Monday, September 29, 2008

Thinking


So what are you thinking about today? I have a lot on my mind but nothing that could be called post worthy. Here’s how it’s running though my mind.

• The stock market sucks.

• I just got the evil eye from Nick for taking my socks off and leaving them on the living room floor.

• How is Grace feeling?

• Why is one of our cats so weird?

• Is Cassie going to get herself in trouble while Tom’s working?

• I want a big brownie with ice cream.

• LJ has a play coming up in November. He is playing the drunken brother.

• Mollie can get her driver’s license in 2 ½ weeks.

• It’s hard to find gas around here. Stations keep running out.

• I want to see some of my blogger buddies.

• I wish I had a good friend at work.

• How soon after she is born will I get to see Eva’s granddaughter?

• Wonder what CeeCi and Mr. Smith are doing right now and will we ever get to hear about it.

• I wonder if I am going to get enough Fantasy Friday stories to keep the series going.

• I wonder why it took me nearly 50 years to admit I was anal erotic.

• When will we have time for a good long spanking again.

• I wonder if I am becoming too boring to blog.

• I want a donut.

• When will we give ginger a try again?

Well you get the general idea. Don’t worry about commenting. It doesn’t make sense to me either. But sometime I can keep my fingers still.

Written by PK at 9:30 PM

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Saturday, September 27, 2008

My one political post


I promise this is not going to turn into a political blog – I have MUCH better things to blog about. But if we are going to be electing a president in just over a month I thought I could get away with just one post about politics. I have a favorite candidate. I am going to vote for him and I sure hope he wins! If anyone should care who I am voting for (and I don’t know why anyone would care) email me and I will be glad to tell you. Actually I just wanted to tell you my suggestion for improving the campaign for the next time.

I want to pass a new law. I think the candidates should be allowed to say anything they want to about themselves. They can talk about themselves all they want to – tell us how good they are, what they are going to do for the country, what they have done in the past, they can tell me they won the spelling bee in the third grade if they want to. But it should illegal for them to mention the other candidate!!! Not one word, no picture of the other guy, don’t tell me how they voted, don’t tell me what their shortcoming are – don’t tell me anything about the other guy! If you finally run out of good things to say about yourself then just HUSH!!!

As it is now there are only two possibilities – we believe all the commercials, meaning neither of them is fit to run the country or if the commercials are not true then they are both liars. Great choices huh?

But buck up, it has to end sometime. I will go back to talking about sex and spanking and come Nov. 4, it will all be over and we should have nearly two weeks before the commercials come out for the 2012 election.

Written by PK at 10:43 PM

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Friday, September 26, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Home Sweet Home

Welcome to another Fantasy Friday! It feels really nice to have a few stories coming in. A quick invite here - anyone out there that would like to try their hand at writing can send their story in to Fantasy Friday and let the rest of us enjoy the fruits of your labor. And any of you that have already sent a story - it's time to send another! Send any stories in to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I love today's story. I think this is the perfect way to start off the weekend! Enjoy...


Home Sweet Home


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The arm is too hard," Paula added.

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

"Mmm, soft."

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

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


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

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

"Look! I can hold its ankles!"

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

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

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

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

"Mom, I wanna go home."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paula groaned.


~~~ooo0ooo~~~



I love this story. It just sounds like it came from a spanko that enjoys a fun and loving relationship with her spanker. And it did. Most of you know the work of this author; she is an active blogger who not only keep her place updated often, she is also good to comment on other sites. We're not voting today I am just going to tell you. You can let me know whether you would like to continue to have a vote each week or do you like just knowing the writer.

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

















It's HERMIONE!! Leave her a comment here or go over to her wonderful site, Hermione's Heart to let her know what you think of this wonderful story! Thanks Hermione!!!

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Written by PK at 12:01 AM

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Look at me!

Woo-hoo!! I have another CeeCi original! I feel so special! And truly this look is very, very special to me. I used to doodle as a kid – I mean A LOT!! It eventually developed into a serious hobby. I began doing geometric designs and using a combination of bright color. Then to try creating something practical I began making bookmarks. About a year ago I sent some to CeeCi.

When I began hinting around for a new template CeeCi took one of the bookmarks I sent her and worked her magic with it to create my new masthead! So even though it is CeeCi talent that created the new look I feel I had a little part in it too! Not to mention that is my gorgeous paddle from our California trip - yes the actual Orange County Whapper (OCW) It is so exciting to have a new home!! I hope you all like it as much as I do!

Thank you CeeCi!!
I love you!




I love you, too, PK! Thank you so much for letting me come in and redecorate the place, it was lots of fun!

Last year, PK sent me a very special gift. She sent a large 'doodle' to me and enclosed eight bookmarks in the package. I was blown away! Those little bookmarks are so precious to me that I haven't been able to bring myself to use one for fear I'll lose it or mangle it. I think in the long run that's a very good thing because I knew right where they were when inspiration hit for PK's new site.

  

These are the two bookmarks that I used to create the graphics for this template. Aren't they gorgeous? Can you blame me for not wanting to damage or lose them? They're artist signed after all.


This one proved to be too big a challenge for my PhotoShop skills. I'd thought to use if for some of the title backgrounds.

Getting the bookmarks ready to use was an interesting undertaking. I don't have a scanner, so I did the next best thing, I took pictures. From there I had to do some cropping and then I had to do some color correction to get a uniform appearance to the graphics. I hope it doesn't sound like it was work, because it was pure play for me.

I've made a lot of templates over the years. When I make a new one I always do my best to capture something special about the person who'll be using it. This site reflects PK beautifully. She's playful, she's bright, she's balanced and she has a gift she shares with us all every time she posts... herself.

*hugs*
CeeCi

Now where are my sunglasses? This place is Bright!

Written by PK at 8:33 PM

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Time for a Meme

I found this meme over at Journey to the Darkside. I enjoyed reading Padme's answers so I just stole it and used it here.



If your ex REALLY needed you at 3 am, would you go to his/her house?

I haven’t had an ex in nearly 30 years and that was just old boyfriends. I don’t think I know where any of them live and I am not going to try to find them at 3:00 AM.


When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?

Some times people annoy me but I haven’t wanted to punch anyone since a kid hurt my puppy when I was about 11 (I did punch him).


What are the last three things you spent money on?

Band-Aids, a candy bar (not for me), Advil


What was the last thing you cried about?

I cried talking to my sister-in-law this Sunday about the loss of her 20 year old son this past summer.


Could you go a day without eating?

Yes, but I sure wouldn’t be happy about it.


Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a J?

I sure have.

Do you smoke weed regularly?

Smoke weed regularly?? I won’t even pull them regularly!


Has anyone ever told you they're in love with you?

Yes and I have believed several of them.


When was the last time you were disappointed?

When Mollie had finished off the last of my soft drink.


Has a girl ever seriously punched you?

Nope I haven’t ever been in a girl fight.


What was the last thing you put in your mouth?

Pork roast biscuit

Have you kissed two different people in one night?

If you mean other than my kids, yes. We used to have kissing parties in high school.


How easy is it for others to make you feel awkward?

Used to be a piece of cake! I always felt awkward. But as I have gotten older I am soooooooooo much more confident with myself and I rarely feel awkward. If I do it is something I am doing to myself, if doesn’t come from others.

Are you taller than 5'4"?

Nope. If I stretch and stand very, very straight I am almost 5’4”.


In the past week have you felt stupid?

I don’t think so.


What's the age difference between you and the last person you kissed?

Six years


Have you ever been outside completely naked?

I sure have and I have loved every minute of it, from streaking in college, to skinny dipping in our pool to making love outside in a mountain meadow this summer!! Being naked outside ROCKS!


What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed?

I had two with him – I think that is plenty!


Who did you text the most yesterday?

I didn't text anyone yesterday.

What were you doing at 10pm Friday night?

I was probably watching the Dog Whisperer and playing on the computer.


What are your plans for today?

Today is almost over, but I am still planning to write up a test for school tomorrow.


Could you go the rest of your life without smoking cigarette?

I have gone this long without one, I’ll try to restrain myself.


What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?

To have blood work done.


What is the last thing you yelled aloud?

"WALK!!" Why do all kids want to run when the bell rings?


What do you think of when you think of Australia?

Crocodile Dundee

Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?

I sure do! Does a son count? What about his boyfriend? I have met many LJ’s gay friends.


Have you ever kissed the last person you text?

I don’t think so. Eva and I always hug when we see each other but I don’t kiss.


What's one action you do when you're really nervous?

Get very quiet.


Would you rather give up the computer or the TV?

A few years ago I would have given you a very different answer but now I would give up the TV in a heart beat over my computer. I can watch some shows on the computer, DVD if I wanted, get all the latest news and the best part, most of my friends live in my computer.


Do you find yourself saying mean things to people over the internet that you wouldn't say to their face?

Nope, I don’t say mean things to people on the internet.


One word that explains perfectly how you feel at the moment?

Content.

What did the last text message you received say?

Eva telling me they were back in their town going to pick up the pup.


Do you care if people hate you for no reason?

I don’t think anyone does but yes I think I would care.


How hard is your life right now?

My life in not hard at all. Compared to most other I know I think my life is a dream!


Have you ever taken anyone for granted?

I am afraid I have. But it is something we should ever do.

