Nick's Day

In the past few years I think Nick would say we have been very, very happy. I know I have been! But I know he is happy to have gotten rid of his ‘lets just be roommates’ wife and instead had a passionate lover in her place. But let’s face it we are in our 50’s and we have been spanking for going on three years now so we can’t be expected to jump on each other every single time Mollie gives us a free afternoon.

My mind, my thoughts, my fantasies drive my sexual desire. When my mind is consumed with other things I don’t feel very sexy. So lately the libido has not been very strong. It is coming back a little however and I have been think that it was time for another ‘Nick Day’. The other day I sent my honey the following

Admits One
PK's House of Pleasure

You are invited to 'Our House' this Saturday morning anytime after 10:00 AM.
All activities are pre-planned but request are accepted. Dress optional.
RSVP

As you might have expected Nick was willing to take me up on my invitation. I am confident that he enjoyed himself thoroughly (he said it was a good thing he had a free pass because he could never have afforded it!) ! He began in silk boxers and a blindfold. His only requirement was to lay back and take it! Although I enjoyed myself very much – this was Nick’s day. I did everything I could think of to please my man, beginning with a full body massage and ending with a warm sponge bath. I will let you decide what I might have done in between!

Nick is such a quiet, strong presents in my life. We don’t have a DD marriage. At one time I thought I wanted one but I realize now that that is not for us. I think of us as having a ‘spanking relationship’. I would say that 90% of my spankings are just for fun or the erotic pleasure of it. Maybe 6 % is for stress relief or what I call mock discipline - things he may really wish I could work on improving but nothing he is really upset about. He just throws in a little discipline feel because he knows I like it. And then maybe 4 % is actually discipline in nature.

Nick may have been surprised at some of the things he recently found out, but he is just too easy going to be really shocked by anything. I did receive one discipline spanking in the past few weeks but I have to tell you that the reason he gave for this particular spanking really surprised me and made me feel more cared for and loved than ever. This one I have only shared with a few people but his caring was very special to me.

So for my Nick, PK’s House of Pleasure will always be opened. If any of you would be willing to share the special things you do for your guy (or guys if you would like to share what you would really like your lady to do) maybe I can tuck these ideas away for Nick’s next special day!

BTW, looking at these two pictures which do you think looks more like the 'real' me?? Yeah, I was afraid you would pick that one! LOL!

Fantasy Friday - Letter to my husband

Happy Friday everyone. I know some of you have had to weather some nasty storms this week. I hope this Fantasy will help to warm you up just a bit. You know this author and read her words often. She is one of our fellow bloggers so you will be able to go back and read even more of her work. So we made it, it's Friday and we have a story. What could be better! Enjoy...

Letter to my Husband

November 30, 2009

Dearest P,

I want you to spank me - send a note telling me how I should be at the office, in the meeting room, and in position by 4.00pm bent over the conference table ready, I mustn’t move. You won’t arrive at that time. Tell me what I must wear, that you've left clothes on the bed, the black luxury silk underwear and stockings you recently bought, the 3 inch high heels that you love me to parade in front of you, the earrings that you say are like my eyes, deep blue, the smart cashmere business suit with the tight fitting skirt that accentuates my bottom. Tell me I'm to bring the strap, the black leather one you made for me, and the red silk scarf, and place them on the table.

3.30 I'll pull my silk pants over my freshly showered bottom, I'll shiver with anticipation and excitement, stockings, heels, the suit, the earrings, perfume nothing too strong, nearly ready for you, god I'll feel sexy. The strap, I'll take it from your drawer and put it in my handbag along with the scarf.

3.45 I'll get in the car, only a short drive to the office.

4.00 I'll place the strap and the scarf on the table as instructed and be in position bent over the conference table ready waiting just waiting. I'll be still.

4.15 You won't have arrived. My body perspiring lightly, my heart beating so loud I will hear it. My black silk panties damp from the moisture between my legs, I’ll want so much to slip my hand down into my panties and feel my desire, stoke it, thinking of you, but still I will not move.

4.20 You won’t have arrived. I’d hear people in the street outside talking, laughing, doors shutting, dogs barking, a shiver runs through my body every time I hear footsteps approach, my palms sweaty from holding the table, my legs tired. I'll think you aren’t coming, my heart will be sad, upset, I will feel foolish, angry even.

Then you’ll come, I won't see you but I'll know it's you, your key in the door, your footsteps, I'll feel your presence behind me, you wont speak to me yet.

You'll touch my face, my hair, run your fingers down my back over the swell of my bottom, linger lightly there, I'll be shivering and trembling from your touch, my legs weak, I’ll hold the table tighter, I'll be moaning, Oh how I'll want your hand between my legs to take the ache away. But you won't take the ache away.

I’ll hear you pick something up and I know it’s the strap; you’ll put it in your pocket. You’ll take my hands and bind them lightly with the scarf, stretched out above my head; I know not to move them. You'll put your knee between my legs, move them a little further apart until they're just so. I'll let a low moan escape me, I can't help it, I want.

Your hand circles my bottom, I’ll want to turn around but I won’t. Your hands then shimmy my skirt up to my hips, pull my panties aside and I feel your fingers teasing, probing, exploring, my wetness. I’ll want to feel you inside me so so very much. I'll move my bottom to meet your hand to get every inch of contact with you. You swat me; I know I'm to keep keep still.
You still won't speak.

Your hands raise my skirt fully up to my waist, which you hold firmly with your left hand, I know what that means. I feel your right hand caressing the fleshy mounds of my bottom through the flimsy silk of my pants, trailing lightly between the cheeks briefly touching the flesh where cheek meets thigh, and then your hand is raised and there's a whoosh of air as it crashes down hard against my right cheek, followed swiftly by the left, you repeat, build a steady cadence, it stings, makes me gasp. I clench involuntarily as the blows land but quickly relax again to plump out my flesh, make it attractive to you, to do with as you will. You'll notice these things.

When my little mms and ahhs start to become longer lower moans you'll stop. My bottom flesh is alive. All my senses are alert, I'm receptive to the slightest touch, a wisp of air as you move position, your thumbs as they smoothly hook the waistband of my panties, draw them slowly over my hips, my reddened cheeks, to rest at the tops of my stockings. I want to touch myself, I can't my wrists are tied, I wiggle my heated bottom, I'm trying to feel the table against my pussy, I can't, I moan and wiggle harder, I think it must look very lewd my red bottom framed by my stocking tops and suspender, writhing with such obvious intent. You must have noticed, you have to notice, you know me you know what I need.

You’ll say nothing, I hear movement. I’ll feel cool leather brush lightly against my greedy flesh, I’ll let out a whimper and push my bottom towards it, I'm unashamedly pleading, please touch me there right where my wetness glistens for you, please. You can see my arousal, you let the leather slide between my cheeks, touch me so briefly, I feel a trickle of moisture and try to clench the strap between my legs but it's withdrawn and my cheeks are left clenching air. You tell me I'm being lascivious, rude, greedy, impatient, that girls like me need firm discipline to keep their emotions in check. You make me answer in agreement, my voice is distorted with lust and I raise my buttocks as far as I can to please you.

I feel your left hand steady me, I let out another whimper, feel you raise your arm and then the strap comes thrashing down against my bottom with an ear splitting thwack, it connects with both cheeks, the leather is thick and supple, it curls a little but you'll adjust for that. I cry out, it's genuine, it hurts. You know it and bring the leather down again without giving me time to absorb the sting, aiming a little higher and shortening your stroke to cut the curl. You take it quickly to a dozen strokes I'm wriggling like an eel on the end of a line, I can't dissipate the pain, I can't imagine what my bottom looks like all I'm saying is please.... pleading.

Don't stop. Don't let me off the hook. I've been a naughty girl I need to be punished thoroughly until all those wanton feelings are subdued. Pause just a second, firm up your hold on me, tell me it's too late for pleading, raise the strap again bring it down harder than before, my bottom's hotter now it can take more, don't feel for me, a dozen more, two dozen if necessary until my wiggling has stopped and you can hear my sobbing.

Stop. Untie my wrists, help me up I'll be bit unsteady, and take me in your arms and tell me how much you love me. Don't fuss me too much don't regret what you've done.

Tell me to go straighten up in the washroom now and then go home. You'll be a couple of hours yet, you'll see me later.

I’ll go, I’ll probably have a spring in my step as I walk to the car, and no doubt I’ll smile to anyone I pass in the street, they'll probably think I’m mad, I'll prepare something nice for dinner, your favorite and open a bottle of wine.

