I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too. We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko. I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us. You must be 18 to view this site.
I have several things I circling in my mind that I want to write about. But nothing seems ready to come out at the moment. I have emails I want to write, fiction in my head, ideas for a party, Cassie has stories to tell, I have thoughts on spanking and discipline – it’s almost like I don’t know where to start so I just don’t. Makes perfect sense right?
Work hasn’t let up a bit and I don’t expect it will until June 12. Writing is my biggest stress relief at the moment. Yet I spend more of my time flitting from blog to blog seeing what everyone has to say instead of saying much myself.
Not lots of extra time coming up either. Have to give a parent orientation tomorrow night. Saturday we go to see LJ in a play. Wednesday we take Mollie to the science and math camp she was chosen for. Nick and I will have a little time alone while she’s gone then we will pick her up on Mother’s day. But somewhere in all that I hope to find time to do some writing.
But until it’s ready to come out my fingers I appreciate everyone else that is writing and giving me something to do until the blockage goes away.
It's Tuesday again and I have many things I am grateful for. I am determined this time around not to look in the dictionary. So I am just pulling from my head. I'm bound to miss some good ones this way. But here goes.
Mom – I had the best in the world! I enjoyed spending time with her when I was little and when I was grown. I also really, really enjoy being a mom.
Men – now they are the strangest things. Extremely hard to understand. Terrible difficult to train. But darn they sure do make life interesting and exciting. I wouldn’t want to do without mine.
Mthc – my friend, one of my triplets. I am so grateful that I met both her and David. They are very special!
Memories – I have contact with many older people. Many can’t tell you what they had for breakfast or whether or not they saw you yesterday. But many do hold on to their oldest memories. I have wonderful memories in my life already. Sometimes I love to just sit and sift through them.
Mind – mine may go off in strange directions occasionally but I am glad I have what’s left of it.
Money – I have never been money hungry. If money had been my greatest desire I wouldn’t have gone into education. But in light of today’s economy I am grateful for what we have.
Mail – E or snail, I do love my mail.
Marriage – I am a fan of marriage. I know it’s not for everyone but I am so happy in my marriage. We have some high expectations to live up to. Mom and Dad were married for 55 years and Nick’s folks working on 62 years. I hope we can beat them.
On the diet front I did pretty well this week. I was down .8 pounds and it was a new low. Cross your fingers that I can maintain that for a week. Anytime I see a new low I don’t really believe it for a week or so.
I went out clothes shopping this weekend. The largest size pants I bought before I started the diet were 24’s. Now I am wearing mostly 16 and since women’s sizes are so very screwed up I can sometimes find a 14 that fits nicely. Saturday while I was shopping I tried on a 14 that was too big. Just for the fun of it I tried on a 12. I could get them buttoned and zipped (I looked like a stuffed sausage, but still)!!! Okay this goes to point out the stupidity of how women’s pants are sized rather that my superb dieting skills but I still nearly bought them just to be able to leave the tag on and show it off!
What did you expect to find when you first started looking out here? The first time I typed in ‘spanking’ and found blogs I was really stunned. I couldn’t imagine who would write blogs like this. People who admitted – right out loud – that they liked spanking! How strange! Now I had a picture in my mind of who these people were. I figured all the women looked something like this…
In my mind they were all in their 20’s and weighted about 115. I mean really what kind of person would write about liking to be spanked, dominated, and ‘bossed around’ in a sexually relationship? I mean they had to be pretty strange.
The doms all looked something like this…
They were strong, sexy, totally competent and completely in charge. They knew exactly what their woman wanted, desired and needed and they always knew when to spank, what to spank with, and how hard and how long to spank... I mean if they weren’t perfect they wouldn’t be out here writing would they? But although this was what I expected to find what I actually found was much, much stranger!
I found myself. Most of the writers were women, most were in their mid to late 40’s (except for baby Grace). Most were married or in long term relationships, they had kids and bills, jobs and in-laws. These women love to be spanked. They wanted to explore the submissive side of their personality. Many of these women were the ones who first brought up the subject of spanking and most of the guys originally thought “What...? You want me to hit you?” But most listened and found that, whether or not they had given this any thought before, they really liked doing it and they liked where it led.
It was very strange to come to this totally unknown venue and find so many people just like me. Many of the new bloggers I see out here are younger. I have to say I am proud that so many women have the courage to come out about their desires much earlier that I did. I like to think that some of the blogs that have been here a while have encouraged spankos to accept themselves and let go of the fear and embarrassment.
I want to thank all the bloggers that I read now or have read in the past and all the commenters too. Because of all of you I not only feel normal I feel like I am part of a very, very special group of people. And even better, once I began blogging, Nick and I started looking like this!!
TGIF!! I don’t feel like I have had much time out here at all this week. It’s getting serious when having to work for a living cuts into good blogging time! LOL! But the weekend is here and it promises to be a beautiful one – warm and beautiful!Today we have the forth chapter in ‘Help Wanted’. If you’ve read the first three you know it keeps getting better and better. If you haven’t you can go back and read chapter 1, chapter 2 and chapter 3 by clicking on them.
