I'm dancing as fast as I can

Part of me thinks this next week will never end and part of me doesn’t want it to.  All teachers know the last week is nuts, it’s part of the job.  But incidents last week at school caused a moral crash, many hard feeling and more stress than anyone needs.  We still have testing to get though.  And I can’t get over this cold.

I miss being here – this is my relaxation and stress relief, but there is little time.  Mollie’s home and I love that! But having boxes, crates, and laundry baskets filling the whole house as she transitions from college to camp doesn’t make it more relaxing. We sometime end up storing the over flow in LJ’s room.  But I need to get in there and clean because LJ and Collin are coming home! They will be here Wednesday for a wedding they will both be in next Sunday.  I love seeing my boys, but this isn’t the best time for a nice quiet visit. 

I know the school year will end!  The kids are done this Friday. Finally time to stop and enjoy my own children, except Mollie will be leaving Saturday and LJ and Colin fly out Monday. I’ll finally have time and their gone. All is not lost, I’ve gotten to spend some quality time with Mollie and the boys are always in and out when they’re here anyway.

As you can see blogging time is taking a back seat these days, as it should, but I still miss you all. A couple of time in the last few weeks I’ve had some time to write and I wanted to get a story done for Cassie.  But when I had the time she wasn’t ready to tell it.  I wanted/needed to get it done and I started writing.  I swear it was as if Cassie sat down crossed her arms, smiled at me and said, “Fine, write it yourself.”

I proceeded to write two pages that could have been written by an illiterate six year old! I could hear Cassie in my head laughing at me.  Anyway it taught me I can’t do a darn thing there unless she’s ready.  So of course now she is ready and I don’t have time to type it up for her.  And you all thought I was just a little crazy!

Anyway I squeezed out a moment here to tell you I’m alive and well and hoping to get back to reading, writing, and commenting once the school year ends.  Don’t forget me!

Fantasy Friday Revisited - Carl and Betty

It's Friday, and it's been a long hard week for me.  Next week will unfortunately be worse, but at least by this time next week the students will be all through.  Never have I wanted a school year to end as much as I do this year.

The good news - this is a story from Annie, my anonymous friend who writes so very, very well.  This is a wonderful story that I have no doubt you like.  It's a repeat, but it's worth a reread for sure.

I hope you'll enjoy this wonderful story...

Carl and Betty

Carlton Brewster Howell, Jr. slammed down the phone receiver and swore loudly. Normally a quiet, soft spoken man, he had reached his wits end with his new bride. Betty was out of control, spending money like a demon, and refusing to listen to reason. He was well off and certainly able to provide a more than comfortable lifestyle but at the rate she was going he would be dipping into his stock portfolio soon, just to pay the mortgage. It wasn’t as if they needed the things she was buying, she simply shopped until she was tired, every day.

The arguments over money were escalating into all out warfare that no longer ended in steamy sessions of lovemaking. Now this, a store manager had called to inform him that Betty had charged over $3000.00 worth of dresses, left without signing the slip, and refused to return when he called her about it.

Telling his secretary he was leaving early he headed downtown to take care of her latest mess. Fuming the whole way over her inconsiderate behavior, and angry at himself for impulsively marrying a girl young enough to be his daughter.

Park Avenue Dress Shop was a small, exclusive boutique that catered to the younger crowd. Carlton wandered through the shop as he waited for the manager to see him, their merchandise was lovely and the price tags reflected their uptown location.

Mr. Lee, the manager, was quite apologetic for the misunderstanding, assuring Carlton that he felt it was the sales clerk’s fault for not completing the paperwork before Mrs. Howell left the store. Carlton couldn’t bear the thought of a clerk being fired and explained to Mr. Lee his wife’s somewhat unusual approach to finances. Mr. Lee, seeing the pain this was causing hastened to assure Carlton that no one would be fired.
This was a family business, the clerk was one of his nieces. She would be disciplined, not fired.

“Just how does one go about “disciplining” a woman that doesn’t listen to a word you say, that’s what I’d like to know.” Carlton mumbled, almost to himself.

“Perhaps you speak to the wrong end.” Mr. Lee ventured. “I do not allow my wife, my daughters, or my nieces to ignore my requests, it would be disrespectful of me to ignore my duty to them.”

“Well, you seem to be doing much better at it than I am, maybe you’d like to tell me your secret for getting them to listen. My wife says, yes, dear, and does as she damn well pleases the minute my back is turned.”

