New Beginnings

Ahhhh-chooooo...

2012-02-01T06:43:00.002-05:00

I managed to catch a cold somewhere. I'm thinking of blaming Sunnygirl but since we've never met in person and live several states away I'm willing to admit it might not have been her. Anyway my computer is making my eyes hurt. So if you don't hear from me in the next little bit, don't worry I'm just recuperating. There will be a brand new Fantasy Friday story up this weekend though so I hope you'll come by for that.

Nick's seeing what I need

2012-01-30T00:05:00.004-05:00

I’d have to say it’s been a pretty good weekend. I was down a pound this week. That always feels good. I’ve been out a time or two this weekend and I’ll be eating out some this week so I’ve got to be careful but it’s still heading in the right direction.

There has been a little spanking fun around here. Twice I’ve been caught on the run as Nick has thought of something that I did, or probably didn’t do, and got my bottom warmed. I know the second one was for something I did though. I was peaceful writing in my special room with my little fireplace on when I fell asleep. My little fire is remote controlled so when my feet get cold I turn it on and as they get toasty I turn it off. This time as I was getting toasty I fell asleep. Nick wandered out to check on me when the living room started getting too hot for him. We keep our thermostat on 68 but my room was closing in on 80 as I slept away.

He didn’t say much then, he waited for me to come out of the shower – when my butt is at its most tender to express his feelings. We were going out with friends that evening and I do love to be spanked before we go out! I did the ouchy dance as he talked about getting the fire turned off or wasting gas or something. I forget… are we suppose to listen to what they are saying when they spank?

Sunday afternoon we took full advantage of our empty nest. First we both napped for a while and then Nick decided it was time for some stress relief. I really have been letting work get to me lately. It often comes in waves for me. I can shrug it off for long periods and just laugh at the absurdity of it all and then without warning I just get enraged by the whole stupid mess! I’m angry one minute and teary the next. Neither is a mood Nick likes. The strap brought me back nicely to where my thoughts should be. Nick told me if I was going to be teary he had better be the one causing it. LOL, I guess most vanillas might not realize that was a sweet statement, but I understood and I agree. There was spanking, massages, plugs, vibrators and sweet loving, a wonderful afternoon. Maybe this week I can turn my thoughts to my real job, the one I love and the one I do well and away from all the ridiculous and mind numbing busy work the ‘higher ups’ seem to stress as the most important. And if I don’t, I hope Nick will find a good way to remind me.

* A new bloggers note. Nita has begun a new blog, A Brat's Diary. Nita has an interesting point of view because she is from a different culture. I love it because it prove to me TTWD and DD are practiced by people of every culture. I know she can use friends to support her in her search. I hope you'll go by and welcome her to the sisterhood.

Fantasy Friday, It's never too Late, part 2

2012-01-28T00:05:00.001-05:00

As promised, the second part of Sunnygirl's wonderful story. You can find part one here. Sunnygirl, some are saying that this would make another great series... might give you something to think about during your upcoming travels.

For now everyone enjoy ...

It's never too Late, part 2

Ginny and Ken were spending a great deal of time together. Ginny loved their relationship except that Ken could be a little over protective at times. She thought that he and Adam would get along just great. She didn’t like being told what she could and couldn’t do. Ken was used to making decisions in his business life and from what she gathered he had made all of the decisions in his married life. He could be a little overbearing at times. She was beginning to understand why he was still single. The word “submissive” was not in her dictionary. She and Steve had always shared everything and if they had a difference of opinion they talked it out until a final decision was made.

Last weekend was a great example of Ken’s attitude. Her daughter, Carolyn, planned on driving over and spending the weekend with Ginny. At the last minute something came up and she was unable to make it. Ken was apoplectic that she would cancel at the last minute without a thought of how her change of plans might affect her mother. Ginny said to relax; it wasn’t that big a deal. Ken thought it was and carried on until Ginny said enough and went back to her condo.

A couple of hours later, Ken was knocking at her door and offering an apology for his behavior.

Ginny accepted but told him they were going to have to come to an understanding if their relationship was to continue. She took pride in her independence and was not willing to give that up to a man at this stage of her life. Ken listened to what Ginny had to say. He understood her position and said he could live with it. There were only two things he insisted upon – complete honesty and her safety. He would not give in on those. They were too important to him.

Ginny understood the honesty part. A relationship could not thrive and succeed without it. As far as she was concerned safety was also something she could live with. After all, she was always careful. Having been a mother, it was something that was second nature to her. Most safety issues were just common sense and after sixty five years there weren’t many things she hadn’t encountered and dealt with successfully.

~o~

Tonight was going to be a big night. Adam, Cathy and the kids were coming to visit. They would be staying with Ginny. This would be the first time that Adam would be meeting Ken. Ginny had spent most of the week getting ready for the visit. She wanted everything to be perfect. To that end she made dinner reservations at the place she and Ken frequented. Ginny asked Ken to meet them there rather than getting together at the house. Her theory was it would be better for the men to meet on neutral territory and in the more casual atmosphere of a restaurant. Ginny knew that Adam would be on “protective alert” and wanted the meeting to go smoothly.

Her family arrived about 2:00. Ginny had wanted to pick them up at the airport but Adam said not to bother. He was going to have to rent a car anyway so they would just pick one up at the airport and drive to the condo. The children had grown in the time since she had last seen them. They were now 8 and 10. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed them. They “skyped” now and then but their lives were filled with school, friends and sports and they didn’t have much time for telephone conversations with Grammy. She was thrilled to have them here even if it was for too short a time.

They were meeting for dinner at 5:30. Early but then considering the time zone difference it would be better for the kids. Ken was already there when the rest of them arrived. He looked a little nervous, but she was sure she would be the only one to notice. He stood and shook hands with Adam and gave Cathy a quick kiss on the cheek. He shook hands with the children and gave them each a small goodie bag. Ginny was thrilled with his thoughtfulness. Once everyone settled in, Ken and Adam started talking about insurance giving Cathy time to talk to Ginny. Cathy thought Ken was very handsome and seemed to really care for Ginny. Cathy asked if their relationship was going to end up being permanent. Ginny said “like in marry”. “Yes”, said Cathy. Ginny said that “No, she didn’t think so. She liked Ken immensely and might even love him, but she liked having her own place and the freedom to come and go as she pleased”. Ken didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when he heard that he was dumbstruck. During Adam’s visit, he planned on telling him he was going to ask his mother to marry him.

As they were leaving the restaurant, Ken asked Ginny to drive home with him. Adam could follow if he wasn’t sure of how to get back to the condo. When they were alone in the car, Ken told Ginny he had heard what she had said to Cathy. He then put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small package and handed it to Ginny. She opened and was awe struck. Inside was a beautiful diamond engagement ring. “Does that change your mind?” asked Ken. Ginny was speechless – she just continued to hold the box in her hand.

“Oh Ken I didn’t see this coming. I know we’ve been seeing lot of each other and I certainly enjoy your company but I never imagined you were this serious. I just wanted a fresh start and a new life. I never thought about getting married again. I love the freedom of knowing when I get up in the morning with the whole day ahead of me that I have no obligations whatsoever.” “Can you understand that?”

“Yes I can. I may not like it but I understand it. Is it because I’m overprotective?”

“That is something that makes me a little uncomfortable but that’s not the only reason.”

Well, I can’t help who I am. I have given you more latitude than I ever gave my wife. You know I loved my wife dearly but what you don’t know was that I would spank her when she overstepped the boundaries I set. We had a wonderful marriage and when she passed I wasn’t sure I would ever find someone I would be willing to share my life with. Then I met you. You are a wonderful free spirited woman and I love that about you and that is why I have tried very hard to curtail my dominant attitudes. But I’m not sure I could change after all these years.”

“Ken I am just not ready to commit to a full-time all encompassing relationship right now. I know it’s been two years since Steven passed but I really only started really being myself when I moved here to Arizona. I would like to enjoy that for a while longer. I am not saying I will never be ready but I am definitely not ready now.”

“Do you think we could continue to see each other”, said Ken. “I am not willing to give up so easily.”

Ginny said she thought they could continue to see each other. She liked him very much and for the most part was very comfortable with him. What he just shared about spanking his wife didn’t really surprise her. He had hinted about being in charge in his marriage and once, way back in the beginning of their relationship, they had a little argument and he told her that if she didn’t stop yelling at him he would spank her bottom. She wasn’t sure how that issue was resolved but she knew he didn’t spank her.

“Okay then” said Ken. They had just pulled into the condo garage. Ken asked if they could continue with their plans they had made. She thought that was fine. He kissed her good night and took her to her door. Adam was just coming out the door to get something out of the car so the kiss was a quickie. I’ll see you all tomorrow. And off he went.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Ginny loved her new life – she had been living in Tucson for less than a year but she was right at home. Sometimes she got a little whimsical for Castle Pines but it never lasted long. She had a very active life and was doing worthwhile things - not just playing cards with the girls. She had become a Friend of the Library and was also involved with the local food bank.

She and Ken still dated. He had asked her to marry him several times over the last four months and she always told him that she was just not ready. He was becoming less and less enamored of her refusals. One of these days she was going to have to either give in and accept his engagement ring or just let him go. She wasn’t being fair to him by stringing him along. She would give him her decision soon.

That weekend she and Ken were attending a charity function for the local food bank. It was the biggest fund raising event of their year. One of the features was a silent auction. Ginny decided to donate a weekend at the Inn in Tubac. She knew that Ken would be bidding on several of the items and was sure he would pick the Tubac weekend. She was going to arrange to slip in a little surprise if he won the auction.

When it was announced that Ken Vandenberg was the highest bidder for the Tubac weekend, Ginny silently started planning the weekend. To her great chagrin, Ken turned the weekend over to the couple that had made the next highest bid.

When they left the event, Ginny started sputtering about how he could have given up that weekend. She went on and on. He told her there was no sense in recreating a special weekend when he was no longer waiting for her to decide that she wanted him to be a permanent part of her life. This was the last time he was going to be her “Ken Doll” to take out and use when it suited her. From now on, he was either in her life or out of her life. He had danced to her tune for the last time. Now he was the one leading the dance.

She was furious even though she had decided that she was going to tell Ken that she would be honored to be his wife. Actually that was why she had donated that item for bid. She thought it would be perfect time to tell him then that she had made her decision. How dare he throw down a gauntlet? It wasn’t his place to tell her when she was ready. She was the one that would be making that decision. There were definitely some items that needed to be clarified before that ring was placed on her finger.

She was still giving him a piece of her mind when they arrived at her doorway. He opened the door and followed her in. Ginny finally realized he had stopped speaking some time back. His face was a mass of chiseled stone. He very resolutely took her arm and led her to the nearest chair. He sat down and pulled her down across his knee and proceeded to give her the spanking she had coming for a very long time.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK – “You stop this immediately” cried Ginny.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK- “owwwwwww, stop I said!”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK “I am going to call the police when you let me up!”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

“Then I better make this good honey” said Ken. “This is it. I’ve wanted to do this for months. I’ve been patient and waited as long as I am going to for you to decide to marry me. I am not going to stand by and watch you throw away our happiness any longer. When I am finished spanking you, I am going to kiss you good night and walk away. If you decide you want me, you know where I am. Until you do, we won’t be seeing each other socially anymore and I am telling you I won’t wait long. Enough is enough.”

He gave her two final licks and let her up. He tried to hug her and give her a kiss, but she pushed him away and told him to “get out”. He walked to the door and closed it behind him.

“Make sure to lock the door, Ginny.” Ken said through the door. Ginny picked up a figurine and threw it at the closed door. She heard him chuckle.

ONE MONTH LATER

Adam and his family, and Carolyn along with Ken’s daughter Heather and her children, and his son Josh were awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Ken and Ginny were married in the judge’s chambers and their wedding dinner was being held at the Inn in Tubac. Their children weren’t sure why their respective parents had chosen this particular site and when they asked, Ken and Ginny looked at each other and smiled. “It’s a place of great beginnings and happy endings” said Ken.

They didn’t reserve the two bedroom casita.

Their marriage vows did not include the word “Obey”.

~o0o~

Thanks again Sunnygirl. You have really been a big boost to Fantasy Friday. There are several more weeks of brand new stories. I hope you will all come back each week. I wish each of you would think of getting in on the fun. Come on, try to write a story. You know you want to. If you're willing send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com and we'll all enjoy.

Fantasy Friday, It's Never too Late, part one

2012-01-27T00:05:00.003-05:00

I've only worked three days this week and it still feels like forever. I'm so glad Friday is here! I think it going to be a busy weekend. Heading to see Mollie at college Saturday at lunch, and we're going out with friends Saturday night. Both things I really want to do but I also like relaxing on Saturday too.

As far as Fantasy Friday goes though it's a big weekend. We have a two part story and and the next part will be up tomorrow. Not that's a full weekend! Today we have Sunnygirl to thank for this fantastic story! Please enjoy...

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE, part one

Ginny was playing cards with her usual group of friends. All of a sudden she was hit with a flash She saw myself ten years from now. She had been doing this same thing with these same people for longer than she could remember. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy the people or the activity but she was BORED senseless and decided some changes had to be made before it was too late.

Once home, she poured a glass of wine, sat in her favorite chair and thought about what she wanted to do with the remainder of her life. Her husband Steve had passed away two years ago and since then she had just continued to do the things she had always done. Their son, Adam was married and had two sons. He had a successful insurance business and between that and his own family he didn’t have very much free time for me. Their daughter had moved to California four years ago and was not coming back to Castle Pines except for the infrequent visits. So the very first thing she decided was that the house was going up for sale. She wasn’t sure what she would do after that but it was a start.

Three days later the For Sale sign was posted in the front yard. The realtor suggested decluttering and repainting some of the rooms for a quick sale. She wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted because; some major decisions had to be made about what to do with the rest of her life. But, whatever she decided thirty years worth of accumulated possessions had to be dealt with now. Thirty years, it didn’t seem possible that she had lived in this house that long. So many memories occurred here. She remembered the first time she had seen it. Driving by on her way to some club meeting and noticed the for sale sign. She called Steve and told him to call the realtor and make an appointment to see the house. They saw the house that very afternoon and fell in love. It was just the kind of house in which they wanted to raise their family. And that they did. Adam was born ten months after they moved in and Carolyn was born eighteen months after that.

