Sunday, September 30, 2012

Quiet here


I always like to put up a post on Sunday or Monday.  But I really don’t have anything.  I’m in a mode where I think more about fiction than real life.  Nick’s not much of a talker. None of his family is, they are a quiet bunch, unless it’s just them.  I’m grateful I found blogs all these years ago.  I like words, especially written words.  Too often Nick and I do a lot of not talking.




I don’t blame Nick.  He is like so many men – if she is not crying or yelling at you, for heaven sake don’t rock the boat!  Keep your mouth shut lest you stir something up. So since quiet and few words are his way I’m guessing he is perfectly content.  And I’m moderately content.  I wish he enjoyed talking about or doing TTWD, or maybe I should say TTID – this thing I do.  But he doesn’t.  So my passion for it turns to my fiction – which is how I’ve dealt with it all my life.  It’s very comfortable and safe for me and I’m grateful for the outlet.

Written by PK at 5:00 PM

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Fantasy Friday, Another Chance, chapter 2

Beautiful Friday!!  You all gave me so much to think about when you commented on my post yesterday.  I'm going to spend part of this weekend deciding what I want to say to Mollie and picking some stories I'd like her to read to perhaps 'ease her in' so to speak.  I really do thank you for caring enough to offer your help and suggestions.

And now, on to Fantasy Friday.As promised we have chapter two of 'Another Chance' the story we started last week. Click here to read the first part if you didn't get the chance last week or if you want to refresh your memory. You'll like this chapter for sure and the best news is that there will be more with these characters next week. I love stories that go on like this!

Please enjoy...

Another Chance
Chapter 2
Bill and Sylvia ran to the waiting limousine in a shower of rice. The wedding, although small, was formal. Both had eloped the first time and the kids and grandkids wanted a special event. After a private ceremony, with only family present, they invited half the town for a big bash at the club. Bill looked more handsome than ever, his rugged looks set off by the tuxedo Sylvia insisted upon. Her ice blue gown was simple and elegant. They made a striking couple, laughing and shaking rice from their hair as they sped off.

This time, Sylvia was determined to come before the business. She begged and wheedled until Bill finally gave in. Two weeks was a long time for him to be out of the office. But they did deserve a break. Sylvia campaigned for a cruise to the islands, fancy clothes, good food, and spectacular sunsets. Bill favored a sailboat tour of the Florida Keys, private, good fishing, and spectacular sunsets. The kids broke the stalemate with tickets for a private car on an excursion train into Canada, citing the tradition of a Niagara Falls honeymoon. A place neither had been seemed a good idea and peace prevailed.
The first two days were a fairytale honeymoon of romance and lovemaking. The sound of the wheels proved soothing and the slight rocking lulled them to sleep at night. The "Presidential Car" was as luxurious as any fine hotel and the dining car offered fine cuisine from around the world. Sylvia felt like a spoiled fairy princess. Bill laughed, but allowed his beautiful new wife to feed him strawberries and chocolate in bed, teasing about the service.

Day three was their first stop. A whole day of sightseeing in Niagara. Bill was up early hoping to check in with the office before leaving, several large jobs were underway and he had a few details to go over with his secretary. Leaving a message for her to call he jumped into the shower. He turned the water off just in time to hear Sylvia telling someone that they were not to be disturbed and any problems would wait for their return. Rushing into the room, dripping wet but ready to take the call, he found Sylvia hanging up his cell phone. The guilty look on her face was his first clue that this was not the first time she had "handled" a call for him."Sylvia, who was on the phone?"

"Nothing important, sweetie, you'd better hurry or we'll miss the falls." Sylvia breezed by Bill, gathering her clothes and heading for the shower.
Bill paced the room, growing angrier with each passing moment. His secretary was reluctant to tattle but finally spilled the beans. She had been trying to reach him on an urgent matter but the phone had been turned off until this morning. When she returned his call Sylvia let her know that no further calls would be accepted. A major contract was lost due to her childish behavior and, honeymoon or not, she was going to answer for it. Mind made up, Bill went into the bathroom just as she stepped out of the shower.

Grabbing her firmly by the arm he steered her, still dripping, to the bedside. Ignoring her ripostes about eager bridegrooms he settled himself on the edge of the bed and tossed her unceremoniously over his knee. Shocked at his sudden assault on her backside several swats landed before she found her voice.