So with thanks again to my anonymous friend, enjoy…
HELP WANTED Chapter 4
Amy drifted awake to the sound of birds singing, palm trees rustling and an arm like a band of steel holding her firmly against RJ’s chest. Snuggling deeper against him she smiled at the tenderness of her bottom, rubbing it against him and reveling in the knowledge that she belonged to him. If anyone had told her that she would fall in love with a rich, legless man who planned to paddle her backside several times a day she would have laughed. As crazy as it sounded it felt more right than anything in her entire life. Not that she enjoyed the spanking part, at least not the real ones. When he punished there was nothing fun about it. With just his hard hand he could leave her hot and tender for hours, the paddle extended the discomfort to the next morning. Oh, but what came after, now that was worth any amount of spanking. Not only was he a tender and accomplished lover, he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And the not so real spankings, the times he warmed her bottom just because he wanted to, then made love to her, now that was something even more astounding. She loved it. The feel of his hand, the heat getting stronger, his deep voice asking her if she liked her bottom all hot and red, telling her how beautiful she looked wiggling under his palm. Just thinking about it made her wet. Last night he had asked her if she needed a spanking and she almost came in her panties.
RJ woke to the delicious feel of Amy rubbing her bottom against him. This had been the most enjoyable time of his life. She made him feel whole again, hell, she made him feel eighteen again, horny all of the time, ready to toss up her skirt and take her if she even looked at him. Like now, it couldn’t be much past sunrise and they had made love into the wee hours of the night, but the mere touch and smell of her and he was hard and straining against her before he was fully awake.
“I guess you’re rubbing that butt so I’ll know you are ready for your morning trip over my lap?”
Giggling, Amy turned in his arms and offered her lips for a morning kiss before replying.
“You better feed me first. I’m starving, and I know where that stuff leads.”
She almost slipped away but he snagged one foot and drew her back to him, screaming in mock outrage. Without a word he flipped her over and peppered her creamy flesh with handprints until she breathlessly surrendered. Turning her he settled her hot bottom against his now painful fullness and kissed her thoroughly. Sliding his fingers through her slippery folds and hearing her whimper with wanting him he changed his mind about teasing her until after breakfast. Placing her thighs over his powerful forearms he lifted her easily, slowly lowering her onto his waiting shaft without breaking his kiss, sliding home and resisting her attempts to move. Holding her, spread open and filled completely, he turned his attention to her breasts, biting her hardened nipples gently then sucking them deep into his mouth. When she started pushing against his chest trying to move against him, he quickly pulled her arms behind her back, easily holding both wrists in one large hand.
“I don’t remember telling you to move, little girl, now I’m going to have to punish you.”
With her hands behind her back her nipples were ripe for his attention. Drawing one nipple deep into his mouth and circling her hard clit with one thumb, he felt her pulse around him, desperate to feel him slide in and out. Keeping a slow and lazy rhythm he teased her until she was ready to scream with need.
“Tell me again just how hungry you are.” he growled against her neck, nipping her tender flesh and flicking his finger against her.
“Oh darling, it’s you I’m hungry for.” she whispered.
“If you’re sure, I don’t want you fainting from hunger right in the middle of an orgasm.”
“Please, RJ, don’t make me beg. Love me, darling, I need to feel you pounding into me.”
Cupping one hand under her ass he lifted her to the very tip of his penis and let her slide its full length, deep and hard.
“Is that what you want? A big, hard dick pounding inside.” he asked as she came to rest with him buried to the hilt inside her. “Or did you want some more of this?” Now swirling his thumb over her hungry clit.
Without giving her a chance to answer he claimed her mouth, matching his tongue to his penis as he lifted her up and down, flicking his thumb side to side, until she was drowning in sensation. In just a few strokes she shuddered around him, calling out his name. The look of her, head back, eyes closed, screaming his name, pushed him over the edge and he pounded to his own climax deep within her.
“Now that’s my idea of a morning work out. I’d rather lift you than a barbell any day. Now I’m hungry, and we’re both sticky, how about a quick shower and we’ll get some food?” Soaping each other, tickling and teasing took a little longer than separate showers but was much more fun. Relaxed and refreshed, wearing a silk pareo around her waist, Amy served fruit and muffins on the deck.
“I think I’ll have you serve my breakfast topless everyday from now on.” he mused, admiring the gentle sway of her breasts as she leaned to pour his juice.
“Only on the island.” she amended, “That will give you an incentive to come back often.”
The days flew by in a haze of sensation and they settled into a comfortable ease with one another. It was amazing how well they fit, both in bed and out. Amy knew it had to end, but still found herself wishing they could stay forever. RJ postponed the decision for as long as he could but after ten days he knew he had to return. Watching the sunset over the water with Amy perched on his lap he nuzzled her neck and wished they could stay on the island, this was the most happiness he had known in his life.
“We have to go back to the real world tomorrow. I called for the pilot to pick us up at noon so we can sleep late one last time.”
“I hate to leave, but I know we have to.” Burying her face against his shoulder, she whispered, “I just don’t want to lose what we found here.”
“Living on the ship may be different, but we’ll be the same people we are here.”
“Promise we’ll come back soon?”
“I promise.” Content with that they sat quietly, until the last light faded from the sky. Neither spoke the fear that haunted them both, that returning to the real world would shatter the precious trust they were building between them. Their lovemaking was urgent as the last night of their idyll slipped away.