Love.
Ronnie
xx

~~~oo0oo~~~

Thank you Ronnie! What a hot letter! I sure hope that when your husband reads this that it can become a reality! If any of you are not familiar with Ronnie's work you need to check out her blog, Heart and Soul ! Please leave her a comment and let her know what you think of her story, then pop over to her site to read even more.


I have a few more Fantasy Friday stories lined up but I can always use more. If any of you are writing and are willing to share with us that would be great. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thanks again Ronnie!!! The story was great!

This and that

Anyone else got a teenage daughter out there? At what age do they decide that they can take on the job of dressing their mother? I guess I started it. Often I will call her as I’m dressing to say “Does this look alright together?” Once in a while Nick and I will accidentally put on something that almost matches. In horror she demands one of us change. We have threatened to get matching outfits and come together to pick her up at school one day. But I guess we will hold off on that until she does something really awful.

Mollie and I went shopping the other day and suddenly she seems much more interested in picking out my clothes. She talked me into several things that I wouldn’t normally have gotten. They were fine but not the color I would have gotten (she says I have too much blue). And she insisted on a jacket that did look nice but was not completely comfortable. When I told her that she got an exasperated look on her face and stated firmly “Mom, it’s not about comfort it’s about how it looks!” Geeze, it seems like I just out grew that notion myself and now my personal shopper comes along! Anyway I wore my new outfit today and more people complemented me on it than anything else I’ve worn this year. Maybe she knows what she's talking about.

My wonderful son, you know the one getting his BS degree, has not been too communicative lately. I did hear from him on inauguration day. He called that afternoon so exited! I answered his special ring to hear him say “Happy America, Mom!” But since then I hadn’t heard from him. I called a couple of time but he hadn’t gotten back to me. Now if I am paying for the college, and the computer and the cell phone I don’t think a short “Hi Mom, I’m alive,” is too much to ask. So after leaving several messages with no response I called Collin. I knew he had talked to him. I was assured that LJ was fine and extra busy and that he would call soon.

He ended up calling while I was at the gym and left the following message. “Hi Mom, haven’t heard from you in a while. You really ought to check in a little more often. Would it be too much trouble to text or email me letting me know you are alright? I called Collin to see if he had heard from you and he tells me you are fine. How about giving me a call when you get this.” Yep, well on his way to that BS degree!


And on another note. I had an anonymous comment the other day that has me thinking. This was it –

As for Cassie's Space, it is your property and therefore your decision, but if it you feel it is okay to reopen it, I hope you will reconsider your decision to take it private. I'm sure that you can understand that that move excludes anyone who feels nervous about sending their email address to anyone over the internet. The events that have unfolded recently including this one would have left many feeling that way. If they are willing to give Cassie's Space another try out of understanding for you, are you unwilling to understand their feelings right now as well?


This was one of the things that bothered me a lot. I never wanted anyone excluded. I mean, I am honored that people still want to read what I write. And if they are willing to read I want them to be able to. I also remember being worried in the beginning that things might not being as anonymous as we would sometimes like. Nick was also in favor of opening the blog up to anyone that might want to stumble by, as long as the fact that it is fiction is clearly stated. So… I am reconsidering. I will probably open it back up fairly soon. Give me a little time. You will have to check back – there won’t be any fanfare about it. Thank you to everyone who has asked to come read and I thank this anonymous commenter encouraged me to open Cassie back up.

A southern blizzard

Some of my blogger friends have mentioned lately that they are not thrilled with their weather. They seem to fuss a lot about the snow. Well I just wanted them to know that I feel their pain. We had a snow storm here last week. It was pretty major - schools closed - I am talking intense!! At my house the driveway was nearly covered!!! The following was a article in a local paper. So read on to see the harrowing tales of a southern blizzard...


It was a day of history, one that elders who survived it will share with a generation yet unborn. And as the memories unfurl, no eyes will blink.

It will be the story of how we endured the Great Obama Blizzard.

Braced for the vicious onslaught, the city was widely provisioned with milk and bread. But on the eve of the great storm, things turned more perilous, indeed. A crippling 1 to 3 inches had been predicted, but bulletins through the night revised the impact. Possibly 4 inches, possibly 5. One forecaster went to a catastrophic 5 1/2.

Word flashed through the community of immigrants from Buffalo, N.Y., a group hardened to the perils of precipitation. Some decided to close their bedroom windows this awful night. Others chose to actually sleep under the sheets. Their precautions paid off. All survived.

In the predawn, stars vanished from view as the storm bore down. Then it came – one flurry, then two. In a few minutes, fell a third. Conditions were deteriorating fast.

The school system ordered its great fleet of buses grounded. Who could find fault: Flake 4 had been detected in the outlands. Now, the dire prophecies were coming true.

By dawn, TV weather centers at Defcon One were sounding the gong. Glompler Whompler radars scanned the sullen skies. Technicolor blobs bore down on the Piedmont.

With whole thimblefuls of snow now pummeling the region, TV anchors issued stern warnings: Do not venture out. Remain home. Lie down in a ditch – oops, wrong disaster.

Cackled the Buffalonians: “Is it snow or radiation?” But it wasn't funny. By now hundreds, maybe thousands of flurries gripped the metropolis. Great spires of uptown groaned under ounce after ounce of accumulating snow.

Now, with dawn's light intensifying, at least one TV reporter, risking his life in the field so you wouldn't have to, demonstrated the magnitude of the calamity.

He stuck a yardstick in the ground. Two inches! Two inches! Then he stuck it even harder. Maybe three! Only the tips of grass peeked up from the disastrous depths of the white blanket.

Truckers, not in touch with local TV stations, were apparently caught unawares. They plied the interstates, spraying up mists of deadly slush, leaving other motorists in a dangerous quandary – should they release their death grip from the wheel to turn on their wipers, or use the hand holding the cell phone?


In the suburbs, where it was 31 degrees but felt like 30, mothers who had foolishly allowed children into the apocalypse launched desperate rescue missions. To no avail. The missing mitten was not found.

Finally, at noon, salvation arrived. Out came the sun, and inch by brightening inch began to melt the feathery invaders. Flakes turned to water and trickled into storm drains.

The city was saved. And a new post-blizzard era began, one warm with hope and believing in miracles.

Mark Washburn

~~~oo0oo~~~

See, winter is tough all over!! Now let's not have anymore whining from those up north!!

More talk and Fantasy Friday

NOTE : I have decided to keep Cassie's Space private but I am willing to invite anyone that is interested. If you would like to read the site just send me an email to elisspeaks@yahoo.com If you enjoyed the stories or are just curious you will be welcomed. I removed everyone that was invited before you knew the truth. If you want back in please just let me know.

Fantasy Friday follows but I guess I need to say something. I’m not sure what. I am so sorry for everything that has happened, for everything I have done. If I wasn’t clear enough in my other two posts, let me be clear now. What I did was dead wrong. Lying is always wrong. I knew lying was wrong before I did it but I did it anyway. I am sorry I did it, not just sorry it all had to come out, but sorry I did it. I am sorry that I hurt people. I don’t know what else I can do or say.

I have wanted to answer some comments out here but things have gotten so ugly that anyone that dares speak in my defense in any way runs the risk of being impaled with a barrage of hurtful words. I truly appreciate each of you that have left a kind commented, called or emailed. But I have no desire for my friends to put themselves in the line of fire out here. After all they didn’t do anything wrong. I hate to see them spoken to unkindly just for showing their support.

While what I did was wrong I won’t take credit for every problem in blogland. When I first found Bonnie and the spanko world initially I was hooked quickly and completely. Addiction was not too strong a word. I spent hours and hours devouring everything Bonnie wrote. I took time away from my family and other things I needed to be doing. But I’m an adult and that was my choice, I can’t blame Bonnie. I am taking time now when I could or should be doing other things. Many here are choosing at this time to spend a large amount of time commenting instead of spending time with family. Each person makes their own choices of how their time is best spent.

I want to correct one misconception that was out here somewhere today. Tiggr did set up Cassie’s original white blog and was kind enough to find the beautiful original avatar. As the person she helped at that time, I thank her. But the beautiful, one of a kind, incredibly unique template that has been the face of Cassie’s Space for the last year was done by none other that the fantastic CeeCi. I still think it is the most beautiful one she has ever done. And I thank her.

I do not know what to do about Cassie’s Space. Many have said they would be offended by its return, while others have asked for its return as an acknowledged fiction blog. I don’t know what is right but I will decide soon.

If I take blogs off my blogroll it is not out of anger or because I think they are not good sites but out of respect for their wish not to be associated with my site. And that is understandable.

Forgiveness? That has been mentioned. I have said I was wrong and that I am sorry. I have to decide if I am going to forgive myself. I do know that forgiveness does more for the one doing the forgiving than for the one forgiven. I hope everyone out here does what they need to do to feel better.

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And one last apology. To the wonderful author of this great Fantasy Friday story. So very sorry for you to get caught in poor timing of when you story went up. You have done an excellent job! And the story is great. So everyone here is the test of this weeks Fantasy Friday. Take a deep breathe! And for just a few minutes lets all enjoy this spanking story together. And for those who may comment on what I said don’t forget to give your thanks to our new author.

ON JULIE’S BEACH WITH A PADDLE - part two

John proceeded to painstakingly hop around to the driver’s side. I threw myself over the top of the gear box knowing I couldn’t even stand outside the car because, for the first time in my life I was afraid of John and he was totally justified. I had almost hurt us by not paying attention to polite local driving customs. I was speeding through the intersection full of myself while I berated an injured John in the process. The last thing that came out of my mouth was ‘so fuckin’ get over it’. I wanted to die. Driving his own car while his left knee was visibly swelling; he grimaced in unrelenting pain. I wanted to cry but didn’t dare.

John’s cell rang. It was Sharon and I could hear the kids in the car. They sounded so happy. That was light years from where John and I sat in our funeral procession drive home. That is what it felt like and coincidentally Sharon shouted through the phone as if our car were as noisy on the inside as hers,

“Where’s the funeral, we just passed you two headed north on the strip and you didn’t see us waving like mad out our windows. Davey proposed that you had kidnapped his mom for cash but that Dave refused pay the ransom, so you were both stuck! Just kidding Julie! If you can hear me, sorry honey! Davey is definitely crackin’ us up today!” She laughed so lightheartedly.


Oh God, if she had only known that John would find little financial value in me at this point in time. My heart felt like it was racing and had just stopped all at once, as I realized I had to face Dave and then Sharon. But most painful would be facing Dave. I felt like a prisoner, John the Jail guard, judge and jury. I was fucked. The sad thing was all I wanted to do was be alone somewhere to kick my own ass. I kept saying to myself ‘what was I thinking?’ but then my monster ego came loping into yelling “you weren’t stupid bitch”. And then as I looked at John holding the cell phone (I managed to get my downcast eyes up that high) I knew I’d pay big time. This was the day that John would be guiding my marriage into the future.

“Hey Shar? I want you to take the kids out for lunch and a movie, if you don’t mind. I have some serious shit to discuss with Dave about Julie. Nothing I haven’t said before, but this time she’s her own prosecutor. Its part of the reason we looked like death warmed over when you passed us.” A long fifteen seconds passed.

“No, I won’t go into it now. Just keep the kids occupied for the better part of the day. I think we will need to have John’s kids over for a campfire tonight. Hopefully at the end of the evening Julie will be settled into their new direction.” A long pause occurred.


“All right, I gotta go, love you babe. Ya, I’ll tell her, only it will be later, much later.” He hung up and his caste iron eyes felt too heavy, like my heart couldn’t support the weight of their glare. John pulled the car down the street the ocean glare was magnificent. There were surfers and bikinis and pick ups everywhere. Everybody was drinking something cold and happy to be on the beach and ith each other.

“Julie!” I jumped at my name when we pulled into the driveway of our beach house. Dave looked toward us with a big smile and motioned toward the cooler.

“Stay in the car!” John hissed out through his lips.

I had never seen him like this. He spoke through gritted teeth. How dramatic was that? I asked myself rhetorically, trying to find fault with his behavior. I stayed in the car staring at the pack of cigarettes I had just bought. I was already in so much trouble; I didn’t think it possible to make things worse by smoking in the Vantage. Besides if I smoked a cigarette maybe I could fight off that sickening feeling that I was five years old. I grabbed the pack and carefully unwrapped the cellophane.


John backed up a few steps stared me down and said “If you even think of lighting up in my car, I’ll beat your ass first. Understood?”


He waited until I shook my head in total fear and agreement. The day seemed to be moving through fucking molasses. A few minutes had passed. I looked down at the beach now where I could see Dave’s incredibly angry body language. John had one hand in his pocket as if two hands would over dramatize the situation. He used the other one in choppy angry slashes through the air. Dave just kept shakin’ his head. Every once in a while he’d look up at me in the car with a wild look I couldn’t make out from the distance I sat. But I knew I’d never seen that look from him before. I knew in my frightened heart that that wasn’t the only thing to be delivered to me that day.

I couldn’t even bare to think about what they were saying. I had suspected what John and Shar’s married life entailed regarding how they resolved issues. I felt like they were living in the 17th century and with my personality, I wanted no part of any of it. My prayers were that Dave would elevate himself above John’s sense of fuckin’ cowboy justice. I was pissed and scared. And I realized after nervously downing my energy drink that I really had to pee. I also knew I had to pee whenever I got very nervous. How was I supposed to sit in the car all morning? But I didn’t dare get out.

I put the cigarette in my mouth and moved the car into gangster lean position. I had to calm myself down. Fuck it I’d just take a nap, they’d been on the beach for five minutes. I figured the longer Dave took to shove aside John’s ideas, the better. I was lucky so far that Dave hadn’t ripped me out of the car and tried to spank me right there in the driveway in front of John and the surfers. I needed to shake off that possibility so I closed my eyes tight and focused on breathing.