~~~ooo0ooo~~~


I haven’t seen a good meme out here in a while so I hope many of you will borrow it and post your own answers.

Written by PK at 9:19 PM

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Never be honest with your husband!

I tried it and it didn’t work out so well. Saturday afternoon I was peacefully playing on the computer when Nick asked me why it took me so long to get my laundry put away after he did the laundry and put my clean stuff, folded into the baskets. Like a fool I gave him a truthful answer, which was “I don’t like putting laundry away so I didn’t. I would rather spend my time playing on the computer.”

Within minutes of this completely honest and truthful answer I found myself handcuffed to the bed and getting my butt whipped by several nasty toys from the box including the evil hairbrush! While he had me in this rather one sided conversation he asked me if I had taken my vitamin and calcium that morning. Once again my honest answer had my rear pleading – please lie to the man next time!! This honesty thing everyone keeps pushing, I am just not sure how I feel about it! But it did turn out to be a very nice afternoon!

Written by PK at 12:01 AM

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

A nice long spanking

I got some good answers to the question about how long is ‘a good long spanking’. There were different answers but it seems that most of us feel short changed at a few quick pops even if we are moving on to other fun and sexy thing. Although is the fun sexy part is nearly always where we want to end up, if you are a spanko you have to know that half the fun is getting there.

Now my timing may not bet the best. We haven’t had a lot of privacy for spanking lately. I was feeling so low for a while there and Nick doesn’t seem to want to spank when I am not myself. I understand his hesitation. I think usually a spanking would help but even I don’t really know. So anyway, it had been a while.

What I didn’t know until that afternoon was that Mollie was babysitting and leaving us alone. Hmm…. When I go home from work Nick told me he had some plans and did I want to go to the gym before or after? How about instead of?? We talked a little about the post and somewhere in the conversation I used an analogy I really hoped he would understand about what spanking does for me.

I told him to picture a car. No matter how well you treated your car, wash it, wax it, buff it, buy it new leather seats, new wheels, tented windows and even talk sweetly to it – you will not get the engine started unless you put gas in the car. For me the fuel that runs my engine is spanking. When I totally run out of fuel (long time between spankings) it is going to take more that a cup full of gas to get that engine revved up and ready to go somewhere! If he keeps the tank topped off when ever he has the chance then you may not have to fill the tank every time you want to take a short trip. But if we want to go on a long adventure lets go ahead and fill that tank!!

Nick has to know that this is true just by the way my body reacts to spanking. I can really be in the mood to make love, relax and happy and totally in favor but even while the mind is willing often this 51 year old body is not, juices just don’t flow as I would want them to at a moments notice. But let him start really spanking my behind and suddenly there will be juices!!

So at the end of this little talk Nick says “I think it’s time to head to the bedroom”.

I told him “No, now I’m scared!” He laughed at me and asked “So you think you might have said too much? Let’s go!”

He did start the spanking over pants which I really like. I can take some pretty hard swats over clothes and they really feel great but Nick won’t let them stay on long – as he says he like to see what he is doing. LOL! We had been at this for a few minutes when Nick asked “What time did we start? I want to be sure to get in a good half hour.” I looked over at the clock which said 4:33. I smiled at Nick, who could see the clock as well as I could and said “I think we started around 5:00.”

It was a great spanking! The ‘hand’ Adam and Eva gave us came in to play very nicely! Great sound and great sting! But many, many implements were used. Some I love, some not so much. I don’t see how anyone could take much with the bath brush!! Wow! So the spanking was great, the rubbing and after care was great and the after spanking activities were just wonderful!! A fine, fine afternoon!!

So to fully answer my own question, how long is a long spanking? I am really happy with anything over 20 minutes. Rubbing and exploring during that time is welcomed and encouraged for short breaks but don’t get carried away and forget what you were doing. And on days that I really get my dream come true it is like several of my commenter said, several sessions a day would be heaven! A spanking first thing in the morning to get the mind in the right place, another good stinging session in afternoon and maybe a third with all the other benefits during the early evening. Now THAT’S living!!!

Written by PK at 6:20 PM

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Fantasy Friday -Campaign Party, part 2

Okay, okay keep your pants on! Here is the rest of the story. Pop back to here if you didn't read the first part.


Campaign Party - part two

Marc smoothed his hands across her waist. Full, heavy breasts rested in bra inserts. Removing them, her tits tumbled over his hands, full and warm. Marc crushed them as hard as he could, flattening them against her body, pulling them hard; then squeezing them until they flowed through his fingers. Grabbing her nipples, Marc pulled hard, stretching them out and then stretching them further. His cock roared. He’d waited a long time to hold these globes and now he had them, slapping, pinching, and pulling; he was in no rush to let them go.

Jaye moaned and swayed as he gripped her tits harder and harder. Screams of pain and passion rose in her throat. “Marc?” she gasped yet he just squeezed her nipples tighter. Twisting them wickedly, he’d then smooth her skin; softly, gently massaging them, caressing them. Bending his head, Marc suckled, gently biting into the side of her breast. Jaye cupped his head, feeding him her abundance. Rumbling, Marc wrapped his hands around hers, cupping her even higher.

“Grab Henry now!” he rumbled between nips, maneuvering her hands to his cock. Finding his zipper Jaye lowered it to free his cock. Passion grabbed Marc through her roaming fingers; he surged as her trembling hands played up and down his cock. Cupping her ass, Marc found he could rub her cunt and suck her tits at the same time. He was a happy man. Raising one hand to her mouth; he smoothed his fingers over her lips; uttering a simple command, “Eat.”

Jaye sucked his fingers into her mouth, licking each one, tonguing his palm, tasting her creamy juice. Horrified at her behavior, she screamed inside, “What are you doing!?!?! Where is your mind?”; as her mouth ceded to his demands.

Turning her from him, Marc pressed his weight into Jaye, lowering her to her knees. Walking over to the window, he’d thought about letting the world watch but changed his mind and closed the drapes. Going to the door, he double locked it and turned on the radio. From the end of the bed, Jaye watched his movement as he stopped besides her, “Do you have any scarves?”

“In the top drawer babe,” Marc removed a selection of her scarves. Taking one, he tied her ankles together. Repositioning her on the corner of the bed he spoke, “hands please.”

Oh Boy, Jaye thought, and here we go. In the warmth of the room goose pimples skimmed her flesh, yet she flushed under intense gaze; her arousal fighting apprehension to dominate her emotions.

Following his order, she felt him tie her wrists, behind her neck, slipping a second scarf between her corset ties, securely anchoring them behind her head. Bending now, Marc reached under the bed to find the leg. Checking back in the drawer, the scarves were too short for what he wanted to do but he found a pair of pantyhose that would do fine, he didn’t want her wearing pantyhose anyway, it was in the rules. Looping them around her lower thighs, he tied them to the bed leg, ensuring that her movement was safely restricted.

Her upturned ass was inviting and he fondled her cheeks, patting them and pinching them at his leisure. Darting his fingers between her legs he flicked her clit, laughing when she jumped. Her pussy so deliciously inviting, Marc could not resist, he bent over kissing first one cheek, then the other, slapping them between rubs and nuzzles, he welcomed her spreading warmth as he felt Jaye gyrating beneath his hands, her colorful restraints preventing much more than deep-seated spasms. Marc knew that trepidation coupled with passion was overwhelming her senses and she pounded towards a climax. A few sharp slaps to her ass slowed that inevitability. There would be none of that until he was ready and he wasn’t ready. First, they had to attend to some serious business.

