Sunday, January 30, 2011

Making friends, missing friends

Over the years I’ve given a lot of thought to why I’m here. I began blogging four and a half years ago. I know why I started. I had typed ‘spanking’ in the search engine hoping, I think, just to find some spanking pictures. I’m not sure I even knew what blogs were. Very soon I felt a little like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz when she opened the door into a technicolor world. I found that I wasn’t alone in my desire to be spanked. I found others, so many others, who enjoyed spanking as fun and erotic and for discipline reasons involving submission. I had found myself. Through the blogs – reading them, writing, commenting, receiving comments, I felt acceptance in a way I had never experienced before.

I found amazing friends here. That was the biggest shock. Although you meet new people and make casual friendships all your life, finding true friends – those with whom you can share you real thought, your dreams, your desires – strange though they may seem to most of the world, is rare after fifty. I have always been very aware of those that read my blog, whether they comment or not. Except for some Fantasy Fridays (where I really think the comments are directed to the different writers) I’ve answered nearly every comment that anyone has ever made. I know that some people are where I was so many years and they are just trying to find other in the spanking world that they can relate to. I know there were times I felt very close to some people who didn’t even know I was alive back before I began blogging or even began commenting.

Anyone who reads here knows I don’t always keep on topic. That’s never bothered me because I liked showing that spanko have a wide variety of interest, our marriages of course but also our kids, our jobs, our churches, our hobbies – we’re well rounded people!

Three wonderful blog have come to an end. These bloggers were kind enough to let us know that they were not going to be posting any longer. That’s much kinder than those that just vanish and cause those of us who have read and cared about them to wonder what has happened. Janet, SugarAnne and B’Man explained there reasons well and it seems that they both blogged and have decided not to blog for very legitimate reasons. But I’m still sad. I miss people when they leave the blogging world. I’m happy that they say they will still be reading some and hopefully commenting too. But I if I had my way they would all have just said “Right now we won’t be blogging regularly. If we have something we what to say or share we’ll pop in and let you know.” Okay that’s selfish on my part but that’s the way I feel.

I like my blogging friends, I hate to lose touch with any of them and I hope that my readers will let me know that they are out there because that the reason I blog. I love the contact with other.

Written by PK at 2:00 AM

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Friday, January 28, 2011

BIG NEWS!! and Fantasy Friday - Arguing, II

I’m so excited!! My baby girl got accepted at the college she wanted. Mollie had really been worried about this. This school has gotten much tougher to get into in the past few years and we really didn’t know which way it would go. I love seeing her this happy! Eventually it’s going to hit me that she will be leaving home, but for the moment I’m just going to be happy for her. Go Mollie!!

On a less important and definitely more annoying note, I managed to accidentally delete my entire blogroll last night. I think I have recreated it but I have no doubt that I’ve left someone off unintentionally. If you were on my blogroll but aren’t now, please let me know. And if you weren’t on it but would like to be just leave me a comment or email me.

And now finally – Fantasy Friday! Today’s story was written by a man. We have so few guys that will write for us. This writer was a friend of one of my readers and sent this one several years ago when I was running low on stories. He asked at that time to remain anonymous so I’ll stick to that. But I really appreciate him sharing this story with us.

Please enjoy…

Arguing

They had been arguing all day long about the most trivial matters until it had grown into a full-blown shouting match. As usual, he retreated to his lair in the den, plopped down in front of the television and opened a beer, planning to make his own dinner out of beer and leftover pizza.

The funny thing is that neither one of them could remember what they were fighting about in the first place. It couldn't have been all that important, except that, somehow, it had become important for each of them to "win" the argument, even when they no longer remembered the substance of the thing.

As usual, one hundred channels and there was nothing on. He settled on talking heads arguing politics and picked up the newspaper. When he was reading the world outside ceased to exist. She had come to understand that little part of his personality. He literally did not hear what was being said to him when he had his nose in a book or in the newspaper.

For her part, she had retreated to her garden for a while, watering the potted flowers, inspecting the roses for aphids, pulling up an occasional weed, but her heart wasn't in it. "What was that all about?" she asked herself. She remembered it had something to do with him never listening to her and her never respecting his opinions on anything. The fight was all a blur, but she felt inside that if that she did nothing it could be more than that - much more. And, as she well knew, she couldn't count on HIM to reopen the dialogue. He would be sitting in that ratty chair in the den, drinking a beer and sulking. It was up to her to make the first move. But, what?

As she was showering away the grime and sweat and nastiness of the day, she was absent-mindedly shaving her armpits when she had an inspiration. This time, when she shaved her legs, she decided not to stop at the thighs, but to keep going. She had never done this before, and it felt somehow nasty and thrilling at the same time. She worried about cutting herself, so it took a while, but when she finished she admired herself in the mirror and touched her freshly shaven snatch. "Not bad," she mused. And, she decided on her course of action.

She found him exactly where she knew he would be, with two empty cans on the coffee table at his elbow. The Sunday paper was in a heap of inside-out sections, thoroughly read, even the Living section he usually just sniffed at as though it were beneath his manly brain to stoop to read about spring fashions and the benefits of breast-feeding showed signs of being used.

