Sunday, March 31, 2013

Surprise Present and emails


So glad none of you minded me writing about anything – or nothing, however you want to think of it.  Mollie is home until Tuesday, doing want any wild college student does on their time off – kitting a scarf.  Some how the allure of drinking and partying as a college kid has alluded her (thank God).  She conned me into buying her yarn with the promise that we’d share the scarf.  I imagine I’ll get to have it in the summer.

Meanwhile I woke this morning to a wonderful gift from my husband.  I was planning on writing about it and showing you pictures, but he insist it’s not finished and I have to wait until he has it all done before I can post a picture.  No, it is not a paddle or anything spanking related.  On the contrary, I’m sure he sees it as something I can use to keep from getting spanked.  It is something I’d asked for, but I had no idea he’d really make me one and quite quickly too. Mollie found it somewhat ridiculous and simple rolled her eyes.  Hopefully I'll be able to show it to you soon.

On to weightier matters, pun intended, I didn’t lose last week.  I was up .2, which is nothing since our scales are so screwy.  But I know I didn’t lose and I was pretty much trying this week.  I exercised several time.  Sorta watched what I ate.  I suppose I wasn’t exactly perfect.  Nick and I had discussed the post I put up last week about him not emailing or saying anything to me Friday.   Can you believe he try to put the blame on ME!  He mentioned that I had not bothered to send him an email during the week as he’s asked/told me to.  Well that wasn’t my fault – I forgot!   Oh well, you know how men are (okay, maybe it was a little my fault.)

He did send an email this week after he saw I’d gone up ever so slightly. It began:

You just can't stay out of trouble!  Where's the cane?

For what ever reason that made me smile.  Not the cane part – wherever that darn thing is now.  But it made me smile anyway.  He made several suggestions and made a couple of rules for the week – which I will follow.  And then I thought of an excellent incentive for losing and I send Nick the following email.

I'll be home all next week. Harder or easier to lose?  If I lose at home this week can I retire? School might me making me fat, you never know.

Unfortunately he didn’t go for it writing back:

Sounds like a set-up, you wouldn't eat all week.

Oh well, it was worth a try. 

I hope everyone is having a lovely Easter.  I love having my girl home.  I am feeling relaxed and happy about the coming week.  Nick is off and we’ll have our empty nest back after Tuesday.  I’m looking forward to getting some writing done.  I feel like if I could ever get the first chapter of the book ‘right’ the rest would flow – who knows, but I’m giving it a try!

Written by PK at 5:30 PM

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Fantasy Friday Revisit - Primping Doesn't Pay

If this is up then evidently I did survive the week. Mollie will be home tonight and stay through Tuesday.  Nick has off the whole week so I think we'll have a nice balance of kid time, writing time and couple time. I'm looking forward to all of it.

Yes we are starting back on re-runs because I'm not getting any new stories.  That's a BIG hint folks.  I think that there are some great stories that most of you probably haven't read, but I always like to hear from new people who are willing to write.  Now about the pictures, I'm guessing some of you have missed them from our current stories.  I had to give it up - I was spending hours trying to find a picture that was exactly what I wanted.  I was driving myself nuts so I just stopped. Maybe I'll try some this summer, but don't count on it.

I first posted this story in 2010.  The writer is K Marthy and I have since lost touch with her.  Maybe if she is still reading she'll contact me again.  Here's the information she told me about herself back then.

She's in her 30's,  married and just started a spanking relationship about a year ago. She is new to writing but you can see she seems to be catching on fast!   Please enjoy...

Primping Doesn't Pay

She uncapped her tube of coral lipstick and carefully painted her lips the brilliant milky orange. Her long, mascara coated eyelashes swept over her eyes as she smiled brilliantly at herself in the bathroom mirror. Hmmm...not quite right yet. Tonight was Jeff's important work dinner. It could mean a promotion, and she wanted to look her best. She reached for her compact of blush.

"Valerie!" she heard his booming voice echo from the bottom of the stairs. "It's six forty-five! We need to be there for seven-thirty! Come on!"

"Coming, honey," came her sugar sweet reply. "Just give me one minute." She swiped her brush through the rosy blush and swirled it onto the apples of her cheeks. That was better. As her eyes travelled upward, she noticed a stray curl out of place. It had taken her hours to make every curl perfect - how could this have happened? She plugged the ceramic curling iron back into the socket.

"Valerie!" Jeff's voice was more impatient now. "It's been more than a minute! We have to go!"

"I know, darling," Valerie called back. "I only just need one more minute - honest!" She heard his sigh of annoyance, but more importantly she heard his footsteps patter away and breathed a little sigh of relief. Her appearance needed to be flawless, and she couldn't achieve that if her husband was constantly harassing her. Besides, how would she show up Sharon if she didn't look her absolute best?

Sharon was Jeff's co-worker's wife. She was snooty and elegant, and always looked absolutely stunning. At every work event that Jeff brought Valerie to, Valerie always tried to ensure that she looked as perfect as possible. Perhaps it was a little immature; catty even, like critical high school girls. But whenever she saw Sharon's glossy nails, or her glowing tan, something inside of her flowed over into a boiling rage. She wanted to be better. She NEEDED to be better. So she would be. She wrapped the hot curling tongs around the offending curl.

