I feel like this...

I want to feel like this

What could make me feel this way?

At least I think it would.

The rest of the story...

What blogger can stop with just yes or no?

Taken a picture naked? Yes – Nick was a photographer when I met him had a studio in his house and his own dark room. Most are very tasteful and once Mollie moves out one of them is going up in our bedroom. Who cares if the grandkids someday think Grandma was a babe!!

Made money illegally? No

Had a one night stand? No – Nick in my one and only!

Been in a fist fight? Yes – When I was 10 a kid held my puppy out a second floor window. I walked away until he brought the pup back in then I decked him!

Slept with your best friend? Yes – Nick of course.

Had sex in a public place? No

Ditched work to have sex? No – But not to say I won’t.

Slept with a member of the same sex? No – Well if you want to count my mom. sister and Mollie I could say yes.

Seen someone die? Yes – I had the prividge of being with both of my parents when they died.

Ran from the police? No

Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? No, at least not as an adult.

Worn your partners unmentionables? No – Sadly for most of our marriage I could never get my butt in to his skinny boxers, never will be able to again!

Fallen asleep at work? Yes – During a movie.

Used toys in the bedroom? Yes – You darn well better believe it!
Ran a red light? Yes – Oh come on, everyone has!

Been fired? No

Been in a car accident? Yes – I drove as well as LJ when I was young.

Pole danced or done a striptease? No – Something else I might try someday.

Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes – and Eva is the only one I have told about this. She may not remember.

Sang karaoke? No

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes – Very often

Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes – I have had 2 kids and I am over 50, so of course it’s yes.

Caught someone having sex? No

Kissed a perfect stranger? Yes – Used to pick up boy at the beach when I was a teenager.

Shaved your partner? No

Given your private parts a nickname? No

Ever gone in public without underwear? Yes – I mean I have on pants but sometimes no underwear.

Had sex on a roof top? No

Played chicken? No

Mooned/flashed someone? No

Do you sleep naked? Yes – Never did until I came out to Nick about spanking now I hate to sleep in anything!

Blacked out from drinking? No – Since I do not drink.

Felt like killing someone? Yes – I am in education, what do you think!

Had sex more than 5 times in one day? No

Been with someone because they were in a band? No

Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? No

Shot a gun? Yes – My dad took me shooting when I was a kid because I begged him. Don’t want to shoot again.

Gone outside naked? Yes – Went streaking in college. I was with 2 friends, out the door and down the middle of the street one night. Got to the corner and in a panic ran back to find that our other roommate had locked the door and turned on the poarch light. Thank heavens I keep junk in my car. I found 2 big t-shirts and a beach towel.

Fantasy Friday - The reveal

This was a very special Fantasy Friday. It was a wonderful sexy read but it also seemed to make people think about some important aspects of spanking and communication. One of the reasons it seemed so real was that it was.

This story was based on something that really happened with my husband and me. Writing things down tends to help me process them and, you know, the sex part is just fun! My husband's approach to ultimately dealing with the conflict worked perfectly. When I gave this to Elis, I really didn't expect people to focus so much on the "moral" to the story. I hope everyone enjoyed it; I certainly had fun writing it.

Ahh… but who wrote 'Safe Word'? Lori gained the early lead and held on with eleven votes but it wasn’t Lori. Michelle got the next highest number of votes but it wasn’t her either. So Sara came in with 4 votes and Jessica with 3 and here is what the author had to say about the voting.

BTW - I thought for sure that my style would have crept through and most of the votes would go to me. But no! Two of the three votes I received were from people I told of the incident when it happened.

So there you have it Jessica was the author and two of her three votes had inside information. So who was that last vote folks?? Someone smart or just lucky? Thanks Jessica, I hope you will write more.

We have a great story for this Friday and then once again the cupboard will be bare so if you are holding on to any stories out there please send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

And then the paddle exploded…

Maybe I should start at the beginning. We had a Wednesday afternoon to ourselves again. I went to the gym but I can’t say I was enthusiastic about the idea. It has seemed tough to drag myself in the past few weeks. When I got home I was not in a great mood either, not for romance or play. I just felt blah. But Nick was in a good mood and invited me to the bedroom for a massage – so that is what they are calling it now.

But I did get a nice massage – feet included. I swear a good foot massage ranks right up there with a spanking for how good it can make me feel. So not wearing much I snuggled down in the bed only to have a deck of cards suddenly handed to me with the request “pick six”. As I picked my cards I saw that 6 of our implements had been laid out beside me. He went by the number on the card and stated that face cards were 20. I know I drew a 6 for the leather paddle, nice warm up. And then I remember for sure the crop was used for a while- I remember especially what a nice sound it was making as well as a wonderful sting. I believe it was around nine with the piece of leather from the Williamsburg shoe shop and a fantastic face card (20) with his belt! I do like it doubled – more thud than sting and I love it.

But for one implement I drew a two. That was fine because I drew it for the bath brush, who needs much with the bath brush after all? But evidently he felt that with only two each one should count. OMG!! He must have been holding back when we have played with it before because this made an impression like no other! My hat is off to Lori because I know Joe uses this weapon of ass destruction often. If much of this thing was in my future I think I would weigh 100 pounds and have an immaculate home!

But once the cards ran out Nick was looking around for a few implements we hadn’t used in a while. He got out the big mean paddle he made for me but with the first swat part of it broke away. I am not sure exactly what happened, it didn’t exactly break. I think it can be repaired but I still thought it was funny. I think that is 2 for me lately but when Nick reached down under the bed he brought out an old ping pong paddle – I mean OLD ping pong paddle. He gave me one good pop and then the paddle exploded! Or anyway it appeared to. The thin covering of rubber had dry rotted and with one good whack the rubber nearly disintegrated into confetti and flew all over the bed! Well that was the end of the spanking but the fun continued. Until we tried to get all the little pieces of rubber up. What can I tell you, it was a great afternoon.