It was easy to sneak up from behind because he was so engrossed in a story about how often to change furnace filters. She was dressed in his favorite teddy and high heels, and her perfume filled the little room. It would have announced her entrance if he had been paying attention, which he wasn't, really, although somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain he suddenly had a vision of her laying across the bed, looking up at him and smiling. He rattled the newspaper, and felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging him gently.

"I'm sorry, babe," she started. "I feel so silly getting into such a fight about nothing."

He wasn't quite sure where this was going, but he wasn't about to ruin a good neckrub. The paper fell to his lap. He had to think of something to say, so he grunted.

She strolled around to the front of the chair, and with exagerrated movements settled her backside half on his lap and half on the arm of the Lazy Boy. His eyes were fixed squarely on her face now - well maybe not just on her face - as he took in the whole scene. A smile rose from his lips to his eyes. "I'm sorry, too." He didn't know why he was sorry, really, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"You're right," she announced. "I don't give you the respect you deserve. You work hard all week, and you deserve for your home to be a refuge from the outside world. I've been very bad." She let that last word sink in before continuing. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

Now they both knew how she could "make it up to him." He patted her rump. "I think we can find a way." He pulled her closer and kissed those lucious lips that had attracted him the very first time they had met. She slid down off of the chair and handed him his wide cowboy belt that he wore on "special occasions" when he wanted to think he could have grown up to be a cowboy if only he had grown up in Texas or Oklahoma instead of the flatlands of Indiana. He stood up and pulled her into a positioin over the arm of the chair with her rump at just the right height for his hand.

"Wait a minute," she started. She was having second thoughts, but they had gone too far for that, too far to back out now. He was in the heat of the moment as he rubbed her gorgeous ass. She tried to get up, but he had her pinned down with the weight of his arm. He felt the heat rising within him as his hand began a slow, methodical tatoo from one side of her ass to the other, bottom to top and back again. She began to squirm to avoid the blows as they began to pick up the pace, hard now, insistent, punishing. Her cheeks were blushing pink - all four of them - as he turned to seize the belt.

"Stop it!" she was hollering. She hadn't meant - not really ... But, he was beyond listening to her cries for reason as the belt came whistling down across both cheeks at once. The pain was nothing compared to the sound. She knew now she was in for it, a sound thrashing. The red spread as the belt did its job, falling again and again. By the fourth time, the blows were so hard she rose off her feet. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she began to sob and argue, trying to reason with him. "You're being too rough! You're hurting me! I hate you!" But, he couldn't stop now. Her teddy was hiked up to her armpits, and her ample tits were swaying back in forth in time with the belt. Ten, twenty, thirty times it rose and fell, fast and hard. Her ass was aflame, and she felt that old, familiar stirring deep within her. She began to relax, even, in tune with the spanking, going to that place where she hadn't gone in so long.

He stopped to admire his handiwork for a moment and lifted her up by her arms. She was sobbing, broken, and so very, very turned on. "Fuck me, daddy," she whispered. "Fuck me here! Fuck me now! Take me hard and deep!" She had her hands on the front of his pants and knew that she was about to get exactly what she wanted. She had his pants off in a flash, and squatting before him, she worked him into a frenzy with her lips and tongue. He pushed her away, gently now, and laid her across the arm of the chair again. Now, it was his turn, as he showed his appreciation for her sacrifice with his tongue and his fingers, kissing her upturned ruined bum, exploring the space between her thighs, hot and wet and ready for him. His tongue was everywhere, licking and poking and stroking. He sucked her clitoris between his lips and felt her shudder. His hands stroked her nipples and pinched them hard as he stood and slid himself into her - warm and tight. He stroked into her, holding her hands behind her to drive his mindless member deeper into the warm sweetness that she had become. She moaned and panted, feeling him in her, against her, above her until with a squeal her tension was released. She bucked against his thighs and felt him explode deep inside of her, hot and sticky.

Neither one of them wanted to move, but finally he pulled away, shriveled and spent. They embraced hard, as if they wanted to become one person instead of two, wanted to share the exact same space in the universe. His hands massaged her burning cheeks as they hugged and kissed and explored one another with their tongues. As the moment passed, she smiled up at him. "Maybe I'll just have to pick another fight tomorrow."

~~o0o~~


I loved this story. Anon, thanks again and please keep writing. I hope there are more of you are writing. Remember everyone has a story in them somewhere! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

To think or not to think

I like posting. I’ve been keeping a journal of one kind or another since I was 15, and that lot’s longer than I like to think about! But posting here obviously means giving thought to the blogs topic, TTWD, DD, submission, dominance and surrendering. I know Nick and I want the same thing. I know we are not on the same page on how to get to that point and stay there. Sometimes I need to just stop thinking so I won’t get down. When that happens I just retreat into myself and block out most all feelings. Eventually then not thinking gets me down. I don’t expect anyone to know what I’m talking about, I just needed to post.

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Thinking around corners

I’m wondering what my friends out here think about corner time. I know one thing about it, and that is that there are very few picture I’ve found depicting it the way I see it in my mind. I started thinking about this when I was looking for Fantasy Friday pictures for last week.