Marc stood up; stepping back to take off his suit jacket and tie, he tucked Henry back into his trousers. Then, rolling up his sleeves, he knelt behind Jaye, hugging her close from behind. For a moment they lingered, taking an opportunity to simply exist. Then, wrapped in his arms, Jaye looked up and Marc kissed her.

Their tongues wrapped around each other, smooth lips, sucking, touching pulling deeper and deeper. His warm body enveloping hers, Jaye rested, gazing at his face. She knew he intended to whip her. Although he hadn’t said it explicitly yet, it was the cause of their final blow-up; whether she deserved to be punished for her irresponsible behavior. He’d sworn the first time he got his hands on her she would be disciplined, severely for her lack of focus. She swore he wouldn’t, that she didn’t deserve it. Well, funny how things change when you are finally confronted with the man you love and forced to be accountable.

Finally, Marc spoke, “Woman, you know I’m going to whip your ass. You earned this whipping and many more but you will take this and we will start over with a clean slate, you hear me? You will not cuss and disrespect me. You will be mindful of yourself and take care of my prize. When I tell you to do something it is because I see something in your behavior that needs to change to help you. If I say it will help you be safer and stronger, then I expect you to follow my word young lady, do you understand?”

Jaye nodded, she’d known this day was coming and as she knelt there she mentally prepared herself for the punishment to come. After more than a year of reaching out to each other and almost half a year of fighting, they were going to be on the same page again. Jaye trembled inside, knowing this punishment would be long and harsh, the slate was loaded with charges and they all had to be wiped clean. But as she looked at the man leaning heavily over her, gazing into her eyes; she did not fear him. Jaye surrendered herself to Marc, finally accepting his place in her life and the impending events that would bind them together tonight.

“Woman we may fight, we may battle, but you must respect me. You are being punished for your bad behavior that is all. We will deal with everything else in due time but tonight, this is about cleaning the slate. Do you understand?” Jaye nodded again. She looked so pitiful Marc almost changed his mind, almost. But he didn’t, leaning forward, he kissed her deeply once more, then he stood; unbuckling his belt he looked around the room …. for… something. Finding a leather card carrier he held it to her lips, “Bite on this, it will help.” She smiled before accepting it between her teeth. Pulling a pillow down, he set it under her head. “This will make you a little more comfortable, ok babe?”

Jaye smiled ruefully at his ministrations, considering he was about to take almost two years of pent up frustration out on her upturned rump, at least he was being thoughtful.

Moving to the radio, Marc increased the volume a little more and turned on the air conditioner. The floor had seemed deserted with all the big wigs still downstairs partying – but you couldn’t be too careful. Grabbing a hairbrush from the dresser, Marc added it to his arsenal along with his strap; Jaye would be fully spanked when this was over. Touching her head, he moved his hand lower and began caressing her mounds, her skin was cool to his touch, but not for long.

Resting a hand on her lower back, he started slapping her bum firmly but not heavy, moving back and forth across her butt cheeks. The jiggling, bouncing flesh captured his attention. Marc knew for punishments to be truly effective they must be separated from sex – but once punishment time was over; well all bets were off.

He increased the tempo and the intensity of his slaps. Driving his palm deep in her butt, the jiggling deepened as well. Not pink, her tan flesh immediately went to a dusky rose and started to warm under his hands. Soft pants and startles told him she awakening to the seriousness of the situation. The reality of her spanking was settling in now. Despite herself, she arched and rolled her hips, her full flesh dancing under his hand, heating to his gaze and his palms.

Soft grunts emitted from her pursed lips and she rocked forward on the bed. Securely restrained, he wasn’t worried she would hurt herself and she was freer to release her emotions and accept her punishment as they progressed. Jaye need not focus on maintaining position, only on accepting the pounding that was blazing across her butt.

Jaye’s was hurting but she was still breathing. Marc’s hand felt like a flat bread board, solid and inflexible. Striking her butt over and over, he was relentless in his focus but she was determined not to cry out. Jaye just wanted to accept what Marc delivered like a big girl but that was getting harder and harder. Pain chased across her ass followed by burgeoning heat. Spewing his card carrier from her lips, she pressed her face deeper into the pillow. It did not matter. Her pussy cat mewling; the soft sighs and pants from her lips steadily increased along with the rising intensity of his blows.

Reaching over, Marc picked up the brush, moving the flat cool wood across her simmering cheeks; he started laying heavy, even strokes on her ass. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Jaye squealed and shook her ass to get away from the rain of pain. But like waving a red flag in front of a bull, waving her red ass in front of Marc only made him charge more. He thought about her stubbornness, her irresponsibility, her temper, becoming even ore determined to change her behavior. Marc increased the pressure of his blows, sinking them deeper and deeper into her ass.

“I told you, you did not want to know what would happen if you broke too many rules, if you kept putting yourself at risk. When you endanger yourself, you endanger me and I will not have it. Do you understand me woman?” Marc’s resolve was unwavering.

Jaye yelped and pleaded now, softly, urgently, promising begging. Her pants were even faster as fire raced across her ass under his assault. Please baby, please she begged over and over but still Marc spanked on. At one point even placing his hand at the small of her back, forcing her ass up higher – he rained heat on her tender sit spots, and exposed inner thighs; driving home his determination with each punishing blow.

Jaye lost track of time, all she knew was the relentless pounding into has ass. The slap, slap, slapping sound that delivered a scorching grief to her defenseless ass. Jaye was screeching now and pulling at her restraints but it was useless, she was being punished like never before.

Marc watched under his brush as her bum turned a deep red from ass cleft to mid-thigh and she trembled under his hands. His cock was rock hard, she was before him, on her knees coming to terms with his dominance. Slowly, surely, to the repetitive beat of his hand, the brush, Marc, brought her to acknowledgement and acceptance of her place, their place in each others lives. He’d never let her go. Jaye would know she was his queen, his priceless jewel; but he’d protect her – even from herself.

Finally, setting down the brush, Marc stood and began unbuckling the strap he promised her months before.

Jaye sobbed into the feathered pillow. Hearing the swish as the loops released his belt she knew this trial by fire would continue. It’d go on and on until he decided it was over. Her ass throbbed, pressure wrapping around her thighs – pulsing through her core. She wanted it over, she wanted it to continue. She him to more through her, release her from her guilt. Deliver her to his heart.

Crack, his strap whipped out slamming across her cheeks, drawing a ragged gasp. Her limbs were secure in the scarves resisted flailing. But the strike took her breathe away. Marc reached down to her ass, smoothing across her skin, where he felt the beginning ridges of the welts to come. But Jaye was frozen, suppressing sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks, barely breathing. He squeezed her shoulders, rubbing her neck, “Breathe baby, breathe, you’re okay.” She shuddered, drawing her breath, tears flowing freely into the pillow. “We’re almost done. I want you to remember this and every time you do I want you to remember what I will do to protect what’s mine”

Marc raised his belt again and brought it down again, and again, and again, back and forth, cheek to cheek, her ass quickly deepened to a reddish purple. She rocked back and forth, but her ass was securely presented for his chastisement and chastise he did. “I will not fight with you over every single thing darling’. You have to listen to me, you have to trust me, learn some respect woman!” Marc lectured on and on as he flailed her ass with his strap. He stopped to check her ass. It was dark red, with serious deep purple welts.

Jaye was sobbing so hard her breath tore in her chest. Begging for mercy, her hips rocked back and forth, she sobbed out her pleas to Marc’s ears. “Please baby please, I promise, I'll be good, please baby, please baby, no more, no more, please stop, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise. Please, I promise I will be a good girl.

Smoothing his hands across her blazing ass Marc almost stopped, almost gave in. Looking into her tear-stained beautiful face, He knew he had to finish for her and for them.

“Almost baby, we are almost finished” And again he raised his arm, delivering sting slaps with his belt, 8, 9, 10. On he went for twenty more strikes before finally stopping.

