I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, April 10, 2015

Fantasy Friday - Beach Bums

Please hold a good thought, if you will, that my test goes smoothly and all it well today.

I’m very happy to be able to bring you a new story today – the first of three new stories I’ve received. This story is from Abbie. When I asked her to share a little about herself she said: I'm from the Midwest, happily married. My husband and I do incorporate spanking into our marriage. He read this story, actually, and said it sounded like us. :-)

So be happy it’s Friday, sit back and enjoy…

                         Beach Bums
Ellie stared out the window where snowflakes fell softly, landing and blending in with the vast spread of white that had already covered the ground. She shivered a little, and her excitement of her impending tropical vacation with her husband, Brent, grew. She couldn’t wait to escape what had been a painfully long winter. She was just finishing folding her last pair of shorts to pack when she heard him bellowing from downstairs. “Ellie! Come downstairs now please!” She placed the folded pair of shorts into her suitcase with a small sigh. She wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, but she had a hunch. “Yes Brent,” she called back, and strode quickly from the room.

Downstairs, she found that Brent had dragged a wooden dining room chair into the middle of the living room. The wooden spoon lay on the coffee table. She knew that her hunch had been correct, and that this could only mean one thing.

Ellie had met Brent her first year of college. He was sweet, and charming, and made her feel special in a way that no other guy had ever been able to. She met him one autumn evening after she had a late class. She was waiting for the bus. It was dark out, and pouring rain. She had forgotten an umbrella, and stood shivering as she was pelted with droplet after droplet of icy rain. Then, all of a sudden, the torrential downpour seemed to stop, and she realized that a tall and good looking man was standing beside her and had shared his umbrella with her.

“You must be frozen!” he chastised gently. “You’ll get sick standing out here like this.”

“You sound like my mother,” she muttered sassily, feeling startled by his sudden approach.

“Your mother must be a smart woman then. I’d have your hide for a stint like this if I could,” he replied. “My name’s Brent.”

“Ellie,” she responded, taken aback. Have her hide? What?!

“Nice to meet you, Ellie,” Brent told her with a smile. Muted yellow headlights began to emerge from the fog of the rain. The bus was almost here. He knew he had to act quickly if he had any hope of getting to know this beautiful girl. “Where are you going?”

Ellie told him the name of her street. Brent had absolutely no idea
where it was, but he didn’t let on. “Really? I live near there!" he lied. "Once we get off the bus, I can walk you home. You know, to keep you dry and all.”

Ellie was a little apprehensive about going anywhere with a man she had just met, but something about him seemed genuine. She found herself nodding her head just as the bus pulled up to the curb and they both clambered on board.

Twenty minutes later, they stood under the overhang of her porch. Ellie quite liked Brent, at least based off of the half an hour she had known him. He had cracked jokes on the bus ride, and asked her about her interests, her major, and her family, making her feel much more at ease. She smiled shyly up at him as they stood on her porch and felt that she must at least offer him a hot drink. “Would you like to come in for some tea?” she asked quickly.

“Thank you, but I really should be getting home,” Brent answered. Especially since I actually live on the other side of town, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but notice her face fall. “But,” he added, “I would love to see you again sometime Ellie. Are you busy this Friday night?”

And so it began. Ellie and Brent fell head over heels for each other. They became inseparable. Nevertheless, in the back of her mind, Ellie always wondered what Brent had meant when he said he’d have her hide if he could that night at the bus stop. Three months later, she found out. It was exam time, and the stress was really getting to her. Her typically sweet nature had dissipated, and one night, she finally snapped at Brent. Both of them had hardly had a chance to digest what had just happened when she found herself flipped over his knee and her backside being peppered with sharp smacks. She was completely caught off guard. Afterward, Brent explained that he wouldn’t tolerate her attitude, that their relationship was too important to jeopardize, and that he loved her. It was the first time he had told her that. He explained that he would spank her in the future if she was disrespectful, or if she put herself in danger. He told her that if she couldn’t accept that, he would understand, but he didn’t think that their relationship would work. Ellie’s head was clouded with questions and she had barely had time to process what had just happened, but she knew one thing for certain – she couldn’t stand to lose Brent. And anyway, the spanking had not only quelled her attitude, but had relieved some of her stress too. She agreed.

Three years later, they were married, and the spankings continued. Ellie was usually pretty well behaved, but recently she knew that she had been pushing her limits and copping an attitude. As she stood in front of Brent and eyed the wooden spoon the afternoon before their trip, she felt herself pale a little. Brent noticed too, and beckoned for her to come closer.

“What have I done, Brent?” she whispered.

“Nothing…yet,” Brent told her. “I’m going to give you a pre-emptive spanking, love. The goal is so that you don’t do anything. Don’t think that your attitude lately has gone unnoticed, young lady. But this is the first big vacation since our honeymoon and I’m determined for it to go smoothly. Do you understand?”