"VALERIE!" Jeff was standing at the bathroom door now. "That is enough! You look fine!"

"Just fine!?" Valerie whipped around, her eyebrows in a concerned arc.

"No, no! I didn't mean that!" Jeff answered quickly. "I meant you look beautiful...radiant...gorgeous..."

"That's more like it," Valerie said with a smirk.

"Lose the attitude, young lady. It is now seven o' clock, and we need to go." He came over to her and ran his hands along her form fitting red dress. It was silky and the neckline dipped into a stylish V. "If you don't come with me right now, I will turn your bottom the same shade as this dress. Do you understand?"

Valerie's reply was a roll of her eyes as she switched off the curling iron. This was met with a sharp slap to her bottom. "Ouch!" she cried.

"I don't think you understood me the first time, so I will remind you again. Cut the attitude. It's a big night for me, and I won't have you spoiling it." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

"Jeff!" she shrieked, yanking the coral lipstick out of her purse again. "You smudged it!"

He sighed, defeated. His wife's vanity got to be quite tiring after awhile, but that was not the time to address it. "Let's go, Val. You can fix it in the car."


***


Despite Jeff's constant attempts to herd his wife out the door, they were late. The traffic was ridiculous; he had never seen such a jam at that time. They swerved into the banquet hall fifteen minutes late.

"See?" Jeff said angrily as he yanked the keys from the engine. "If we had left at six forty-five like I had wanted to, we would be here on time! How do you think this makes me look?!"

She stared at him blankly. "Fashionably late?" she offered.

"Don't even," he growled as he stormed across the parking lot, beckoning for her to follow him.

As they entered, the hostess immediately directed them to their table, where everybody else was already seated.

"Jeff!" said Mr. Bill Hayes, Jeff's white haired boss. "Glad you could make it."

"Wouldn't miss this for the world, Mr. Hayes," Jeff said in a cool voice, very unlike his menacing tone in the parking lot. "I apologize for being late; the traffic was horrendous. Never seen it like that around here." He took Valerie's hand and they sunk into their seats, which happened to be right next to Sharon and her husband Dan. After seething inside for a moment, Valerie immediately stole a glance at Sharon.

Sharon was wearing a lilac eye shadow, dabbed expertly across her eyelids. "Ugh!" Valerie thought to herself. "I knew I read that lilac was in in Glamour...but I never got around to buying it!" A pair of diamonds sparkled dazzlingly in her ears. Valerie touched her rubies self-consciously. As if to make matters worse, the newest Louis Vuitton bag was plopped on the ground beside Sharon. Valerie hadn't even brought a purse; Jeff had dragged her out the door too quickly. Valerie bit her lip angrily. Sharon caught her staring at her.

"Hello, Valerie," she greeted her in a crystal, icy voice.

"Hello, Sharon," Valerie managed to reply. She could feel Sharon's eyes absorbing everything about her; her hair, her makeup, her dress, her shoes. She clenched her toes in frustration.

"Where did you park?" Sharon asked, in an attempt to make small talk.

"Over in the corner by Lodge Street," Valerie told her.

"Oh, I see. The Mercedes wouldn't fit in those small spaces; Dan is ever so cautious about scratching the paint, so we parked in the paid lot across the street. You know how it is." Her eyes glimmered, knowing full well that Valerie did not know how it was at all. Jeff and Valerie's Volkswagen didn't quite compare.

"Of course," responded Valerie through gritted teeth. She focused her attention on the menu. The sirloin did sound good...

When the waitress came to collect their orders, Sharon ordered first. "The perch, please, with a small garden salad and just water to drink." The waitress scribbled this onto her pad.

"And for yourself, madam?" she inquired of Valerie.

"Uh...uh..." Valerie stammered. Sharon had ordered a meal that clearly would help her maintain her slim figure. "I'd like the perch as well. And...a side of rice, please." She knew she had to change it up a little. It would be even worse to appear as if she were copying Sharon.

Twenty minutes later, platefuls of steaming food arrived. Jeff had ordered the sirloin that Valerie had had her eye on, and it looked delicious compared to her fish. She tried not to look at it, and dug in.

When they were well into their meal, Mr. Hayes stood up and clinked his knife to his glass. Everyone at the table was immediately silenced. "As you all know, Jeff is an exceptional employee. He is outstanding in all aspects of his work, and the day he walked in for his interview I just knew that he would prove to be an extraordinary worker. And let me just say...I was right!" Everyone laughed appreciatively. "So, I could not be more proud to announce that Jeff is going to be promoted to Marketing Executive!" Everyone clapped loudly, including Valerie. Jeff beamed.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hayes. I hope you know how absolutely honoured I am," Jeff said, trying to maintain composure. He received a few slaps on the back from his male co-workers.

Valerie was on a high herself, thinking of what Jeff's new salary bonus would mean. More clothes...more makeup...more shoes... She grinned despite herself.

When Valerie's low-fat soy vanilla ice cream arrived (although Jeff's triple tiered chocolate cheesecake looked better), she dug her spoon in eagerly. Suddenly, though, she felt a cool wet seep in through the material of her dress onto her lap. Her spoon dropped into the dish with a clatter. She turned to see Sharon, who was holding an empty wine glass. The stain was slowly spreading on Valerie's new dress.