When Ginny called Adam and Carolyn to tell them of her decision to sell the house she got mixed reactions. Adam thought of himself as her protector – a job he assumed when his dad has passed away. He thought his mother was making a very foolish decision. Carolyn, on the other hand, was thrilled and gave her mom lots of encouragement to start living again. She even volunteered to come and help sort through the thirty years worth of accumulation. Ginny took her up on her offer and to come whenever she could make arrangements to do so.

Carolyn arrived the next week. By then, Ginny had been through the closets in her bedroom, the spare bedrooms, the kitchen pantry, and the linen closets in the three bathrooms. The local charitable organization was the recipient of a truckload of recyclable goods that was no longer of use to her. The first night Carolyn arrived; they were invited to Adam’s for dinner. Up to this point neither Carolyn nor Adam had asked their mother’s plans once the house was sold. Ginny figured they both thought I would just move to one of the new condo’s being built just outside of town. But that wasn’t Ginny’s attention so when her daughter in law Cathy said:

“So Mom what are your plans once the house is sold?”

“I’m moving to Arizona” said Ginny.

Both of her children were stunned. Adam was the first to recover:

“What”, Adam said. “You mean to tell me you are moving two thousand miles from here to a place you’ve never lived and only visited a couple of times”. “Why?”

“It’s just something I have always wanted to do. Your father and I talked about it when he was alive but then he got sick and plans changed. I just decided I’m going to do it before I get any older. It’s an adventure and I need to shake up my life. I’m too stagnant here and if I wait much longer, I will never do it”.

Carolyn said “Good for you Mom”. She understood her mother’s reasoning. She had felt the same way when she decided to move to California. It was the best thing she had done to date. Although she loved Castle Pines, it was a small town and nothing much changed from one year to another. Carolyn knew she wanted something more. She was happy for her mother and gave her a lot of credit for being willing to take the chance and move forward with her life.

Adam continued to grouse that he thought Ginny was being foolhardy. “You will be so far away”. “When will we see you?”

“Well, said Ginny, “Arizona is not that far from California. And, Adam, you live across town and we see each other about once a month. That’s not a slam against you. You have your own life and it’s a busy one. Look at it this way, when you come to visit, we will be spending quality time because you will have carved that time out of your schedule. Arizona has some great golf courses. California has the beach and all those resort/amusement parks the kids would enjoy.”

SIX MONTHS LATER

Ginny settled down in the living room of her new condo in Tucson, Arizona. It had been a busy six months. The house and all of her furniture had been either sold or donated to Goodwill. Adam and Carolyn had gone through the house and taken whatever they wanted because the only thing that Ginny was going to take to Arizona was her clothes and very few of those. She wanted a completely fresh start.

Ginny was glad that part was over. Now she just wanted to just sit back and relax for the next couple of days before the next phase of her life began. The doorbell rang. Dang, who could that be? Ginny wasn’t sure she had the energy to get up to answer it right now. The only person she really knew was the realtor who sold her the condo.

She looked through the peephole and standing there was this gorgeous man. Because this was a secured complex she didn’t hesitate to open the door. The gentleman said hello and handed her a card while introducing himself as Ken Vandenberg. Looking at the card she noticed he was an insurance agent. She explained that her son was an insurance agent and he took care of all her needs. He laughed and said he wasn’t there to sell her insurance but it was good to know her insurance needs were being met. He said he lived three condos down and was looking for his kitty. Princess had run out the door when a delivery was being made and he was canvassing the neighbors to see if anyone had seen her. Ginny introduced herself and explained she had just moved in a few days ago and hadn’t seen any kitty. Ken said “Well, welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thank you and I will be sure to keep an eye out for a kitty” Ginny said and started closing her door. Going back to her recliner she thought about the handsome man just leaving her door. He was about 6 tall with silver hair which was set off by his deeply tanned face. She couldn’t help but notice his muscular build. Wow, I wonder if he’s married.

Ginny picked up her e-reader and must have nodded off because the next thing she knew she was hearing a noise from the storage area off her patio. She got up to investigate and when she opened the door a tortoise colored kitty came running out. The kitty must have gotten in there while I was putting away some of her recent purchases. The kitty ran into the house and Ginny immediately closed the door to prevent further escape. This had to be Ken’s kitty. Picking up the card off the counter she called his number. He answered right away. Ginny explained who she was and told him that she thought she may have found his kitty.

“Great” he said. “I’ll be right over if that’s okay with you.”

Ginny said that was fine with her. It seemed like only seconds went by when the doorbell rang. She closed the kitty in the bedroom so it couldn’t run out the door when Ken arrived. She answered the door and thought Lord, he was a good looking guy, and she actually had butterflies in her tummy and thought she was too old to be feeling like this.

“Come on in” “I heard a strange noise in the storage closet and went to investigate. I was in there earlier and the kitty must have gotten in then. I didn’t even see her.”

“Her name is Princess and she is a little stinker. Quick as a flash of light. I didn’t even see her get out of my place. Princess is always finding hiding places so I didn’t think anything of it until a couple of hours ago. When she didn't come out of hiding at the sound of the can opener, I knew she wasn’t anywhere in the condo. Thank you so much for finding her.”

” I didn’t find her, she found me. I closed her in the bedroom so she couldn’t run out the door. Do you want to go get her?”

“Are you asking me into your bedroom.” He chuckled and his eyes twinkled.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” Ginny couldn’t believe she was being so bold.

“Well, then let’s go.”

Ginny led the way down the hall and opened the door. There was Princess all curled up in the middle of the bed. Ken went to scoop her up. While doing so he noticed this was a pretty feminine bedroom – no signs of a man. Good, he thought. I would like to get to know her better and Princess might have just provided the perfect opportunity.

“I would love to take you to dinner as a thank you for rescuing Princess” “I realize you just moved in and are probably tired, so how about if we do it tomorrow. “Would that be okay with you?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow at 7:00.”

Ken and Princess left. Ginny just leaned against the door. Was this dinner an actual date? I hope so: I’m practically drooling over this man and I don’t even know him.

7:00 the next evening couldn’t come soon enough. All day long, Ginny couldn’t get her mind off of how taken she was with Ken. She hadn’t had feelings like this since Steve all those years ago. Now at 65 I am feeling and acting like a young girl.

At sixty five, Ginny still was attractive. Her salt and pepper hair was cut in a stylish way that flattered her face. There were wrinkles, of course, but not so many that it was the only thing you saw. She was neither thin nor heavy, but of course gravity had taken over and things were rearranged differently than they were in her twenties and thirties. All in all, not too bad.

Not being sure of what to wear because Ken had not mentioned where he would be taking her to dinner, she decided on a casual pair of white pants and a long turquoise tunic. With white heeled sandals and her silver jewelry it wouldn’t matter if the place was casual or a little more formal. The closer it got to 7:00 the more nervous she became. My last first date was forty years ago. – Things had changed a lot during that time. What were Ken’s expectations? He invited me as a thank you so she knew they wouldn’t be splitting the bill. Did he expect to get any return on his investment?

When the doorbell rang, Ken stood there in white slacks and a turquoise golf shirt. They laughed and it really broke the ice. Ginny invited him in and asked if he would like to have a glass of wine before heading out.

“No”, let’s save the cocktails for the restaurant. The place we’re going is not far and we can sit on the patio and enjoy the beautiful October in Tucson weather.”

“Great, I’ll just get my purse and we can be off.”

Ken had a white BMW convertible and the top was down. “Do you mind”, he asked. “If so, I can put the top up but it’s such a beautiful evening it seems a shame to waste it.”

“No, I love a convertible and why own one if you don’t put the top down. Actually, I have the same car. I bought it when I knew I was moving here. I wanted one my whole life so now seemed the perfect time to indulge my fantasy.”

He laughed and said “you’re kidding”. Not only do we dress alike but we have the same car” “Is there a message in here somewhere?”

When they arrived at the restaurant they were seated out on the patio. The waitress came to take their order and Ginny ordered a Lemon Drop Martini. Ken wasn’t familiar with that drink and asked what it was. Ginny answered that her daughter had suggested she try one and she loved them. “However, to date my limit had been two. I’m not sure if I could handle more than that.”

Ken ordered a Vodka Martini and said “he knew his limit was two, especially if he was the designated driver”. Ginny giggled and her eyes crinkled up. He was enjoying her company. He was really glad that Princess had escaped yesterday.

Over dinner they talked about their lives and how they had ended up in Tucson. He had been born and raised in California and moved to Tucson after his wife passed away fifteen years ago. Much like Ginny he wanted a fresh start. During that time, he had dated off and on but nothing serious. He had two children also, a boy and a girl. But in his case, the girl was the first born. Heather was married and had children and still lived in northern California. Josh was married and divorced and had a place in Phoenix but traveled extensively for his job so Ken didn’t get to see either of his children much.

After dinner, they retired to the lounge area where they had coffee and an after dinner drink. The piano player had started to play as they entered and Ken asked if Ginny would be willing to take a chance on his two left feet. Ginny couldn’t imagine Ken being anything but a great dancer. She was completely mesmerized by this man. There must be something wrong with him but if there was she hadn’t discovered it. Along with being drop dead gorgeous, he had courtly manners which Ginny thought had gone out of style. He loved animals, had been devoted to his wife. Ginny heard the love in his voice when he mentioned her. He seemed to have a great self deprecating sense of humor. Nobody could be that perfect and not have been snatched up before now. While they were on the dance floor, Ginny couldn’t help but ask:

“So Ken why hasn’t some lovely lady laid claim to you yet?

He actually blushed and responded that “I could say the same thing to you.”

Ginny replied, “I don’t usually attract ladies.”

He laughed and said “touché.”

He loved the repartee they exchanged all evening and decided he wanted to spend more time with this woman. “What are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

Ginny replied that she had planned on taking a drive to Tubac. Her realtor told her it was a growing artist colony and had a nice inn not too far out of town. Ginny thought it might be fun and she would be getting to know something of her new surroundings. Ken replied “well, if I am not being too presumptuous, I would love to join you.” I think I know the inn you are referring to and it has a great two bedroom casita that might be available. Are you game?”

Ginny thought it sounded great but she was a little hesitant. After all, she had just met this man and now he was asking her to spend the weekend with him. Her mind wandered to what Adam would say if he should find out about this. Oh hell, she thought. She liked this man and she was wanted a fresh start on life so why not take a chance.

“Okay, Ken. I am game."

"Shall I call the inn or will you?"

~o0o~

Sunnygirl, thank you so much for this story. I love it. Everyone, don't forget to come back tomorrow for the second part. And if you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Cutting boards and candy

2012-01-24T23:45:00.004-05:00

I thought I tell you that Badass did get me in a bit of trouble. I had Monday off - and loved every second of it! After watching Dr. Phil I spent the rest of the day in my sun-room reading and writing. I did do a tiny bit of house work. I put away all the stuff at the foot of the bed and… well that’s about it. When Nick got home he notice the dishwasher hadn’t been emptied. Heck, I didn’t even know they were clean.

He said “Maybe you should change what you said in your post from ‘I don’t do anything wrong’ to ‘I don’t do anything.’ Funny man that Nick. He quickly bent me over the counter and I expected a few good hand spanks. NOPE! He grabbed the inch thick cutting board! Now that thing packs a wallop. I was left with a sting butt.

Yesterday as I got home from a workshop I saw that the Nick hadn’t had time to bring in the trash cans from the curb or get the mail. So I grabbed them both. Not a big deal but Nick usually takes care of such. When he saw I’d done it he commented “I may need to get that cutting board our more often.”I had to give him a grin.

I made a confessing – which I didn’t think he would see that way, I was just telling him about my day. I don’t like workshops. Strangely enough the morning session was pretty good. The afternoon one had me completely angry and frustrated. I mentioned to him that there were piles of candy at each table, little mini bars of several different kinds. During the morning session I completely ignored them. But once I got angry and frustrated I was popping those things like popcorn! Why do I do that? That’s what Nick wanted to know as he grabbed me for another quick bottom warming. He’s right. Anger and frustration are no reasons to sabotage myself. I realize now that these feelings are triggers to cause me to want to over eat. Maybe being aware will help me stop. Nick wasn’t ‘punishing’ me. But I appreciate him using what he knows gets my attention best to help me realize what I was doing. Now the big problem – with my job how do I keep from getting angry and frustrated (not at the kids, but at all the adults involved)? I guess it gives me something to work on.

500,000 swats

2012-01-24T01:00:00.004-05:00

Maybe that should have been ‘hits’, whatever!

I did it! It took me five years, six months and one day to reach a half million hits! I am honored and delighted to think that so many people have come over the years to listen to what I’ve had to say and often left a comment. To everyone who has ever been by I give you a big, sincere

It’s had me thinking about how people out here decide where to spend their time reading and where they decide to comment. I think I have way more time to play around on the computer than many out here, but with all the wonderful spanking blogs we have now, no one could keep up and read them all, not if they went at it 24 hours a day.

That means we have to pick and choose. I like reading everything – from serious BDSM to those who only enjoy playing. I enjoy blogs where the man is the unquestioned HOH to blogs where husbands get spanked for their misdeeds. But I know I gravitate to blogs where I feel the relationship is fairly close to what Nick and I share, that would be where the woman enjoys a good spanking and has usually brought the subject up to her husband. You all know I enjoy a little discipline (or should I say habit breaking incentives), but I don’t want to be bossed around or micromanaged.

I also enjoy reading blogs with more firm or heavier discipline. I have to say it just gives me a thrill to read about loving, caring, dominant, take charge men. I don’t want to live with one, but I like to read about them. I’m not always as likely to comment, because I often don’t know what to say, but I do read.

I guess comments are the true guide to where I read. I blog for the friendships with like minded people. If I didn’t want comments I would just talk to myself and not spend my time typing.

I try to answer all my comments – doesn’t always happen, but I try. When I get a comment I nearly always follow it back it it’s another blogger and see what their site is like. Often I’ll leave them a comment too. This is when I usually decide if I’ll make that site a regular stop on my daily read. If my comments are never answered I usually stop commenting, although I’ll often keep reading. I feel like if I speak to someone a few times and they don’t answer the comment, I just assume that they don’t want to talk. And that’s okay too.

Please let me say right here I know many of you just don’t have the time to answer every comment. I mean I sometime don’t get mine answered and I don’t get as many as some of you and I have no little ones to care for, as you do, while you’re trying to clean the house and get supper on the table. So I understand that it’s just not practical for many of you to answer comments. But anyway, that’s how I decide where to read and comment. When I comes to linking with others, I’m usually slow about it. I want my blog list to reflect what I actually read. When I find a new blog it’s usually when someone recommends it to me or I follow a link back from a comment. And I like to read a while before I link – and then sometimes if simply forget. I’ll be a regular at blog for a while and then realize I haven’t linked it yet. I’m working on it.

