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, May 25, 2018

Fantasy Friday - The Agony Aunt

I am so happy and excited today to be able to host another fine writer of a brand-new Fantasy Friday story. And I almost missed this one! People – don’t forget to check your spam, the weird internet goblins sometimes grab important stuff to hide there. This might be a good time to remind you that if you do send me a FF story and you don’t hear from me in forty-eight hours, I probably didn’t get it. Try again! Or even tell me in a comment to go look for it. I never what to miss one.

Today’s story is from a good friend and fellow blogger, Rosie Jones from Rosie’s are Red. I’ve always loved this blog title! Today’s story is based on an article she remembers reading from the 80’s. Advice columns were all the rage then before we all started blogging our questions and answers. I think you will all relate to this wonderful story!

The Agony Aunt


Dear Sylvia,

I wouldn’t normally write to a ladies’ magazine for advice but I
really need help from a woman’s perspective. My wife of many years has asked me to spank her as a kind of foreplay. I am shocked and horrified by this request. I adore my wife and worship the ground she walks on. I wouldn’t harm a hair of her beautiful head. Can you please explain why she would want to turn a loving husband into a wife beater? She is being very persistent.

Yours, a bewildered husband.


Dear Bewildered Husband,

Firstly, let me assure you that the last thing your wife wants is to turn you into a wife beater. Many women find being spanked a real turn on, adding some extra spice in the bedroom. They do not want a beating.

As your wife wants this so much, could you not give it a try? You would have to make it sting a bit to get the juices flowing but that is very far removed from a beating. Why not give it a go? You might find that you come to enjoy it for the pleasure it gives her. 

Yours, Sylvia

--o0o--

Jared Conway had felt foolish writing to an agony aunt but there had been no one else he could turn to. It had been a month since he had sent off his query. Now, he was holding his wife’s magazine open at the response and the advice was not what he had been hoping for. 

Kirstie Conway had always had a fascination with spanking but had thought she must be some kind of freak. She had buried all thoughts of it until she watched a Fifty Shades movie with a friend, which had rekindled her desire. She had read Sylvia’s advice but it had been a while since she had last raised it with Jared, so she supposed the writer must be some other horrified man. Besides, she couldn’t imagine Jared writing to an agony aunt. She thought of showing the article to him but remembered the revulsion on his face every time she’d brought it up and couldn’t bear to see that again. For his part, Jared was surprised and relieved that she had not shown him the piece in support of her cause.

--o0o--

They were watching an old John Wayne movie one evening when, too late, Jared realised it was the one in which Maureen O’Hara got spanked. When it got to ‘that’ scene he glanced at Kirstie and was shocked to see the naked longing on her face. 

He felt a twinge of guilt then. She’d always been a willing playmate in the bedroom but he had refused the only thing she’d asked of him. He loved to squeeze and stroke her bottom but could he bring himself to smack it? Turn that creamy skin red? And what if he made her cry? It was unthinkable.

Months passed by and he put all thoughts of spanking out of his mind. He thought Kirstie had too, until the afternoon he came home early and heard clapping coming from the den. It wasn’t like her to watch daytime TV and he decided to tease her about neglecting her chores. Opening the door quietly, he was about to call out to her when he realised she was watching a video of a woman being spanked on her bare bottom.

“Darling?”

Kirstie nearly jumped out of her skin and, as she whirled round, he saw to his consternation that she had tears running down her face.

“Sweetheart, whatever is it?”

“I wish it were me,” she sobbed. “I wish you would spank me.”

Pulling her into his arms, he rubbed her back and stroked her hair until the tears subsided. As he held her, Sylvia’s words came back to him, “Try it, you may find you come to enjoy it for the pleasure it gives her.” 

Leading her to the sofa, he told her he hadn’t realised how much it had meant to her. He wouldn’t be able to spank her in the same way as she had seen in the video but he would do his best to make her bottom sting. She assured him she wouldn’t need to be spanked very hard; just thinking about spanking turned her on.

Jared was nervous as hell the first time. He didn’t know how he was going to bring himself to do it. He had looked on the Internet for guidance on ‘How to spank your wife’ and found an article from a top shelf magazine with that exact heading. It advised spanking in three parts: twenty light spanks to warm up, another twenty with a wooden spoon, followed by some rubbing to lessen the sting. Obviously the wooden spoon was out; there was no way he was going to use that.