Now by my count that is THREE implement that lost to my butt in recent months. The paddle ball paddle, the big mean paddle and the ping pong paddle! Doesn’t that mean I get to go implement shopping?

~~~oo0oo~~~

I think the FF story this week is especially good as well as thought provoking. Please click here to read it and there is still plenty of time to vote.

Fantasy Friday - Safe Word

Our Fantasy Friday this week is not only a wonderful read, it also point out some issues that can arise when we don’t communicate! A spanking relationship is great to promote communication but it also gives an opportunity for some problems when we don’t communicate as we should. Enjoy…

Safe Word

Serena opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the carpet from her vantage point bent over a stool in the master bedroom. She grimaced as the leather paddle came down hard on her bare bottom. Whack. Serena gritted her teeth. Whack. The paddle continued to fall and her husband, Rafael, began to whisper sexual suggestions as his spanks became caresses. Serena had prepared herself for a discipline spanking and really wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this type of play. Since the spanking started, she was feeling off emotionally and vulnerable. Even though she had a safe word, she wanted to be a good submissive and obey her husband’s wishes. Rafael alternately spanked and caressed along with an ongoing dialogue about his sexual feelings towards Serena. Normally this would be arousing for Serena, but today she continued to withdrawal inward and disconnect from the situation. She finally jumped out of position and clutched her arms to her chest. “I can’t do this,” she said in a desperate voice.

Rafael was confused, “What’s the matter?” he asked. He moved toward Serena in an attempt to comfort her.

Serena retreated and hugged herself tighter. “I can’t do this, I feel like a whore. I can’t stand the way this is going and I feel like I am being raped.”

Rafael was taken aback. He had been completely oblivious to her discomfort earlier. My God, he would never want her to feel uncomfortable, let alone like she had been violated. “Babe, what is gong on? What can I do?”

“I can’t do this tonight. I am totally freaked out!” She was near tears and she just wanted to run away.

“No problem,” Rafael soothed. “Let me hold you and take care of you.”

“I can’t,” Serena said. “I need some space. I don’t know what is going on with me.” She got dressed quickly and nearly ran out the bedroom door.

Rafael cleaned up their toys and got dressed. He went into the living room with Serena and looked at her with concern. Serena could see Rafael looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but she was in a weird state. She needed to regroup. She new Rafael cared about her but right now she was not sure if she could ever be spanked again without this horrible feeling.

The rest of the night progressed quietly until they went to bed. The bed always seemed huge when they were unhappy with each other. It was as if there was a physical chasm between them as real as the emotional one.

*****

The next day was excruciating for both of them. Serena could hardly look at Rafael. She was not mad at him but somehow hurt and scared. Rafael felt helpless. He did not want to make things worse by confronting her. They went to their respective jobs and got through the day. Both of them were lonely and confused and unsure how to solve the problem.

Serena called Rafael from work and told him some of the things she thought had set off in her moment of panic. Rafael listened patiently and reassured Serena that he would never hurt her physically or emotionally. He said he understood what had upset her and he was sure they could make adjustments and work this out.

The phone call had helped some, but Serena was still scared and out of sorts. She was not sure that she was willing to try spanking again. That panicky feeling was intense and certainly not fun. Should she risk feeling that way again?

Rafael and Serena spent another tense night disconnected and hurt. Rafael was extra gentle with Serena to try and convince her that it was safe to open up to him again. Despite his best efforts, Serena continued to be distant and avoided eye contact.

~~oo0oo~~

The next morning Rafael was at the end of his tolerance. He decided the time for walking on egg shells had passed. Serena was in the bathroom preparing for work. Rafael walked in and smiled, making a point to look her in the eye. “It’s time to get you out of your funk,” he said as he slid his arm around Serena’s waist.

Serena tensed slightly at Rafael’s touch. Rafael ignored it hugged her tighter to his chest. “You need a spanking. You know that I would never hurt you and you know I respect you. Tonight we will take care of this.”

Serena felt a chink in her emotional armor. She met Rafael’s eyes and nodded slowly. Rafael left the bathroom and got ready for work. When Serena came out of the bathroom there was a distinctly lighter mood in the room. She actually smiled tentatively and initiated a brief discussion with her husband. Rafael knew he had made the right decision this morning. He kissed Serena goodbye and went to work mentally planning the events to come that night.
*****

The moment of truth had arrived. Rafael took Serena’s arm gently and said, “It’s time,” he guided her into the master bedroom where the stool sat in the middle of the room.

Serena spied the stool and the familiar churning began in her stomach. Warmth spread from her bottom and her middle to her extremities. She hesitated in the doorway and waited for Rafael to prompt her. She hoped that he would put her over her knee and not bend her over the stool. She needed the physical connection with him.

Always seeming to know what she needed, Rafael sat on the stool and beckoned her over to his lap. He took her arm and carefully helped her over his knee. She was extremely nervous as she settled into this vulnerable position. Rafael held the leather paddle and tapped it lightly on her jean covered bottom. He increased the force and began spanking. He maintained a steady but easy rhythm. The swats were not hard and were causing little discomfort at this point. “Stand up and take down your jeans and panties,” Rafael directed.

Serena complied and placed herself across Rafael’s lap bare bottomed. Rafael laid the paddle against her bottom for a moment and then resumed the spanking. This time the paddle fell harder. Smack. Smack. Rafael kept a constant pace. Serena’s bottom was starting to burn. Each swat with the paddle built the sensitivity in her backside. Rafael spoke calmly as he spanked. “You know that I would never hurt you physically or emotionally, right.” He asked.

“Yes sir,” Serena responded as expected. Smack. Rafael continued to query Serena, “Do you have a safe word?” he asked. “Yes sir,” she replied without hesitation. “You know that you are to use your safe word any time you are physically or emotionally uncomfortable, right?”

“Yes sir,” Serena said humbly. Rafael put the leather paddle down and picked up the wood paddle. The first swat was jarring. Serena grunted and clenched her jaw.

“What are you supposed to do if you are uncomfortable during a spanking?” Rafael asked with another harder swat.

“Use my safe word sir,” Serena grunted. Swat. Swat. Swat. The paddle scorched her bottom in rapid succession. “That’s right,” Rafael confirmed.

Swat. “Now we have a few things we need to discuss about your behavior,” Rafael stated firmly. He spanked her twice hard on each cheek. “You blackmailed me into telling you where the hidden candy was by threatening that you would go out and buy candy if I didn’t tell you. Do you remember that?” Rafael inquired as he spanked her several times hard.

“Yes sir,” Serena squeaked. The pain was beginning to test her limits but she did not need to use her safe word. The wood paddle was the most painful of all of their spanking implements and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“You also drank three sodas and you know there are medical reasons for you to avoid sodas, right?” He smacked her hard with the paddle several times. “Yes sir,” she cried out. Now the tears were flowing freely and she began to feel remorse for her behavior.

“Just because we have a disagreement, that doesn’t give you free reign to toss the rules out the window,” Rafael lectured. He spanked her another six times and looked down at her, “right?” He said firmly. “Yes sir!” She howled through her sobbing.

Rafael put the paddle down and rubbed her bottom lovingly. Serena went limp across his lap and worked to slow her breathing and bring her crying under control. “Step out of your pants and bend over the bed,” Rafael instructed.

Serena noticed the cane on the bed and shuddered. Rafael approached Serena and picked up the cane. “I want you to remember what you need to do if you are ever uncomfortable during a spanking,” he said. Swish, crack! He laid a line of fire across the middle of her bottom.

“I am to use my safe word sir,” Serena breathed out.

“Would I ever hurt you purposely in a way that would make you feel badly?” Rafael asked. Swish, crack! Another stripe formed just below the last. “No sir,” Serena whimpered.

“I have always respected you and I would never want you to think otherwise, right?” He slashed the cane above the first two strikes. “Yes sir!” Serena cried out.

“Good girl,” Rafael encouraged. “I’m going to give you six more for your defiance with the candy,” he said. You are to count each stroke. The first stroke was hard across her sit spot. “One sir,” she breathed. He spanked her again just below the previous, “Two sir,” she gasped and grabbed the comforter for support. Her bottom was in agony and she began to sweat and tremble. The fifth stroke fell on the back of her thigh, “Five sir!” She yelled. Rafael paused to allow her to breathe through the pain. Number six was the hardest stroke low on the back of her thighs, “Six sir,” she grunted as she collapsed on the bed.

Rafael rubbed her back and her bottom while she sprawled, her muscles flaccid, across the bed. He gathered her up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair while she buried her face in his chest.

This had been an intense session and yet Serena was more aroused than she had ever been. She felt a powerful connection to Rafael and she longed to strengthen the intimacy she felt. As if on queue, Rafael caressed her bottom with increased enthusiasm. His hand ran up her bottom and around to her abdomen. He lowered his head and kissed her stomach below her belly button. Serena moaned in approval. His mouth continued to work downward until he found her hot and ready. She arched to him when his mouth made contact with her intimacy. Rafael loved the sweet taste of her and worked his tongue enthusiastically. Serena felt the heat begin to build in her middle as her bottom throbbed against the sheets. Rafael teased her relentlessly, sensing her building excitement and backing off just before she reached the peak. Serena rocked in time with Rafael’s ministrations and begged him to let her release. He groaned against her and brought her back to the edge. She whipped her head back and forth in agony while Rafael continued to drive her mad. This time he didn’t stop and she exploded in wave after wave of climax. Her entire body contracted in time with each wave of pleasure. She didn’t know if she could take the intensity of sensations.

