact. I have no doubt I’ll be back used to it soon, but at my age it does take the body a little while to adjust from sleeping late, napping regularly, and lounging by the pool to wrangling 145 students. Yes, I said 145 – six classes for social studies and one advisory group. I cannot learn that many names and my seating chart has become my constant companion. Now out of all these kids I have only spotted three real discipline problems. That’s a tiny percent, unfortunately, they are all in the same class – the final period of the day. Oh well, it wouldn’t seem like a real school year without them.

Now back to this best man ever. After sleeping late Saturday morning, I was doing a little writing when around eleven that morning I got a text from Nick which read:


FYI, our staff masseur, Sir Handsalot, has a 2:00 opening.  Please respond if interested.

I text back to book me! At 2:03 I passed through the living room and was told I was a bit late, but to go on back to the second door on the left and the masseur would be there soon. A towel and my short silk robe was on the bed and I quickly changed. Soon enough Sir Handsalot joined me and begin a wonderful massage beginning at my toes and working his way up. There was a short spanking I assume for my tardiness, though I was told it was to help my circulation.



When he finished with my back I got to turn over and he began working on my front.  This guy was good! All the places he might have felt he couldn’t do justice to with just his hands, he used his tongue. He is some masseur! As he finished the massage, he brought out the vibrator and had me play with that for a while with great success. Once I could speak words again I asked if he didn’t want to get undressed and join me. He said no, that as a professional he wasn’t allowed to have that kind of contact with his clients. Then he whispered that I’d had a long week and that this had been just for me.


Didn’t I tell you he was the best? An never fear, one day in the near future I will return the favor.

Friday, September 09, 2016

Fantasy Friday - In Days of Olde...

I'm having a hard time adjusting to school this year - it must be old age. I come home so tired I can barely keep my eyes opened, much less write something coherent. Actually my kids are pretty good this year. But I definitely need more sleep.

I think you will love this story - the time period is a romantic one and the story just carries you along. It's written by Slightly Naughty Princess (SNP) who blogged in the past. I haven't heard from her in a while. I'd love for her to pop up again.

Please enjoy ...

In Days of Olde...

Marcus was training with his men. He thrust his sword forward to show how to defend in battle. The sun was beating down on them and it was hot. Marcus walked over to get a drink from a jug of water. He glanced down the cliff to the sandy beach below. He did a double take. Surely that was not Gwendolyn walking alone near the water? He stared for a long moment and realized it was indeed his wife. There was no mistaking her hair flowing in the breeze and her ruby gown. She looked beautiful even from high above.

Damn! He had been over this with her many times. She was not to leave the safety of the castle without an escort and certainly not alone. It was just too dangerous. They had enemies all around them. It was best to stay close to the castle walls. Henry was standing nearby. He had recently been injured and could not train with the rest of the men. Marcus gave Henry an order to ride down to the beach and collect his wife. He would continue training and speak with her later. Marcus marched off and started shouting orders to all his men.

Henry approached Gwendolyn on his horse with caution. She was resting in the sun on the sand. He did not want to disturb her, but he had his orders. He cleared his throat in hopes to get her attention. Gwendolyn glanced over to him and sighed. Her peaceful sanctuary had been invaded.

Henry spoke up “My lady, your husband asked me to escort you back to the castle.”

Gwendolyn replied “Very well, but I shall walk.”

Henry nodded and waited for her to start. He tried to be respectful of her space and follow at a distance. Gwendolyn got up and started up the path to the castle. Damn! Could she not even have a few moments alone? She knew there were risks leaving the castle walls, but in daylight hours she felt secure. She loved the feel of the wind and waves and walking on the beach. She could escape for a just a little while.

It was just her luck Marcus had seen her. She should probably engage in conversation with Henry. He was a loyal friend of her husband and a fine knight. But, she somehow resented his presence and so she did not want to talk to him. She approached the castle walls and turned to say a curt thank you to Henry. She went inside and went to their chamber. She called for a bath to wash off the sand and sun. Refreshed she went down to the main hall to help with the evening meal. The men would be returning soon and Gwendolyn knew she would have to see Marcus at that point.

She kept busy with helping with food platters for the tables and lighting around the hall. Finally the men came in. They wasted no time in crowding around the tables. The women were busy in serving food and ale. Marcus saw his wife from a distance. He nodded to her and she smiled a thin smile back to him. Gwendolyn turned to help with more food and Marcus listened to the joke being told by one of his men.