The ship seemed exactly as they had left it but there was an underlying sense of tension. RJ’s desk was stacked with paperwork needing his approval. Thinking they would get started Amy was surprised when he asked her to take care of a business matter on shore. Hurrying to her cabin to dress she pondered this change in their routine. The agreement stated she would not leave the ship without RJ. Maybe he was starting to trust her after all. Funny, when she couldn’t leave that was all she thought about, now that he was letting her go, she wanted him to go with her.
Just as she stepped from the shower the fax dinged. Amy’s heart sank at the standard, formal sheet, telling her the schedule, what to wear, when to be ready. Back to business as usual. No more playing, she was just the hired help. Dashing the tears from her eyes Amy dressed as directed and planned her trip to shore. To add insult to injury, when she arrived back at his office the steward was waiting for her. Mr. Drake was on an important call and could not be interrupted. She was to deliver a package of documents to an attorney in town and carry the signed final copy back. Refusing to let him see her wounded pride, Amy took the packet and left on the launch, her mind racing with plans. At the attorney’s office there was a small delay, taking this opportunity she dashed a quick note to Mr. RJ Drake, letting him know that she was not interested in returning to the “bargain”, and had it added to the packet to be delivered to the launch driver at the dock. It would be a few hours before he knew she had left, plenty of time to get a flight off of the island. In the back of the cab, she sobbed all the way to the airport, and wondered where to go.
RJ had the entire boat in an uproar the moment she left. He could only count on a few hours before she returned and everything had to be perfect. The jeweler had a selection of rings; it took forever to choose the perfect one. The florist was decorating the cabin and private deck with the flowers they had enjoyed on the island. The champagne was chilling and he ordered a selection of food that could be easily eaten in bed. The attorney was to call when she was leaving so they would ready. Obsessing over each detail he treated this the same as any other take over or merger. He was planning for the rest of his life here, it all had to be perfect.
The call from the attorney was an embarrassment, the copy of her note they faxed to him was devastating. It was all an act, she was walking out just like his wife. Hurt and angry, he called a friend at the airport and arranged to have her detained. She may be finished with him, but he wasn’t quite finished with her.
What a place to stop!!! And here is when I can tell you I have good news, and bad news and then more good news. First good news – there is more of the story coming!! Then bad news – it’s not written yet. Sorry folks I have been talking to my friend, actually I was so short on stories for a while there I was begging her to look and see if she had any more stories she was willing to share. And she has told me that she will be finishing it – eventually. But she has real life getting in the way of writing like the rest of us, including a house renovation and multitude of guest coming soon. But all we spanko know that anticipation is one of the best parts. Even though we have to wait it will be just as good when we finally get to read it.
But don’t forget, I said I had more good news. I do have a great Fantasy Friday for next week from a brand new writer so don’t forget to come by. Thank you to anyone who has helped with FF in the past and thank you to everyone who is hoping to write for us in the future. Send any stories to firstname.lastname@example.org
Lunch – these days it probably my favorite part of my work day.
Laundry – this is lot like my kitchen. Great to have clothes to wash, wonderful to have a washing machine in which to clean them and fantastic to have a husband that does it!!
Those with L names – both my children have L names, so does the dog for that matter! I haven’t called any of them by the right name in 16 years! But I love them.
Love – and speaking of love, what can I say here to do it justice? Hopefully you all know what love is in all its wonderful forms, the love of a pet, your friends, a child and that special love given to the most special person in your life.
Looks – Not my looks, I don’t scare people away but I won’t be bragging on my looks. No I’m talking about the looks that I get from friends when we know exactly what the other is thinking – and this makes me think of Eva. So many of our conversations in person take place in front of Mollie or one of her girls sometimes a look must convey what we are thinking.
Of course, the looks I get from Nick can be the very best! Again because we are often not alone a look can allow us to share a joke or sometimes even plan an evening.
Longing – I think it was longing that got me to where I am today. It’s true that I was very, very slow to get here but the longing to be close to Nick, the longing for him to know my thought on dominance, submission and spanking, mostly the longing for the courage to tell him everything. It was the longing that got me here.
Letters – my son went through a period of writing real letters – snail mail folks! I cherish those letters. Letters written by hand are always going to be special. Even though these are very memorable I consider every letter I get by email special too. You can’t beat the written word.
After a weekend away and a week home (making snacking easier) I was up just under a half pound. Nick doesn’t spank for that small a gain since our scales can change that much with in minutes but I still wish it had not been a gain, even a small one.
But I did have an interesting experience today. I was ready for church looking in the mirror and for the first time in nearly forever I didn’t feel like I looked fat. Oh I don’t mean anyone would ever call me skinny but I no longer feel fat. It was a really good feeling. I am also with in a few pounds of changing that middle number!! That will be a real boost so I really want to get there. But just feeling more comfortable with myself is worth all the work
This is an interesting time of year for me, a very stressful time of year for teachers. In one way time speeds up as I realize all I need to cover before big test at the end of the year. All the little extras that have to be done to finish up start coming at you. Colleagues and administers, facing the same stresses, become more short tempered and mixed with all this is the fact that the kids behavior goes all to heck!! Let’s just say my job is not pleasant and relaxing these days.