After she composed herself, she reached for him, running her fingertips down his belly to feel his length. He was like iron. She unbuttoned his jeans and released him. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him and tested his arousal. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She felt him pulse as her mouth moved against him. She tortured him slowly over and over until he thought he would erupt. “Stop,” he panted. She moved her mouth to his belly and kissed and licked to give him a minute to recover.

In a surge of energy, Rafael flipped Serena on her back and pinned her to the bed. He held her hands over her head and descended on her breasts with his mouth. He was a wild man. His tongue explored her ruthlessly and he took her nipple in his teeth biting down lightly causing her to yelp. Her breath was coming in choked sobs. She was desperate to feel him inside her. “Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

Rafael pushed himself into her warmth. She cried out when he buried himself in her to the hilt. Lost in passion they were joined in bliss. They moved together urgently, rushing to the peak. Serena felt the friction of their joining, the heat on her bottom, the throbbing in her breasts and she started trembling. Her breath quickened and Rafael took her mouth and kissed her deeply. Serena was overwhelmed with the stimulation. Rafael took one big thrust and she cried out in another earth shattering climax. At the same time Rafael reached his peak with a passionate growl.

They both collapsed on the bed spent and sated. Serena rested her head on Rafael’s chest and relaxed. Her bottom still hurt and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for awhile. Rafael smacked her backside lovingly. “What are you supposed to do when you feel uncomfortable during play?” he asked firmly.

“Use my safe word Sir,” Serena replied. She looked up at Rafael and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said, “You knew just what I needed.”

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I won’t give you Anon this time but usually I will. Since the story was about less that perfect communication I should put me down as one of the choices but I won’t do that either. Here are the choices this week Sara, Jessica, Lori or Michelle. Please vote, it is so much fun to watch.

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Safe Word"? Sara Jessica Lori Michelle Current Results

All about Governor's School

Governor’s School is a summer program provided free of charge by the state to bring together top students with various interests. Several states do this and I know that Theresa’s son Michael was selected to go to Governor’s School in his state. High school teachers are asks to nominate outstanding students in different programs – art, music, mathematics, English, science, musical instrument, and of course theater. If they get in they go for 6 weeks with highly qualified, enthusiastic teachers for intense study in a field you love but no papers to write, no test to take. Just studying and learning for the love of it. You live away from home in college dorms, meet new friends that share your interest and just soak up the experience. When LJ was nominated by his theater teacher we really did not know anything about the program and he was very torn. The summer before he had been cast in a local outdoor historical theater, his first paying acting job. That was also where he met Colin and he was hoping to be cast with him in that play again. I know now he also was not thrilled about being away from Colin all summer. It was also going to be a lot of work to get in. He had to write several essays and then he had to audition. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to do it enough to do all that. I am real big on letting my children make their own decisions – but that doesn’t mean I don’t give my opinion! I asked him to go through the process to see if he could get in. If he was chosen then the decision to go or not would be his alone. After the all the papers were written and the auditions were over LJ got yet another summer offer to audition for ‘Lost in Yonkers’ with a professional company where he had taken a class. Next came the news that he had made it into Governor’s School and he had his first taste of having to give up something you want to do for something else you want. He, of course, chose to go into this advanced program and he has since told me it was the most important and best decisions he has made in his life so far. It worked out great for me too. Although I let him decide I was pulling for Governor’s school and he knew it. Do you realize I can say ‘I told you so’ for years!! And just in case you think I am painting my son as excessively mature and wise I want to let you know that he and his friends were real live teenagers while they were there. His group had two tee-shirts made. One said on the front “Theater student”, and on the back “Yes, we’re elitist bastards.” The other was for their dorm which read “Adcock Dorm, standing firm since its erection in 1939.” You gotta love teenagers!

My boy

My son is one lucky boy/man. We went to the play this weekend. I liked about as well as I expected to like seeing my son on stage, in his underwear, with a blue mohawk, telling his mom in the play to F-off. But at least I now know that he is a good actor. He was very believable in the roll and none of his own sweet personality came through at any time!

He seems so happy at college. He is in a house with three other theater students. For decoration they have up several life size posters of, you got it – themselves!! Theater students are truly an interesting lot. Lack of self esteem is not usual a problem. He seems surrounded by friends and that makes me happy. They house is very neat and tidy for college kids. I think this is mostly to Sally. She is the only girl in the house and seems to keep the guys in line pretty well. LJ met Sally when they were both in Governor’s School 3 years ago. They have stayed fast friends. The guys kindly gave her the downstairs room with the private bath. If you are my age you could probably guess that when we were 19 our families might have objected to one girl living with three guys. If my mom were alive she would not approve. But it seems very natural now.

When we walked outside he led me around to the back yard. They had a picnic table inside a small fence area with wonderful smelling wisteria growing all around. Ancient, gorgeous rose bushes were along the side of the house. This is an old neighborhood, stately at one time I am sure. Now it is mostly college student. He pointed out the neighbors. On one side two more theater students live. Across the way are 5 students (not theater) that have parties from 3 on Friday afternoons until the wee hours of Sunday morning. On the other side of LJ live the two old ladies who call the cops every weekend.

Next year the 5 rowdies are being thrown out and some more theater students are moving in. Again, friends of LJ’s from Governor’s school. The landlord likes theater students the best because having audition, rehearsals or performances nearly every night cuts way down on the partying. When they do have a party they always take a couple of plates to the ‘cop’ ladies along with their phone number and ask them to call them if the noise becomes a bother. So far, so good.

I am happy for my boy. He is in a college program he loves, he is surrounded by friends he loves and who love him. Is there anything that could make a mother happier? Okay, I guess a better driving record would be nice. Oh yeah, he could quit overdrawing on his checking account, and a job for the summer wouldn't hurt. But you get the idea.

FF Reveal - The Bed

Before I tell you the reveal I want to make my usual plea for more stories. During these three weeks I have received 2 more fantastic stories and I am anxious to share them but I always need more. I always want stories from my blogger friends and I have had some wonderful stories from my non-blogging friends too. So this is for anyone who enjoys FF, please consider writing one. Send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com On to the reveal.

We have gotten to enjoy the stories of Tyler and Kerry for 3 weeks now. And I for one have really enjoyed them. I have great hopes of hearing more about this couple. So you have had three weeks to figure out who wrote it. Did you? I gave you 5 good choices, great writers. Todd got the most votes with C.C right behind him. I agree, I read Todd and Suzy and yes it does sound like Todd. But it wasn’t. Nope, the brilliant author of “The Bed” is Anonymous. This is a wonderful writer who is willing to let us enjoy his or her writing but does not want to be identified. My big thanks to my anon friend for both his or her talent and the willingness to share with us.

He'll be missed

Hi, we are back home after seeing LJ’s play. I will tell you about that next week. I wanted to tell you that my friend and colleague that I wrote about here passes away Friday night. He was at school teaching and coaching 18 days ago. Then for several days he was not feeling well and tests were done. Nine days ago we learned he had pancreatic cancer and now he is gone. I know so many of us would have like to have told him how important he was to us and how much we had learned from him and how much his friendship meant to us. I imagine he wanted to say that to many people in his life also but time was short and neither he nor his wife could have handled a parade of people coming through. I hope he knew how much we all cared and I believe he did. If there is someone you need to talk to, to tell them how much you care, tell then today. Please don’t wait.

Life goes on

Mollie had another milestone yesterday. It was about to pass unnoticed. She turned 15 ½ yesterday. Normally a half birthday is not that big a deal. Ahhhh… but this one is important I was informed! As of yesterday Mollie can drive after 9:00 PM, as long as we are with her. Something forbidden to drivers a mere 15 years old! She wanted to head to TCBY for a late treat with her behind the wheel. Nick wasn’t too receptive to the idea. He just didn’t see the necessity to go out. Now Nick is usually the one giving into Mollie while I am more firm but with another pleading look from Mollie and I decided I would let her take me.

Nick laughed at me and said “You wouldn’t spoil the girl would you?” He said that to me?? Really as much as Nick spoils her and me I feel it is only necessary to pass on a little bit. In the end Nick came with us. TCBY was closed but Sonic was just down the street so we got our treat after all. It was really a pretty nice evening.