"Oh, Valerie! I'm so sorry! That was completely accidental!" Sharon apologized, but Valerie noted that she didn't sound very sorry.

"It's quite all right, Sharon," Jeff piped up quickly. "I'm sure that--"

"No, it's NOT all right!" Valerie exploded. "She totally meant to!" She turned to face Sharon. "You bitch! You ignorant cow!" Before she could stop herself, she hurled the deep red contents of her own wine glass onto Sharon's white dress. Sharon gasped.

"VALERIE!" Jeff's fingers curled so tightly around her wrist that she squealed. "Apologize right now!"

"I won't!" Valerie refused. "That bitch meant to!" His grip tightened. "Ow!" she shrieked. "Fine! I'm sorry, Sharon!"

"Why, there's no need to worry," Sharon responded coolly. "Emotions overcome all of us sometimes. Was that an expensive dress, Valerie? I'll be more than happy to pay for a new one." Her smile resembled that of a wolf. Valerie's heart pounded even more. It was just like Sharon to play the bigger person and make her look even more foolish.

Valerie had nothing left to say. She simply stood up, turned on her heel and left, leaving the table speechless. Her high heeled shoes clicked against the pavement of the parking lot as she marched over to their car. She unlocked it quickly and flung herself into the passenger's seat.

Jeff didn't emerge for another hour. She braced herself for the worst. He slid in cool as a cucumber, twisted the key in the engine and drove halfway home before speaking.

"So, you know that we only get the belt out for severe offenses. I would say that this is most definitely a severe offense."

"But, but Jeff! I don't want a spanking!" Valerie cried. Her bottom tingled on the heated seat.

"Valerie, you and I both know that your behavior was beyond unacceptable. Now, there is no question that you will be receiving a spanking tonight. If you speak one more word on this ride home, I will double your punishment...and let me tell you, you're already not going to be sitting comfortably for days, young lady." Something in Jeff's voice let her know that he was dead serious, and she kept her mouth shut. Ten minutes later, their car rolled into their driveway. "Up to our bedroom NOW. I want you fully naked. You will fetch the belt, and bring it downstairs to the living room, where I will be waiting for you. You have three minutes to do this. If you take any longer, your punishment will be longer. Is any of this unclear to you, young lady?" She shook her head vigorously. "Three minutes. Go."

Valerie did all that he had asked of her, and trudged down the stairs to the living room. He had placed a footstool in the middle of the room. "Hand me the belt, young lady." She obeyed. "Now kneel at my feet." Once again, she obeyed. "I cannot believe the way you behaved tonight, Valerie. It was such a critical night for me and I expected more of you." She could tell he was trying to control his anger. "Your vanity and jealousy is becoming absolutely ridiculous. You have to check yourself out in absolutely every mirror you see, and frankly, I've had enough. First, you made us late because you spent far too long touching up your appearance. Then, you dumped wine on my co-worker's wife, in front of all of my other co-workers and most importantly my boss, because you are jealous."

"I'm NOT jealous!" Valerie protested, but he held up his hand to silence her.

"Young lady, you will not speak out of turn," he cautioned her. "And yes, Valerie, you would not care what Sharon thought if you were not jealous. So, this is what is going to happen. You are going to go into the kitchen where I have filled a basin with cold water. You are to rinse your face and hair so that your face is free of all makeup and your hair is in its natural state. Then, when you are done, you will call me into the kitchen where I will place a bar of soap in your mouth for swearing tonight. You know I don't tolerate that. When the bar of soap is in your mouth, you will stand in the corner with your bottom stuck out so that I can give you a hand spanking. If the bar of soap leaves your mouth, we will place it back in and begin again. After your hand spanking, you will receive a belting. Tomorrow morning, at six-thirty, when I am about to go to work I will wake you up and deliver another hand spanking. You will not be permitted to go back to bed. Instead, you will begin your housework and you will do it in the nude so that your red bottom is on display. You will not be allowed to leave the house tomorrow and if you do I will know about it, because I am going to call you every half hour. If you do not pick up the phone when I call, I will drive home immediately, and you will receive another belting. Tonight, you will go to bed at ten thirty. Are we clear?"

Valerie could not believe he was being so harsh! She nodded feebly.

"Good. Also...one more thing. For the next month, you will not be permitted makeup, hair styling products, nail polish, or anything of the sort. I want you 'au naturel' as they say, so that you can overcome this ridiculous vanity problem."

"Jeff! NOOO!" she cried out desperately. "Jeff, please! I can't! I need that stuff!"

"No, you don't. I will be confiscating it from you. I think this will be a real benefit to you, young lady. Now wash your face."

Valerie trotted glumly into the kitchen, tears brimming in her eyes. She dunked her head into the cold water and scrubbed at her face until it was clean. She called Jeff into the room.

"Good job, Valerie." He went over to the sink, where he picked up a fresh bar of Ivory soap. "Now, come over here, young lady." She hesitated. "NOW. Don't make me come over there." She slowly went over. "Open wide. You know you deserve this. Because you said two swear words, you will receive a hard two minute hand spanking. Consider this your warm up. Now into the corner you go." She went over and pushed out her bottom the way she knew Jeff wanted it. She heard his tongue click in approval. The soap tasted awful; she hated the stuff. It wasn't the first time she had been in this position but it never tasted any better. However, she didn't have long to think about it because her mind was soon focused on her bottom that was getting soundly spanked.