We’ve never done corner time. Not sure I would want to, but like most things that can be included in a dd relationship, it does hold a certain attraction for me. It is such a dominate/submissive exchange. I know some people view corner time as childish and demeaning, I disagree. I mean if we, as a group, don’t feel that way about spanking why should we feel that way about corner time? It provides a time of calm and quiet reflection. Not about the problems of the world, it’s a time to reflect on the relationship you have with the one you love. Something has happened to get you to that corner. Maybe you’ve been spanked; maybe you’re going to be. Corner time is a time that you can gather yourself, reflect, and accept. I think it could be a plus in a dd relationship.

I spend a lot of time thinking about dominance and submission. I used to think I could be (wanted to be) submissive. I don’t know. I do know that Nick does not want a submissive wife. He wants an equal partner. Now what wife could complain about that? Of course not being in the roles of dominate and submissive doesn’t mean we can’t have the occasional power exchange.

Sometimes he does make requests. I know he likes me to be in bed by midnight. Usually I make it, not lately. Today he did mention that I’ve been late several nights this last week. I really didn’t think he’d noticed or that it was important to him anymore. So why do I stay up late? Do I do it to see if it still matters to him? Do I do it to try and push him into some reaction? Do I do it because I like staying up late? To tell the truth I really don’t know. Maybe I’ll find a nice quiet corner and think about it.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Fantasy Friday - New Years Resolution

So happy to tell you we have a brand new Fantasy Friday today. Up until yesterday we were looking at another repost. I think reposts are fine, they’re new for many of my readers. However, I love to be able to post new fantasy stories. Today’s story is from my friend Mary. Mary has written for us before and you can read her other Fantasy Friday stories here and here. So on this cold Friday (for everyone except Grace) I hope you will enjoy this hot story.

New Year’s Resolution

“You ready to go jogging?” Rob asked just as Liz had made herself comfortable on the couch, snuggled with a blanket and the remote.

“Now???” Liz moaned. My movie is just about to start.

“Yes, now. Go put some exercise shorts on.”

“But it’s cooooold outside!”

“It may be January but it is 55 degrees. I don’t think you will freeze. Now, hop to it.” Rob emphasized the last comment with a swat to her backside as he pulled her up off the couch.

Ten minutes later Liz came sauntering down the stairs, still grumbling under her breath….something about stupid New Year Resolutions and why did he have to choose today of all days to decide to enforce them, when she had obviously made prior plans with a blanket and the couch all afternoon.

“Cheer up. A little run and fresh air will help you feel better and you’ll be proud of yourself for sticking with it.” Rob was still trying to encourage her, but she gave him a pouty face.

They headed outside and started jogging down their street. Now, Rob is an Army Captain and takes an annual PT test, including a 3 mile run. His PT test was coming up the next month, so he planned on running a full three miles. Liz is not a runner by any stretch of the imagination, but she had resolved this year to intentionally exercise at least three days a week. Rob had now decided that it was his duty as HOH to enforce her resolution. After they jogged about a half mile down the road, Liz was huffing and puffing and obviously struggling to keep up.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Why don’t you continue walking along our road at a brisk pace while I run ahead and finish out the three miles. You can try to jog a little more once you catch your breath and I’ll meet back up with you in a little while. Remember, you need to keep your heart rate elevated for at least thirty minutes for good cardio health.”

Liz couldn’t believe her ears. He was leaving her to continue walking at her own pace. She was almost giddy with excitement as a plan began to hatch in her mind.

“Ok honey. That sounds good. Have a nice run.”

“Alright. Try to build up your endurance a little bit. The more you work at it, the easier it will get.” He gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead and jogged off in the opposite direction.

Liz started walking down the road, but kept glancing over her shoulder, checking to see when Rob turned the corner off their street. As soon as he was out of sight, she began sprinting back home. She knew the three mile route he was running and that it would be about 30 minutes before he turned back onto their street. Not enough time to watch her movie, but she could at least check facebook and any blog updates.

Once inside, she made a beeline for the computer and quickly glanced through her recent updates on facebook. She commented here and there on some status updates and then checked her blogroll for any new entries. She started reading a new story by one of her favorite bloggers and then one of her friends opened up a chat window with her. They started chatting and Liz quickly lost track of time.

As Rob turned back onto their street, he looked up and down the road for Liz. Not seeing her on their road, he turned back onto the street behind them and then around another corner. Still looking, he came back another way through several more of their neighborhood roads. Still no sign of Liz. Getting a little worried, he ran back toward the house. His neighbors were outside taking down Christmas lights and he asked them if they had seen her walk by recently.

“Oh, yeah, she jogged by us probably 30 minutes ago. Looked like she was headed home.”

Relieved, but anger starting to set in, Rob thanked his neighbor and sprinted home. He had a sneaking suspicion as to his wife’s whereabouts so he quietly slipped through the back door, stopped by the bedroom for a minute and then walked into the kitchen, finding Liz sitting at the computer desk. Her back was to him, and she was so engrossed in her chat conversation that she had not heard him enter the house. Rob quietly moved forward, gripping the wooden paddle in his right hand, getting close enough to read the computer screen.