"What are you doing? This is not fair, you promised I would always know why you were spanking me."

"I think you know perfectly well why you are being punished. I will not tolerate you interfering with my business. I asked Carol to call me because I needed to speak to her. Thanks to your childish behavior we lost the bid on the new shopping center and I intend to take every dollar of lost revenue out of your hide."

Sylvia stirred spasmodically as the heat began to build. He was really angry this time and spanking harder than usual, already her bottom was burning up. Soon he was landing several swats in the same place before moving on. She hated that this soon reduced her to screeching "not there" over and over. Bill gave her his full attention, painting every inch of her backside bright scarlet and soon she was limp and sobbing.

"That was for turning off my phone, for giving Carol a hard time, and for overstepping your authority. You've been running wild ever since Ray died and I intend to put a stop to it. You lied to me and I will not stand for that."


As he lectured Bill pulled his belt off and doubled it in his hand. He hated to do it but she needed to learn this lesson right from the start. Ray never put up with any nonsense and neither would he.

"Anytime you think about lying to me you remember how this belt feels. I promise you will be remembering it every time you sit down for days."

Sylvia was stunned that he would use his belt; he always said his hand was plenty hard enough. Before she could protest the first stripe landed across her hot cheeks making her howl. Bill was in no hurry, he took his time and placed each stripe carefully, working his way down to her knees with special attention to the under curve of her cheeks. By the time he was finished she was gasping for breath. Setting her on her feet he sent her to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Her protests earned her another quick flick of his belt across her welted rear.

"This trip to see the falls was so important you threw away a substantial contract. Now get dressed and be ready in five minutes. We are going on this tour no matter how sore your butt is."

Scurrying out of reach Sylvia bolted into the bathroom to splash cold water on her scalding bottom before her brute of a husband forced her to dress. Whatever happened to making up after a punishment, she wondered, as she searched for something comfortable to wear.

Four hours later Bill watched his still squirming wife trying to get comfortable on the hard bench seats of the tour bus. He had to smile at her stubborn refusal to complain. Her bottom had to be raw and sore, he had made sure it was a strapping she would remember. His polite inquiries into her comfort were met with stony silence; she was not speaking to him. He looked forward to discussing that with her upon their return to the train. In fact, they still had several items of unfinished business left from the morning. He suspected there was going to be fireworks once they were alone. Smiling at the thought of warming her bottom again before he carried her off to bed Bill settled back to enjoy the view.

~o0o~

My thanks again to Annie, who is such a wonderful writer! I only wish she could quit work and write full time - wish I could too and I'm not this good!  More next week!


If you usually skip this next part - please read it today.
As always I'm looking for more stories. I always want to invite those of you without blogs to see this as a place for you to try your hand at writing. We really want everyone to have a place to show off your talent but I also want to ask my fellow bloggers if they will share there talent here once. I think of Fantasy Friday as a community project. It's a way to showcase different bloggers and let some people find your blogs that may not have had a chance to see it before. So please if anyone is willing to share please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Please help me!!


I don’t know what to do and I need HELP!  I’ve gone on and on about my kids out here.  I think they are the best kids in the world.  Now when Mollie was little, from around 2 to 11, I was ready to hand her off to any takers.  But since the ages of 12 on the child has been an absolute delight.  Everyone who meets her tells Nick and me what a wonderful, mature girl she is.  I agree completely. 

When she was a teen, I rarely told her ‘no’ about anything because her requests were always sensible.  We’ve always talked a lot.  I don’t try to boss her and tell her what to do now, and because of that, she often seeks my advice and actually listens to it.

But now she has asked for something that panics me and I don’t know what to do.  Let me paraphrase our conversation.

“Mom you and I are pretty close, don’t you think.”

“Of course!”

“Well then I want you to do something for me.  I’m all grown up; I’ll be twenty next month (why does that still sound like ten to me?)

“I know.” I answered, “I was there when you were born.” I could tell she was serious, but I didn’t expect what was coming.

“I want to read your book. The one about that Cassie woman.”

My chest constricts, my mouth goes dry, and little blood vessels burst in my brain.  Other than that I’m fine.  “I thought you said you knew I wrote ‘sexy’ stuff and you didn’t ever want to read it.”

Mollie goes on in that adult, reasoning voice. “I know you’re proud of your writing. I want to read it.  I’m not a child.  I’m not as naive as you think I am.  I think I’m old enough to read it.”