SMACK! "You will..." SMACK! "Never..." SMACK! "Act that way..." SMACK! "Around my co-workers and boss..." SMACK! "Or simply act like that..." SMACK! "Ever..." SMACK! "Again!" SMACK!

"Mmmm..." SMACK! "Pthhhhh..." SMACK! "Pthhrrryy errrrr..." SMACK! This was supposed to sound like 'I'm so sorry sir', but the bar of soap in her mouth made it quite difficult to speak.

SMACK! "Oh, you're not sorry yet..." Jeff said, landing another resounding smack onto her rapidly reddening bottom. "But you will be!" SMACK!

This continued in a rain of spanks for another minute or so, until Jeff finally allowed Valerie to remove the bar of soap. "Go into the living room right now," he commanded. He slapped her bottom again, hard. She scurried away quickly. He followed. "Young lady, I want you to kneel sideways on the seat of that footstool so that your bottom is arched high in the air and your hands are on the ground." It took a bit of maneuvering, and he helped her a little. "Very good," he said as she struggled to hold the position. "Now keep it that way. If you move out of place, you know that I will spank you longer and harder, and that is not something that you want with this belt." Tears streamed down her face and dripped onto the floor. She heard him approach her from behind, and saw the belt in his hand. She whimpered. "Forty strokes with this belt," he said. "They will all be hard, but I expect you to take them. You know that you deserve them." And with that, he landed the first fiery blow.

"Owww!" sobbed Valerie. Another blow landed. "OWWW!" she cried even louder.

"You brought this on yourself," Jeff said, observing how her soft bottom was already welting from the two strokes. He landed another.

"OWWWWWWW!" Her bottom wiggled furiously.

"You keep that bottom still, young lady," he warned. "You know what happens to quivering bottoms." He landed ten more blows; twenty more blows. "Seven more," he told her. "They are going to be even harder. And if you don't take them, we will start from 1 again." He whipped the belt down hard, and left her sobbing again. One...two...three...four...five... "One more, Valerie." He hit the hardest he had hit the entire punishment, and left her crying hopelessly, her poor red bottom stuck high in the air. He allowed her to come down from that position and kneel in front of him, hands on her head.

"You know I love you baby," he told her softly. "You know I hate to do that to you. But I just can't let you act that way. You mean the world to me, Valerie, and I won't let you embarrass yourself like that." He kneeled down with her and kissed her tears away, and rubbed her tender bottom, which made her cringe a little. "Now, it's ten twenty. You know you need to be in bed in ten minutes."

"Sir?" Valerie said in a small, sniffly voice.

"Yes, darling?"

"Will you come to bed with me, maybe?"

He smiled at her. "Yes, I will," he said.

"And sir?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Do I have to get a spanking tomorrow morning?"

He grabbed her hand to help her up. "Yes, baby. You know I don't go back on my word, and you know that you deserve it. But come; let's not worry about that now. Let's get you comfortably to bed...on your tummy!" He grinned a little at her, and they mounted the stairs to bed.


***

A month later, Valerie was feeling great. The cashier at the supermarket, the one who always cashed her out, told her that she had been looking exceptionally radiant lately, and asked what she was using. She had noticed more males paying attention to her on the street (although this was something she took care to keep from Jeff). She enjoyed the extra hour she could take to sleep in in the morning because she wasn't worrying about her appearance. She grew more comfortable with her natural look. Really, who noticed if she was wearing mascara anyway? Although she had been scared at the prospect of not being allowed to primp constantly, she found that it was actually rather...relaxing. She had apologized profusely to Sharon (although she still thought that she could be a bitc-- er, nuisance). She felt very at peace.

As she was laying on her bed reading one October afternoon, she heard Jeff enter the room. She looked up to see him carrying her assortment of beauty tools, including her curling iron, her box of makeup and her bin of nail polishes. She just smiled at him.

"Really, honey...just put those away. I don't think I'll be needing them. In fact, I feel just great. And I've learned that primping doesn't pay."

Jeff felt a surge of pride. "Your lipstick and your blush does look good sometimes," he told her, "but I think that a bright red bottom looks best on you!"

~~o0o~~

I hope K Marthy is reading and will comment.  She also said back them that she was thinking of a sequel to the story since Valerie wasn't the only one in the story who could use a good spanking!  K, I thank you for your story and hope you'll write again.

Of course you know my usual plea - I'd love new stories.  If you've written one but you're hesitant to send it in - now is the time.  Please send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Now I'm the badass


This has been the longest week at school ever!  If Megan doesn’t get back soon I’m retiring no matter what.  I’m getting more and more irritated at work.  I used to be so timid, always the peacemaker, I wanted to avoid conflict so badly I’d let anyone walk all over me.  Times have changed.

I think it’s a combination of age and just the fact that I am completely and totally fed up with the bullsh*t in my profession.  People at work now know that if they don’t want me to tell them exactly what I think – don’t ask me.  I will no longer stand by quietly as they pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.  And you know – that part is fun. 

