Tuesday, July 31, 2012

MIA - for a while


I probably won’t be around much this week.  Mollie got home Saturday – she did love the kitchen, and I love having her home!  This morning I’m headed to the airport to pick up LJ and Colin.  On Thursday evening we’re having Nick’s family for a cookout so that LJ can visit with them.  Then Saturday is our family reunion that I host every year, well for twenty-eight of the last twenty-nine years anyway.  I think there are between twenty-five and thirty coming.  We’ll have folks coming from six different states one cousin and her husband are traveling 3,000 miles to be here.

So I’ll be busy with family all week.  I have no doubt you will survive quite nicely with out my amazing wit and wisdom out here.  Whether or not I’ll survive without you guys – now that’s another question.  I LOVE my kids and my whole extended family.  I love playing the mom roll, sister roll, niece roll, and cousin roll – all these rolls are comfortable and I enjoy them.  But when we don’t have much privacy and I don’t get any chance to read or write, PK starts to drift away.

But Sunday evening the relatives depart, Mollie heads back to camp, the reno is finished – a little time to relax, a little time for me and maybe even some writing? Oh heck no!  The first day of school for teachers is MONDAY, yep, this coming Monday.  I am taking off the first two teacher days.  Monday I’ll be taking the boys to the airport and Tuesday, well, I need Tuesday for me. And then it’s back to the grind as the school year takes off.  Don’t forget me and I do plan to have a new Fantasy Friday for you.  But for the moment, deep breath and here we go!

Written by PK at 2:00 AM

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

IT"S DONE!



Yes, it’s really true – it’s done!  There are still a few things to tweak, but it is a functioning kitchen, running water and everything!  There’s not much to say, you’ve heard me whine all summer.  They tore the kitchen out on June 8th and all but the last hook up is now done almost exactly 7 weeks with no kitchen.  It’s been some summer.  Enough talk, I think the pictures will let you see if you think it was worth the effort.  I think it was.

Here is what we started with – my tiny little kitchen.



And then, of course, they ripped it apart.





This is my beloved writing room, all the junk/stuff from the kitchen was stuffed in here when we decided we needed to paint this room too!  Not much writing went on in here this summer.






But slowly, gradually, things began to come together.  Here's my new kitchen, still tiny, but much, much better.










Old stove,



New stove,



Old sink,




New sink,



And my writing room now,





For not knowing what the heck we were doing, I think we did all right! 

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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Fantasy Friday - A New Day, part two



I wanted to let you know that Renee Rose was kind enough to do an authors interview with me on her site today.  I hope you'll click here and check it out.


I hope your weekend is going well. I am anxiously waiting for Mollie to arrive so that I can show her her whole new house!  Well half a new house anyway.  But at least I can give you all something to do as I wait.  As promised, the rest of Minelle's story.  Enjoy... 


A New Day, part two

Colleen walked into the house at exactly noon. She was ready to defend her actions earnestly and adamantly. It wasn’t like I wasn’t paying attention, I was, she thought. I think I should be able to make my choice to be on the phone based on the situation. She was shoring up her arguments to present to Allen.

Allen watched his beautiful, smart wife wrestle with the idea of getting spanked for her decision this morning. They had gone over this problem she had for talking on the phone when driving so many times recently. She agreed in principal that it was dangerous, but just thought the rule applied to everyone but her. He wasn’t having it; her life was of paramount importance to him. He was going to burn her bottom!

“Come here Colleen, no stalling. I am not going to rehash this issue at all.”

“No Allen, you can’t spank me for being excited and talking to Claire on my cell!”

“Really? Try me dear!” With those words Allen lifted her off her feet and walked over to their leather couch, sitting down in the middle.  Before she could rebel she was across his lap her pants and panties at her ankles. He started spanking her bottom with stinging smacks all over, pleading with her to recognize the danger. After her bottom was bright red, he held her closely his voice a tad shaky and asked her to watch some videos about this with him.  “I am not trying to be unreasonable let’s learn together.” he whispered.

