Friday, February 27, 2009

Fantasy Friday - Sleeping Beauty's Crying Shame

Happy Friday everyone! We have a great story today! It had my butt tingling and sore just from reading. And the best part it is part of Kaylynn's Julie and David story. David is determine to help Julie learn to listen to him and control her behavior before they marry. We first met Julie in the story On Julie's Beach with a Paddle. The next in the series was Luckless and Irish and this delicious stories picks up the very next day.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did. Now grab you a pillow and enjoy...


Sleeping Beauty's Crying Shame

“Julie I’m home from golfing. I want you to come down here.” David’s voice had its usual calm obey-me tone. She stretched like a cat on her side before purring out “Good morning baby! What did you shoot today?” Reflexively her body snapped from its extended position like a rubber band back to its original position. She hadn’t yet bothered to lift her head from the pillow. Her muffled voice let David know she’d never gotten up. Suddenly she heard him flying up the stairs like some paranormal being - at break neck speed about to strike its prey. She scrambled to lift herself onto her elbow and cautiously looked to her nightstand.

“Fuck!” It was 1:30p.m. He materialized beside the bed starring into her wide green eyes almost before she could make the “ck” sound from her expletive. His controlled stare into her brain (she was sure it went that far past her eyes) overwhelmed her. The deep breath taken in from fear felt like a knife in her throat and chest. David noted her alarm– the eyes always dilate. Continuing not to show outward expression on his part made her think she was capable of losing bladder control. Terrified of him and her bladder she eked out her most subservient voice.

“Please can I get up to go to the bathroom?”

“You’ve had hours to do that. Why now?”

“I just woke up”

“You need to say it and be truthful.” Her head tipped like a puppy's would. “Really? You ‘just woke up’…. all by yourself? Now is that how it happened? Careful with your answer. And yes, go to the bathroom. Think of the right answer. I’ll be waiting.” She tried to grab for her silky mauve floor length robe to protect her from his eyes and protect her from her fear. He was quicker.
“You don’t need it.” He began to walk to the dresser to get his favorite thing to spank her with, a Williams and Sonoma maple spatula. As he walked he recalled all the thinking he’d done on the course that day. He was always waiting for Julie, literally and figuratively. He’d waited for years to get together. Not really her fault. But she was such a head case in high school. He didn’t dare date her then. And now that she was his fiancée, he waited for her to listen. Even occasionally would be nice. School was starting. Their wedding was weeks away. It was a crossroads. David refused to have this marriage fail before it began. There was too much at stake. Julie had been a part of his children’s and his life for years. Even before the divorce she was in their mutual group of friends. And he loved her but something had to give.

Most would agree that David did the true suffering. They each understood each other too well. David supported his three children, an ex wife, an emotionally demanding boss, 27 directly supervised employees and 91 indirect employees, 2 task forces and Julie. Julie supported David by making him feel whole. She kept him sane, well sort of. She was his pure oxygen. But the machine through which his oxygen was dispensed needed maintenance. David had no natural proclivity to corporal discipline; he was however, involved in maintaining his own lifeline. He was capable of self discipline. It came to him in utero. And he wouldn’t hesitate to bring it to her externally.

His golf philosophy saturated his brain that morning while his love slept. The concepts had run through his head like errant children in an unsupervised castle hallway. They were: Making contact with the ball in order to get the desired result; Control physics and nature simultaneously; Rid your mind of inconsequential thoughts; Give yourself over to the game; Face the game with confidence; Aim; and finally know that there is an end. One last stroke will put the ball into the hole. And with that last thought, David left the golf course knowing that Julie wasn’t going to need his verbal guidance, his persuasion. No ….Julie had consistently shown him her reckless nature. He believed he’d find her showered and preparing for their barbeque starting in the next 90 minutes. He wanted to spit nails when he came home and saw her blatant disregard for his authority and their ability to enjoy the day. Years of a high pressure job had taught him that nothing is achieved by losing it, despite justification. And so it was with great clarity that he began what would be the bane of Julie’s existence – weekly maintenance spankings.

Julie sat down to pee with such relief, she was seeing angels. Which wasn’t that funny because she regretted neglecting church for weeks now. Last night came flying at her like an explosion at a Chilhuly Exhibit. She had no where to run from herself, no excuses existed. After drinking like Charlie the Tuna yesterday, having attracted the attention of the whole fuckin’ Sheriff of Nottingham’s Department, she thought she could at least straighten up today. She had asked him, for crying out loud (way too literal now to consider that funny) to discipline spank her to help her with her lack of self control. She’d slept through every bit of hope available. She thought about turning around to throw up after she finished peeing. Fuckin’ A through Fuckin’ Z! Was there ever going to be a time when she could catch her breath. So much was going on right now. Her new career started in less than 48 hours. And there was a professional and spiritual component to her job. She wasn’t market Feckin’ Irish whiskey, she was teaching at prominent Catholic High School! She had her bachelorette party next weekend, dinner rehearsal and finally wedding. She needed a straight fuckin’ jacket! With any luck, David was going to kill her and put her out of her misery. That was it. He was her savior after all. Her angel o’ mercy. How sad is it when you need someone to spank you death, putting you out of your induced misery?

“Julie!” She nearly jumped off the toilet she was so deep in thought. She felt the sweat sting her armpits as she reached like lightening for the tissue paper.

“I’m coming, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…..” Her voice sounded sad and drifted off like smoke in the air, never to be seen again.

“Everybody’s coming in less than 90 minutes. We need to get a lot done way before that. Now here’s what’s going to happen. Get in here…. “Julie began to walk like a first timer at a Halloween Haunted House entrance.

“Closer….. Closer….. For God’s sake Julie give me your hand, you’re like a child!” He was thoroughly exasperated walking toward her to speed things up. She put her hand out then looked away as if someone was transferring a spider onto her palm. He gripped it very firmly; it almost hurt. Than he pulled her forward. Than with a yank she landed on the bed where she adeptly spun around into a regretted sitting position (still feeling her requested wrath). That would be better than offering up her sore ass for his immediate plans.

“Turn over Julie.” He stood over her like an impenetrable force. Perpetual flips in her stomach made her knees unstable. She was grateful not to have to stand. She was paralyzed with fear about exposing her tender behind for his obvious retribution. About twenty ‘oh fucks’ rattled through her brain as if to ward off his directives. Ever so slooowly she turned her naked self over on the bed. And she hated every tormenting second. Pissed off at being so vulnerable to him, she turned her head away from his eyes; he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of boring holes in her eyes. Fear and defiance were dangerous partners wrestling for position in her head.

“If that’s your sign of defiance, I suggest you give it a rest girl.” He grabbed at her robe he’d thrown back on the bed. Her feet were now nervously entwined in the material. It was the only comfort she’d feel for quite some time. He reached down to stop that comforting behavior and snaked out the the robe tie. Julie still refused to look in his direction and he shook his head is disbelief. He placed one end of the tie into the headboard and wrapped it behind then passed it back through the rungs. There was enough hanging through on each side near Julie’s shoulders.

“Look up and grab each end of your bathrobe tie, wrap it around your palms a couple of times. You aren’t allowed to let go, not until I tell you. And if you’re lucky, it will be before your sister and brother get here,” he added just to taunt her. Julie wanted so badly to mumble something unkind. But she knew it would be thee stupidest thing possible. She pushed up on her elbows and found her bathrobe tie. Such a beautiful color and so soft, she tried to distract herself from what was going to happen. Swallowing hard she slowly wrapped the material around her right and finally her left hand. She put her head back down continuing to face the opposite direction of David’s freaky gaze. It was that object permanence thing babies have when they play peek a boo. Out of sight, out of mind. She could be happy in illusion right now.