So how about you? Why do you read the blogs you read? When do you decide to comment? If you have a blog how do you decide which blogs to link or not to link? I’m really curious about your answers. I hope you’ll leave me a comment and tell me or post about it yourself.

And once again – thanks for the half million!

Discipline? Why, I'm perfect!

2012-01-22T01:00:00.003-05:00

Sorry I haven’t kept up reporting on the Weight Watchers front. I’m doing fine if not fantastic. I gained one pound over Christmas week and then lost it, but I haven’t lost much since. I think I am still doing well on what I eat, but I pretty much let any and all exercise go this month. I guess it’s time to get back to the real world. I went to the gym Saturday morning. Still don’t like it, but I know its necessary.

A friend asked me recently how my life long quest for discipline was going. I hadn’t thought about it in a while. I’ll never get over my fascination with the discipline aspect of TTWD. While that’s the focus for many of my friends here, it will never be for us. There is simply no reason for it in our marriage. I’ve said before we do not fight, we never have. We agree on how to handle our money, we agree on how we raised the kids and since they’re grown there is no conflict expected there, and for us showing respect will never be an issue.

I think it’s our age. I don’t have to worry about showing my husband respect. We simply respect each other. We still say please and thank-you to one another. We tease a lot, it’s not uncommon for me to roll my eyes at him, or tell him to kiss my ass for that matter. I do the same things with my girl friends and heaven knows I’m closer to Nick. If we were ever discussing something serious, and were in disagreement about it, I would never roll my eyes or anything of the kind. And not because it would be disrespectful, but because it would be impolite. Does that make sense to anyone else?

So even though I’ve longed for it in the past there have never really been any reasons for Nick to ‘punish’ me. Before my halo becomes too large I want to add that there are several things I do that annoy him. For some strange reason Nick thinks that I should put away my clothes from the laundry after he has washed and dried a load. He puts away his clothes and the towels and such. He feels the same way about the not quite neat pile of clean and dirty clothes beside the foot of our bed. Sometime he will mention a few of my bad habits. Sometimes he will even give me a few stinging swats.

Yawn… a few swats? Obviously the man really doesn’t care if the laundry is put away or not. And I don’t care whether I’m grabbing clothes from the basket or the closet so why put them away? Sometimes an issue of this nature will come up during a pre-sex spanking. Nick will tell me as he’s spanking that I’ll have to do better and then to make his point we have some mind-blowing sex! Yep, that’ll teach me! LOL!

I guess I do have a few bad habits – very few – that I would like to break, putting my clothes away, exercising more regularly, getting to bed earlier, things like that. I probably could improve with Nick’s assistance, but a few swats (not that I don’t appreciate them honey) probably won’t do it for me. Of course Nick, this problem could be solved very easily. You could put my clothes away when you do yours. And while you’re at it could you do something with that mess at the foot of the bed?

Wait! Stop! Don’t hit post! Badass wrote that last part. She did! Leave me out of this. I don't want to get involved.
Wimpy

Fantasy Friday, 1900's Cameo

2012-01-20T00:05:00.006-05:00

Today is another brand new Fantasy Friday. I'm so excited to have so many people sending in stories. Today's story is from Mandy, she has written for us before. You can find her story here. She been writing again and we have this story and another one coming in a few weeks. Your weekend is beginning, sit back and enjoy...

1900's Cameo

We had just gotten a new assignment for our history class and I was both nervous and excited. My group consisted of Derryk, Matt, Amber, and myself. Derryk was a bit of a nerd, a really sweet guy who liked to act in school plays and was a details fanatic. He would have access to costumes and some props. Amber was shy, quiet, and studious. Matt was well built with a commanding presence that settled around his broad shoulders like a cloak; I had had a crush on him since the first day of class. I was the idea girl, a bit more reserved than Derryk, but willing to go out of my way to ensure that life didn't get boring.

Our history professor, Mr. James, had just given the class our new assignment and divided us into groups. Each group was to take their assigned time period, and recreate a cameo of what life was like for people our age in that time. We could choose the place we wanted to showcase, but we must be true to the time period. Mr. James considered this a great way to help the entire class truly experience history. My group had been given the 1900's.

My reputation of an idea girl had my whole group looking to me when we met to discuss ideas. I looked around at everybody. I had a great idea, but I wasn't sure how they would take it. "We should do a cameo of a school day." I said.

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would we do that Mya?" Derryk asked, "Wasn't the clothing the only thing that was different, for the most part?"

"No, that was different, but something else was different too. Something that made school a completely different experience than it is today." I replied.

"What?" asked Matt.

I looked around, everyone was looking back at me speculatively. "Corporal punishment." I replied.

I watched everyone's reactions. Matt looked amused. Derryk's brow was creased in concentration, like he was trying to remember if what I said was true. Amber looked hesitant.

"What's up?" I asked Amber.

"I think it's a good idea," Amber replied, "but I'm not getting spanked in front of the whole class. I would be too embarrassed to do something like that."

I smiled and looked at Derryk then Matt, turning my gaze predatory. "Hmmm." I said.

Derryk looked down and away from my gaze. Matt just smirked back at me.

"Well, I guess that's that." I declared.

"What's what?" asked Amber, confused.

"You can be a regular student and introduce our cameo I smiled kindly. Derryk is just as shy as you, so he can be a student, and be in charge of costumes and props. It would look ridiculous if I was trying to punish Matt, and he does authority well, so I'll be the one getting punished. It was my idea after all."

Derryk nodded. "That makes sense. There are some costumes left over from the "Great Gatsby" play we could use. I'll see if I can get them. I don't think we have any paddles back there, but I'll look."

Matt grinned, "I can get a paddle, don't worry about that."

Amber looked at him in surprise, "I'm glad I'm just a regular student. I'll help come up with the lesson Matt's going to be 'teaching' us. This is supposed to take five to ten minutes."

Matt nodded agreement. "We have a week to plan and get ready. Let's start on that now and try to have props here for practice tomorrow."

We spent the next fifteen minutes of class time leafing through the History book, trying to get ideas for Matt's lesson.

The next day, during class, our group went to the library and took over one of the group study rooms. Derryk hadn't brought any of the props except the costumes, but Matt had brought his paddle. It was a wicked looking thing, about eighteen inches long, four inches wide, and an inch and a half thick.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"My dad made it." Matt replied, "It can pack a terrific wallop. It makes a great cracking sound if it's used right." His eyes were on me as he said that last bit, gauging my reaction.

I worked hard not to give him one. Finally I nodded, both to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, and to get myself ready to participate in our project. He grinned and I realized he had taken my nod for permission to really spank me. "Oh well," I muttered. "In for a penny, in for a pound."

We all gathered around the table, in the middle of the room and discussed the lesson, and my 'crime,' which was to be not having done my reading the night before. I would try to explain my reasons, but Matt would have already heard my friends and me talking about the fun we'd had the night before. Being caught in both being unprepared for class, and a lie, I would be called to the front of the room to receive my punishment.

We moved the table back to give Matt room, and put a chair in the front of the room with the paddle on it to serve as Matt's desk. I was so preoccupied with my part in this play that I missed everything until Matt was in front of me, asking about something I was supposed to have read the night before.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"I asked you a question from last night's reading. Didn't you finish your reading last night?"

My reading? Oh, my reading. "I'm sorry sir," I said, trying to remember my lines. "I had to help take care of my baby sister, she's awful sick."

"Really?" Matt asked. "That's strange, I heard you talking with Amber and Emma about what a good time you had last night. Do you all find caring for a sick child so amusing?" Matt's voice grew stern.

"No sir." I replied meekly, doing my best to remember that this wasn't real.

Matt sighed, "First you came to class unprepared, and then you lied about it. This behavior will not be tolerated. Come to the front of the room and bend over. Place your hands on my desk."

"Yes, sir." I got up and did as directed. Matt removed the paddle from the chair.

"You will receive six strokes; two for being unprepared for class, four for lying. After all strokes have been administered you will thank me for correcting you, apologize, and go stand in the corner."

I looked at Matt swiftly, he was improvising, but it sounded good. "Yes sir."

"Don't forget, if you get out of position we start over."

I snuck another glance at Matt, then looked at Derryk and Amber. They looked mesmerized by the scene playing out before them. I stifled a giggle and focused on the chair in front of me. Whap, my dress muffled some of the sound, but the pain was real. I gasped and clutched the chair. Crack, the next whack was much more audible, and nearly lifted me off my feet.

"If you had not lied we would be done." Matt's voice spoke from behind me. "In the future do not compound your crimes by lying." He seemed to be waiting for some kind of response.

"Yes sir" I gritted out, now wishing I had had a taste of the paddle before agreeing that I would endure six whacks from it.

Snap, the next blow rang out. Matt was certainly a quick study when it came to getting clear sound from his paddle. Whap, the next whack didn't sound as clear, but it still hurt. It was getting hard to stay in position. Snap. I gasped as the next blow landed at the juncture of my thighs and buttocks. I comforted myself with the idea that I only had one more whack to endure. Smack! The last whack lifted me onto my toes and dislodged the tears that were floating in my eyes. I clutched the chair for support, then stood shakily. "Thank you for correcting me. I apologize for being unprepared, and for lying."

"You are forgiven." Matt said. "Now into the corner."

I shuffled into the corner, suddenly glad that I wouldn't have to sit down right away. I could hear Matt continue his 'lesson' behind me. After a couple minutes I felt Matt's hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay Mya? I know I was hitting pretty hard, but I wanted the right sound, and I wanted it to seem as real as possible. You stayed in character, so I thought you were okay until I saw your tears."

His eyes were worried as he looked down at me so I smiled. I'll be okay. I think I'll take it easy in practice tomorrow, but I'll be ready to perform next Monday.

Matt smiled and I noticed Amber and Derryk watching me for my reaction. "It's okay you guys." I said, "I'm sore, but I'll be okay."

Derryk nodded. Amber looked puzzled. "Didn't that hurt?" She asked. "If your dress is like mine it has hardly any padding."

Matt's eyes swung toward mine. "Is that true? They look like they have a lot of padding. Let me see."

"I didn't think it was going to be so real or I would have said something." I said.

"Let me see." Matt's voice hardened.

I lifted the poofy gown up in the back and turned around. I was wearing boy shorts, but I still felt embarrassed. I felt someone's hand on my bottom and jumped.

"Stand still." Matt commanded. He lifted the bottom of my underpants up so he could see my cheek. "Hmmm, not too bad." He said. "A few lines and pretty red, but no bruising, you'll be fine by tomorrow." He pulled my underwear back in place and let go of my dress.

Amber shook her head. "Now I'm really glad I'm a good student."

I laughed and we made plans to meet again for another practice on Friday, to give me time to rest up.

Friday morning I awoke with a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. I got to school and had a hard time looking at Matt. When it was time to practice he patted my bottom on our way to the study room and asked how I was doing.

"I'm fine." I replied around the frog that seemed to have taken up residence in my throat.

"Good." He said. "I've been practicing." he turned his attention to the other two and told them that they should try harder to pretend that they saw students being spanked regularly, and less like it was an odd occurrence.

The practice went well. Matt had been practicing; his swats were all painful, and clear. As I stood in the corner, waiting for the cameo to be over I thought about how we would have the best cameo in the class.

Monday morning I had an even bigger case of the butterflies than I had before. This time the whole class would be watching me get spanked. I had been unable to stop myself from tearing up at either of our practices, so I was pretty sure I would tear up at the real thing. I was tempted to pad my bottom, but I knew that would interfere with the crisp sound of the smacks. I knew Matt wouldn't go easy on me.

As I looked around the classroom I saw other students dressed up in costumes from other centuries. One group had done a cameo on a festival in ancient Mesopotamia. Another group had done the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Then it was our turn.

I saw Derryk talking with Mr. James. Mr. James started to argue with Derryk, then Derryk said something that calmed him down, even though he still looked disturbed. Derryk continued to talk to him for a couple of minutes as the last group put their props away and Matt, Amber, and I set up. Derryk walked over to us and grinned. "I warned him. He won't interfere unless Mya tries to stop it."

"Good." Matt said, satisfied.

We all took our positions and Amber told the class that our group was doing a cameo of a school day in the 1900's then she sat down nervously. I wasn't sure why she was nervous. I was the one getting spanked. Matt started the lesson and everything went exactly as it had in practice. I fought down my butterflies and tried to remember my lines. Finally it was time. Matt stood in front of me and I was telling him that my sister was sick.

"Really?" Matt asked. "That's strange, I heard you talking with Amber and Emma about what a good time you had last night. Do you all find caring for a sick child so amusing?" Matt's voice grew stern.

"No sir." I replied, trying to sound meek.

Matt sighed, "First you came to class unprepared, then you lied about it. This behavior will not be tolerated. Come to the front of the room and bend over. Place your hands on my desk."

"Yes, sir." I got up and did as directed. Matt removed the paddle from his 'desk.'

"You will receive six strokes; two for being unprepared for class, four for lying. After all strokes have landed you will thank me for correcting you, apologize, and go stand in the corner."

"Yes sir."

"Don't forget, if you get out of position we start over." Matt intoned. I had not started over yet, and I certainly didn't intend to start now. I gripped the edges of the desk and waited. The classroom was silent. Crack! The first stroke landed like a line of fire. I squeaked and gripped the desk, barely managing to stay in position. Crack! A second line of fire joined the first and my knuckles turned white.

"If you had not lied to me we would be done." Matt's voice lectured. "In the future do not compound your crimes by lying."

"Yes sir." I replied.

The next whack lifted me onto my toes and if I had not already been clutching the desk so hard I might have lost my position.

"Stop." A voice from the back of the room rang out.

Matt paused, "Yes Mr. James?"

"Are you sure Mya is okay?" Mr. James asked.

I started to get up and answer, but Matt's hand on my back stopped me. "Mya came up with the idea for the cameo, and gave her permission for me to use real force for the sake of realism the very first practice. She has done this twice, and though she will be sore she knows I won't really hurt her."

Mr. James hesitated, "Is that true Mya?"

"Yes sir." I replied from my position bent over the desk.

"Very well," Mr. James sighed as he returned to his seat.

I felt a warning tap on my bottom and gripped the desk in anticipation of the next strike. It came, like a bolt of lightning, followed swiftly by two more. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I turned, thanked Matt for correcting me, and promised to do better in the future.