 All her mad melted away when he said those words. She really knew he was right and could have easily pulled over to talk to Claire. If he did what she had he would have given up driving and walked everywhere until he made up for his poor decision.
                  ~o~

An hour before I was going to meet the family at Marley’s Pub my cell rang.  My caller ID indicated my oldest brother Steve was on the line.

“Hey Claire welcome home!”

“Hi Steven, how are Erin and the girls?” I knew I would be seeing them shortly but I couldn’t help my excitement.

“There is never a dull moment in this household.” He was the principal at the college prep HS in town and very, very busy.

“I was at school today and ran into Michael, just giving you a heads up, I invited him to Marley’s tonight.” Michael was a co- administrator at Steven’s school for the past 5 years so they also had developed a close rapport almost as strong as Allen’s friendship was with Michael. I wondered if he knew about Michael and me. Then realized that was stupid, everyone was sure to know.

“Are you kidding me? Why are you just letting me know now?”  Then, before I could censure my voice, I asked, “Was he upset I hadn’t called him yet? ”

“He was just confused Claire. Since he lives near you he said he’d touch base with you before meeting at the pub and see if you wanted to walk together. Haven’t you spoken at all this week?”

Oh no! I wasn’t answering most of my calls. “He probably left a message.”

Yep! Michael had left several messages. I listened to his last voicemail he was definitely exasperated.  “Claire where are you? I was hoping to pick you up and go to Marley’s together? I thought we were finally starting something when you moved back home. I am not sure why you are avoiding me, but we need to talk.”

Argh! My face flushed as I hung up the phone, and looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a short dress that hugged my curves. It was sexy certainly, but I didn’t think outrageously so.  

My phone rang again; I answered knowing it would be Michael.

 “Claire you need to stop avoiding me!”

“I just needed some time to adjust to your autocratic ways Michael.” I knew I was being a trifle snotty. “I just needed to get out my insecurities before we settled down.”

“We practically grew up around each other Claire.  This is not about me expecting certain smart decisions. I am no different than your family regarding understood expectations. However, I will not stifle your creative fun impulsive nature. I am not going to allow you to ruin a good thing, so wait for me and I will pick you up in 10 minutes. We need to really figure out why you are running away from us.”

Well that just put my dander up! I knew I was going to leave since he didn’t ask me to wait, he ordered me to be ready in 10 minutes!

I grabbed my bag and left quickly, locking the door behind me. As I walked down the stairs I realized my keys were sitting on the kitchen table! I turned and looked up to the second floor remembering how I left the window in my bedroom open. I thought about how I would just pull the ladder I spotted on the side of the house up to the overhang, and climb in through my bedroom.  I could use my cell for light.

I made my way early to Marley’s figuring I could have a martini while I waited for everyone to arrive.

In the quiet of the walk I realized I was being stupid, I was sabotaging something great. All my sister-in-laws were autonomous independent thinking women and marrying my brothers changed only what they wished to change.

Yes, I thought, my brothers may be annoying to them at times, with their over protective nature, but I’m sure they wouldn’t change anything about them.

I was beginning to understand, that you couldn’t grow without letting your heart be open to something new, and in my case, wonderful. I think I had loved him for so long that I was afraid my fantasy wouldn’t match up to reality. Oh well, I needed to eat some crow and apologize first thing!

I walked into the cool interior of Marley’s pub.  It was pretty much empty right now. So I waved to the owners as I inhaled the atmosphere and admired the place. The décor was an eclectic mix based on the interest of David the owner and his wife Sharon. You could pick out antique road signs from all over the world, next to pictures of movie Stars in black and white, as well as color. However what I enjoyed the most were the paintings and drawings they collected from those of us in the community. I had several of my paintings adorning their walls. My paintings were very emotional and colorful, while sometimes employing the most traditional subject matter. This felt like home to me. Families came for dinner while a younger crowd came later for adult partying.

The door opened quickly behind me and I turned to see a very angry Michael. Before I could say hi honey… I was over his shoulder, his arm carefully protecting my modesty since my skirt was so short. I was so startled that I barely squeaked out a ‘hey’ before he called out to David.