So what would help? Oh come on, we all know the answer to that! A good spanking every night at bedtime would truly relieve stress and another in the morning before I left would send me to work with a smile on my face and a loving secret in my heart to help me fight off constant annoyances nipping at my heels all day. But that is not going to be happening.
For one thing we don’t live alone. I’m not complaining, Mollie will be gone too soon for my liking as it is. But having a teen in the home in not conduce for the time needed for a long slow stress reliving spanking. Neither is it good for the fast on the spot treatment that can be so effective.
But to tell you the truth I have two conflicting feelings about all this right now. I know frequent consistent spanking would make me feel much better and I think it would be good for me. At the same time I just don’t feel like messing with it at all. I need my mind in the game for spanking to be fun and productive and my mind is not there right now!
I finally wrote Nick another assignment the other day. I hadn’t been keeping up with that lately and he hadn’t said anything so I figured not hearing anything wasn’t really bothering him either. I told him of my blah feelings. He answered the email. He seemed pleased that I had written and he agree that our lives weren’t really in a passionate ‘let’s play and jump each other’s bones’ mood at the moment. He continues to worry about finding a job, the current finical woes everywhere, and on top of all that his dad has just has surgery. Now my FIL seems to be doing well after this back surgery (if we can keep him from working in the garden and splitting wood for a while) but it has added to the overall stress these days.
Which finally brings me back to the title of this post, it’s all right. We’re in a lull (not unusual out here) and that’s all it is – a lull. Now when I first came out to Nick about all this and our sex life took off for the first time I was scared to death of a lull. I/we had been in a 23 year lull and the idea of going back to that was terrifying. But that fear has totally gone away as I see we have truly made and committed to the real life style changes. We love each other, we communicate with each other (still hard for me but I’m committed to it), we cuddle and snuggle in bed every night – a big change from the old day and overall I love this change as much as anything. And we don’t mind asking each other for what we really need or want.
I have no doubt that our sex drive and desire to play will be back in full force in the future and after that I am just as certain other lulls will follow. I think this is probably the pattern for most of us. So I am not going to let the worrying about a lull add to any other stresses and worries we have. I am looking forward to a bit of play and good old passionate love making when ever we are both in the mood and really looking forward to those times when the idea of spanking, experimenting, and hot monkey sex is foremost in both our thoughts – it will be there again and I plan to be here bragging and sharing it all with you. I hope you will all share your good times out here too. After all there is something to be said for trying to keep up with your friends.
Friday again – I’m not as thrilled about this one as I usually am. This has been my week of Spring break and I not all that excited about going back to school. I am excited, however, to be able to post the third chapter of Help Wanted! I hope you have already read chapter one and chapter two but if not click on them and go back to catch up.
This story just gets better and better.Please enjoy…
HELP WANTED Chapter 3
Amy flew through her shower and had her makeup and hair done when the fax machine dinged. Her daily schedule, right on time. Grabbing it she scanned for the wardrobe choice then frowned. It called for linen slacks and a silk shirt for the morning work period. So, it was going to be business as usual. He just humored her to get her to leave. Deeply disappointed, Amy was pulling the uniform of the day out of the closet when the machine dinged again. Surprised, she ran to see what was so important that it took two pages in one day.
Amy, Please cancel previous orders . We will be leaving the ship, a Bag will be packed for you. Casual clothing will be fine. Departure following breakfast. RJ
Well, well, Mr. Control was changing the plans for the day. That came as a bigger surprise than his permission to dress herself. Giggling, Amy ran to the closet to find just the right thing.
RJ watched in frank admiration as Amy coolly entered the solarium in a white sundress that showed off her tan. The neckline left little doubt that she was skipping foundation garments for the days outing. He found himself wondering if that extended to skipping panties as well. Acting as if it were a regular day Amy seated herself and served their normal breakfast of fruit and muffins. Knowing he disliked chatter she waited for him to tell her the plans for the day.
"We will be flying out as soon as the pilot is ready. I expect to be back tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I feel it would be a mistake to muddy the waters of our contract. Therefore we will be taking a break. I am inviting you to join me for an evening on a quiet island, no obligations, just a chance to get to know one another. It is voluntary. Once we return to this ship, the contract will continue."
Reaching across the table to take her hand RJ gave her one more chance to back out.
"Will you please join me for a day of relaxing on the beach?"
"Why, I would love to Mr. Drake. Will anyone else be joining us?"
"No, the pilot will drop us and return at the arranged time. Unless you would prefer we bring a small staff. If you would be more comfortable it can be”
"No, no," she interrupted, "just us is perfect."
Sighing with relief, RJ asked to steward to let the pilot know they were ready. An hour later they were landing on a small island with not a soul in sight. A small cove sheltered a stunning white sand beach and a small boat was tied at the end of the dock. While they looked over the scenery the pilot ran ahead and returned shortly with a dune buggy. Enough boxes to feed 20 people joined the wheelchair and several overnight bags in the back. Once in the buggy RJ waved the pilot on and then hurried forward to avoid the rotor wash from the helicopter as it rose. A path led between the palm trees and opened to a portico in front of a small but lovely cottage. The sandy path gave way to a concrete driveway leading to the front door.
"This is no four star hotel." he cautioned. "We're on our own. I built this place after the accident. I needed a place to get away and fend for myself. I come here several times a year for peace and quiet."