Matt smiled, forgave me, and sent me to the corner. Matt, Derryk, and Amber finished out the cameo. When it was over, I asked to be excused for a minute. Mr. James nodded permission with a concerned look in his eyes. I smiled at him and left the room.

I was halfway down the hallway when I heard Matt's voice calling for me to stop. I waited for him to catch up.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked. "You never left after a practice before."

"I'm okay, I just needed to wash my face and rub my bottom." I replied with a furtive smile. "You never hit that hard in practice."

Matt smiled, followed me into the bathroom and watched me wash my face. After I was done he put his arms around me and started gently kneading my backside. "Is that better?" He asked.

"Mmmmhmm." I replied. Relaxing against his body.

"Wanna go out with me on Friday?" Matt asked.

"What?" I mumbled, surprised.

"I like you. I have for a while, and you aren't scared of me after I spank you." Matt said. "If I have to spank you for real I know you'll be okay."

I considered this. "Why would you spank me for real?" I asked, thinking that the spanking I had just taken had felt real enough.

"Well, I guess for things like not taking care of yourself, and being disrespectful. We can come up with a list if you want."

I thought about it. I knew he would spank hard if he felt the situation warranted it, but he was right; I didn't fear him. Plus, the attention he was giving my bottom made me ready to agree to anything. "I think we can work something out." I smiled.

~o0o~

Thank you Mandy! I'm glad you are writing and sharing with us again. I hope you will keep it up. Remember Mandy will have another story up in a few weeks. As usual I'm greedy - I want more and more stories. I think everyone should give it a try. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

The Firm

2012-01-19T01:00:00.001-05:00

I don't usually push TV shows but if you haven't checked out The Firm I wish you'd give it a look. It's on Thursdays at 10:00 on NBC. I have a special reason that I'd like to see this show do well. No, LJ is not in it. But Josh Lucas is, and he's enough eye candy to make watching the show worthwhile. Someday I'll be able to talk more about it, but lets just say I know more than the news media does!

Strangest Request

2012-01-18T05:00:00.000-05:00

Just a little something I got from Rogue to go along with Florida Dom's post!

Empty nest celebrations

2012-01-17T01:00:00.002-05:00

I’ll have to say that we have wasted no time in celebrating our return to privacy. I didn’t think we’d find any time before Sunday afternoon, but Mollie went out to eat with friends Saturday night and we were ready! Nick hadn’t read about Wimpy and Badass at that time but he did a great job anyway. After we played and loved we quickly put everything away. Never know when the kids might eat fast and head home.

On Sunday we took our girl back to college. I know it’s just happened but she seems sooo much happier there now that she has a new roommate. By the time we got her settled in and back to the house I barely had time for my Sunday afternoon nap – a long standing tradition that I hold sacred. But I managed to slip one. As it got dark Nick woke me and invited me back to the bedroom. I was a little surprised since we had played the day before. I wondered if he had read my post and if he had what might he have in store for me. I hesitated for just a second and he said “Come on Wimpy.” LOL! Guess that answered my question.

We had a great time. He had me wear a blindfold – I really love that, very freeing. But I am going to need to go through our toys and take a look at them again. I’m getting really bad at identifying implements. Some are easy of course, the flogger, that friggin cane, his belt and then the new strap were all easy. I had no problem identifying the hated and horrible bath brush and the hair brush I could identify from sound alone. I felt two pops with something that stung badly and I asked what that was. He told me it was the split tail tawse.

“I hate that!” I told him with feeling.

“Well where did it come from then?” he asked.

“I think Badass bought it!” He just laughed and kept going.

Finally he began with one I couldn’t identify at all. It felt sharpish, it hurt but not horribly. I asked what it was but he just laughed and said he was going to keep spanking with it until I guessed correctly. Not good! My mind doesn’t function well with my butt being flailed away by some unknown implement with a sharp sting. I tried to reach back that that only got my hands popped with it several time and still I didn’t know what it was. After an agonizing long time I finally realized it was the crop! Please give me the belt, or strap any day. I’ll be glad to give up the cane and crop completely!

Nick did a great job spanking and when we went on to other fun activities I was more than ready. It was a fantastic way to celebrate college starting back. Their rooms are always going to be here when our little birds want to visit, but as long as they have happily flown away we’re going to keep enjoying the nest – just the two of us!

Oh, the voices in my head

2012-01-15T01:00:00.004-05:00

Today is Sunday – we’ll take Mollie back to school after lunch today and then the nest will be empty again. We usually come home and nap on Sunday afternoons. Today when we wake up we’ll be able to do anything we like. As a prelude Nick woke me up in an interesting way Saturday morning. The first thing he did was to slip a blindfold on me. He said “So you can still sleep.” That’s the only thing he said the whole time. Next he pulled back the covers and as I lay there in a half dream state he shaved the kitty. I really like that. Afterwards there was much rubbing and touching. Then I got my pussy spanked – not hard, but deliciously stinging and then some more fingering, and then he was gone. What a way to wake up! I see great potential now that we will have our privacy again. I’ll let you know more later, meanwhile here is the post I had for today. I’m afraid it’s very timely.

I have bunches of people living in my head. I have many friends out here that will confirm that. But two of the leading characters and been fighting this week. Let’s call them Badass and Wimpy. Some people have an angel and a devil sitting on their shoulder advising them in different directions, but it's Badass and Wimpy that whisper in my ear.

Badass is a hard core spanko – she can take anything! She wants to be spanked long and hard and ver y often. She’ll buy paddles and wooden spoons and straps and anything else that looks like it would give a serious spanking. When she gets in certain moods she like to taunt Nick, and eggs him on to spank more often and longer and harder. When she hasn’t been spanked in a long time she really starts pushing. Her memory for pain is nearly nonexistent.

Then there’s poor Wimpy. Wimpy’s memory for the pain of a spanking is extremely acute. She knows that after about two swats Badass will run for the hills and leave Wimpy to endure the rest of the spanking all by herself. Of course Badass may pop back if Nick asks a question like, “Have you had enough?” Both of these people will want to answer the question. I never really know who will get the answer out first.

Badass wants to say “Is that all you got? You hit like a girl, put some muscle in it for goodness sake. You’ve only been spanking 15 minutes – go take some vitamins!”

While Wimpy is trying to say, “Yes, yes! That’s plenty. Let’s do something else.”

All I know for sure is that whoever answers first the other one will be a little upset and disappointed. And since the both live in my head you see my dilemma. But even these two can agree on one thing. They want Nick to be the one in charge.

Sometimes in an effort to give me as much as I want – but not wanting to go too far and hurt me, Nick will tell me he’s going to spank until I tell him to stop. I understand his reasoning – all I can take and no more, but for me this defeats the purpose of a spanking. I want to give up control!!! I want to be able to tell him stop, that’s enough, please – and have him ignore me completely. Being able to tell him when to stop does nothing for my submissive side (which is my sexy side). Shoot as soon as it starts stinging Wimpy is ready to tell him to stop. I, and Badass agrees, want him to push the limits. I love that when Nick spanks he usually give me breaks, I appreciate that because it lets me accept more. Of course sometimes the rubbing takes over and he forgets to go back to the spanking as other things take over his mind, but still the breaks help me a lot. And it seems that although Badass is tough, Wimpy must talk louder, because as me – I’d say my spankings are too short most of the time. I’d like Nick to take a long time with the spanking. Shoot he could spank a while, go drink a beer, and come back for a few more rounds before going on to the main event. Owwwww… Wimpy just kicked me!

I like to think that taking a hard spanking is like running a marathon. You’ve got to be a little crazy to want to try it, when you’re in the middle of it you feel like you just can’t take any more, when it’s over you have a major sense of pride and accomplishment, and the achy soreness the next day is a wonderful reminder and a true badge of honor. I don’t know if I’m ready for a marathon or not, but I am ready to go into training!

Fantasy Friday, Real Life

2012-01-13T00:05:00.005-05:00

Happy Friday to you all. I love most everything about Fridays even before you add Fantasy Friday. For me our stories are just the cherry on top.

I love hosting FF because it give me the opportunity to talk to so many different people out here. Some stories are sent by friends that have their own blog, but many come from people who rarely even leave comments. Many of these folks enjoy reading and sometimes, if we're lucky, they break down and write a story of their own.

Our story today comes from a friend who does not fancy herself a writer, but she’s wrong. I kinda had to bully her into writing one. Her story may not be elaborate but I can see in my mind everything she talks about. I think this is a sign of a good writer. Please make her feel welcomed, I’ll tell you more about her at the end. For now, please enjoy…

Real life

I guess this really isn’t a Fantasy Friday story. I can’t write story like all of you all can. I emailed PK to tell her I liked reading and she told me to try writing one. I told her everyone out here seemed like really good writers and I didn’t want to do that then she told me to just write my own story of my life. So I got up the nerve to try.

We’re very ordinary people. Dennis works hard, he doesn’t wear a tie. He comes home dirty from work but he comes home with a smile for me and the kids. He’s a good man. We don’t have money for many extras but he’ll bring me wild flowers from the field sometimes. He’ll watch the kids if I want to go to the movies with my friends. When he sees I’m too tired or frustrated to cook supper he’ll pile us all in the car and go to McDonalds to eat. He’ll have me and the kids laughing at his jokes and teasing so much the worries of the day just fade away.

Out here you all tall about a dd relationship. We've never called it anything. He doesn't have a ton of rules and stuff but he’s serious about 3 things, keep yourself healthy and safe, don’t lie to him and no sass mouth. I do my best but if I break these rules I get my butt whipped. Our kids have the same rules but they don’t get whipped for breaking them. Dennis says they’re just kids that need to learn. A night with no TV is all we need to use to straighten them right up when they forget. Dennis says I’m a grown woman and should know better.

I lied to him about a Christmas gift I got for the kids. I knew he’d think it was too much and I really wanted to get it so I told him it was half of what it really cost. I write the checks to pay for stuff so I didn’t think he would know but for some reason he saw the bill. He was pretty mad. He went right to the phone and called my mama – she only lives about 10 minutes away. He told her that he sure would like to have some time alone with his wife and could the kids come visit for a while. My mama was tickled and told him to bring them on and let them spend the night. She thinks its real romantic when he does this. Sometimes it is, but not this time.

After he got the kids ready he whispered to me to that I better have my naked butt in the bedroom corned and be holding the hairbrush when he got back. I sure wasn’t happy but I did like he said. I heard him come in later but I kept my eyes in the corner. I could tell he was standing in the bedroom doorway and finally he asked me what happened when I lied to him. I told him I knew I’d get a whippin. And I sure did. He spanked me real hard! I was hollering and crying by the time he finished. He was sweet afterwards and hugged me and dried my tears but he wasn’t done with me yet. Lying is something Dennis is real serious about. He told me that that it would take him about 7 hours of work to pay off the $120 I’d lied about and that for the next week I’d have to spend an hour after we got the kids in bed writing lines for him. That wouldn’t be so bad except when I’m writing lines I don’t get to just sit in a chair. Dennis brought this awful rough door mat. It hurts real bad just to rub your hand across it. He puts that in chair I have to sit my naked butt on that thing for an hour a night for the next 7 nights while I write those lines. I wish I hadn’t lied to him to start with. I told him I was real sorry and he knew I was telling the truth.

I know this isn’t a real story like you all are used to but I appreciate PK letting me be a part of Fantasy Friday too.

~o0o~

My friend Cathy wrote this story. She says she has been married for 12 years and they have three children. She received her first spanking from her husband when they were dating. Cathy tells me that she doesn’t get spanked often, but she knows it will come if he thinks it’s needed. From the emails we have exchanged I can tell you she loves her husband very much and they seem very close. Cathy, I hope you will write for us again.

If there there are more people out there writing stories I hope you'll please send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I need to get 'me' back

2012-01-10T01:00:00.000-05:00

I had a great weekend with the kids. I love them dearly – but I won’t be sorry to have our empty nest back after next weekend. When we go so long without any privacy I stop feeling like PK. I began drifting back to who I used to be. The old me wasn’t a bad person, but someone that was very withdrawn much of the time. I definitely need a reconnection spanking. Not a few swats and right into sex, I need some spanking! I hope it ends up with sex, but sometimes Nick forgets that for me spanking is an important part of the reconnection, the time to become PK again. I want to start off slow, not too hard to begin with – it’s been a long time, and I want it to last a while.

My dream reconnection would begin before Mollie even leaves. I love emails and texts from Nick, a few threats of what is to come maybe. I’d love to be spanked several days in a row. That’s hardly ever happened. I love a good spanking starting over clothes (not Nick’s favorite way). It starts off slow and builds up to a good hard spanking, then as I lose the clothes it can start all over again slow and once again build up. And while sex is great after a spanking, it doesn’t always have to follow; sometimes a little cuddling would be good. I guess mostly I’m dreaming of taking the time for ourselves. No one will be coming home, no one is going anywhere. Just us again, that’s gonna feel good.

Happy Mom

2012-01-08T01:00:00.001-05:00

Warning : blatant bragging ahead

It’s been great having LJ and Collin home. They love NY but they like to have a place to visit that is very different. Nothing like a small southern town for that! The first thing LJ and Mollie did when he got home, while I was still at work, was to head to the nursing home (I didn’t even suggest it). They went to visit an older lady from our church. She had been in charge of the acolytes when they were little. She was thrilled to see them both and said she was going to brag to everyone that she got to see LJ before I did.

As happy as I was to see the boys I found out that Mollie was the one with the biggest news. She had just received a call offering her the job she has dreamed of for 11 years now. This summer she will be a camp counselor at the church camp she attended for 9 years. I remember the first year she went, she was 8 and I spent those 4 days and 3 nights on the verge of tears. Was she making friends? Was she scared? Was she missing me? Was she crying to come home? If it could be worried about, I was worrying about it. While I was doing all this worrying she was having the time of her life! She bound up to me when we came to get her with a huge smile and announced ‘I’m going to work here when I grow up!’ She never changed her mind. She didn’t make it the first time she applied, but she tried again this year and she’s in!

I’m not even bragging when I say the camp got the best counselor they could have hired. Mollie is phenomenal with kids of all ages. I have long noticed both at church and at family gathering that playmates, parents and even grandparents are ignored as there is a stampede to the door with cries of “Mollie’s here, Mollie’s here!” And Mollie is always just as happy to see them.