“Forgive me if I offend, sir, but when was the last time you disciplined her?”

Carlton sighed, “I’ve scolded her, put her on a budget, even taken her credit cards away, nothing seems to work, it doesn’t even slow her down.”

“Ah, I begin to see your problem. You treat her like an adult, she behaves like a child and you do nothing to control her. Mrs. Howell, she is slightly younger than yourself, is she not?”

“You don’t have to be so tactful, she’s half my age and we both know it, but what does that have to do with her spending money?”

“Perhaps you would care to join me in my office, I must speak to my niece about this very problem. I think you will understand more by observing. Please follow me.”

Carlton was ensconced in a comfortable chair, served coffee, and beginning to relax when a young woman entered the office, her head hung low. She went to stand in front of her uncle’s desk, looking like a school girl.

“My niece, how is it that I find myself speaking to you again? Did I not make myself clear the last time?”

“Oh no, please, Uncle, I am very sorry. I will do better, this will never happen again, I promise.” The girl was pleading and almost in tears.

“I have told you what would happen if I had to speak to you about sloppy work, please try to listen this time.”

With that Mr. Lee walked to the center of the room, dragging a straight backed chair. He then removed an old fashioned, wooden paddle from a drawer, seated himself and drew his niece to his side. She jerked violently at his touch.

“Please, Uncle, not in front of a stranger, you can’t, please.”

“You are the one who has made this necessary. Mr. Howell was inconvenienced by a trip to undo your mistake. I have warned you that you would be punished if your work did not improve.”

With that Mr. Lee drew the young woman over his lap and raised her skirt above her waist. Drawing her panties and tights down to mid-thigh he began scolding in a low, quiet, almost sad voice. Explaining again why this punishment was being delivered.

With no warning the paddle descended with a sharp crack, causing a muffled sob. Soon the room was filled with resounding blows as the paddle was briskly applied to the squirming bottom. Carlton was frozen in place, he had a clear view of the rapidly reddening backside and he was both embarrassed and fascinated by the way the paddle flattened her buttocks leaving a red, fiery mark in it’s wake.

All through the spanking Mr. Lee continued to explain, over and over, why she was being punished, as he continued to paddle, over and over. By this time the poor girl was screaming, promising to be good, and begging him to stop, but he calmly spanked, covering every inch of her bottom until it glowed.

Suddenly the girl stopped begging and slumped over her uncle’s lap, crying loudly and gulping for air as the paddle played it’s burning song. This seemed to be what Mr. Lee was waiting for, he stopped spanking, explained again why this punishment had been given, then gave her several, very hard whacks, “to help her remember this”. He then helped her replace her clothing, ignoring her wince at the touch on her sore backside, hugged her tightly, told her he loved her and sent her to freshen up and return to work.

‘Mr. Howell, you seem shocked. I assure you this method clears the air, prevents issues from escalating and provides a very real deterrent to repeat behavior.”

“Do you spank your whole staff?”

“Actually, I do, but only when it is deserved. They are all daughters and nieces, it is my job to help them learn. I also spank my wife, but she is smarter than the young ones, it doesn’t happen very often.”

Carlton was confused, part of him was too much a gentleman to even think of striking his wife, the other part was already seeing her lovely white ass turning red across his lap. Seeing his conflict Mr. Lee offered to share his experiences over dinner.

Several hours later a much enlightened and very determined husband returned home, carrying several surprise packages for his new bride. He found her in her usual spot, lounging in the bedroom gloating over her days purchases.

Pausing for a moment before she saw him he was struck again by how sweet and lovely she was. Only five feet tall and perfectly proportioned, she looked like a china doll curled up on that big bed, her hair falling in her face as she leaned over, stroking a new dress like a kitten.

“Betty, I’m home.”

“Oh sugar, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Elizabeth, it just isn’t right for a Howell to have a common old name like Betty. Now come see what I got today, isn’t it beautiful?”

“Is that the dress you stole from Park Avenue?” he asked coldly.

“What, why what are you talking about, sugar, we’re rich, I don’t have to steal anything.” In spite of her answer she looked a little worried.

“You must have had a long day, come over here and let me rub your shoulders and you can tell me all about it.”

“You would be surprised at my day I am sure. But I want an answer, is that the dress you stole today?”

“Now, Carl, that’s enough I’m just not going to talk to you at all if you keep this silliness up.”

“So you say you did not steal that dress?”