Swinging the wheelchair out he made a smooth transfer and escorted her inside. It was a simple floor plan, the front half offering a kitchen and sitting area, the rear, a bedroom and bath. Each wall had large, floor to ceiling windows, cranked open to catch the breeze and doors opening to the covered patio that ran around the entire house. A sundeck extended off of the bedroom. Each area had cabinets built in low for easy access. Amy was enchanted with the simple elegance.
"It's beautiful! How can you stand to ever leave?"
"Too much of a good thing can render it ordinary. I come here to be alone, but I do have responsibilities and a business to run, I can't hide out forever."
Amy noted the completely masculine air to the décor, the place looked perfect for him, sleek, uncluttered and efficient, but totally gorgeous. On impulse, she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you for sharing this place with me."
"I've never brought anyone here before, but it seemed like the perfect place for us to get to know each other." Tipping her face to his, he kissed her deeply. "I want our time to be special for both of us." And I want to remember you here after you've moved on, he thought, kissing her again.
Scooping her up onto his lap, RJ wheeled them into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. He ached with wanting her but resolved to make this last, for both of them. He wanted their day off to be perfect for her, just holding her, feeling her arousal was close enough to perfect for him.
Amy felt like she was drowning. Whatever it was must be chemical, she mused, he was definitely not her usual type. Of course, falling for the pretty boys with no ambition was how she ended up on this trip in the first place. There was something so solid about him. Even if he was cold sometimes, she wondered if maybe he was just protecting himself. There must be hundreds of women chasing after a rich, good-looking guy like him. Sure, that was why she was here, no reason to hide from the hired help, she was safe and expendable.
Feeling her stiffen and withdraw, RJ knew it was too good to be true. She was just like the rest, dazzled by his money but he didn't have enough to overcome those stumps once they got a closer look.
"I am sorry; this is a mistake, Amy. We'll be leaving as soon as the pilot returns, I'll try to reach him before he gets to the ship."
"You bring me here, treat me like something you bought and paid for, and then get upset if I don't just roll over and spread my legs out of pure gratitude? You miserable bastard."
RJ didn't see it coming until it was too late. Her hand cracked against the side of his face snapping his head back and causing him to topple over. He rolled with the impact and caught her other hand, pulling her onto the bed and across his lap in one smooth motion. Furious at her for daring to slap him and himself for daring to hope she would be different, he blistered her bottom until she was sobbing, then left her there crying miserably.
After a few minutes his temper cooled and he was able to acknowledge her biggest offense had been getting inside of his defense. It wasn’t the first time he wanted something he couldn’t have, probably not the last either. Steeling himself for the big “just not meant to be” speech he returned to the bedroom to find her face down, red bottom wreathed with her gauzy dress, and sobbing as if her heart were broken. The sight of his handprint on the creamy skin of her thigh, as if he had marked her as his private property, caused a tightening in his groin. Determined to make up to her for losing his temper he sat next to her and began gently rubbing the sting out of her soft skin.
“Please, don’t pretend that you care about me, it only makes this worse. I have made a big enough fool of myself over you. All you had to do was say no. I hoped to make love with you, but I refuse to be a paid fuck.”
RJ was stunned. He thought it was his handicap that put her off.
“What are you talking about? You’re the one that got cold feet once you got a good look at me. And no one is talking about paying you to fuck, and I don’t expect to hear such language from you again. Things were fine and then you pulled away, looked at me like I was some kind of freak.”
“All I could think of was how you could have anyone you wanted, but you were here with me, because I’m just the hired help, so it doesn’t really count.”
Pulling her up to face him, RJ soothed her and wiped her tears.
“Listen to me; I am here because I want very much to make love to you, not because you work for me, but in spite of it. If you want to leave just say so, we’ll go back to the boat and pretend this never happened. If we stay here, I am going to do my best to make sure this is a night we both remember.”
Amy finally looked him in the eye, “I want to stay, if you do.”
“Let’s start over then.” Leaning forward he gently brushed her mouth with his lips, giving her every chance to set the pace. To his delight she returned his kiss with abandon, slipping her tongue deep in his mouth and melting against him. His hands clutching her hot bottom reminded her of how it felt to be over his lap and she moaned into his mouth.
“I am so sorry for losing my temper.”
Turning her onto her stomach he gently kissed the heated flesh until she was desperate for more. Lifting her to her knees he took in the sight of her, spread open to him, the scent of her arousal strong, her delicate folds framed by the still red bottom. Sliding his fingers inside her he traced his tongue over the swollen nub at her center until she dissolved in spasms. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath he pulled her back onto his lap and slid deep inside, pulling her dress over her head, he rocked them gently and pulled on her extended nipples.
“Oh, please, I want, oh,” Amy babbled with the sensation building.
“I know exactly what you want, but first you get what you need.”
Slowly, teasing and tantalizing, he played her body, drawing another shattering orgasm from her before he began lifting her, his arms under her thighs, holding her open and allowing him to slide deep inside. Knowing he could not hold back much longer he paced himself to her rhythm, and feeling her begin to shudder, lost himself in her sweetness.
They dozed in each other’s arms, a light breeze playing over their sweat slick bodies, until the setting sun brought a chill to the air.
“Thank you, Amy, for one of the most perfect afternoons of my life. I have been thinking about your mouth, swollen and soft from lovemaking, smiling just like you’re doing now.”