Sinking to his knees behind her again, Marc stretched his hands over her, leaning so his face was near hers but his body weight elevated, avoiding her now throbbing ass. He held this position as she cried. “I love you darling, I love you.” Reaching down, he untied her thighs and ankles. Sliding his hands behind her neck he released her arms and then her wrists, stretching them out as she continued to weep. Plucking her from the floor Marc carried her to the sofa cradling her in his arms. Held on his lap, she sobbed out her regrets, as he rocked and hugged her; promising everything would be alright.

As she calmed, Dana stopped sobbing and just lay wrapped in his securing arms. Marc smoothing her hair finally turned her in his lap so she straddled him, her face on his shoulder, her hands wrapped in his hair. In this position he could rub her blazing ass, using sesame oil to smooth her skin.

“Ummmmm” Jaye started to protest, and struggle away from the stinging oil.

“No baby, be still, let me take care of this”, he whispered, “let me make it feel better” he spoke as she settled down under his hands again. Marc kneaded the oil deep into her cheeks. Her sighs and moans telling him he was effective in his ministrations.

Now, she rested in his arms but there was something else she needed to do. Their rules; negotiated long before this night, required one more step before all was forgiven.

“Jaye? Jaye? Are you ready?” Marc murmured into her hair, “Let’s finish this woman.”

In her mind Jaye had tumbled through this eventuality again and again. Wondering if he remembered, if he would even ask? Wondering if she could bring herself to kneel before a man after such punishing blows and reaffirm the life (warm seed released from his body), liberty (done of her free will and a sign of submission), and the pursuit of happiness (he had sure in the hell better be happy after this) clause.

When they’d negotiated this agreement, it seemed like such a frivolous thing to even consider – she hadn’t really thought much of it; But now? Here she sat, in his warm embrace, ready to go forward with this man – secure in his love and protection.

Pushing with her hips, Jaye slid backwards off Marcs thighs. Sliding to the ground, she kept her still stinging cheeks elevated in the coolness of the room. Thankfully he’d popped her garters earlier, so they weren’t chafing her sore skin. And her corset allowed her to move with ease as she reached for his zipper, releasing his cock.

Mouth damp with tears; Jaye sucked Marc like there was no tomorrow. She was working his smooth head with her lips and tonguing his cap. He felt so good in her mouth; she could do this all day. Running her tongue around the ridge, Jaye slobbered on the back before sucking him in deep. Pushing him out again her tongue, she then sucked him back.

Jaye’s mouth felt so damn good, Marc was gritting his teeth, rocking in and out of her face. Arrrgghhh!! Those soft lips clamped on his cock like a vise. She worked her mouth hard, going up and down his cock and working her neck. All business, Jaye pulled those pretty lips back and forth along his cock. Opening wide so he could piston in and out, in and out; she kept her wet mouth all around his fat cock. Grabbing her head; Marc slid deeper into her throat as Jaye relaxed into his control. He forced himself faster, deeper, and she loved every minute of it, shuddering when he hit the back of her throat. Aaaargh, he slammed home one last time as the first stream jetted from his dick, flowing into her throat. His head dropped back and he stood there. Feeling her lips on his cock he tried to push her away, but Jaye kept suckling his dick on her face, nestling her lips on his balls.

“Now, what to do you say”, breathing heavily, he was looking down at her.

Jaye was ashamed of her behavior but relieved it was all over, stammered, “Marc I’m sorry, I was wrong. Th’, Th’, Thank you for…..” she started to curl and turn away.

“For what darling? Thank me for what” Catching his receding woman, Marc pulled her back to him while gently prodding, “tell me”.

“Disciplining me, thank you for disciplining me, I needed that.” Jaye admitted. She looked luscious sitting there. Beautifully chastened, beautifully submissive…..

Shucks, he was going to nut all over again. Marc looked at her and then almost without thought he picked her up and bounced her in the center of the bed. Her tortured ass strung but she laughed as her legs flew up and Marc dove down and his head suckling her folds before the bed stopped bouncing. Fingering her open cunt, Marc soon had Jaye struggling against an entirely different type of punishment.

“Marc is a bad man, I must remember this,” she thought as he tormented her over and over. Jaye felt him leaning down to suck on her; drinking like he just returned from a long trip to the desert. Lathing up and down her core, she arched to his mouth and away from her sore ass.

She was so hot Marc felt her nerves jumping under his tongue, her pussy lips plumped with arousal, pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled in to work. Sucking, licking, flitting, he pushed while she gyrated under him. Jaye was moaning his name over and over; he thought “Yes baby, you are going to come for Daddy aren’t you? Over and over again till I say stop.”

Marc slid his fingers into her now, one by one. Damn she was tight. Hot, wet and tight just what he wanted. He felt her pussy trying to grab his fingers, clamping down her walls on him. Rolling her hips she grabbed for his fingers with her cunt, fighting to hold them with all she had. He laughed working his hand harder and harder at her cunt. Nibbling, sucking, nipping at her thighs he pushed her to the edge of her control, she was going into meltdown. “Marc, please.”

Smiling he raised his face, “Yes, baby.”

She panted, “Please baby, please, May I cum?”

Flicking at her clit with his tongue, he didn’t answer. Pressing his face back into her it was as if he hadn’t heard he worked her body relentlessly as she shuddered under him. “Marc please!” louder, far more urgent, she cried out, her writhing body struggling against his mouth.
This time he didn’t move his mouth, his reply muffled against her, “Yes, baby”

“Please baby, please, please Marc, May I cum?” She was struggling against her bonds.

His mouth still pressed to her, he flicked his eyes up to her face. He wanted her to cum; he wanted her to lose control all over the bed. Raising his face, he flicked her clit with his thumb while holding her cunt on his fingers, “Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for me, give it to me, NOW!”

She let go, as the first spasm hit, his name came tearing from her throat. “That’s it baby, cum for Daddy, cum on little girl.” Marc manipulated her cunt and watched as she spasmed, over and over again for him.

She wrestled trying to get away from him. “Keep cumming woman. Give it to me, give it to me” He held her thighs, dragging her back to his mouth, lifting her to him. One orgasm, that was not what he had in mind for his little girl, she was about to cum again and again until he said stop.

Please baby, please baby, please baby, it was a chant in Jaye’s mind as she shook her hips to dislodge Marc. It’s too much, it’s too much, but he couldn’t hear inside her head. All he heard were the consistent moans flowing from her lips. “Please, Please, Please.”

Cradling her to his face, Marc felt the pressure build. He watched her fall apart once and he wanted to see it all again, right now. She was going to learn to beg him to make her cum. She would know he held the pleasure and to crave it.

“What baby, what do you want me to do?” he drawled as he flicked her clit.

“Daddy, please, no more, no more” her eyes found his.

“No more what darling” try as he might, he didn’t look sincere.

“Please, no more, no more cum, Baby let me rest, please Marc,” she was panting, trembling.

Woman, whose pussy is this?” if possible, he looked even less sincere than before.

“Yours Marc, yours”

Well then Woman if this is my pussy you know I’m a need to get what I want”

“Yes Daddy, I know” Jaye was dizzy and starting to lose her grip on this conversation.

“Well I wants me some more cum, and he wants it right now, and after he gets it, he may let you rest and he may not, but first things first, He’s wants his cum.” At that Marc lowered his head working her pussy with abandon.

Jaye dropped back, letting the wave’s wash over her again and again. It was his body, his pussy, his cum. He was going to have his way.

Shoving three fingers into her cunt, he shoved a fourth in her ass, rocking her body. Finding his rhythm he fucked her hard while sucking the clit off her body. There we go; he felt her thunder towards another orgasm. Roughing her pussy with his thumb, Marc forced her over the edge, “Give it to me! Give it to me NOW!

Jaye broke, her body arching again and again, the orgasm she didn’t think she had; came erupting from her body, flowing up his arm. Holding her cunt still in his grasp, Marc moved up the bed, he wanted to swallow her cries while she poured out for him. Jaye rocked into him, her tears flowing again.

When Jaye calmed down Marc pulled his hand from her cunt, reaching for her hips, he pulled her to him.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried as her touched her sensitive skin. Her ass was still hot to his touch from her earlier whipping. “Sorry Baby, we need to get you some more oil on that in a little while. She shuddered, and nodded, her face crumpling as she turned it from him.