At Kirstie’s suggestion they decided on role-play to make the first time easier. Heaven knows, she had fantasised enough times and wasn’t short of ideas. She would be a wife who had overspent her budget and Jared was to be the indignant husband who would teach her a lesson. Jared’s instinct was to spank fast to get it over with but Kirstie had anticipated that, guiding him on how to measure out the spanks with a short space between each. They both felt a little awkward as he helped her over his knee and adjusted her position. Taking a deep breath he began the scolding that was to accompany the spanking, his hand rising and falling in time to his words,

HOW. MANY. TIMES. HAVE. I. TOLD. YOU. NOT. TO. OVER. SPEND. ON. THE. BUD-GET?   DON’T. DO. IT. A-GAIN. 

Kirstie had squealed from pure excitement as the first spank fell and soon began to squirm as she felt the promised sting building in her behind.

Once it was over, Jared began to rub her pink cheeks and, as his hand strayed between her thighs, the wetness there left him in no doubt that the spanking was a success.

Spanking had given their bedroom activities a whole new dimension and it wasn’t long before Jared began to enjoy spanking Kirstie. He loved to watch her bottom turn a rosy pink under his hand and the way it lifted, almost imperceptively, to meet the next smack. His only problem was the bulge in his trousers. He hated the idea that hurting his wife aroused him. Kirstie simply giggled and told him that she and his manhood relished the spankings so he was out voted two to one. She giggled again as a swift swat met her behind. 

--o0o--

Some months later...


Dear Sylvia,

 A few months ago you published a letter from a bewildered
man whose wife had asked him to spank her as a means of foreplay. Coincidentally, I had asked the very same thing of my husband not long before, with the same result. I’m glad to say that my husband had a change of heart and it has been wonderful; sex has never been so good!

Yesterday, though, during a heated argument, he held up his hand and said if I didn’t stop hollering and settle down he would put me across his knee. I love the sexy spankings but don’t like this turn of events one little bit. This morning I can barely sit. He says I’ve always been a bit of a handful and wishes he’d thought of it years ago. How can I get my adoring husband back?

Yours, Red Bottomed Girl


Dear Red Bottomed Girl,

I’m afraid this is a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for’. Now that your husband has experienced the benefits that arise from a good old-fashioned spanking, he’s not going to want to go back to tears and tantrums. Once the genie is out of the bottle it’s very hard to put it back. Don’t despair though; in time you may join the many women around the world who positively revel in following their husbands’ lead. That may seem unlikely now but don’t dismiss the idea out of hand, keep an open mind. 

In the meantime, carry on enjoying your sexy fun and try to stay out of trouble.

Yours, Sylvia


~o~

Thank you so much, Rosie! I did enjoy it and I also remember a woman writing Ann Landers saying she wished her husband would spank her with a wooden spoon. I can't remember the answer, but I remember I wasn't happy with it. This fun story includes the spankee mantra - Be careful what you wish for. Something we all reflect on often. 

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Thursday, May 24, 2018

Family loss

I’ve always been very close to my dad’s family. There were eight children, seven boys and one girl. I have twenty-four cousins and since Grandmother lived close to us I got to know all those cousins pretty well. Dad’s was the generation who grew up during the depression and fought in WWII. All of them served in the military and to my amusement, the one girl outranked all her brothers!

I always enjoyed listening to that generation. They told great stories, some were even true. They were all interesting and funny and got along amazingly well.  Once years ago, we cousins got together to make sure each of them got the same tee-shirt for Christmas. It read, “Often wrong, but never in doubt!” This was them for sure, but they were always good natured as they set out to prove one point or another.

 One of the worst things about getting older has been losing members of this greatest generation. But one by one we did. Two were left, one is ninety-three and in a nursing home. He’s not doing well and the other, the baby of the family at eighty-three, a practicing doctor. To the shock of us all we lost this youngest uncle last week. 

He and his wife were on a Disney Cruise when it happened. He’d taking a snorkeling excursion. He was an excellent swimmer. When everyone gathered to head back, he wasn’t among them. He was found by another boat who got him aboard and preformed CPR, but it was too late. 

He was a great and interesting man. He traveled the world, he and his wife went on many mission trips with their church, he traveled to Italy to see the Shroud of Turin. He was a skilled surgeon for many years and as those skills diminished he turned to pain management and wound care. I’m grateful he didn’t have to end his life infirmed and in pain, but I just feel like he wasn’t finished. I know there was more he wanted to do. He was a man of many talents and he’s going to be sorely missed.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Why let one person bring you down?

