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.

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Fantasy Friday, Challenges - chapter two

I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. And I hope we can all continue to enjoy Fantasy Friday, but the cupboard is nearly bare. I sure hope I'll get more stories soon.

As promised here is the second part of Sunnygirls story. You can find the first part here. I think this part is my favorite. You let me know what you think. Please enjoy...

Chapter 2

On Monday morning when she got into the office the message light on her phone was blinking away. She pushed the button and Brady’s voice came on: “Good Morning, Shelly. How was the weekend? I hope I didn’t intimidate you the other evening but I just had to test the waters. The waters seemed fine to me. Want to do some more experimenting?” She heard him chuckling and the line went dead.

For some reason, she just got that tingling sensation down her spine. She liked the kiss; she had spent the weekend reliving the whole scene. Intimidate her, hell no; she wanted more, lots more. For some reason her mind was wandering to a beautiful room with French doors and the gauzy white curtains fluttering in the breeze. The sound of the waves rushing to the shore competed with the gulls scurrying to break their morning fast. Brady was lying there sleeping. He had one leg under the sheet and the other sprawled over on top of her. Her lips were swollen and she could feel the dull ache of muscles that had been well used. The ringing phone jolted her out of her reverie.

“Hello Shelly”, Brady said. “Did you get my message? I don’t mean to rush you but if we are going to jump into bed together, I think we should go on a date first, don’t you?"

He startled her. Was he reading her mind? She was flabbergasted at his assumption that she would just jump his bones and she let him know it with a string of invectives worthy of any longshoreman. He laughed. “Just remember saying those words when you are getting your comeuppance girl.”

“You just keep threatening me. I personally don’t think you have it in you. I would fight you every step of the way. What makes you think I want to go out with you anyway, you arrogant bastard?"

“Your body betrayed you the other evening. I could feel the change in your response to the kiss. The longer it went on the more your body melted into mine. So what do you say: Are you up to the challenge? Can we drop the no fraternizing at work rule and get down to real business, our business?”

She hemmed and hawed but she knew she was going to give in. She wanted him.

“Yes, I will go out on a date with you.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up a 7:00. Be ready, don’t keep me waiting.”

“If I do, are you going to leave without me?”

“No, I won’t be leaving without you but there is a penalty for tardiness.”

“Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. We’ll see.” she said and hung up the receiver.

Yes we will, Brady thought. She was full of sass. He liked that in a woman. It was so much better than most of the women he had dated in the past. They were all eager to do anything he suggested and agree with anything he said. It just got boring after a while and he would just break off the relationship. It explained why, at 33, he was still single.


Her doorbell rang at 6:59 pm. Shelly answered the door dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse. Brady leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Shelly backed up and asked if he would like a glass of wine. He said he hadn’t had lunch that day and he was starving so he would wait until they got to the restaurant.

Shelly grabbed her purse and said “Let’s go.”

Brady placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked to the car. Shelly could feel the tingle up and down her spine. It was like hundreds of little bee stings. She was going to have to watch herself or she could find herself getting way too involved with Brady Quinn.

The restaurant he chose was a small family place that had a great reputation. It only had about fifteen tables. The maitre d’ greeted Brady by name when they entered and led them to one of the small curtained tables along the back wall. Brady sat down next to Shelly rather than across from her. As the maitre d’ left them he let the pulled back curtain fall providing them complete privacy. Shelly began to feel a little uncomfortable. She wondered if she was going to be the entrĂ©e, or maybe it was going to be dessert.

“Obviously, you come here often.” Shelly said,

“Often enough. They have great food and I like the intimacy of the place. Shall I order for you?"

“No, I am quite capable of ordering for myself, thank you.”

“You are a sassy one. I thought perhaps because I was familiar with their selections you would like to take my recommendations.”

“I recommend you take your hand off my thigh if you don’t want it slapped.”

“I think it might be worth getting my hand slapped to experience the delights that are to be found beneath that skirt.”

Shelly was trying very hard to control her breathing. Those fingers kept inching higher and higher. She could feel herself becoming more excited.

“Please, Brady, can you behave yourself? This was supposed to be a get to know each other better date. You are moving way too fast.”

“You are right. I will try to control myself but you are just so delectably cute.”

Throughout the rest of the dinner, Brady was a complete gentleman. They were chatting and laughing, exchanging anecdotes about college and their families. Shelly couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a good time.

When he dropped her off at her door he reached in and gave her a good night kiss and asked if she were free again tomorrow night and the next night and the night after that.