That’s not good, Marc moved quickly, “Wait a minute baby; let me get a cool towel” Rising from the bed Marc grabbed the ice bucket; it was three-quarters full, plenty for him. Returning to the bed, Marc put out a towel before rolling her up onto her knees. Dipping his hand in the freezing bucket water he dribbled ice water across her inflamed cheeks. Jaye jerked, wiggling her ass. The cool water stinging at first, then cooling her skin. Marc dipped his hand over and over, rubbing her cheeks over and over, tickling her rump, Marc was relaxed, they were having a good time, Jaye protested but she was pouting with a smile.

Marc grabbed a sliver of ice, smoothing the entire piece across her cheeks. Jaye giggled, bouncing since he tickled her. He let it melt, and then started massaging her rosebud with his cold fingers. Marc pressed his fingers against her ass over and over, watching her go from tense, to relax, to welcoming against his fingers. She’d learn how to enjoy this.

Jaye watched Marc grab another cube, feeling him moved it across her ass, she was lulled into a pleasure zone now, and he pressed it in. Marc!!! He was laughing, tapping her ass, soothing her down. He kept rubbing various pieces of ice into her ass until she was chilled from the inside out. Following the ice with his fingers, Marc made her gyrate and buck under his hand. She had to squelch hers squeals. They were going to get put out of this hotel. Jaye tried to pout over her shoulder, but Marc was flicking her clit and playing with her ass and she felt an orgasm rising again. “Marc please,” Her pussy was dripping and her whole body was starting to erotic spasms. She felt decadent and naughty and the maestro was playing her body for all she was worth.

Flipping Jaye on her back, Marc grabbed her legs, tucking them into his left shoulder. Her pussy squeezed tight, that’s what he wanted and soon she’d be screaming again. Jaye tensed, she knew Marc would have to force his cock in her like this and she wasn’t disappointed. He slammed into her, again and again and again, until his balls slapped against her ass. Her eyes were watering, she couldn’t scream. He was in her womb, he was in her lungs, he was in her throat, and she was going to explode.

Marc rode her hard, unblinking he just stared into her eyes. She was super wet as pounded into her, thrusting, diving. Jaye anchored herself to his shoulder with one hand, while suppressing her screams with the other. Jaye stared at him; her eyes saying it was too much, too much. Marc knew better, her drenched cunt super-heated from their efforts. “Let go woman, let go, let your body free to know this passion.”

Snatching her hands, Marc pressed them over her head covering her mouth with his, he created those screams, they were his screams, he took them into his mouth, into his being. Torquing into her again and again, Mark determined that Jaye would have no more questions after today.

Whose woman? Whose pussy? Whose darling girl? Big Daddy Marc’s, questions asked and answered.

Watching Jaye’s eyes, Marc saw her slide toward release. Weighed her down through her legs she bounced back at each thrust, her cervix open a little each time he hit. She was silky wet, not soaking and her blast-off was imminent. Cum for Daddy, darlin’cum for Daddy.

Damn, he knew her too well, Jaye had begged Marc to stop but she didn’t really mean it. Good thing he didn’t, they would have been fighting if he had; ‘What’s wrong with you, don’t listen to me! Her screams of pain were really screams of pleasure. Damn him, too smart for his own good, hers too. Jaye was going to have to come up with some tricks for him, but later for that, right now, he had another driving her towards ecstasy and she didn’t want to miss her flight. Never in her entire life…….aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!

Marc honey drawl soothed across her, “That’s right baby, cum for Daddy, cum for Daddy.” Jaye exploded flowing through him, over him, under him. Cumming for his pleasure.

“That’s right, that’s my baby girl”, he felt her rocketing away, the explosions wracking her body. “Yes, good girl”. He owned that cum, she’d learn, she’d stop fighting him sooner or later and give them on command. She would be a well-loved, well-spanked, well-fucked woman; and all his.

Jaye was back on his mouth, breathing him now, feeling him, thinking him. Damn, Marc was her universe now, he held her, turning her inside out, slamming home his ownership again and again.

As she drifted down from orbit Marc released her hands, but he snatched legs apart, practically standing in her cunt. Jaye hadn’t thought he could go any deeper but apparently she was wrong. He pistoned into her body, muscles clenching in his shoulders and arms, body glistening with effort.

Curiously Jaye thought, most people don’t fuck this hard, good thing we found each other. She smiled at him and bratty nature rose to challenge him, even with her ankles in his hands and his cock in her lungs. The twinkle in her eyes alerted Marc to her mood. Jaye murmured softly, chant to his rhythm, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum,”

Marc heard her, he growled at her but she wouldn’t stop. Damn woman, No! He wasn’t cumming, he was fucking and she needed to just lie there, and not chant. He gave out orgasms around here – she needed to just keep producing them on demand.

Her brown eyes sparkled at him, full of light and love. Marc kissed her, muffling her mouth, but he could still hear her words, bubbling in his mind, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum”.

“Darn it woman! Cut it out!” He wasn’t ready to cum, he was fucking, thank you very much. Marc redoubled his efforts swinging into her body……but “Aw Hell!”

He’d pushed her to the edge again and as her orgasm exploded she pulled him over with her; grabbing his mouth she sucked on him, Shit! He was squeezing her tits and she was gyrating against him, fucking back into him like the stuff of dreams. Her cunt was clenching him, “Aaarrgghh! Marc knew he’d lost and fell into the abyss of passion with her.

Damn Woman! Marc came ferociously; his climax slammed him into her jerking him again and again. She rose up under the force of her own orgasm and he took both of them down to the bed. Ramming her hard as he pulsed out his cum. Marc released her legs, stretched out over her, they rocketed and spasmed together.

Marc was spent, exhausted; Jaye was quivering, wrapped in his arms. Damn woman, little moans and gasps kept seeping from her lips. She was an unrelenting turn-on. Every little thing she did made him want her more. She held him tight, wouldn’t let him pull out. Their bodies were moist from their efforts. He wanted her to sleep but first he wanted to move to get her some water or something, she just wasn’t letting go.

Exhaustion was chasing across her face when he kissed her. “Love you Marc, love you,”

“I know baby, go to sleep”, she smiled at him, her eyes closed now.

“Love you Marc, love you”. He could feel her slipping away, as he pulled her close, her pulsating lessened. Hell he’d get her water when she woke up.“Love you too, darling, now Sleep”


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With writing like this I have to let this author, Pretty dd Girl introduce herself.

Soooooo, intro to me ... hmmmmm, early 40's, divorced, midwest big-city girl, no kids, three fabulous cats, professional, actively dating but pretty much restricting myself to gentlemen who are seeking a DD/HOH type relationship. I want to be a wife again. I miss that in my life and want it again. Yes I date on line, and have met LOTS of interesting people that way. While not all of them are keepers, meeting them, has also helped me learn a lot about myself both what I want from a relationship and what I can give.. I have given myself permission not to feel guilty about the DD thing, the spanking thing, the submission thing and am just getting on with life. Don't look over my shoulder at dreams that have passed, instead I'm focused on my new dreams.

DD Girl I can only say that was some story!! I hope everyone lets you know how much they like it!

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Friday, September 19, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Campaign Party


TGIF! I am always happy when Friday rolls around but even more so now that I have some Fantasy Fridays to post. I hope even more of you are writing and getting ready to send me more stories. Send any contributions you have to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Campaign Party – Marc and Jaye

The campaign party was in full swing. “These Johnson folks really know how to have a good time” Marc thought as he surveyed the room. Gearing up for the upcoming primary hundreds of Johnson supporters and staff poured into Richmond the final weekend before the primary. This party was a pep rally/ice breaker for out-of-state Johnson faithful; national and local campaign staff along with the, state-wide government execs who had thrown their support to Johnson’s’ campaign. Drinking, dancing and exchanging war stories, this was the last downtime any of them would see before the election.