“Hey David, can I use the office for a few?”

“Wait, I am sorry! Let me explain while we have a drink! “I looked up to see a smiling David and a wide eyed Sharon. Then to compound my immense embarrassment Allen and Colleen walked in just as David said, “sure…. take your time.”

As Michael put me down I took a brief moment to admire his fantastic looks. He was tall about 6 feet 4 inches, sporting broad shoulders. He had such a handsome face. When you met his eyes you just couldn’t look away from the deeply dark blue fringed mirrors to his soul. Wavy dark hair curled softly at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry!”

“You will be in a minute!”

“What do you mean?”

He grasped my hand firmly pulling me to the couch on the far wall of the office.

“Wait!” I shouted.

“Why should I – you didn’t.”

“No, come on please stop and listen to me.”

Michael just ignored my pleading and turned me over his knee. He pulled up my skirt. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Ouch! I had a strange feeling of déjà vu after my trip down memory lane this morning. However, when he said, “Now let’s get rid of these.” as he pulled my sexy underwear down past my knees.  I knew he upped the ante.

I squirmed trying to get off his lap shouting, “NO WAY!  You cannot do this to me!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He continued making his point.

“I believe I am doing it ‘darlin’.” He stopped spanking, just leaving his hand on my bottom.

“Are you ready to talk Claire?” He gently pulled me up and sat me on his lap. 

“Yes, I said, as I surreptitiously rubbed my behind, “I was trying to tell you that I understand why I have been acting so crazy. I finally figured it out. I have loved you for so long that I couldn’t believe my dream of us together would ever be true. I guess I was trying to run away so I wouldn’t have my expectations shattered.”

“That’s rubbish; I have always loved you as well. When you moved away all those years ago I needed to see if it was your destiny. You were a great deal younger and had to live some before settling down. It just took you longer than I expected to return home! Your brothers were really tired of answering my questions about what was going on in your life. After a while I figured I should move on. That was until we connected last year when I called saying I was going to a seminar near you. You invited me to stay with you and we went out together. We were meant to reconnect; we’re both ready for this now!”

We shared a passionate kiss, which was rudely interrupted by my brothers banging on the door. “Hey this IS Claire’s welcome home party Michael. You can finish your ‘discussion’ later.

I put my face into my hands and blushed to my roots! “What did they hear Michael? Oh! I hope that they don’t come in?” I was panicking pulling up my underwear and fixing my dress.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Michael stood in front of me in case anyone walked in. “Even if they think they heard something; they are way too polite to bring it up.”

We walked out of the office into the boisterous welcome of my family. It was a wonderful evening!

Michael and I walked home to my new house quietly rejoicing in our new found love.

“Claire can I have your keys?”

“Umm, they are inside on the kitchen table. I am locked out.”

“How were you going to get in tonight?”

“Weelll….  I WAS going to climb a ladder up to the second floor and pull myself in my bedroom window…”  However, I knew that would be too dangerous so if you weren’t here, I was going to go home with Colleen and Allen.”

“Good decision Claire.” he hugged me close placing both hands on my bottom, drawing me close.

“Nobody could accuse me of being a slow learner darling.”

I turned my face into his chest feeling completely at home and ready to start my new life with Michael.

~o0o~

Minelle, you've done it for us once again.  And I'm really happy that you started your own site where you can give us some stories along as letting us see how TTWD is affecting your journey.  Thank you so much for sharing.

You know I issue an invitation each week, and I'm grateful that so many of you have taken me up on it, but today I really want those of you who really haven't ever considered it.  Consider it! You don't think you can do it, but you need to give it a try.  Look, if it's terrible, I'd be honest and help you work on it before we post it.  But I'm always amazed at the people that don't think they can write who do an incredible job.  Again, consider it!  Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com



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Friday, July 27, 2012

Fantasy Friday - A New Day

It's a very special Friday for me.  I have a kitchen!  I'll be posting more about that soon and I'll be including pictures.  Even better, Mollie is coming home to see it tomorrow.  I haven't seen her in 29 days - the longest we've been apart since she was born. I'm so excited!