Dave stood up after sitting on the cooler. He and John shook hands. Then John slapped him on the back. What could that possibly mean? I watched Dave walk forcefully and purposely toward the car. With each step Dave seemed to loom larger and I felt myself becoming tinier. I had never seen his expression before and panic set in. Would he break our engagement? Had I fucked things up irretrievably? I wasn’t prepared to pay that kind of price for my actions. I was hoping that he would see how remorseful I was. And maybe, just a little his face would soften as he approached me. My legs began to shake as he touched the door handle. I assumed his voice would sound angry, but it was gentle as he opened the passenger door for me.


“Don’t speak,” he said too calmly.


Now I started to shake all over. He didn’t need to say one word. He was one of those rare guys whose actions were other men’s words. And now it became too obvious to me what was coming next as John pulled up in the Advantage intercepting us before we got inside. John handed Dave a fucking paddle! I felt nauseous and wanted to bolt. I just kept looking down as Dave bid me to enter the beach house by opening the screen door. It was much cooler with the air conditioning and now I couldn’t hide my shaking. I could feel Dave boring holes in the back of my head but assumed he was also focusing on where he’d use John’s paddle. He took my left wrist and guided me upstairs. His grip made me feel guilty as hell. As he came up behind me on the stairs, he gently took my right wrist and then positioned both my wrists at the small of my back. I felt like I needed an orange jump suit based on my perceived control over my life the next few hours.

Once in the bedroom, He laid me over the bed. My shorts exposed way too much in this position. My fiancé appeared very natural while I was lost in my predicament. I didn’t know what to do with myself. In my stubborn mind I wasn’t resigned to submission. I had spent my whole life resisting the concept. Even though Dave was quietly in control of our relationship on a deep level, it usually didn’t come to the surface very often.


For some weird reason, I flashed forward to our upcoming wedding. I certainly had bridezilla potential and could see us tux, veil and paddle holding up the ceremony while Dave delivered a groom’s justice. Years after that I could picture Dave putting in a movie for our kids while he took their mommy upstairs so that she would be reminded that recording atm withdrawals in not optional when saving money is of the essence. As if Dave was inside my head sharing my visuals I heard him say,


“Julie I’ve known you your whole life and you make total sense of what I’m about to do.” I began to breathe fast, no make that pant and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I needed him to talk me through this, to help me understand how a grown woman could be face down on her vacation, a month before her wedding, awaiting what had to be a painful spanking. But I was realistic and knew I just wanted to delay what I was about to feel, as I watched him raise the paddle well above his head. He felt like a wall crashing on top of me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the incredible sting that resonated on my ass. I tried to escape from the bed based on shear instinct but Dave’s arm destroyed all hopes of my escape. Minimally I wanted my hands to protect me against the incoming blows. But I couldn’t move myself, not at all. Way to quickly the next ones came. The paddle was so fucking long both cheeks felt seared to my shorts. Fucking John, fucking Dave. I was furious now and began to try to move. I was going no where. I had no option. I had so somehow endure the incredible pain. I tried to talk my way out before the fifth strike came.


“Dave, please, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again,” I ran it all together so fast and then wished I had more to say, thinking foolishly what I had to say would change his mind. I was so pissed and scared. Responding to my disobedience he landed a blow that made the others seem amateurish (and they weren’t)! I shrieked so forcefully the sound upset me. I was so physically jolted by that swat I vowed not to say another word. The cumulative effect was becoming very clear to me now.


“I told you Julie, NOT to speak!” He was too calm except for the word ‘not’. This was a first for me. I was always so competitive with Dave and others. I believed I would always come out on top. Humility was sorely lacking in my life. It was kind of like a light switch went on, or maybe it turned off; I’m not sure. I became less angry and more resigned to what I knew I had had coming to me for a very, very long time. As I began to cry I felt such a rush of relief. Everything was so slowed down and simple, despite the fact that my ass was a fireball. I had always been so manipulative with my behavior. And while I knew I’d think twice about it the next time after this lesson; more importantly I knew Dave would help me to be accountable to myself. The sense of knowing I’d no longer be allowed to grow in a wrong direction also made me cry. Then I began to sob and almost choke. After about twenty hard smacks with the paddle, Dave stopped, glanced peacefully at the paddle then said.


“This will be our first wedding present to each other.” We could feel the change in me. For the first time in my life I was finally submissive and stopped fighting against the paddle, against Dave, against my better judgment. I felt relieved and yet sad for all the years of acting so immaturely.

He let go of my wrists and set the paddle down on the bed at the same time. He turned me around and sat me down on his lap. You would’ve thought with the flow of his movements, we had done this a thousand times before. While I was amazed at this unrehearsed yet synchronized ballet, I was more amazed at how much it hurt to sit. I could feel his thighs; they were too hard beneath me. I felt like a fireplace radiating heat. My hair remained in front of my face. I wanted no eye contact. I felt so embarrassed that I had caused him to be this way with me. He pushed my hair away from cheeks and wiped the tears with his thumbs. He waited until my eyes met his. He waited a few seconds – it killed me. He leaned in to kiss me as if I’d never been kissed before. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. He seemed a bit tired based on the depth of his sigh. But as always it was challenging to know what he was thinking. But I knew he loved me enough to do what was right for me. As he began to kiss me more firmly I was surprised to find how much I wanted him.

We made love. Each time I moved a bit, I could feel the reminders of his welcomed power over me. And although it was different for us, John told me exactly what to do as we made love. (Usually I would be hopping all over the bed.) Then we napped. Later that night Dave insisted I “face the crowd” and of course I needed to apologize to John and Sharon. John put on Queen’s “Another one bites the dust.” I was demurely sitting next to Dave. Being quiet had never felt so good or safe. Taunting, John whispered in my ear,