The book is out and I can now take a deep breath. It’s always fun when it’s complete and in the hands of the readers. I’ve had several emails from friends telling me that they enjoyed the book and you don’t know how much I appreciate that. Publishing a book is so different from blogging. I miss the back and forth of blogging where my readers leave a comment and I can respond directly back to them. 




There are several reviews on Amazon and most are very complementally and they truly warm my heart. But why is it that one really bad review can bring you down? One reviewer received the book for free in exchange for an honest review. I have no idea who they choose to send these free copies to. This reviewer didn’t like it and that’s fine. I realize that not everyone is going to like my books. But she admits she didn’t read the whole book. In her review she says: 

Sometimes DD can be entertaining, but here it was just boring. The few scenes that were included in the part I made myself read were short and boring.

Oh, well, you’d think she’d at least read the book before completely trashing it and giving a one star review. It’s kinda like when you get a new hair style. Twenty friends can tell you they love it, but when one person tell you it looks like crap, what are you going to remember?

If you actually read the book, unlike this lady, I would be honored if you’d write a review on Amazon. If you liked it, that wonderful, but even if you did you can write a polite review saying it wasn’t your cup of tea. First, I really want to know your thoughts. Second, hopefully decent reviews will drown this woman out. And third, Amazon just counts the number of reviews and getting more really helps. A one sentence review is just fine.

If you do choose to leave a review, please don’t let it seem that you ‘know’ me. Amazon is strange, often now authors can’t comment on other authors work. It’s like they think we are all best friends and are just writing reviews to help one another out. Geeze, of course I read the books of authors I’ve heard of and I try to be supportive, especially when it’s a really good book. But it’s not a conspiracy. So please ignore the bad review that is there and if you’re willing write a review telling me your honest opinion – I can take it, but please be polite.

If you’ve never left a review before – and with all the thousands of books I’ve read over the years, it never occurred to me to leave a review until I published my first one – go to the Amazon page for Educating Jenny. The second line under the title says ___ number of reviews. Click on that and scroll down until you see the box on the left that says ‘Write a customer review’. After you click that you’ll be at a page that has in the upper right hand corner


PK Corey

YOUR PUBLIC NAME
Change

I know some of you might be hesitant to have your name on a review for a spanking book, but click change and you can put any name you like, or just anonymous if you prefer.

If you are an avid reader, please, please think of doing this for every single book you read. It doesn’t matter if you’re JK Rowling or PK Corey, finding out someone loves your book is a wonderful feeling.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Educating Jenny is Here!

I'm so excited! 

It's out! It's live! 

Educating Jenny is here!







There's an interview with me and with Cal and Jenny too!

You can also read a snippet over at the Reading Room today.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

It didn't go as planned

I thought I’d tell you how my new program is going.  I’d like to tell you that switching my days around to go to the gym in the morning has worked beautifully. I’d like to tell you that but in truth, it stinks and I hate it. I don’t mind the gym and I did go five days last week. But I didn’t write a word. And not writing makes me feel blah. I try to write in the afternoons but I’m out of it. I can’t get in a rhythm and I end up napping then I wake feeling blah again.


That does not mean I’m giving up, it just means I’m going to have to do the gym in the afternoon. I can get up and write until about two and still get to the gym before everyone else gets off work and I’ll get home close to the time Nick does. Obviously, I can change it around a little as needed but I think this will work better.

But now for the good news. It does seem to be working! I’ve been on Weight Watchers a month now and I’ve lost seven pounds. Nice and steady and I have hope of making my goal for my June vacation.

I go to see my doctor about the bone density test on Thursday. And I’m happy to be able to tell her I’m really trying on the exercise and see where she wants to go from there.

Nick’s gone this coming weekend for one of his golf trips. I’m hoping I can get back into the book I was half way thorough when I had to stop to finish the edits on Educating Jenny. I just need to get my head back into it. 

Friday, May 11, 2018

What's happening?

I have a questions for those bloggers who are way more savvy with blogger than I am. On the days I put up a post, I general get between 200 to 250 hits  by midnight of that day. I got up and checked it this morning and by nine am I had 241 hits! What's happening? I feel like I might have been mentioned on another blog. I'd certainly like to thank them if this is what's happened. If any of you know if this has happened or what might be happening, please let me know.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

I'm getting excited!