“I gotta run. Rob will be back soon. Can’t let him find me inside. ttyl”

Liz pushed herself out of the chair, leaning forward slightly on the desk, with her hand on the mouse, ready to shut down the computer, waiting to see if there was a final response from her friend before planning to dart back outside.

Before Liz knew what hit her, there was a sudden, loud, and hard CRACK impacting her perfectly positioned backside. Liz screamed and tried to run away just as Rob grabbed her arm and pulled her across his knee.

“Where are you headed in such a hurry?” Rob questioned.

“I was just….just…getting a drink of water. I was about to go right back outside” Liz stammered.

“Really??? Is that why the neighbors saw you come home over thirty minutes ago? And is that one of your spanko girlfriends you were chatting with? You can let her know that you just got busted. And let’s just check your facebook while we’re at it.” Rob knew her too well and Liz knew she was busted as Rob scanned through her chat conversation to discover it had lasted for a good twenty minutes and she had made comments on facebook over thirty minutes ago.

“I’m sorry! Really, I am! I only meant to stay inside for a minute, but I kind of lost track of time.”

Rob peeled down her shorts and began his lecture, punctuating each sentence with a hard pop from the wooden paddle.

“Yes, I know you are sorry. (smack!) You’re sorry that you got caught! (smack!) You had your little plan to get back outside before I got back, but you did lose track of time, by over thirty minutes!” The spanking really began now, as Rob thoroughly applied the paddle all over her upturned bottom and upper thighs. “Do you know how worried I was when I turned back down our street and there was no sign of you? I ran five more blocks through the neighborhood searching for you before I asked the neighbors and found out that you deliberately disobeyed me! And now, now you want to try and lie yourself out of it?!?!?” Rob then applied ten more hard smacks directly on Liz’s sit spots, alternating between each side.

Liz was a sobbing mess. It had been a long time since Rob had disciplined her, and she now realized how childish she had acted. She had disobeyed her husband and caused him undue stress and worry. She knew she deserved this spanking, but the pain was becoming intolerable. She was screaming as he paddled her sit spots. Then, as suddenly as the spanking began, Rob pulled her up and embraced her in a bear hug. Liz was relieved to hear him say, “I love you.” But then, the next words out of his mouth were, “Now, as for you losing track of time, I’m going to teach you exactly how long thirty minutes is. You are going to go stand in the corner, as you are, for a full thirty minutes...no rubbing.”

Liz was mortified. Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles, her backside was red and throbbing and her face was tear-stained. She started to protest, but then saw Rob tapping the paddle against his palm with a nod toward the corner. She knew that she was in no position to argue right now, so she slowly shuffled her feet over to the corner. The following thirty minutes seemed to last an eternity. The coolness of the air against her burning backside created even more of a burning sensation and the temptation to rub was greater than ever, but she had a pretty good feeling that Rob was watching her every move and that he had not put the paddle away yet.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Rob finally said, “Ok, you can come here now.”

Liz immediately began rubbing her sore bottom and shuffled toward Rob for another hug. He gently rubbed his hand over her warm bottom and gave her a little squeeze before saying, “Alright, young lady, pull up your shorts. You’ve got a thirty minute work-out ahead of you. Outside.”

Liz started to protest again. “But you can see how red my thighs are! It’s obvious that I was just spanked! I can’t go outside like this!”

“Guess you should have thought about that an hour ago when you decided to disobey.” Rob helped pull up her shorts and then nudged her toward the door with a tap of the paddle.

~o0o~

Mary, thank you again for helping out with Fantasy Friday. I sure hope you keep writing. And as always everyone is invited to send stories! Send any contributions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Thursday, January 20, 2011

The good wife

I called Nick yesterday, as I stopped by the store, to see if there was anything he particularly needed.

He said we were out of baked beans and he wanted some.



He said we were out of the lean cuisine I liked, so to get some of them too.



He said Mollie was out of the juice she likes.



And he said the dog was out of canned food.




I’m such a good wife. I got home with lean cuisine, juice and dog food. No baked beans. I didn’t forget them on purpose. But Nick did use the wooded spoon on purpose. Poor man, I may never get anything he wants from the store again.

Written by PK at 12:04 AM

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Monday, January 17, 2011

A question for you

Do you have one spanking you remember above all other? You know that one that really stands out in your mind when you think back over your spanking experience. I have one. Whenever I worry that it’s all over this memory give me hope.

We hadn’t been spanking long, we had found out it was very sexy but the idea of any discipline was only something we had talked about in theory. Nick had agreed to use it to help me lose weight but I wondered if he really would. Then came the day I wondered no more. We were alone in the house when Nick said “You are way too interested in what a real discipline spanking would be like. I think you might try to miss a goal just to see what it would be like, and maybe to see if I'll really do it.”

