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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Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Answering Ella Winter Meme

Please look at the post I put up last night if you haven't see it. I big thanks to all!

Ella was kind and wise enough to write this meme and I have really enjoyed all the answers I’ve seen around blogland. Time to try it myself.

1.  You have to leave your house because of a disaster.  All the people and pets you love are safe.  If you could choose just one item to carry out, what would it be?

Has to be two for me – I have a portrait of each of my children. It’s when they were each about seventeen and they are done in very casual setting. I love them both and since they are hanging side by side, I’m grabbing them both.
2.  Tell us about a book or series of books you loved as a child.  

My favorite series was Trixie Beldon – I loved them. There were fifteen in the series, more came later but these were mine. My sister tried to interest me in Nancy Drew, but she wore dresses – the seemed ridiculous to me. Trixie wore jeans, had a big dog and wrote horses as she solved mysteries with her friends. At that time that encompassed nearly all my dreams!

3.  Name one item of clothing that you love for your spouse to wear. 

He has a black sweater that makes him look really hot!

4.  Is there a lullaby your mom or dad sang to you that you also sang to your child?

Mom would sing ‘You are my sunshine’. I remember it especially when I was sick and she would lay in the bed with me. It was heaven.
5.  Tell about the fanciest restaurant at which you have ever dined.

I’m not a fancy restaurant person – I’m not a fancy anything person – but I did eat at a lovely restaurant at the Peachtree Plaza in Atlanta once. Very nice.

6.  Tell us about any phobias you have. What else are you scared of?

I would have said nothing twenty years ago, but while playing in one of those big play areas for kids with the tunnels and slides when Mollie was little I experienced claustrophobia for the first time. It was terrifying. Thankfully I was close to an exit and got out quickly. I can do close areas if I have to – like for medical procedures, but I need a blindfold. I can be anywhere then, but if I see I’m enclosed, I panic.

Other – I don’t like spiders and while I’m not afraid to fly I am afraid of getting to the airport on time, parking, getting the boarding pass, checking my bags and getting to the gate on time. Once there I’m fine.

7.  Is there something old from a family member that you treasure?

My dad was ‘collector’ most would say of junk, but he also had some beautiful pieces. Once he brought home this hand carved treasure from a trip to Hong Kong. I’ve always loved it and it’s on my mantle now.

8.  If there is reading material in your bathroom, what magazines or books could be found?

Nothing – If I feel I’m going to linger, I grab my kindle or phone.

9.  Tell us about your dearest childhood friend.

Cathy was a dear friend. From fourth grade on we seemed to always be together. We even went on each other’s family vacations – once to Hawaii. We were in each other wedding and then gradually drifted apart although we now live in the same town. I’m happy to have a new friend with the same name, almost.

10.  Is there a household task that belongs to your husband?

Is there one that isn’t his? (she asked, hanging her head in shame) I clean out the litter box, he pretty much does the rest.

11.  Have you ever smoked pot?  How old were you the first time?  Do you still enjoy?

I smoked it the first time the night before New Year’s Eve when I was eighteen. I didn’t get much from it, but I did have to look after two friends and that wasn’t much fun. I smoked again with a friend a few years later who eventually became my SIL. She is now the most rigid, anti-drinking, anti-smoking, anti-gay straight-laced person I know (despite the fact he son is gay). I haven’t smoked pot since then, but I wish she would – she could use some loosening up.

12.  If it is cold, what do you wear to bed?

When I first told Nick about my desire to begin TTWD I needed something tangible to mark the occasion. I began sleeping nude that night and I still do! No matter how cold it is all I wear to bed is a big smile.

13.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?  Share any story with which you are comfortable.

Please, I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s – the pill was developed to prevent unwanted pregnancy and penicillin cured all STD around then. Everyone slept with everyone else, or so it seemed. Not me, I was the good girl looking for true love. I didn’t find that love until I met Nick when I was twenty-four. It felt odd being a twenty-four-year-old virgin, but I’ve never regretted that I waited for him.