“Who accused me of stealing, we’ll sue them for all they’re worth, especially after all the money I’ve spent in that store. Why I ought to just call our lawyer right now.” Betty worked herself up into a righteous indignation and he let her go on for a moment. Any doubts he might have had about his plan were dispelled by her attitude.

“I brought you a present, two, in fact, don’t you want to know what they are?”

“Well why didn’t you say so, I just love presents.”

“Before you open them I want you to come sit with me on the couch for a minute. I have something to say to you.”

“I love you, Betty, more than you know, but I can not go on as we have been. I have tried talking, begging even ignoring in the hope that things would improve. It is time that we made some changes. I will not have this kind of turmoil in my home. I am in charge, you will obey my rules or suffer the consequences. If you do not care enough for me to do so, then I will help you pack and we will end this farce of a marriage right now.”

Betty was stunned, then angry, certain there was someone else. He allowed her to scream and accuse for a minute then took her arm.

“I will not tolerate disrespect for me, or anyone else, in my home, do you understand? You are acting like a spoiled brat and I intend to treat you like one.”

Carlton ripped open the package and laid the new paddle and strap out.

“From now on, when you disobey me I will take you across my lap, pull down your pants and spank you until I have your attention, then you will be punished for your behavior with this paddle until I feel you have learned a lesson. If you lie to me, if you steal or sneak behind my back, you will then get the strap. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Betty sat, staring at him, he had never spoken to her in such a stern manner, it reminded her of her father.

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, YOUNG LADY?”

“Yes, yes sir.” Betty stammered, unsure what had upset him so.

With that Carlton grabbed his young bride, pulled her across his lap and had her nightgown up and her panties down before she knew what had happened.

“What do you think you are doing? This has gone far enough, I won’t put up with this, I’ll call my lawyer. I’ll call the police, I’ll OW, STOP, HEY, NOOOOOOO”

Carlton’s hand kept a steady rhythm covering her wiggling butt with large red hand prints, ignoring her struggles, threats, and screams for help, he simply spanked harder and harder. After several minutes of steady spanking the threats gave way to promises to be good.

“Okay, okay, you can stop now, I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be good, please stop,....”

“Now that I have your attention we can get to the problem at hand, so to speak.”

With that he picked up the paddle and began explaining, carefully and slowly, a swat for each word, how unhappy he was with her behavior and how things were going to change.

SWAT “I asked you not to go on shopping sprees.” SWAT SWAT SWAT

CRACK “I am ashamed at your behavior today.” CRACK SWAT WHAP

YEOW “I’m sorry honey.” OUCH “I won’t do it again.” YIKES “Stop, please STOP”

But Carlton could feel how much better this was than fighting. He ignored her begging and waited for her bottom to tell him that she was learning her lesson. Her butt was bright red and fiery hot but he knew he wasn’t done yet.

He stopped paddling for a moment and rested his hand on her , feeling the heat.

“Let’s try again, is that the dress you stole from Park Avenue today?”

No answer, so he started paddling again, a little harder this time.

OUCH! NO! STOP! PLEASE, NO MORE!

“Is that the dress you took today?”

He aimed a little lower, raining blows to the tender spot right at the crease between her thighs and buttocks, causing her to howl and blubber. Another flurry of spanks alternating cheeks and she collapsed, sobbing, all resistance gone. Just a little girl crying her heart out, all defiance long gone, enduring a blistering that would guarantee she would be sleeping on her stomach and standing up for breakfast, at least.

“Is that the dress you took without paying today?”

YES! YES! I’M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE , NO MORE!!!!

He landed several hard swats to each cheek, just to let her know who was in charge, and set the paddle aside, stroking her hot bottom and holding her securely as she hung limp and sobbing over his knees.

“What did I tell you would happen if you lied to me?” he asked gently.

She just cried, refusing to believe he could be so cruel, surely he couldn’t mean there was more. Her sobbing and wailing reached new heights when he picked up the strap.

THWACK!!!!

Betty screamed and bucked, as much as the paddle hurt it was nothing compared to the fire of the strap.

THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!!!

Betty’s whole body convulsed with each stroke across her already raw and sore flesh.

“Are you sorry for lying to me?”

“Oh yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please stop, I’ll be good.”

“Just three more, one for each thousand that you stole.”

“NO!!! PLEASE!!!!! NO MORE!!!!

THWACK!!!!! AIEEEE!!!! NO!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!

THWACK!!!!

“That’s all over now. Come lay on the bed and let me put a cool rag on your bottom.”