He then bent me over the end of the couch and I had my first hard spanking with his belt. WOW! OUCH!! DAMN!!! It hurt like hell. But even then I was thinking YES! That day I felt like Nick ‘got it’. He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t playing either. The spanking was short but it was intense. It was the first time I had ever bruised and I was sore for two days. I loved it! I hadn't asked for it, I wasn't expecting it, and it was all his idea. It was the first time it felt … real.

There have been many spankings since then and they have all been special in their own way but this is the one that stands out in my memory. It captured what I had dreamed of. So what about you? Do you have a spanking that stick out in your memory? That goes for spankers and spankees both. I’m really curious.

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Friday, January 14, 2011

Fantasy Friday, Playing Games, II

Happy Friday! I’ve been off school all week this snow has really been something although I know those of you who really get snow in the winter are laughing at us. I think it’s a pretty good day to stay in and real a hot Fantasy Friday story. This writer isn’t the best at fiction but she’ll still crank one out every now and then when the mood hits. I know for a fact she’s not the best because I wrote this one. Now if I can write one every now and then you should be able to also – think about it!

For now please enjoy…


Playing games

All of this started with one stupid phone call from the husband of a friend.

At the time all I could think of was “Why didn’t he just mind his own business and stay out of mine?”

“Kevin called”, Byron informed me as I came in the house, “why didn’t you tell me that you and Hannah got wasted and then you rode home with her in that condition?”

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” I snapped, “Kevin is a big mouth. Nothing happened, we’re fine. Just drop it.”

“You go out drinking and you ride home with someone who was drunk at the time and you want me to drop it. I’m going to blister your butt!”

I was stunned at this statement! We had been spanking for several months but it was all in fun. We had made up some rule I was to follow. Mostly silly things, but I knew Byron didn’t really take it seriously. I couldn’t believe he was saying this. But I wasn’t in the mood to go along.

“Just stop it” I snapped, “I am in no mood to play tonight. I’m going to bed.”

“So in spite of everything you’ve been saying about me being HOH and how you want discipline in your life you are the one who sees all this as a game. You even wrote all the ‘rules’ you are suppose to go by. Well I have been doing some thinking myself.”

Susan was surprised to see that Byron looked dead serious. He went on “I am the head of this house and tonight you are going to realize that fact. I don’t plan to run your life. But when you act this crazy and put your life as risk then I am going to have something to say.”

I wasn’t going to listen to any more of this and went to the bedroom and shut the door. That is my signal that I want to be alone and I was pissed when Byron followed me.

“Susan this IS going to happen but first you are going to stand in the corner and think about why you felt in necessary to put you life in danger.”

“Are you out of your MIND? I am NOT standing in any corner! That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of! You can forget it! It is NOT going to happen!”

Byron was much too calm when he said “Actually honey, it is.” Before I even realized what was happening he had pulled me over his knee and held me. That wasn’t easy because I was mad as hell and I was fighting him hard! I felt him reach over to his night stand and grab the hairbrush and quickly began spanking me fast and hard! Never had he spanked so hard! It hurt like hell!!

I kept yelling “Stop Byron! That really hurts!” Always in the past that would have ended the spanking but he was acting like he couldn’t even hear me. When he let me up I couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Damn it”, I snapped “that hurt! What the hell is the matter with you?”

“You always tell me a spanking is supposed to hurt, so I guess I am doing something right. Now you are going to the corner.”

I was about to continue my protest but I needed time to think and at this moment the corner seem as good a place as any. Fine, whatever! I thought to myself as I stomped over. I was still stunned by this whole confrontation. But not as much as I was when Byron’s next words were,

“Pants down, panties too.”

I exploded! “You have lost your fucking mind!” I screamed at him. Big mistake. He grabbed me around the waist and with one arm yanked down my sweats and panties! Then without a word he once again sailed into my sore ass with the brush!

It was at this late point in the confrontation that I realized, for the first time, that I really wasn’t in control. I had pretended before that he was in control but it had never really been true. I knew I had always had the power to stop anything I didn’t want.

With one last smack that sounded like a gun shot he said sternly “Not one more word and don’t move one inch out of that corner.”

My head was spinning, my ass was throbbing and my mind was racing! What had set him off, what was going on? I couldn’t believe all this had started because I had ridden a few miles with Hannah when she was a bit tipsy! But then the thought occurred to me – what if one of the boys had done that? Hadn’t I warned them both a million times? What if Byron had put himself it that kind of danger? The seriousness of what I had actually done began to hit home.

I had probably been there about 20 minutes when Byron returned. He called me over to him. “Have you had time to realize what you did, what could have happened, how devastated the boys and I would have been if something had happened to you? Do you know what you risked?”

I did know, I really did. “Byron I am so sorry. Never ever will I do anything so stupid again. I really do know how serious it was!”

“That’s good honey. And in a minute you are going to realize how serious I think it was.”

“But, but… you just spanked me! What do you mean?”

“Susan I spanked you for not going to the corner when I told you to. Now you are going to see how I feel about you riding with drunks!”

With that I was over the end of the bed and my ass was on fire again with the first stroke of his belt. I knew I couldn’t take much more. My safe word played around in my head but as much as I wanted it to stop I just couldn’t say it. The belt felt like it was searing my butt each time it landed! But at this time, for this offence I knew it was not a game we were playing and I wouldn’t say the safe word! My hands were dug into the bedclothes as if I were holding on for dear life.