“I’ve got a lot to say and your not going to like any of it and going to deal with all of it little girl! The first reaction out of you that isn’t a heart felt “yes sir” will be additional punishment. Here’s your first chance, now don’t blow it” his voice heavy with warning knowing she’d in fact “blow it”. Number one, the bachelorette party you planned will become the canoe camping trip combined with us guys. I’m not letting you out of my sight! And believe me it’s going to be a pain in the ass to tolerate Alex, Haley and Jenn all weekend, with you at their helm!” He rolled his eyes and stared at hard. Julie automatically arched her head up like a cobra, her eyes narrowed, completely forgetting the last fifteen seconds that included a warning.

“What!!!” David lit into her with the horribly stingy Lil Deer Spatula that he had teased her with at the mall. She thought it was sexy and funny and cute that night. She stayed her on her elbows pulling on the material like some young sailor feeling the cat o’ nines his first time drunk. Usually he was careful about her reactions. Not today. He managed to give it a sting and thud feel. This took some effort as it was a light weight instrument. She began to make deep guttural noises as if she would roar. David made sure he backed her down. She was trying not to give him any satisfaction seeing her remorseful tears. She was spitting made herself now. And if it weren’t the fact that she knew she was wrong she far below the surface of reaction, she’d be out of control, even to herself.

“Funny I didn’t hear the one thing you’re allowed to say. Alright, moving on. Number two, you can drink a toast with champagne at our wedding reception but that's it. No other alcohol.” The air shrieked inside her in shock. He landed another half dozen commanding reminders and she howled like a jungle animal. Undeterred by her behavior he continued. “Number three, each day you will write a journal about your behavior and attitude. We will review it each Friday and each Friday you’ll get spanked just because.” The cobra reappeared.

“What if I’ve….” David just stared and Julie stopped and flinched waiting for the blows to commence. About to say ‘what if all I want to write is ‘Go Fuck Yourself’? She stopped knowing that could get her ass in serious trouble.

“Oh so you do have the ability to catch yourself. Impressive, but too late today, young lady.” His verbal delivery remained steadfast and timely with the physical. SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Julie was totally unable to keep herself from crying, but she did so silently. The severity of his dictates were too overwhelming to allow her the necessity of control. Not that she had much to begin with! She wriggled side to side trying to avoid his spanking. She tried to move herself completely off the bed, but kept a death grip on the bathrobe tie.

“Get back over here NOW!!!” Tension waivered just a little as she obediently scooted herself back toward him. She felt broken unto him. Hurting still from last night she very slowly put her head into the pillow and the tears fell puddling almost immediately at the base of her nose threatening to drown her. Which was ironic because she wanted to disappear anyway. Her fists automatically balled while gripping the tie with vengeance. She wanted to break the wooden headboard. Her shoulder’s, less defined this summer from more school work than landscaping, showed her tanned muscles moving. It was the obvious sign to him that she was silently crying. She moved her head to a dry spot on the pillow. Opening her mouth, the only place from which to breathe, her lips were covered in saliva. And she felt small and out of control.

“Now you’re getting spanked with the bath brush. Go get it” She heard the words from a distant part of her brain and pictured dark granite with green in it. Dying to leave the bed but never return, she walked away very slowly rubbing her inflamed butt which texture wise was all bumpy and terribly sore. And there was more to come. Knees totally buckling she held onto the side of the tile shower where it hung as a daily reminder that she was one of the lucky girls who got spanked by her man. Not lucky, not today. She took what she hoped was a deep breath reaching for the dreaded fucking brush and uncontrollably she triple sighed from crying so hard. It was some twenty steps round trip. The time she chose to take returning was ridiculously exaggerated and obviously defiant. And in total contradiction she was holding the brush in her hand vowing to live up to standards she never possessed. If he thought she could survive the bath brush, maybe she could. You see, he never misjudged her, was never unfair. Handing it to him was soooo hard she almost played tug a war with it. Taking her chin in his other hand, he forced her eyes to look at him. Those beautiful pools of almost aqua green began to water and spill over her cheeks giving them a sleek look contrasting to her unruly hair. He’d seen those sad eyes twice before, last night and at the beach. He was getting immune. Any spanking now would have to go way beyond the moment in its impact. There was too much at stake. Any lack of control she showed would be transferred to him.

“Good girl now bend over the bed, I want to get this over with so we can enjoy the results.”
“You will explain to me why your getting this punishment and just to hint, my dear, I expect it to be peppered with lots of ‘yes sirs.’”

“I…. “ WHOMP! “Ouch!!! OK OK Yes Sir, I am …. am …. Being…. Spanked,” uttering a pathetically breathy sigh she went on “ because you told me last night not to sleep in or be caught sleeping on my stomach…….…….Sir” Barely audible and dragging out her words like her recent steps, he tossed the brush up through his right hand to regrip it before applying it with vigor once again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! He almost yelled. “Why” Whomp “Must” Whack “You be” Whack “So Whack “Stubborn” Whomp “and Forgetful” SMACK!!! She jumped all over the bed and grabbed at the duvet like it could crumble under her grip.

“I don’t know!” she howled honestly. And she threw her hands back to protect herself, taking the covers with her. Watching her from above he patiently waited. She was on the edge and pushing her to excess was unwise. There needed to be the balance on the edge of where she thought she couldn’t walk, but in fact could, respecting his ultimate authority. Just a few seconds more to wait for the beginning of the end. Slowly, very slowly she sniffed and she coughed a little cough and she began to move her hands off her ass and next to her shoulders. Her head toward the door, she wanted go ignore her feeling of being turned inside out. Bringing her hand into her mouth while clutching the blanket, she put her middle knuckle beside her lips and shook her head. She was ready. He was relieved that his Julie was capable of offering herself in light of his blatant control.

“I’m sorry Sir” she hoped he would accept and understand this breach of etiquette.

The ten were given with the intent she would cooperate on the brink of refusal. She felt each one alternated on each cheek. It was terrible and she began to beg him to stop in low pleading tones barely audible over the sound of the heavy CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Upon her cherry red skin. She’d never be able to sit on the hard lawn furniture. Spanking her felt just right this time. Julie would come around because of his consistency. She chose to submit herself this afternoon regarding the spanking. Amazing, absolutely amazing! He traded the brush for the lotion and it felt like ice cream spread upon her cheeks. He was pleased with the emanating heat. Hopefully the memory of this would bring her around to acting the adult he knew was imprisoned inside. It was the adult he wanted to marry in two weeks. Just two more spankings until them. He’d be sure they would count!

David joined her on the bed. He pulled her up off the bed and on top of him. She was like a Raggedy Julie Doll. She clung to his chest. Her hand still near her mouth. Her other hand on his chest. She leaned on him like a wall of strength. He was her forever and she desperately hoped two things: 1) She could move normally when her sister and brother arrived with their significant others and 2) She could remember how her ass felt now. Because David was sure to have her make calls to her bridesmaids in front of him. It would be important that she presented the changes like it was good thing.