14.  Think of something you did as a kid about which you were glad your parents never found out.  If you were a perfect child, you may just respond with "Perfect", but the rest of us will hate you for it.

I nearly was that sickening child – I was pretty much a goodie-good. But as a sixteen-year-old I would occasionally tell mom that my friends and I were going to the mall and then someplace else to eat. Was it my fault mom didn't know the name of a bar in the next town was ‘Someplace Else’? It wasn’t like I lie or anything – I told her exactly where we were going. (I think my early Cassie was showing). We slipped into that bar by climbing over the courtyard wall until we turned eighteen and could go legally, who cared after that?

15.  Boob Question - 
Think Goldilocks and the 3 Bears.  
Do you think your boobs are: 
a.)  Too big
b.)  Too small
c.)  Just right
d.)  "All of the above" is not a valid answer.

Until I had my kids I would have said too small, then during pregnancy they were fantastic. Since then… well, once when Mollie saw me topless she wanted to know, “Mommy, are those your boobs?” I told her yes. Her next question, “Aren’t they a little long?” Sigh… does that answer the question?

This was fun - I hope everyone else is planning to answer.


Monday, February 08, 2016

Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you!

I had to come here to give you all a big THANK YOU!! Cassie's Space won Spanking Romance Reviews, Best Spanking Romance Series for 2015! You did it, thank you so much for going by and voting. I'm liable to get the big head, there was some stiff competition and I was really both thrilled and sunned to find out I won. 

Thanks you all again!

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Better - and I need one more favor

Thank you all for your well wished. The whining did help and I think I’m on the road to recovery. The cough lingers, but I’ll beat it in the end. But now I have another favor to ask of you.

Cassie Corralled is coming out next weekend. I’m so excited for this one. Patty Devlin has offered to put up an interview on her site to help me promote this one, but rather than interviewing me she’s interviewing Cassie and the whole gang. She has asked me to help with the questions and, in turn, I’m asking you.

Do you have, or could you come up with, any questions you’d like to asks any of them. Everyone has promised to participate. Cassie of course as well as Sue, Annie, Allie, Ryan, Steve, Andy and even Tom. I know for some readers Tom is a dream man, while many others what to ring his neck – now’s your chance to delve into his mind if you like.

I’m interested in anything – silly questions, off the wall curiosity, serious questions, anything you ask would be a big help to me.

To my silent readers, to those of you who have read some of the Cassie books – I would really be interested in your questions. You can ask a question anonymously in comments. It really is anonymous, and if you’re more comfortable emailing me send your questions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Patty will decide which questions she’ll used on her site – but I promise every question sent will be answered and I’ll let you know where. I think this could be a lot of fun. I hope you’ll help.

Friday, February 05, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Lazy Morning

We have a  brand new Fantasy Friday story today! This story is from Amy, she's been good about commenting as she's gotten to know more of us and I enjoy seeing her come by. I asked her to give us a little  information and here's what she said.

I've been married to Eric for three years and this is my second marriage.  It wasn't until June 2015 that we discovered a mutual desire for a ttwd lifestyle so we started researching, came across "blogging" and were off and running.  Eric asked me to write some of my fantasies out to give him an idea of what is in my head and this is where I began. I'm in school working on my degree so that makes for some pretty fun role plays!

I hope you enjoy...

Lazy Morning

The morning is lazy, sunlight barely creeping in through the slats of white vinyl blinds and the sweet sound of birds chirping outside.  Eric woke me over an hour ago; gentle kisses on my neck, his breath in my ear, his fingers tangling their way through my hair.

"Good morning sleepy girl," he whispers and I stretch, the night breaking free from my joints.  Muscles lengthen, a deep yawn... he leaves me to get in the shower. 

I doze.

"Sweetheart." There he is again, freshly washed and smelling of ivory soap.  "I'm going to get a coffee in the plaza.  You need to hit the books."