Finally it stopped. I lay there sobbing as Byron gathered me in his arms and held me. He whispered quietly in my ear how much he loved me and how important I was to him. He had me roll over and very gently rubbed lotion on my burning bottom and thighs. I was amazed that anything could feel so good and hurt so much at the same time.

I slept then. When I woke I did so slowly. Shifting position I winced and clarity came to my mind. Byron was lying beside me.

“How you doing?” he asked.

I smiled back “I’m good” I answered. And I was, I was as good as I had ever been! I couldn’t believe that Byron had really cared enough to take charge as he had. I was still stunned!

“Okay so from now on”, he grinned, “how about we keep this spanking thing fun and erotic because other wise you are going to realize that this time I took it easy on you! The next time I might have to spank you hard!”


~~o0o~~

Hope you enjoyed it. If you have a Fantasy Friday to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Looks like there's hope

I’ve had a very interesting week. Had LJ and Collin here, loved my boys being home but having 2 more people in the house brings its own brand of chaos. Mollie had a friend over for a day or so too. Snow kept everyone inside. We had only about 4 inches here but unlike most of our snows, which are followed the next day by 50 degree weather, it stayed COLD. We’ve missed 4 days of school this week and if we go on Friday it will be with a 3 hour delay. The boys made it back to NY Wednesday with just a little delay. They always seem happy to get here and happy to head back so I think that’s pretty good.

With all these people here Nick and I have still managed to talk just a bit, nothing major. In fact I think it was just a few quick words in the kitchen one day. He mentioned something about spanking, just a passing reference, and I said something like “I didn’t think we did that anymore.” Nick seems surprised by what I said but we didn’t have the time or privacy for any more. I didn’t want it to turn in to a big discussion anyway.

The next day I got an email asking me for my thoughts. Poor Nick, sometimes he makes this request and he gets a book. I didn’t have a book in me. I was too uncertain about what I wanted. So he got a short paragraph with no specific request, just some of my feelings and my confusion and my doubts.

Since then he has emailed me several times. It’s all I’ve really needed. Not making a big deal of anything but just acknowledging that this is still a part of our lives. I’ve felt better these last few days. Then this morning I got the following email.

Have you been trying to earn a spanking? If you don't know what I am talking about, go take a shower and look for a nice, clean, fluffy, dry towel! To be fair maybe you should ask Grace what Bossman would consider to be an appropriate response. Then we can figure out when.

He seemed to think that being off work for 5 days would have given me time to do a little laundry which would have give him something besides a hand towel to dry off with after his shower this morning. Ya think? LOL!

We found ourselves alone this afternoon so I did get spanked. He wasn’t mad, it was just meant to get my attention. And it got my attention. I appreciate his reaction. I guess it would be a little easier for him to just be annoyed and not say anything. Instead it turned Wednesday into a really good afternoon for both of us. It gives me hope.

Written by PK at 1:00 AM

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Christmas in January

Just popping in for a moment, Christmas this weekend was wonderful! We were so into it being Christmas Day we kept wondering why the regular TV schedule was on, lol! Having the boys here has been great.

Nick picked them up from the airport and then lost the transmission on the car about an hour from home. I had already planned to take Friday afternoon off so I went down to get the boys waiting at Ihop while Nick rode back to town with the tow truck. Other than that the trip has been smooth.

Tomorrow we are supposed to get snow – no school and all my children home! What could be better? Don’t worry, I have plenty of bread and milk and chips and soft drinks and cookies and candy and… Wait Nick did mention the diet again. Crap.

Written by PK at 1:00 AM

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Friday, January 07, 2011

Fantasy Friday, Never go out Alone, II

Friday finally got here and the best part is tomorrow is Christmas! Okay not exactly, but LJ and Collin are flying in today so tomorrow is Christmas again with my boys. While I'm enjoying my boys I hope you'll enjoy the story I'm reposting. This one is especially fun because it's hot and spicy and takes place in a foreign country! What could be better. Enjoy...



Never Go Out Alone

Awaking suddenly, Rex realized that Amy wasn't in the room. Panicking he ran out of the hotel room and impatiently and repeatedly pressed the down button for the elevator. Deciding it wasn't coming fast enough he opted for the stairs, and ran down two at a time. "Where the hell was she? Didn't she know how dangerous it would be to be alone in this country?" he thought. As he ran out of the revolving doors, with great relief he saw Antonio.

"Antonio" he called. "Have you seen Amy?"

"Yes, she left about an hour ago. Por que?" he replied in broken English.

"Was she alone? Where did she go??"

"Si, senor, she was alone. I told her she should not walk the streets of Lima alone. She said she not want to wake you."

"And you let her go?" he said as calmly as he could.

"No, senor, I had Roberto take her where she wanted to go. She wasn't happy but she agreed. He came back a few minutes ago. Said he took her to the Museo de Oro and she told him to go back that she would call you when she was ready to leave. But I don't think that she will. She was not happy with us taking her." Antonio said shrugging his shoulders with a look of exasperation.

