I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too. We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko. I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us. You must be 18 to view this site.
Tell me what could possible be better then having the doctor say that your husband should spank you!! But that’s what happened yesterday! Yesterday I saw my rheumatologist. I give this guy a lot of credit. About 2 years ago I was nearly incapacitated by an unusual form of rheumatism for about 4 months. I honestly thought my life was over but when I finally found this doctor he prescribed the right medicine and almost over night I was fine again!!
Not wanting to waste what felt like a second chance at life I hit the computer, typed in spanking, found Bonnie, came out to Nick and the rest, as they say, is history! So back in the doctor’s office the first good news – I had lost 30 pounds since I was there last! The doctor was very pleased. My blood pressure was way better. He said my joints looked great, all good news. Then he looked right at me and “What ever you are doing, keep doing it!” I grinned back and said “You better believe I will!” See, I practical have a prescription for Nick to spank me!! Do you think my insurance company will pay for that new paddle I want from Leather Thorn Paddles?
I while back I told my friend Lori that I had to go work on my assignment for Nick and that I would explain later. I forgot so I thought I would tell her about it in this post. For those of you who know about my assignment feel free to talk among yourselves instead of reading here.
All this began after I had a really, really rough evening. There was nothing wrong, not anything specific anyway. I just got overwhelmed and very insecure. Did Nick really want to do all this? Was he only doing it to please me? Was he getting tired of my seemingly one tract mind? Eva’s advice was driving me nuts!! “Talk to him, talk to him!” She was like a broken record! I didn’t do things like that! Talk to my husband about thing that really bothered me – get real!
But that night after a crying jag in bed and some painful talking (nothing really bad or earth shattering) but talking was still very hard for me. We did talk and our evening ended with two good outcomes. I found out that Nick did not want me to retreat back to the way I had been before. In the past I pretty much shut him out of all of my thoughts. And the second thing was that he gave me an assignment. I was to write him once a week with what I was feeling – good, bad, serious, silly, things that worried me, things I wanted to try – anything and everything!
This has been one of the best things he has ever done for me! I have missed a week or two and have gotten spanked for missing it. It took me a while before I could begin to grasp the idea that he really did want to know want I was thinking. Now he doesn’t always know what to do with the information and I know I still confuse him sometime but this is a big help for me.
My assignments are mostly a forum where I discuss sex, spanking and possible experimentation but we can talk about any aspect of our lives. I love it when he comments on the assignment. Nick is not a big talker. This communication thing is tough on both of us! But the assignments are really helping us. I like knowing I have been heard.
I still have problems, and probably always will, telling Nick when something is upsetting or bothering me. But at least I have a time and a place to tell him things when know I need to. I love him for insisting on the assignment!
I have enjoyed everyone else and there efforts so I thought I would give it a try.
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I had so much fun with Fantasy Friday this week! A big thank-you to everyone who voted and left comments. Even if you were making a total shot in the dark it still adds to the excitement. I was in contact with the author this weekend and it was such fun laughing as the votes came in for one person or another.
One more quick plea before I reveal. I have a great story lined up for next week but that is the last story I have on hand. I have talked to several of you that are writing now and I do thank you. But as you get anything ready send it on. I feel more secure when I have a few on reserves. Send your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org
Lori led in the votes most of the weekend with the votes for Cassie nipping at her heels. And yes it was one of these two brilliant writers. The vote winner was actually the winner this week! Lori from Switching Gears wrote “Lessoned Learned”! And I did laugh at Reese’s comment saying just switch the name Tom for David because switching the names is exactly what I had done. When Lori first sent it she had used the name Tom. I thought many of you would think it was Cassie so I asked her if I could change it. I guess it worked a little.
Lori is fairly new to our little corner of the blogging world and we are very lucky that she and Joe have joined us. I love that both she and Joe post and I really hope Lori will be writing much more fiction!!
I have enjoyed FF this week, plenty of voting and great comments! If you haven’t had a chance to read it yet click here. You can vote until this evening and I will have the reveal up tomorrow.