“I’m not sure I’m old enough for you to read it.” I stammered.  She pins me with a look that says she’s not kidding.  So I went on,  “Listen, they’re not dirty or anything, but… well there’s some stuff in them you might think is weird.”

“I want to read it.”

“Let me think about it.” I told her, and that’s where we left it.  That was about ten days ago.  I got a post card from her today, the PS said, “Send me some stuff from your book.  I want to read it.”

What the hell should I do?????

Here are the two arguments in my head.

# 1 –

She is naive about sex.  We’ve just spent the past 20 years teaching this girl to be an independent woman, able to take care of herself and submission to no one.  She has never dated or even had a boyfriend – will this warp her thinking?  Will the fact that her mother wrote this instantly make it icky – so that she would never consider it even if her future husband wanted to play with it some?  Would it be instantly taboo?  Or would she feel I’m saying that a woman should be submissive to her man?  I would never want her to feel that way – certainly not until I met the man and felt he was worthy of her even considering such a thing.

And then there will be the ‘response’.  Will she say nothing and I won’t know if she is disgusted or intrigued. Will she want to know if Nick spanks me? Will it open a can of worms that needs to be left closed at this time?

# 2 – 

She is a mature kid.  Let her read it.  These books, these stories are important to you. Mollie will understand.  She’s lived with you and Nick in the house for the past six years you’ve been playing a TTWD and probably knows way more than you think and she isn’t freaked out yet.

If you say no, she is going to be hurt and feel that you see her as a little kid or you don’t trust her.  Could that damage your relationship, even a little?  So your stories are about spanking – big deal, (You’re not out at a swingers club with different partners.) You show spanking in a context of mutual love and understanding.  They’re married, it’s consensual, they love each other immensely, and many stories are funny and lighthearted.  Really, what’s wrong with her reading them?   You intend to publish them some day, don’t you? She’ll read them then.  Let her now so she feels that you accept her as an adult.


Okay I don’t usually beg for comments, but guys, I’m begging!!! I want your honest opinion.

Just know this for sure –

I really want her to read them and I don’t really want her to read them.  And that’s the truth!

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Girl's Night Out


* new story at Cassie today.

I had another great weekend.  Not with Nick, he’s gone golfing.  Maybe next weekend we’ll spend it together, but I really enjoyed this one anyway.  Friday night I did something I’ve wanted to do for a long, long time.  It’s one of those things you think about, but often never get around to actually doing.  I had a girl’s night out – but not your typical one.

I asked my mother’s three best friends out to eat.  My mom passed away nine years ago last month.  She was the oldest of her close friends – all we kids were about the same age, but mom had me late.  Mom would be ninety-three now, all these ladies are in their mid-eighties.  They were all school teachers for more than thirty years.  In fact one was my first grade teacher.  One walks slowly with a cane now, one is recovering from a stroke and the other one just lost her husband two months ago.  But as we sat eating and visiting I didn’t think of those things. 

We had a ball!  They all still go to my church – in fact seven of my teachers from 1st – 8th grade went to my church and both of my principals in elementary and high school.  I had no choice but to behave myself at school!  We talked about everything!  Sometimes there were a few tears, but they were the good kind.  We talked about Mama some – two of these ladies had come to see mom less than 12 hours before she passed. One had brought her a frosty and they remembered Mollie sitting on her bed feeding it to her.

It was a good evening.  They had all seemed surprised when I’d called and invited them.  But by the end of the night they were all saying that that evening had been exactly what they needed, they just hadn’t known it.  I got three good hugs as I took each of them home.  I’m glad I did it instead of just thinking about it until it was too late.  I care about these  ladies and it was as close as I could come to having dinner with my Mama.

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 1

I'm sure you want to get right to Fantasy Friday today, but there is some back ground you need to know for this story. Not long after I took over Fantasy Friday, I heard from a reader who had had a story site of her own.  She had gotten rather burnt out and no longer posted, but she had some stories left over and she offered to send them to me.  

I called her Annie for (Annienyomous) just because I like names.  I think Annie is one of the best writers I've ever run across - and being host to Fantasy Friday, I have run across many wonderful writers!  She sent me this story a while back and I posted it. There were several parts and finally she sent me one entitled 'Another Chance, final chapter', I wasn't ready for it to end and I told her not to say final, I hoped this couple might want to talk to her again.