“I played this for you!” Waiting maybe thirty seconds I leaned back into Dave’s shoulder listening to the waves roll back out to sea and watching the logs burn down. I said to Dave very quietly, “I want you to know I resisted calling John an asshole. Aren’t you proud of me?” He just chuckled and shook his head. While firmly patting my very sore behind, he said rhetorically, “Julie… how are we going to get you through this wedding?”

~~~oo0oo~~~

Our author this week was KayLynn. She is in her late 40’s and lives in PA. KayLynn has been married for 30 years but they have only been spanking for around 18 months. She is the proud mother of 4, some of whom may be figuring out mom and dad’s secret! LOL! KayLynn’s words sums it up best “I'm the spanko but he's the classic stoic alpha male and hasn't had trouble adapting. We've never been happier and we've always been very happy.”


Thank you so much for contributing. I am looking forward to your next story. If anyone is writing and would like to join in on Fantasy Friday please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - On Julie's Beach with a Paddle

It's been a long week and I am glad to see that Friday finally got here. Someone new sent the story this week. You will have to wait unit the end and then I will give you a little information about this great writer. This is one of my favorite types of stories. I love a history of the couple and this author does a great job of showing the personalities. Please enjoy...

ON JULIE’S BEACH WITH A PADDLE

Dave and I had planned our marriage for two years. We had known each other for almost twenty. He married a friend of ours from high school. She wasn’t right for him and I knew that from the start. Sadly but not unexpectedly they amicably divorced. Dave and Jan had had three gorgeous kids and I love them more each day, wishing they had been my own. Never marrying, I couldn’t find that guy who knew how to deal with my high energy level.

I lived with one guy for five years but he was drama prone and we weren’t comfortable sharing the spot light. I like to look back now and think I was waiting for Dave. He was and is still my Clint Eastwood, Steven Siegel, that wise and stoic figure who lets me exuberantly dance through life; yet imposes loving limits. My ability to figure out when enough is enough occurs somewhere between observers feeling massive annoyance and crowds demanding my public flogging! It was never as evident as the month before our wedding while vacationing with our life long friends.

August 2004 was the month before Dave and I were to be married and I knew I had the world by the tail. I breathed in the overconfidence with my waking breaths and was most likely hell on wheels by the afternoon hours. It took me fourteen years to finally get this guy! I was surfing the biggest wave of my life and nothing was going to stop my sense of sophisticated momentum.

At age 34 it was my first marriage, Dave’s second and that put me even more in the proverbial spotlight in my eyes. I was determined to handle it all with a dignified cool, but with my personality; it was a challenge. Plans had been adjusted time and again to suite each other in just the right areas. While I had wanted a two ring circus, Dave guided me toward just the one. While Dave needed a brief ceremony, I got him to compromise so I could include a poetry reading, flower girl and three bridesmaids. Things actually seemed to be in place. Shockingly my organizational skills were competent, given my propensity toward distraction. I managed to keep our wedding in good quiet taste given Dave’s personality, but managed to infuse my childhood dreams.

It was mid August and we were meeting John and Sharon and their three kids for a wonderful fifteenth annual vacation at the beach. I have always been silly around John. He has this repertoire of comedic characters that make me hysterical with laughter. We are opposite sex versions of each other. Dave finds us entertaining separately and totally out of the box when we are together. Sharon is tolerant, sweet and quieter than Dave, which seems impossible.

“Our” three kids are all close in age so it’s one big kid party. We keep in touch with a yearly vacation at a secluded beach at the end of an island. The ocean was on one side; the marsh was on the other. All year long, all of us think about our week together. With the knowledge that we’d all be together for the wedding in only two months, we were giddy with anticipation. The vacation just before the wedding seemed to have Dave in a particularly sated mood. We could feel his sense of calm. His best friend and future wife were filling the air with jokes and this week I thought everything was funny. John and I are our craziest in front of Dave and Sharon, our favorite audience.

When we do happen to be alone we are very respectful of each other; there are no personal agendas of any kind, except for John trying to help me grasp the marriage style between him and Sharon. Sometimes John pisses me off during our private talks and I’ll carry my anger back with the four of us. Very occasionally Dave will call me off John if he thinks I’m being disrespectful regarding John’s traditional value system. I’ve watched Sharon’s reaction to my comments regarding their marriage style and she’s always so cool and collected, as if she’s got some special perspective that makes all of it all right. I’ve assumed that Sharon’s clearly, yet quietly, on my side. Maybe I’m her vicarious emotional vacation. I could never picture Sharon getting away with my outspoken perspectives. I’ve always felt happy that Dave’s cool with my behavior. In fact he seemed very confident with our roles.

John is a no nonsense kind of guy when it comes to his expectations of women, kids and work subordinates. Maybe that’s why he lovingly tolerates me with humor one week each year. He gets a vacation from being ‘in charge and large’ as I tease him. I challenge him on his everyday thinking and make him laugh at himself. I’ve seen John really mad only twice in my life and I often wondered how Sharon and the kids managed after the vacation was over.

I never knew what exactly John and Sharon had going regarding problem solving. I just observed that they didn’t have power struggle issues. Things seemed simple, too simple for my needs. John would enjoy my discomfort as he discussed with me his ‘master of his realm lifestyle’. I would uncomfortably side step my way through those conversations hoping to change the topic. It was foreign for me to think that I wasn’t half in charge and under my own authority regarding my future marriage. Dave always treated me more than fairly, given my highly competitive nature and we had an easy relationship compared to most. But I will readily admit that I was constantly overstepping his boundaries and had it not been for Dave’s stoicism, I’d have been fodder for my fiancé’s sense of discipline a long time ago.

It was the day before our departure. We were well into our beach routines. Dave fishing, me writing, John jogging, Sharon and the kids on some morning outing. Dave yelled up to me from the walkway to go get John from a run. Apparently he had ‘broken down’. Sharon was too far away with an overcrowded car. Dave was not leaving the beach and missing his fishing. So I was the low woman on the totem pole and not happy about being disturbed. After all, I felt I was performing and productive.

Dave seemed oblivious to my frustration ready to become anger. Except that he spoke slowly to say that I’d have to use John’s new car. Looking back I can now recall that his voice carried a nonspecific unheeded warning. John’s knee was feeling older than his ego I thought as I left my writings. I was pissed having had a real flow going on a new story idea. Dave kindly yelled up to me,

“The keys are hanging on the…”

“Ya, I know”! I barked down to him. ‘On the back of the door’ I rudely cut him off, threw down my notebook and stomped toward their beach house.

I had to admit that at any other time I would’ve been excited to drive John’s Austin Martin V8 Vantage Roadster, but today I had told myself would be dedicated to writing. Tomorrow was last minute pictures and of course the dreaded fucking packing. I hated when I’d be forced to be organized. Dave had always insisted I bundle the dirty clothes into colors so we could quickly throw loads of laundry in while unpacking beach items from the car. I was just satisfied that I didn’t leave dirty clothes under my bed at the beach house!

I smiled grimly as I pictured John pissed that I’d be driving his car. He must’ve known Dave wouldn’t leave the beach to indulge his old track injury. John probably dreaded the thought of me riding his second favorite ride! He had barely let Dave drive it. Knowing Sharon the way I did I figured she’d be too afraid to drive it anyway. You know, really drive it, the way an Austin wants to be - no - needs to be driven.

Now the thing about me is I believe I can recover from disappointments pretty easily. In other words, I’m into the moment, but not necessarily looking ahead to the next moment. If I were to be inconvenienced, it would be my job to compensate for my own losses. My only chance to have fun was now. Deceiving myself and Dave, I calmly backed it out of their driveway. Dave kept looking up the beach house trying to glance at what he had to know was coming. He was always telling me that someday I’d hang myself with my long and tangled rope. I would occasionally answer under my breath ‘fuck you!’ in a spankable tone. Dave would respond in wisdom filled tone,

“Oh Julie, don’t you know what you’re getting’ yourself into?”
I would respond with an unknowing look complete with slightly furrowed brows.

John’s knee pain must’ve have been exorbitant if he thought that I’d calmly leave my writing and beach to come get his sorry yet cute ass. He mistakenly believed I’d be respectful of his aging vulnerability. But I had to feel a bit sorry for him. At my mercy he sat awaiting my arrival. I drove carefully to his waiting spot, getting the feel of his car. I didn’t want to give him what he expected: me flying into the parking lot on two wheels. No, I had already decided that would come just a bit later.

He grimaced and carefully walked on his left leg toward the passenger side. My smile got so wide it was obviously bordering laughter. He pointed a naughty finger wave through the windshield at me as if to say, ‘you had best curb your delight in my pain young lady’. I held back Niagara Falls force words as I let him settle into the passenger seat. But I just couldn’t help myself.

“John,” I calmly and quietly stated, “if you want to put your balls in the glove box while I ride you home in the passenger seat, I promise, that when I do put the car up on two wheels in the curve; I’ll put it down easy for you!”

Oh I was so proud of that blindsiding, funny comment. Laughing hard I couldn’t even look over at his face; I knew it was too perfect a moment but I had to be careful as he was staring at the road – making quality assessments of my every movement, really trying hard to ignore the massive insult I’d just flung his way.

A few seconds later I heard in a quiet tone equally the hum of the engine, “You know,” contemplatively, “Dave really needs to beat your ass!”

“Ya, him and what army?” flew out of my mouth immediately.

Shaking his head he threatened, “At some point Julie, you’ll take responsibility for your actions and heed the consequences.”

“Geez John, give it a rest, will ya? Your pain has gripped your serious side. I’ll have you know that I dragged myself away from writing on the beach to come get your sorry ass. The only good part is I get to drive your Vantage. Can you save your caveman crap for this afternoon when I’ve been able to down at least two margaritas?” I tried to retrieve the delivery with a bit of a dry laugh, but my message was clear.

“Speaking of consequences lets stop at the drug store and I’ll run in and grab you a first aid ice bag. Sharon and the kids will be back in about an hour and you can get a jump start on reducing the swelling. You’ll want to appear less old around our teens with testosterone. Remember, they smell weakness!” He needed ice but wasn’t welcoming my sense of control.

I parked the car and ran inside. I quickly grabbed an ice bag, bottle of acetaminophen two energy drinks and a pack of cigarettes for me. Tossing the bag carefully on John’s lap, I carefully proceeded to back out. John was acting like a frickin’ owl twisting his head this way and that making sure I wasn’t going to hit a pole or pedestrian. I rolled my eyes and John caught my expression. “Look John, I’ve never even had a speeding ticket…. Lighten up! Get that aspirin down your throat already; you’re making your driver grumpy.”

He snorted, “Well the speeding ticket is long overdue, I’ve watched you drive. What does Dave say about your ‘need to speed’?”

“Why does my behavior always have to rest on someone else’s perspective? Do we talk about how Sharon feels about your incessant need to control the family?” Now it was John’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Sharon and I have an agreement”, he said tersely.

“Oh God, if you ever fill Dave in on this scheme, I swear I’ll key your car! Please tell me it’s more complex than the “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” ‘head of the household thing’. God John, give it up already, I’m not drinking margaritas yet remember! Is all this fatherly bullshit because you’re walking me down the aisle? Oh wait I get it. You feel like my dad because I’m driving your car. This is like teaching and trusting your girls how to drive. I am clear now. You want to keep the conversation focused on my behavior hoping I’ll drive your precious car with controlled dignity. Then and only then will you calm yourself into tolerating this painful ride home with me.” I rambled on barely taking a breath.

“Well here’s the deal John, you are the passenger, you are injured, you have to suck it up and be at my mercy, while I drive your pristine car – so fuckin’ get over it!” I belted out the last phrase with musical deliverance.

As a turned my head to enjoy his pained expression, then follow up with a drilling gaze into his dark eyes, I could see his expression change from fuming to fear. In the left lane I was speeding through a busy intersection I went through a pink light. Some asshole turned left in front of me. Inwardly I cringed at my blaming attitude toward the other driver, because many times I had used the same technique to make an impossible left turn where there was no arrow. As I jammed my foot on the brakes I veered the car to the left just barely avoiding hitting the turning car. Fortunately we stayed within the intersection mostly in the south bound lanes complete with smoking tires and newly blackened lines in the intersection.

I sat there shocked. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Looking into the other car I could see a young guy glaring at me. And while I knew he should not have turned into my oncoming car, I also knew he assumed I would stop as the light was almost red and I was speeding and not paying attention. I also quickly wanted to choke myself because my last lucid moments were so filled with my being an utter smartass and I felt ashamed. I could’ve injured John, the other driver. I went into a mental tailspin. And yet could only sit there feeling shock and disdain. Reacting John threw open up the door, stood up and hopped up on his right leg.

“You ok?!” he yelled with urgency.

“Ya” came back in an angry tortured sounding growl. “Your wife needs to understand that around here we don’t run red lights going 95 mph!” His southern drawl delivered the ‘control your fucking wife’ message loud and clear.

“Believe me when I tell you, this will get handled as soon as we get home.” John sounded so far removed from me I couldn’t stand it. I was all alone with my stupidity, dangerous lack of judgment and guilt.

To be continued...

Hang in there folks! This is a long story and we need to take the time to enjoy it. I won't make you wait long. The rest will be up tomorrow right after midnight!! And I will tell you all about the author.

A few loose ends

I want to say another word or two about Cassie. I won’t be discussing her here often but I do not want it to become an elephant in the room that everyone is tip-toeing around. There are just a few things that I want to be sure everyone knows.

The gratitude I have felt after reading my comments has been overwhelming and complete. Back in December when I was first discovered I knew/felt that I would be losing every friend I ever made out here. To say that I was devastated would be an understatement. I couldn’t eat, I was sick to my stomach for weeks. I was a mess. The guilt and embarrassment I felt was severe. But due to so much loving support I am letting go of the guilt and I am going to move on.