I moan but supply a non-committal nod that awards him enough confidence in my resolve to rise, that he leaves the house.  I roll over and am out again.  Sleep, a heavenly blanket of peace.

"Amy Lynn!"  His voice rings out and I jolt awake just in time to feel the covers ripped from my body. His palm crashes down on the thin cotton seat of my pajamas and I'm suddenly upright, bolting for the opposite side of the bed.

"Ouch!" I yelp, wide eyed and looking for a place to run.

"Oh, you're up now," he points out, heading around the bed to reach me.  He grabs my arm and leads me to the corner, places my hands on the wall and drops the pants of my pj's to the floor.  His strong solid body presses up against my back so I can't move, can't even turn.  I'm stuck, heart racing with the sound of my own breath filling the empty space in the room.

"You asked me to hold you accountable," he says sternly, as though it were a school yard challenge he wasn't willing to walk away from. 

"Didn't you?!" he says again, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling my head back just enough to get his mouth near my ear.  His voice remains calm and steady. My scalp tingles, making room in my head for my brain to expand and comprehend every word he says.

"You, young lady, are not starting this day off very well." he begins.  "It is already 11am and you can't afford to waste anytime with another test on Tuesday, a full week of work ahead of you and four nights of class."

I love this man.  I've spent the last ten years taking care of everything completely on my own and finally, someone has stepped in my life who is willing to share in the burden.  I swallow hard but my stomach fills with a sense of excitement that he is here, with me and for me.

Eric releases my hair and steps back just enough that I can no longer feel the heat from his body on mine.

"You have ten minutes in the corner," he states and his hands straighten my shoulders so I'm angled directly proportionate to the walls.

The corner smells like paint and my eyes cross when I try to look at the spot where the two walls meet.  My pajama top hangs just above the lower quarter of my bottom and I blush knowing that two white globes are peaking out from under the material.  I kick myself for losing so much of the morning and the lists of work that needs to get done scrolls through my head.  Ten minutes seems like a very long time.  I shift from one foot to the other.  I bite my lower lip, wondering if this is it or if Eric is going to do more.  I long for him to return and dread it all at the same time.  I wait. 

Footsteps behind me and once again his hands are on my shoulders, gentle yet firm.

"Come with me, honey," he says and like a ballroom dance, I'm twirled away from the wall and directed down the hallway to his office.  A straight back wooden chair has been placed in the center of the room and a flat backed hairbrush is sitting on the floor next to the chair.  My palms immediately go wet and I slow my steps, not resisting but not participating either.  Eric increases the pressure on my arms and pushes me forward.  At the chair, he releases my body and sits, pulling me to my knees in front of him.

"Why are you being punished, Amy?" he asks, his face serious and his eyes unwavering. 

My stomach lurches and a flight of butterflies takes off inside.  I look to the left, then the right and settle my gaze on a piece of lint on the floor.  I can't speak.

"Look at me." 

It is a command.

"Look at me, Amy, and answer the question."

My eyes go steely, with a determination to go through the motions without him knowing the affect he is having on me.  We stare into each others pupils like two kids battling to see which one blinks first.  Again, I don't answer.

Time ticks by.  I set my jaw and that is Eric's cue.

"I'm only going to ask this one more time," he says as he locks each of my wrists tightly in his fingers.  "Why are you being punished?"

"I didn't get out of bed," my voice sounds small and timid.  I clear my throat and start again.  "I chose to sleep in because I have that option and that is the option I chose."  My statement brings a sense of ownership and with my gaining confidence I add, "So there!"

For a split second, it looks as though Eric is going to smile.  The corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly but then his eyebrows rise and his lips settle back into a straight line.  I am reminded of my eyes crossing in the corner as I focus on his mouth in an attempt to appear in control.