The big day is coming and I’m sure everyone is getting excited! It’s a marvelous love story and the nineteenth can’t come soon enough! Wait, no – I’m not talking about Harry and Meghan.


I’m talking about Cal and Jenny! The third book, Educating Jenny should be ready for all of you to read by Saturday the nineteenth! (Assuming Amazon does its part) So if you haven’t been invited to the royal doings, just stay home and read! I’ll post the Amazon link as soon as I see it’s live!




Here’s the blurb:
Educating Jenny
(book three in the Cal’s Law Series)
Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal Bennett of Beaufort County.   Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before choosing a path.  Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby city.  On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!

She is applying herself to her classes and showing Cal she can be responsible when, suddenly, Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.  


Now this book is all about Cal and Jenny, but you’ll also see other old friends pop up in this book. In this excerpt Cassie and Sue managed to talk the girls into taking them to a college party where they ran into a bit of trouble. Cal was not pleased.

Cassie stood and looked at Cal. “May I have a word with you in private?” she asked him. She headed to the terrace wondering if Cal would follow.
Cal stared at her as she passed, but didn’t move. “Just talk to her, honey,” Jenny pleaded.
Cal looked down at Jenny as she touched his arm. Being married to Jenny was still new enough to him that he was awe struck every time he saw her. He fought the urge to throw everyone out of the apartment and sweep Jenny off to bed. He couldn’t, his job didn’t allow him to blow this off as nothing.
Unable to keep the anger out of his eyes, he followed Cassie to the terrace.
She began the moment he stepped out. “I agree with every word Sue said. Mostly you have to know she was dead right about the girls. Neither Allie nor Jenny did one single thing wrong last night. Nothing. They didn’t want to go to the party, but Sue and I did, and we managed to get our way, as usual. Jenny did not drink one drop of alcohol and she most certainly did not smoke any pot.”
Taking a deep breath, she went on. “I drank, and I smoked. My decisions, my choice and I’ll deal with the consequences. All Jenny did was try and find us when we left the party and get us home safely, and she did. And if you lay a finger on her for that, then you’re just a damn, big, bully,” she paused. Cal just kept staring. “You better hear what I’m saying, Cal. You have no right to be upset with Jenny.”
They stared at one another for a moment longer, then Cal asked, “What’s Tom going to think about all this?”
“I suppose I’ll find out later,” she told him evenly, “and it’s none of your damn business. I’ll get my things now, my ride’s leaving.”
“If you were my wife, you wouldn’t sit for a week,” Cal told her evenly, referencing spanking directly for the first time in Cassie’s presence.
Cassie turned back, looking Cal in the eye she countered, “And if you were my husband I’d have already smothered you in your sleep.”

I also owe a hugh thank-you to two wonderful women out here. Ella, who did my beta reading. She helped me see where I needed more or better after looking over the first draft. And the other big thank you to Rosie Dee who helped me with the edits. There is no way a book will ever come out with NO errors, but after Rosie Dee goes over it – wow! Let’s just say it was the cleanest book I ever sent in! These are two wonderful women!

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

Change has to come!

This is in no way on topic – it is however, important to me. I hate and despise change. Some people love it I’m sure but not me, never me. I think of my career. Once I got my teaching job I never left that school, I never left the sixth-grade, I never even left the classroom I went into the first day! And all that was fine by me!




But changes are coming. I have no choice. I guess I began this change a couple of weeks ago with the decision to silently compete with my sister for weight loss.  I joined Weight Watchers again. But I didn’t have the ‘I can do this!’ feeling. More like, ‘Yeah, I guess I can try again, maybe…’

Every medical problem I have would be greatly improved, if not wiped out, if I lost weight. And then yesterday one more was added. Now the doctor doesn’t like my bone density. I have an appointment to discuss possible medications next week. I’m sick of medicines! I take too many as it is. I looked it up and the first thing it said on each site was – exercise!

So, my day changes.  I like to do my writing in the morning from about nine until about one or two. But the plan now is to head to the gym by nine. And not occasionally as I’ve been doing, but five days a week. I have to get the weight down and the bones stronger. This is the easiest of the changes. Food choices will be next and I’ve already made some changes there.

First goal to lose ten pounds by the time I head off on vacation in June. I’ve made a reasonable start. I’ll let you know how it’s going.