~~~ooo0ooo~~~

One more thing – OWWWWWW!!! Now that is usual a nice thing for a spanko to say but not today. I have something in common with Grace. Nick and I too have a childless vacation planned for this summer. We are getting together with friends that we haven’t seen in forever, and I want to look good too. So since I have been going to the gym for a year I thought it would be a good idea to go to one of the many classes offered. I went to a core strengthen class. I saw that it was only a half hour class; surely I could handle anything for a half hour. I mean C.C is getting up at the crack of dawn and exercising. I can do this too.

So 5:30 PM yesterday afternoon I confidently stroll into the class. At 6:00PM, I think it was about 18 to 20 hours later I staggered out. At that moment I was just grateful to be alive. I actually made it up the stairs with the vague notion of walking on the track. I usually end my workout by walking around the track 8 times. I walked around once, found a chair and rested until I thought I could stand again and then I came home, feeling a little rough but alright.

But today, as the day progressed, I can’t move! EVERYTHING hurts!! I can’t lift my arms, my back muscles are screaming, I don’t even want to talk about the way my thighs feel. I would like to know who moved the toilet so darn low!?! I went back to the gym today and did a light workout to try to loosen up but tonight I needed Mollie to help me out of my chair. I am ready to throw in the exercise towel. My new plan is to grow 5 inches.