Eric pushes one wrist away while pulling the other one forward and I find myself over his knee, my hands reaching for the floor, my legs kicking up behind me.  His arm goes around my middle and I am wrapped tightly in the crux of his body.  He catches my flailing feet with the inside of his leg and they are pinned to the ground, my bottom completely exposed.  Embarrassment attempts to plant itself in my brain but before it can take hold, Eric's hand is getting my attention with one slap over the other, one cheek over the other, as he spanks me hard enough to bring a soft pink hue to my skin.

"We are not going to have you blow this class, young lady," he scolds as my behind gets warm under the constant smacking of his hand.  "You wanted to be held accountable and you will be."  His slaps get harder with each of his words and what began as an almost sensual awakening, is becoming a stinging nest of angry bees. 

The blood in my body has equally dispersed itself between my head and my rear.  In response, my back breaks out in tiny beads of sweat.  Eric sees the change and stops spanking, using his palm to rub my cheeks instead.  The nerves settle down and I start to relax.  I'm surprised when he asks, "Are you okay?"

Eric loves me.  He doesn't want to hurt me and his goal is that I am successful, not that he gets to paddle my behind.  I don't hesitate to answer, "yes" and any tension in my limbs releases as I lay across his lap like a limp noodle.  I'm so comfortable, I don't realize he's reached for the hairbrush and has it poised over my unsuspecting rear.

"You're getting ten," he states but before the meaning registers in my mind, a shot of fire blazes across my left cheek and every muscle in my body tightens. The outline of the hairbrush raises in a thin welted pattern and I yell out.  I can't believe the unrelenting sting, the flush of heat throughout my entire being and my sudden inability to breathe.  Eric holds tight and a second blow lands on the other side, equally harsh. A set of tears pops out of my eyes.

I try to get up.  His arm presses me down and a third smack returns to the left cheek.

I cry out and use all my strength to break free, pressing my legs against his thigh while pushing my hands against the floor.

Eric responds with three hard spanks, one right after the other, in the same place on my behind.  The tears are flowing faster now and I reverse my momentum by bending my knees and curling tightly around his legs turning myself into a ball.  I brace for the next round but Eric places the brush on my back and gently rubs the welt marks left by the three latest blows.  His soft touch brings on even more tears and my body unfolds as I relax into the balanced starting position we began with.

"You still have four more, Amy."  His voice is soothing, comforting; no anger or frustration apparent at all.  He continues to rub the pain away and the heat from the spanking settles deep into my cheek.

I hear an oddly familiar voice (mine) say, "Okay.  I'm ready." and his palm leaves my behind, lifts the brush and begins again.  The final four are straight forward, without pause, and I clench my teeth and count in my head the searing slap from each blow.  Immediately following number ten, I'm back on my knees, his arms wrapped tightly around my body, my face in his chest sobbing like a child.

It's 11:45 by the time I quiet down.  Eric kisses my tear stained face and helps me to my feet.  He walks me to the kitchen table and pulls out a chair, nodding for me to be seated.  My school books are spread out on the surface before me and a handful of pencils are sharpened and filling a coffee mug next to my notebook.

"Can't I put my pants back on?" I ask, a sniffle escaping at the end of the question.

"No honey," he says, motioning again for me to take a seat. "Not until your homework is done."

The cool hard texture of the chair feels good on my throbbing buns but as the temperature changes, a quiet soreness spreads and the spanking settles in the back of my mind like the music in an elevator; not the focus, but eternally present.

I shift around in the seat, unable to find a comfortable position and decide to open the book.  Eric goes back to the office and retrieves the hairbrush.  As I pour over words in the text, he begins to comb my hair in long even strokes for a period of at least ten minutes.  I feel a renewed strength and immense calm as my focus returns and I delve into the material.  Eric kisses my temple and makes the hairbrush a centerpiece for my work space.

"Just in case," he says.


Amy thank you so much for sharing your story with us. Now if you write any more for Eric - please share them too! And if anyone else is writing their fantasy stories I sure would love to have them for Fantasy Friday. Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com