I can’t help but remember one thing she told me about camp after coming home that first time. Remember she was 8 when she first told me this, “I’m going to meet my husband when I work at camp. I think that will be the best time. If he works there I’ll know he’s a Christian and that he likes kids. That’s all you really need in a husband.” Who knows, out of the mouths of babes…

Fantasy Friday, Entanglement

2012-01-06T00:05:00.005-05:00

Merry Christmas!! No I don't have the wrong day. LJ and Collin got home yesterday, so this is Christmas Morning, II. But don't think I've forgotten about our Fantasy Friday story. Today we have another story from Grace. I love Grace's style of writing, part dreamy, part fantasy, part other worldly. Grace has written us two stories if you'd like to go back and read them, here and here.

So while I'm enjoy Christmas dinner you all enjoy Grace's story.

Entanglement

A story of time, alternative realities or maybe ghosts! I’ll leave you to decide but in the mean time just close your eyes and follow your mind, you never know where it might take you.

“I’ve been lost for so long now; maybe you have some answers for me, a way forward, or back, just a shift to somewhere else, a step along the journey. I feel I have forgotten something, you see there is a void that I just can’t reach across and I feel such loneliness” He continued to stare into the middle distance, absentmindedly twiddling his thumbs whilst he continued to listen to the girl. “I think you have some ideas, I would like to share them” she continued “I read an article about your papers somewhere,” she paused desperately trying to remember where but gave up, “you say there are many realities and I know this to be true, I see them all the time, not directly, just from the corner of my eye, would you take me on a journey?” She looked down shyly “Would you take care of me, look after me, keep me safe whilst I explore certain things within me?” The silence descended again broken only by the steady tick took rhythm of the old large clock that stood on top of the fireplace.

He stopped twiddling his thumbs and stroked his chin instead. Standing up abruptly he wondered across to the bookcase that stood in one corner of the old room with its vaulted ceiling and stone gothic window framed by deep blue velvet curtains. A tattered old large desk commanded the centre of the room, its mahogany surface inlayed with the history of many years, the leather top torn and frayed.

“I love silence” he eventually said whilst staring at the books. “I also love books” He eventually selected the book he was looking for and for the first time he looked directly at her. “They find me you know, when they have a message for me” He looked down at the cover of the book in his hands. “a lot like you,” he looked up and smiled briefly at her. “Sometimes it’s strange the way things happen to us, in fact if we pay attention it’s a lot stranger than we think, most of the time, but then we go back to sleep and miss the main attraction, but I think you have been paying attention. I could explain what is happening to you and why you have found your way to us but it might be more of a journey, an experiential way if I accompany you, if you would allow it?” He walked across the room until he was standing directly in front of her, she craned her neck to look up at him as he spoke “It will be a deeply personal undertaking, I would not take your allowing me to accompany you lightly, I would view it as a great honour and privilege and I would prize your welfare above everything else.” The sincerity of his words moved her so deeply that she could only nod her approval. “You see the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” He said.

She continued to look up at him noticing now he was so close, and the kindness that lay behind his deep blue eyes “That’s very profound” She said “Yes it is.” he replied “but alas, not my words.” He gazed around the room as if taking it all in one last time. “We should go,” he said without looking at her. He led her in the opposite direction to how she had entered the building and she found it curious as she struggled to keep up with him how the college staff seemed to ignore them, she had often experienced this feeling before but she felt it more deeply in this place. Very shortly they found themselves in a quadrangle which led to a walled garden. The garden had great age, neglected, sad almost, a faint ghost of its former glory, of how it used to be before the people left and it slowly passed into memory, everywhere jack in the green was claiming it back for himself. In one corner a door was set into the wall. He stopped in front of the door and spoke to her quietly but very directly.

“Are you ready to go down the rabbit hole?” She nodded her agreement. He opened the door and they stepped in, or at least she did for he had left her side and she was quite alone. The corridor she found herself in was of the same layout as the one she had entered the college by but even with her poor sense of direction she reasoned it must be on the opposite side of the building as the busy sound of traffic endlessly passing through the old market town could not be heard, just the overwhelming silence. One of the doors opened startling her for a moment and a woman about ten years her senior stepped into the hallway and beckoned her.

“Your very late!” she said “Come in here” She entered the room and was stunned to find that it was exactly the same room as the professors, not just similar, this was the actual room. The woman gestured for her to sit down on the very same seat she had only just vacated.

“Do you know why you are here?” asked the woman.

“I’m not sure” she answered, “I’m looking for something, answers, I think.”

“Well” said the woman “We shall have to see what we can do” She couldn’t read the woman’s face, she did not give anything away but she did feel as if this was maybe a performance, something under the surface. The woman got up from behind the desk and walked slowly to the window with her hands clasped behind her. “I wish you to call me madam.”

“Yes” she answered. “I mean, yes madam.”

“Very good” the women said “Now, have you ever been disciplined” the woman asked, half turning her head whilst she waited for an answer.

“If I understand you correctly” she hesitated for a moment trying to read the situation but the woman was as secretive as ever, “kind of, you see, I have these sort of reoccurring dreams, day dreams you could call them, but vivid, in a sort of loop, I think there may be something about me, I, I need to explore” She felt her face flush as her words trailed away.

“Have you forgotten my title already?” replied the woman

“Oh yes, I mean no, I mean no madam.”

The woman continued to gaze from the window with her back to the girl, her head tilted down slightly as her voice softened “You know we have missed you, I have missed you, your parting always saddens me, I am always connected to you wherever you are but I still miss you.” She could not be sure but she sensed the woman was crying. “Have we met before, I’m sorry there is so much I cannot remember or understand but do I know you? I mean madam,” she said hurriedly correcting herself.

“We have always known you, the professor, you, me, we are all connected, we are entangled and always have been. Just close your eyes and you will see clearer.”

She did as she was instructed and closed her eyes for what seemed a moment, she saw a woman in white leading a white horse through a forest. The forest was mainly dark, the scent of the earth filled the air and a mist swirled around them its luminescence caught by soft moonlight. She opened her eyes with a start, her heart pounding. The woman was standing in front of her looking directly into her eyes, she tilted her head as she spoke. “Where have you been?”

“I, I don’t know” she stammered. She looked around her and the room was the same except it was now dark outside and the room glowed with soft incandescent light. She also noticed for the first time since entering the room the quiet, the clock standing silent and still. She looked at the woman confused and frightened “You were there, I saw you, you were leading a white horse!”

She placed her hand gently on the girls face “Don’t worry, when the time comes I will always lead you and the professor to another place but forget that for now, you have been troubled by these dreams, let me help you, I want to help you, hold my hand and close your eyes again”

She did as she was told once again and was immediately transported to the room again, only this time it was day. She found herself standing in front of the desk but it was new and not the old tattered desk she had previously seen. She heard the woman’s voice behind her.

“Bend over the desk.”

“Yes madam” she replied as she complied with the instruction. As she felt her dress being raised she noticed a wooden ruler lying on the desk, a man’s hand came into her peripheral vision and picked it up. “You will receive six strokes as your punishment today; you will be allowed to keep your knickers on.” said the woman.

Her legs trembled slightly as she felt tears rolling down her face drip from her nose to make a small pool on the leather top of the desk.

The first stroke landed with a splat across the centre of her bottom quickly followed by three more. The suddenness of the strokes made her loose her breath briefly and she held tightly onto the desk as she tried to breathe slower and more deeply. She also felt the redness of her bottom spread a delicious heat to her clitoris; she had a sensation that she new well, somewhere, sometime before, a pleasure, a game! Two more strokes landed much harder than the first and mainly on the areas of her bottom not covered by her knickers, her knees bent as she closed her eyes tightly shut and let the air escape from her lips. When she opened her eyes she was back in the room again but this time alone with the woman. The fire in her bottom was still throbbing and she clasped her hands to the cheeks of her bottom.

“Ouch that really stings, why was I punished?” she asked the woman as she desperately tried to rub the heat away.

“Because you wanted to be” she answered with a smile “reality follows you not the other way round.”

She sat down as best she could on the chair feeling confused and bewildered but also aroused and alive. She looked down shyly and spoke in a whisper “I hold it so close to me, this part of my nature, nobody gets to see this, what I am feels so wrong but also so right and exciting, it brings me alight.”

The woman looked at her with a distance in her eyes “You are submissive by consent that’s all and there is nothing more erotic!”

“But you must think me different, strange?”

“We all follow different paths in these matters, ours is a different path to others, that’s all. The professor and I are entangled by love with you, we live our lives as one, we share your difference, all you have to do is to discover the love you feel for yourself, and we will help you!”

She could still feel the fire that was continuing to burn and spread out even further across her bottom, she tried to adjust her position on the chair to get comfortable but eventually gave up and walked across to the desk, “I have seen this before” she said to the woman.

“I’m sure you have” she replied with a giggle “I expect you to get very acquainted with it; girls often do in this room. Why don’t you close your eyes, it will help with your, what I believe may be, very sore bottom!”

She rested her hands on the edge of the old desk and closed her eyes briefly, when she opened them the desk was once again new and it was another day and she could feel the red marks on her bottom completely vanish. She was certain she could also hear horse’s hooves on cobbled streets outside the room. The woman was speaking from somewhere behind her again “You know the position by now girl, remove your knickers and bend over the desk!” Yes madam she replied as she obediently followed the instructions lifting her dress and kicking her underwear to one side as she draped herself across the desk once again.

“You will receive six strokes of the cane, I will leave you in his hands now and I expect you to behave.”

“Yes madam she replied” as she heard the door open and then close as the woman left. She was just wondering if the mystery man would speak when she felt the familiar tap tap of the cane on the middle of her bottom. No time for wondering now girl she thought as she straitened her legs to present her bottom for the cane.

The first stroke landed with a swish, the sting was intense and this time instead of the sting abating it just kept spreading further and further across her bottom. The second and third landed in quick succession and she bent her knees whilst raising one leg lightly trying to ease the stinging but to no avail. Another two landed and she let out a small moan whilst the tears cascaded once again to pool on top of the desk that she was beginning to love and hate in equal measure. Small sobs were also passing her lips as she moved her legs back and forth in a scissor action trying to ease the heat. The last stroke landed on the lower part of her bottom and she let out a gasp as she surrendered to the desk. With the heat and stinging still increasing and spreading slowly but steadily across her bottom she started to feel an erotic passion rising within her, she had a need and it was going to be met. She arched her back as she straightened her legs to present herself to him once again; please she whispered half turning her head to him.

She could feel her moisture trickling down her legs at the same time as she felt the warmth of his breath on the nape of her neck. I love you he whispered into her ear as the fingers of his left hand started to circle her clitoris. Please professor she breathed through tears as she arched her head back. She felt the fullness of his erection entering her effortlessly as she encased herself around him. The heat from her bottom cooled by the closeness of his body as she clung onto the desk. His other hand found her breasts and he caressed her nipples between his thumb and finger, she let out a small moan as she felt the excitement and uncontrolled passion coursing through her body. “Thank you for caning me sir, I hated it!” she giggled. He continued to move within her his girth completely filling her, she breathed small gasps each time he thrust deep into her.

“Please sir punish me some more, please make me cum.”

He pushed into her deeper still, her feet lifting off the floor slightly until she was on her toes and hanging onto the desk for support. All her memories came back into focus as he gently kissed her shoulders and she realized she could stand no more. “Just close your eyes and let me find you,” he whispered gently into her ear. She was standing on top of a hill with the wind blowing through her hair, the sky as black as ink and studded with stars, she felt herself floating as her orgasm passed through her in waves and her body clenched onto his erection as they climaxed together, a voice cried out into the night as the darkness consumed them.

The room was in complete darkness when she opened her eyes but there was a lightness she had not felt for a very long time, a sense of complete happiness and acceptance permeating every inch of her as if a great burden had been lifted. She became aware of the distant voice of the woman speaking to her once again.

“Try to sleep, rest little sister, just close your eyes.” She lay on a large sofa that stood at the edge of the room, a cover from the chair pulled over her. As she started to close her eyes once again she noticed the room disappearing as if it were made of dust and it had completely vanished before her eyes were fully shut.

She found herself moving through the forest and once again the woman was leading the white horse, a man, the professor was on the horse cradling her in his arms. She looked up into his eyes sleepily and spoke. “There you are, I thought I had lost you, are you still looking after me?”

“Yes” he smiled down at her “I always have and always will.”

“I remember you now, I remember both of you, my love and my sister, of course, how could I forget?”

“You were lost, and so we had to find you, that’s all” he said kindly.

“Did we live well together?” she asked.

“Of course” He replied, “we always do.”

~o0o~

Grace I want to thank you again for sharing another story with us. I hope you will write more for us. You can really kick start some fantasies for us!

I am enjoying being able to post new stories and I want to thank everyone who has shared one with us. We'll have new one at least through mid-February. But as always we want more! We spanko are a greedy bunch, LOL! Please send any story you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Sorry, not all that interesting

2012-01-03T01:00:00.001-05:00

I know you’re all going to have a hard time believing this but I didn’t enjoy going back to work Monday. I’m afraid my focus at work sometimes seems to be waiting for the next vacation. Mollie has a whole month off. The really good news is that LJ and Collin will be home (here) Thursday! Then we’ll have our Christmas with them. I do miss my boys!

With Mollie around there hasn’t been much on topic to talk about – but bless Nick’s heart he has been trying – a quick hand spanking here or there, excellent use of a wooden spoon in the kitchen while she napping in her room, some early morning loving (the silent type) when we can. We’ve sent a few provocative emails. In other words we are trying to keep up each other’s interest.

On the diet front – it’s been tough. Christmas, of course, but also just having Mollie around brings so much more food into the house. It’s soooo easy to just grab one little bite of something. I actually only gained one pound last week, which I was pretty proud of, but I’ve been over eating since my weigh in Friday. At least until today, I was back to correct eating today. I’m not quitting! For one thing, I give up and I think Nick would stop playing around with spanking and be serious for a moment. It might not feel as good and my fantasies. I know he doesn’t really care what I weigh, but I thing he knows just how down and depressed I’d be if I just gave up. When he’s willing, he can provide great motivation for this healthier life style.

I told you there wasn’t much interesting to post. But sometimes I just want to write.

It takes all kinds

2012-01-01T00:05:00.003-05:00

A happy New Years to everyone! I’m really happy to be starting another New Year here, seems a long time since I typed my very first post back in 2006. Who would have ever imagined I’d still be finding anything to write about over 6 year later. I’m still here because I love spanking and discussing all the different aspects of TTWD. Over the years I’ve enjoyed talking over the fence with people who run the gambit, collared slaves, those into BDSM, some that go outside their marriage for discipline reasons, some in DD marriages, some for whom spanking ends up mostly as erotic foreplay – with just a little discipline thrown in to keep try and keep everyone happy (this is me I guess) and those for whom it’s purely erotic play. I have enjoyed getting to know and talk with people from all these different ways of life. This is such a tolerant community. We mostly seem to be happy for someone who is in a much different situation than ours as long as their happy with where they are.