Carlton helped his still sobbing wife out of her panties and onto the bed, fetching a wet towel, holding her and soothing her as she cried.

“I’m sorry, Carl. I’ll be good, I’ll even stick to my budget. I don’t know why I’m so mean sometimes. Please don’t make me leave, I love you, I promise I’ll be good from now on.”

Carlton listened to Betty’s promises, soothing her fears and holding her tight until she cried herself to sleep. Watching her tear stained face he wrestled with his own emotions. There was no doubt this was more effective than fighting and shouting. He felt a little guilty at how good it felt to have his wife squirming over his lap as he punished her.

Part of him hoped that she had learned her lesson, part of him hoped that she would steal another dress tomorrow so he could spank her all over again.

~o0o~

Annie, thank you once again. We love your stories and anytime you do have time to write we'd love to read it!

There are so many good new bloggers out here. Please remember that Fantasy Friday is opened to everyone! Even if you don't fancy yourself a writer why not give it a try? Write the story of your perfect spanking. We would love to hear what you have to say. Please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Sunshine Award

Minelle was kind enough to nominate me for the Sunshine Award. The idea is for bloggers to present the sun-loving flower to other bloggers who “creatively and positively inspire others in the blogosphere.” I can’t think of a better description of Minelle, she is forever kind and supportive to everyone.  I thank her for the nomination and for her friendship.

The rules:

(1) Thank the person who gave you the award in your blog post.

(2) Complete the Q&A below in your blog post.

(3) Pass on the award to 10-12 deserving and inspiring bloggers, inform them and link to their blogs.

Favorite Color: Purple – it’s a bright, fun color.  It makes me happy.

Favorite Animal: I worked for a vet for eight years.  I love all kinds of animals, but these days I choose cats as the animal I’m currently willing to have in my home.

Favorite Number: Eight, don’t know why.  I remember liking it always.

Favorite Non-alcoholic Drink: Sundrop, a soft drink most haven’t heard of.

Facebook or Twitter: I like Facebook pretty well, but I’m not hooked on it as I am in blogland.  I enjoy being able to keep up with my kids through it and some old friends.  But I’m usually more of a lurker.  I don’t tweet.

Your Passion: I have more passions than I used to. I have passion for Nick, for our marriage – more now than in the past.  I am passionate in my love for my children, Mollie, LJ and Collin.  I also have a passion for blogging and the friends I’ve made through my blogs.  And lastly I have a passion for writing.  I may publish someday, it may not happen – but I’ll always write.

Giving or getting presents: I’m still a kid at heart and I love getting presents. But when you find that perfect gift for someone you love and you’re able to give it to him or her, that’s the best feeling.

Favorite Day:  Hmm… I love the Christmas season, but as the kids have grown up we don’t always get together on Christmas Day.  So as I think about it I believe the last day of school has to be my favorite day!

Favorite Flowers: I like Hyacinth the very best.  They smell like springtime itself! You just can’t smell them and not smile

Nomination…

I can’t do it – I always worry about leaving someone out. So if you are on my blogroll or we have ever emailed, consider yourself nominated.

Love having Mollie, hate having this cold

It’s Mother’s Day and I'm lucky enough to have Mollie here with me.  We’ll see Nick’s Mom and Dad after church for lunch – but don’t worry, we aren’t making her cook.  She hasn’t been feeling great lately.  Last Sunday we showed up at their place to see a ladder placed against the side of the house where my FIL had been up cleaning out the gutters.  No problem, I mean he won’t be 92 until next month!  He has three sons and a grandson who are usually there at least once a week and who would have been happy to do it – but what are you going to do?  Thank goodness he managed to get back down in one piece.

Nick gave me what I asked for, for mother’s day.  I asked for no weigh in this week – I’m doing terrible!  I’ve been overeating and then coming home with NO energy or desire to exercise at all. Of course he told me I’d have to show progress from last week or I’d be paying double this coming week.  Scary thought especially with Mollie home for the week, she cooks and we’ll want to take her out some too.

Then there’s this cold.  This is the worst cold I’ve had in years. My head, ears and chest are all involved.  I know doctors can’t cure a cold I may go next week if I’m not feeling any better.  I’ll be testing at school soon and I have to be able to stand up and walk around and right now I’m not sure I can even manage that. If I’m not commenting or writing as much it’s because I’m trying to use my energy on getting well.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Mother’s day. 