A few days later I got an email from Annie with the subject 'I'm mad at you'. It seems that she had dreamed another part of the story the night before.  She blame me for this and sent me the first part of the next story, but said that my punishment for causing all this was that I was going to have to wait several weeks for the conclusion.  At the time I told her "Geeze, what ever happened to a good old fashion spanking instead of making me wait."  Anyway I was happy to take the blame (makes me think of Bas) or credit for stirring up her creative juices.  

I decided to wait until I got both parts before I put them up.  


So I waited...






and waited... 






and waited...





I talked to Annie often and I knew real life was keeping her busy, so I didn't pester her or anything, I just kept waiting.  And then 2 1/2 years later she sent the second part, I told you she was busy.  I was so happy to get it, and it had been so long since I had posted the first of the story I decided to post the whole thing again - so we'll be reading Annie's story for the next 7 weeks.  I figure even those of you that were reading back that long ago wouldn't mind reading this story.

When Annie first sent this she pointed out that it might be a little different, a little more serious in places. But I loved the realism of this story. 

Please enjoy...

Another Chance


Sylvia Morris took stock of the image in her mirror. The turquoise silk draped a figure that was curvy, but still slender. Not bad for an old dame of fifty. She mockingly saluted her reflection before sauntering down the stairs, trying not to think about the man waiting in her living room.

"Well, are you ready?" she breezed into the room, not giving him a chance to respond; she grabbed her purse and walked out the front door.

Bill Reedy stared at her backside, swaying in silk as she marched down the walk in heels far too high for her own good. After keeping him waiting for over an hour, now she was in too much of a hurry to close her own door.

"Wait a minute while I lock up." His irritation plain in his controlled tone.

"No need, I always leave it unlocked, that way the kids can stop in even if I'm not around." Sylvia smiled at the low growl; she knew she was pushing all of his buttons.

"That is it. Stop right there. We are going back inside for a little talk."

Grabbing Sylvia's arm he turned her around and almost dragged her through the door.

"But Bill, we'll be late for our reservation."

"Sit down. Our reservation was for 45 minutes ago. Stay put while I call the restaurant and cancel."

Sylvia almost laughed out loud at the indignant tone in his voice as he explained a last minute problem and made his apologies. She had been deliberately trying his patience for months, waiting for him to take charge. Now that the time had come she dreaded the consequences, but knew they could not go on the way they had been.

*****

Bill and Sylvia went to high school together. Lived two blocks apart. Even dated, albeit halfheartedly, whenever they were both between relationships. Sylvia was off to college, eager to get out into the big world. Bill went to the local community college, married Sylvia's best friend, worked hard, built a business, and raised a family in the old neighborhood. Sylvia got her degree; discovered art history wasn't her ticket to the big time, worked in a department store until she couldn't take any more. Her father passed away, her mother was getting older, after the funeral Sylvia stayed on to think about her life.

After a few weeks she decided to make it permanent, took a job as a substitute teacher, waited for her life to begin. Running into Kay at the grocery led to a reunion dinner. Sylvia struggled to cover her envy. While she was in the big city waiting for life to become exciting, her two oldest friends were living a good life. It wasn't glamorous, just a comfortable house, two cute, well behaved kids, a thriving business. It was the way they looked at each other, like they were still dating, like they were going to rip their clothes off the minute she walked out their door. They all promised to get together again and Sylvia went home to her mother's house. Climbed into the same bed she grew up in, and cried herself to sleep.

Kay bullied Sylvia into another dinner, citing years of missing Christmas cards and various other sins of friendship. She walked into their house, dreading another evening with the perfect family. Seated on the couch was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ray Kidder was Bill's business partner. He had been planning a quiet Friday night at home, relaxing. Kay had railroaded him into making up the fourth for bridge with the promise of one of her excellent home cooked meals.

Sylvia, drawn to his casual self-assurance, offered her hand with a quip about blind dates.
Ray took her hand, held it, pulled her close and murmured in her ear.

"When you're on a date with me you'll know it."

The electricity between them was instantaneous. Sylvia was smitten with his strength; at last someone who seemed to know who she was. Ray was resigned, she needed someone to take her in hand, and he couldn’t bear the thought of another man laying a finger on her. Divorced, he had expected to spend the rest of his years alone.