After this spanking, she felt like a missile traveling through a lighted tunnel. She looked up beyond the ceiling thinking of being fireworks that spread through the sky. That was her true nature. He would never change her but he might be able to keep her from being on the Cops show over the next two weeks!!


~~~oo0oo~~~


Kaylynn thanks!! I love getting into a story where we can continue to know what is going on. More chapters please!!

Now I do want to ask my readers again to think about contributing to Fantasy Friday. Come on, that spanking story that is in your head deserves a chance to be read. Please send any stories you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Don't forget to tell Kaylynn your thought on her latest story.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Can you guess what today is?















Happy 21st Birthday LJ!

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

D-Day ands diet update

It's gratitude Tuesday. Here are a few of my D's in no particular order.

Doctors – I may not be thrilled when I have to go to one but I sure am glad they found the medicine to help my hands. Doctors have been there to help many of my friends over the past few weeks and I hope they continue to help them.

Dogs – I do love dogs. I have a Golden Retriever. He is very old now. Looking at his face he looks more like a Gray Retriever but he is a sweet, when he isn’t a thief. At night he tends to carry things out the dog door and sleep with them outside. Some of he booty has included shoes, sweaters, books, a DVD case, a box of Kleenex, a bag of hamburger buns (he did eat those), Mollies pocket book or book bag and once, my bra.

Daughters – It doesn’t get any better than daughters. Mollie is beautiful, funny, and smart. My adorable baby girl has grown up to be my friend.

Discipline – Such a tricky thing. I love it when Nick uses discipline in our marriage. But mostly I love the fact that I possess self discipline. I am proud of the way I handle myself.

Dad – Nick is a wonderful dad to our two kids but the best dad in the world was my dad! He loved my mother; he loved my sister and me. He loved to tease, he loved to travel, he loved to teach the teen Sunday school class when I was growing up. I remember him cussing twice, both times someone had done something to hurt my mom and Dad got mad enough to say ‘damn’! That was a rough as his language ever got. Dad was as good as it gets!

David – I love my friend David – and Mthc doesn’t seem to mind. He has been a supportive, wonderful brother to me and I want him well and home and healthy and happy!


Diet update:

You will notice that I didn’t include ‘diet’ on my gratitude list. It’s not that I am not happy that I’ve lost some weight but I still don’t like to diet. This was a strange week. I was up a little last week and got my butt spanked with the darn brush. So I tried this week – I really did. I went to the gym five times this week and did not over eat! But Friday morning those screwy scales had it in for me! It showed me up 1.2 pounds from the week before! I was pissed. In the kitchen Nick asked me what the scales had said. My response was ‘I don’t want to talk about it’. He knew I had worked hard so he said “I guess I can give you until tomorrow morning. You can re-weigh then.”

I gave it my best effort that day but over a pound – come on! I went to the gym that afternoon and had a small sandwich for supper. Up the next morning – took a deep breathe (let it out) and stepped on the scales. Down 1.8 from the day before and down .6 from the week before. I am telling you the scales are screwy but I’ll take them when they are in my favor.

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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Owwwwwww... and not the good kind!


Short post today. I’m having a little problem my hand this weekend. One hand is just not working like it should and it is hurting like hell! I have a little problem with arthritis but it rarely flares up this bad. I have some medicine that will take care of it when it gets like this and I’ll start taking it now. I am trying to limit my typing, and that’s a little like weaning myself off oxygen. I am sure I’ll be here for Gratitude Tuesday.

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Friday, February 20, 2009

Fantasy Friday - Love Notes

Let's hear it for Fridays!!! We have reached another one. Today's Fantasy Friday is a hot one. Maybe I should have posted it Monday instead - it might have inspired our significant others and our work week would have been more interesting. Please enjoy...


Love Notes

Working in an office can be tedious. Sitting at my desk all day concentrating on spreadsheets, budgets and financial analysis is challenging, but not particularly emotionally engaging. Don’t get me wrong, we laugh and have fun at work. Okay, so maybe the average person doesn’t find far-fetched excuses for exceeding budget targets funny, but we have to get our entertainment some way.

There I sat. Pouring over my numbers, analyzing, rationalizing, and trying to get the damn computer to cooperate with me and give me the data the way I wanted it. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration as the email notification popped up in the corner of the monitor. I noticed my husband’s name as the email notice faded to the background. Hmm, I thought. Josh doesn’t usually email me during the day. When he needs something, he usually calls.

*****
From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:35 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: meeting

Blake has jujitsu tonight. I'm feeling good. I want to try to get together tonight.

Josh

*****

Blake is our teenaged son and I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to get that “meeting” was a euphemism for a little grown-up fun. This was an interesting twist in my normally uneventful day. Knowing Josh, the “meeting” would be a little spicier than the average accountant might indulge in. We had been into consensual spanking for a number of years. Either for fun or discipline, he would make sure my backside was well attended to.

Intrigued, I put together a reply.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:36 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Oh? Are you going to make it worth my while?

*****

Snickering to myself, I sent off the email I knew would get his attention.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:39 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Oh! I am now. I know how to deal with brats.

*****
His reply came back pretty fast. I’ve got him on the hook now! I thought. Let’s turn up the intensity a little. With a grin, I shot off an answer.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:40 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Hmm. It seemed like last time you just wanted to get done with the naughty stuff and get to the sex…

*****

I didn’t get another email right away, so I tried to pick up my work where I left off. Fanning my face a little, I dove back into to my data and started shaping my report for senior management.

Although we had been married for over twenty years, Josh and I hadn’t played this type of game at work before. I value my reputation and hesitate to risk my executive title for a few silly games. But I was having fun today.

Just as I settled in to my task another email appeared.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:47 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You must be in the mood for something severe because you are sure asking for it. I am going to have to redeem my male ego and you are the one that's going to suffer. It sounds like a dare and I don't back down. I will win. You will be sorry.

*****

Oh my! Suddenly my pulse was racing. I knew he was only part serious and part playing. But this kind of talk was dropping me into submissive mode. Despite the flutter in my stomach, I had to add a little fuel to the fire.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:48 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

That’s starting to get my heart going.

We’ll see if you can handle me…

*****

I sent the email off smugly. Let’s see how he handles that!

At this point, I was pretty distracted. I looked at my screen with unseeing eyes and fantasized about what awaited me at home. Tapping the keyboard half-heartedly, I shuffled through some of my junk email to kill time.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

I plan to have you well in hand. You'll be begging and pleading. We'll see if you can handle me tonight.

*****

Okay, that got me breathing heavy. I wanted to be titillated. Forget about professionalism, I was horny! Looking for a little email sex, I asked for more.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Tell me what you’re going to do.

*****

While I waited for his reply, I was completely useless to the company. It seemed I was officially taking my morning break, because there was definitely no work being done. My head was filled with amorous thoughts and my body was starting to tingle in places that are not supposed to tingle at work.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Punish you until I hear true submission and acceptance. I want to hear in your voice and body that you belong to me. I want you to beg for release. I want you to beg for relief and then beg for more. I will leave reminders that will sting every time you sit. I will take you in whatever way I want and you will do so without question. You will be dominated in body and mind.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:06 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

How will you punish me? What if I fight you?

*****

Wow. I blew out a breath and tried to calm myself. Trembling hands reached for the keyboard when the phone rang. It took a couple of rings to clear my head and then I picked up the phone and greeted the caller.

“I had to go to the other office.” It was Josh, his voice husky.

Swallowing, I tried to think of something witty to say. Although words rarely fail me, I’m not great at expressing my sexual feelings out loud. “I not good at talking about this stuff.” There was an apologetic note in my voice. “I’m much better writing about my feelings, then saying them.”

“I know.” Josh was not deterred. “I had no choice, I’m in the car.” He paused. “Are you in your office?”

“Yes.”

“Close the door and touch yourself,” he ordered.

“What?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that here. My God. There’s not even a lock on the door.” I lowered my voice and stated the obvious. “I’m at work.”

“I know.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “You’re behind a desk. Close the door and rub yourself over your pants.”

“Just a minute.” I put him on hold and shut my door. Rubbing my shaking hands together, I picked up the line. “Okay.”

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low.

I ran my hand over my slacks tentatively.

“Put your hand in your pants and under your panties. Touch your clit.” He was calm but firm.

My voice was breathy. “Okay.” I rubbed myself slowly, picturing his hands on my body.

“You’re very naughty today,” he scolded gently. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking. I’ll take care of that tonight. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.” I was falling into subspace. Touching myself in my office at my husband’s command, pushed me over the edge. I was transformed from the tough executive, to the submissive wife in the course of fifteen minutes. Desperately trying to think, I wanted to give Josh some feedback. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

I pictured him stroking himself as he drove. My fingers moved faster as my passion built. My mind was drifting further away and the sensations in my body were taking over. Heat built in my center as I listened to him direct my actions. He described what he would do to me that night and my breath caught. “May I come?” I panted.

“No, you will wait until I give permission.”

Oh God. I loved and hated this game. “Please, may I come?” I pleaded.

“No. Wait until tonight.”

“I can’t take it. May I stop touching myself?” I whined.

“Yes, you may. But I expect you to be ready for me tonight.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, I will,” I said snickering. And I meant it.

I received one more email that afternoon. I guess he decided to answer my earlier email asking what he would do if I fought him.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You will take down your pants and panties and bend over the stool. If you resist, I will grab you by the hair and put you over the stool. I will tie your hands and feet so you can't move. I will leave you in that position exposed so I can stare at you for as long as I want. When I feel you are ready for punishment, I will remove my belt and whip you until you beg me to stop. I will move you to the bed and cane you from your ass to your knees. You will be a good girl when I get done with you. I will teach you a lesson for fighting me.

*****

Do you think I got what I needed that night? You bet I did and I was a sore but contented girl the next day.