Fantasy Friday revisited - Ending or beginning ? Part two

I've got a full blown cold and I'm not feeling my best, but Mollie's home, her school year is finished.  I'll get to have her until near the end of May when she will head off to camp again. I'm an old softy and so I decided not to make everyone wait a whole week for the next part of the story.   You can find part one here. 

Enjoy...

Ending or Beginning? Part two

Beth’s mind raced as she stood in the corner. It seemed so childish to be here but she was focused. She thought of Russell and she thought back to their early marriage when he was so forceful. Would she be able to do that again – it could be very uncomfortable, even painful but the relief of not being in charge would be heaven. Since the kids came she felt like she handled everything, including Russell. Back when he was in control life had been wonderfully unpredictable. Sometimes he was romantic and passionate. They had sex often and it was wild and crazy. Sometimes he was strict and demanding, he would spank her hard and she might sport welt and bruises on her ass for days. And some of the things he did she remembered as humiliating and almost sadistic. And for some reason it was those memories that rushed back to her now with waves of desire. She didn’t know how long she had been in the corner when Russell spoke behind her.

“What’s your decision? Beth I love you, I want you so badly but I know this was what worked best for us. It won’t be easy. I’m going back to my old ways and the next few days will be total submersion.”

Total Submersion – Beth shuddered at those words. In the early years they had happened 3 or 4 times a year whenever Russell really thought she had gotten way out of line. It was usually a weekend of totally control on his part. He gave orders and expected them carried out correctly and at once. Punishment was swift and painful for not obeying. It wasn’t the way they had live most of the time but it certainly got her back in line quickly. And when those weekends were over Beth and Russell were their happiest.

Beth took a deep breath and without looking around said “I want to try too Russell. I’m scared, but I don’t want to lose you. I want what we used to have.”

Russell turned her from the corner and kissed her. “We start now, you know tomorrow won’t be an easy day but it’s one we both need. Now I’ve got to run one errand then I won’t have to leave the house for a few days. I want you to clean both bathrooms and run a load of laundry while I’m gone. I won’t be more than two hours.”

Beth nearly laughed at herself. She tried to remember the last time Russ had ‘told’ her to do anything. ‘I can’t remember when I’ve looked forward to cleaning bathrooms more’ she thought to herself. She hurried through the first one and then headed to put in a load of laundry. Passing the computer she couldn’t stop from sending off a quick email to Deb. Deb was an old friend who knew that she and Russell had once had a DD relationship. She had to tell her the latest. And email would only take a minute but as it happened Deb was on line and IMed “Tell me more!!” They chatted for just a minute it seemed when Beth heard Russell entering the house.

“Shit!” was Beth’s only thought as she hurried to close the computer and grab the laundry basket. But it was too late as Russell walked into the room.

“What did I tell you to do? Gossip on the computer?” He stared at the laundry basket sitting in the floor then he went to inspect both bathrooms. One hadn’t been touched. Russell came back into the room and said, “Follow me.”

“Russell I was just planning to be on for a minute really…” Her voice trailed off. He didn’t seem to want explanation or excuses. She followed him to the back yard and out to the willow tree. “Here” he said thrusting a small pair of pruning shears into her hand. ”Cut me a switch.”

Another blast from the past, and not a pleasant one! A switching was not a good way to begin several days of punishment. A switching hurt so badly! But she had given the next two day to him and she wasn’t going back on her word. She felt exposed in the yard as if any neighbor who might be looking would know exactly what she was doing. She quickly cut a switch and brought it over to Russell.

“This will do.” He said as he began stripping off the leaves. “Now get to the house.” Back inside he took her over to the laundry basket. “Bend over and put your hands on the basket.” Beth did causing her jeans to tighten over her ass.

She heard the dreaded swish an instant before she felt the biting pain. Over and over the switch bit into her ass and thighs as she danced in place holding onto the basket for dear life. She hadn’t remembered how much it hurt! “Please, Russ, stop it burns!”

After 12 Russell stopped. “Burn is the right word; you are going to burn before these two days are up. Now get that laundry done.” Beth snatched up the basket and Russell followed her to the laundry room. “You can put those jeans and panties you’re wearing in too. You won’t need them any more tonight.” Beth hesitated a moment too long as the switch delivered several stinging bites to her sit spot. She quickly stripped from the waist down. Russell bent her over and closely inspected her stripped ass. This was more embarrassing that the switching. He ran he hands over the welts and repeated “Yep, you’re going to burn.”