After a whirlwind courtship and a sudden elopement Ray expected to settle down to a quiet routine. Sylvia dashed those hopes with her announcement that she would not be taking his name. Never one to miss an opportunity for an audience, she made this the topic for their dinner. The one their friends and family were invited to, to break the news that they had eloped. No one but Ray seemed the least bit surprised.

At home, alone, getting ready for their first night as husband and wife, Sylvia was shocked to learn that keeping her maiden name was an issue for him. Ray was shocked to learn that Sylvia expected to do as she damn well pleased whether he approved or not. It occurred to Ray that there were a number of things they should have discussed before racing off to the justice of the peace.

A heated discussion led to a temper tantrum, which led to Ray upending his new bride for her very first bare bottomed communication. Once the dust settled, and the tears dried, a
compromise was reached. Ray understood her reluctance to let her family name go, she would be the last Morris, once her mother passed. Sylvia understood that her new husband had some peculiar ideas about being in charge, and obedience, but the sex was fabulous. It was easy to simply agree to discipline, when one never expected to need it.

As the years passed they built a good life. Both agreed it was too late for children, but Bill and Kay’s kids were a big part of their lives. In fact, the two families grew closer, spending most weekends together, cooking out, going to the kid’s ballgames, sailing at the lake. Sylvia and Ray were married ten years before they realized just how much they had in common with their best friends.

Ray and Bill surprised their wives with a week’s vacation at a remote lakefront cabin. The kids were away at camp, it was a slow time for the business, and the wives were restless and bored.

The first night, watching the sunset over the water, was so peaceful. Both couples were excited to get away and reconnect. By the third day, there was trouble in paradise. Sylvia was certain that Ray would never spank her with Bill and Kay in the cabin. It took very little coaxing to convince Kay to take the small sailboat out on the lake while the guys were off fishing. The two women were veteran sailors, having spent hundreds of hours riding on Bill’s sailboat at home. This boat was so much smaller, it would be easy. Never mind that they had both been told to wait for the men to go sailing.

Fortunately for them, the lake was not very deep off of the end of the dock. They managed to “sail” about 50 yards before capsizing the boat. To make matters worse, they were standing on the end of the dock, dripping wet, and screaming at each other about whose stupid idea it was when the men arrived.

Ray and Bill couldn’t help laughing as their bedraggled wives tried to explain why it was not their fault the sailboat was lying on it’s side. This led to a bit of temper from the women who did not think this was a funny matter. Both men sobered instantly, grabbed their respective wives, reminded them that they had received explicit instructions to leave the boat alone until the men returned, and propelled their wives toward the cabin with a sharp swat on the bottom and the direction to wait in their bedroom.

A sharp wind made righting the boat a bigger task than expected. After two hours the men were in no laughing mood. Just the thought that they might have gotten to the middle of the lake before sinking was bad enough; the life jackets still on the dock were the final straw. Not sure how to explain, Ray decided to tell the truth. He asked Bill if he would like some privacy to deal with Kay, as he would be blistering Sylvia’s butt for this stunt and did not want to make them uncomfortable. Bill, wondering how to approach the same subject, was relieved. They decided that if the girls wanted to get into trouble together, they could be punished together. It would serve them right.

Two very surprised wives were called to the living room, lectured, and tossed over their husband’s lap. Amid shrieks of outrage the sound of hard hands hitting soft bottoms filled the air. After a few minutes both women were limp and sobbing. Ray stood Sylvia up and sent her to their room for his paddle. She scurried with her hands covering her, embarrassed at being bare bottomed in front of Bill. He was far too busy giving Kay the worst spanking of her life to notice.

Sylvia endured several minutes of lecturing before Ray proceeded to blister her butt with the little paddle he had made. Sylvia hated that paddle, it burned like fire, and the way Ray turned her up over one knee gave him total access to the back of her thighs. He wasn’t finished until she was beet red to her knees and too limp to wiggle.

Bill wasn’t much of a lecturer, and he preferred to use his hand. Years as a contractor had toughened his big hands with calluses and he swung his hand tirelessly. Kay shrieked and struggled to escape as he rained several blows to each spot before moving on. Even without a paddle Bill managed to reduce his wife to a limp sobbing bundle, although her punishment did go on longer than Sylvia’s.