~~~oo0oo~~~




.... sorry, I was taking a cold shower! Would you like to know who wrote it? The author of this wonderful story is Jess. Well I should say Jess and her husband since these are the actual emails they shared. So a big thanks to both of them! Jess has written for us before and if you would like to see more of her work check out these stories 'I Can't Cry', 'Safe Word', 'The long Day' and 'The Game'.

You can see Jess has worked hard to entertain us. Let her know what you think of her story! And I hope that it you have something to contribute story wise you will send it on. I am always grateful for each person who takes the time to write for us and shares it with the rest of us. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Kangaroos make me cry

Update: Many of you have emailed and asked how David is doing. He is still in the hospital. Some things are improving but he is still having some problems. I know that they can still use our prayers.


A long, long time ago when Mollie was just a little thing she could never pass a gum ball machine/toy machine. When she was with her grandparents she never had to. All she had to do was say ‘Please Granddaddy’ and she had a quarter in her hand. Once when she and my dad were out alone the quarter bought her a little kangaroo no more that ¾ of an inch high. She played with it that afternoon but before she left their house Granddaddy had a request.

He told her “Mollie, I sometimes have trouble finding my car in parking lots these days.” He was at the very beginning of his fight with Parkinson Disease and dementia but we could already see some changes – having to look for his car was one of them. So he said to Mollie “If you would loan me your kangaroo I’ll stick him on my dash and then I’ll know it’s my car.”

Mollie doted on Granddaddy as much as he doted on her so she thought that was a fine idea and together they glue the little thing to the dash. Over the next few months he would tell Mollie that the kangaroo was very helpful in finding his car and he added “Sometimes he helps me find my way home.” Within a few years, however, dad had to give up driving. But when we took him out he would still find the car by looking for the kangaroo.

Four years ago when Mollie was 12 Dad passed away. My niece bought his car. After the deal was made Mollie said, “I want the kangaroo back. I loaned that to Granddaddy but it’s mine.” No one, including me, paid much attention to her but she kept persisting. I finally told my sister, “When you get ready to trade that car, get that kangaroo out. Mollie insists it’s hers.”

In the fall of 2007 my niece got a new car. She told Mollie that she got the kangaroo for her but she couldn’t find at the moment. She was sure it and that it would turn up eventually. Knowing that basically meant it was gone for good Mollie was upset, but what are you going to do? As it turned out her cousin was just messing with her and that Christmas Mollie receiver the little toy back. She was thrilled but I figured that was the last time it would ever be seen. Mollie inherited all her house keeping skills from me! I figured once that ¾ inch, little toy disappeared into the garbage dump she calls a room that was it! Gone forever!!

I was wrong. It’s had been 14 months since she had it back in her hands but it hadn’t vanished into her room. I saw it again the other day. Mollie and I were headed to town for some shopping and she wanted to drive. As I slide into her car something caught my eye. There sat the little kangaroo, bleached completely white by the sun, glued to the dash of her car. She saw me looking at it and grinned, “Sometimes,” she said “he helps me find my way home.”

Yep, kangaroos make me cry.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

NOW it's Tuesday!

Today is Gratitude Tuesday – I think we are up to C.




Closets – I am glad I have one and I am glad I got to come out of my spanko closet.



Cats – we have two now. I love them. But the cat I had when I was in college was one of the greatest loves of my life!!



Cheeseburgers – I don’t eat them a lot any more but once and a while a nice juicy cheeseburger just hits the spot.



Crops – ours is blue and it is a very nice addition to our toy box. I am not putting canes on my list however. Just don’t think that is something I would be grateful for.



Coffee – I don’t drink it myself but my twin would be a so sad if there wasn’t any!


Cookies, cakes, candy, cupcakes, cream puffs, crème brulee, chocolate, custard, caramel … **see diet update below.



And really what kind of blogger would I be if I didn’t mention …
Computers!!! – My friends live in my computer. I guess that really says it all.

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** Now about that diet update. Things aren’t going as well there as they were. Seems like when my world crashed down around my ears I stop eating. When thing get better it’s not as easy to ignore snacks. I like feeling better but I don’t want that to sabotage my progress. I was up just a little this week but it was over the two pound limit from my lowest posted weight that I stupidly suggested. So that was the part of the other day I didn’t tell you about yesterday.

When Nick had me all tied up he asked me about the weight. He already knew – I had told him that morning but I had gotten my numbers a little mixed up and he asked me if I had checked them and I had and yes, I was over the limit.

So he got out the stupid, hateful hairbrush. I got 10 hard licks with that awful thing and I thought he was through with it. But no! After a little rubbing he got on the bed and straddled me facing my feet and let fly with that brush!

Okay! Enough said, I have to get the weight down below that current magic line! I know how to do it now. I just have to do it!! The gym is pretty consistent I just have to make sure the extra snacking STOPS!

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Monday, February 16, 2009

More Spanking Needed

Here is an update on David's condition.

This is what I got from Mthc a little while ago.

David's a little better but not much..his bp was 179 over something when we left..lower but still way to high. His sugar is way to high as well and they are having trouble getting it under control so he's taking insulin . His kidneys are having problems ... They have changed and added medicines too. His blood pressure is what is probably causing the headaches. Please keep them in your prayers


More spanking needed

You know what a good girl I am. That’s always been my problem as a spanko – I am so darn perfect there is never any reason for Nick to spank me. Okay I guess that not completely accurate but as I’ve written before, Nick and I simply get along and the things we do just don’t really irritate the other. But even though I am not a true brat by nature sometimes I have to push the envelope just a bit.

I feel I haven’t been getting enough spanking lately. So I began teasing Nick a little. He would complain about the clothes I leave at the foot of the bed to which I would answer with a grin “I figured it didn’t bother you or you would have done something about it.”

The next day he asked me to stop popping my gum and blowing bubbles as I played on the computer – it was irritating him. I just looked him and shrugged, and didn’t stop.

The next thing was the other morning as I was pawing through my laundry that I hadn’t put away. Nick said “That would have been easier if you had put your stuff away last night.” I ignored him and after a few minutes grinned and said “Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

“That” he said “is your problem. You don’t listen.”

“No” I told him “my problem is that you don’t make me listen!”

Can you see that I really wanted a spanking!! My worse problem is timing. I forgot that Mollie was going to be gone all evening skiing. I mean wanting a spanking and smarting off to your husband when you are actually going to have privacy to get one are two different things!