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

Checking in with Nick

I was a good little wife and sent the numbers to my husband about my challenge with my sister. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make my goal. I’m working at it and I’m not discourages. I realize taking off weight takes way longer than putting it on. I wrote Nick telling him our numbers and how I’m feeling this week.

Later that evening Nick came to the living room with Bondie’s paddle. He told me I hadn’t done badly at all and he appreciated the effort I was putting in, but that
since I hadn’t made the goal I’d agreed to he was going to follow through. Bless him. It wasn’t a bad spanking, but I was stinging for sure when he finished. He pointed out that I’d been very close and added, “Work just a little harder next week or it will be a little harder next week.” I had to laugh as I rubbed my butt. The man does have a way with words.




Tuesday, May 01, 2018

Donna Steele - The Melting Series

Donna Steele has just re-released her 'The Melting Series' it's one of my favorites! I hope you'll go by here and check it out. And keep reading - she's hosting PK Corey as her author of the month!


https://mailchi.mp/cd47cb80594a/news-from-steelestories?e=680e246fc9

I'd love a few friends to stop by. I don't know how many of her friends are into spanking stories.


Monday, April 30, 2018

Dog gone it!

Maybe it would have been better if I’d had two sons. All and all, LJ was a piece of cake to raise and has given me few worries. That is after I got used to the idea he was serious about living in New York City. Mollie on the other hand is driving me nuts! Is it girls? Or is it just me?



Long time readers will already know, but to new readers – please take my complaining with a grain of salt. Let me state first and foremost, my kids are nearly perfect. They made it through childhood with no serious illnesses, no broken bones and no stitches. We had no calls from principals or police. Both finished college and are now gainfully employed, living in their own homes and do not ask for money. So according to what I see in the world today, I have NO reason to complain about my kids. That being said, Mollie is still driving me nuts!

LJ calls once a week to talk with me. We enjoy our ‘visits’ and he’ll tell me what’s going on in his life. He doesn’t ask me anything before he makes a decision in his life and I rarely offer an opinion. He and his husband live their lives with no interference from me. They don’t ask for advice and I don’t give it.

And then there’s Mollie. She asks for my opinion for most of the decisions she makes. She seems to want to know what I’m thinking. Many of these questions are about teaching and how to handle kids and parents. I feel I have good advice to give her along these lines and she often takes it.

But on other things she just wants my opinion and then does what she’d already decided to do in the first place. That’s fine, she’s grown. But why does she ask me if she won’t listen to anything I suggest?  Why won’t she just do it and keep me out of the decision agony!

She wanted a house. I didn’t think the timing was right and that the expense of homeownership on her own would be more than she was imagining. She bought a house and loves it. But the expenses are more than she bargained for.

She wanted a kitten. I didn’t say as much about this. I knew she wanted a companion and I understood that. I still wanted her to come spend the night here
occasionally and I knew that would mean bringing the cat back and forth. When a friend found a tiny stray… I got another grand cat. And this grand cat come when Mollie comes. And the friggin’ cat hates me! If I tried to pick it up or pet it while it’s here I think it would eat me alive.

And now… can you feel what’s coming next… yep, she wants a damn dog! A yapping, chewing, peeing and pooping machine! And not a little one. Oh, no. She wants a Golden Retriever. Okay, this is my fault. After working with for a vet for eight years as my first career, a Golden is about the only type of dog I’d want for my very own. We had one while she was growing up so that’s what she wants.

Ignoring all the puppy problems and expense she’ll have to deal with while working full time. I had one big concern and when she asked me I laid my concerns out. After pointing out the chewing, digging, barking, housetraining problems I told her my real concern.

This is my worry – this is a time of life I want you to have your freedom. I want you to be able to go on day trips to the mountains or the city to shop. I want you to be able to run to the beach for a weekend on the spur of the moment, visit your friend at college or spend a few days in NYC with LJ and Collin. Yes, of course we’d try to help some, but it’s not high on my list to be taking a puppy out at six AM on a cold rainy morning. As for boarding, most kennels are very expensive and BTW, dogs hate them.

But it’s more that you just being able to travel. I want you to feel comfortable going out to eat with friends and staying as long as you want. Going to spend the afternoon with your friends at the pool and coming home long enough to change and going back out for dinner and a movie without having extreme guilt pains. You are thinking of adopting a baby – and a pack animal. Dogs need to be around people. Yes, you’ll be off this summer, but school will begin again and the dog would be less than six months old. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay home with her in the evening if you’ve been away all day. I want you to have a life. Yes, you can take her to walk (daily, a real walk) and you can take her to the pub, but movies, restaurants, shopping – that’s where you need to be, out with people not staying in because of the dog.