Now on to Fantasy Friday.  Minelle wrote for us today!  She has just begun her own blog - My Breath, and she said in a post this week that writing/spanking/blogging has added the same exciting spice to her marriage that it's added to so many of ours.  I think that this story may add some spice for us too.  


Be forewarned, it's a nice long story so I'm going to put it up in two parts.  Second part to be up tomorrow.  For now please enjoy...


A New Day


Claire allowed herself a sigh of relief as she turned the corner onto the familiar street that would now be her new home. Parking the car at the curb directly in front of her house, she took a moment to survey the lovely picture before her. A stately Cotton Wood tree stood offering shade to the front of the house. ‘Charming’ was the word that came to mind as she stood at the curb taking in the picturesque setting before her. As a soft summer breeze tussled her short hair, she looked up through her curls, and appraised her new home. The two story house was a Victorian design with beautiful grey blue siding mimicking the wood of old. The wide front stairs led up to an enclosed front porch with windows. Leaving the packed car, Claire walked excitedly up the painted stairs and pulled out her new set of keys to unlock the door. She could feel her heart quicken in excitement. Starting fresh, her life was taking a delightful turn. 

After working so far away from family and friends the past eight years she was ecstatic to be able to return home. Claire thought back to the decision she would never regret making, leaving her crazy job out East and coming back to everything she cherished. Claire’s heart again beat faster as she thought about beginning a new relationship with her brother’s oldest friend!

 Continuing her tour, her artist’s eye took in the painted wood floor of the porch and walking about six steps straight up to the heavy wood and glass door; she unlocked and opened that as well. Looking right was a lovely living room or parlor with a large bay window that opened with an arch into a dining room. There were three windows on the right and included a built in buffet with two small windows on either side.  She noticed the few pieces of furniture she arranged to have delivered throughout the rooms.  A lovely period couch that had recently been upholstered with a tapestry pattern sat between an antique lamp and a lovely round wooden table.  Turning to her left, or straight from the entrance was a good sized kitchen painted a French blue with butter yellow accents. A large pantry completed the room. Lovely, she sighed.

Walking back to the main entrance she took the stairs led up to the second level, turning right, she looked into a full-length mirror. Staring at herself Claire assessed her appearance. Sporting black legging capris that ended just below her knees and an aqua blue V-neck t-shirt she was finally able to look at herself without running from a mirrored image of her body. Short dark curly hair framed a heart shaped face. She thought her large green eyes were her best feature. The weight she recently lost looked better on the petite 5 ft. 3 inch frame she inherited from her mother.  She was very well endowed with a small waist and tiny hips. Turning around she noticed the exercises had certainly firmed up her round bottom. It was amazing how she couldn’t lose any weight until she released all the stress by quitting her job at the agency. Coming back to the Midwest was the right thing to do for so many reasons. Michael had been right on with his advice, and illustrating books was a passion Claire could concentrate on now.

 The money she had saved would carry her through this year if the work was slow, and she was careful. She might have to curtail her entertainment. She loved to party with friends! It had been a long time since she had gotten to kick-up the rug with her girlfriends and go crazy. Hopefully she could continue without any bossy interference.

Claire’s musings were interrupted by her cell ringing. “Oh Colleen it is just perfect, she answered excitedly. The ‘pics’ you sent did not even hint at the charm of the house.”

 “Yea, your brother said you would be properly pleased,” she shared.

 Colleen was Claire’s best friend; they grew up in this same small town, and went away to school together. She married Claire’s older brother Allen, last year. He was the last of her brothers to tie the knot. Claire was the youngest sibling with three older brothers, Steven, Sean and Allen.  The boys were born within three years of each other, but her parents were known to proudly state they were blest with her arrival eight years later!