This morning I got the following email from him –

Whether you want it or not, we will see! You have been a little bratty lately, and have seemed to wish to lay the blame for your misdeeds on me. Do you think that was the wisest response?

Hmmmm…

So fast forward until shortly after Mollie headed off to ski and Nick asked me to join him in the bedroom. I walked in to find the blindfold on the bed. I put it on and laid back. I haven’t been spanked enough lately to identify everything (that might get me another one) but he did start a nice warm up over my jeans.

The warn up wasn’t too long. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. Next came the panties. I was nestling down when I heard Velcro and knew he had brought out the cuffs. I really like my cuffs! He has added rope on them so my hands were cuffed and tide to each corner of the head of the bed. Sigh… that feels so nice. But I quickly realized he wasn’t finished. Using his 2 of his ties he proceeded to tie my ankles to the other two corners of the bed. He hadn’t done that before and it was such a delicious feeling to be able to pull against the restraint and know I wasn’t going anywhere!

The spanking ramped up a little then. He did a fine job with our leather paddle and then he started popping me hard with the OCW – now that thing stings! But that was nothing compared to what came next. It was a good thing I was restrained when I felt a hellish implement whack my butt a half dozen times. Owwwwww… WTF!!!!

I jerked my head around to check out what the hell it was – but of course I was blindfolded. Nick casually said “Bet you’re glad you brought that home from school aren’t you?” Good grief! A friend retired after teaching for nearly 40 years and left behind the paddle she had used in the old days. Rather than see this antique thrown away I brought it home. It definitely should have been thrown away!!!

While my bottom blazed from that last assault Nick said “Just relax, I’ll be back.” I really like being left in my thought sometimes, I could pull against the restraints and my butt was still throbbing. Oh and before he left he used some cream I have. I got it at one of those sex toy parties I went to long ago. It’s called Exscream!! And it if HOT! He rubbed that on my tinder bits and wow! It does keep your mind focused on certain areas of your body!!

When he came back he pressed an ice cold beer can to my rear – a shock but boy if felt good. He quickly got back to work with several more implements as well as some skillful playing with a plug. He spanked some more and rubbed some more and then got the small vibrator out for even more fun.

This was some afternoon I have to tell you! There was oral entertainment for all and finally the HMW made its way into the play. It is so wonderful to have hours to ourselves, no worry about kids popping in on us, just hours to enjoy ourselves. I recommend it!

So was this ‘punishment’ for my bratty behavior? Not exactly! But husbands can handle things the way they want to. When a kid acts up for attention you have two choices. You can punish them if it is totally uncalled for or if you agree that they haven’t really had all they need you can just give them positive attention. All I know is that Nick has a very happy wife.

If I could ask for one more thing in our spanking life it would be more short intense spanking. Mollie leaves before I do it the morning – just by a few minutes. If he wasn’t happy with the laundry situation or clothes on the floor or anything else that was bothering him – a dozen or so well placed swats (wooden spoon, belt, whatever) to send me of with a tingling butt and the desire to do what he wants me to when I get home. Now that would be icing on the cake!!!

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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Mthc and David

Update on David:
This is what I got from Mthc a little while ago.

David's a little better but not much..his bp was 179 over something when we left..lower but still way to high. His sugar is way to high as well and they are having trouble getting it under control so he's taking insulin. His kidneys are having problems ... They have changed and added medicines too. His blood pressure is what is probably causing the headaches.



I want to let you know about our friends Mthc and David. They don’t have their own blog – wish they did, but they do their reading out here they are loyal commenters and true spankos.

David hasn’t been feeling well for a while now. He has had problems with kidney failure and has had a stroke in the past. He has been having severe headaches. This morning they think he had another stroke or several small ones. They are having a hard time trying to regulate his blood pressure. It’s extremely high and the headache is very, very bad. He is on morphine now and they are moving him to the ICU soon. Mthc has been texting from the hospital. They both need our thoughts and prayers. This is a hard time for them. I asked Mthc if I could let you all know and she said it was alright. I’ll try to keep you posted.

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Friday, February 13, 2009

Fantasy Friday - Luckless and Irish

Take a deep breath! Relax - it's Friday and we have survived the week. A lot of this week has been pretty nice weather in some places that needed a bit of warmth. Now this story can continue that trend, and moves right on into hot!! This is another continued story. We first met Julie and Dave in Kaylyn wonderful story "On Julie's Beach with a Paddle" If you haven't had a chance to read that go back and catch it now. But Julie hasn't quite become the perfect girl yet. Dave still has a bit of work to!


Please enjoy ....

Luckless and Irish

It was Saturday, August 30, 2008 Julie noted that on that day, lots of things should come with disclaimers. For instance, she thought she should’ve come with one. It would’ve made things so much simpler when David asked her to explain her behavior. He really didn’t need an answer. He just found it amusing for her to have to come up with something that sounded remotely intelligent. And she was always animated when he demanded she respond.

Somewhere in the back of her Irish whiskey soaked head full of thick auburn hair, she must have remembered that this particular occasion warranted her first ever requested discipline spanking. She had bought herself a decorative plaque that said “Lead me not into temptation, I can find it all by myself”. So what the fuck had she been thinking asking for it? So she thought long and hard before responding to his question which was “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” The fact that Julie was mentally emerging from her tipsy thoughts and not paying attention to the conversation with his brother Jeff, made the moment almost entertaining for David.

Per usual Julie had walked right into her own trap. She had definitely overindulged. Seeing her now, he realized he should’ve gone with her to the ‘Almost Half way to St. Patrick’s Day’. But damn it all, he had had work to do from the office. Julie was supposedly safely tucked away for the day with Jeff and the rest of the motley crew. He could get work done without her constant distractions and antics. He had just finished with work and was into the Mets and Marlin’s game when Frick and Frack showed up upsetting his chance to relax and catch some baseball.

He knew this was her last hurrah (typical Julie excuse) before: 1) her new job started, 2) the bachelorette party and 3) their wedding (what was he getting himself (back) into). While he would have paced himself this weekend and taken it easy, it was obvious that she felt she owed herself the chance to kill all her brain cells before her teaching job began. She started on Tuesday after Labor Day at the huge Catholic High School for boys, St Josephs. She was hired at the last minute when someone went on maternity leave. And she thought all teachers’ kids were born in June!

She was thrilled, wanting in the door so badly. For some reason, she loved school. David understood her not wanting to return to the landscaping job in the winter. But she also insisted on a break from college, although she needed her masters. She had threatened David that she’d volunteer this school year as an assistant if nothing came up. David had given her his infamous raised eyebrow and verbally chastised her for the very thought.

“Damn it Julie, your time’s worthy money! What do you mean volunteer? Do you want to have people taking advantage of your hard earned education?”

He saw her determination to get that job which would offer her esteem, social support, and a decent enough paycheck. She’d have to stop swearing like a sailor he’d reminded her at least five times a day!

Chaos ensued after her parent’s death when she was twelve. Her three older sophomoric brothers went ballistic with freedom while her oldest sister Alex took to caring for her family. Carrie the middle daughter went off the deep end, leaving school and the family to find herself in California. So it came with practice, that Julie coveted the order that the school environment provided. That first day of school delivered without fail the clean desks, the long chalk pieces, the freshly waxed floors, and hope. Lot’s of hope was what she needed right now drifting back to David’s question. It sounded just like school “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” was heard in memory. For some strange reason it was that PeeWee Herman voice pretending to be a child imitating an adult, that delivered David’s words.