This makes me thing of the question I ask last week:

Do you want your daughter to have a dd life style? Do you want her to be submissive to her husband? Do you want him to spank her if she disobeys him? If we really think that this is the best life style, are we training our sons and daughters to be ready to assume those roles when they’re grown?

I appreciate all of you that shared your thoughts. My daughter is 19 so I’m thinking that within the next 5 to 7 years she’ll quite possible be meeting her future husband, so I do think about it. I spent the first 23 years of my marriage denying who I was and what I really wanted. I often wonder how thing might have been different if I’d been open with him to begin with. I don’t think Mollie is a spanko, although with the secrecy we are nearly forced to live with, who knows for sure. Any decision on this topic it 100% up to Mollie and spouse, but whatever her needs and desires are I hope she will be open with him early on.

As many of you pointed out in your comments, I think it all depends on the man she marries. If, God forbid, she marries some arrogant prick who says ‘I’m the boss and you’ll damn well do what I say or I’ll beat your ass.’ Well, actually, that would never be a problem because if he was like that, I’d kick his ass up around his shoulders before I stabbed him in the heart and hid the body. But seriously if she marries the man I picture her with – one who loves her completely and has a strong desire to protect and care for her, then I wouldn’t mind a tad of TTWD thrown in because I truly think it bring a couple closer. There is an intimacy and level of trust that comes with TTWD that strengths the bonds of love. At least I feel this way.

I’m pretty sure that Mollie and I will never, ever discuss this. She is VERY private about her personal life. She may well be ready to marry before she shared with me that she’s kissed the guy. And that’s okay. I love the person Mollie has become. I trust her good sense and judgment. If she were 15 or 16 and dating some creep who was trying to control her and be ‘dominant’ well, that would have me looking for my knife again. But this kid’s smart. When she finds the right guy – he’ll be right. For one thing I’ve been praying about it for 19 years now and asking God to bless the man he has in mind for Mollie and to help him grow and become a strong, funny, loving man for my daughter. Maybe they’ve met, maybe they haven’t, but there is PLENTY of time.

To everyone reading here – I hope your New Year is filled with love and joy and everything you desire.

Fantasy Friday, Janna and Jared, continued

2011-12-30T00:05:00.002-05:00

Happy almost New Year! This has been a wonderful week off for me. I have to be back at work Monday but I refuse to think about it yet! I have two whole days to enjoy! I can’t tell you how happy I am about Fantasy Friday these days – I have 5 brand new stories in hand. Something is getting people to write and I just can’t thank them enough.

We are beginning our new year with wonderful new stories. I hope you’ll be by to read them all. Today’s story is a continuation of a couple Sunnygirl, from over at Aimless Rambling, kindly introduced us to in our Thanksgiving story. We told her we wanted more and I’m happy to say she has given it to us! If you haven’t read the Thanksgiving story go back and read it and see how this couple met.

Here is a little more of the story, please enjoy…

Jenna and Jared, a Continuing Story
Part II

Jenna, Jared and Nora had just left the mall after purchasing the last of the Christmas gifts. The gifts just needed wrapping. She was hoping she could enlist Jared’s help with that chore. Jenna was a little tired – she was almost seven months pregnant, her stamina was not what it used to be. She suggested they stop for lunch and then head home.

On the way to the restaurant Jared dropped the bomb.

“What”, said Jenna?

“I invited the faculty over for a New Year’s Day Open House”. “I thought we could ask the family and some of the neighbors too.”

“Are you crazy” said Jenna. “We are in the throes of moving and you’ve invited how many people to come to the house on New Year’s Day.”

“It will be fun. After Monday, other than some tests to grade and papers to read, I will be free of work until January 15th. I can help out.”

Jenna was very irritated and her voice level was increasing exponentially “Have you taken a good look at me lately, or the house for that matter” said Jenna. “The holidays are stressful enough for me right now. I don’t need anything more on my plate before this move is done and over. We are scheduled to move into the new house January 10th. We just can’t have this party now.”

“Well, it’s too late Jenna, I’ve already invited them and with the break I won’t see most of these people until the Open House. I told everybody anytime after 2:00.”

Jenna said “well you can just uninvite them because there is no way I’m up for this” “How dare you do this without even asking me first.”

Jared calmly told Jenna to “chill out” and to watch her tone.
“The hell with you Jared.”

Jared said “Enough, we will continue this discussion when we get home.”

Jenna heard the change of tone in his voice and realized that he was losing his patience. She crossed her arms and looked out the car window. She didn’t want to say another word for fear of what would come out of her mouth.

“Are you mad, Mommy?” Jenna had forgotten that Nora was in the back seat and had heard their confrontation. Now she knew she was in trouble. She had not only cursed and disrespected Jared but had done so in front of Nora.

“No Sweetheart- Daddy Jared and I were just having a little discussion. “Are you getting hungry, because I know I am” Jenna said to change the subject.

Jared continued to drive. She could see the set of his jaw and knew just how Jared planned on solving the problem. He was a stickler for the rules. Disrespect and foul language were behaviors for which Jared had zero tolerance. Her very first spanking from him was a result of being disrespectful to him and her mother. Since then she really did try to be more courteous and respectful to not only Jared, but Nora and the rest of her family. It was always those closest to her that seemed to bear the brunt of her razor sharp tongue and short temper.

She was almost seven months pregnant so she knew the spanking wouldn’t be horrible but she would definitely be corrected for her behavior. Since she had gotten pregnant, he had only spanked her twice and both times it was a quick couple of swats while she bent over the cushioned chair in their bedroom. With Nora around their privacy always depended on her schedule. Once they moved to the new house, things would be easier. They had a huge walk in closet in the Master Bedroom that they had soundproofed. There was a built in dresser in the middle and enough room to accommodate a bench that was multi-purpose but until then they were at the mercy of Nora’s bedtimes and school.

Lunch was too soon over as far as Jenna was concerned. When they got to the house, they unloaded the packages and Nora asked if she could go outside and play on the swing set. Jared said it was okay with him but to check with her mom, knowing that Jenna might have wanted to stall any further discussion she and Jared had to have about their argument. To Jared’s surprise, Jenna said it was fine with her but to be careful since she would be out there alone.

Jenna looked at Jared and said:

“I am sorry for flying off the handle that way in front of Nora. But, I just couldn’t believe you invited all those people here when you know I’m not at my best, the house is a mess, half of our stuff is packed and the rest is stacked everywhere.”

“Honey, I didn’t think it would be that big a deal. I planned on hiring a caterer to bring in everything including the flatware and dishes. They will also handle the clean-up. There really will not be that much involved as far as you are concerned. I will be off the week before and the week after so I can help with anything that needs to be done” “If you had let me explain before going ballistic in the car, this whole \episode could have been avoided”. You know I’m going to correct your behavior. I realize your hormones are out of whack because of the pregnancy but we have two more months to go and I am not going to subject Nora and myself to your outbursts. It’s been happening a little too often lately. Now go upstairs and meet me in the bathroom.”

Jenna trudged off upstairs dreading whatever punishment Jared had in mind. He was always fair and she knew he loved her and was very careful of her and the baby she carried, but still any threat of punishment made her stomach queasy. There was a ritual to these sessions. First he would lecture her telling her how disappointed he was in her, then the correction, then hugs and making up. The good part was she knew that once it was over, she was forgiven and her slate was clean.

Jared walked in and locked the bedroom door. Nora would have to knock if she needed entrance which afforded them privacy and time to rearrange anything that might be askew. Jenna was waiting in the bathroom. Jared began lecturing Jenna on what had occurred that afternoon. He told her he was going to “soap her mouth” for her foul language and then he would spank her.

Jenna was beside herself. She couldn’t stand the soaping. Her mother had done that to her when she was a little girl. Jared got out the bar of soap, wetted it down and told her to bite down. She kept moving her head from side to side but he just waited. “You are only prolonging the amount of time you are going to have this in your mouth, but it is up to you.” Jenna finally relented and took the soap. After a few minutes he removed the soap and told her to rinse her mouth. She started to pick up her toothbrush and he stopped her. No, not yet. He then led her to the bedroom. He told her to sit down on the bed. He removed his belt and that is when Jenna started to cry. “Please, please Jared. Not the belt.” Jared said he had told her the next time she was disrespectful he was going to use the belt. Using his hand had not been a deterrent so the belt it was. Jenna was sobbing so loudly. He doubled up the belt and smacked it hard down on the bed. Jenna jumped. “The next time you are disrespectful this is what you can expect.” He explained though he wasn’t going to spank her but he wanted her to realize the consequences she would face in the future. Instead he was going to apply pepper cream to her tush. It would be stingy and remind her to behave. He told her then she would not be coming out of the bedroom for the remainder of the day.

“But it’s only 3:00. Nora will need to have dinner and then there’s her bath and story time.” Jared told her he would take care of Nora. He would explain that Mommy wasn’t feeling well and was lying down. Jenna kept protesting about being sent to bed. Jared explained the rest would do her good and give her quiet time to focus on how much better she could have handled the situation. When Jenna came out of the bathroom, he applied a small amount of the capsicum cream, got her into her pj’s and tucked her into bed. He kissed her forehead and told her to rest. He stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door.

He and Nora made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for dinner. Nora was cuter than cute with her little apron. She set the table and helped with the dishes when they were done. Before they went in to watch a movie Jared checked on Jenna. She was sleeping peacefully. After the movie and bath time, Jared and Nora read a story together and he tucked her into bed. She told him she was glad that he was her daddy because she missed not having one. He hugged her and told her he was glad she was his little girl. He turned and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

He walked down to their bedroom and peeked in. Jenna was sitting up in bed reading a magazine. He went over to her and hugged and kissed her and asked if she felt better. She answered yes but said the sting of the cream lasted longer than the sting of a spanking. “I tried to wash it off, but it still stings” She apologized and said she was sorry she had overreacted. She knew he would have had a plan and not been so unthinking as to put it all on her. With everything that was going on between the holidays, coordinating the move, packing and being pregnant she was tired and overwrought and just lashed out. He hugged her again and told her everything would be fine.

“Would you like something to eat? You’re eating for two now you know”, her chuckled as he touched her baby bump.

“What did you and Nora have?” He told her, “then that’s what I will have because that is my idea of comfort food.”

After she ate, he snuggled with her on the bed. “Do you want to discuss any of the details of the party now” asked Jared. “No, said Jenna, “It’s your party and I’m leaving everything up to you. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will be happy to be an armchair director.”

“That’s my girl” he said and kissed her passionately. One kiss led to more kisses, kisses led to touches, and soon they were dancing their dance and dreaming their dreams. Afterward, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

NEW YEAR’S EVE

Jenna woke up to a bright sunny morning. Today was the last day of a very eventful year for her. She lay there just reminiscing about the tumultuous year that was just about to end. Last New Year’s Eve she and Nora had joined Jared and his family at a hotel in New York City. Every year, his family planned an outing as sort of a family reunion. This year they had rented hotel rooms at the Renaissance Hotel in Times Square. There were nine of them including Jared’s brother Jason, Jason’s wife, Kate and their little girl, Kerri who had flown in earlier in the week to spend Christmas with Jared’s parents, Christie, Jared’s sister lived who lived locally, and Nick and Kelly Devlin, Jared’s parents Jenna was a little nervous but her fears proved to be groundless. Jared’s family was as open and accepting of her and Nora as they could be. By the end of their luncheon meeting it was as if they had known each other far longer than three hours.

As they watched the ball drop and a new year begin, Jared wrapped Jenna in his arms and whispered “Will you Marry Me?” She couldn’t believe she heard him right. Her first thought was that they had just met, this was way too soon but when she looked into his eyes she knew it didn’t matter, he loved her and Nora and her and Nora loved him.

Jared said he had waited a long time for the love of his life to come along and he didn’t want to wait any longer to get married so they planned a spring wedding. They were married at the college and had a small reception afterward. All of their respective families were in attendance. Nora and Kerri were the flower girls and Jenna’s brother, Scott’s son was the ring bearer. Since Jared was just renting an apartment, he planned on moving into Jenna’s house. There was just one little glitch. Jenna got pregnant almost immediately and they realized that her house would be bursting at the seams. So they started looking at houses and found one that was just being built. It was far enough along in construction that it would be ready soon, but not so far along that they couldn’t accommodate some changes that the Devlin’s requested.

So here they were one year later. This New Year’s they would be watching the ball drop on television. It would be a quiet one for them. Jared’s parents had flown to Oregon to spend the holidays with Jason Devlin. Christie and her fiancé Brandon had gone to his family’s home in Colorado. Her family would all be at the New Year’s Open House tomorrow. Jenna was glad for the respite. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

The day went by quickly, getting last minute things from the store, moving as much clutter away as possible. They had begun moving some of the already packed boxes over to the new house to make some more room for everyone. It was still going to be crowded but it should be fun. Jared had kept his promise and had done everything that needed to be done for the party. She helped when she was asked but she let him lead.

By the time they settled down it was almost 10:00 pm and Jenna was exhausted. The next thing she new Jared was nudging her awake and after wishing her a Happy New Year, he whispered “Will You Marry Me Again”. She kissed him and invited him to join her upstairs to watch the fireworks from their bedroom and to make some fireworks of their own.

NEW YEAR’S DAY

Jenna was in the kitchen making breakfast when the phone rang. Nora was helping Jared placing additional chairs on the deck. She picked up the phone. It was All Party Time calling for Jared. She took the phone out to him and went back to making breakfast. Jared came in looking paler than she had ever seen him.

“What’s wrong?” she said.

“That was the caterer. There’s been a problem and they won’t be able to get here until around 2:00. One of their freezers went out and everything in there was spoiled.”

“Oh My God” she said, “What are we going to do? “I told you this wasn’t a good idea but no you had to go full steam ahead.”

“Calm down Sweetie. We will get through this. It’s not like they’re not coming at all, they will just be later than planned.”

“But, they are bringing everything? You’ve told people to come any time after 2:00. Do you know what a mess this is going to be?”

“Honey, please calm down. I will handle this – just let me get to it. Okay.”