Raucous laughter drew Marc’s attention back to his colleagues, Jake, Cole and Bobby. Damn, they were having a good time, the life of the party as usual, making everyone laugh over some joke at the expense of the Baker campaign. Joining in, Marc relaxed; everyone was having a good time, why shouldn’t he? That’s when he noticed them, can’t say he noticed her, he couldn’t see her but over Cole’s shoulder he watched as a pair of strappy black heels made their way along the perimeter of the upper ballroom. Elevated by five feet or so, the upper ballroom landing placed those shoes right in his line of site. Of course he couldn’t quite see the wearer as she moved in and out of the crowd along the railing but he sincerely admired her choice of shoes. With heels at least five inches high, it was the height of the shoes that originally caught his attention. “No one wears heels like that in VA, at least not on a regular basis ‘cept maybe the trannys and those feet don’t belong to a tranny.” He watched as she darted in and out sometimes still, sometimes turning around but always moving. He couldn’t see her face but the glimpses he did catch of her revealed an attractively built, fair-complexioned black woman. “Must be with the campaign” he thought,” No one dresses like that ‘round here either.” Straps wrapped across the arch of her foot, circling her ankles over and over again before being tied at the backs of her ankles. “Very nice,” Marc thought to himself as he watched her approach the end of the railing. “Maybe I can get a look at the complete package” he thought to himself, just before his heart gave a stuttering heave.

Shocked, no he wasn’t shocked, thunder-struck was more like it. Marc couldn’t believe she was here. He was positive he’d never seen the pretty, wide-eyed woman standing at the top of the stairs in the flesh before and was just as sure she’d never seen him either. But he loved her just the same and those brown-eyes had stared at him many a day from his computer screen. Jaye, it had to be. Prettier than her picture, she was just like he’d imagined; shoulder length, swingy hair; curvy flesh; soft skin covered in a long jersey gown. She glowed. The woman of his dreams – they’d connected almost two years ago and she had become his world. Marc felt a seismic shift, he needed to touch her, to hold, just once; and he grimaced, maybe wear out that ass while he was at it. Glancing around he saw more than one fellow noticed the woman on the stairs, even Henry poked up his nose, “Down boy,” Marc mused, “Knowing Miss Jaye, we’re probably walking into a fight.” Knocking back his drink, Marc started moving through the crowd.

Jaye’s eyes swept the ballroom. These folks came to boogie she thought. The party was in full swing and the good times were definitely rolling in Richmond tonight. Drafted by her family she joined her brother, John on his VA campaign junket. A Johnson bigwig he frequently traveled, with his wife and sister’s taking turns serving as his personal gofer, butler and assistant on the road. This time was Jaye’s turn. No problem, with their full schedule and the primaries in four days. They’d be on their way back to Chicago before she knew it. But she’d miss the one person she’d give the world to see.

Marc, her on-hiatus Big Daddy, on-line lover and deepest desire; they’d had a giant falling out months ago, severing communication between them. Not an official break-up; they just weren’t ‘communicating’ right now, going on five months. She hadn’t even called to say she was in Richmond, sheesh she hadn’t known she was going to be in Richmond until that morning when her youngest sister backed out and she was drafted. But now, here she was at the state party; harboring a secret hope that Marc would be there. Jaye wanted to see him for once, just once before her hidden dream died a quiet death. After all, this entire event was designed to rev up the state folks who would make this victory happen, and Marc definitely fell in that category. Surreptitious glances around the room had not revealed anyone who looked like him. She’d memorized his picture. The curve of his biceps, those long, muscular legs during the hours spent talking late into the night and chatting on-line. She’d met hundreds of people in the receiving line with her brother, but no Marc. She’d know him when she saw him; her body would know his that was for sure.

Scanning the crowd, Jaye felt him more than saw him at first. Goose bubbles trickled down her arms, and a strange heat spread across her body. ‘Silly girl’, she was wearing a flowing jersey-knit dress and couldn’t possibly be cold, but there it was, that feeling again. Looking around Jaye finally saw him, off to her right, dark suit, tan hair and closing in. The glasses, Jaye she remembered the glasses as if she’d picked them herself; the thick hair falling across his forehead; his lips, the bottom one lushly full. And his hands – sweet mercy how she’d dreamed of those hands, on her, in her. Marc, her Marc was live and in-living color, coming her way.

Jaye changed her mind; she couldn’t see him, not today. Their last conversations had been a series of knock-down drag out battles. She didn’t want to fight, not here, not now. “I’ve got to move, I can pretend it’s not me. I can disappear into the party.” She thought. Jaye danced back and forth uncertainly before deciding to flee back into the crowd. And crowd it was, precious seconds elapsed as she tried to find an opening to scoot through. Then she felt him, a hand resting on her back and then another pressing against the bodies in front of her. “Now come on here folks, we don’t want our company to think we don’t know how to act at a party” Marc’s booming voice swung out over the bodies in front of them. The baritone vibrated through him and into her. Laughing people began moving apart, good naturedly greeting him, then her. And he seemed to know everyone, smiling broadly as he inexorably pushed her forward. They were headed for the exit, No! No! No! She couldn’t leave with him, they needed to stay in the party, mix and mingle with everyone else, not leave. But she found herself being swept with the crowd that surged toward the lobby.

She planted her feet; she was not going, no way. Their last conversation included ‘fuck yous,’ ‘go to hells’ and ‘hang ups,’ not the kind of words that lead to warm happy reunions. Jaye found her voice, “Marc, where are we going,”

He laughed, “Oh, so you do recognize me,”

“Yes, of course I recognize you, just like you recognize me, but I can’t leave the party, I have to stay in case my brother needs help.”

Marc stopped, “So you’re here with him?” Hooded eyes swept the ballroom seeking the VIP platform. Spotting her brother he said, “Don’t worry he’s partying over there with the big wigs; he’ll be fine. You, on the other hand I’d like to speak with in private.” He gazed down at her. Jaye’s stomach flipped. Deep in that gaze were a dozen promises, but also simmering anger, waiting to ripple across to her. He had nerve, anger was a two way street, and if he thought he was provoked, guess what, she was provoked too and she still had her own anger, passion and all the rest to deal with, she just didn’t want to do it in private, not with Marc.

Despite her feeble efforts at resistance, she was maneuvered into the corner of the elevator lobby where Marc took advantage of the chaos surrounding them to speak privately. Bending down he whispered as the crowd surged around them. “You’re here all the way in Richmond darlin’, why didn’t you call? I know things are bad between us but still, you could have called.” His hand moved in lazy circles over her stomach, her body surging, nipples stiffening through her dress.

Looking down at her arousal, Marc laughed, “Well someone’s glad to see me”. Mortified, Jaye felt very small, she looked up at him and down again, He felt good, he smelled good and he was so damn close. She couldn’t think, she was angry but then again she wasn’t. She looked up again; with his back to the surging crowd they were in their own private cocoon. His mouth was so close. She leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers, her body warmed at the sensation of his mouth.

Breaking off, “Bad girl,” he laughed, “You didn’t ask,”

Her inner coquette emerged, “Oh, I need to ask” she flirted.

Pinning her with his gaze, leaning closer, “Yes”, he whispered, “When you’ve been a bad girl you ask for everything and I either allow or not as I see fit, remember?”

Her brown eyes cut. Flicking back and forth, hot anger surged through her “Hmm, we’ll just have to see about that”

Marc cocked his head, his eyes sweeping down her petite frame; taking in her full breasts, ample hips. His gaze coming to rest on her face, Marc’s mouth hovered close to Jaye’s. “We’ll see, huh,” he leaned even closer, she had nowhere to go, “Who’s the man here darlin’? Who’s the boss of you?” Jaye looked away, pointedly ignoring his question; she’d always said he was the boss of her but now, she wasn’t so sure.

“No answer? Really now?” Marc drawled. Jaye studiously avoid his gaze; finally relaxing when she thought he moved away, then a sharp pain shot through her nipples. Her eyes flew to his laughing face. “Oh I see I have your attention now.” Whatever he’d done made her nips even harder than before and now, damn it, she was hotter than ever. “Answer me woman, who’s the boss of you?”

Petulant but not foolish, she pouted, “You Damnit! You!”

Dropping his forehead to hers he said “Well, well, well cussin’ too darlin’. What am I gonna do with you?”

Jaye pointedly looked away. It was all too much to comprehend, she needed a moment to think.

The drawl rolled back into her ear, “So tell me woman, are you wearing panties?”

Jaye’s eyes flew open in shock, “Wh,,wh,,what??” she stammered.

Sliding his hand across her stomach, his destination concealed by two walls and the crowd, Marc cupped her ass before responding, “Panties, are their panties between me and my pussy?” he whispered.

Jaye, pressed back harder into the wall “Now Marc, I don’t think,,,?”

