Saturday Spanking

   It’s nice to have two blogs when you need to post two different things. You can find Cassie and Tom’s Halloween story over at the Reading Room where I’m participating in Spank or Treat. I hope you’ll go by and read all the great stories in Spank or Treat this year. There are some wonderful prizes, in addition to just having such a good supply of new stories.

Now on to Saturday Spanking! I’ve been putting up snippets from a work in progress about Cassie’s run in with the hateful Clara. You can find the first of those snippets here if you’d like to get caught up.  Beginning next week and going all month I’ll be posting snippets from Cassie’s Space, my first book, which will be out in December. Many thanks to Mistress Blake for allowing longer snippets today. That's primarily to allow for folks to put up their Spank or Treat stories I think, but far be it from me not to take advantage of every bend in  a rule I can find. 

Cassie and Tom on on their way home from the meeting with Clara's lawyers. Tom has just cut loose on Clare and he hasn't calmed down much.

Tom and I headed home. Tom was still angry and although I knew it wasn’t with me I kept quiet. When we arrived home I waited for Tom to open my car door for me. I think it sweet, but a bit archaic, to wait for him to come open my door, but he likes it and I was into deescalating his anger not increasing it.

In the house he threw his keys onto the counter and stalked on into the living room. I quietly hung his keys on the hook and followed him. I know Tom well. Usually I’m the only one that who can make him this angry and I know his default setting, when he is this upset, is to jump all over me about something – I wasn’t about to give him a reason.

We stood at the window watching the river. Finally Tom took a big sigh. “I’m sorry, Cassie. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that and used such language in front of you. You’re right. That woman certainly brings out the worse in people. I let you down by not handling the situation before it got so bad. But right now I feel like going back and wringing her neck. Seeing that video of her slapping you and the way she spoke to you today…” He was starting to get all wound up again. 

I couldn’t help laughing at him gently. “Tom do you remember all the times I’ve been mad and wanted to go off on someone – I seem to remember you telling me that you had a much better use for all that fire and passion. I think we ought to see if that works for you too.”

“No, Cassie, I don’t think…” I gave him a kiss to stop his protesting. I made it a good kiss.

“Now you just come with me.” I insisted, leading him to the bedroom. He still has a hard look to his face, but I ignored it and began undressing him. Once I had his shirt off he began returning the favor. I love it when we undress one another – we take our time. I think that’s the best part of getting older. We have no need to rush. I just love feeling Tom’s hands on me.

I love making love when Tom a bit angry, especially when he’s not angry with me. He’s rougher, less likely to consider my needs and yet it is always an amazing experience. I lose myself in the intensity of his passion and nothing is held back. It was an amazing and extremely erotic afternoon.

I suppose we can chalk this up as the one good thing Clara has done in her lifetime.

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