I need people to understand how Cassie felt about her friends. Please remember that when you made friends with Cassie or emailed her you were making friends and emailing a real person. I may have made up the Cassie persona but the feelings I had for the people that wrote were real feelings. I worry that some of you think I/she would receive an email and sat there laughing and thinking “Boy I fooled them good”. Nothing could be further from the truth. I started this with deception but I was fiercely protective of Cassie readers and her friendships. If you, in an email, told Cassie a secret it remained a secret. Obviously PK knew, but I never told one confidence that was shared with Cassie to anyone.

Many of Cassie’s stories I knew way before anyone had heard of a home computer (I’ve had over 40 years) but others just came to me. I never planned the stories out. It was more like I would hear a quiet chuckle in my head and Cassie would say ‘Oh my, you will never believe what happened to me!’ and the story would unfold. I never planned anything out and often she surprised me. I swear I did not know she was going to throw the ice bucket until it sailed across the room. For the last two months I haven’t let her spin her stories. But I feel she is still there. I don’t mind answering questions about her or anything you want to ask. Just shoot me an email.

I will be reopening ‘Cassie’s Space’ soon. I have a little house keeping to do first. I hope you will come by. Over there, Cassie will just be Cassie, a southern lady with a wonderful husband who spanks, loving neighbors, a beautiful dog, an old friend close by and a dear brother Paul on the internet. I hope you enjoy the adventures she has already shared. Comment on them if you like and she will probably answer. I hope she will have more stories to share in the future.

I think you'll agree

I am sure most of us have seen this but it did fit the way I was feeling today so I'm posting it. I bet I am not the only one who feels this way.

Gonna be a Bear

In my next life I want to be a bear.
If you are a bear, you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate,
you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that too.

If you are a bear you birth your children
(who are the size of walnuts)
while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown,
cute cuddly cubs.
I could definitely deal with that.

If you are a mama bear everyone knows you mean business.
You swat anyone who bothers your cubs.
If your cubs get out of line
You swat them too.
I could deal with that.

If you are a bear
Your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.
He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and
excessive body fat.
He knows not to get between you and the food.

Yep, gonna be a bear.

You need to know this...

What a mess we have had in blogland these last few day. I have never wanted hard feelings out here and I hope everyone is calming down. But there is one more secret that needs to come out and it’s my secret so it is my place to tell it. Several people found out back in November and with great integrity they chose to discuss it with me privately and let me handle things the way I felt best. To these people I give my thanks. I chose at this time to explain what I did and why. Here is my story…


I have blogged about something I did as a child. Around the age of 9 or 10 I began creating another family in my mind. I can’t begin to describe how detailed this family was. They lived in my mind as true and real as anyone I know. These people have been with me a long time. And I spent countless hours creating them and their world. I knew their story since birth. I knew their likes and dislikes, how they looked, dressed, thought. Just as an author would create characters a book, they each sprang from my head. But also as authors have explained the characters soon began to take over and create their own stories. And you must remember they have had over 40 uninterrupted years in which to do this. One character was my particular favorite. She lived and breathed in my mind – she was everything, everything I wanted to be. I spent my life with these people.


When I found blogs in real life I knew zero about them. I found Bonnie and through her others. I read and read I couldn’t believe what I had found women like myself who understood my desire. I really didn’t know if it was all true or just stuff made up. I knew people used fake names and changed details about themselves and that that was the norm but mostly I was just dying to be a part of it. I was hungry to talk to people whether they were real or not. I knew everything was anonymous.


I wanted to be a part but I had nothing. I couldn’t join in the conversation. I had no stories, I had never been spanked, and I was never planning to tell my husband about my desire. So I was out in the cold looking in. But then it came to me, I didn’t have any stories but she did. She had a life time of stories. It was all anonymous, what could possible be the harm? Wasn’t most of this all make believe anyway? Or so I thought. I gave her permission and my life long friend – Cassie – lived and breathed.


I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea, no hint of an idea of what I was starting. I had no idea friendships, real friendships could come from just writing stories on the internet. I knew I was deceiving people but I never believed that I was, or could, ever hurt anyone with what I was doing. I was writing about a fun loving, interesting women on the internet – how could that hurt anyone.


Soon I learned more about the internet – I learned there were real people out here. And through them I got the courage to come out to my husband and then I was stuck. I wanted to talk and be the real me. So I created New Beginning and Elis/PK and that has been about who I really am.


But I loved Cassie. I may have created her but I love her. I enjoyed being her so much – I had wanted to be her all my life. ALL my life. And I couldn’t stop. I was as addicted to being Cassie as a cocaine addict is to their drug. Every time I tried to stop I was drawn back, I couldn’t quit. I rationalized it. I knew I was deceiving friends – lying to them. But I made it alright in my mind by being sure Cassie was kind and supportive to everyone. I thought – wrongly – that if she was a true supportive friend to all who commented or wrote then it would be okay. It wasn’t okay. It was dead wrong and I can promise you that I feel like the piece of shit I truly am. But one thing I will tell you everything I ever had Cassie say about or to any of her friends was true. If Cassie ever told you she was praying for you – you were prayed for.


Once I decided to let her live I went all the way. In my mind she was totally separate from me. I found out how true that was when Tiggr stopped blogging and disappeared. When I first read that she was leaving blogging my first reaction was ‘Okay, whatever.’ But as Cassie came into my mind I started crying. As Cassie I was devastated at her loss. I think that was the first time I scared myself – was I one person or two? The emotions of my two selves were so different I was frightened.


So I kept up the deception. I talk to my friends as PK and as Cassie. Yes I even talked to my friends about Cassie. I told no one. No one. Not ever the people I loved the most – CeeCi, Grace, Mthc and David and even Eva, the best friend I have ever had in my life. Nick did not know either – my husband who I have finally gotten so close to. But a secret is only a secret if you tell no one. I told no one, and I just let Cassie be as real out here as she was in my head. She had friends who never spoke to PK and she answered all her emails. In each one I tried, through her, to make everyone that ever wrote her feel better. I could say things as Cassie that PK couldn’t say. I am sorry I am rambling I just want you to understand what can’t be understood.


The truth – I have lied to many people, I did not intend to hurt anyone but I have hurt many. I know I will lose friends. What will happen now – I don’t know. I took Cassie private and only allowed a very few in that asked to read the archives.


So often I was just going to get rid of Cassie. Some how, some way but I kept convincing myself that that would hurt people too. This was never meant as deceit, it never started that way and as either person I only tried to be a friend. Maybe no one cares that much about a little spanking blog but some might.


So now you all know just why I have been so sympathetic to Paul. When I say I understand what he did and why he did it and what he is going through now – I mean it. What will happen to this blog? I don’t really know. I care about everyone who has ever read my words whether as PK or Cassie. I am sorry for the deception.

I knew that putting up the last post and coming to Paul's defense would probably bring all this out. But Paul was worth it. He was worth every bit of it.

For those who have been so supportive since you found out months ago - Grace and Bossman, CeeCi and Mr. Smith, Mthc and David, Paul, Eva and Adam, and of course Nick - your love, loyalty and support mean more to me that I can ever, ever tell you. I love you all.

PK

No warning needed

I need no warning about anyone on the internet. I didn’t come here looking for absolute truth. If I were looking for the absolute truth I couldn’t be on the internet dealing with fake names and people who I know are intentionally hiding there identity. I came here to write and to read the words of others.

The people I ‘know’ here did not come to fulfill my needs – they came here to fulfill their own. That is why we are all here. To fulfill our own needs. I wasn’t looking for a guide, a dom, a priest, or perfect person. I was looking for people who would discuss spanking and spanking relationships with me. I found that. And whether people told me the absolute truth or only what they wanted to be the truth doesn’t bother me one bit. I have been helped by every comment I have received or read anywhere else. No lie detector was needed to test the love and caring behind the words.

I am so very sorry that someone was hurt by a friend. But that should be one hundred percent between the person that was hurt and their friend to work out. By it being discussed other places has only brought hurt on those who truly only meant to help. Maybe they went about it wrong. Maybe they made serious mistake. Perhaps things got out of hand but I will never believe that there was any malice behind any of this.

Before we say how awful it is that some one was less that truthful on the internet – wow, what a concept – maybe should take the time to make a list of the times we have hurt a friend or a loved one, the times we screwed up big time, the times a small untruth that we thought would hurt no one backfired and ended up hurting us and others. Those of you out there that are perfect and have never hurt any one won’t have to make a list. But many of us are going to have to go get a second sheet of paper.

Look for the good in people, there is plenty. And when you see their bad try to forgive them for it and hope and pray that they won’t see our short coming and point them out to everyone else.

I'm giving Nick the cold shoulder

And I am going to keep doing it! The reason for this is a combination of menopause and being a spanko. You see before I came out to Nick I always slept in a night gown. Usually not a very attractive one but they kept me warmed. We got a queen bed so that we could each have our own space and that was the way it was for 23 years.

But the one of the major changes I made when I came out was to lose the gown. I love sleeping in the nude! Nick and I have kidded that we could get rid of the queen bed and get a single one now. We snuggle when we sleep and don’t take up all that much space.

Now some of you may not have noticed this (Grace) but it’s been a little nippy lately. I still don’t want to wear a night gown and with a Nick and a blanket or two I don’t have to. The only time I roll away from Nick is when one of those nasty hot flashes hits. Then I flipping all the covers back!

So under the blankets with Nick curled at my back I woke up pretty comfortable this morning. Nick was rubbing my butt – one of my very favorite things in the world and then he cupped my breast, but I needed attention else where – no not there – my shoulders were cold! The rest of me was toasty but my neck and shoulders get cold!!

So I moved his hands up to my neck where his warm hands did a beautiful job warming that area nicely. Nick laughed at me and said he guessed he didn’t mind getting the cold shoulder as long as the warm butt came with it.

So my husband will continue to get the cold shoulder and the warm butt and anything he wants in between!

Fantsay Friday - Is This What You Want?

I was so excited to get this weeks story! Now to be honest I am always excited to get a Fantasy Friday story but this week it is from a reader who does not have her own blog – at least not yet! I love getting stories from my fellow bloggers but to get one from a non-blogger make me very proud and honored that they allow me to publish their words; that’s very special to me. If you are writing please send me your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com If by chance you have sent a story and haven't heard from me then it went to span. Please send it again! I have responded to every story I have received usually within 24 hours. So if you send one and don't hear from me - I didn't get it.


I will tell you more about this author after the story. But now enjoy…

Is This What You Want?

Melinda sighed as she finished reading the Fantasy Friday story on one of her favorite blogs, New Beginnings. She wished Larry would spank her like that. He was always willing to spank but only once had it ever been hard enough for her. She always ended up craving more and had often expressed this to him. She knew he worried about hurting her too much and the bruises and marks that she loved always distressed him. With a slight feeling of guilt she stood up and headed for the kitchen to start dinner. Larry was a good husband, he loved her and his willingness to spank and his concern for her was a part of him that she cherished. He was a controlled spanker. Lovely even strokes that allowed her to let the pain and pleasure mingle in such a way that she usually slipped into an almost meditative state. She could float there a long time, feeling the sharp sting of the belt coming down until she’d reached a point where the ache for him to be inside her pushed her out of that space and she’d begin to move toward him, silently asking for his cock.

After dinner they cuddled on the couch watching TV. Snuggled against him she murmured that it had been awhile since she’d had a spanking. He smiled down at her and running his fingers lightly over her nipples said, “I’m sure we can fix that.” Pulling her off the couch he led her to the bedroom and instructed her to strip and lie face down on the bed. Her hands shook slightly with anticipation as she quickly pulled her clothes off and positioned herself.

Melinda heard the belt slide through the loops and before she had a chance to prepare herself, felt the first sharp snap as it hit her ass. Precise, even strokes from the top of her ass to the bottom, up and down. She felt the rhythm of it and moved with it, letting it take her to that place inside herself where the pleasure and pain mixed. She moaned as he stopped for a minute and reached down to rub her dripping cunt. “Soon sweetheart,” he whispered. Running his hand over her red ass he continued spanking, letting the rhythm lull her again. She felt the orgasm building inside her and without volition began to move, silently begging him to fuck her. Normally this would be when he’d stop spanking, turn her over and pull her to him.

Instead the belt stopped, hesitated a moment and then came down on her upper thighs. Again and again he struck, with that same precision, up and down her thighs. No longer soothing, it pulled her out of her reverie, out of the pleasure until all she felt was pain. Without thought she moved her hand back to stop it. He stopped but not in the way she’d intended. Taking both her hands he moved them to her breasts and in that tone she knew better than to argue with, instructed her to hold her breasts until he told her to let go. Picking up the belt he began again, and now the pain was intense as he moved from her thighs to her ass and back. Randomly, not allowing her to sink into meditation, the belt landed harder and harder. She felt tears threatening. How often had she urged him to spank her harder? Well now she was getting more than she’d bargained for! Just as she was about to cry out that she couldn’t take any more, he stopped.

Pulling her close to him, he replaced her hands with his and began caressing her breasts. The tip of his cock slipped inside her and she moaned and arched toward him wanting him to fill her up. Gently but firmly he pulled her nipples and momentarily thrust himself deep inside her. She barely had time to realize he was inside her when he pulled out, spread her cheeks and thrust his rock-hard cock up her ass. It was so sudden she had no time for the pain to sink in. One hand continued caressing her breast and tugging at her nipple while the other moved down to her aching cunt. Melinda was in an agony of pain and pleasure like she’d never felt before. Larry had never spanked her this hard and the pain in her thighs and ass mingled with the pain and sweet fulfillment she felt as his cock pumped her ass relentlessly. Her cunt ached for more of him even as she moaned and cried out with an orgasm that ran through her body for what felt like hours.