His voice deepened with the intensity of his gaze “Panties woman, you know the rules. When we go out – no panties unless you get permission in advance”

Jaye was mortified. The rules, of course she remembered the rules, the Gosh Darn Rules of Conduct and Decorum. How could she forget? No simply rules and guidelines for them, noooo they had a book. Marc always said he was planning on spending the rest of his life with her so he wanted her to take her time, learn his rules, negotiate what she wanted and then memorize them. They were in effect for the rest of their lives so she needed to get used to them.

At one time it seemed like the rules covered everything in life and Jaye chafed at the very idea. Over a period of time though and with intense negotiation they eventually broke down into broad basic categories’, with some detailed around her dress and body. Case in point – unlike some of her friends in DD relationships, Jaye had no driving rules except one. Never let the cops call Marc over something she’d done wrong and never, ever bring him a moving violation. This rule covered speeding, her seat belt, her inability to keep up with her license, her lapsed insurance and on and on. Whenever Jaye pressed for detail, Marc would only make one comment.

“You do not want to know what the penalty is for doing something stupid in your car woman, so don’t” He’d growl.

Jaye never sped after that conversation – well just once when she was late for her workout class but her piteous pleas caused the officer to let her off with a warning. She really didn’t want to know what would happen for a speeding ticket.

Damn him, ten seconds with this man and she was ready to collapse like Scarlett O’Hara, She’d remembered the rule. “No panties Marc, no panties,” she whispered in response. She hadn’t worn panties tonight because she did remember the rule and after all – she was in Virginia.

Words rumbled out of him, “You sure darlin’?” He was gathering her skirt in his hand as he talked, slowly pulling it up her side. Jaye wanted to scream but that would draw immediate attention. He felt her panic rising, “You are completely shielded as long as you don’t move, it’s up to you.” Watching him, she felt cool air rising across her legs, followed by his fingers on her skin, thighs first, sliding around to her ass he grabbed a handful and squeezed.

Marc flexed his fingers again and again as she tried to steady her breathing, and not think about fucking him right then and there. Smoothing his hand around to the front of her thighs he pushed his fingers between her legs, sliding across her soaking, eager cunt. Squeezing his other arm for support, Jaye tried to distract herself by calculating square roots. Too bad she barely passed algebra.

“Good girl,” he smiled as he skimming her clit and swelling lips, “I had to check.”

“Of course Marc, sure you did” Jaye’s voice was cutting as she flicked her eyes at him, struggling for control.

Slowly lowering her skirt, Marc kissed her flushing face, “Let’s go somewhere private. We can speak in your room unless you think your roommates will protest.” They needed to move or he would take her right there in the hall politics be damned.

“I don’t have roommates,” she gasped, struggling to retain control. Marc had always brought her crazy passion, even from a distance, turning her inside out with a long-distance growl; he’d commanded orgasms across the phone and damn if her body didn’t give them to him every time. Now with him face-to-face, what chance did she have?

Smiling Marc nodded, “Good, we’ll go there,” Wrapping his arm around her, he easily propelled her forward into the next available elevator. Once on board, Jaye’s ass rested between his legs, giving them both something to enjoy; her gently rolling cheeks nestled on his rigidity as the elevator gently bounced from its large load and continual stops before reaching her tower floor.

Bitch, that’s the last thing he’d called her; and it wasn’t in that happy-fucking sort of way. He’d said that and tossed in a few fuck-yous for good measure. Not to be outdone she’d called him a few colorful things as well, very colorful, 64 Crayola box colorful. Yet here they were on the way to her hotel room. She didn’t trust him and claimed she never would. He didn’t trust her either so they were even there. He’d accused her of being a pampered, spoiled Daddy’s girl? She’d called him a knuckle-draggin’ hillbilly. Not exactly terms of endearment.

In all honesty she could be terribly absent-minded and yes her friends and family occasionally pointed out that her naiveté would be funny if it weren’t so frightening. Marc affectionately called them her blonde moments but what he found charming also enraged him. He insisted she broke the cardinal rule about taking care of herself by willfully not paying careful attention, not listening and expecting things to just ‘work out’. A talented professional, she excelled at her work, but outside of the office it was as if she lived on auto-pilot. What she didn’t care about, she didn’t think about. He’d raise more than a little hell over her behavior and promised to raise cane over her bum if she didn’t do better.

Marc could feel her heat along with his own. He wanted to crush her to him and say over and over again, “You are mine, you are mine and I protect what’s mine” until it sank into that pretty little head. He promised her that and more but in the end she’d defied him repeatedly. All he wanted was for her to be more careful, more thoughtful. While he wasn’t there to watch over her and protect her – he needed her to submit and follow the rules, just take care of herself, but not his Jaye.

Opening the hotel room door, Jaye stepped into the room, backing away from Marc, pausing at the foot of the bed. An executive hotel room, the king-sized bed was complemented by a separate desk, sofa and television area for added comfort. Watching him step into the room, Marc bulk filled the doorway and foyer, closing the door behind him. Jaye didn’t know what to do, part of her wanted to slug him as hard as she could, part of her wanted him to pull her to the bed and fuck like there was no tomorrow; conversation be damned.

“Woman”

Dang, one word, curled through her body like aromatic pipe smoke.

“Marc”

They’d argued viciously, regrettably; yet she missed him desperately. The simple fact of the matter was that he was right. She didn’t pay close enough attention and created tiny gaffes that sometimes exploded into bigger issues. Most, if not all of these challenges would have been avoidable if she’d just been paying attention. Transposing two numbers on a magazine order form had sent the elderly widower down the block her Vanity Fair subscription for six months. A minor faux pas – however dropping a word when reading her insurance papers made her rates triple when she signed for whole life instead of term.

Marc had been apoplectic.

She didn’t know what to do next, her body froze with uncertainty.

Marc quickly solved that dilemma. “You didn’t greet Henry,” he said.

Chastened Jaye quickly reached for his cock. One of the detailed rules found under sex, it came right after clothing selections. Rule number 4a: Greet Big Daddy, greet Big Daddy’s cock, the dear Henry. Smoothing her hands across the top of him, she stroked his length while reaching for the full sack below. As she stroked him, she watched his eyes, confident and unblinking. She felt her fears and panic drift away, Daddy’s home.

Jaye manipulated his cock, softly tugging, squeezing and pulling. Her hands warmed his balls, causing Henry to swell even more, filling her hands with his weight. Then her eyes fell, “It’s now or never,” she thought, so stepping back, she sank to the floor. Kneeling before him, she pressed her face to his legs wrapping her arms around his calves. Lowering her body until she was prone to the floor, Jaye embraced his left ankle, kissing the arch of his foot. Then, reaching for his right leg, she repeated the same, hugging his ankle, pressing her face against him; tears began to choke her throat. Eventually, she slid her hands up his thighs to find his swollen, throbbing cock. Taking him in her hands, she stroked him from her knees, weirdly relieved, she felt safe. He was his, and he was hers.

“I’m sorry Marc, I’m sorry. You were right; I was wrong and I’m sorry – please forgive me”

Jaye was shocked, she had never intended on being nice to him much less submissive, but here she was on her knees before the one man who made her blindingly angry yet loved her more than anyone alive. She didn’t want to fight not tonight; this evening was about new beginnings, a chance to start over.

Marc was dumbfounded, he thought she might curse him or hit him or possibly try to call hotel security but definitely not this, Jaye? on her knees? At his feet? Looking down he knew one thing, he wanted to see her naked - now. Oh yes, she would learn from him this night. She would understand their roles, his responsibility and her submission before the night was over. But first things first – naked.

“Stop baby,” he commanded, “stand up, and take off your dress.” Releasing him, Jaye stood, her dress coming off easily, she laid it across the back of the chair before turning towards him. In her high-heels, designer lace-covered corset and silk stockings she was breath-taking. More beautiful than he’d ever imagined.

To be continued...


Now don't shoot the messenger. The rest will be up tomorrow along with some information about this wonderful author.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

What do you think?


I have a question. I know lots of folks out here have questions. Bonnie has great questions/discussions every Sunday at brunch. Todd and Suzy have a thought provoking round table discussion each Thursday. Both of these sites are impressive with the good question they come up with each week. Eliane over at New to Spanking had a couple of good questions lately too. Grace borrowed one and had a good post on it. I thought I would jump on the band wagon.