She’d been asked that type of question too many times when she was a student. She was always being a smart ass. Her wit would just come so fast that she couldn’t stop it. The reward was that the class and teachers would laugh. Therefore her behavior was never extinguished. One time she actually planned the delivery of a great line. She was a perfect fit for the debate club, she volunteered for the argument advocating the legalization of prostitution. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. She’d thought long and hard during the week for the perfect phrase. She knew she shouldn’t say it. But was asked to explain it. She felt the same today. Land-mine walking was just as precarious the day she said, “You know… they could even advertise ‘Our girls are DFD!’ “. “Would you like to explain that Julie?” Mr. Huffman seemed impatient to the max that day. He was generally tolerant of her, this being a liberal college town public high school. It was the very reason she had previously attended the Catholic schools before her parent’s death.

“Well Mr. Huffman,” she was in full fledged coy mode, “DFD would stand for Disease Free and Delicious,” Julie’s tone was intended to sound so matter of fact that the debate team and some extra kids watching the racy debate, began to laugh so loudly the janitor popped his head in to check it out. He rolled his eyes when he saw Julie’s serious expression of feigned honesty and everyone else’s hilarity. Her eyes glittered at Mr. Huffman who was pissed. Maybe because he wasn’t supposed to laugh. And too soon Julie, a teacher herself in three short days would have to feign maturity.

But in her ‘land of excuses’ she would’ve been fine if she had eaten that day. Things just went down hill too fast. Just a minute ago she was just jamming to the Drop Kick Murphys in the car with Jeff. Now she was staring at David’s buzz harshing expression. But she had to admit that he was a lot less intimidating than the sheriff who was in her face and yelling at her that she was drunk and had no place being there. Was he fucking kidding her? She was at an Irish event for Christ’s sake. All she did was wander down to the grass and sit down. OK she’d been leaning on the fence in the front row watching the band when standing was just too much effort. So she thought she should sit down. It was grass, not a glass table top with dignitaries underneath! And then as if the night was too boring for the Sheriffs at Nottingham, four of them descended on her and were furious all because she had sat down in a small crowd.

It was small compared to Mardi Gras – that was her standard for not sitting when drunk in a crowd. So Jeff who had been talking to some friends had to rescue her and escort her off the grounds. “What did you do to get them riled up Julie? You are lucky young lady that we would only had to leave a half hour early, or I’d kick your ass! Damn it Julie you shouldda eatin’ somethin’!! I was doing you a favor today driving your sorry ass and this is how you pay me back!” Jeez, the McConnell men could be a bunch of grumpy assholes sometimes, she thought as Jeff had her by the upper arm and was snaking her through the crowd like some misbehaved child at church.

Jeff enjoyed watching his brother have to handle an unplanned circumstance. He knew his sister in law was good for that sort of thing, but he was rarely privileged to the front row seats. Jeff held her elbow a little too firmly now as the three of them stood in the kitchen. He must have thought she would fall over, which Julie thought was ridiculous. Jeff hesitated a few seconds longer than necessary to explain her situation. Julie figured he was creating dramatic effect and soaking up the moment so he could later tell his other brothers. ‘The bastard’ she said to herself. They’d all be laughing about this next weekend.

She anxiously noted that David wasn’t even close to laughing now. She got anxious for a nano second and then slipped into wanting to wrench her arm from Jeff. Standing there like a cooperative little prisoner at attention, Julie began to feel tending to her needs. She just wanted food and bed. She actually wanted food in bed, yeah that would be great. Maybe some chips…. Some dip… She could be pretty simple in her needs, just like David’s brothers. They had all been pretty caveman like today swarming around the park listening to all the bands. And those Irish wolfhound puppies were too cute!

Julie had been like one of the guys, before she met David she had worked with three of his five brothers and two of her own. She loved being outdoors doing landscaping. It was hard working with them. At first they judged her by her size. But quickly they came to admire her for her speed and artistic sense when it came to design. She had got them started on waterfalls and ponds back when no one was adventurous enough to rip out rich folks matured backyards. That was over ten years ago and the business was stable even during the crappy financial years. They’d miss her terribly this spring.

Now Jeff, David’s younger brother just shook his head at David saying, “I brought her back from the concert safe and sound and we avoided central lock up.” ‘Thanks for the ubertruth asshole’ she mumbled under her breath. This despite the fact the David was staring directly at her while Jeff was talking to him! Julie was getting pissed and was definitely impatient with both of them. Noting Julie’s lack of humility, David’s eyes shifted from his prey to his brother. David’s jaw twitched ever so slightly. He reached for the remote as if he were reaching for a glass of beer, and then turned off the baseball game. His eyes calmly shifted back over to Julie, but she wasn’t fooled by his slow movements. She was beginning, regretfully, to measure his silence in terms of how it might affect her.

Oh Shit, she completely began to sweat big time because she was going to get it, she knew that. Fuckin’ A! She honestly hadn’t seen that coming. She certainly hadn’t planned for it when she got that temporary tattoo on her lower back that said “**CK ME I’M IRISH”. It seemed so funny at the time. -especially showing it to her older sister Alex, who was almost crazier than she was. Alex was taking a sip of her drink and almost spit it out, she got a stupid look on her face, held up her ‘wait a minute finger’ turned around and produced the same damn one! It was below her neck and under their matching red curly hair. Julie now wished she could hide her tattoo. David hated them and it wouldn’t sit well with him. Or her ‘it wouldn’t sit well with her’. Now that was funny. Except he was no longer staring at her he was talking. I am fucked and I am Irish…. Funny again. Her stomach got quickly tight when she finally stopped herself trying desperately to listen and respond this time. She smoothed her tank top down on her hips drying her hands best she could.

So when David asked Julie again, “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” She wandered back to disclaimers. She could’ve used one on the bottle of Irish whiskey she bought earlier that morning. It was the brand Feckin’. She didn’t understand at the time that the name was the disclaimer. She understood it all too late. The transitory clarity was currently warming to her heart. Her brain was a bit less fuzzy now. She felt David’s stares and wanted some of those mirrored sunglasses she had seen up close and personal earlier tonight while being too close to the Sheriff’s face. She already felt like he had them on because his gaze revealed nothing per usual. She wanted him not to see past her eyes. Now that there was no background TV noise Jeff felt the moment was right to physically guide her over to his brother, which really pissed her off. She tried to stop him with her dirty look; but he didn’t change the direction she was headed in. She could barely respond while Jeff kept trying to move her sideways toward David. Watching the two of them was ridiculous. Jeff was trying to physically hand Julie to him. But he refused to cooperate by moving closer for either of their sakes. David made her physically startled with a sharp “JULIE”. He smiled knowing he’d made Jeff flinch too. Her mouth turned into a downward pouting position. He could tell she was really trying to grasp the moment. Instead he turned to Jeff and said somewhat half heartedly, “So what did you do to her?”

“I’ve been guilty of not force feeding her when she said that food would just ‘kill the buzz’. Sorry to bust you honey, but I did try to get you to eat before you started drinking. I even reminded you again during your drinking if you’ll recall”. Jeff’s traitorous voice sounded quite gentle so Julie tried to understand her culpability. She couldn’t understand his brutal honesty though. The rest was a little hazy as she thought backwards to nasty tones of voice. Next she knew she was in the car and Jeff was trying to give her advice before she got in her house. “Straighten up Jul’s! …..blah blah….. Sorry… blah.... wipe… grin off your… blah”.

She was mentally trying to recount his advice to her, when she heard “something… something… something… go easy on her bro” and with a low chuckle and way too quick departure, Jeff was gone. “Bye Judas”. Her voice wavered. She’d been betrayed – fuck Jeff. She only wished she could remember what advice it was; because Jeff was gone and David had her upper arm rather tightly in his grip. She was about to wrench her arm free and tell him as much. She wasn’t on a cliff for cryin’ out loud! She thought better of it when she saw his expression. Somehow Dave knew she’d provide him the motivation to spank her as she asked him to only a week ago. He happily remembered that Julie had been totally behaved for two whole days after her first punishment spanking. It had given new meaning and motivation to spanking her erotically. But that was sex, this was now.