They stayed apart for most of the evening. Slowly the men started out to their quarters to sleep. The women were cleaning the platters and the hall. Gwendolyn helped longer than usual. She was not looking forward to talking with Marcus. Marcus could tell his wife was unusually “busy”. He took one last drink from his mug and placed it on the table. He got up and announced he was retiring to his chamber with his wife. Gwendolyn smiled to her female companions and bid them a good night. She joined her husband on the stairs. They walked the stairs in silence.

Marcus opened the chamber door for his wife, she stepped into the chamber, and he closed the door behind them. The moment of truth was upon them. Gwendolyn walked over to get her brush from the dressing table. She started brushing her hair to have something to do. Marcus watched his wife retrieve her brush. He knew she needed something to focus on besides being alone with him. She had such beautiful hair. No! He needed to stick to the task at hand. He needed to speak to her about the events of the day and not focus on her beautiful hair. He spoke up more forcefully than he intended. “Gwendolyn, what in the world were you doing walking alone on the beach away from the castle walls today? We have been over this subject many times and so I am at a loss why you would defy me in this?”

Gwendolyn looked up at her husband. What could she say to satisfy him? She paused to come up with something. Finally, she blurted out “I’m sorry, Marcus. I just wanted a little time to myself. It gets so confining in these castle walls and you are always training and busy with your men. It was the middle of the day and I was very careful to check out my surroundings. I think it is an unfair request of you to demand this of me!” Take that she thought.

Marcus listened to his wife speak her mind to him. Maybe she was right. As long as it was daylight and she could call for help. No, wait....she is not right. It is too dangerous and so Marcus spoke up. “Gwendolyn, I can understand that you want some time alone and that you enjoy the beach. However, you are not allowed to go away from the castle walls alone. You could be captured, taken, or any number of things could happen! I would never forgive myself if I did not see to your safety. You are my wife and I love you. This is most serious Gwendolyn. You will be punished this night and I hope you will never disobey me in this again.”

Gwendolyn felt her heart rate quicken. Suddenly she was not so strong. Marcus told her to remove her gown and under clothes and place herself over their table in their room. Gwendolyn did as she was told. She shivered as she walked naked towards the table. She bent over the edge and placed her head and arms in front of her on the table. The table was not too high, but had to spread her legs apart to make a comfortable fit. Marcus stared at his wife. He was thankful she did not protest or argue with him on this. He came to stand behind her as she bent over the table. He asked her to tell him why she was in this position. In a soft voice she said because she had disobeyed his rule and gone to the beach alone and put her safety at risk. He thanked her for her acknowledgement and then swiftly started spanking her.

His hand made contact immediately and she jumped slightly. He told her to stay in place and not move again. The assault on her backside continued. Gwendolyn had to rise up on her toes a couple of times. She cried out that she was sorry and for him to stop, but Marcus did not stop. He wanted his wife to remember this for a long while. After he saw a nice pink glow to her bottom he stopped. Gwendolyn sighed in relief. But, it was not over. Marcus told her to go stand in the corner of their chamber. The hand spanking was for disobeying a rule they had established. She would return when he called her and she would be spanked again for putting her safety at risk. Ahhh! Marcus was a big brute.

Gwendolyn went off to the corner none too happy. Marcus watched his wife go. He saw her fidgeting in the corner. He told her to be still and think on the events of the day. Gwendolyn faced the chamber wall and tried to get a grip on her emotions. Her backside already hurt and she did not want to get another spanking. Marcus was being overly cautious. Nothing had happened to her! Marcus called to his wife to return to him. Gwendolyn turned around and walked to the table again in a slow pace. Marcus asked her to once again lean over the table. She hesitated a moment, but then leaned over in place. This time Marcus held a leather strap. He told Gwendolyn he was going to give her 25 spankings with the strap. She was to count them out and thank him. Gwendolyn told him he could spank her, but she was not going to thank him. To that he started spanking her until she cried out. She asked him to stop. He told her the spanking would not stop until she did what she was told. Gwendolyn felt tears in her eyes, but gave in.

She started counting from that point and saying thank you after each swat. Finally, they reached twenty five. Marcus put the strap down and reached for his wife. Gwendolyn fell into him and cried. After several minutes they moved apart. Marcus picked up his wife. He placed her on their bed on her stomach. He walked to the chamber door and called for a servant girl. She came to the door and he asked her to fetch some of the special soothing oil. The servant girl returned with the jar of oil in a few moments. Marcus thanked her and shut the door. He immediately went to his wife’s side. He poured some oil from the jar and rubbed on her sore bottom. She was no longer crying, but still had a few lingering tears.