“Every time you punish me I hope you will hold me and kiss me afterwards. You make me feel so safe. I hate going to bed alone, wishing you were there.”
“Well I’m here now, and I’m starving. How about a picnic by moonlight?”
“You wait right here, I want my picnic in bed.”
Amy ran off to the kitchen and soon returned with a platter of sandwiches and fruit, and a bottle of chilled white wine. After much begging RJ relented and called to cancel the pick up flight. He was in no hurry to return to work, and even less hurry to go back to separate beds. A few days spent in bed with a beautiful woman was not a bad deal, especially one who was willing to get her fanny warmed first.
Amy just knew if she could keep him away from the yacht for a few days he would see that they could never go back to the way things were before. The thought of being sent off to bed, all alone, with a hot bottom, was too depressing.
He may not know it yet, but they were meant for each other, and she wasn’t going to give up until she made him admit it.
Now please don’t worry. There is more to come, and again my thanks to my anonymous friend and fantastic writer. I have has a few more Fantasy Friday story sent to me and I can’t say thank you enough to these folks. But just because I have a few doesn’t let you off the hook – I always need more and I hope some of you are going to try a story and share it with the rest of us. Send any stories to email@example.com
My boy is driving to Washington DC today, somewhere he has never been before. He is traveling with two friends. I know LJ is 21 years old now, but I also know that this boy could get lost walking down the hallway in our house. Directionally challenged is a mild way of putting it. We loaned him our GPS to help with this trip but you don’t think that stops me from worrying do you.
I sent him the following email with a little advice. If you can think of anything to add please let me know. Will either my children or I ever get old enough so that I won't feel the need to keep giving advice?
Could you let me know before you leave. I mean God always pay attention but mothers still have a need to remind Him.
So here are a few things I just need to tell you, indulge me please.
Don't rush, give yourself plenty of time. We passed 5 cars pulled by HW Patrol in Raleigh with in a 3 mile stretch last weekend. Plus we have notice that VA really patrols their highways carefully!! They do not like speeders.
Keep your phone charged.
Take your AAA card.
If you have an extra key let one of the other keep it with them.
Check the air in your tires.
Stop when you need to or you get sleepy.
Don't leave Boone (the GPS) on the dash.
Find out where the bad/dangerous part of DC are and avoid them like the plague.
It's a big city, wouldn't hurt to keep your wallet in your front pocket and don't carry ALL your cash with you.
Make sure you do take some cash.
Look both ways before you cross the street.
Don't drink and drive.
Don't do drugs.
Brush your teeth.
Don't run with scissors.
And above all else CALL YOUR MOTHER!!
I'm sure I will think of more things I need to share with you soon, I'll text.
I have several friends out here whose real or blogging name is a K name. I am grateful for them. Several of these nice folks write for Fantasy Friday too. I’m really grateful for them and their help.
Keys – Mollie has recently reminded me of how important keys are, car keys, house keys, keys to get in at work, sometimes even keys to a friends home – all these give you freedom, power and a sense that you are trusted.
Kindness – there is not enough of this in the world so I try to pay attention when I see it. I work with 11 and 12 year olds. They are not always kind. But when I see them being kind to each other I let them know what that means to me and how mature it makes them appear. I work hard to be kind to other, I don’t always make it, but I really try.
Kink – Oh boy this is one of my favorites!! I have lived with out kink in my life. It’s doable. But boy life is more fun and exciting with a little kink thrown in.
Kids – love my own, love the ones I teach.
Kitchen – I am grateful we have one and very, very grateful that I don’t spend much time there.
Krispy Kreme – I don’t think there is a more delicious food on this planets that a fresh, hot krispy kreme donut.
Kittens – I really do love kitten, even when they become cats. I really want another kitten but I think it’s a choice between a new kitten or my old husband. I think I’ll keep Nick.
Kiss – Remember you first kiss? That was so exciting, making out in high school, maybe college. Remember when you first started dating the one you love? I bet there was a lot of kissing then. I still love kissing. I need to put that on my ‘do more often’ list.
I haven’t got much to complain about with the diet. After my weekend to see my fellow triplets I was worried about a gain but I was actually down just a tiny bit from the week before. And that was with only getting to the gym 2 days instead of five.
Then this past weekend was an eat-fest with all the family members to eat out with. But I can get to the gym much more often this week and I will watch my snacking while I’m home. I think that seeing my older relatives makes me more determined to hit the gym as often as I can.
After helping my parents as they got older I know the truth of the statement “Old age ain’t for sissies!” I know/hope that some day I will be old. Things are going to go wrong in my body eventually but when I get there I want to be at a decent weight, I want my bones as strong as possible. I want to be flexible. I want my heart strong and the thing is – I can’t wait until the last minute to start doing all these things! I am in much better shape than I was three years ago. I still don’t eat completely healthy but I’m better.
These are the years when I should be working to get myself in the best shape I can. I hate to see old people in rest homes denied salt and sweets for medical reasons. Folks let me tell you if I get to that point – mid-eighties, confined to a nursing home – they better give me anything I want to eat. Fried foods and starches! I want as much junk food as you can bring me, chocolate, cookies, cake, ice cream, pork rinds, cheese cake, cheetos – shoot I might even take up smoking!! But until then, I’ll be good. I'll watch what I eat and keep up the exercise but at least this way I have something to look forward to!!