Afterwards, cuddled in his arms, safe and warm, Melinda gently touched Larry’s cheek. He pulled her closer, gently rubbing her sore ass, and with a somewhat shy grin asked, “Was that hard enough for you baby?” The passionate kiss she responded with removed any doubts in his mind!

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The author of this wonderful story is Pmduo!! Here is a little introduction from her… I don’t have a spanking blog (although I’m toying with the idea). I’m 50 plus – not much plus but enough – I’ve been w/my partner for 9 years and we’ve been spanking for 3 years. I found Bonnie’s blog about 9-10 months ago & followed her links. It has been a wonderful experience learning about so many others who love spanking! I’ve actually commented a couple of times. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area – you can include my email. harrietthespy@comcast.net

Pmduo thank you for your story. I really hope you will write more to share with us. And give that blog idea a thought!

Reassessing

I have really been enjoying some of the new blogs out here – some totally new, some just new to me. I love to see how many different way spanking relationships begin and develop. It’s interesting to see what we want or what we think we want.

I know what I thought I wanted at first is not exactly what I want now. I wanted Nick to take charge, I wanted him tell me what to do, be firm and discipline me if he needed to. But that wasn’t really what happened and at first I was sometimes hurt and disappointed that he made no rules or demands of me.

Over these two and a half years I have realized some things. Most of the things that many women say they are punished for just don’t happen at our house. I have teased that I am perfect and that is why I am seldom punished and while that is not exactly true we really do not have any serious issues. We agree on how to spend our money; we agree on child rearing. We were both raised by gentle loving parents who treated each other and their children with respect so we have always treated each other that way, no screaming, yelling or snotty comments. So although I am a lousy house keeper and have dozens of traits or bad habits Nick could complain about that’s not his way.

So I have looked deeper. What did I really want? What was I craving? When I said I wanted him to punish or discipline me what was I looking for? In my mind the fantasy of an angry husband grabbing and spanking me was really tapped a deeper want/need. I wanted to feel he cared. I wanted to feel I was worth the effort. I wanted to know that if I was doing something stupid or harmful to me or our relationship the he wouldn’t just shrug and say ‘whatever’. I wanted him to confront me and demand a change in actions or attitude that would correct the situation.

So what has happened over these two and a half years? He has really stepped up to help me with the weight. He knew that this was – or soon would be – effecting my health. There were a few hard spankings over that time. But he also did it his way. When he knew I had worked hard and had done as I should have he sometimes didn’t spank. While I sometimes found this frustrating he was really making sense. He is still right their watching my weight and I have no doubt that if I start skipping the gym and snacking to excess I will find the business end of a hairbrush on my end very quickly!

But it has been in other ways that he has truly let me know he cares. Insisting I write him each week has meant more to me that anything I could imagine. For those of you that don’t know about this I have a weekly assignment. He wants to know what I am thinking and feeling. Sometimes it funny and sexy, sometimes I lament that I life is too rushed for good sex and fun spankings; and a few times I have been overwhelmed by sadness so that I could hardly function. But he wants to know – do you know how much that means to me, that no matter what I am feeling he really wants to know? And yes I have been spanked a time or two for skipping a week!

By accepting my kink – really as soon as I told him – our sex life really took on a new life. He is so good to me both with spanking and other types of foreplay to make sure I get everything I women could want from a love making session. He know that ‘discipline’ is still something I desire so he throws in a few laundry rules and some mock discipline because he know that’s what I want.

But sometimes it is the smallest things he does that it have really started noticing lately. We each take a cup of water to bed. For 23 years he went and got his when he went to bed and I went and got mine when I went to bed. Now he picks them both up – a little thing but he does it for me. There is a particular type of bread I love that we can’t get in town. When he goes to the next town over he stops to look for it. He hugs me as I go out the door for the gym and tell me he is proud of me for going. He drapes himself around me each night when I climb in bed to warm me up. And the vitamins – he wants me to take my vitamins and supplements every morning. I haven’t been very good at remembering. Now granted he could spank me every time I forget – it really might help me remember. But that’s not what he does. Instead he takes each one out of the bottle and lays them out for me. He is not looking for reasons to spank me; he is looking for ways to care for me. It’s taken me a while to realize this.

Relationship change all the time. Ours includes spanking now and I expect it always will - there will be spanking for fun and play, erotic spankings, maybe a little stress relief and there may even be discipline. But the best part is that our relationship and our love will always be strong.

Before Nick’s halo gets to heavy for him to carry around I’ll tell you he is not perfect. He can aggravate me to no end at times. But I cannot imagine a better husband. I really hit the jackpot folks and the best part is, I know it!

My Buddy

Today is my friend CeeCi's birthday.

I sat here trying to think of words to describe this wonderful person.
When I googled some of the words this is what I found.

So to my beautiful, funny, intelligent,
unique, loving, sexy and amazing friend
I wish you a very, very
Happy Birthday!!!

My Saturday

I have had a really nice weekend. Many of you know how it is – hit your mid 40’s early 50’s and the old libido is not always at your beck and call. Now mine hasn’t been gone but it has been sluggish as best. We got to have a little fun Wednesday – Mollie’s babysitting day and I got spanked some, for of all things – being selfish!! Can you believe it?

You see with Mollie being gone I was trying to get Libby-do to make an appearance so I was looking at some spanking videos. I stuck the ear phones in because it that’s what I always do. Later when we had headed back to the bedroom Nick was doing a bit of spanking for some late laundry (only a couple of hours late) when he said “and why were you being so selfish with the sound on the videos?” I told him I was embarrassed. Since I was laying there buck naked, having my butt spanked as a prelude to other intimate activities he seemed to think that was a little ironic but I bet some of you understand.

Lately spanking has not been really high on my list either – like the old libido I am not against spanking but the desire is hiding. And suddenly spankings HURT! Maybe it’s hormonal or something because I have had a terrible time with hot flashes lately too.

But Saturday we had the whole day to ourselves Mollie had spent the night with a friend and she was leaving for her babysitting job from there. She wouldn’t be home until 6! Around lunch we decided to watch a DVD I had ordered from Shadow Lane at CeeCi suggestion. I think it was “A Lover’s Discipline 2”. No award winning performances but definitely a fine way to spend an hour! And Libby-do was most definitely interested.

Part of the story had to do with the women masturbating and then man being insulted that she was playing with the vibrator instead of him. I have always worried that Nick would feel that way if I wanted to use a vibrator – that is during the old days of our marriage. Now he encourages it because he knows it can really get things going. I have had a vibrator that I really like but everyone out here kept pushing the Hitachi and so while on the LA trip I got one. We got it but I really hadn’t used it that much. We tried it Saturday. Later I was discussing it with Eva. Here is part of a conversation I had with my twin –

PK: Oh and I wanted to tell you. I haven't said much about the Hitachi because I wasn't that impressed. Now I'm impressed.

Eva: And why are you impressed? Did you figure out how to turn it on?

PK: No smart ass it figured out how to turn me on!

Eva: Well I could have told you how to use the damn thing if you'd asked......

You see how sweet my twin can be to me. But back to our afternoon, we finished the DVD and Nick blindfolded and cuffed me. Then he gave me a wonderful spanking. Now I am a big fan of spanking toys but Nick just used his hand and it was perfect. With my current low pain threshold it worked out great. Probably his hand and my butt reached their limit at about the same time.

Soon after the Hitachi came out and this time we figured out how to turn it on and how to work the damn thing! Ladies and gentlemen there were fireworks!!


And then there were more fire works! And when I recovered Nick was treated to extra fireworks himself. We may not be 20 anymore but it sure is nice to know we can ring the bell when we really try!

English Rules

I got this from my sister today -

On my 60th birthday, I got a gift certificate from my wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a shaman living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, I drove to the reservation, handed my ticket to the shaman, and wondered what I was in for.

The old man slowly, methodically produced a potion, handed it to me, and with a grip on my shoulder, warned, "This is powerful medicine and it must be respected. You take only a teaspoonful and then say ‘1-2-3'. When you do that, you will be more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you will be able to perform as long as you want."

I was encouraged. As he walked away, I turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"

''Your partner must say '1-2-3-4'," the shaman responded. "But when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon."

I was eager to see if it worked. I went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited Cara to join me in the bedroom. When she came in, I took off my clothes and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, I was the manliest of men. Cara was excited and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"

And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition.


Sorry folks, the teacher in me just couldn’t resist!!

My office fantasy - final chapter

We did it! We made it all the way to Friday! It seems like some weeks just go on longer than most. I hope this extensive Fantasy Friday has help you enjoy your week just a little more. This is the final chapter. You can find chapter one and chapter two by clicking on them. And be sure to go by The Secret Life of Andrades Girl to get more of her wonderful writing! Andrades thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday! I sure hope you will write more for us.

The Final Chapter

In my quiet corner, I pay attention to the thoughts darting thru my mind. I don't like to be alone with my thoughts I feel lonely and alone, I want him to hurry back and complete the discipline at hand. And then I am thinking just the opposite, I am dreading him coming back; can I handle the pain and all the sensations? Will I be able to remain still? Will I be able to submit and let go? Will he know when I've had enough? My heart is racing; I have Goosebumps all over my body. My body tingles everywhere and it's wet in all the right places. "Please hurry to my side" I pray.

After what feels like an eternity I hear footsteps coming towards me. He stands behind me, he takes the new implement from my hand and places it on the couch. He takes both my wrists and shackles them together in his hand way up over my head. I am swooning with desire, and fear. My bones have turned to liquid. I can barely stand up. His hand tightens around my wrists holding me in position. I lean back against him resting in his strength. He leans in very close to me, and whispers in my ear "I have a special treat for you my love". I open my mouth to ask "What?...", but he touches my lips with his index finger and gently parting them and just inserting the tip of his finger in my mouth and he purrs "Did I give you permission to speak?".

I gently shake my head no. "That's right my love, you need to learn to listen." He then lowers my hands and leads me to the end of our couch and gently lays me over the arm of the couch. He puts a pillow under my head and gently adjusts my body so that I am comfortable, and he is pleased with the position. He then takes my right arm and puts it behind my back so that my hand is resting on my behind. I feel him put something over my index finger, then my middle and then each finger until it is encased in a long glove. I can feel him lacing up this long glove with long laces that tickle my arms when he lets go of the lace. He places my arm down again resting against the back of my body, with my gloved hand resting on my bottom. He takes my left hand and slowly repeats the process. My body is on fire, my heart is racing, my breathing is quick and shallow; there is a tugging deep in the pit of my abdomen which grows deeper and lower with each passing second. I can hardly keep still. I want to ask a million questions, but I remain silent, trying to surrender my body to the sensations of the moment. When he is done with my left arm, he takes the long laces from both gloves and ties each glove together, not tightly, but enough to know that my arms will remain behind my back with my own hands lightly caressing my bottom. I take a deep breath to calm myself and the fear that sits within. Yet I am entranced, I do not want him to stop, I don't want the night to end…ever.

He picks up the leather crop that he tauntingly placed beside me on the couch and leans his face very close to my gently brushes my cheek with his lips and says "I love you with all my heart, my love. Tonight you belong only to me." He turns my head to face down into the pillow, so that I cannot see what is around me, and there is darkness now. And with that, he moves to stand behind me, he places one hand on the small of my back, and places the leather crop across my bottom to let me know that he is about to begin. My feet are shaking; my knees are bending, and then straightening gently rocking my body up and down. And then, I hear the air crackle as he whisks the crop across my cheeks, below my hands. I take in a sharp breath. But I vow to remain silent. He starts off gently, and slowly, and builds up speed and intensity. I can hardly keep up with all the sensations; the leather on my arms, the binding of my arms, his hand on around the small of my back, gently holding me in place, and the stinging of my bottom. I can only gasp occasionally. I can't even think anymore, swat…swat….swat…gasp, it all becomes one rhythm, as if he and I become one. The rhythm builds and builds, my body is hot and vibrating with sensation and excitement. I am wet and slick inside and the wetness builds and flows to my thighs. The rhythm continues…his hand at my low back hold deeper and stronger. I don't think I can take anymore, but I don't want him to stop. "Please…I am thinking…no stopping please don't stop". Faster and harder and deeper pressure…I cry out "Please Please…please..oh God " into my pillow, tears are pouring from my eyes making the pillow wet. He stops now, and there is only quiet.

He is standing behind me I can hear him un-buttoning his pants, the zipper coming down.. "oh god please hurry"…his warm legs against the inside of my damp thighs. His hands roam over my bottom, rubbing and massaging. I am moan louder now..."Please hurry!" "Shhhhh" I hear him whisper to me. Finally, I can feel the heat and the length of him entering me from behind, gently rocking…then pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. He leans over me holding my sides, pushing faster and harder, and now, there is no pillow, no couch, living room, no him, no me, only now, only just eternity. And that moment of perfection slowly ebbs away; he gently separates himself from me. He gently unties and unlaces my gloves, takes me by the hand and lifts me up to stand in front of him. He lifts my head with his hand and I look into his deep fathomless pools of power, emotion and love. "Tonight you truly became mine". I still cannot speak, so I just gently nod my head in agreement and we walk together arm in arm towards our bedroom.