I had to go back for another cat scan Friday morning. I am not wild about going to this doctor, they are catheterization happy there! I swear if I just stopped by to pay the bill they would have me catheterized before I could say “That’s not were I keep my money!” I wasn’t too worried I haven’t felt the kidney stone in a while so I was pretty sure I had passed it. Sadly that is not so. It’s still there and now the doctor wants to do something about it. They scheduled surgery for Feb. 5. Now they call it surgery but they are not cutting so it doesn’t really seem like surgery to me. I think they call it lithotripsy (say that three times fast!). It is where they blast the stone into submission or at least break it into a size that will pass. Some of you may know a lot more about this than I do so you can tell me what to expect.
They say I will need to be out of work at least two maybe three days. I am not really looking forward to this. I know it’s better than the old days when they actually had to cut you open go into the kidney and get it but I understand this is a few day of passing gravel. Oh well, as long as my fingers work. I hope it won’t be too bad.
Oh boy it Friday again!! I just loved this one. I have a feeling some folks will see themselves in this story. Those of you that are spankees grab a pillow in sympathy and read on!
Sitting at my desk I watched the other women in the office talking about the gathering after work. They were all meeting at the local pub for a few drinks. I was jealous and a bit angry. Oh yes, they had asked me to go but I kindly made some excuse about being busy, having errands to run and not being able to join them. The truth is, after our outing the time before, my husband told me I could not go out with the girls after work for 3 months.
About 3 weeks ago we girls had a great time after work. We were celebrating Trisha’s birthday at our favorite pub down the street. It was a night when dancing was offered and karaoke was available for the brave souls who dare. I had called David that day to tell him I would be a little late but most likely would be home shortly after he arrived. Normally he gets home about an hour after I do. He told me that was fine and we would just go out to dinner after I got home since I wouldn’t be there to fix anything. This news made me very happy since the worst part of my day is having to go home and cook dinner.
The girls and I were having a blast. I had tried my hand at karaoke and actually didn’t do too bad. A couple of us played a game of pool and we did some dancing. It didn’t even occur to me that the band didn’t start until 8:00 and they were on their second break. I only had wanted to have one drink and then go home. Someone was buying drinks for the table so I lost track. Every time my glass emptied, another full one was placed in front of me. I didn’t even have the opportunity to say “no thank you.” The buzz I had from drinking was far more than I had planned on.
Upon returning from the bathroom, I found myself alone at the table. My friends from work were scattered about mingling and chatting, so I reached in my purse for my phone to check the time. When I opened the phone a white light displayed 10 missed calls. I hadn’t heard it ring but then again, the place was too loud to be able to hear a cell phone. I looked at the time and saw it was 11:00. Where in the heck had the time gone? I clicked on the missed call message to see who had been calling, as if I didn’t know. ALL the calls were from David.
“OH NO”, I thought. I totally lost track of time. What to do next was quite a dilemma. Should I drive home or should I call him to come get me? I didn’t live too far away but I was beyond the point I should be driving. He was probably worried out of his mind. He has made it quite clear that I am supposed to stay in touch with him if I’m going to be late or have a change in plans. He’ll be furious when he finds out how neglectful I’ve been, drinking too much, losing track of time and blowing off our dinner plans. If I call him to pick me up, he would surely know that I drank too much . This was a sore spot with him. He doesn’t even like me to have one when I’m supposed to drive, but he reluctantly allows that much. I could drive home, cover up the drinking and take what’s coming for losing track of time. No matter how you look at it, I was in HUGE trouble.
I decided to call David and tell him I was very sorry about losing track of time, that the girls and I were fine and not to worry, I was coming right home. This would not stop the spanking I was sure to get but it may help the amount of anger that has been building up and also cause him to stop worrying. I had put the phone back in my purse on the floor, so I bent over to pick it up. Since my balance was a bit off because of the amount of alcohol, I started to fall off the chair. Just then, a pair of hand caught me before I hit the floor. I looked up to see who had saved me from looking like a fool and it was David. My heart, which was beating extremely fast by now, had just dropped into my stomach. I stumbled over my words “oh h-h-hi honey. I-I was just about to call you”. The look on his face was anything but amused. HE WAS MAD! All the empty glasses were sitting in front of me. He could see exactly how many drinks I had. Even if the waitress had taken the glasses away, it was obvious by the fact that I almost fell off my chair that I’d had more than he allows. “Get your stuff NOW! You are going home”, was all he said.