Leading her to the bedroom he place pillow at the foot of the bed and bent her over. She felt him step back and heard him unfasten his belt. Placing his hand on the small of her back he placed 5 strong swats to her already burning bottom. Beth squirmed and twisted trying to get away. “Beth, I still have the old spreader bar. If I have to go get it now you’re going to regret it. You’ll keep still or I’ll do this all with the switch.”

With these threats in mind Beth was determined to stay in position. “Did I tell you to do the laundry before I left?”

“Yes sir.” Beth answered.

“Did you do it then?”

“No sir.” Came the answer.

Five more hard swats followed. Beth was dancing on her tiptoes and clinching in an effort to hold her place.

“I told you to clean both bathrooms, did you?”

“I cleaned one.” Beth gasped.

Without hesitation ten heavy swats rained down on her thighs. Beth cried out in agony. “I’ll ask again, did you clean both bathrooms?”

“No sir!” Beth sobbed, and received 5 more swats to her red and welted ass.

“I think you better get to cleaning it right now. Work fast but it had better be done to my satisfaction.”

Beth stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were red from crying, turning around she saw that her ass was shockingly red and the switch marks stood out even in that. She tried to rub but she was too sore. They were barely an hour into their agreement. What had she done? Beth decided to stop thinking and clean the bathroom.

Later she called “Russell, I’m finished. Would you like to come see?”

Russell looked around the sparking bathroom. “It’s beautiful Beth. I can tell you worked hard.” Beth still felt embarrassed and exposed not wearing any pants but when Russell kissed her deeply she was even more embarrassed to feel the evidence of her excitement smearing her upper thighs.

“Come on” he encouraged “I’ve got supper ready.”

In the dining room Russell said “Sit, I’ll bring it in.”

Beth saw placed in her chair at the table, a pillow with a towel over it and she felt gratitude toward Russell for his thoughtfulness. Sitting down gingerly her gratitude quickly changed. “Russ it’s hot!” She said leaping up.

“Yes ma’am it is and I told you to sit!” Russell sat her supper before her as she tried sitting again. “You’ll sit right there on that heating pad until I give you permission to leave the table. I don’t want to have to spank you any more tonight but that doesn’t mean I want your butt to cool off any. Now sit up and eat your supper.”

Beth ate in agony! That damn thing must be turned up all the way she thought. The thin towel between her and the heating pad did little good. Russell seemed to have fallen back in his roll with full force. When she was finished she said respectfully “Russell thank you. That was delicious. May I please be excused from the table now?”

Russell smiled “You asked so sweetly. Yes Beth, you may be excused. After you take care of the kitchen grab a couple of beers and join me in the living room.” Beth practically leapt from her chair and grabbed their dishes. In the kitchen she pressed her burning butt against the refrigerator in an attempt to cool the flames. It felt good but not for long. She was relieved to know that there was to be no more spanking tonight. And she was happy to join Russell for a beer. He hadn’t even turned on the TV they just talked. Beth’s bottom burned but she felt content lying with him on the couch.

Finally Russell sat up and pulled her across his lap. “You said no more spanking.” She cried.

“I’m not spanking, I’m inspecting.” he informed her. He rubbed his had all over her ass. “Open your legs.” Russ commanded. Beth felt herself blushing as she did what he asked. Beth was sopping and as Russell found and rubbed her clit; she nearly came at his first touch.

Russell removed his hand “Beth your body tells on you every time. That’s how I know this is still good for you. Now I want you back in the bed room, underdressed and on all fours.

Beth scurried to do as he ask and when Russell walked into the room and saw his previously frigid wife in position and waiting for him his erection was almost immediate. Stepping into the bathroom he picked up a bath brush. Back in the bedroom he smacked the bed hard. Beth jumped and whimpered. She said nothing about him promising no more spanking and held her position. Turning the brush around Russell ran the bristle side lightly over Beth sore ass. Beth squirmed; even the light touch was reigniting the fire. Russ ran the brush over her harder and Beth felt every stroke of the day begin to burn intently. Russell ran the bristle between Beth’s legs.

Beth low moan was all Russell could take. Grabbing her by the hips Russell pulled her onto his shaft with one thrust. The explosion for both of them came at the same time. It had been months of celibacy. They collapsed together panting. Beth cried with happiness and relief. Russell held her, stroking her face.

“I love you. Tomorrow will be hard on you. But it will be a day you won’t soon forget.”

Tomorrow would be hard? What did he think today had been? Beth was too content at the moment to think too hard. Tomorrow would come, she would deal with that then.