"Antonio is it safe for me to go alone there. I remember the way and it is light out."

"Si, Senor, it should be fine. If you get lost call me here and I will come for you"

"Thank you" he said as he rushed off.

Within a few minutes he arrived and the Museum. Looking around he didn't see her. He asked and no one thought she was still there as it was closing time. So he headed back. Grumbling to himself, he swore she would regret ever leaving that hotel room. As he headed back he noticed a jewelry store and looking in on a whim, he saw a figure that looked very familiar. He took a deep breath to calm down, she was fine, he needed to get under control as he felt his terror being replaced with anger. He calmly walked up to her, scooped her arm into his and said, "Its time to go".

Amy jumped as her arm was taken and quickly relaxed as soon as she realized it was Rex. Then she asked "What are you doing up? I thought you were napping? Don't tell me you came looking for me" she added rolling her eyes.

Rex tightened his grip working to maintain control. "Why yes dear, I did come to find you. I woke up and you weren't there and I was afraid something had happened to you. We'll discuss this more when we get back. Now, let's go." He said with a strong, calm and determined pull.
Suddenly, Amy fell silent, realizing she was in trouble. "Sorry, Rex, I didn't mean to worry you. I left a note…."

Rex didn't reply. Somehow Amy thought that was probably a bad sign and followed him meekly.

Upon entering the hotel room, Rex gave a few curt orders. "Amy, go shower quickly, and dry off then get into that corner. I'll call you when I'm ready, and you better be there in 5 minutes."

"But Rex… can't we talk about …"

Cutting her off, he said, "oh we'll talk alright, and you'll answer….big time…."

"Yes sir" she said meekly and headed quickly to the shower.

Quick as she could she got out and toweled off and headed for the corner. She didn't dare look but could hear Rex doing calisthenics. She knew he was calming himself down, before they talked, but knowing that he was mad enough to need calming down, wasn't exactly comforting.

Soon, she heard different noises, shades being pulled, and shuffling through things in the bathroom. She shivered slightly, and shifted uncomfortably, she knew he was fetching implements and that the time was drawing near. She tried to prepare herself to be humble and meek, yet she knew she was still angry from being dragged out of the store like some animal.

"Just accept things, be meek, you love a DD relationship, you need this…" She said silently to herself, trying to convince herself to submit to the pain.

"Amy!" Rex barked breaking the silence enveloping the room. "Come here and sit down."

"Yes Sir" Amy thought so far so good.

Sitting on a desk chair she noted it was up too high for her to rest her feet. They just dangled. Rex stood up with his back to her.

"Amy, where are we?" he started.

"Lima, Peru, sir."

"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."

She rolled her eyes, "To never go out alone but I was going to ca…" Rex cut her off.

"Stop, apparently your mind isn't right for this discussion yet. Get up, lean over that chair, hands grabbing the legs of the chair please."

"But..." with a fast motion he swept her up and plopped her in place. Giving her no time to catch her breath he laid a fire of volleys on her upturned butt. Quickly she went from a lily white to a dark pink. She wanted so badly to put her hands back and stop the barrage, but she knew that was a huge mistake, so she gripped the legs hard.

"You will listen and answer the questions, I don't want excuses or additional information about why you thought this was safe. I just want answers Do You Understand???" He queried between swats.

Wanting to do anything to stop the pain, Amy quietly said "Yes Sir."

Rex left his hand in the small of her back. "Listen up, we can talk face to face, or butt to face, I don't care which. I think you do though. You have one more chance to sit and talk with me. If there is a next time, you will be in this position a long time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir" With that she felt his hand release her, and his arm help her up. She loved the feel of him so gently helping her. She knew when this was over, she would have that back, she knew her head was in the right place, and she would make it through this, and maybe, just maybe even deserved this.

Kissing her head gently as she shifted in her chair, he took a deep breath and said "let's try this again. Where are we?" he started.

"Lima, Peru, sir."

"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."

"To never go out alone"

"And why not?"

"Because it is a very poor country, Sir" She said.

With that Rex pulled out an email that their professor had sent. "Let me read this to you to refresh your memory…Peru is often said to be one of the most dangerous countries in South America. Most travelers leave without ever feeling they’ve been in a sticky situation. Peru’s widespread poverty means that street crimes (e.g. pick pocketing, bag-snatching and muggings) are common….Sound familiar?"

"Yes Sir"

"Look at me," he said gently and lifted her chin to face him. "If you were mugged, or hurt in any way, I don't know how I'd handle it. You mean everything to me. I can't handle the thought of loosing you. People have disappeared here. Generally as Doc said, we're safe. The government is stable now, and we're in the capital. But if something…" he stopped, not wanting his thoughts to go there.

"I'm sorry I didn't think. I wanted to be out shopping and not napping. I couldn't sleep. I…I'm sorry." She said realizing she really was sorry.

"Do you have any idea how panicked I felt when I awoke and you weren't there? I was terrified. I ran down the stairs because the elevator couldn't come fast enough." Not wanting to repeat the ordeal in his mind, he took a deep breath and started again. "If you got hurt do you speak enough Spanish to make sure you know how to describe things to the police and the doctors? And have all your questions answered in the hospital??"