When we got into the car I tried to explain that I had lost track of time and…..””Mary, I do NOT want to talk to you right now”, he interrupted. We pulled into the drive and David told me to get into the house. “I know your mad David and I don’t blame you, but…he then put his hand up like a stop sign and repeated “I do NOT want to talk to you right now””. He then added “get to bed”. I really wanted to talk to him. I don’t like going to bed mad but I could tell that he’d been worried about me for hours and it’s taken it’s toll. He needed some time to calm down. The morning would not be pleasant but I knew I deserved what I was going to get.
I didn’t even hear David come to bed last night. Once I fell asleep I was really out of it. I looked at the clock to see that it was 9:00 am. I usually don’t sleep this long but I’m sure my body was reacting to the amount I drank. I was thankful for the extra sleep this Saturday morning. As I slipped on my robe, I remembered how much trouble I was in. Would David talk to me this morning, I wondered? Would he just be so glad that I am ok, there would be no punishment? I couldn’t delay any further so I started down the stairs for the kitchen.
There, sitting at the kitchen table was David drinking his morning coffee. ““Good morning David”, I said. “Good morning”, he said. “Get your coffee and sit down. We need to talk.” There goes my heart again, feeling like it’s going to jump out of my chest. I did as he asked and then he began to speak. “Mary, I want you to know how disappointed I am in you. There are several rules you broke but worst of all, I did not know what happened to you.” His tone was firm, yet I could tell he was feeling hurt. “When you didn’t come home, I tried to call you. When you didn’t answer as you always do, I thought you’d been in an accident. Hours passed and I had no idea if you were dead or alive. I thought for sure you would pick up the phone and call me, especially since you know that is a rule around here.” I could see how much I had worried him. I would definitely be as worried if I were in his place. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I started to speak but he asked me to remain quiet until he finished. “I left the house to go travel the route you would of taken from work to the different restaurants and establishments, hoping you were not in a ditch somewhere. When I found you DRUNK, in a bar, having no regard for my feelings, I was terribly hurt and angry.” With that, I broke out into tears. It was never my intention to hurt him. I would NEVER do that purposely. Oh my gosh, I felt so horrible. “I’m so sorry David”, was all I could get out through the tears.
“Mary, I do not believe that you intentionally had me to worry. I do believe that you had too much to drink and lost track of time. I just wanted to let you know how your drinking and partying affected another person me! Now, let’s talk about all the rules you broke.” Did I really have to have them named one by one. I was feeling so bad, just about worrying him I didn’t even want to go through the rules I broke. David began” first rule broken: You did not stay in touch with me so that I knew you were safe. Second rule broken: You had more than one drink when you were a driver of a car. Third rule broken: You drank until you were completely drunk. Now, what do you think is going to happen?” Did he really want me to answer that? I knew what was going to happen. “Uhm, you are probably going to spank me.” ““Yes”, he replied. “You are going to get a spanking. I also want you to know that you are not to go out after work with the girls for the next 3 months. Is that clear?” “Yes sir”, I said through tears. David then told me to finish my cup of coffee and meet him in the bedroom in ½ hour.
My stomach was so nervous that I could not drink much of my coffee so I fixated my eyes on watching the clock. I hoped he knew how badly I felt for making him worry. I knew that after the spanking, all would be forgiven and I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around him and let him know how deeply sorry I really was. The half hour seemed like forever but the time had finally come to meet him in the bedroom. Upon entering our room I noticed pillows stacked on the bed and three different implements, his belt, the hair brush, and bath brush. David was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come here”, he said. I walked over to him and he promptly removed my robe. “Mary, as you can see I have three implements today. I will be giving you 50 with each. Do you understand?” ““Yes sir”, I replied. “Get over the pillows and let’s get started”, he said. I climbed over the pillows displaying my bottom, which was now lifted high and ready. I knew this was going to be a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget.