While guided over to the kitchen island, she focused totally on her footing so he would think she was sober. But while she was doing completely coordinated side steps the next thing she knew he had picked her up and popped her butt down hard on the marble counter top. It stung a bit in her tight jeans and made her a little afraid and a little excited. She watched David pull over a kitchen chair. He stood facing her. She had to bend her neck up to look at him. She didn’t like this “tower of you” thing. She tipped her head watching his wry smile. He placed his hands on the buckle of his belt. He undid the buckle very slowly for dramatic effect. Then to frighten her a bit, he slid it threw the loops with fervent speed doubled it up, and popped it. Julie jumped and her eyes widened. The green was intense he noted. Staring her down he placed the thick leather belt beside her on the island. The less she could predict of him the better. He gripped tightly above her knees then spread her knees far. He sat down calmly in the chair then propped up his legs in between hers. Crossing his legs and his arms, he looked like he had all night long to deal with her. She hadn’t yet registered the vulnerable part of having her knees spread so wide. Mostly she noticed her buzz was totally gone.

With sheer panic she again recalled asking Dave about using discipline spankings, just reminding her that he could…. She didn’t think it was going to be necessary to actually do it. She was always too crazy and scattered. David was always too together. She knew that having David guide their marriage on a deeper level would benefit them both greatly. “Be careful what you wish for,” David had warned that night. Now she starred at the belt touching her left thigh and a forceful wave of nausea hit her gut. When she had talked to David about the dd thing, she obviously hadn’t thought it through; because here she was looking around for an escape route. David was always way too quiet and now it really sucked. There was no getting out of this and she wanted to hear all his thoughts because the silence was ringing painfully in her ears.

Then she heard him speak but he only said “You never answered my first question. Here’s another, if you were in my place what would you do?” This really pissed her off because years ago she had told him that that was a question her parents would ask her when she was about to be spanked. She hated him right now for using her history against her. She decided she was done with this game. End of story. In her arrogant state she put her hands beside her spread knees and was going to attempt to jump down on top of his legs. She’d use them like a slide and then sit in his lap and distract him with a kiss. She’d have to brace her self for such manipulation because right now she was mad. She guessed this because he was so fucking stoic. He didn’t look so kissable she noted. Additionally she realized she being as short as she was, this was tantamount to falling on her brother’s bike bar when she was little. But she was going for it anyway. It appeared to be the only way out of this. This was going to get more gymnastic and dramatic then she had ever envisioned her night becoming.

He watched her body preparing for flight and decided to spin it differently for her sake. It was his essence. “If you’re ready then so am I. We’ll need this first, I insist.” He reached for the belt and she panicked scrambling back into the stove burners trying to do a backward crab walk and noisily knocking the thankfully empty teapot onto the floor. “JULIE settle down and hold out our wrists.” His voice was heavy and required obedience. She disappointed herself by surrendering so quickly. She didn’t even look at him but just did what he said. She had to wait with her arms outstretched while he picked up the teapot, replacing it with a firm slam. She starred at the belt as he put it around her wrists and felt terrified. David stood up not phased at her expression. Wrapping his large hands around her waist, he helped her down from the island. Then he sat back down on the chair. She stood at his right side for a moment. Taking a few moments before he began her first deserved spanking, he brushed her long brown hair from the left side of her face all the way over onto her right shoulder. She finally looked into his eyes hoping for massive sympathy. It was the saddest most pathetic puppy like look he’d ever seen in his life. He never wanted to change her. But she was sorely in need of his guiding hand.

He swallowed hard with resolve. The next sentences had her freaking out as he calmly informed her, “In case you won’t remember some of this tonight, we’ll do it all again tomorrow. Now…. bend over my knee.” His voice was like a steel beam and his lap felt the same. She had been guided to his lap by him holding the belt like a choked up leash. It felt tight around her wrists but she was happy for its current purpose hoping there would be no other purpose for it tonight. He was an obvious mind reader and he barked at her, “Taking your punishment responsibly and I will keep the belt on your wrists. Understand?” She could only nod but he demanded more.

“UNDERSTAND?” What was he waiting for written confirmation? She was a little tied up right now… He could barely contain his fury when he saw the tacky tattoo on her lower back. If it had been positioned any lower, he would have spanked it off her completely! And therefore the first slap to her jean covered bottom was easy to administer while staring at the tacky tattoo. He could barely contain his anger for that idiotic, adolescent trailer trash action. The second smack came quick and much harder. It caught her breath in her throat. Shit! It all came back to her now. This was entirely different from the erotic spankings and she was done, again. She got the visuals of meat slapped on a grill with the loud sizzling and sputtering it made. And then came her third very, very hard smack. She wasn’t going to make it through this. Change of plans, changed my mind, I’m not playin’ anymore. Where’s my ball, I’m going home. This wasn’t sexy, this wasn’t building her character, and this felt too real.

“‘Yes Sir’ is the proper response to my telling you to stay on my lap and still during your spanking. So I expect that right now you will clearly speak those words.” In her defense she only hesitated because she wanted her voice to come out without wavering or cracking. But the truth was evident. She had no clue what discipline spanking was about. Sure there was the first one at the beach. But she’d truly forgotten the pain of sitting on the way home. Stupidly she had asked for this. She wanted to take it all back. And it was way too late. After one and half seconds David threw down another super hard smack. She spurted it out of her mouth as if to defend her butt, “Yyyesssirrr” it sounded like a pathetic kitten mew. His heart was in his throat, but his sense of being obeyed came first. Her delay in responding the proper “yes sir” quickly drove him to lift her from his lap with his left hand and put her between his legs where he began taking off her jeans. She looked over to the side of the kitchen where the refrigerator almost reminded of her the food she so desperately need. But now she could only think about how cool it was inside. Slowly unzipping her jeans, he slipped his thumbs way down into her underwear covering her hips. He lowered them passed her knees, down her gorgeous calves. He and spun her around a quarter turn and bent her back over his left knee. This time her hands were bracing her on the floor. Good, he thought; she’ll need it. She was protesting in slow motion with lots of growling vowel sounds. Thankfully she knew better than to argue or swear right now. He was satisfied with only that for the moment.

“How are you supposed to drink Julie?” David looked at her gorgeous ass. How could this woman make him feel two opposite things simultaneously? She was fucking maddening, that was all he knew right now. And before this wedding, especially before her bachelorette party, he’d make sure she knew she had choices. She could chose to have him spank her ass into better behavior.

“I don’t know what you mean” She got that out really quickly this time. WTF David thought. Only she could be so poised for punishment and be willing to invite more.

“Responsibly Julie, that is what you’re supposed to say” SMACK! SMACK! Her bare skin couldn’t contain the pain and she sucked in air furiously trying desperately not to have him see her panic.

“Yes Sir” She squeaked out trying desperately not to cry. David noted she was just beginning to redden up a bit. He was spanking her much harder than he had ever done before. Whatever sympathy he had left flew from his mind as he watched her cooperating. She knew she deserved every bit of what she’d receive and more.

“Why didn’t you eat when Jeff offered you food?” It felt a bit odd to be starring at her beautiful ass and saying his brother’s name simultaneously. CRACK! Finally she let out a well deserved and furious OOWWW!!!!

“Because I wanted to feel the buzz” She was seething mad and spoke too fast and too honestly. I’m only going to piss him off more and she looked at his belt pressing into her hands while her brown hair spilled on top of her hands. The belt she had starred at so many times while he wore it, needed to stay here on her wrists. She had totally underestimated his enthusiastic undertaking of a discipline spanking.