“FINE,… WHATEVER.” She knew Jared hated hearing those words but she didn’t care. He wants to handle this, well let him. It was his idea to have this stupid party anyway. With that she stomped out leaving the breakfast remnants and dishes all over the kitchen.

“Jenna sweetie, will you please be reasonable. Come back here and at least clean up the kitchen while I figure out what to do next.”

“I’ll get around to it; I just need some quiet time to calm down.” Jared came over and gave her a hug and said “take all the time you need, just remember there’s more of the pepper cream upstairs if it’s needed.” He laughed, grabbed his jacket, keys and Nora and off they went.

Jenna just went and sat down in the family room trying to calm down. She knew how much Jared wanted this party. It really was his way of showing off his new family. Jenna couldn’t help but smile at how loving and attentive he was, not just when they were together, but when around others too. He couldn’t love Nora anymore if she were his own. He considered her his own. It was so wonderful to see them together. She hoped that when the new baby came Nora wouldn’t be too jealous because his time would be divided. She sat there for quite a while and then got up and went out to the kitchen to start cleaning up. When she was finished, she went upstairs to take a shower and get cleaned up. At least that would be done so when Jared got back she would be free to help him. She was blowing drying her hair when he came up and nuzzled her neck.

“Problem solved” he said. He explained he just went to the market and picked up some packaged hors d’oeuvres, plastic ware, plates, cups and napkins. He bought the makings for that delicious punch they had at their wedding and along with the beer and wine they were ready.

“I even remembered to call your Mom and ask her to come early and bring her punch bowl.”

“You think I could at least get a kiss for all my hard work”.

“I think that could be arranged”. Jenna reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek”

“That’s it, he said, “that’s all I get for saving the party”

It’s not saved yet, besides it’s your party Mr. Devlin, not mine. He gave her a swat on her fanny and whistled his way downstairs.

He had always been a little jealous of his colleagues because they all had families and he had been the odd man out. Now he had one of his own and enjoyed showing them off. He hoped the guests would start coming early. He was ready.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY

~o0o~

Sunnygirl, I can’t thank you enough! I love this couple and I hope if you write more you will share it with us. You can leave Sunnygirl a comment here or you can go by Aimless Rambling and talk to her there.

I’m pumped folks, I love having all these new stories to share. I want you to come here and read, but I also want you to think of writing one yourself. If you do please share it with us – send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

What do you think?

2011-12-29T09:00:00.000-05:00

There are lots and lots of things swirling around in my mind right now, fiction stories, real life problems (not serious ones), dieting, doing more TTWD. I’m in the mood to write, unfortunately, I work for a living and I’ll be doing that soon instead. But to, as I tell my students, use my time wisely I’d like to ask you all a few questions.

Those of us reading and writing here have wanted, or at least accepted, the ideas of being submissive to our husbands. Most of us are in, or wish we were in, some type of domestic discipline relationship. Now the questions:

Do you want your daughter to have a dd life style? Do you want her to be submissive to her husband? Do you want him to spank her if she disobeys him? If we really think that this is the best life style, are we training our sons and daughters to be ready to assume those roles when they’re grown?

I started to give you my thoughts but I think I’ll wait because I really want to hear what you think. I’ll give you my views after the weekend. Now we’re obviously talking about this with her consent. No one should be forced into this against their will. But if it’s your little girl, what do you think?

Great Christmas!

2011-12-27T00:05:00.001-05:00

I hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas. Ours was great; we got to see a lot of family. There was some excitement at Nick’s parents. All the guys had just stepped out to unload something from the truck when those of us in the house heard a loud 'boom' that shook the house. It scared the poop out of all us. I rushed outside to see if whatever they were unloading had fallen on one of the guys – but if that had made the sound it would have to have been the size of a rail road car. The guys outside had heard and felt nothing. We looked everywhere. We found nothing that we felt could have made the boom, nothing in the basement, nothing with the electricity, no holes in the roof… we still have no idea. But it sure made things lively for a while.

Santa was very good to us here. Now early on Christmas morning, before Mollie woke up, Nick gave me little private gift he had ordered. I had suggested it, but I really had my doubts that he would follow through. Anyway I got my gift and a couple of sharp licks from Nick’s belt – for asking for naughty presents. It was a great start to the day!

We had our Christmas morning here, and took off for my sister's. There was a lot of eating going on. I lost a little last week, not worrying about weight this week. I enjoyed our visiting and ate like it was Christmas. Tomorrow is soon enough to get back on the program, and I will.

Don’t forget to come by for Fantasy Friday this week – brand new story! Oh, I didn't tell you what the naught gift was did I? That's right, I didn't.

Fantasy Friday, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

2011-12-23T00:05:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday! We have a Fantasy Friday special today. This special poem was written especially for Fantasy Friday by my good friend Grace from A Day in the Life. It was first posted back in 2007 and I still love it!

I want to take a minute to wish all of my readers a very, very Merry Christmas! I want to thank each and every one of you for reading here and most especially those of you who have contributed to the continuation of Fantasy Friday. I hope you'll come back in the New Year - we already have 4 more brand new stories for you!

And now please enjoy...

Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!

The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.

The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.

And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats

From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.

Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.

Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.

When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.

With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick

More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names

Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts

From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high

As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly

So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too

And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing

As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go

My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh

A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta

Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.

Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow

The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land

I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked

Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself

With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist

I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race

Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle

But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!

~o0o~

Now that put me in a Christmas mood! Actually that put me in the mood for lots of things!! Thanks Grace! You always were one of the best writers out here! Now if a story come to anyone else over the holidays we sure would like to hear it. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantastic Weekend

2011-12-19T02:00:00.002-05:00

I’ve had a great weekend! We celebrated my birthday, Mollie came home, we had a big family Christmas party and then another celebration on Nick’s side of the family for his Mom’s birthday. It was a busy weekend but it was great!

My birthday was on Thursday. I was exhausted from school – Christmas time is a hard time to keep kids focused and at least pretending to study. Nick had finished up his work week and I knew he was pretty tired too. We had decided to celebrate on Friday but there was one gift Nick said I might just want to open with just him privately. I often send Nick ideas of things I’d like – some of them are ignored, LOL! But I keep trying. And let me tell you he really listened this time. This is what I got –

AMAZING! It was just want I’d asked for. I have a great love for leather. His belt is a real favorite of mine but I wanted something wider. This lovely strap fits the bill nicely! It’s from Cane-iac, and despite my aversion to their name (don’t mention canes to me!) I’ve always heard wonderful things about their products. This strap, called the OUCH, is beautifully made and looks indestructible. Eventually I may not view that as a good thing but I very pleased now.

We did give it a brief try on Thursday – just to make sure it worked, but the birthday spanking waited until Friday, when Nick was off all day and I got off at noon. I had some wonderful news early Friday morning. I lost 2.8 pounds last week!!! I was amazed and re-weighted several times on different scales to be sure it was correct. It seemed to be correct, anyway I’ll take it. We’re coming up on some hard weeks – parties and going out with friends, but I’m not giving up. This loss gives me real incentive to keep working at it.

I was soon off to school to finish up the last day and then anxiously home to a waiting Nick. I’m proud to say I turned 55 last week. Nick said with such a high number of spanks we could employ many implements, he did! The OUCH came first since it was our new toy. It truly lived up to its name! For those of us our here that truly love a good spanking, this was great. It has a nice lingering effect. I think my favorite way of using it would be hard and over clothes. I feel like I could take a lot that way. Nick isn’t too fond of spanking me with my pants still on. He says he likes a good view. Clothes came off pretty quickly Friday. I remember he also used the dogging bat, his belt, the firm leather paddle and also the damn cane. It was a lovely birthday spanking, followed by an even better loving. A perfect afternoon you might say!

I must endure two more days of ‘workshops’ and then I’m free until the New Year. Who knows maybe I’ll even find time to write. I’m sure I’ll be around before Christmas but I do wish everyone a Merry Christmas and if you don’t celebrate Christmas I still wish you joy and happiness as we finish out this year.

Fanstay Friday, Choices chapter 2

2011-12-17T00:05:00.001-05:00

The first part of this fantasy can be found here. And here is the second part of your Fantasy Friday this weekend. I thank Pooky for sending this great story. You can go read Pooky's site here but remember, don't mention this wonderful story over there. You can leave her comments here.

Chapter 2

“Jessie, I want to talk a little more about last night…” Jessie cut him off with a groan.

“I think we covered it all.” She snapped.

“I think so- but, I don’t think you realize how much our relationship means to me.” His sincere words made Jessie feel bad for snapping her eyes dropped to his chest again.

Gabe’s fingers came right back to her chin and lifted her face until their eyes met again.

“I’m serious Jess. You mean the world to me, but, sometimes you act like a spoiled brat. Last night was one of those times. And the problem is that what you did has the ability to tear us apart. That is what is making me act as firmly as I am. I want nothing to come in between us. I love you… Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I know it was wrong. That is why I said I’m sorry. I thought it was over.” Jessie felt unwanted moisture pooling in the corner of her eyes, and again she tried to look away.

“Look at me,” he demanded tenderly, brushing her tears away before they could fall. “I forgave you, and it is over, but I really want you to think about how serious it was and how it made me feel. I want you to stay home this week, and stay off the phone… I want you to be thinking about what you did.” His hands came to her shoulders as he felt her stiffen, his thumbs circled, rubbing tenderly.

“You are grounding me?” she demanded eyes blazing. “I don’t think so.” She tried to push away from him her anger flaring dangerously. When he held her tightly she clenched her teeth together and said through her teeth, “Let me go!”

“No, I am holding you and we are talking this through. You remember when we were talking about getting married… I told you, you wouldn’t like being married to me because I am so old-fashioned. You said you didn’t care, you loved me just the same.” A small smirk formed on his lips.

“You didn’t explain that you meant cave-man old-fashioned!” She tried again to get away from him. But he was too strong for her. This time when she turned her head from him he let her. He just pulled her tightly against his chest. He put his chin on the top of her head.

“Jessie, I love you but, I refuse to put up with a brat. You went against what I said about you going, you snuck out while I was gone, you stayed out and drove home at a dangerous time, you didn’t answer my calls and you smoked. I spanked you and I forgave you… I will not hold this against you unless you do it again. But, I don’t think spanking you was enough. It was a first for us and it has left you with some pretty mixed emotions and I want you to think about them.

I want you to stay home and think about them. If you abuse your right to drive by sneaking out to a place I don’t want you to go and stay out all night then I think you should lose the privilege of driving for a week.

I don’t want you on the phone talking to your sister and your girlfriends and being confused on what to tell them. They are undoubtedly still of the mindset that you should do whatever you want even though you have a husband at home. You said you were sorry you did it. I think you realize how it alienates us. I don’t want you to be confused by their comments or advice.

I want you to take this week to think about what our relationship truly means to you. And every time you think about going somewhere or calling someone you can be proud of yourself for making a decision to please me and put your marriage first… Do you understand me?”

Jessie took a while to respond. She was so confused. The whole time he was talking his fingers were raking up and down on her back. He knew that she loved it when he did this. And his voice was like liquid with that sweet loving tone. But he was basically grounding her like a child.

“Fine.” She said in a clipped voice launching herself off his lap before he had time to respond. She stomped into their room to find her purse. Her cell phone was still in there because she had forgotten to put it on the charger the night before. She grabbed her car keys as well and stomped back to the dining room. Gabe had just stood up and pushed in his chair. He turned to look when she came back in the room.

“Here,” she said grabbing his hand and shoving her phone and keys into them. “You better take these and hide them from me.”

“No,” he said firmly trying to put them back into her hands, but she kept her hands balled tight shaking her head. He finally put them on the buffet. Then he pulled Jessie into his arms again.

“Jessie, I am not taking them from you. You have a choice to make. I am not forcing you; you have to decide to obey me. I love you. I won’t force you. Every time you think about using them, you will have to decide to obey me instead. It is your choice.” He pushed her away softly so he could see her face. She had big puddles in her eyes again. He knew she was having a battle within herself and she needed time to think. He leaned toward her and kissed her lips softly. Then he turned and walked out the door with a quick I’ll see you at lunch.

Jessie spent the day in confusion and depression. She couldn’t make sense of her thoughts. She thought about getting on her laptop to write a little but she was afraid she would be tempted to instant message her friends. It didn’t occur to her that she was making a choice right then to obey Gabe. Later she was torn again when her friend called on the house phone. She wasn’t even one of the ones she had gone out with. She didn’t answer but wondered why her friend had texted her or called her cell. Then she remembered the battery was probably dead. She didn’t check it or plug it in; she left it right where Gabe had set it. It was probably a good thing it was turned off, so she wasn’t tempted each time it chimed she had a message.

Jessie couldn’t concentrate on any projects. Seeing that Gabe’s truck was gone she decided to go for a walk. She didn’t think that should count. She wasn’t leaving; she was just getting out of the house and getting some time to think. And it wasn’t like she was going to come upon any people.

When she got to her favorite path, the one they would ride horses on, she finally relaxed and her mind opened up. She didn’t feel so stressed anymore. She actually felt more at peace. The only thing that could be better is if she had ridden Sunny, her horse. But Gabe had forbid her to ride alone right at the beginning of their relationship. If only she had realized he was going to make it a habit of telling her what to do…

If only? What was she thinking? Would she take it all back if she could? Did she love him enough to put up with him, or to “obey” him? Zoey started thinking about the past.

She and Gabe had gone to the same church for years and years. Jessie didn’t actually know how long. She had been going there since she was born. Gabe’s mother lived with his sister in another state but would come and stay with Gabe every summer. When she was there she would ask Jessie to come out to the ranch and help her “spruce things” up. Last summer, Mrs. Hamilton was recovering from a knee surgery and had hired Jessie to come out daily to help with laundry, cooking, and errands.

So, Jessie had been around Gabe a lot more often. She still really didn’t know she was attracted to him. When she was around him and her stomach started doing flips she thought it was just because he was a man. An older man, he was thirty-six, to her twenty-three. But, when Mrs. Hamilton went back to live with Gabe’s sister in the fall Gabe had asked her to still come out a couple days a week. It all started, for the most part when he asked her to stay to eat with him one time. Or another time he asked her to watch a movie with him. Then he offered to teach her to ride a horse. It finally progressed to them calling each other a lot whenever she wasn’t there. Neither of them would call it a relationship, they had never even kissed.

But, Jessie knew she was in love with him. It didn’t matter to her what others thought. She didn’t care about the age difference in fact they often teased each other about it. She would call him a dinosaur and old-fashioned and he would call her a childish brat.

