Saturday Spanking

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Thanks to those at Saturday Spanking for allow me to participate!

Many of you reading here know Cassie and Tom well, for those that don’t, allow me to introduce you. Cassie is a lovely, southern charmer.  She is full of life and a true handful for her loving husband Tom. Cassie loves Tom more than life, despite the fact he is completely old-fashion about marriage. During their nearly forty year marriage, Tom never hesitates  to turn Cassie over his knee if he thinks the occasion warrants it.

For those of you who want a real love story as the backdrop of your spanking stories, Cassie and Tom's stories are for you.  Cassie’s first book, Cassie’s Space, will be out in December.

This snippet, from her blog, begins as Cassie removes the ivory brush, her mortal enemy, from Tom’s suitcase as they pack for a trip. She’s merely wondering if it might somehow be left behind.

  

   “What are you doing?”

     I jumped a foot as Tom spoke right behind my back.

    I figured going into attack mode was my best bet, “Tom, don’t sneak up on me like that what is the matter with you?” It didn’t work though. He pressed on.

     “Cassie Jane I want to know what you were doing. You keep your hands off that brush! Were you taking it out of my bag?”

     I continued in attack mode. “I wasn’t taking anything out of your suitcase but for that matter why shouldn’t I take the brush out? After all it is my brush. It was a gift to me, wasn’t it? Maybe you should ask me before you take it from the dresser.”

     I don’t think he was taking me very serious since he was pulling me over his lap as I fussed. After giving me two scorching swats with the brush he tossed it back into his bag and warmed me a bit more with his hand. His answer to my question as to what gave him the right to pack my brush, was an extremely unsatisfying “Because I am your husband that’s why.” What kind of answer is that?

     When he let me up I was scowling at him as I rubbed away the sting. “I didn’t do anything wrong you know. Are you going to be this picky all week?” I asked.

     For an answer he gave me a wonderful kiss that I felt all the way to my toes, as well as a few other interesting places along the way. He told me, “I’ve really missed you! I’m ready to have you all to myself, but don’t touch that brush or my suitcase again - understand?”

     Most certainly I understood. Why, when I carefully reached in and removed all his underwear I didn’t touch either the brush or the suitcase. Our vacation was off to a wonderful start!

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