He started with the belt, without a warm-up of any kind. After the 5th swat I knew it was going to be a very long session. I was on fire by the 15th swat begging for him to stop. The swats kept coming hard and fast. He was letting me know just how worried he was. Tears were streaming down my face by the 25th swat and I was only half way through the first implement. Finally, the belt was finished. I had never had so many with the belt at one time. My bottom was on fire. He wasted no time switching implements. I felt the first crack of the hair brush soon after the belt stopped. OH MY GOSH! How was I going to make it through this? Every swat brought more lecturing about how I would of driven drunk if he hadn’t found me, and how could I be so neglectful? I was crying so hard and I still had another implement to go.
After the brush, he let me rest and catch my breath. He rubbed my sore bottom and told me how much he loved me and how he could never stand to lose me. He then began with the bath brush. The bath brush is, in my opinion, the harshest implement we have. The thuddy pain of a bath brush is something to remember even if you are only getting a few swats. I was to receive 50. David knew that this would be hard on me so he went slowly. Every blow was searing pain. I begged for him to stop but he was true to his word and 50 is what I received. When it was all over, I was sobbing terribly hard. He scooped me up and hugged me. He dried my tears and held me close. “I love you Mary. I don’t ever want to lose you”, he said. “I love you too David”, I said. It was all over. I felt so loved, so relieved, so safe, and so very, very sorry.
Owwwww! Makes me want to rub my butt! I do love a good story. Okay it’s time to vote. Now who wrote this? I do love knowing when you don’t! When I first read it I knew where it came from and still several names came to mind as possible authors. So here are the choices I am giving you. It could be Lori. I think we could all agree that from what we have read about and from Joe, this is how he might have handled it. Then again it could be Maggie. I know she hasn’t been posting in a while but she could have been using her time to write fiction. Have I heard from her ?– could be. Another possibility is Cassie. We all know she has missed a phone call or two and coming to find her is certainly Tom’s style. Or could this just possible be out own Paul sneaking in to give us a view into what what the Dom's are really thinking.
Now it you are saying “I have no earthly idea who wrote it.” Please guess any way. I remember well when Tiggr first came up with the brilliant idea for Fantasy Friday ( and my thanks to her for allowing me to continue it). When you are the author, seeing the voting was so exciting!! Another reason is to let the author know how many people are reading. I see the stats and Fantasy Friday get lots of hits but when there are only 7 or 8 votes you tend to think no one is reading. So even if you have never read a word by these wonderful writers vote anyway!! At least we will know you are reading.
Today sure did start off great. We got a two hour delay because of a little ice on the roads. Now I have to tell you Nick and I took full advantage of this delay! In addition to some truly wonderful early morning loving I got a warning about the evils of snacking during the day, Nick makes such a good point with his belt. Honestly just seeing him standing there holding it makes an impression.
I had to break down and tell him yesterday that the diet was not going so well. Now I am no dummy, I did choose a good time to tell him, I was putting away my laundry! He wasn’t too happy about it. We skipped weigh in last week since I was in Florida. But I have one looming this Friday. My weight is no secret now I was down to 178.2 but as of yesterday I was back to 182. Nick wants me back to my lowest or below by Friday!! And I want that too. He made a new rule for the moment. No snacking in my recliner! I can snack but I have to get up off my butt, get off the computer, and go to the kitchen to eat there. Not unreasonable I guess maybe it will help.
My twin (soon to be known as Skinny Minnie) is helping me again with another challenge. This one mostly rest on me. The challenge is for me to lose 15 pounds by June 1st. My usual average is ½ pound a week, so this is going to really push me and I can’t let up any. The fun part… when I win this challenge I get to pick 3 implements for Adam to whip Eva’s butt with!!!! I just can’t wait! I will have to look back through her blog and see what she has said about some of their toys as I think over my decision. Oh the wonderful choices!!
So to be clear, on June 1st if I weigh 167 or less Eva gets her butt beat at my direction!!! And she will tell us all about it! Of course this is just a side bet. I still have to answer to Nick each and every week and I have to show him a loss each week or he’ll take it out of my hide! Keep watching over at Todd and Suzy’s site for weekly updates. Meanwhile please cross your fingers for me for this Friday, it’s going to take a miracle to save my butt this week!
We did it! We took 153 boys, girl and parents to Kennedy Space Center, Medieval Times, EPCOT and Universal Studios (both the movie side and Adventure Island, with all the massive rollercoaster). Compared to last year I think this year went great!