We made it home and I still have a whole week off! I plan to work on school work tomorrow and then not think of work again until next Monday.
Our trip to see relatives was fun – at least for me, and Nick and Mollie were good sports. I saw my aunt, 96, twice and wrote notes to communicate. She can’t hear but she can still read and answer my question. Then I saw my two first cousins – aren’t cousins supposed to be close to your age? Not these! All 7 of there kids are older than me. They are 79 and 81 but I still get a real kick out of them.
We drove out to my grandfather’s old farm. The house burnt when my mom was 6 years old, around 1925. A very nice young couple has it now; they have 2 kids, cats, dogs, goats, donkeys, guineas, chickens, and horses. I want to live there! We were able to give them a picture of my great-grandfather’s house that was taken standing on where their deck is now. The house is gone but the foundation is still there.
I didn’t have much time on the computer this weekend. Just checked a few emails but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t blogging. I have several stories I am working on in my head. A few post I want to write and some emails I want to send. The car is a good place for mind blogging. Actually anywhere is good for mind blogging and I am usually doing it. Too bad I can’t mentally type; I sure would have more to show for my time.
But I am back at the keyboard now and enjoying typing as fast as I can.
Happy Friday everyone! I hope you all enjoy your Easter weekend and time with family if you can. Today for Fantasy Friday we are continuing the story we began last week – Help Wanted. Click on the title if you would like to go back and refresh your memory. I read the first part and liked it; I got to read the rest and was firmly hooked so you do have more to look forward to!
Amy stretched slowly then ran to the mirror to inspect her backside. It was amazing that he could inflict that much pain and never leave a mark. A week into this odd arrangement she was convinced he was looking for reasons to punish her. When she accused him of setting her up for failure he simply laughed, then assured her that her contract did not require a reason, he could punish her for his own enjoyment if he wanted. Astonished that he would admit he spanked her for pleasure she called him several nasty names and found herself upended for an extra, mid-day session. Even more surprising was her own reaction. Not only did it hurt far more than she had expected, but she found herself wishing he would make a pass at her. Each time he pulled her across his lap she found herself wiggling, hoping to feel some sign of arousal on his part. Horny and irritable, she gave up on sleep and decided to make an early visit to the gym.
Slipping quietly into the gym to avoid disturbing the staff Amy was shocked to find RJ hard at work on the slant board. Clutching a large weight disc to his chest, eyes closed and wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts and headphones, he did not see or hear her entrance. Watching from the shadowed doorway she was surprised at what good shape he was in. A wide leather strap anchored his waist to the bench and his muscles rippled with each pull. Seeing him like this made her wonder how his ex-wife could say he was less than a whole man. Seeing him like this made her wonder why he didn’t respond to her teasing.
Just then RJ’s eyes opened, the unexpected sight of Amy in workout gear caused a telltale bulge of reaction under the thin shorts. Annoyed at his loss of control, he took it out on her.
“This is my private time, go back to your room and stay there until your scheduled time.”
“I don’t think so, we have some things to discuss and now is as good a time as any.”
Gathering her courage, Amy went to him, kneeled at his side, and softly touched her lips to his.
“I couldn’t sleep for thinking about you. Wondering why you aren’t attracted to me, why you would rather spank me than make love.”
“This is a business arrangement. Would you be happier were I to treat you as a whore?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Drake, I won’t bother you again. If I find you attractive it is my problem, not yours.”
“How many dollars does it take to make up for two good legs? Did you think a sympathy fuck was worth something to me? Maybe a bonus in it for you?”
His harsh tone and deliberate cruelty hurt worse than any spanking he had given. Tucking her chin to hide the sudden tears that threatened to spill she started to rise but found her wrists caught in a vise like grip.
“As long as you’re here I might as well get what I paid for.”
A touch of a button repositioned the bench so he was seated. Pulling her over his lap he started fast and hard bringing a sting to her bottom through the spandex that soon had her wiggling. Pausing just long enough to roll her shorts to her knees, she couldn’t catch her breath before he started again on her now bare flesh. None of his usual pauses, no comments about how red she was getting, just hard, non-stop punishment. Soon she was sobbing, limp with total surrender. He realized he had punished her for making him want to break his own rules, and he had done so more harshly than she deserved. Her bottom was a deep red, mottled with purple, swollen and tender looking, and his hand hurt. Wishing he could take it back he gently rubbed her tortured flesh and tried to find the words to apologize.
“It’s okay, I am sorry I lost my temper. Just catch your breath and everything will be all right.”
The change in his voice was more than she could stand; completely drained from the emotional roller coaster she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder. Babbling her promises to be good, to try harder, to be good enough that he would like here a little, to never try to kiss him again.
He stroked her back and soothed her until the worst was over, but the heat of her burning bottom pressing against his thin shorts tortured him as surely as his hand had her. When she turned her tear stained face up to him he did what he had been thinking of since the first time he had seen her soft full mouth. The salt of her tears mingled with the sweetness of her mouth; instead of fear or disgust she returned his passion. RJ was lost.
Long moments later, twined together, he came up for air, caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirrored wall and burst out laughing.