My question came to me the other day when I told Nick in an email that I really needed a good long spanking. But later I realized his idea of long might not be the same as mine. So I wanted to know:

What do you think of as a long spanking?

Now when you answer this lets imagine that conditions are favorable, you have all the time and privacy you want. So how long might you want the spanking to last? This would be starting with the gentle warm up through those last burning ones to remember! We are not counting the wonderful time we all hope will follow but just the time for the spanking part. And while you are answering let me know how much you want 20 swats, 50, 100, 200…

You leave your answers and I will post them and my answer this weekend. That is after Fantasy Friday, it’s going to be a hot one this week!

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Happy Birthday Cassie!!!



Cassie your site is one of the brightest spots in blog land. There is no one quite like you. I always think of you as one of the youngest folks out here. From flying over the water in a speed boat during a hurricane, dodging paint balls, sneaking off to hear adult comedians, hiding your sweet husband’s underwear, doing tricks while riding a scooter or dumping ice water on Tom’s head in the shower – well you can’t deny you are the biggest kid out here!

You are a true inspiration to your readers. You may think you have no children but look around you. You have more ‘chicks’ out here than you can shake a stick at. We all look to you for a model of marriage that anyone would envy!

I hope this is your happiest birthday ever! Now hurry up and tell us what Tom got you! That man is the best gift giver I have ever heard of. Don’t make us wait!

Love you Cassie!

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Much better

Ummm… I thing I may be back. I sure have been feeling better lately. At least more like me. I do have a cold but I can deal with that. But there was some great, great sex at our house today!

There was some slow and gentle loving as we woke up. I guess that is the only good thing about working – you really appreciate the weekends. We woke up slowly and cuddle and just play around. Although we were enjoying ourselves Nick wanted to hold back so he would have plenty of energy for the afternoon. That sounded good but I wasn’t being very cooperative. Every time he started to move I would do something to make him really want to stay. He promised me a spanking in the afternoon for going against his wishes but that didn’t exactly deter me.

I took Mollie babysitting about two and came home for a little nap. After that the real action began. It was quite an afternoon. Nick got as good a BJ as I know how to give and I got everything I wanted. Now a note to Grace here, you want to give anal another try when you have the time and desire. Because I have to tell you at the right time it can be fantastic!!! And Saturday was the right time for us!!! I think Nick was glad to have his wife back. He did mention that when I came back I seemed to come back all the way.

So did I get the spanking he promised? Well… sorta, I did get a spanking but it could have gone on a lot longer in my opinion! Then again if either of us had felt much better we might not have ever come up for air. I sure do feel better than last week. Still don’t know exactly what caused the problem and I am not going to think about it too much. I am just going to try to remember that negative feelings do pass and try to appreciate feeling good whenever I do.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Fantasy Friday - His Truck

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday!! I am so excite to have stories to post again. Because of my wonderful readers I have enough stories to get us started. When I have stories I’ll post them. I am happy to report that some new writers are contributing. I really love that! I want to continue to ask everyone to try their hand at a story. I especially like to offer a place for those of you without your own blog. I want every one to have a place to be heard. Send any and all stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Since many of these new contributors are just that – new, there will not be a contest each week. After the story I will give a brief bio of the author, the things they are willing to share with us. When I think you might know the author I might include a contest.

Please enjoy…


HIS TRUCK


“Oh no not again” thought Amber as she got out of the truck to see what damage she had done this time. It was the fourth time in two months that she had scratched her husband’s new truck. It was just a small scratch from the trash can but she new he was not going to be pleased. The first time she scratched it John just gave her a warning but the last two times she was punished and in their house a punishment meant a spanking.

“Maybe I can cover it up, maybe I can say someone hit it with their car door in a parking lot, maybe I can act like I have no idea what happen” she thought to herself. It was just a passing thought though because she could never keep the truth from John for to long and the punishment would be twice as bad if he found out Amber lied also.

So, like the good girl Amber tried to be she text John and told him what had happened. She told him the truth. While backing out the driveway she had hit the trash can and she even told him about changing the radio station while backing out the driveway. His response was plain and simple,” You are not to leave the house the rest of the day without permission and things will be dealt with when I get home”

The “things will be dealt with ” statement made the butterflies appear in Amber’s stomach. She knew what was coming and she new she deserved it. She also knew the house was a mess and she better get it cleaned. No reason to add any fuel to the fire. Her bottom was going to be warm enough already.

“Oh my God its 4:30 already John will be home shortly,” Amber said quietly to herself. Just then her phone beeped and she knew it was John. “Upstairs and in the corner. I’ll be home in five minutes and we have some things to discuss,” his message said. Amber quickly put up her cleaning supplies and headed upstairs to their bedroom. After a quick fluff of the bed she headed to the corner and began her wait.

Once that five min. wait started to feel like hours she heard John pull into the driveway. Amber knew that he was inspecting his truck when she did not hear the front door open yet. Then all too soon the front door opened and his footsteps started coming up the stairs. The footsteps stopped at their bedroom door and once the knob started turning the hairs stood up on the back of Amber’s neck. “Oh no,” Amber thought.

The door opened and she could feel his eyes starring at her. John did not speak but she could hear him moving around the room and when she heard him open the drawer where the oak paddle was kept a lump formed in her throat. She stood perfectly still till he called her to. “Amber May over here now,” John commanded.

“Tell me why you are about to be punished,” he demanded in a soft firm tone.

“Because I scratched your truck again,” Amber answered quietly.

“And for,” John questioned.

“Changing the channel while backing down the driveway,” she answered as she lowered her head.

“You know exactly what is about to happen. Pull down your pants and panties and lay across the bed,” he instructed.

Doing as she was told Amber slowly pulled down her pants and panties and leaned across the bed grabbing a pillow to bury her face in. She held her breath till she felt the first swat land from the paddle. “That dam evil piece of wood,” she thought to herself because she did not dare say it out loud. Spank after spank landed on her fast becoming sore bottom.

“How many times have I told you to pay attention while you are driving? You know good and well every time you scratch something due to carelessness you will be punished, yet you do it anyways.” John lectured.

Tears started to fall down Amber’s checks as she began to silently cry. Soon the spanking had stopped and she sighed a sigh of relief thinking it was over. She realized she was wrong when she heard him unbuckling his belt.

“Please no more,” she cried.

“We are not done yet. This is a lesson you must learn. I am tired of repeating this punishment,” John replied not swayed one bit by her crying.

He pulled his belt through his belt loops and folded it over in his hand. John proceeded to spank his wife’s very red bottom again. ”Twenty more’” he said aloud and then precisely landed twenty stripes on just her sit spot. Amber was crying freely by the time he was finished and when John pulled her in his lap she buried her head to his chest and cried it all out. “It’s ok baby. All is forgiven, you have a clean slate now,” John said trying to soothe her. Through sniffles she promised to be more careful next time.

After Amber regained her composure they went downstairs to make dinner and enjoy the rest of the evening together. When she emerged from the bathroom after her shower she saw John sitting on the bed, bottle of lotion in hand. “Come let me soothe that sore bottom for you,” John said with a very distinct twinkle in his eye. She came to the bed and laid over it completely naked. When his hand started to caress her sore bottom she flinched at first but eventually relaxed into his soft touch. Soon his hand was exploring other areas besides her red backside. When his soft fingers came to rest between her legs she closed her eyes and thought “God, I love this man of mine.”

~~~ooo0ooo~~~


This wonderful story was written by Yaya! Yaya is thirty something and has been married for 8 years. She and her husband and their three little ones live on the south east coast. She has enjoyed writing since high school and after talking with her I can tell you she doesn’t realize how good she is.

I asked Yaya for her history. Like many of us she can trace her interest in spanking back to her teen years. Often she would try to find romance novels that included some spanking. She came out to her husband about a year and a half ago by printing off articles and stories about spanking and highlighting the good parts. She admits it is still hard to talk face to face so they do a lot of their communicating about spanking by text. We know she is not alone in being somewhat embarrassed in live conversations. They are trying some DD for diet reasons. Yaya would like to lose a little weight for her health but they also enjoy the erotic side of spanking.

Thanks Yaya! I hope we will get the chance to know you better and that you will comment often and keep writing! I will be happy to post your work anytime!

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