 Colleen continued talking excitedly, “I am just pulling up in front! Come outside.” I ran down the stairs and outside, we were both still talking on the phone, as she parked the car. She jumped out of the car…. phone still clutched to her ear. We embraced jumping up and down gleefully. Colleen was a gorgeous curvaceous, reddish blond, standing about five foot five. It was certainly the icing on the cake to see her friend the first day she was home. Not that they didn’t talk all the time, and Colleen arranged for her to buy this house. Another easily recognizable car pulled up directly behind Colleen’s car.

“Colleen Ryan,” a tall handsome man stepped out of the car. I recognized my brother’s tone immediately; he was peeved at Colleen for something.  Of course as I watched him walk toward us and Colleen surreptitiously hid her phone in her bra, I completely understood.

“Hey there little sister,” my brother Allen grabbed me in a bear hug and lifted me off my feet. “Welcome home sweetie!”

He looked at my sister-in-law saying, “I followed you all the way here when I saw you at the Main Street light conversing with Claire, while driving!”

Colleen looked up at her husband saying, “I was just so excited to see Claire…..”

“Not a good excuse Colleen, you know better.”

“Oh come on, it is not such a huge deal and nothing happened.” she foolishly answered. At least I thought it was foolish knowing my brother. Of course I would never put up with my brothers high-handed attitude if I were her, but it was her marriage. I was happy that they fell in love, since I had already considered her my sister long before she actually became one.

My brother kissed her, and then looking at his watch he said, “I’ll meet you home for lunch at noon.”

“No way Allen,” stated Colleen, “I have way too much to do today.” Actually she was spending the morning with me, of which he was very much aware.

My brother turned to me and asked, “Claire would you mind if Colleen and I used your house for a short conversation?” Without waiting for my assent he took my sister-in-laws hand and started for the front door.

 I wasn’t missing anything here; the undercurrents were flowing through their conversation.

 Colleen tried to pull away uttering angrily, “No way Allen… fine be a pill, I’ll arrange things and meet you for ‘lunch’ at noon.”

My darling brother stopped, gently pulled Colleen into his arms, tucked his finger under her chin and gently kissed her lips. “Good decision my love,” he softly spoke to her. Then Allen turned smacking his wife on the butt. Next, he walked over and gave me a one armed hug and said teasingly, “Do not get into any mischief today; my wife is already in trouble with me.”

Great, I thought I could easily guess what he meant by that comment. “Are you in trouble for talking on your cell while driving, Colleen?” She looked at me with high color in her cheeks and said through her gritted teeth, “Yessss!”

 “So he’s peeved, you know it’s not the smartest thing to do, right? Just tell him ‘sorry’ you won’t do it again.” (Silently – I thought, she was toast. Or actually her butt was.) 

I grabbed her hand, and pulled her to my car to grab some essentials for a cup of tea or coffee. All of the utilities had been turned on so we would be able to put some groceries away and have a snack.  She grabbed the electric kettle while I grabbed the coffee maker. With our free hands we each picked up the groceries. As we walked, we comfortably fell back into our old pattern confiding with each other.

“Allen doesn’t usually overreact!” I tried to remind her that he was the calm brother.

She looked at me and said, “Seriously didn’t you grow up with that man?” Being the diplomatic friend and sister-in-law, I didn’t say a word.

 “I mean remember the party we went to the year we graduated college?”

“I try very hard to forget that night my good friend.” We kept reminiscing as we walked back into the house.  Walking through to the kitchen, setting up the coffee maker and together putting away the perishables, we sat at an old farm table I got off of Craig’s list.  

We both laughed and cringed remembering that night. Colleen and I thought we were hot stuff the summer after we graduated college. In the fall we were both going our merry ways taking jobs in our perspective careers. We really did not feel like being responsible until we had to be. Therefore we planned on pushing the envelope by attending a party socializing way out of our comfort zone. Edgy, as a portrayal for the type of group, was really being kind when we later tried to defend our decision to party with them. Unfortunately we ran smack dab into my brother Allen and his closest friend Michael. I had such a crush on Michael. Being the youngest of five brothers I often ran afoul of their protective inclinations. However, what happened that night was an eye opener for Colleen, and unfortunately, me as well!