Fantasy Friday - The Bed, part 3

Here is the third installment of ‘The Bed’. I think this has been a wonderful story. Could there be more? Who knows, you could asks the author I suppose, if you knew who the author was. But more about that later. You can read part one here, and part two here. And now here is part three…

The Bed

Part 3

Tyler was a happy man. A beautiful wife, a comfortable home, a lucrative and interesting career, and enough money in the bank to ride out any unexpected crises. Racing toward home at the end of a two-week sales trip Dan passed the time thinking over the past few months, and looking forward to a long weekend with Kerry. The last time he had arrived home early was the start of a whole new lifestyle for them. Remembering how uncomfortable he had felt when he discovered his wife's little secret he had to laugh out loud. No one could ever have convinced him that tipping her over for a thorough spanking was the key to saving their marriage but it certainly had. Not only were they closer than ever, but it offered an intimate solution that cleared the air, let them both know just what to expect, and their sex life was hotter than ever. Just thinking about her bottom growing pink with his hand prints caused an immediate tightening in his groin. Two weeks was a long time to be away, too long.

Dan parked his car and hurried to the house, leaving his luggage for later. Usually the sound of his car brought Kerry to the door to greet him, but she was nowhere in sight. Thinking she may be in the back yard he walked around the house to find music playing on the patio, the backdoor open, and no one in sight.

Growing worried he raced into the house calling her name. It wasn't until he reached the second floor that the sound of water running led him to the master bath. There she was, singing to herself, totally oblivious to his presence. He waited in the doorway for her to see him until his temper boiled over. Shouting her name he flung open the shower door, grabbed her by the arm and drug her into the bedroom-dripping wet.

"What are you doing home?"

"Never mind that, what are you doing home, alone, with the doors unlocked? Anyone could just waltz right in. I thought we agreed, the doors stay closed and locked when you are home alone."

As he talked, gritting his words through clenched jaw, he tossed his wet and slippery wife over the rail at the end of the bed and laid into her backside with his hand. The extra sting of wet skin soon had her legs dancing as she pleaded with him to stop. Afraid of punishing when he was scared and angry Dan soon jerked her to her feet and marched her to the corner.

"You stay right there until I come back, and no rubbing."

Hopping from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to cool her bottom, Kerry kept her nose pointed straight into the corner. The last time he made her do corner time she was sure he had gone downstairs so she started to rub and turn around just as she caught sight of him watching from the hall. She wouldn't be making that mistake again. No matter how bad it might hurt, not rubbing was way easier than starting all over. Sniffing, she did indulge in a softly whispered diatribe about brutish husbands who are never where they are supposed to be, but made sure her words could not carry to the wrong ears. He already had his shorts in a twist, no need to make matters worse.

Dan went to the kitchen and made himself a drink. She had the audacity to act as if he was being unreasonable. The whole neighborhood knew he traveled, anyone could walk right in. Determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget he left her waiting for over 30 minutes while he calmed down and then gathered a few items he would be needing. The old wooden spoon with the flat handle left her screeching whenever he used it on her thighs and this time he wanted to make sure she thought of him every time she sat down for the next day or so.

Climbing the stairs he was struck by how beautiful she looked, waiting for him in the corner, his handprints still glowing on her creamy skin, damp hair tumbling down her back. Wishing he could just take her to bed and forget the whole thing reminded him of something one of the husbands had said on one of the lists, that this lifestyle may be rewarding, but it is damn hard work.

"What if it wasn't me that walked in on you, Kerry? What if some stranger just wandered in? These are the things that drive me crazy and keep me awake at night when I am traveling. You just don't stop to think. Get into position on the bed. I plan to help you remember to lock the door for a long time."

Kerry scurried to the bed and slid under the railing. She hated being punished in this position, it left her spread open and wedged too tightly to wiggle. Plus it gave him access to parts that he couldn't reach when she was over his lap.

"Why are you being punished Kerry?"

"Because you're mad at me."

"Why are you being punished?"

"Because I didn't lock the door."

"Speak up, Kerry, I want to hear your answer."

"I said, because I didn't lock the door." She shouted, hating the way he made her participate.

"Do you deserve a punishment?"

"I suppose."

"Back to mumbling again. Do you deserve to be punished?"

"YES! Will you just get it over with, please, I don't have all day."

"I can see that this is going to take some time. Let's start over, shall we?"

Pulling on her hips he made certain she was wedged tightly in place. Seeing his handprints from this position showed clearly how ineffective the OTK position really was. The lily-white skin stretched tightly from the bottom of her buttocks to the back of her knees was very conducive to lesson learning. How lucky he was to have discovered this by accident, and the husbands he had shared this with were all reporting amazing results. Even for wives who had grown immune to regular paddling.

Making sure her legs were spread to his satisfaction, he began applying the spoon in rapid strokes to her bottom, covering his handprints with a deeper mottled red. Starting down the backs of her thighs had her squealing before he had finished one leg.

"Why do you deserve to be punished young lady?"

"Because I broke a rule, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, that's enough, please stop."

"I think we have a ways to go before I can be certain you will remember to lock the door every time."

Starting at the top of her cleft he methodically placed five swats to the same spot before moving down her cheek and repeating. Working slowly he covered every inch to one knee, then started the other side. When he had her undivided attention, he turned the spoon around, grasping the broad spatula-like end he had been using in his hand. The narrow, flat handle was like a ruler and fit perfectly to stripe the inside of her thighs and the crease at the juncture of her bottom and legs. This was pure punishment and had her sobbing incoherently with the first strike. Steeling himself to ignore her misery he made sure she would think of this every time she moved for the rest of the day. Finishing up with several extra hard cracks across her sit spot he tossed the spoon onto the bed but left her in position. With a hard punishment her skin seemed to writhe in memory even after he stopped. He knew she was burning up, and desperately wanted him to comfort her, but that was the difference between true punishment and maintenance, or pleasure spanking. This was meant to teach a lesson that would be remembered long after the burn subsided. Gently, he eased her out from under the rail and helped her to the corner. Placing her hands on her head he guided her nose into position and took a seat. She knew better than to move her feet, but the need to soothe herself had her shifting her weight from foot to foot, vainly trying to ease her discomfort.

Experience had taught him that offering comfort too soon made the lesson less effective. He had surprised himself by finding the whole spanking process very erotic, and much preferred to spank and tease as a method of foreplay. But Kerry needed true discipline, and it was his job to provide it. Once she settled down, and had had a chance to think about how she came to be in a corner with a fire engine red butt then he could get to the parts he liked best.