“I want a crash course in getting to know one another. I had a great time tonight and I want to move onto other things and the quicker the better.”

Driving home he thought about Shelly. Since that morning in the park he had been fantasizing about taking her into his bed and making long slow passionate love to her. She wasn’t beautiful in the conventional sense but she had a freshness about her that was very appealing. She was witty and intelligent and didn’t take herself too seriously. He felt the physical attraction was mutual. He felt her body tremble when he touched her while he was sitting next to her this evening. And tonight, he knew she was expecting more than the chaste good night kiss he had given her. He knew though if he gave her a more passionate kiss it wouldn’t stop there. He wanted more, much more. He was willing to take it slow. He wasn’t sure why this was because he’d always taken what was there for the taking.


They had been out every night for the past two weeks. He hadn’t given her more than a good night kiss and some hand holding since that first dinner date. What was going on? Had he decided he wasn’t attracted to her? Before their first date he said he wanted to make mad passionate love with her. What had happened? She was going to ramp things up tonight. She was ready for more than a good night kiss. She was tired of going to bed with Mr. Blue. She wanted Brady all real life flesh and blood not some plastic rendition.

He was late. He was supposed to pick her up at 6:30 and now it was 7:21 and not only was he not here but she had not heard from him. He was a stickler for being on time and he had always expected her to be ready. Well she was ready and he wasn’t here. She tried his cell phone but it went straight to voice mail. She was working herself up to a tizzy. Just then there was a knock on the door. Finally, she thought. She opened the door expecting to let him have it for making her worry. But, it wasn’t Brady. It was a uniformed man and he handed her an envelope. It was from Brady. She took the envelope and tore it open. The note read: Pack an overnight bag. There’s a car waiting downstairs to take you to meet me.

Overnight bag, hell. She went into the bedroom, took a lacy bra, thong, garter belt and hose from the drawer. She then removed her blouse and jeans and replaced them with the items she had just laid on the bed. She grabbed a toothbrush to throw in her purse. From the hall closet she pulled out her raincoat and was out the door. There was a sleek black limousine waiting. The uniformed man opened the car door as she approached and she slipped into the back seat. She was startled to find someone already in the car. Once again, it wasn’t Brady.

The man in the back seat leaned forward and held out his hand.

“Hello, sorry if I startled you. I’m Ronald Quinn, Brady’s brother. I’m the reason he is late. We’ll be at the airport in just a few minutes.” Brady can explain everything to you then.”

He just kept talking but she wasn’t hearing a word he was saying... Airport, what did he mean airport. Were they going somewhere? Then it really hit her. Oh my God, she realized what she did or rather didn’t have on under this raincoat. She hadn’t packed an overnight bag. She hadn’t intended on needing anything other than her toothbrush. Shelly was now in complete panic mode.

“We have to go back.” she said.

“Whatever you may have forgotten can be easily replaced. We’re almost there.” said Ronnie.

Just then the car stopped. She looked out and they were at the Executive Airport. She could see Brady coming to meet them.

“Hello Babe, sorry about all this but it couldn’t be helped. I didn’t plan it this way but it just happened.” He started to explain he had planned on taking her to his place. His parents had just gotten back into town, called him and said that Ronnie was flying in and why didn’t they all go up to their cottage for the weekend.

He realized that Shelly hadn’t said a word. She was moving along with him like a wet rag doll – actually he was pulling her along. They were almost to the Jet way. His parents were standing in the doorway to greet them. Shelly stopped cold. She couldn’t move.

“Come on Shelly. It’s all right; they are going to love you. I’ve been telling them all about you. My mother is thrilled that I’m finally introducing them to someone. She’s been after me and Ronnie for years to meet someone special and settle down.” She still didn’t move.

“Enough, Shelly. This isn’t funny. My parents are waiting.”

She couldn’t say a word. Her mouth was so dry, no words would come out. She just stood there.

He excused himself and took Shelly to an area just far enough away so they couldn’t be overheard. He was more than annoyed now. She was acting like a spoiled brat. He swatted her butt. “What’s wrong with you? You are being totally ridiculous and if you don’t snap out of it, I’m going to spank the daylights out of you and I don’t care who sees us. Do you understand me?”

He looked at her and tears were streaming down her face. Finally, she found her voice. “Yes, but I can’t get on that damn plane.”

“You mean you won’t get on the plane.”


“Why not and you better have a good reason otherwise that spanking I’ve been threatening is going to be administered right now.”