Satisfied that the point had been made, two sobbing, well-punished girls were led to the fireplace to lean on the mantle and think about their punishment. Peeking in from the kitchen, Ray quietly retrieved his Polaroid and took a picture of two very contrite women, arms around one another, each rubbing the other’s blistered bottom. It was one of his most prized possessions.

After that, the girls frequently discussed their punishments, even arguing over who had it the worst. Sylvia, who always got the paddle, or Kay who only got hand spankings, but very long ones.

They made a habit of taking at least one vacation together every year. No matter how certain they were that they would behave, each time the wives found themselves caught out, and endured another joint punishment. Some years, more than one.

The business had prospered, both families enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle. Bill and Kay’s kids were grown and off on their own. The two couples were planning a trip to Europe when Kay was diagnosed with breast cancer.

It was a difficult year for everyone. Kay refused to discuss her illness. Bill spent more and more time at home, taking her for an endless round of specialists and treatments. Ray covered the office, as usual, plus did his best to supervise the field crews. The final chemo left Kay too weak to walk, bald and frail, but with cautious optimism for a full recovery. After her six-month check up they celebrated with the postponed trip to Europe. All enjoying a renewed faith in life, and vowing to slow down and enjoy things.

Two months later, after a Saturday night dinner, Kay asked for their help in celebrating. She produced a bottle of her favorite champagne, offered a toast to a full and rewarding life, and dropped a bombshell. The cancer had returned, it was spreading rapidly, and she had decided against treatment this time.

Sylvia stayed with Kay until the end, trading shifts with Bill so she was never alone. The last night, she seemed stronger, even visited for a while. Then she was gone.

A year dragged by, it was uncomfortable trying to figure out how they fit together without Kay. Then, it was Sylvia’s turn to watch her world crumble. Ray suffered a massive heart attack at work. They rushed him to the hospital but there was too much damage. Late that night he passed.

*****


Sylvia wandered through her house, lost. It was hard to know what to do with her time. Her whole life had been built around her husband and her friends, now both were gone.

Bill called Sylvia, asked her to meet him for lunch to go over some voting issues on the stock Ray had left to her. They enjoyed catching up with news of the kids, and Sylvia was touched when he asked her to chair the trust fund he had established in Kay’s name. It came at the perfect time, he needed someone who knew Kay, she needed someone who needed her.

They drifted along for over a year, seeing one another socially, working on the trust, and sharing an occasional dinner. Sylvia knew Ray would want her to be happy, in fact she dreamed of Ray and Kay smiling at her reluctance to move forward. If there was going to be another man in her life, Bill was the only candidate.

So began the great campaign to drive him into admitting she needed him to “handle” her.
She was constantly late, forgot appointments, left important papers at home, all things she knew drove him crazy. He ignored her bad behavior, chalked it up to not being over her grief, and let her run wild. Until she decided to start leaving her door unlocked. That was going too far. She could be forgetful, but putting herself in danger was totally unacceptable.

Bill marched Sylvia in to the living room and began lecturing her. She made the mistake of smiling, happy to know he still cared for her. Before she knew what happened she was bottoms up, over his knee and his hand hurt every bit as much as any paddle. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take any more, he stood her up, and shook her roughly by her shoulders.

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is to leave your house unlocked? Any nut case could waltz right in. I know Ray wouldn’t put up with your nonsense, and by God, I won’t either.”

Back over his lap she went for another blistering round. This time, slower and harder, each area receiving several swats before moving on, steadily tattooing her bottom and the backs of her legs.

When he decided she had learned her lesson she was limp and her bottom was burning like never before. He carried her to her room and laid her on the bed, holding her close, soothing her tears away. When she had stopped sobbing he explained that Ray had asked him to take care of her and it was obvious that they would have to marry. He couldn’t go around spanking another man’s wife. Then there was the other part, Kay had never mentioned that a punishment wasn’t considered complete until all was forgiven by making love. Sylvia had to laugh at that. She may end up missing those fiery, but short, sessions with Ray’s paddle, but she was happy to trade an hour in the corner alone for a good romp in bed.

This was just what they both needed, another chance to enjoy life.


~~o0o~~

I know many stories feature hot young things and I love reading them. But as a 50 something I also love reading about couples that have a year or two on them and the baggage that come with a life well lived. So these couples are very close to my heart. My sincere thanks to the Annie.

I hope you'll be back for the next part next week.  Everyone is welcomed to send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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