~~~oo0oo~~~

That was great and we have another great story for next week but so far that's it folks. I need stories. I hope someone is writing! Send your contributions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Office Fantasy - part 2

Isn't this great! I hope you are all enjoying Andrades story as much as I am. You can find part one here and tomorrow we'll have the conclusion for Fantasy Friday. Enjoy...

My Office Fantasy - part two

I stand by the chair waiting for him to come into the room. "Stand behind the back of the chair Catherine". I look at him, shivering, cold (and yes a little excited), teary eyed, and say, "I'm sorry". "Yes you will be sorry Catherine, now bend over the back of the chair." But I can't move, and I stand there and watch him un-buckle and remove his belt. I'm paralyzed now, and the tears are flowing, "Please I say, I really am sorry, can you just spank me with your hand PLEASE?" He takes me by my hand and gently bends me over the back of the chair. The leather feels cold against my skin. And before I can take a breath, SNAP!!!! And I can feel such a sting on my behind that my body jumps in reaction, and my hand covers my behind in protection. "Put your hand back down Catherine" And so I comply. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! I am crying hard now begging him to stop, trying to telling him how sorry I was that I was rude to him in between sobs. But he quietly continues to spank me with his belt. I kept putting my hands on my sore behind, and he says firmly" Catherine, put your hands back down, or it will be worse for you."

I feel his left arm on the small of my back, holding me down over the chair. "Now Catherine, you know there are no secrets between us right?" As he is speaking his hand runs up and down my bottom from the tops of my thighs to the small of my back, gently caressing my hot and sore bottom. Wetness and heat starts to build from deep inside me to down between my legs as he massages, giving me a chance to regroup a bit before he starts again. I don't want him to stop touching me; I want his hands to go everywhere. I want to feel his body pressed up close next to mine. The front of his warm strong body against the backside of mine, so close that I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. I can feel the thickness and hardness of his ...."Catherine!!! " "Yes sir!" I yelp, jerked back into reality by the harshness of his voice. Not wanting him to stop massaging me, I say "No, there are no secrets between us ever. No matter what." "What are you going to do the next time you bounce a check?". "I am going to tell you right away, so that you can help me and we can fix the problem together sir" I say quietly. I still after all these years together have trouble calling him sir, he feels my resistance and asks me to repeat myself. I feel my voice quivering, and I am humbled by my nakedness, position and these questions. "I will tell you right away sir" I repeat, close to tears again. "Keep still he says" and I hear him walking back down the hall towards our bedroom. I know now that we are far from finished this evening. When he comes back he stands me back up and hands me a lacy pink camisole, "Put this on my love" he says, "I don't want you to get a chill" What a gentleman! I am thinking, but I make no comment I just slip the camisole over my head. I see he has something in his hand as he walks me over to the corner.

As I am standing there with my nose feeling the cold wall, he hands me what feels like a stick with a leather handle and a leather tip that I have never seen or felt before. I am told hold it behind my back. I want to ask him about this new item, but I know that stillness, quiet and compliance is what he is wanting from me this evening. I can barely hold it in my hands as I hear him ask me "Now what do we think about cursing Catherine?" He is standing so close behind me, that I can feel the heat emanate from his body to warm mine. His warmth wraps around us both like a cloud, I want to sink into that warmth, and rest my body into his, but I must concentrate on his words. "I need to communicate properly, to express to you when I am upset and not to wait until I feel out of control." But it so hard to remain present and in the moment when in my hands is an implement that I have never seen or felt before. My mind almost spins out of control, until I hear his voice pull me back. "Yes Catherine that is correct, this is what you must practice, learning to control your impulses. Learning to trust me, to come to me with your concerns and fears, is something you still have to practice." And with those words, my body relaxes. "Think on this for a while Catherine my love" And with that - he walks off down the hall. I am missing the warmth and comfort of his body. I feel bereft; he is gone. A panicky feeling comes over me; a thousand thoughts go thru my mind. When will he come back? Will he make me wait a long time? What will this new leather "toy" feel like? I am so excited to think about it against my skin, and so scared. I feel cold and naked and very shy.

My office fantasy - part one

As promised this is a very special Fantasy Friday Week – and that is why it is starting on Wednesday. You won’t have to be guessing this week. This wonderful story is from Andrades Girl. Very early in the life of her blog she began this wonderful story. Andrades has the first two parts on her site but she is allowing me to republish them here. And then on Friday – the conclusion and that is brand new! Andrades is a fantastic writer. Be sure to go by and read all about how her life is changing. But meanwhile enjoy…

My Office Fantasy - Part one

As I have started down this road, on my journey of learning about spankings and submission and discipline. I have read some posts and stories about kneeling before your Man. I have been very intrigued by this image of kneeling.

I can even picture myself in our office, kneeling at my husband's feet, while he is working on his computer. Every once in a while, I get a little pat on my behind and he says "That's my girl, just a little while longer and the first part of your discipline will be over, and then we can commence to the second part". A trickle of anticipation & fear shivers thru my body as I wait for him to finish his work. As I am kneeling there trying to wait as patiently as I can, I can't help but let out a heavy sigh; but I see his foot tap in annoyance to this sound. So I try to kneel very quietly and calmly like the lady I know he wants me to be. But it's not easy.

FINALLY, the typing stops! He gets to his feet and his says "Well my girl, now it's time for the second part of your discipline. I hear him leave the room, but I do not get up because he has not given me permission to move yet. I think he walks in to our bedroom and I hear him rummaging around in there doing things, getting things, there are bottles and other items being moved about. He leaves the bedroom and I know that there is water running. But still he has not asked me to move, I remain kneeling. My anticipation grows, I can hardly keep still, yet I do not want to disappoint. Finally my time has come, there are footsteps back into our office and he takes me by the hand and guides me to our bathroom.

There are candles lit and he has drawn me a bath! Still he does not speak, so I remain quiet. Carefully and deliberately he turns my body to face him and he looks into my eyes, and yet still says nothing. He unbuttons my blouse and removes it, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. He reaches around behind me and unhooks my bra...and places it with my blouse. Still there is quiet, it seems to envelope us. He pulls me to him and briefly kisses my neck; he looks back at me again and smiles at me. A quiet smile as if he is pleased with me, with my behavior. My skirt now is being removed; he lowers it to the floor and helps me lift each leg very gently to step out of it. He is kneeling now before me and looks up to me, I can barely contain myself I am quietly shaking in anticipation.

He looks up at me with that same smile...very still, very quiet; almost cold. It's very disconcerting. The room is fragrant and warm with the golden glow of candle light, and yet my body cannot relax. Tingles run up and down my spine. He slides he hands up my thighs gently kneading, massaging. Rubbing up my inner thighs and stopping just when the heat between my legs truly starts. He stands up and carefully leads me to the edge of the bath, and holds my hand as I step into the warm fragrant bubbles. As I lay down in the water, gentle waves caress my body. There is just enough water to keep my body warm, but my breasts are exposed to him. My nipples were hard, begging for attention. He kneels down and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his tanned and powerful forearms. He picks up a wash cloth and gently runs it up and down my legs. I start to moan as he gets closer and closer to the tops of my thighs. "Hush my love" he says. "It's not quite time for you to speak yet." He continues to gently wash my body and my eyes start to close as my body finally relaxes. I hear him ask me "Now Catherine Anne, tell me; why are you being disciplined this evening?" My eyes fly open and stare at him. His tone is icy cold; I had thought the punishment was over...what was I thinking? A cold panic starts to creep over me. He continues to gently wash my body circling the washcloth over my nipples, and they are so hard and sore I can't concentrate. He looks me in the eye, waiting for my response.

As I lay there, my mind flashes back to the beginning of the weekend; when we were in Home Depot. It seemed as if we were there forever, as he was shopping for a new lawn mower for our yard. I was hungry and tired and I just wanted to go home. He could feel me start to fidget, and he went to take my arm and said "Catherine, not too much longer I've almost made up my mind and then we can go and have a nice lunch" But my nerves got the better of me and before I could stop myself, these words just popped out of my mouth "How frigging long does it take to pick out a damn lawn mower?" (I think I said frigging, but I'm not really sure now actually.) And worse for me I jerked my hand away and started to walk toward the kitchen and bath department to distract myself. But before I could get away he came up behind me and said "Catherine Anne, this is not the time or the place, we shall discuss this later when we get home". When I am called Catherine Anne, it's generally not a good thing. "You will wait calmly next to me" he growled quietly in my ear, "until I am finished shopping here and then we shall go straight home." As he was guiding me back to his side, his hand dropped down alarmingly close to my bottom, which caught my attention and I struggled to get my emotions back in control.

As I lay soaking trying to regain some composure I said to him; "Do you mean yesterday when I acted out at Home Depot?" "And what else Catherine Anne?" And still the wash cloth circles my nipples; I can barely breathe let alone think. ("What else? Darn" I think.) I try to concentrate on my breathing to help calm the panic slowly growing inside. I search my mind trying to remember what else I might have done to disappoint him. "Catherine Anne" he repeats, "What else?" And still the wash cloth is moving slowly over my body, making my skin tingle, but I am so nervous now I can't sink into the feeling and pure pleasure of his touch. "Well," I say stalling for time, I take a deep breath and say very quietly "Did I forget to tell you that I bounced a check this week?" "Yes Catherine Anne, you did forget to tell me." I take in a quick shaky breath and say "I meant to tell you but I just forgot." "You forgot Catherine?" "Well uhhhm sort of, I was going to tell you, but when you came home from work you went straight to the office, and I didn't want to disturb you and by bedtime I just sorta forgot." "I see" he says reaching for a towel, and draining the water from the tub. He takes my hand and helps me to stand, and begins to wrap me in the towel.