Quietly he eased out of the room and went to get a cool cloth and a glass of tea. He wanted everything ready for her. Once the tears stopped and he let her out of the corner she desperately needed to reconnect. It amazed him that she was so fierce in her arousal after even the most brutal punishment. Sighing, he wondered if he would ever understand this fey creature he married, and headed upstairs to make love to his wife.

~~oo0oo~~

Yes/No Meme

Just wanted to remind you that the third part of “The Bed” will be up tomorrow and you will be able to vote for the author. So don’t forget to come by.

I found this over at Journey to the Darkside and I thought it was interesting. Thanks Padme!

Only two rules: You must answer yes or no. You may not explain unless someone asks.




Taken a picture naked? Yes
Made money illegally? No
Had a one night stand? No
Been in a fist fight? Yes
Slept with your best friend? Yes
Had sex in a public place? No
Ditched work to have sex? No
Slept with a member of the same sex? No
Seen someone die? Yes
Ran from the police? No
Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? No
Worn your partners unmentionables? No
Fallen asleep at work? Yes
Used toys in the bedroom? Yes
Ran a red light? Yes
Been fired? No
Been in a car accident? Yes
Pole danced or done a striptease? No
Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes
Sang karaoke? No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes
Caught someone having sex? No
Kissed a perfect stranger? Yes
Shaved your partner? No
Given your private parts a nickname? No
Ever gone in public without underwear? Yes
Had sex on a roof top? No
Played chicken? No
Mooned/flashed someone? No
Do you sleep naked? Yes
Blacked out from drinking? No
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? No
Been with someone because they were in a band? No
Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? No
Shot a gun? Yes
Gone outside naked? Yes

Reasons to celebrate

Carye seems pleased with the results of her surgery. I would love to get rid of my glasses so I was interested in what Carye had to say in about it. She told me I could share with the rest of you. This is what she had to say...


Lasik was was amazing. They did the laser, then I sat up and the doctor said --- "look at that clock, what time is it? " it was 9:43. I could read it perfectly. I doubt I could have seen the numbers without my glasses before the surgery. I walked back to the recovery room and could see stuff I wasn't seeing with my glasses already. My site is getting better and better. Saturday when I had it, it was slightly blurry, kind of like a foggy day, but still able to see well. I took my nap and that foggy had cleared.

I haven't really lost my near vision as I thought I would. Yep, I'll need reading glasses I'm sure for things like taking out splinters, but right now I can still read prescription bottles and stuff. Oh yes, And the computer even more clearly than with/without my glasses before! So it is still good! A little less than before really really up close (like under 6" away).

By Sunday I could drive and did without any glasses and I see really well! It is amazing. I know this sounds weird, but after a big nap Sunday (doctors orders), I exercised. I really was excited I could see the TV easily and my glasses weren't covered in sweat and falling down! It was so nice to not have any on!!!! I haven't gotten used to how I look without glasses. I am a little dizzy because I'm not used to seeing peripherally. It is weird to see things to the side and it makes me a little dizzy when I turn quickly. That I'm sure will go away too! PS is such a dream he has taken care of everything this whole weekend as I've been just a dishrag most of the weekend.

Today (Monday) I got my eyes tested and my card that says I can drive without a glasses restriction! My eyes are now 20/20 in my left, and 20/15 in my right! YEA!!! They are expected to still improve for the next month or so! The near vision is not expected to decline any more than it already has! The aftercare and drops and stuff aren't any big deal, and I am finding I'm not having trouble sleeping in goggles! So life is good! :-)


I also want to say a big Happy Birthday to our friend Terpsichore! I love her comments and I have enjoyed getting to know her better through emails. Her husband is slowly coming around so I can imagine what her birthday wish is. So this is for Terpsichore -

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Terpsichore!!

Happy Birthday to you!

Raising Daughters

Just what do we tell our daughters? Mollie has seen a change in our marriage over the past two years. She can see and sense that Nick and I are closer now. We talk more, we do things together now, I consult him about things where I used to just do my own thing and assume it was fine with him. I never really thought about it.

Often Mollie seems half-amused, half-exasperated with us. We get the occasional gagging noise when we kiss or hug. If we happen to go together to take her somewhere or pick her us she always asked “Why are both of you going?” When we answer, “We just wanted to spend so time together” we get the exaggerated eye roll.

What really has her bewildered these days is when Nick will say to me “You have to go to the gym today” or “You can get on the computer after you put away the laundry” or “No snacking in your chair.” Even if it annoys me a little at times, I really like it because I feel so noticed and cared for. How do I explain this to Mollie?

For myself I love the aspects of DD in our marriage. I would like a little more at times but I can’t suggest this for my daughter. I have no reason to think she is a spanko. I have no idea, but I don’t think so. I want my daughter to be strong and independent, to think for herself and not to allow anyone, man or woman, to tell her what to do. That statement doesn’t sound much like a spanko does it? I have to feel this because I have no idea what kind of yahoo might turn her head in the next 10 years or so. I have no doubt that since she has a good head on her shoulders she will someday end up with a man as fine as her father. Let’s face it, though, before we find Prince Charming we have to wade through many frogs!

Now days I occasionally get “Mom, why are you letting Daddy tell you what to do?” I am not sure she wants to hear the real answer yet. The real answer is “I have known this man for 27 years. I have had decades to learn how intelligent, loyal, kind, thoughtful and loving he is.

I have gone through gaining my independence and fighting all my battles alone and I have come to a point in my life where I can trust this man I love to care for me, to relieve me of many of my burdens and make me feel safe. Because of this we have grown even closer and more in love that ever. We still decide important matters together as we always have but now I just feel more loved and protected because I realize he is there and I can turn to him. He won’t let me get down on myself or overwhelmed with the petty problems in life. He has ways now of focusing me on what is important in life – him, me, and our relationship.

I am not ready to say all of this to Mollie and she certainly doesn’t want to hear it. So when she asks I just shrug and say “Dad’s head of the household." She usually answers “Whatever, but I’ll tell you – no man is going to tell me what to do!” An excellent answer for a 15 year old girl! If she would like to revisit the discussion after she has been happily married for many years, I hope she brings it up.

Cheesecake anyone?

I am not sure whether any of this is true or not but I saw it at C.C and I got hungry so I thought I would try it out.

You Are a Brownie Cheesecake

A little chunky and a little gooey, you pretty much run on sugar! You take hedonism to the extreme.. And people love you for it.

What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?