She nodded meekly. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Brent responded. He enveloped her in his arms for a warm embrace before stepping away and seating himself in the dining room chair. “Come here,” he said, and she reluctantly obeyed, laying herself across his lap. He started off with a hand spanking over her jeans, but her jeans and panties were soon lowered and she felt the smooth wood of the spoon caressing her bottom. She moaned in protest. “Now, tell me Ellie, what are the two main rules you need to follow?”

She waited a moment too long to answer him, and the first sharp, stinging crack of the spoon echoed off of her bottom. She shrieked and told him, “No disrespect and don’t endanger myself!”

“That’s right,” Brent told her. “Remember those while I spank you.” He proceeded to deliver another thirty stinging swats to her bottom. By the end, she was crying softly and her bottom was bright red. “Remember, baby girl, that’s nothing compared to what you’ll get if you act up on the trip. I love you and I want to have a wonderful time with you.”

“I love you too, and so do I,” Ellie responded, snuggling into her husband. The airplane ride was sure to be a long one on a red bottom…

Two days later, they were relaxing on sun loungers on the sandy white beach, basking in the warmth and listening to the caw of the seagulls. The resort was lovely, and they were having a fantastic time. Ellie held a magazine in one hand and a piña colada in the other. She reached the end of her magazine and glanced over at Brent, who had fallen asleep. His chair was underneath a palm tree, keeping him safe from the sun’s rays in its shade. She was tired of lying in the chair, and she considered waking him up, but he looked so peaceful. He had warned her not to go in the ocean alone, since the tides were too strong. In fact, he had warned her against going anywhere alone. She decided that perhaps she would take a quick walk up the beach – surely she'd be back before he woke up, and anyway, she wouldn't go very far. Confident in her decision, she strolled to the water’s edge and began to make her way up the beach.

The beach seemed endless, and there was so much to see. Children shoveled damp sand into brightly coloured pails and built sandcastles along the shore. Jet-Skis roared through the waves of the ocean. Upbeat music echoed from the multiple resorts she passed. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. About a mile up the beach, she paused to observe a volleyball game, and moments later a young couple approached her. “We need one more person to play the next game!” they told her.

“I really shouldn’t,” she told them wistfully. She loved volleyball, but she was worried that Brent would wake up and worry. “I should get back to my husband.”

“Come on! Just one game,” they pleaded with her, and she found herself agreeing. She played one game, and had a great time. As soon as they finished, one of the young men on her team (the winning team!) brought her a celebratory Sex on the Beach drink. They begged her to play again, and since she’d had so much fun with the first game, she agreed. Three games and five drinks later, she found herself tipsy and blissfully unaware of the angry and frantic man storming up the beach looking for her.

He spotted her right away, recognizing the curve of her hips, her
golden hair, and her aqua coloured bikini. She was tipping the last gulp of sort of orange drink into her mouth. Just as she was about to serve the ball, he grabbed her arm from behind.

“You are in so much trouble,” he growled quietly in her ear. Ellie looked around at her newfound friends, embarrassed. She yanked her arm away.

“Sorry guys, but it looks like I’ve got to go,” she murmured, turning on her heel and marching away. She didn’t want them to see her flaming red face, which she suspected would soon match her bottom. At the moment, though, she was furious, and didn't care.  Brent caught up to her.

“How dare you embarrass me like that!” she slurred at him, shocking them both with her volume and tone. The alcohol had given her liquid courage.

“Hold on there, young lady! Let’s turn the tables, shall we? How dare you make me so worried?” Brent bit back. “I woke up and you were gone! We’re in a different country, we’re right near the ocean…how am I supposed to know you weren’t kidnapped? Or drowned?”

Ellie frowned. She knew he was right. He continued.

“And so I find you a mile up the beach, drunk and playing volleyball with a bunch of strangers!” He shook his head in disbelief. “Ellie, what were you thinking?”

She just stared blankly at her husband. There seemed to be double of him. She closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. Brent sighed, and scooped her up into his arms. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair. He’d deal with her later. For now, he was just glad she was safe, and she needed to rest. He carried her back to their room, and laid her on the king-sized bed, where she drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later, she woke up with a slight headache but felt much better. Well, beyond the fact that her husband was angry with her. She groaned and pressed her face into the pillow as Brent walked out of the bathroom, looking handsome in a pair of khakis and a loose white button-down shirt. He smiled at her, which she wasn’t expecting.

“You’re awake, I see,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Are you feeling up to going for dinner? We have a reservation at the seafood restaurant tonight, remember?”

She nodded, rising slowly from the bed. “Why aren’t you angry?” she asked him quietly. “Aren’t you going to…” She paused and gulped. “Spank me?”

His expression didn’t change. “We’ll deal with that later,” he said simply. “For now, let’s go have a nice dinner.”