Marcus had a lump in his throat. He did not like to see his wife in pain, but he needed to make an impression on her. He could see her body relax. He stood and removed his clothes and came to join her in bed. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered endearments in her ear. He told her he would be lost if anything ever happened to her. He would try to make more time to take her out of the castle walls, but she had to wait for him or find an escort. If she disobeyed him again then her punishment would be much more severe. Gwendolyn felt safe in his arms and was exhausted. She fell asleep quickly.

The early morning light streamed in and woke her. She glanced over at her strong husband and smiled. He was beginning to wake as well. He smiled back at her. Soon they were touching and joined in an intimate embrace. They made love two times before Marcus said he must go. Gwendolyn stayed in their room for a while. She joined the other women downstairs where everyone was working on their chores. The noon meal rolled around. The men came in from training. Marcus smiled when he saw Gwendolyn and she smiled back. The serving girl next to her made a comment that Gwendolyn was so fortunate to have an attentive husband. She smiled and agreed. They went to take their place at the table. Gwendolyn grimaced as she sat down on the bench. Her behind was so sore! She thought to herself that she was indeed fortunate to have an attentive husband, but maybe he was too attentive at times!

~o0o~

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Sunday, September 04, 2016

Pink cheeks and purple hair

My last school year has begun and I’m still smiling. New rules and regulations are in place at the school. All are annoying, time consuming and ultimately useless and I’m ignoring everyone of them. That’s part of why I’m smiling. Another reason is that I got spanked last week.

Nick was thinking about taking care of all this last weekend, but my beginning of the school year cold came early and I wasn’t feeling my best, breathing wise. He agreed to the postponement but told me when I was feeling better I was to come to him with an implement and ask him if he had time to take care of things. That will give you a butterfly or two.

By Wednesday I was better and no longer wanted it hanging over my head. I brought him his belt – such lovely old, soft leather and I asked if he had time. He did. Not that there was anything horrible on my list to take care of, sadly just the usual. We only have about three rules and I’d managed to break two that week. The clean laundry was left sitting in the basket where Nick had brought it up, just a little past it’s twenty-four-hour limit (but I had been sick) and I let the car get way below the quarter of a tank limit rule Nick had imposed. It’s not that I’ve ever let the car run out or anything it’s just that it’s usually near empty on Sundays and Nick ends up having to put gas in every time. I don’t like stopping for gas. When we first got this car in April one year I managed not to have to put in gas myself until August. I think Nick is beginning to catch on 


He told me yes, he had the time and I had to put my hands on the couch and stick out my bottom for him. Not my favorite position – but this wasn’t necessary a spanking purely for my enjoyment. He did a little warm up over clothing, never enough. But then when he lowered my shorts he did make that belt sing. I was reminded of both the laundry rule and the gas rule before he let me stand up and I was feeling the burn by then. I got a hug before I saw his eyes light up again and suddenly I was back in position as he remembered I’d left the windows opened that morning despite his reminder as he’s left for work. It does hurt more when you think it’s over and they decide to begin round two.

Then Nick decided that while I was in such a convenient position he’d take his dominance a bit further and while I wasn’t complaining I did hope the neighbor who often brings us homemade bread didn’t pick that moment to drop by. So Wednesday brought a spanking and a quickie, an excellent way to begin the school year.

As for the purple hair, yes I did it. I’d said I wanted to put a purple streak in my hair as soon as I let it go to a natural gray. Mollie told me I couldn’t do that, and that was enough to push me into it. What do you think?






I will tell you the kids at school LOVED it! All the teachers at school and friends on FB have said they liked it – now they may well be talking about me behind my back, but I could care less about that. I’m curious as to what my mom’s friends will say about it at church today – these are all little old ladies in their eighties and nineties. I had told them my plan, but I doubt they believed me. 

I’m guessing my mom would have sided with Mollie. Actually I don’t think Mollie is really against it. When she saw it I just got a, “Mother…” and an eye roll. But deep down I bet she’s happy that her mom is willing to break away from the norm and do something like this just for fun. I’m sure I’ll get some negative comments from my sisters-in-law today. But honestly they have sticks so far up their rigid butts I expect them to come out of their mouths, so I definitely don’t care about them. And Nick? Nick just laughed and gave me a kiss, and since his opinion is the only one I really care about other than mine, I guess that makes it all right.