"Catherine Anne, go and wait for me in the living room please." He takes the towel from my body and hangs it up on the rack. I am shivering and slightly damp now. I have goose bumps all over my body. "Can I get my robe?" I whisper. "Hush now Catherine....go and meet me in the living room". Shaking from fear, cold and anticipation; I can barely walk to the living room and when I get there I see the chair sitting there in the middle of the room.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Come back tomorrow for part two!

Wake up call

I am back at work now and that means my morning begins with an alarm clock. I got a new clock about a year ago. I picked it out because it had an Ipod dock and I like music in the bedroom. Another good thing about it is that it has a gradual alarm. I like it coming on very, very quietly and I can quickly hit the snooze before it gets loud at all. I usually hit the snooze 3 times (about a half hours worth) but I want it to come on quietly – I’ll hear in. Of course if you don’t hit it fast it gets loud quickly!!!


But I really don’t like that clock because I can’t see the time! It’s just like this one and the whole number pad glows but the numbers don’t stand out well enough for me to read the time from the middle of the bed where Nick and I sleep. I had to crawl over to read the time – pain in the butt.

So for my birthday my sister got me one like this from across the room.




I love it. I knew I was going to have to learn how to set it and try out the alarm before Monday morning so Sunday afternoon I tried it out while I was putting away my laundry.

(Note here – new rule in the house, my laundry has to be put away within 24 hours of it coming out of the dryer. I merely made this as a suggestion to help me get a handle on it and what does my husband do???? He listened! Geeze, who expected that?! Anyway, I digress.)

The clock worked perfectly. It was easy to set the alarm and it also start off quietly. But it was still with a heavy heart that I went to bed knowing it would alarm Monday morning.

It seemed I had only be asleep an hour when it went off. I am quick as a snake to hit the snooze but when is did nothing happened. It kept alarming and rapidly getting louder. It had worked the day before!! What was wrong and why wouldn’t it shut up??



It was getting into some major noise now I was pushing every button I could find! It’s now going on loud enough to wake the dead. Nick jumps up and turns on the lamp to help me see and then the overhead light as I continue to beat the new clock.

Then somewhere through the daze two things dawn on me. It’s not the new clock but the old one that is alarming – I don’t even remember touching that one but somehow I must have turned it on by mistake. And the second thing was that it was 1:05 AM! Poor Nick, nothing like being wakened in the middle of the night for no good reason. It’s no problem for me I can go back to sleep anytime but it is not always as easy for Nick. Oh well I think I have it worked out right, the old clock off and the new one is on. If Nick wants to pay me back sometime – well I did give him a dog legged bath brush for Christmas. You never know!

Fantasy Friday - the Reveal

Wasn’t that a great Fantasy Friday? I just love a good brat especially when she has such a nice outfit to wear! Here is how the voting went – Mina got 44% of the vote, Jflame 25%, Pretty dd Girl got 19% and Eliane 13%.

But how many of you voted for the right author? Let me hear from you – our author was Jflame! Not only can this girl write fantastic Harry Potter Fan fiction she writes very hot spanking stories from the real world too! If you haven’t had the chance to visit her blog, JFlame’s Journey you have to start going by. Jay, thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday. I hope you will again.

This week is a very special Fantasy Friday – so special it begins on Wednesday. Please come by early and check it out. I want to thank everyone who has ever written for Fantasy Friday – this week will be the 60th story I have posted and it all your doing! You guys are wonderful for your support! I hope to hear from many more of you. All spankos have a story. We all had our fantasies before we came out to anyone – write it down! Send it in! We all want to hear it! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Trip

There is a great Fantasy Friday story up for this week. Click here to read it and there is still time to vote too. Come back late Sunday to get the name of the author.

My trip to see my twin was wonderful! I would love to tell you of all the kinky things we did and how many spankings I got and how many I got to watch but in truth this was a family vacation. For the most part at least one of our kids was always around. I did get to see Eva get swatted a few times with the backscratcher – which is boldly hanging in the kitchen and Adam did swat me once with a kitchen whisk – their pup came to my defense at once. But other than that the trip was very vanilla.


Mollie hates for Eva and me to have a moment alone! She knows there is something more to our friendship that meets the eye. I don’t think she has any idea what it is but she knows there is something she is missing. Once Eva and I stepped into the other room and were talking quietly. Mollie turned to Nick and motioned for him to be quiet. When he gave her a questioning look she said “I am trying hear.” Nick laughed and said “Did it occur to you that the reason they went into the other room was so you wouldn’t hear?”



“Pish!” was Mollie’s reply. As if it was inconceivable that we would have something to say that she shouldn’t hear. Oh well we had a tiny bit of privacy when we walked the pup – when Mollie did accompany us! LOL!

But there were two main themes of this trip – playing game and eating. And you better believe we did both with gusto!! We played ‘Swap’ a card game with a lot of vanilla slapping going on. We played ‘Catch Phrase’, ‘Pictionary’ and ‘A to Z’. I loved them all. It was fun getting to know offsprings 2 and 3 better. Number 3 and Mollie are very much alike and they were fun to listen to. Number 2 will be presenting them with that granddaughter any time now. I think they are going to have to invent a new word – I don’t think ‘spoiled’ is going to cover it!!

The food, well I just don’t know what to say. Eva is the best cook ever. Both in quality and quantity! Not only were the meals fantastic she also had ever kind of Christmas cookies known to man.


And the finger food for New Year’s Eve – wow! Chicken strips, mushrooms, cheese sticks, pizza bites, shrimp, chips, sauerkraut with sausage, beef stick and cheese with crackers, various baked goods and one of my favorites – apple pie!! She had ribs for me Thursday night! She knows they are my favorite. I ‘bout didn’t leave and poor Mollie and Nick won’t get to eat so well until we go back.

It was a great trip. I am always happy when I can get together with my twin and Adam. We don’t swing from the chandelier, our visits are usually relaxing and calm and I love them. Even the weather was just what I ordered – perfect weather for the drive up. A beautiful snow all day the next day and back to good driving weather when we headed home.

Great vacation, great food, great weather, great friends – who could ask for anything more? Rumor has it that I go back to work Monday; at least I hope it’s just a rumor!

Fantasy Friday -Mrs. Claus

I have been with my Twin all this week. I wish it could go on forever but this Friday not only means time for a new story it also means we are headed home. I hope your Christmas has been a fine one and that you have many great memories. I love the holidays and I am very sad to see them come to an end. A large part of that is because I will be headed back to work on Monday. But I am not quite ready to let the good times go just yet, we have one more Christmas story to round out our Fantasy Friday holiday season.

Please enjoy...

Mrs Claus

Santa's Grotto looked fantastic this year. Bob had worked hard for three months to get it just right or maybe perfect would be a better description. The snow looked real, the Reindeer moved, the wolves howled, the music played merrily, the lights twinkled and the gifts were wrapped. All that was left to do was to move it to the front yard and wait for the kids.

Inside the house Mandy pulled the last tray of cinnamon cookies from the oven and set them on the wire rack to cool. She loved this time of year. Singing carols, buying and wrapping presents, decorating the house and tree, baking Christmas goodies and spending time with the family. It was all so magical and loving.

Glancing out of the large bay window, Mandy watched Bob and their twin sons as they moved the Grotto into its correct position. Come five o'clock the yard would be filled with the neighborhood kids all itching to see Santa and get their gift. Santa and one of his elves would be inside the Grotto, the other outside sending the kids in and Mrs Claus would be handing out hot chocolate to the kids and mulled wine to the adults accompanied by her cinnamon cookies.

At a quarter to five the yard filled up with excited kids and patient if not worn out parents. Mandy grabbed one of her girl friends to help with the drinks and was pleased when she saw the look on her face.

"Mandy, are you crazy? Bob'll do his nut if he see's you in that!" Spinning lightly in a circle to give her friend a better view, Mandy gave a mischievous giggle.

"Awww come on Chris, where's your sense of fun?"

Chris gave her a wide eyed look. " There's kids out there, Mandy!"

Mandy giggled again as she picked up a tray of cookies and flounced outside.

Ten minutes later saw a surprised Mandy heading back to the house for more cookies. Chris was in the kitchen filling up in drinks.

"The guys this year? They're really going for the cookies, hardly any of the women have taken any."

Chris raised her eyebrows and shook her head. Mandy could be really dumb sometimes.

Heading outside with a fresh batch of cookies Mandy noticed that most of the women were giving her strange looks and the men seemed to be staring at her constantly.

Spotting her brother in law she wandered up to him and offered him a cookie. He turned to take one and felt his chin hit his chest.

"Well John, do you want a cookie or not?" John didn't answer but instead took a firm hold of Mandy's elbow and steered her towards the grotto. Not knowing what to think Mandy tried to pull away from him and gave a little squeal when John tightened his grip.

"Quit it Mandy! Or I'll call Bob out here to see what he thinks of that suit!" John snapped fiercely.

At the Grotto Mandy's son gaped at the sight of his mom in the suit as John walked her straight past him and through the little green door to Santa's room.

Santa or Bob was just saying goodbye to little Susie when he heard footsteps on his other side.

"Merry Christ..... what in god's name?" Bob was momentarily paralyzed in shock at the sight that John had presented him with, but it didn't last long. Standing up slowly he walked past the two of them and open the door to speak to his son about not letting anyone in yet. Walking back to Johns side he glared at Mandy. "Has she been walking around like that outside?"

John nodded and left quickly to stand guard outside the door. It really wouldn't do to have a kid walking in to see Santa right now. Within minutes John and the rest of the neighborhood gathered there were treated to the sound of flesh hitting flesh and Mandy's high pitched squeals.

Bob sat in Santa's chair with Mandy bucking and writhing over his lap as his hand punished her cheeky butt over and over, or until her butt was as red as her skimp suit.

When her butt was the required color, Bob hauled Mandy to her feet, thrust the tray of cookies at her and led her outside.

"Get your fanny back out there and serve those cookies and remember Mandy, Santa gives a switch to naughty girls!" And with a final hearty swat which made her yelp he turned and went back inside leaving a red faced and red assed Mrs Claus to embarrass herself further.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Wish I had the body to pull off a stunt like that! But nope, not me this week. So who do you thing it might be? It could be Mina, in her neck of the woods it might be warm enough for that outfit! Maybe it's Eliane over at New to Spanking, I think she would get a kick out of an outfit like that! Then again it could be Pretty DD Girl, she is a good writer and maybe she had Christmas dream. Or perhaps it could be Jflame we know she has bratty streak in her she might be the one to pull this off. What do you think? Please vote, even if you haven't a clue it make me feel like someone is out there! LOL! Come back late Sunday night and I will reveal the author!

Meanwhile I hope you are out there writing. I would love a story from any of my blogging friends and I love to hear from those of you without a blog who are just looking for a place to get some feed back on that story in your head. So everyone, send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Mrs. Claus"? Mina Eliane Pretty dd girl JFlame Current Results

The Reveal:

Wasn’t that a great Fantasy Friday? I just love a good brat especially when she has such a nice outfit to wear! Here is how the voting went – Mina got 44% of the vote, Jflame 25%, Pretty dd Girl got 19% and Eliane 13%.

But how many of you voted for the right author? Let me hear from you – our author was Jflame! Not only can this girl write fantastic Harry Potter Fan fiction she writes very hot spanking stories from the real world too! If you haven’t had the chance to visit her blog, JFlame’s Journey you have to start going by. Jay, thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday. I hope you will again.