This letter isn’t to try and decide for you. It’s only to get you thinking. You’re an adult now – whether you deny it or not. Don’t give, ‘But she’s so cute!’ more power than logically thinking about the long term. You can decide any day of your life to get a dog – now or a year from now or twenty years from now. But once you get one, you’ve made a ten to fifteen-year commitment, food, medical treatment, exercise, grooming and of course, love. It’s a life change that takes thought.

See, I even write to her, because I think I can be more clear in writing than when I can see her getting ready to say, “Yes, but…”

This is not the time for her to get a damn dog! I think I spelled out the reasons simply and clearly. 

Sigh…

I’m pretty sure I’ll be posting a picture of my grand dog soon.

Friday, April 27, 2018

Fantasy Friday

We have another new Fantasy Friday today! I'm happy to see some of my younger readers taking part and trying their hand at a story. You know I think it's something everyone should try. 

This is from today's writer:

Hi, it's S I wrote a FF before and now I have a new one for you guys. I've been a long time lurker and I comment occasionally. I've always been interested in dd relationships. 


Claire sat at her desk in her house laptop open typing away. It was Saturday night and she was supposed to be out with friends, instead she was here alone working on her report. Her report being due Monday at 8 am. She worked on her report a little longer and got dressed to go out. She decided that her husband wouldn’t know because he was out of town. 

She got an Uber to the party, and would get an Uber back. She needed a drink. Claire’s husband Chris arrived back from a business trip at their house around midnight. He quickly found out that Claire wasn’t there even though her car was. Chris knew one of her friends was having a party tonight and he told Claire she wasn’t allowed to go. 

Clearly she didn’t listen to him. It wouldn’t matter if Claire didn’t party every weekend, but he was tired of it. Chris sat in his chair in the den. He had told Claire the last time she went to party she wasn’t supposed to go, he was going to spank her.  She didn’t take the warning seriously. 

Claire arrived at the house around 1 am, she had a drink but she was sober. She mumbled to herself, realizing that Chris was home. She walked through the house, and stopped dead in her tracks in the den. Chris was still up. "Sit down we need to talk Claire,” he said. Claire sat in the chair across from him. "Your partying is out of control. You party every weekend, come home late, don’t finish your reports and miss work because of your partying. And I told you last time that if you went to a party this weekend I was going to spank you. And I am going to spank you in the morning. Its late go to bed,he said. 

Claire sighed. "But you can’t be serious Chris," she said. 

But he assured he was serious and she went to bed. Claire didn’t sleep much that night. Chris got her up around 9 am. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Claire you went to the party when I told you not to, and your work wasn’t complete yet. You were out of line and I am going to spank you now," he said. 

"Yes sir," she replied meekly. 

He instructed her to bend over the bed. "Thirty swats with your pants up, and thirty swats with your pants and panties down," he said. She was crying already, and took a deep breath. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He had begun to spank her just with his hand. Smack! Smack! Somehow she made it through the first thirty without moving or reaching back. He pulled her pants down, and her panties down. "Claire I’m going to start the next thirty swats," he said. And with that he began. Smack! Smack! Ow! It hurts," she said through sobbing breaths. That was only two on her bare butt and she was ready to be done with it, and promise to be good from here on out. 

He kept going. He stopped after twenty-nine. "Last ten baby girl, I’m proud of you," he said to her. He gave her catch her breath and then he began the last ten. Smack! Owwie!! Smack! Ouch! Smack! By now he was spanking her with full force. Smack! Smack! Ow! Smack! Claire was laying limp over the bed, and crying really hard. He quickly gave her the last three. "I’m so sorry," she said between sobs and Chris told her that she was forgiven. Chris held for a while and then put her in bed on her stomach for a nap.
~o~

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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

The rest of the story

To get the first part of the story you need to go back and read yesterday’s post.

Let me give you a tiny bit more background. Nick and I had exchanged emails on Monday. 

Nick: It was my understanding that you were to report weekly, your weight loss performance compared to that of Sis's.

In the event that you can not get her data for a comparison it would be my assumption that you would report your numbers with explanations. 

I have been criticized in the past for letting things slide.  I am trying to avoid repeating my horrible acts of omission.

I await your response.

PK: You're right, you're right - my bad. 