“Remember how naïve we were, thinking we would be able to mix unnoticed with such a sketchy crowd. We started to dance and have a couple of drinks feeling on top of the world.”  Colleen giggled, saying “Everything went south when we got separated and that guy started picking you up by your ankles and you started smacking him on his back!” Joining in her laughter I quickly remembered him starting up the stairs to the second floor, THAT, I was not about to tolerate. I started pulling his hair and he let me loose.

 We continued laughing, just about spitting out our coffee on my beautiful table. “Oh yea that was hysterical especially since when I got free I looked up straight into Michaels shocked eyes. He didn’t even say a word just dragged me out of the party through the front door.  The idiot guy was sputtering inanely behind us. To make matters worse,” I reminisced, “my brother was sitting by Michael’s car waiting for him. I’m shouting at Michael that you are still inside as he is pulling me to the car.  Allen looks up kind of shocked, and says he would go for you, running back into the house, all the while shouting back at me that I was in deep trouble! Michael was lecturing me about my irresponsible behavior!”

“Yada, yada,yada! Was all I cared to hear!”

“By that point I am ticked and embarrassed to be dragged off like a kid, and I start smacking Michael’s arm. I mean seriously, I had no thoughts of self- preservation.” I winced remembering…

 “Hit me again you little brat and I am going to put you across my knee and give you the paddling of your life. I should anyway. What are you doing at a party like this one?” He raged.

 “You are such a jerk,” I had shouted trying to free the hand firmly clutched in his. Everything was fine I screamed as I kicked him with my heeled foot directly into his left shin. I couldn’t believe his audacity in treating me like some underage child.  

“Sure… it was fine that’s why you were being lifted dangerously by your ankles and some mammoth drunk idiot was about to head upstairs with you!”

“I got away from him,” I screamed. “I am 22 years old, you do not need to babysit me!”

“I learned that night; Michael was just as over protective and spank-happy as my crazy brothers.” I told Colleen.

“Yea, the writing was on the wall for me too.” she grimaced.

 I still squirmed remembering how he’d pulled me over to the fire hydrant, sat down dragging me over his lap. He tightened his left arm grasping me around my waist firmly to hold me, and started spanking my bottom. The smell of summer grass still brings memories of that night since it was so close to tickling my nose. Michael had no compunction about pulling my short skirt up and spanking my panty clad bottom. Kicking my legs wildly just insured that he restrained them with his right leg.  The memory was imbedded as the most embarrassing moment of my thus far, 22 years on this earth.

“You little brat!” smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

“Ouch, stop NOW you jerk!” I pinched the skin on his ankle hoping to stop his spanking me.

 I recalled that just unleashed a fury of spanks,…. smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,  that went on until Allen came upon us at the fire hydrant with Colleen over his shoulder.  Colleen was squirming to avoid the smacks raining down all over her bottom as she kicked and screamed ‘put me down you jerk off,’ and smacked my brother. We were unceremoniously sat in the back seat of Michael’s car. Just then as sirens sounded, and the police rounded the corner stopping in front of the house, we pulled away.

Both lost in our visual memories we laughingly came back to the present.

“Well we didn’t sit well for a couple of days when the boys finished explaining our foolishness. They    were leaving the party due to the fact it had turned into one big drug party, and they were shocked to find us there!”  We were lectured about our poor judgment over and over.

“Yep, that is true, sigh… and now I have to go meet your brother and answer for my transgression of talking and driving while on my cell. If we go out tonight I hope the place has soft cushions!”

“You are ok, right?” I mean even though he is my brother I want to know you won’t hate him or anything.” I was embarrassed but needed to hear her answer. I knew of my brother’s proclivities. It seemed easier to talk about the past spanking, but this was now.