We have a good Fantasy Friday going this month. Go back here for part one and here for part two. We have the final part coming up next week. I am still in desperate need of more stories so I am looking forward anything you might want to send. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Good Weekend

Our spring weather is very nice. We even got to sleep with the windows opened last night. So peaceful. Very good snuggling weather. Mollie had a sleep over at a friend’s Friday night so I was looking forward to the evening.

I thought it was going to be a nice evening of fun and games so I followed Nick willingly to the bedroom. How was I supposed to know that little Miss Perfect (that’s me) had actually managed to do something to annoy my sweet husband? I had an inkling when instead of starting out with his hand or one of our lighter toys he started with the hair brush. No fair! That is only for gaining! But it seems he really wanted my attention about a couple of things.

First it seems I have forgotten to lock our door several nights before I went to bed. Since the dog seems to go in and out often it’s hard to remember. But he seemed he was most upset about the second reason - I left the iron on the other morning. Normally Nick comes home right after taking Mollie to school but that morning his mom was having some tests done at the hospital and Nick went to sit with his dad. So he felt that he might get my attention better with the brush and I guess he was right.

But after he had my attention and my assurance that I would be more careful in the future we took full advantage of having the house to ourselves. He brought out lots and lots of the things I love – the blindfold, the ropes, the crop, our piece of Williamsburg leather, the bath brush – none of it used severely but just with a lot of fun and rubbing in between. All those and various vibrating toys too. So I guess you could say we did take full advantage or our evening alone. Actually we took advantage of our morning alone too come to think of it. Good weekend!

Can you see me now?

I just got a wonderful phone call from a friend! Carye had surgery this morning. Don’t worry she really wanted to have it! She had surgery on her eyes so that she can throw away her glasses. She said it only took about 15 minutes and that there was no pain. And best of all – she can SEE! Without her glasses! Like me she has been wearing glasses since she was a kid so this is a very special day!

Papa Shrek is taking good care of her. Her mom kept the kids last night so that they could have a date. And I imagine she is being well pampered today also. After she has gotten used to everything I’ll ask her to write something so we can know if she thinks it’s worth it. Glad everything turned out so well Carye!

Fantasy Friday - The Bed, part 2

Today we have the second part of a 3 part Fantasy Friday. If you haven’t read part one or if you would just like to go back and refresh your memory go here to read it. This is a great story and the best part is that we will have one more part next week!

THE BED

Part 2

Dan woke to the welcome sensation of his wife nestled in his arms, feeling sure that they were on the right track. The underlying air of tension and discontent had vanished and the lovemaking after the punishment had been amazing. To think he had married this woman, lived with her for years, and there was a whole other side to her he had never even suspected. Of course, who knew he would find the whole process so satisfying. He had no idea how she got started with this, good question for later, but they would be doing a lot of reorganizing in their relationship, and discipline was going to be a big part.

Dan recalled a professor from college who lectured on economics saying that every successful organization had undisputed leadership, something about “one hand on the tiller is the only way to sail forward”. He smiled at the thought of his hand on her tiller and gathered her closer, watching her sleep.

Kerry woke to a beautiful day and the smell of fresh coffee brewing. Excited to remember that Dan was home for the day she jumped out of bed, wincing at the soreness in her backside, and hurried to shower and get ready.

Dan surveyed the table with a critical eye. Coffee, juice and fresh fruit, with muffins warming in the oven. He wanted everything to be just right; a nice breakfast would put them both at ease before they settled down to discuss making some changes.

Kerry could smell breakfast but she took her time getting dressed. Several outfits lay discarded on the bed and she stood in front of her mirror in her favorite lacy panties checking out the faint, but telltale stripes across her bottom. Slipping a soft sundress over her head, she felt a strange shyness at seeing Dan this morning. It would have been nice to have some time to figure out how she felt about last night.

"You look especially beautiful this morning, love." Dan put her fears to rest, greeting her with a soft kiss and pulling her chair out for her. Following his lead, they chatted about things that had happened while he was away, discussed the need for some new landscaping and plans for a rock garden. It was as if last night never happened, just a regular breakfast at home. When everything was put away and dishes cleared Dan took her by the hand and led her into the living room.

"I think it is time we had a talk about what has been going on while I am away."

Kerry tried to hide her face, and the sudden blush of color his direct approach caused. Dan tipped her face up to his and kissed her gently.

"This is important, for both of us. Starting right now there will be no more secrets between us. You have been hiding a large part of yourself from me for a very long time. I have felt as if I was losing you but I didn't know why. You have been distant and moody, difficult to talk to and I didn't have a clue what was going on with you."

Stopping to wipe a tear from her cheek he realized she was trembling. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, but I know how it must look to you, I am so ashamed, and I will understand if you want to leave."

Pulling her onto his lap he held her close, rocking her in his arms and whispering his love for her. He couldn't believe she thought he was leaving.

"That doesn't mean there won't be some big changes around here. I have let you run wild for far too long. From now on there will be rules to follow and consequences to bear when you break one. I admit I am hurt that you didn't feel you could talk to me about the things you needed from me. However, now that I understand, I am more than happy to provide you with that kind of structure."

"You mean you're not upset?"

"Of course not. But things are going to be very different, are you ready to accept that?"

This seemed like a fairytale come true, Dan was acting just like her fantasy, being the take-charge husband she had always wanted. Kerry nodded eagerly, about to tell him how he should go about fulfilling her fantasies when Dan continued.

"I think the list of rules you posted last summer is a very good start. To make sure that we get off to the best possible start I have decided that each of the punishments that you have posted will be administered. Each was for breaking a rule, and each involved telling a rather large lie. We will begin by setting aside every Saturday night as our punishment time. If there are infractions that need to be addressed then we will do so at the time. Meanwhile there are quite a few things you have to answer for."

"What do you mean? We don't need to do that, maybe just a little hand spanking now and then, but not like in those stories, that's too much."

"Did you do the things you wrote about?"

Kerry started to say no, he would never know for sure, but something in his voice made her straighten up and admit that she had indeed done each of the things she had written about.

"I thought so. So this is merely a matter of catching up with what is already earned. Once we get to the end of that list, we will decide what is the best way to go forward. Since there are more than a dozen stories that I have seen, we will take advantage of my being home tonight to get started."

Kerry didn't know what to make of his announcement. Part of her was secretly thrilled that he was finally going to set some limits. Part of her was thinking about how much her spanking last night had hurt. Her bottom was still sore; he couldn’t mean to spank her again so soon.

