Saturday Spankings - The first spanking

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Last week I put up the first snippet from Cassie’s Space. Tom spent the evening watching Cassie, but it wasn't until a party a week or so later that she spotted him. But she knew at once that she wanted him. It took a while, but he finally asked her out. She thought he was wonderful, but she wondered - who was this man? I couldn’t get him to go to bed with me. I didn’t speak ‘ladylike’ enough to suit him. He had made some passing comments that he thought I drank too much. He certainly didn’t need my money. What did he want?

Then on a picnic date…

We held hands as we wandered down a little path through the woods. Experiencing nature felt other-worldly for me. Tom pointed out trees that beavers had chewed. We followed the path to the water’s edge where they had actually created a dam. Amazing! I wanted a closer look. Too eager to view nature in action, I should have paid more attention to where I stepped. I found myself in mud so deep that it sucked one of my brand-new shoes right off my foot. The shoe ruined, I gave in to my temper.

“Look at this fucking shit,” I nearly screamed. It took so little back then to have me spinning off into a rage, and this had done it. “This is the first time I’ve worn these damn shoes. This shit’s all over them.”

“Cassie!” Tom barked. “I’m not listening to that lang—”

“You don’t like the way I talk? Shit, shit, shit!” I shouted. “I’ll say anything I damn well please! Who the hell are you to tell me how to talk?”

“That’s enough,” Tom interrupted, in a strangely calm voice.

“You’re damn right it’s enough,” I snapped. “Get out of my face and don’t tell me how to talk.”

Tom gave me a deeply penetrating look that I’ve come to know well over our many years together. But that first time, I had no idea what he was about to do. He took a firm grip on my upper arm and practically dragged me over to one of the beaver-felled trees. Tom sat, and with one yank I found myself over his lap. He had probably landed three or four hard swats on my rear before it sank into my angry, confused mind that the man was spanking me, as if he needed to teach me—a woman of nearly thirty—a lesson!

I went ballistic. I would not allow this to happen. I tried to throw myself off his lap. Flailing my arm back and kicking, I tried to escape his grip. But it didn’t work. Tom grabbed my free hand and held it tightly as he put his leg over mine. I felt as trussed up as a Christmas turkey as he held me firmly over his lap. Through all this struggling the spanking never slowed. I couldn’t believe how badly it hurt.

I finally realized he was talking to me the whole time. I didn’t catch it all, but I got the gist, “inappropriate” language. “You’re not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You’re a lady. You’re not going to talk like a streetwalker.”

If he thought he had heard cussing before, what I cut loose with then did not compare to what he’d heard me say before. But the more I cussed, the harder he spanked. I didn’t think I could take much more. No one had ever spanked me before and the pain shocked me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Something had to give. I would not allow myself to beg him to stop. But I finally had to shut my mouth and grit my teeth to keep from crying. I refused to allow him the satisfaction of feeling he had “humbled” me.

When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked to get away. Tom began rubbing my bottom gently, with the hand he had just used to burn me up. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

Of course I was not okay, he’d just spanked me. But I had heard genuine compassion in his voice and that only served to confuse me further. Tom helped me to my feet and held me firmly at arm’s length.

“Look at me,” he said quietly. I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly.

He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes. The look on his face bewildered me. In his face, I saw understanding, concern and caring. His look mesmerized me. Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.

“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”

             Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. Cassie has survived emotionally distant parents and an abusive marriage. Widowed young, with plenty of money, she turns her energies to partying twenty-four/seven, until Tom spots her at a party. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table. Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends knew this side of Cassie exists. Cassie shares many stories of their early marriage, as she tries to adjust to Tom’s belief in the power of the hairbrush.

                Cassie wouldn’t change her life for anything. As she says, “There are two things I want everyone to take away from our stories. First there is nothing wrong with an old-fashioned marriage where the husband guides and protects the wife and there is certainly nothing wrong with the wife trying to get away with as much as possible.

                "Second, and most important, I hope our stories convey that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between two people only grows stronger." 

 Cassie’s Space series

These nine books introduce Cassie. She is my friend and has been since she wandered into my imagination fifty-four years ago. She is married to Tom, the man who loves her in a way that makes my heart nearly burst with happiness for the two of them. He loves her, guides her, protects her and when necessary, spanks the fool out of her. I’ve been told that their adventures are exciting, funny and realistic. Their love-life is passionate and fulfilling – but you’ll hear no graphic details, Cassie is a lady and giving too much detail would not be proper.

Cal’s Law series

Cal and Jenny are one of my younger couples. The spanking in their relationship began mere minutes after they met, and Cal hasn’t let up much since. Their relationship has it’s struggles, but these two are meant to be together. They live in the same town as Cassie and Tom and there is a lot of interactions among the character of both series. Jenny is not as reluctant as Cassie to openly discuss her sex life, so you’ll find a little more spice in this series.

 

On the River series

 

In this, my latest series, everyone is around – all the characters I’ve grown to love over the years are living on the area of the river that they call The Landing. Their lives, their adventures, even their spankings sometimes intertwine. By this time in the series, I’m just typing as my characters tell me what’s happening. And I love it!

These books do take you through time as it passes, but please don’t think you have to read them in order. Start anywhere. Just grab one and give it a try. If you are a spanking enthusiast, I know you'll enjoy it.

 

And, of course, the links -

Cassie’s Space Series:

Cassie’s Space

Cassie on the Move

Cassie’s River Living

Cassie’s Conflict

Cassie’s Influence

Cassie’s Ordeal

Cassie Corralled

Cassie’s Road Trip

Cassie’s Life

Cal’s Law Series:

Cal’s Law

Educating Jenny

Searching for Home

On the River Series

On the River

Secrets on the River

Suspicions on the River

Undercurrents on the River

Family on the River

Sunset on the River