~~o0o~~

Again many, many thanks to Kim and to everyone that comes here to read. There is obviously more to this story and I am hoping Kim gets in touch with another part. I also hope that there are others out there writing now. Please send any stories you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com.

Fantasy Friday revisited - Ending or Beginning?

I woke Thursday with a sore throat – not the best thing for a teacher to have near the end of school.  I need my voice to keep control!  Thankfully I’m old enough and had a severe enough stare to hold them at bay for a day or two.  Hopefully I’ll recover some over the weekend.

This story is a repeat, but it’s one that really gets to me and manages to push all my buttons. The writer is Kim a long time reader who didn’t want to share any information back when I first posted this.  I hope to hear from her again.

I have no doubt you’ll enjoy…

Ending or Beginning?

Beth woke as they pulled into the garage a little after 2 AM. The first clear thought she had was, well that’s that. Her third child’s wedding day had gone beautifully but since all three kids had married in the past 18 months all Beth could really feel was exhaustion.

Russell opened the door without speaking. Not that that was unusual they rarely spoke these days anyway. She knew Russell was getting ready to leave her. All the signs were there, the lack of communication, the loss of intimacy, and in the last few months she would catch him staring at her for no reason. She wondered if he too wondered what had happened to them after 35 years of marriage. It was all gone, the love, the passion, the closeness all gone. And I never even realized it was going she thought to herself.

Although she knew it was coming, it was a shock the next morning. Russell woke her before leaving for work, “I need to talk to you about something important. Can you plan on being home this afternoon?” Anger hit her harder than she expected. Got the kids married off and you’re getting the hell out of Dodge! Is that it? Beth thought to herself. To Russell she answered “Yes, I’ll be here.” She couldn’t say more without crying and she wasn’t crying about this in front of him. If he wanted out so damn bad then good riddance!

She spent most of the day trying not to think at all. The thought that did creep in were mostly wondering what in the world had happened. Did she still love Russell? He was still easy on the eye, she had to admit that but he wasn’t the man she had married. He seemed to be a pale copy. She still loved the Russell she had married. She still wanted love – romance – passion but at 55 would she be able to find it again? Was she going to be alone for the rest of her life? Bitterly she realized that Russell would have no problem finding some young thing but how many men were looking for a middle aged, mother of three, grandmother of one with no remarkable talents to her name. Tears came then and Beth found herself sobbing for the changes that were coming.

Russell came home early in the afternoon. She didn’t go to greet him she stayed in the den on the computer but she could hear him moving around upstairs and wondered if he were packing to leave. Nearly an hour passed before he came to find her.

“Would you close the computer so we can talk?” he asked.

Beth’s hands were trembling as she sat the computer beside her on the table and turned to face Russell. He began at once.

“Our marriage isn’t working. I think we’ve both know this for a long time. We lead separate lives. I’ve felt for years that we were both here out of habit and that’s no reason to be married. Have you felt that way too?”

Beth stared at him “This is your conversation Russell. I have nothing to say.” She answered coldly.

Russell sighed and went on, “We used to be so good together. Beth I still love you. But I know I haven’t been the husband I should have been. I’ve thought a lot about the old days. We’ve changed so much that I don’t know if we can get it back. But what I want to know is, are you willing to try?”

“You’re not leaving? I thought you had already made up your mind.”

“Beth I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to go on like this. I want to try to regain what we’ve lost and I think we can. Are you willing to listen to my ideas and at least try them? I’m only asking for a few days. Don’t you think our marriage is worth that?”

Russell seemed sincere but what could they do in a few days that would matter? “I… I guess I’m willing but I don’t …”

Russell interrupted her. I’ve moved some things into the guest room. Come with me please.” He held out his hand. Beth hesitated as anger faired again. He wants to work on the marriage by moving into the other bedroom? Perfect!

But Russell was looking at her calmly and repeated “Please?” Beth took a deep breath and took his hand. At the guest room Russell opened the door for her and stood back as she entered the dark room. Stepping in and closing the door behind him Russell flipped on the light.

Beth gasped and stood stock still. Where?… what?…how? The bed was covered many items. Many were from their past and many were obviously brand new. Her eyes couldn’t take it all in at once. Many she remembered, the paddle with the holes in it, the wicked hair brush (it often left bruises she remembered), his old black belt (she thought it had been thrown away long ago), old spatula, wooded spoons, ping pong paddles, paint stirrers – her ass tingled as her eyes passes over each one. But that wasn’t all that was on the bed, there were restraints, several new butt plugs and a few items Beth couldn’t even identify.