"We look like a couple of horny teenagers caught in the back seat of Daddy's sedan."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you do something you don't want to do." Amy started to rise, but he pulled back against him for another deep kiss.
"The problem was how much I wanted to, still do. I don't want you to feel like this is part of the package; you don't owe me anything but what is in our contract."
"This isn't about your damn contract! I find you interesting and attractive and I wish to get to know you better, this is NOT sympathy." Taking his hand she boldly slid it between her legs, the silk of her arousal was unmistakable. "I surrender. But we're not kids, we have all of the time in the world, and this belt is cutting me in two. I'll grab a quick shower and meet you for breakfast in 30 minutes."
Smiling happily Amy tugged her tight shorts over her swollen bottom and headed for her room. She wanted to get ready for what promised to be a very interesting day.
To be continued...
I told you it just keeps getting better didn’t I? My anonymous friend is very good at this isn’t she? There are a few more chapters so keep coming back. I have also received a new story from a new writer and both Kaylynn and Florida Dom tell me they are writing. Now if I can get just a few more of you to try just one story. Give it some thought and send any stories to firstname.lastname@example.org
I feel like we just got back from our visit with Eva and Adam and Mthc and David and now we are off again. Friday we are headed out to see some family, two cousins in their 80’s and an aunt that is 95. This may not sound so exciting to most of you but I really like all these folks so I’m pretty happy. Mollie is going with Nick and me and we will be able to stop by for a short visit with LJ on our way home on Easter Sunday. And another great thing – beginning Friday I have 10 straight days off!!
Work has been a bear lately. I won’t go into it or I will depress myself and this is my ‘happy place’ so I won’t go there but Nick know how stressed I’ve been. And today, bless his heart, he took care of thing. I guided him to Hermione’s site but he took the hint right away and this afternoon I got some wonderful stress relief. He even mentioned that I have not been doing my assignments lately. I didn’t think he had noticed or was very interested anymore so that made me feel better. We both know how much TTWD has improve our marriage and even though everyone have lulls I don’t want to let ourselves drift too far. It was a good afternoon.
Be sure to come by for Fantasy Friday this week. The story began last week and I’m sure you will like the continuation. And although I don’t usually find a new blog without someone else telling me about it I have found one I want to ask you to check out. Spank and Love is a very new site by a lovely young woman. She is from a culture very different from ours. There are no sex shops or places to buy spanking toys. English is her second language (and I think she is very good at this second language). But as we have learned out here spankos are everywhere. I am glad she has started a blog because she needs a place to explore her interest in spanking. She is looking for other to talk with and compare experiences. I know she is happy to have found other blogs so that she knows this interest is normal.
She has posted a meme that she found at Cassie’s Space (and yes she knows all about who Cassie is) so this might be a good time to pop in and learn a little about my new friend. If you can, leave a comment and say hello. I think she would be very happy to be able to talk to a few of us.
I’ll have Nick’s computer on the trip this weekend – you know I don’t want to be with out one! Stay in touch.
How do we make our children feel special? I know we all try. I know I want mine to feel special but I don’t think Mollie will ever be one to realize how special she really is. I think Mollie is very happy. She is well adjusted and content with who she is – but she doesn’t feel special. I think she really believes, or at least used to believe, that I love LJ the best. That is not true and has never been true!! But I know why she must think it sometimes.
LJ was the easiest child in the world to raise. As soon as he could understand what we were saying to him he did everything we asked. He was the typical first child, wanted to please. He did well in school, did his homework without being asked. Did anything we ask to help around the house, just an all round easy kid.
And then came my baby! Now Mollie was perfect too the first year. But then she learned to walk and talk! And all heck broke lose in our house!! That child would argue with a fence post! No matter what I said to her there was an argument. She fussed about her socks, didn’t want to wear shoes, wouldn’t let me comb her hair, and wouldn’t listen to anything I ever said. She didn’t want to do her homework, didn’t want to clean her room, didn’t want to do anything we asked her to do.
So I know what she saw – me never fussing at LJ and always on her back. She also saw LJ as special - older, in academically gifted classes, on stage, nominated for and attended Governor’s school, well known and liked in the community, even being gay and having a great boyfriend made him seem special. But she doesn’t see herself as special.
She is WRONG!! This is such a special child. As she got a little older around 10 or 11 we really began to grow close. She is a live wire around here. Talks all the time and I love to hear her rattle on. This girl is smart, beautiful, thoughtful, loving and funny! Her teachers and everyone at church go out of their way to tell me what a wonderful kid she is. She had her first babysitting job at the age of 7, I think that says responsible!
I often share the things others say about her with her and she just grins and shrugs. She has such a good head on her shoulder and she is practical. She tells me she won’t ever be on stage like her brother, she won’t ever be asks to join two major symphonies in our state at the age of 15 as her cousin has just been asked to do and she won’t be designing costumes for the theater as another cousin is studying to do. She sees them as ‘special’ and herself as everyday. She wants to live in our little town and teach school like her mom. She doesn’t want to move to New York City and be ‘special’.
Recently Mollie was nominated for a short science and math program being offered to select high school students at one of our state colleges. She didn’t have great hopes of getting in but she wanted to go through the process to find out. She wrote essays and answered questions and then didn’t think much more about it. But out of all the students nominate from the all the high schools through out our state she was among the 40 they chose.