I’ve always enjoyed the children, but now I’m kinda enjoying being the badass at teacher’s meeting.  I remember when I first started out gasping at some of the things older teachers said, and wondering how they possible got up the nerve to say such thing.  Now I know – its realizing that your boss is a boy and that you know more how to teach your students than he does. Its simply doing the job you were hired to do, regardless of every ‘new idea’ that is the momentary ‘most wonderful thing to come to education ever!’  After all, they will change it for a new ‘most wonderful’ thing next year.

I’m blessed that Nick is willing to listen to my complaints about work.  He’ll listen to my bitching and griping, ask me question, commiserate with me for a while and then come at me with a wooden spoon if he thinks I’m letting it get to me too much.  Can’t ask much more than that.  Now If I can just make it through today and tomorrow we’ll finally be to my spring break and I’ll have ten days off to breath and write!  Cross your fingers for me.

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Sunday, March 24, 2013

Cane stripes, madness and good Sunny advice


Before you read this, which, after I wrote it came off sounding so sad at the beginning – please know that I am happy and content.  My only ‘problem’ is sitting on a slightly sore bottom that is sporting stupid cane stripes… but I’m getting ahead of the story.

How long do you have to be married? How long to you have to do TTWD?  How many years do you have to blog about it all before you understand the person you married and put your trust in them? I can’t answer those questions because I obviously don’t know the answer.  Let’s just say that the answer is longer than I’ve been doing any of it.

I gained weight this week.   I know I’ve talked as much about weight here as I do spanking.  It should have been a problem I put behind me long ago, but it still there.  I can honestly say that I don’t think the way I look bothers Nick in the least.  Its never seemed to – but when the weight depresses me, when my knees hurt, when I have to take BP medicine, when we know I’m pre-diabetic, I know those things bother him a great deal and of course they bother me too.

My feelings were hurt some Friday.  Nick often emails after he sees what I weigh, sometimes congratulation, sometime a threat of what’s to come, but usually an email.  I didn’t get one and I blamed it on March Madness (For some that might mean basketball, for me it’s being pissed that the stupid games are taking my shows off TV and contributed to my feelings of being ignored by my husband.)

So he’d didn’t mention the weight Friday evening, never mentioned going out to eat as we usually do, fixed him some supper and watched TV.  Although he never suspected, I was hurt and I bitched to a few friends on line about it.

Despite all I woke in a pretty good mood Saturday morning after some strange dreams.  I told one to Nick after breakfast (my mom said never tell a dream before breakfast or it will come true).  In it, I was driving along a country road when suddenly the road ended and the car flew off a high cliff.  No way to go back – flying through the air to a certain death.  But when the car landed I was fine and walked away.

Later that morning after putting away some laundry (yes I really did!) I was reaching for my computer when Nick stopped me.  He told me to come back to the bedroom for some dream interpretation.  He said the thought that flying over the cliff might have been the way my weigh flew over a number we didn’t want to ever see again, didn’t creep over, mind you – it flew over! He asked me if I’d like to weigh again to see was it was that morning – so dangerous, not that I thought it had gone up any, but I always weigh in the nude and at that moment I felt it was important to try and keep my pants on.

That part was a battle I’d lose anyway so I undressed and weigh again.  I was down over a pound from the day before (I hate our scales, they are so screwy) and he said that was better, but not to bother dressing again. 

It was a hard spanking – not much warm up, and very hard.  It hurt and I didn’t like it – and that’s not a complaint, just a simple fact.  It did help, and it was what I needed.  And maybe the biggest part was knowing he still wasn’t giving up on me despite the fact that I seem to be making little headway and wasn’t giving it my best effort. 

He just had to finish off with that stupid cane!  If he wants to use that hateful thing he’s going to need to change sides half way through – I’m striped like a zebra on one side while the other is unscathed.  But I know what took away most of the sting, it was what he said afterward. He said, “Do you know how much I love you?” It made me stop and realize that yes I do know, and that is what I need to be thinking about as the best incentive for getting healthier. 

I was pretty sure the spanking was over, but I tried a few distracting moves anyway and they seemed to take.  A few minutes later Nick said, “This wasn’t actually my plan.” To which I replied, “Things happen.” Many times I’ve been the one who didn’t want a discipline/reminder/motivational/warning spanking followed immediately by sex, but somehow it just seemed right – I sure hope Nick didn’t mind, he didn’t seem to.

I’m learning – slowly, but I’m learning. Learning to wait on Nick, to trust that he isn’t giving up, learning that I have to take better care of myself – and learning to listen to Sunnygirl who says that damn cane needs to be broken or lost forever, smart woman.

Written by PK at 5:00 PM

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Friday, March 22, 2013

Fantasy Friday - Strange Vacation


Part two is up over at Bob's click here finish the story.

First weekend of spring folks!  Somehow though I don't think many of us are throwing on our bathing suits and running for the lawn chair.  It's cold!  Oh well, good reason to curl up by a warm fire and write.

We have a great story today - different, to be sure and fun! I really got a kick out of it the first time I read it.  Our story today is from Bob.  His fairly new, and very interesting blog is  Thoughts on TTTWD .  If you haven't been by yet I have a feeling you may be going soon because the second part of this wonderful story will be up at his place tomorrow. I had posted last week that I didn't have any new stories and I was going to have to dip into my re-runs, but Bob came through for me.  Now sit back and enjoy...