"Oh sweetheart, we never get to have enough time together. Let's go out somewhere special and celebrate our new beginning. We'll have plenty of time to work on the other stuff later." Pulling his mouth down for a deep kiss, Kerry was certain she could convince him.

"Once a punishment is set there is no negotiation. You will be spanked tonight. If you argue, you will also be spanked now. Any questions?" Taking her silence for assent Dan handed her a copy of the new rules he had posted on the refrigerator. "Please read these out loud so I know we are both clear on just what it says."

1) I will not endanger myself.

2) I will be accountable for all of my actions and choices.

"That may not sound like much but I have thought about this carefully. I feel that this covers anything that might come up. Just ask yourself if your choice would be the one you would make in front of me, then ask yourself if it is worth being punished for."

It all sounded simple enough. All she had to do was behave when Dan was in town. Kerry agreed to the rules. It was all kind of exciting, like they were both playing the same game now. Then he dropped the bombshell.

"Of course I expect you to convey all of this to your online friends. It is up to you to tell them that you have been lying to them all this time and to let them know that you will be receiving each of your punishments. Whether you choose to share what happens between us in the future is up to you, but you will tell them the truth, starting with last night. You can take care of that while I wash the car and run some errands. And remember, I am a member of that list, I will see what you write."

"You can't be serious. I will not humiliate myself by telling a bunch of total strangers the details of our life."

"You decided that months ago when you first started posting, I am simply making sure you set the record straight. I expect you to have it finished by the time I return." And off he went, just like nothing had happened, leaving a seething, frustrated wife behind.

The sound of his car pulling out of the drive set her off. Throwing pillows, kicking furniture, stomping her feet, she rampaged through the house. It was out of the question. She would not humiliate herself that way. What could he do if she refused? That thought stopped her mid-tantrum. The memory of his belt cracking against her tender skin sent her flying to the computer. Nobody knew who she really was, who cared what a bunch of strangers thought.

Dan spent a leisurely afternoon running errands, picking up flowers for no reason, and choosing wine for their evening together. He considered taking her out, but decided a quiet meal at home was a better choice. A quick stop at his favorite gourmet deli and he had the makings of a romantic picnic. The house was quiet when he returned. He found a copy of a very brief, non-descriptive post lying on the kitchen counter. None of the sizzling details of her fantasy stories, just a quick I am sorry, I am being punished for deceiving you. He had to laugh at the difference.

Kerry was taking a bubble bath when Dan returned. After posting her apology to the group she was a bundle of nerves wondering what would happen later. She finally ran a hot bath to soothe her worries. Dan wandered in and sat on the side of the tub, trailing his hand through the bubbles and telling her about his shopping. The everyday chatter took her mind off of her coming punishment and she relaxed. It was so good to have him home.

A lovely dinner on the patio followed by wine under the stars, side by side on the porch swing. It was the best evening they had had together in months. Dan hated to spoil the mood but he had to follow through. Taking her hand he led her upstairs.

"I'll be right back, get into your nightgown and get into position under the rail. I expect you to be ready and waiting when I return."

Dan gave her a few minutes to collect her thoughts and do as he had asked. He printed a copy of one of her stories and returned to their room. The sight of her, bottom wedged under the bed rail, open and waiting for him, was one he would always remember. Never had she looked more beautiful. Stepping quickly to her side he rested a hand lightly on her silky skin, feeling her tremble at his touch.

"It pleases me to see you this way." he said, his voice husky with emotion. Sliding his hands over her bottom he began spanking her lightly. Slow gentle blows to bring heat but not pain, gradually producing a pink blush on her creamy skin. He continued until her soft moans and the glistening wetness between her folds gave away her pleasure.

Taking the paper from his pocket he began to read,


"D caught me rubbing myself, it is so embarrassing to admit that he will not allow me to touch myself. He paddled me until I was on fire then turned me over and began rubbing my juices over my pussy and between my cheeks until he was rubbing my asshole. How did he know? I have longed to feel his touch there but was ashamed to ask."

Matching actions to words, Dan slipped his fingers through her folds, marveling at the way she was held open and exposed to his touch. Letting his finger dip lower he massaged the juice running between her cheeks into the tight rosebud. Smiling at her low moan and seeing her shiver he slipped a finger inside her tightness and flicked his thumb over the hard nub buried in her curls. Rotating his finger and working it deeper he teased her to the edge of orgasm before continuing to read.

"He has discovered my dirty secret. Not only am I being punished for touching myself but the humiliation of him seeing how his finger in my ass makes me tremble with need gives him even more power over me. I wish I could see his finger-sliding deep inside me, rubbing against my scarlet cheeks, the contrast of pain and pleasure keeping me poised on the edge of an orgasm he denies me until I am ready to scream. I beg him to take me."

"Oh my, I have left out a very important part. Your cheeks are barely pink."

Kerry is devastated when he slides his finger free, then the paddle falls. Hard and fast over her stretched tight bottom, covering the backs of both thighs. In moments she is sobbing, begging him to stop. To her surprise, he does.

"Do you touch yourself when I am out of town Kerry?"

Embarrassed, she closes her eyes, murmurs,” yes".

"Is that something you would do in front of me?"

She shakes her head, unwilling to answer.

"Do you deserve this punishment, Kerry?"

Again she shakes her head, sobbing when the paddle descends with lightening speed. He waits until her skin is deep red to ask again.

"Do you deserve this punishment?"

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise I'll be good." Kerry gasped, trying to make him hear her words between sobs.

Once again the paddle lights a fire on her bottom, several strokes to the backs of her thighs producing squeals, until her entire backside is a deep, mottled red. Satisfied that he has now gotten it correct according to her story, Dan returns to stroking her, sliding his fingers deep inside her ass as he leans down, inhaling the fragrance of her arousal.

Dipping his head he tastes her sweet juice, dragging his tongue gently through her folds then circling her hard nub as his fingers plunge in and out. The force of her orgasm took them both by surprise.

Watching Kerry's eyes flutter open, red-rimmed from crying, her face glowing with satisfaction, Dan was struck by how much he loved her. Helping her slide out from under the railing he knew this was the right thing for them. Kerry needed someone to take charge and he planned to enjoy every minute of doing just that.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I am still looking for suggestions as to who you think wrote it. You will be able to vote next week!