I'm having a good week mentally. I have no problem with you giving me a pass this week since I'm feeling positive if that is the way you're leaning. If you are leaning the other way I will certainly submit to consequences (this is not a trick - I'm comfortable either way.) I will do better on reporting in the future.

Love you!

Nick: Your failure to report goes on your demerit list.  Consequences to be considered and evaluated.

Which I pretty much knew meant I didn’t have to worry about a spanking this week. That’s why I was surprised when he came to me about six on Wednesday afternoon and told me, “You didn’t tell me the numbers like you were supposed to and I’ve decided not to let it go. You say you like some warning to give you time to think before a spanking so I’m giving it to you. But be waiting for me in the bedroom at seven.” Then he was gone.

I had been sure he was going to let it go. I was pleased with the small threat in his last email and I’d decided to do better about reporting. But I certainly did as he asked. I do like some time to think before a spanking if it’s a real one. So I headed to the bedroom to wait about fifteen minutes early. I do an impressive self-talk. Sometimes I say thing that are good for me to hear, sometimes not. But I used the time to think about how little he asks of me and that everything he asked was truly for my own good.

When he joined, me he asked me to tell him why he was spanking me and I did. He gave a good warm-up before he decided he wanted to ‘bare down.’ Then the rigid leather paddle came into play. I say play, but that
thing is no toy and it definitely made an impression. I had rosy cheeks and quite a sting to go with them when it was over. He was very sweet when it was over and kissed my rosy cheeks. Besides my stinging butt I came away with a better resolve to work on the weight loss seriously and to definitely give him the numbers he’s asked for each week. 

He also pointed out that if I’m going to fuss and complain about him not doing his part, then I’d better pay more attention to doing my part. Doing what he’s asked of me and telling him what’s going on in my head. He’s right, I realize it. If I’m not doing my part to keep TTWD alive I certainly can’t fault him for some lacking on his part.

We’re doing better. We’re email still and occasionally actual talking with words coming out of our mouths and everything. Emailing is still better, but baby steps. The journey continues.

Monday, April 23, 2018

Nick takes a stand

I’ve come here often enough over the years to point out Nick’s shortcomings when it pertains to TTWD. Seems like it’s time for me to take a look in the mirror myself.


Many times, I’ve asked Nick to make ‘rules,’ just a few. But something real or something he cares about. He’s sometimes done this. But then it seems we would often fall into a destructive pattern. I’d keep the rule for a while, usually the first time I’d break it or forget it he’d do a little spanking.

I’d get back on track until I or we, got busy or something distracted us. I’d ignore the ‘rule’ and he wouldn’t say much of anything and he didn’t spank me.  I’d assume he hadn’t really cared about the rule in the first place and so I’d continue to ignore it and, it seemed, so would he. Eventually I’d come here and complain about Nick not taking things seriously. 

Although we didn’t necessarily have this discussion, our thought and occasional comment came down to something like this.

Nick: I gave you a rule but you just blew it off.

PK: Well why didn’t you do something about it?

Nick: I did, but you kept on ignoring what I’d asked 
you to do.

PK: Well, you should have spanked me again.

Nick: Well, you should have done as I asked to begin with.

Sigh, I never claimed to be submissive.

But it’s not even that. Submissive or not, if it’s reasonable (and Nick is always reasonable) I should be doing what he asks. Especially if I’ve asked him to make some rules to begin with. I shouldn’t use it to try to jerk him around. And I realize that often what I was trying to do. He may have realized it too.

Our TTWD often revolves around healthier lifestyle for me. Try to reduce my weight for medical reasons. He’s always been encouraging and hasn’t ever made me feel bad that I’m not the shape of a fashion model. My sister is on a weight loss program and is doing very well. She text me her progress up or down each Friday. Nick asked if I’d like to base my progress off hers. His suggestion is that I lose at least half of what she does or gain no more than half of what she may have gained. Very reasonable and it was fun to try to shadow her without her knowing. He said it was my responsibility to email him both my progress and hers weekly.

The first week I did and all was well. I’m pretty sure I did it the second week too. But not the third. He finally asked me about it on Monday and I told him I’d eventually found out that Sis was up two pounds and I was up one. He agreed that those numbers saved me from consequences and we let it go. 

Or so I thought until Wednesday afternoon. When Nick came to me and said, “I’ve been thinking it over and…”


Come back tomorrow for Nick's thoughts.