Strange Vacation


Sue walking arm in arm with Tom, thinking that she could not be any happier with her life since she let Tom spank her on his birthday almost a year ago and who would have known that she would really crave his attentive hand paying all that attention on her butt.

She wraps her arm tighter around his and leans into him as they walk side-by-side enjoying the bright sunny day, doing her most favorite thing window-shopping; looking at all the antique stores along the famous tourist trap boulevard.

Tom feels her snuggle closer to him, he starts to whisper a little too loudly to Sue and laughing evilly “You know how I am going to turn you over my knee and spank you until you beg me to stop don’t you? You are so going to beg me to stop this time.”

Sue, looking as innocent as she could while batting her eyes at him in mock horror says, “Whatever did sweet innocent little ole me do to deserve to endure such a harsh punishment?” Holding her arm over her forehead she mockingly said, “Do your worst I will never beg.” as she openly gooses his butt.

Tom does a quick goose step and half heartily tries to swat her hand away when all of a sudden Sue stops in front of a boutique shop looking at all the old costume jewelry. Letting go of Tom’s arm she makes a sharp right turn into the store.

For one split second, Tom thought Sue fell into a pit because of the way she ripped her hand off his arm and then he saw her disappear into the store. With a sigh Tom says to himself “Not another store and above all a jewelry store.” Groaning he walks into the store.

Sue, like a little girl in a doll shop, is looking and touching all the rings, bracelets and earrings that she can find. Finally Tom catches up and shaking his head and acts as if he is interested in what she is looking at and all the while he is mumbling to himself “shoot me now and put me out of my misery.”

Sue spies a ruby red ring shinning brightly taking her attention away from the other rings. It was almost as if it was talking to her. She picks up the ring examining it, as if it was a precious stone. Just before she places the ring on her finger an old lady silently glides out onto the stores floor and touches Sue’s arm, “Can I help you deary?”

Sue turns around holding her heart and was about to let loose on the idiot that scared her half to death then shuts her mouth seeing that it was just an old lady “This ring it, it is so beautiful I have never seen a stone shine like this before. It’s almost like it is talking to me.” She starts to place the ring on her finger when in a blink of an eye the old woman snatches the ring away from her. “Oh sweetie you don’t want this old ring it’s not for you, oh no not at all. I got just the thing for you my dear” she takes Sue by the hand and leads her to a different table with earrings on display. “Look at this display honey and you just might find something here for you.”

Tom, leaning against a display case admiring Sue in her sundress the way it hugs her body in all the right places, is picturing her grasping the table with her body slightly bent over with her sundress up over her hips and her panties down to her knees. He is raising his hands to deliver a well-placed spank when he is suddenly brought back to reality by this little blur heading towards his wife. But before he could act, the old woman is talking to Sue. Tom, being a man, went back to his favorite past time dreaming of spanking his wife.

Sue looking at all the colorful earrings displayed on the table and was amazed at the clarity of all the stones. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she notices a strange looking set of teardrop earrings.

They were the strangest colors she has ever seen. The stones colors looked like a kaleidoscope of colors in constant motion. 

Picking the earrings up and holding them in the light she was mesmerized by the movement of the colors inside the gem. It almost looked like the darker one was in a chaotic movement and the lighter one was a calmer movement. Looking at Tom, “can I buy these earrings please Tom please?”

 “No, you don’t need another pair of earrings you got a whole box of them back at home.” Tom then tells Sue they have to get going because it was getting late and then took her hand and started to leave the store.
      
 Pouting Sue says, “But Tom, just look at the color of the gems. I have never seen colors like this before. Please I won’t ask for any thing else today?”

Before Tom could say another word, the old woman said “Take these as a gift honey, these earrings were made just for you. But you have to promise me that if you ever tire of these you bring them back to me” she puts the earrings in the palm of Sue’s hand and then closes her fingers around the earrings.

Tom was going to insist that Sue give the earrings back but looking at her face he relented and said ok.

Sue gives him a big hug and a smooch on the lips then turns around to thank the old woman for the earrings. They looked throughout the store, but she was nowhere to be found. She writes a little thank you note and leaves it on the counter then they left.

Eating dinner at the 4 star fish restaurant, both lost in their own thoughts, Sue looks at Tom saying “Thank you sweetheart for the best vacation yet. I have really enjoyed being with you this week. I have never seen so many boutique shops as I have today. Those earrings are just phenomenal. I have never seen glass do the things that these have and it was very generous of that old woman to give them to me don’t you think?”

“That old lady gave me the creeps. Did you see the way she walked, it looked like she was floating across the floor instead of walking and how did she get to us so fast it’s just weird, spooky you know?”

Looking at him while he was explaining how the old lady had floated across the floor as if she was a ghost decided to change the subject “You don’t mind if we just turn in early tonight do you I am a bit tired from all that shopping we did today?”

Leaning closer to her and locking eyes with hers “Oh no you’re not getting off that easy my dear. According to my estimations, you deserve one spanking maybe two before the night is over”

With a big smile on her face, “What do you mean a spanking? What did I do? No way, it is not going to happen. No spankings for me tonight.”  

Trying to look serious but failing miserably. “Number one is that you took those earrings when I said not to and two is because you are so adorable when you are across my knees yelping telling me to stop and three is just the feeling of your butt wiggling over my lap and other manly things.”  