"No sir."

"Now, Doc would help, but who knows how long you might have to wait for help there and I want to spend time together in Lima, not in a hospital. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I promise I won't go out without you. Honest."

"Now, you did take Roberto with you, when Antonio insisted, I'll give you some credit for that. However, I'm not amused they knew you weren't happy about it. They are wonderful and gracious hosts who are proud of their country and want us to have a wonderful experience. There are enough Americans that come through here and are rude and obnoxious to them, we are not one of them. In addition, I'm not happy that you told him to go home. You said you were going to call me?"

"Yes sir, I was going to have you meet me there so I wouldn't be alone."

"Yet, somehow, I didn't get a call and you weren't where Roberto left you, instead you were a few blocks away at the jewelry store. Did you teleport there? Or were you escorted?" he asked stiffly.

"Um, neither sir" she replied shifting.

"So, how exactly did you get from the Museo de Oro to the jewelry store?"

"Please, you know" she whispered.

"No, you need to tell me."

"I walked..." pausing she added "alone sir. I'm sorry"

"Were you really going to call? Or were you lying about that."

"I was going to call. I even asked at the jewelry store, but their phone wasn't working. Then you came in …."

"If you had gotten a hold of me, what would you have done then? What could you have said? You knew you were in trouble didn't you?"

"Well, I was going to say Roberto brought me and could you come get me or something. I really hadn't figured it out."

"It's neither here nor there. So here is the way I see it, you tell me if it is different. You didn't like me napping, you were bored, and ticked that you had to stay around. You knew it was unsafe, but wanted to go to the Museo de Oro. You planned on just sneaking there, but Antonio saw you, told you not to go alone, and insisted despite you arguing that Roberto escort you. Then you dumped Roberto as soon as possible, without a plan other than to call me at some point or sneak home. Is that about right?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again. I'm really sorry"

"Yes, I know you are, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't even cross your mind again to leave without me knowing where exactly you are going. Or if it does, your body will cringe remembering this and you won't leave. Ok, come here. Lean over the bed with the pillows under your hips." Tears already starting, she quickly complied.

Wasting no time, he picked up the brush. Smack! Smack! Smack! She jumped in shock at how painful it was on her already tenderized butt. She swore she'd never … then he picked up speed and intensity and all she could think of was how much it hurt. After a few minutes, he stopped. She held her breath. "Please be over, please, please be over" she thought. Sobbing, she apologized over and over, swearing she wouldn't leave again. He pressed on the small of her back and rubbed her bottom gently inspecting his work. "We have a little more to go my dear. I want to make this absolutely clear. Maybe in Kentucky it is less of an offence to do this, but here it is potentially a real danger. I will not... I repeat... will NOT have you endanger your life. Ever! You have paid for your sneaking; doing what you knew was against the rules, scaring me, and every other part, except for endangering yourself. You rest here; I think you need a little break." With this he stepped away, and sat down in the recliner, mindlessly flipping pages in the magazine. Slowly her sobbing came under control she wondered what he had planned next. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Rex waited a full 15 minutes then got up. "Amy, endangering your life is one thing I will not put up with. For this, you are going to get 10 strokes with a cane."

"What??? But we don't have a cane?" she said shocked.

"I improvised. The rod from the shades should do just fine" he said smacking it against his hand then lightly on her upturned butt.

"I can't handle it. Please the brush is enough, I can't take any more" she pleaded panicking.

"Brace yourself, I won't be gentle, yet it won't be more than you can take. When it is over, all will be forgiven and we'll snuggle up together. Are you ready?"

Tightening her grip on the pillow by her head and resigning herself to the inevitable, she took a deep breath and said "Yes sir".

Wasting no time the cane whistled through the air making contact with her tender behind. She screamed a long cry into the pillow. He let her roll with the pain. He waited, letting it subside some and letting her catch her breath before landing the next stroke. Carefully and slowly he worked his way down from the top of her butt to the bottom of her thighs, never letting one stroke land on top of the other.

"This is the last Amy, you can make it." He reassured her.

"Please, not my thighs" she managed to choke out.

Complying he made the hardest stroke of the entire session land across her other stroke marks on her behind. Dropping the cane, he hugged her lying down on the bed, snuggling her in as closely as possible. "It's over honey, all is forgiven. I love you. You took that very bravely." He held her close and let her crying subside. Stroking her hair gently, whispering loving things into her ear. She snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and wanting nothing more in life than to be enveloped in his warm arms and body forever. He gently scooted her up on the bed, and snuggled closer. Soon, they both drifted off, spent from the afternoon's ordeal.

~~o0o~~

The author of this wonderful story was Carye!! Carye was an loyal reader and often writer several years ago. She is still a member of the diet group over at Todd and Suzy's. Go Carye!! I want to add that Carye managed to write a stories while caring for her 4 active children and her dear husband Papa Shrek and working from home. Yeah for you Carye, and thanks!! Come on folks, if she can you ought to give it a try. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Written by PK at 12:05 AM

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