My luckiest break I will attribute to the good vibes sent by my blogger buddies! I was set to have two girls in my room. I wasn’t wild about the idea but that is just the way the rooms worked out. I helped everyone get settled in their rooms and then took a minute to get on line in the lobby. I sent a few emails and headed back to my room when the tour guide stopped me and told me that since we had one parent and child drop out at the last moment and that we couldn’t get our money back, I was welcomed to the last room.
Since it was close to the girls and I trusted them to behave with me just looking in on them I moved. I nearly dropped my teeth when I saw it! A huge suite with a living room complete with couch and chair, entertainment center, a wet bar (which I didn’t use) and a king size bed! Best of all I could get on line in that room! I mean truly, what could have been better? Well, of course having Nick there would have been better, but short of that it was great!
We did have to deal with a big storm while we were at EPCOT but it came late and it didn’t cause us too many problems. And it was cold Sunday!! And as we left to come home each time the bus stopped as we headed north the cold got worse! This is supposed to be the south! When we finally got back to the school it was 9 degrees!! Very, very cold for us! I was so happy to see Nick!!
Nick doesn’t usually want souvenirs from trips like this but I got him one anyway – or maybe it’s for me! I actually bought one last year but lost it before we got home somehow. Here it is -
This might have been a mistake. It is made of a hard foam/rubber type material. The little practice slap I gave myself makes me wonder at my wisdom. Buy it was funny when I bought it. I was with the teacher who is the most suspicious of the new relationship Nick and I have developed since I came out to him. She knew me pre-spanking and often comments on my change in attitude it the things I say now. She wanted to know “Who you getting a toy sword for?” With no kids or grandkids the right age she was wondering. I just shrugged and she asked again “Come on, who’s it for?” I couldn’t help but have a silly grin on my face as I imagined it being used. I just laughed and kept on grinning. She grinned back and said “Forget it I probably don’t want to know, do I?” No she probably doesn’t!
I really want to thank everyone for thinking of me on this trip. You don’t know how nice it was to come in half dead and find so many emails waiting for me. It definitely made me feel better! And a special thank you to my twin for the phone texts that kept me laughing and connected during the day! You guys are the greatest!
Seems strange to be writing the before I have any idea of how the voting went. But Eva promised to post this for me while I am on my relaxing trip – ha!
I chose these ladies because none of them have blogs yet all of them can really write! I love it when my fellow bloggers send me stories but I am always very excited to hear from friends without blogs. I really want everyone to feel that this can be a place to showcase their stories.
But what about today, what about this story? ‘The Foul Mood’ was written by Carye! She is such a great writer and I think would love to blog with us but can you believe it she think taking care of Papa Shrek and their 4 children is a better use of her time! Well I guess she has her priorities straight. I am just happy that she does find some time to write and that she will share that writing with us. Thanks again Carye!!
Anyone else with a story to share please send it to email@example.com
I really love our Fantasy Friday this week. I think most of us who live this lifestyle could find ourselves in this situation! So we spankees can read knowing that this could be our butts if we have a loving caring spanker!
The Foul Mood
Jamie came in the door, slammed down her brief case, and threw her keys on the counter.
"Bad day, Honey?" Brad asked as he kissed her.
"It was awful. Everything that could go wrong did. I was the lucky person who got to tell the clients also. I wish we didn't have company coming tonight." She responded.
"Yes, but we've both been looking forward to the BCS Championship game for a while now. All our friends are coming soon. I wish we had time for some stress relief but we have to get ready now. I'll help get all the snacks ready, you go change."
"Ok. I wish we had time too. I hate being in such a foul mood! Oh well, maybe the game will help. Thanks for helping out.”She responded dully.
Jamie headed upstairs, with a head full of work thoughts, if only they weren't coming she knew Brad could help her feel better. "Stupid Game" she thought.
Soon their friends began to arrive, and they greeted them and started the pre-game celebrations. During the pre-game, despite trying to be cheerful, several of her friends began asking what had her in a bad mood. She just said she didn't want to talk about it.
Brad pulled her aside "Honey, our guests are thinking we're fighting or something. Try to just say something like work was bad, and trust me; I've got things taken care of ok? I'll take care of you, I have a plan."