“Look Claire I hate being spanked, at least when I am being punished, but he is the best man I have ever had in my life. He would lay down his life protecting me. It’s not like he orders me around every minute of every day expecting a docile Stepford wife or anything.  I expect the same standard he does of me. I am just more prone to impulsive and at times dangerous thought and actions. Now with you being home again I’m probably going to need to build up some resistance for my currently, ‘occasionally’ punished posterior!”

“Wow Colleen, I don’t think you have ever been this forthcoming regarding my brother spanking you!”

“I’ll not be able to avoid your natural snooping,….. So I figure maybe knowing the fact your brother may spank me will keep YOU in line.” We started to clear the table placing our cups in the sink.

“Unfair girl, I only have to worry how my actions affect me now! Don’t put guilt pressure on me!” I was laughing as I grabbed the dishwashing detergent out of the remaining grocery bag on the floor. I turned on the hot water intending to soak our cups.

“Anyway I am hoping to get you attached to someone who takes care of you the same way,” she laughed….. maybe…. Michael? I know you are crazy about him.”

“Colleen, he did visit me in NY and I AM still crazy about him, but he is so officious some times.”

“He is not! You just don’t like anyone telling you what to do, even if you were about to do it anyway. You are very contrary!”

“Whoa, I am not, Colleen.”

 Even though I was slow to accept it, I knew Michael was the man for me; I would forever have a sore behind because she was actually right. Sigh…

That was actually the crux of my issue with Michael I thought. Even though I wasn’t admitting it out loud, I figured the die was already cast and we actually had something very special. However, I knew he was just like my brothers in regard to safety and other specific issues. He had said as much to me recently. I knew we were totally and completely, attracted to each other, and had a great deal in common, but we really hadn’t progressed from our last date in NY. We spent a great deal of time on the phone in the last several months. This past week however, I was scared to, continue or begin this romance so I was kind avoiding him thinking it was about losing my freedom. I had some trepidations with regards to his curbing my over the top behaviors with spanking!!  I wasn’t all that forthcoming about some of my less than carefully thought out actions. I didn’t like anyone telling me what to do! Sometimes I played the devil’s advocate when in a conversation with someone just to be ornery. Not that I tried to hurt a person’s feelings, mind you, just being contrary for its own sake. The worst thing was that if someone said don’t do something… I may just do it anyway because I was told no!

“That might not be a bad idea to keep you on the straight and narrow, darling, remember you kept me apprised of all your shenanigans,” she drawled. Colleen turned me to her and kissed my cheek saying she and Allen would see me at Marley’s pub that night.  “Don’t worry, let Michael in to your heart, he is a good guy!”

“I think he is already in my heart, and that is my dilemma,” I whispered as I let her out the front door.

I decided to go and see my parents before they began worrying about when I arrived. The grapevine being the way it was in small towns I was sure they were already acquainted with my whereabouts. They had already said they wouldn’t be joining the younger ‘kids’ at the pub.

~o0o~

You're off to a great start, Minelle!  Now I hope everyone remembers to come back tomorrow for the conclusion of the story.  And for those of you thinking of writing a story yourself please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

A little more venting


I got a sympathy card in the mail today, it read:

Hope the care and concern
that surrounds you today

Will guide and support you
each step of the way…

to a peaceful and hopeful tomorrow.


Thinking of you at this sad time

It was from my school partner, Megan.  She added the following note –

This card sums up exactly how I feel.  Oddly enough, I feel better just sharing it with you.

Poor thing, she is even more upset than I am.  John and I were the only partners she had ever had.  She’s only been teaching for four years.  I remember how attached you get to your partners when you are first starting out – they’re a bit like parents.  So part of the family is gone and one unknown and one jerk are being thrust upon us. 

Eve reminded me of a story I told her about Mr. K from several years ago. This just shows you about his personality and the general feeling of others at the school towards him.  Our cafeteria was changing to a new system and everyone had to be assigned a new number.  The head of the cafeteria staff sent out an email that read something like this.

We’ve had to change everyone’s lunch number.  So that it would be easy to remember, we used your home phone number.  If you don’t want to use this number just let us know and we’ll be happy to change it to anything you like.

Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it.  Not for Mr. K, he stormed into the cafeteria, during the busy lunchtime (the ladies were trying to get approximately 120 kids through the line) and pitched a fit saying…

“I don’t want to use my phone number! NO one asked me, I didn’t want it changed in the first place!  I don’t want these kids hearing it, or seeing me punch it in and then calling my house at all hours.  I want it changed and I what it changed NOW!”

I would have wanted to rip his head off if he had spoken to me that way, but the cafeteria lady, a sweet little lady, older then me, just gave him a kind smile and had him come back into her office where she meekly changed his number, writing it on a sticky for him.  He stalked out with out so much as a thank-you.  Those teachers and staff that had witnesses this rudeness told the story around the school.  But it wasn’t until the next day that the story got even better.  We all found out what number she had given him.  The number was 277-4653 and if you put it in your phone it spells out ASS-HOLE.  Lets hear it for little old, quick thinking, cafeteria ladies!!

I promise I won’t spend all my time complaining about Mr. K, but you can expect me to vent here some.  I guess it breaks the monotony of venting about Nick and the lack of spanking in my life – I’m afraid you can expect some of that pretty soon too.

Written by PK at 2:00 AM

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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Birthday and Pooky's survey


I have several things to talk about today. First thing - today is my 6th birthday! I posted for the first time 6 years ago today. So it really is like a birthday. I became a brand new person when I began the blog. 

I have been accused of gently encouraging a few people to begin blogs. Hmm… that might have happened on occasion, LOL! But I have a good reason. Blogging has been the best thing that has ever happened to me – it’s giving me closeness to my husband. It’s given me my best friends in the world. And now, instead of hiding who I am, I have a wonderful forum where I can talk to like-minded people about a subject near and dear to my heart. For forty-nine years I couldn’t talk about spanking to anyone – yes, blogging is important to me and I do encourage other to take the plunge. 



Speaking of friends beginning blogs I wanted to let you know that Minelle, who has written for Fantasy Friday, has begun a blog of her own. I hope you will go by and visit her at My Breath. I always think it’s fun to get in right at the first of a blog, but then again I’m nosy and don’t want to miss anything. Minelle has also contributed next week's Fantasy Friday, it's really good so don't forget to come by.


I also wanted to participate in Pooky’s survey. Here goes.


1. Have you read 50 Shades of Grey? Have you read all of them? 

I sure have!  Sunnygirl mentioned them to me right after she read them and I down loaded all three.  I enjoyed them a lot.  I wasn't looking for great literature, just a fun story - and I got it!

2. Have you read any other spanking fiction? 3. Did you start reading them before or after the 50 Shades?

I read as many blogs as I can find time to read.  I read 9 1/2 Weeks when it first came out.  Then Nancy Friday's, My Secret Garden, had several good spanking stories.  I read some Shadow Lane books before I found blogs and now that I can down load and read anywhere I want to.

4. Where do you find your find the best books? ie; Amazon, Blushing BooksLulu, etc.

I've really only been since I read 50 Shades that I've been looking and I usually find my choices here and then go to Amazon to order.

5. Have you ever written any spanking fiction?

I sure have, I've done maybe 15 Fantasy Friday's and of course I write Cassie's Space, which is my true joy!

6. Do you follow Pk's Fantasy Fridays? Have you ever written for her?

Oh yes, I've followed me for years!

7. Have you Read Clint's Bootcamp Book? Did you participate in it after you purchased it? 

No I haven't read it.

8. Are you a reader in real life? How serious? 

I'm a very serious reader.  I've carried a book around with me since I was about ten, but I haven't read as much since I started writing.


9. Do you generally purchase your reading material, check it out at the library, or borrow from a friend? 

I nearly always buy it and I love being able to get it on my Kindle and carry my whole library around with me.


10. Are you more likely to leave a review if you loved the book or hated it? 

I'm more likely to now than I used to be.  I understand now how much it means to a writer to get feedback.


One last thing, there is a new story over at Cassie's Space.  I hope you'll come by.

Written by PK at 5:00 PM

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