“What are you feeling now Julie?” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her skin was started to get redder and start to rise up a bit.

“AWWOWWWW, p p painn…… SSSSSir” Her voice was totally cracking now and she fought back tears like she never had before. He was happy to hear the “Sir” at the end of her sentence. Perhaps somewhere in that abyss that represented her mind sometimes, she was getting it.

“And there will be a lot more of that young lady!” SMACK, CRACK, SLAP His hand was slicing through the air and an incredible rate of speed and each time she felt like her ass was well done. She snapped. The pain was too much, her inability to be so submissive was overbearing and she felt her anger emerge like thick spaghetti sauce bowling over onto a slick white stove top.

“DAVID! You bastard! Stop it NOW. You’re killing me!” She used all her strength to try to roll off his leg, which was substantial as this woman slung 30 pound bags over her shoulders daily. Fortunately David could handle anything she thought she could dish out and she remained in position. It was like giving a cat a bath and he needed to make his impact quickly. He just couldn’t believe he had thought she was cooperating.

Then she heard the words that made her feel like she should disappear into a dark well. She froze half turned over on his lap and had to into submission reposition herself. She felt like she was immersed in molasses as she tried to breathe and get back on his very large lap. It wasn’t easy with her hands tied together, but in seconds she’d trade free wrists for another issue.

“Undo that belt from your wrists!” Those directions were delivered with drill sergeant precision and even though she was committing an act that would be to her obvious detriment she wiggled the belt from her wrists within seconds. Balancing with her right hand, she closed her eyes that were spilling tears passed her red cheeks and gently handed it up to him.

“I’m sorry” and she started to cry from the bottom of her painted toes. He had begun to be proud that she was dealing so well and only planned. Originally he was only going to smack her twice with the belt. But that was before she had called him a bastard. He was really doing it because he had watched her as he took it off the thin belts each night after work when he changed out of his suit and into his jeans. But she really seemed to give envious attention to the thick black one he wore with his jeans. That was one she was handing him right now. Her eyes were quite dilated as she tried not to look at him. She had obviously given some thought to how this would feel on her skin. She must have not remembered starring at his belt when she asked him to give her discipline spankings He hadn’t used it during their erotic spanking, at least not yet. He knew it would sound deserving on her skin and she would shudder the next time she watched him remove it from the loops of his jeans. It would really mean something to her now. He doubled it up and pressed his left hand on the small of her back. He recovered his right leg over hers preparing for what they both knew would be yet another level of pain. She was outwardly crying now in fear of what was to come. She even started to pant a little. Afraid she’d hyperventilate he got her to talk.

“Tell me why you’re sorry Julie” as he rested the cool black belt up against her red and rough looking skin. He moved it around a little waiting for her panting to subside.

“Because I should’ve eaten.”

“Sir”

“Sir”

“No Julie!” he sounded exasperated with her. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Because I should’ve eaten Sir’!’ But that’s not the reason you should be giving. Now I’m going to give your bottom a few swats with this belt and I suggest that in between the pain, you come up with an excellent answer to why you are sorry. Trust me there’s plenty more reasons than that unless your mind’s a complete sieve!” He raised the belt up to a little higher than his shoulder level and she came screaming out with,

“I know, I know…. Wait…. Wait don’t hit me with the belt, please, please. I should’ve never asked you to spank me really. I mean spank me seriously. I’ll be good I promise! Oh God, please don’t hit me” And then she waited with her head tucked close to her arms as if fending off the noise from her ears would help alleviate the stinging pain. She knew she’d feel, even though she had just begged him not to continue her spanking.

"Please don’t hit me SIR!’ was what you should’ve said young lady!” and he lowered the belt which sung out its own tune against her virgin backside. The tune Julie sang out was just as emphatic. The duet went on for half a dozen strokes of the belt. CRACK!! Then WHOOSH as he swung it back into her pre wifely position. The stinging felt unbearable. CRACK WHOOSH!!! She began to choke and cry. CRACK WHOOSH!!!!!!!!!! Her hands flew back to protect her seared skin. He gripped her wrists and folded her arms into her back pushing her down at the same time. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and she had to leave but wasn’t going anywhere. CRACK WHOOSH !!!!!!!!! She screamed as if she had energy to spare. CRACK WHOOSH !!!!!!!!!!!! He lifted the belt into the air even higher for the last musical note that would fall upon her skin. With a final CRRAACCKK. David draped the belt over her hips and held it there with his right forearm. His right hand wrapped around the side of her waist. With his left hand he guided her to a standing position using the belt he pulled her into his chest holding her in position while she cried as hard as he could ever remember. He let the belt drop then lifted her into the island sitting her onto the cool marble. It was the closest to heaven as she’d been lately. He lifted her chin and looked into those gorgeous green watery eyes. She was mumbling something with her full lips that he couldn’t quite make out. She pulled her chin away from his hands slowly, buried her face in his shoulder and spoke louder but inaudibly.

“Honey, Julie, I can’t understand a word you’re saying” he sounded so sweet, almost as if he weren’t responsible for making her cry she thought. Then she got mad because she had to repeat herself a third time and didn’t know if she could find her words again. She pulled her face back. Rolling her eyes in an unexpected act of frustration and a little anger, she took a deep sigh that faltered because of all her crying.

He gripped her chin in a semi gentle manner and said, “You are obviously a stubborn learner aren’t you. Tell me you didn’t just roll your eyes! Because you would hate to have to repeat this again tomorrow and Monday. I am right.” Not ‘am I right?’ With him it was always ‘I am right’. And in a strange way it’s what she loved about him. Most all of the times he was right. And it was attractive and annoying. But probably not as annoying as being engaged to her. She would only admit that to herself and her one sister. She wanted some of what he had. Even though her butt hurt like the devil. She began to find her heart in her words when she spoke to him this time.

“David, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve never drunk without eating first. And I know I should never drink so much even, ever.” David wasn’t exactly sure what that meant even though he could make it out. “Even though I feel like I hate you right now I still love you.” Good he thought at least he wasn’t the only one feeling constant emotional diversity. She thought he was thinking he’d like to throw her right back over his knee so she sincerely added, “Next time I won’t be so stupid and I’ll remember right now. Please not tomorrow too. This was enough for forever; trust me I learned so much. I want to be done with discipline spanking. You can just remind me of right now and I’ll never screw up again.” She finally had to reach back and rub her bottom. Pride and determination could only last so long.

“Julie I’ve learned that you were wise to ask for discipline spankings. Because if anybody needs them, it’s you! Now it’s vitamins, food, water and bedtime for you. And I suggest you don’t sleep in’ cause if I catch you sleeping in and on your stomach, which you undoubtedly will, it could go bad for your sore bottom!” He helped her down off the island and kissed her forehead. He brought her a glass of water. “You’re going to wake up early and write an apology for drunkenness, name calling, tattooing. And let’s not forget you’re now an employee of a parochial school – a theoretical example of Godliness and self discipline. He laughed at the absurdity of that, clicked his tongue and pushing her hair off her shoulders he rested his forearms gently on her shoulders. Locking his finger behind her neck he lowered his face to hers waiting for her to say something profound given all that that had just transpired.

“Thank you, but can you bring me my pillow? I think my butt wants to sleep on the island.” She smiled a weary smile hoping she could write something worthy. But mostly she hoped she could keep from calling something worse during tomorrow’s spanking, especially when he demanded to know where she had hid his belt….





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Kaylyn thank you so much for writing us another story! I look forward to hearing more from this couple. I can see that David has his his hands full! I can't wait until the wedding.


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