She changed into a peach coloured sundress, coated her eyelashes with mascara, and swiped some lip-gloss onto her lips. Brent told her she looked beautiful, and they made their way to the restaurant, where they enjoyed delicious seafood paella and white wine. Afterward, he took her hand and led her towards the beach.

“Where are we going?” she inquired.

“I figured we could take a walk down the beach,” he answered. “You know, since I didn’t get to join you earlier.” She blushed, ashamed.

It was dark now, and glinting white stars dotted the sky. The moon hung low over the ocean, and the beach was quiet. Everyone was at dinner, or back in their rooms. They walked for a while, chatting about general things; how nice the resort was, how they thought the cat was doing at the neighbor’s house, their plans for the next few days of their vacation. Ellie began to relax. Maybe he wasn’t going to punish her after all.

Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Suddenly, Brent pulled her over to a sun lounger that had been dragged pretty close to the water’s edge. He sat down on the end of it and yanked her over his lap. The gentle waves cascaded over his feet as he lifted his wife’s sundress and delivered a series of sharp spanks to her bottom.

“Brent!” Ellie hissed frantically, trying to wiggle off of her husband's lap. “Brent, what if somebody sees? Come on! Stop! You can spank me back in the room – please!”

Brent continued his assault on her bottom, pinning down both of her legs with one of his own. “Have you seen a single soul on this beach yet, Ellie? I haven’t. Besides, if someone does come along, all they’re going to see is a naughty girl getting what she deserves,” he said, delivering two sharp spanks to her sit spot that made her howl. “Quit moving all over the place, you bad girl. Keep that butt where I can spank it properly. You scared me half to death earlier, Ellie. You mean the world to me and I couldn’t stand it if something were to happen to you. Besides, I gave you that pre-emptive spanking at home so that we could avoid something like this happening. Clearly I didn't do a good enough job." Ellie shook her head in protest, remembering the dreaded spoon. "Why am I spanking you?” he questioned her.

Ellie took a deep breath, clenching her bottom to try to evade the pain of the spanks. “I broke both rules. I disrespected your order not to go anywhere alone, and I endangered myself,” she sobbed.

“Yes, you did. You wandered off to hang out and get drunk with strangers,” he told her. He paused, his hand stinging, but surely not as much as her bottom had to be. He reached down and slipped off one of her sandals. She moaned at her fate as he circled the hard rubber sole around one of her bottom cheeks. “I’m going to give you fifty with this,” he informed her. 

"Fifty?" she moaned in disbelief.

"Yes, fifty. I told you during your pre-emptive spanking that it would be a whole lot worse if you acted up here, and I intend to keep my word. You’re going to count every one. You’re going to add “thank you sir” after each, and if you forget to do that, or if you lose count, we’re starting again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she cried. SMACK! “One, thank you sir!” SMACK! “T-two, thank you sir!”

By the time he had finished, her bottom was deep red, and tears stained her face. He lifted her up and kissed her, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “You know I love you, Ellie,” he told her quietly. “Please don’t make me do that again.”

“I won’t, sir,” she assured him, leaning her head on his chest. “I’m sorry I worried you. I’ll do better. I promise.” She felt the heat resonating off of her bottom, but a different kind of heat had begun to churn inside as well.

“I know you will,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel a stiffening in his pants, and he helped her to her feet. “Come on,” he told her with a wicked grin. “I can think of something else I’d like to do on the beach…”


Abbie thank you so much that was great! I really appreciate you helping us keep Fantasy Friday going. I really hope we'll hear from you again. I'm always looking for new stories if you are willing to help send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


  1. Good luck on your test tomorrow PK! Sending lots of prayers and positive thoughts your way.

    Thank you so much for a great story Abbie...sure hope to see more from you.

    Wishing you both a great weekend.

    Hugs and blessings...

  2. Hi Pk, Good luck with your test, will be thinking of you.
    Great story Abbie, thanks a lot, hope you write some more
    love Jan,xx

  3. Great story Abbie! well written, descriptive, and fun. I really enjoyed it and I hope you write some more.
    PK, Good luck on your test and thanks for not giving up on FF.

  4. Wishing you the very best with the test PK. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

    Thank you for a fabulous story Abbie. I really enjoyed this and hope you will write more.


  5. Abbie,

    Thanks for a super story. Really enjoyed it. Liked your characters. Hope you will write more for us.

    Thinking of you PK.


  6. Terrific story Abbie, I hope you write again. Thanks PK

  7. Wonderful story Abbie! Loved it! Please write more.

    PK keep us posted on the test! Hope it goes well!

  8. You pegged right into one of my fantasies...being spanked on the beach, being able to hear the ocean. Of course, no sandals would be damaged in my fantasy! Great story..
    hugs abby

  9. Please encourage Abbie. She completely transported me to the beach. Jon

  10. Thanks everyone! I appreciate your feedback.