“I did not buy those earrings they were a gift from that nice old woman”

Chuckling loudly “The only reason you got them was because of the way you were pouting, she had to give them to you or else you would never have left the store, you played her well”

As soon as the hotel door closed, Sue jumped on Tom’s back and with one hand started to smack him on his flanks yelling. “Ride em cowgirl, he haw.”

Tom gallops around the room and then heads right to the bed and dumps her on it. Sue landing face down on the bed, he pins her so she cannot move then he starts to spank her butt. “Now for that spanking that I promised you.” He smacks her butt a few more time then rubs her backside. “I want you to pull your pants down and get over my knees so I can spank that naughty ass of yours.”

“I would love to comply with your wishes O’ mighty HOH but there is a small problem with your command. You are still holding me down playing bongos on my humps.” snorting while laughing wiggling her butt.

Smoothing out her pants, he reluctantly releases her after one more swat as he sits on the edge of the bed and his lustful eyes follow her while she is crawling off the bed. Sue stands in front of Tom and slowly unbuckles her belt then reaching for the clasp of her pants and releases it, she very seductively pulls down her zipper.

Sue’s eyes glaze over and she starts licking her lips her skin heating up to a soft pink color. With her fingers in the waistband, she starts to wiggle out of her pants letting them fall around her feet.

Tom is breathing more rapidly and feels his pants getting tight at the crotch. Mouth open watching the strip show unfolding in front of him and doesn’t notice that the glass on the new earrings that Sue is wearing is starting to change colors as the act is going on.

Wearing only a bra and skimpy panties she seductively stretches over his lap and starts grinding her hips on his crotch “Please Sir don’t spank me too hard. I didn’t have a choice but to take the jewelry and besides she disappeared when we wanted to give them back.”

Straightening her panties and rubbing from her butt to her knees “oh no you minx you’re not talking your way out of this spanking,” spank “take that” spank “and that” spank, spank. Getting into a rhythm he enthusiastically peppers her buttocks turning them a nice shade of pink.

The color of the earrings are changing rapidly now it seems the more he spanked Sue the faster the colors changed. Tom at a snail's pace pulls down her panties to her ankles and then decides to take them off completely. While admiring her now very pink butt and moving his hand in lazy circles on her mounds then suddenly he rakes his nails all along her body all the while watching her as she shudders over his lap.

Sue is now primed like a racehorse ready to bust out of the gate. Breathing quick shallow breaths water beading up around her forehead, moaning and just about to erupt praying that he would just impale her with his shaft and set her free.

Tom smacks the bare skin on her butt harder than before spanking one cheek and then a loud slap on the other “are you starting to learn your lesson?” while not missing a beat and suddenly he picks up the pace and rapidly spanks her twice as fast.

Sue going out of her mind with her body burning up not only from her butt but also from her apex between her legs suddenly she yells “Tom damn you please stop and just screw me already. I am so hot, I am on fire, I need you in me now damn it”

Tom smiling slows down the spanking and completely stops and rubs her body completely. Sue is completely spent and can’t move and Tom helps her up, lays her down in bed, and puts the blankets over her to keep her warm. He reaches out towards her ears, then takes the earrings out, and notices that they are hot to the touch. Not giving it a second thought, he puts them on the dresser. He hurriedly strips off his cloths and is more than happy to give Sue all his attention in satisfying her every need while pulling the cover over him then turns out the lights and all he heard was Sue calling out to God.

Sometime during the night, one earring started to move and vibrate, the stone started to turn from light to dark. Smoke started to pour out of the glass and started to take a solid form into a little elfin and with an impish voice said, “Free at last. I thought I would never break Oberon’s barrier. Now I am free to do what I want.”

The Imp, floating in the air, looking at the other stone on the earring turning different colors thinking Oberon will be coming soon to try to take me back to my boring life with him but he will have a big surprise when he finely comes out.

The Imp is above the strange creatures looking at them wondering what to do with them and sees a bright flash and Oberon comes out from his stone.

Oberon looking around him, spots the one that he is looking for and says, “Tana let us leave this place. You do not belong here and you must not meddle in these creatures affairs”

“No my husband I am not returning to you, I want to help this weaker creature from this oppressor. You have seen how her mate just beat her until she screamed for him to stop.”

Knowing that her husband is too weak to do any harm to her, she turns her attention to the sleeping couple below her and says an incantation over them so that they cannot see them.

“Tana no, stop” groaning loudly because he was too late to stop her “you must stop this madness or so help me…”

Sue smiling with sleepy eyes rotates on her side so she can see her sleeping husband. As she is watching him trying to wake up, she reaches out to stroke his stubby face. “Good morning sleepy head, what would you like for breakfast?”

Tom not so sleepy any more pulls the covers over his head and starts doing the Jaws theme as he heads to the center of the bed. Sue starts to squeal as she grabs his head with both hands pressing him harder to her.

Both are laughing and then Tom gets a hard slap on the head as he tries to pull away. Sue had such a grip on his head that he almost lost his hair “hey what was that for? What the hell did you hit me for?”

Sue jumps because Tom yelled at her “What? Why are you why are you yelling at me?”

“Because you hit me on the head”

“Honey how could I hit you on the head I had both of my hands on your head all the time?”