"You do?" she couldn't believe her ears. How could she possibly get a stress buster spanking with all the guests here? She trusted him though, and tried to relax and be more pleasant while her mind reeled trying to figure out what he had in mind.
Soon the game began. Once all were getting involved, Brad went out to the kitchen to get some more chips. "Honey? I can't seem to find the big yellow bowl anywhere" he called.
"It’s in the cabinet. I saw it there yesterday. RIGHT WHERE IT NORMALLY IS" she yelled back suddenly more irritated than ever. "Nope it isn't, come help me find it."
"Oh whatever" She sighed under her breath and stomped to the kitchen to help.
She searched the cabinet and said "I know it was there I saw it today!" Getting more irate. But it wasn't there. "I don't have a clue, use another one."
"Oh wait," Brad said, "I think I used it out in the garage when I was working tonight"
"What the F…"
"Come help me find it" Brad said as he grabbed her arm. Suddenly she knew, he planned this all along.
"Brad, the garage is only 2 rooms away, not now!"
"Yes, now, come on. They're involved; I figure we have about 10 minutes or so." She followed, intrigued. As they entered the garage, she saw his quilted tarp stretched out over the hood of the car, and his bag from the health club next to it. She smiled, and butterflies started jumping in her stomach.
"Now, young lady, lean over that hood. Here is a pillow so you don't make any noise… or at least it is muffled. Leave your pants on for the moment" He grinned.
She looked at him questioningly but said "Yes, sir".
He brought out of his gym bag and grabbed their fur lined paddle out. "Interesting things you've brought to the gym!" she commented.
Laughing, he swatted her with the paddle for the first time. She sucked in; the sweats she chose didn't offer much protection.
"Into the pillow please, we're just starting!" With that he began in earnest. Soon she was feeling the thud very deeply all over her sweet spots. She was wiggling and trying hard not to make noise. Just as she thought she couldn't stand it, he stopped, and began to rub.
"Starting to feel a little better?"
"MMM, yes, much better." She began to stand up.
"Oh but we're not done here yet. Please drop those pants and panties please."
"What? Out here? It will make too much noise!" "I told you to trust me" He replied as he pulled out the loopy, and swished it in the air. "Silent but deadly" he whispered.
"But I’m not with that!" She replied with wide eyes.
"Well, you didn't think that pillow was for the little paddling you just got did you? Now, if you please…"
Resigned, she bared herself, and leaned back over the hood making sure the pillow was where she could easily use it to yell and cry into. Wasting no time, Brad laid into her.
Soon she was turning from a light red to dark red stripes. She tried to keep still but found it hard. "Ahhh" she cried into the pillow, and tried to not kick her legs or move around too much. Soon, tears were flowing freely and she submitted to the pain.
"I'd say just a few more and we'll have that stress gone for the night!" Brad smiled.
Dropping the loopy into the gym bag and zipping it up, he leaned up against her and rubbed quieting the pain. Soon, heat was building in her and she was moaning for more. Brad began using his fingers and quickly she found she was crying out from pleasure.
He let her calm down, and helped pull up her pants. "Feel better?" he asked.
"Yes, but now I just want to be with you!"
"Ah, then you can sit with me or on me during the game! Let's go before they wonder where we are!"
"Don't forget the yellow bowl Brad," she grinned "and by the way, you are in SO much trouble when the guests leave!"
Smiling, Brad threw the gym bag into the car, grabbed the yellow bowl and headed in. Yep this was going to be a great night.
Ahhhhhhhhhh…. That was good! And now you have put you minds to work. Who wrote it? It could be Lilly, I imagine she could find herself in a foul mood occasionally and she does have a loving husband who would set her straight. It also sounds a little like Mthc. We know that her David can swing a mean paddle when Mthc needs it. A third choice might be Scout. She is in the diet group with us and Jim would not hesitate to assist her in correcting a foul mood. And the final choice is Carye we do know that she and Papa Shrek have a garage so it could be her. Well there you go your four choices! Come on, no one knows but go ahead and vote. If for no other reason it makes me feel good to see lots of votes! Come back Monday for the reveal!