She sobbed and shook her head. Then she unbuttoned and opened her raincoat. He took one look and put his head back and roared. He couldn’t stop laughing. Shelly didn’t think it was so funny.

He finally stopped laughing and said “It’s no big deal. Just get on the plane, meet Mom and Dad and then quickly excuse yourself and go change in the bathroom. But be sure and save those things for later when you can model them for me and I can spend delicious moments removing each and every one and savoring the delights that are underneath.”

“I don’t have anything to change into. I didn’t pack an overnight bag. I planned on it just being the two of us. How could you do this to me? I will never be able to face your parents or your brother Ronnie. I am so humiliated.”

He knew he shouldn’t find this funny but he couldn’t help himself. He was still stifling laughter while Shelly was getting more and more agitated.

“I’ll handle this Shelly. Here are the keys to my car. It’s over in the lot. Go get in and I will be there in a minute.”

He walked back to the plane to explain why he and Shelly would not be joining them this evening. He told them she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to take a chance on being sick the entire weekend and ruining everybody else’s fun. They should go enjoy themselves and they would try this again when they got back. He left them and went to meet Shelly in the car lot.

He slipped into the driver’s seat and Shelly began yelling at him. How could he do this to her? Why didn’t he let her know he was planning this? Why didn’t he call? She started calling him some very special names that weren’t endearing her to him. When she called him a “Fucking Arrogant Asshole Bastard” that was it. She crossed the line. It wasn’t funny anymore. He drove home in silence while Shelly continued to carry on. He took her to his condo. He had every intention of wailing the daylights out of he and he would be more comfortable doing that in his own surroundings. His palm was actually itching.

When Shelly realized he was not taking her home, she began a new assault. She was told that she was already in enough trouble and it would be best if she would just be quiet. He told her she was going to have the sorest butt in town tomorrow morning.

Once inside the condo, he literally picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He began his assault on her bottom immediately. She was kicking frantically and yelling at him to put her down.

“Oh, I am going to put you down alright. You are going right over my knee and getting your butt blistered but good. You are lucky I’m not washing your mouth out with soap. Consider this a warning though if I ever hear those words coming out of your mouth again you will be blowing bubbles for days. With that he dragged her over his knee, pulled up her raincoat and starting smacking her bottom. He looked at those beautiful round mounds and had to remind himself to keep to the task at hand. He brought his hand down again and again while lecturing her on her salty language. When he thought she had enough he brought her up on his lap and rubbed her back. She nestled into his chest making these soft little mewing noises. She was so soft and sweet now. He couldn’t believe the difference in her demeanor.

“I am sorry I had to spank you, but you had it coming”

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby. It’s over now - All’s forgiven but please don’t use those awful words again.”

“Now go into the bathroom and wash your face and come back here and model those sexy undergarments you are wearing. Strut your stuff for me baby. Then we are going to see just how long it is before they hit the floor.”

She walked into the bathroom with an exaggerated sway to those beautiful round, red, glowing globes, put her hand back and rubbed. Then she gave him an over the shoulder looks with those beautiful eyes and he was mush.

He loved this little she devil. He couldn’t wait to see what she would do next. He knew life with her would always be a challenge. A challenge he was more than willing to undertake.


Thanks again Sunnygirl. I love the way you write! My rear tingles in sympathy every time I read one of your stories. So, you think there might be a chapter 3? I sure hope more of you are going to try doing some writing for us. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


  1. Anonymous12:38 AM

    Yippee! I get to be the first to leave a comment. Great ending to the story, sunnygirl.


  2. Anonymous12:47 AM

    Love the ending. Can't wait to read more of your storys.

  3. Great story! Now I have to wonder if Sunnygirl is a big football fan. Brady Quinn is the name of an NFL player. And quite a cute one at that. ;-)

  4. SunnyGirl, Loved your ending, thank you. Thanks PK.


  5. Sunnygirl, I wonder if your end is as good as your ending. LOL
    Shelly certainly has spirit, and a sore butt. :D
    PK, nice one, see if you can talk her into doing a sequel.
    Love and warm hugs,

  6. I really love this story! I like these characters a lot - I want more about them!! :)

  7. Thanks Kitty, Trazuredpet, Ronnie for your nice comments. Glad you liked the story.

    Lea: I didn't realize Brady Quinn was a football player. I just make up the names. But glad he was a cute one anyway.

    Paul: Unfortunately, my butt is not sore.

    JJ: You never know.

    PK: thanks again.