Tana is spinning in circles with glee because she now has a mission to save this weaker creature from the tyranny of her mate.

Oberon looking in horror that his wife is interfering in the creatures’ affairs, he flies up towards Tana yelling “stop, stop it right now. We must not interfere with these creatures.”

“Come on Oberon grow a couple of big ones. What can these creatures possibly do to us? They can’t even see us now thanks to my spell. So come on join your wife and let’s have fun.”

“How soon you forget from the last time you meddled in others affairs because you almost had our portal closed from us for good. I wish there was something I could do to make you stop”

Tom sitting on the edge of the bed with a blanket over his waist rubbing his head looks at Sue sitting naked leaning on the headboard. He suddenly forgets about his head because his blood is starting to flow down to his other head. 

He growls at her “I’m going to get my pound of flesh one way or another.” as he grabs her ankles and pulls her towards him until she is on her back. Putting his hands on either side of her hips, he buries his head between her legs. Sue squeals and grabs the headboard with both hands while arching her back and opening her legs more so she can give him better accesses to his breakfast.

Oberon grabs Tana’s hands before she can cause any more trouble and pulls her away from the two humans having coitious. As he is pulling her away, he is fascinated in what these humans are doing and making sure Tana doesn’t see him watching.

Oberon suddenly realizes that by watching the creatures in their ritual that he has gotten stronger and starts to wonder if he does whatever it is they are doing to each other if
it would work for him. So he starts to plot out a course to rein in his wife to be compliant.

Oberon is looking for a place to put his wife, spots a small drawer open and tosses her into it then closes the drawer and puts a spell on it so she can’t open it. Now he can spend all his attention on watching and learning from the creatures. 

Tana fighting to get free suddenly realizes that his strength has gotten much stronger and is starting to worry how this could happen as she tries to escape.

Tom and Sue enjoying the day together while looking at the exotic fish at the aquarium laughing at each other’s jokes on how some of the fish look like some of their friends and relatives. As they continue the tour, they end up by the souvenir shop. Tom knowing that his wife is a shopaholic says, “Under no circumstances do I want you to buy anything here. You have bought enough stuff on this vacation.”

Sue pouting, sticking her lower lip out as far as it can go “Awww please honey just one more thing please then I’ll never buy any thing else while on vacation I promise.”

“No not one thing, got it and if you do your butt will pay for it do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, meanie.” stomping her foot to show him her displeasure and then goes into the store.

Little did they know that their little invisible guest was taking all this in, in hopes of finally finding a way of controlling his wife.

Tana sends out her magic to find an escape. From her fingers ectoplasm like tentacles go searching out to all the sides. It finds a opening on top of the back wall going through the opening. It finds another opening leading to another drawer that is cracked open so she follows the trail and escapes.

With her magic she finds where Oberon is and teleports herself to the aquarium just in time to see the one sided argument that was being played out. How dare he tell her she cannot get what makes her happy? She places a spell on Sue to get anything she wants and another spell on Tom, a spell of blindness to anything that she buys.

Not wanting Oberon to know that she escaped, she teleported back to her false prison. But little did she know that he already knew she was there and what she did. Smiling to himself, he would act on it when they got back to their room later on in the day.

Sue, grumbling to herself, “How dare he tell me what I can and cannot buy. I contribute to that bank account just as much as he does and I don’t buy half of the things that he does.”

As she is walking down one aisle and up another aisle, she stops and looks at the windbreakers hanging on a rack. She takes one off the rack looking at the jacket, she is admiring the picture of a jellyfish on the back and then she had the sudden urge to buy it.

Throwing caution to the wind, she goes and purchases it. As she walks out to the atrium and starts wondering what Tom is going to say, he meets her smiling takes her hand in his and starts talking like nothing ever happened.

Sue walking entangled arm in arm with Tom is beginning to wonder why he has not said any thing about her purchase and for that matter why did she go out and buy the jacket; she did not really like it.

Back at their hotel room, they settle in for the evening when Oberon casts a spell on the complete dresser making sure this time there will be no escape for Tana and turned his attention on the two creatures he undoes the spell that his wife created.

Tana suddenly realizes that she was bested by her husband and screams, “Stop it let me out this instant I am the queen you can’t do this damn you!”

As if a cloud lifted from both of their eyes, Tom spots the package by the bed “what’s this?” as he takes the jacket out of the bag he turns sternly looking at Sue “What did I tell you about buying any thing at that store?”

“Humm uuhhh aaaa I, I can’t seem to remember.” She is shifting from foot to foot, twisting her hands in front of her.

“Well let’s see if I can’t jar that memory of yours.” he moves to the desk and pulls out the chair to the middle of the room and sits down, crooking his index finger at her “Come here now, I am going to help you remember what we talked about.”

For some strange reason the only thing that she was thinking about as she is walking towards Tom was a movie they saw when a condemned woman was walking to the gallows. The guard yelling as they walked down the hall “dead woman walking, dead woman walking” Sue slowly goes to where Tom is sitting feeling her butt starting to tingle.

To be continued...

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Bob decided where to divide this story - please direct your annoyance toward him, LOL!  Just like a man to make us get to that point and then wait.  Seriously Bob, I do thank you so much for your story and I'm looking forward to everyone being able to finish it at your site tomorrow.  

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