Strangely among all these things her eyes settled on a bar of soap in the center of the bed and her mind flew back to a day when they had been marriage less than three months. They had been in the yard and she had been so mad! She couldn’t remember what she had been mad about but she had screamed and cussed and Russell for all she was worth. Neighbors had turned to look and she had pitched her temper tantrum.

Russell practically drug her inside and into their small kitchen. He had been nearly as mad as Beth. “What did I say I was going to do the next time you cussed at me like that?” he demanded in an angry voice.

“You said you’d wash my mouth out with soap! But that ain’t happening you son-of-a-bitch! Let me out of here.” She yelled! Russell muscular frame completely blocked her way out. Mad as he was he seemed to be calming down.

“What I said was that I would wash your mouth out with soap and then bare you ass and give you the whipping you deserve. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He told her in a calm matter-of-fact tone. Russell took a clean cloth from the drawer, wet it and rubbed it vigorously over the soap “Now open your mouth.”

“You are out of your fucking mind, asshole!” she snarled starting to panic. “Get out of my way!”

Russell grabbed her and quickly bent her over the counter. He reached for a wooden spoon and began laying into her ass full force. The pain was intense and Beth screamed at him to stop he was killing her. “I’ll stop,” Russell told her over her shouts “as soon as you're ready for me to wash your mouth out with soap. I told you cussing me would lead to this. Did you think I was kidding?”

The assault on her ass was too much to take “Stop, stop!! I’ll open my mouth. I will!”

Russell stopped and laid the spoon down. He re-wet and lathered the cloth again and Beth with eyes still blazing with anger opened her mouth. He rubbed the vile tasting soap on her tongue, cheek and even the roof of her mouth before he stopped. It was as horrible as she had expected but it wasn’t as painful as the spoon had been.

Taking her had he walked her to the living room and over to the corner. “You stand here until I’m ready for you to come out and get your whipping.”

“You just whipped me! You can’t do in again!”

“That was for not opening your mouth.”

“I hate you!” She cried “I’m leaving you!”

“Well I love you” was his answer “But your screaming and cussing me ain’t how our marriage is gonna be.” Turning her to face the corner he continued talking. “You’re going to stand here and think, and you think hard. Do you really want to leave? Are we going to be better off apart? If you stay are you going to let me be the head of the family? You need some discipline in your life and you know it. I’m here to give that to you. You got some important decisions to make and you’re going to stand right here in this corner until you make them.”

“In a few minutes I’m going to give you a choice. You can come out of there, get your things and leave me or you can bare your butt and take the whipping you’ve got coming.

She heard Russell sit down in a chair behind her. Her mind was spinning. She has only said that about leaving him because she was so angry. She loved Russell. Her parents had let her run wild since she was a kid. They had never cared. Russell did. He had care about her from their first date. She would never leave him.

Ten minutes later Russell spoke to her, “Beth, it’s time to decide. What’s it going to be?” Beth didn’t say a word; she just pulled down her jeans and panties and waited…

Beth brought her mind back to the present. That had been so long ago, they had been kids with little education, no money, nothing but a deep love for each other. Now they were middle aged, they had college degrees, they were affluent, they were parents, grandparents… they couldn’t go back to this it would never work. But the memory had brought tears to her eyes and she remembered the love and passion that had concluded that night.

Russell touched her shoulder and she turned to him. “Oh, Russell we’re not kids anymore. We stopped this long ago.”

“That was my fault. I let you down when we stopped. Beth, I want you and I want our marriage. Will you give me a chance to make it up to you? Will you give me, us, one more chance? Will you at least think about it?”

Beth stared at Russell as she stared at him. How long had it been since they had looked into each other eyes for more than a second? Could this possibly work, could she handle all that it implied? She really didn’t know but she knew that this decision could change her life. Taking a deep breath Beth said quietly “Russell this is a big decision. I wish I had somewhere quiet to think.”

Russell understood at once “I’ve got the perfect place.” He said and led her to the corner.

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Thanks again Kim. I told her the first time I posted this that if it doesn't have a sequel someone needs a hard spanking! Thank goodness she came through for me back then.  I won't make you wait a week, I'll have it up tomorrow.  Although maybe I should make you wait.  If I'm not getting any new stories so I may need to stretch this out. We'll see.

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