Ugg, was he thinking about spanking her even way back then? She thought he had called her childish to tease her about her size. She was small person at 5’1” and 102 and pounds. He knew that she hated that she always looked younger than she was. So, when they would disagree on something he would teasingly tell her to quit being such a child. She would be furious about it and smack his chest or arm, and that would start a wrestling match. Of course he was a huge brute and so he always pinned her anyway but she didn’t care she just loved having him wrapped around her. Besides, he never hurt her unless tickling her until her sides ached counted.

And when he said she wouldn’t like to be married to him she thought he was referencing his age. Because that is how they teased each other. Well she knew he was serious and so was she when she said she loved him he even though he was outdated.

She knew he was set in his ways… He liked her to be home and cook for him at meal times unless there was something going on and she let him know ahead of time. He liked her to make the bed every day. He didn’t want her to ride the horse without him. She knew all of that.

She never ever imagined that he would spank her! He was too sweet, how could he hurt her like that? And boy oh boy had it hurt. Well, there were times he had said “if you ever did that I’d have to spank you for it.” But she had always laughed it off. He was kidding right?

Well, there were those times when she was being sassy and he had swatted her backside too… But they were just teasing each other. He was just playing…

But, he had really spanked her and it had really hurt. This was for real. Last night in the shower, and after while she was curled up in his arms, for the few minutes she was awake, anyway… she had thought it was all just a mistake. She had been wrong and he had been angry and he had spanked her because he didn’t know how to deal with his anger. And she had been wrong in leaving the way she did. So, she thought the spanking was a freak- onetime thing. Until this morning…

He started talking all firm, about her not leaving or talking on the phone. Where was that coming from? That told her he was in control and had been. He talked about the spanking and the fact that he thought it wasn’t enough. She thought that at some point he would apologize for it. And that it was a onetime thing, that he wouldn’t do it again. And of course she never planned to make him that angry again anyway so what did it matter?

She thought about him bringing the fact up that she had asked him to marry her. Was he trying to say that she somehow knew and approved of him the way he is? Well she hadn’t known that he planned to spank her when she was practically begging him to marry her.

And now he was basically giving her time to think it all through, and make a choice. That is what he kept saying. Choose to “obey” him. As if!

Her thoughts kept zinging though her head in this manner all the time she couldn’t make heads or tails out of her thoughts. When he came in for lunch she was back to being depressed. It didn’t help that she was so tired she had a headache.

Just before he left to go back to work he told her,

“You may take a nap now.”

Jessie had to bite her tongue she wanted to tell him off so badly. She wanted to tell him that she had already decided to take a nap and she would do as she liked. He was out the door before she could think of an appropriate response. She resolved not to nap at all since he hadn’t really said she had to nap. And that way she wouldn’t be giving in to his “permission”. However she fell asleep on the couch right after dinner that evening. Gabe had woken her when he carried her to bed.

Gabe couldn’t believe what a firebrand his little woman was. She would fight him tooth and nail for the rest of his life he was sure. God, how he loved her and wanted to protect her. She could be so sweet and so giving too. And, the times when she completely surrendered to him his heart would melt. She was all his.

He carried her to bed wondering if she had taken a nap and was just still this tired or if she had refused to nap just to spite him. Now she was out cold and he wanted to make love to her. As he undressed her and covered her with the quilt he felt guilty about wanting to wake her with his brand of loving. He stripped his clothes off watching her curl up on her side.

When his rock hard cock sprang from his jeans he stroked it knowing he was going to wake her up. He climbed in the bed pulling the covers over his head. Instead of pulling Jessie into his arms he crawled down between her legs. She was so tired she easily rolled onto her back again and relaxed her legs open just the way he placed them. He didn’t want to take her in her sleep, he wanted to wake her up calling his name and begging him for more. He felt her wince and sigh when he cupped her bottom and lifted her “girly spot” to his mouth chuckling into her folds. He loved how shy and naïve she was. The first time she had called it that, it had taken everything he had not to laugh at her and have her close him off altogether.

He heard her moan as his tongue found that sensitive nub at the top of her slit. He flicked it back and forth until she started to wiggle in his hands. He delved down into her hole thrusting his tongue in and out as deeply as he could, all the while watching in her face in the moonlight shining through the window. Finally knowing what to do to get the response he wanted he gently settled her bottom back on the mattress. Releasing one of her small cheeks he brought his tongue back up to circle her clit while he found her opening again with his finger. He thrust it into her easily, she was already extremely wet.

“Ohhh…” Jessie cried out softly, but that wasn’t enough for him.

As he pulled his finger back the second time and added another to it and thrust it back in. She was so wet and so tight, he wanted to get in there and feel her squeezing down on his cock while she cried into his shoulder to help her. But he wouldn’t give in until she was begging him. He loved the way she clung to him while he teased her.

Just as he had plunged the second finger into her sweet spot her eyes came open and her hand came down to find the one of his still holding her bottom. She needed something to hold on to. Her hips rocketed with her need for more. She clasped his arm scratching him without meaning to. He knew what she wanted, but he loved to make her wait, to beg and she always did…

“Uuhhho! Oh god Please… Gabe…” she whimpered.

He pulled his hand away from her hip all the while still thrusting with his fingers. He brought his thumb up to her clit and rubbed it harder than he had with his tongue.

“ahh ahh ahh Help me… I need you… Ohh, you’re driving me crazeeee…”

He chuckled for the second time as her fingers found his hair and pulled his head back down to her “girly spot”. He moved both hands and just softly stroked her clit with his tongue. He knew this wasn’t what she wanted or needed. But she liked it, as confusing as it was to her.

“More, please… ohhh” she tried again to make sense of her cries.

He drew his head back stroking her inner thighs with his fingers watching her buck each time they came near her bikini line.

“Gabe! I need you….” She reached for his hand trying to put it back where she wanted the attention.

He chuckled and drew his body up over hers. He heard her happy sigh and drug out the motions as long as he could. He rested his cock at her entrance bracing himself to go slow. He drew back as she thrust her hips upward trying to fill herself up with him.

“Ah Ah Ah.” He teased shaking his head back and forth. He grabbed her hips so he could stop her from bucking, and eased in only an inch stretching her open. She was tight but he knew as wet as she was he could drive right into her. It took everything he had but he pulled back out.

“Gabe! Oh my god, don’t do this to me.”

“What?” he asked with laughter in his throat, pressing slowly into her again, only to pull right back after two inches again.

“I hate you…” she gripped his butt trying again to pull him into her.

“That’s not very nice, young lady.” He said with a smirk as he started to enter her again. She didn’t realize that each inch was more agonizing to him than it was to her. When he pulled back out again he said in a silky voice,

“Maybe you should try asking nicely for what you want.”

He pressed in again at his slowest speed to date. He ground his teeth trying not to groan out loud and slam into her.

“I can’t think…please… you- know- I- want- you.”

He wickedly pulled out again.

“Gabe! I need you… all of you… in me.” She was so frustrated she looked to be near tears. He decided to have mercy on her. His fingers squeezed into her hips pulling her open as wide as she could as he drove into her. He pulled her down on the mattress so she was between his knees, legs strewn over his hips he drove into her mercilessly. She cried out his name climaxing on the second stroke but he had just gotten started.

~o0o~

Pooky, thank you again! I hope you decide to continue writing and that you will share more with us. And anyone else that is thinking of trying a story, we'd love to read it! Please send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday, Choices

2011-12-16T00:05:00.001-05:00

Friday’s here! School is out! Well at least for the kids, I have two more work days but I think I can survive them. Today we have a wonderful story to share. This story is written by one of our blogging friends. See if you can guess as you read then I’ll tell you at the end.

Please enjoy…

Choices

Chapter 1

Jessie tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. She was trying not to dwell on the fact that when she got home she and Gabe were most likely to have a fight. She looked down at the clock quickly and back up to the road. She had seen a few deer already and was careful to pay attention. It wasn’t uncommon for people to accidentally hit deer that ran across the road at the last minute. Why were there so many deer out at three in the morning anyway? For that matter why was she stupid enough to be out at this time?

Since they had been married only two short months, this was their first big argument. Jessie’s sister had wanted her to go out dancing, a girl’s night, with some of their friends. Gabe had said no that she was married now and didn’t need a girl’s night out. He wanted her to stay home with him.

Jessie’s sister Patty was also married and her husband didn’t care if she went out. So, what was Gabe’s hang up? Her friends had agreed, it shouldn’t be a big deal. She should still be able to hang out with her friends.

So, Jessie had left before he came in for the evening. That way he couldn’t argue with her about it again. She wasn’t trying to be sneaky- not really. She was just saving them from another fight about it when she had already made up her mind. She was going if for no other reason than to show him she would do what she wanted and he wouldn’t stop her.

But, now that the night was over and she had time to think about it, she was feeling a little guilty. She had missed him and she hadn’t even enjoyed herself most of the night. She kept thinking about him and whether or not they were going to fight about it when she got home. At one point, Patty had told her that she should’ve just stayed home, because her mood was putting a damper on everyone else’s fun. Jessie had danced, but couldn’t seem to get into it. And she hadn’t drunk anything besides Coke because she had to drive home. Now that it was too late to change a thing, she wished she would have just spent the night snuggled up with Gabe.

She took a deep breath as she turned on the signal and slowed the car to turn onto the road to the ranch. She contemplated having one last cigarette before she got home but nixed the idea quickly. Gabe hated it that she had smoked when they were dating. She had mostly quit, except when she was with Patty.

She wondered if he had stayed up waiting for her. She didn’t tell him when she would be home. Heck, she hadn’t told him anything. He wouldn’t talk about it at all when she had told him she wanted to go. She had tried a couple times, so when it came down to it this afternoon, she just left. She didn’t even leave a note. He would know where she had gone.

As she pulled into the drive she noticed the TV was on. He had waited up. She smiled to herself. He did love her. He must have cared and maybe even worried about her. She started to feel a bit guilty again, as she got out and walked to the front door.

Inside the mudroom she quickly slid her shoes off and sighed with relief. Her feet were sore from being on them all night. She walked quietly into the living room to say good night. She knew that he had to know she was home. Where they lived at the end of the road, nobody drove down their road unless they intended to. So he would have heard her pull up and come in. She decided to pretend nothing was the matter.

“Hi honey, I’m home.” she said quietly as she rounded the door way.

His expression was unreadable, as in- he didn’t look mad. He lifted his hand and motioned for her to come to him. She did as she was bid and naively walked toward him. Once within his reach he slid to the edge of the sofa and caught her hand fluidly pulling her down across his lap.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked out as the first crack sounded across her jean clad bottom. “Stop!” crack! “Ow!” crack! “Stop! You can’t do this.” Crack! “Owieee” crack!

“Stop it right now!” amidst the crack upon each word, she tried more firmly, lifting her torso to look behind her. She struggled against him trying to free herself to no avail. He had her firmly in hand. Literally. His left hand held her waist so that she couldn’t slide away and his right hand was wailing on her backside. Fire was engulfing her bottom like she couldn’t believe. And he wasn’t saying a word.

“You can’t do this… ow… stop!” He kept smacking. Her father had never been in her life, and her mother had never spanked her before. Gabe had made jokes about her needing to be spanked at times, but she had thought it was just that- a joke.

“I hate you Gabe Hamilton! When you let me go I’m gonna…” she had to shout to be heard above the cracking of his palm on her denim behind. She stopped short when he stopped mid-swing. Thank God, she thought as she tried to squirm away. She was quite surprised when she felt his hand move to her front where he was unfastening her pants.

“NO- no- no!” she said trying unsuccessfully to stop him. Cool air kissed her hot bottom as he drew her pants and panties down over her bum and down her legs.

Whap. Whap. Whap. He started all over. The pain was different: stingy. It was making her crazy: angry. She was yelling all kinds of things at him. She couldn’t take it, it was unbearable. She put her hand back to stop the relentless burning, but he just caught her hand at her waist and held it there. She was so angry she wanted to punch or kick him. Her legs were free… She started kicking her legs up trying to catch him or just put her feet in the way of his vicious swing, she didn’t care which. When he simply lifted his leg over hers effectively pinning her down. She gave in. She was completely at his mercy. She sobbed. And after a couple more swats he stopped at last.

“Jessie, you know why I am doing this, right?” he finally spoke in a quiet firm voice.

“Because you are a caveman… no a Neanderthal….A-Oh- Ow. Ow. Ow! No, stop please…” she started crying as he started smacking all over again.

“Are you ready to try again Jessie?” He stopped and rubbed her bottom, which surprisingly made it feel so much better. Jessie looked at the puddle of tears in front of her on the beige carpet and her mass of strawberry blonde curls hanging in it. She swiped her face on her left arm which was supporting her upper body. She considered not answering but, decided she should comply so that he would let her out of this detestable position.

“For going out when you said not too… I’m sor-ry Gabe… please let me up so we can talk about it.” She whimpered when he stopped rubbing her bottom. She realized quickly the heat was still there.

“That’s a good start.” He offered as he began smacking all over her rear and down the tops of her thighs. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Ow, owieeee… stop please, I said that I’m sooiireee.”

“This is for sneaking out while I was gone.” He finished a couple more right on the crease where her bottom met her legs. He paused then and Jessie thought he was done. But then he picked up right where he left off. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“This is for actually going, when I told you not too.” He peppered smacks all over her butt as if he had nothing better to do at the time. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“This is for smoking…” he made sure to cover the sensitive areas again. SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Did you drink tonight Jessie?” he paused so that he could hear her answer.

“NO, no… I didn’t- I swear I didn’t.” she whimpered, praying he was done.

“You are lucky.” he said softly as he finally lifted her to his lap, rubbing her bottom softly as he wrapped his big arms around her.

Jessie accepted the comfort he was offering. She tucked her face into his shoulder and cried softly as he squeezed her closer to his massive chest. Her bare bottom was burning severely where he had settled it on his blue jeans. But, she didn’t care she was just thankful to be in his arms instead of over his knee.

Gabe started rubbing her back, brushing her hair out of her face and whispered.

“Shh, I love you. It’s done now.”

It took a couple minutes for Jessie to calm down enough to speak.

“Does this mean that now that I’m married to you I can’t do things with my friends?”

“Jessie, don’t be silly, you have already done girl things, think about it. You had lunch with your mom and Patty, and another time you went shopping with… I don’t remember who it was. But you know the difference. You can do those things. You do not need to stay out all night partying and dancing without me.”

Jessie started crying again. It hurt worse to hear his disappointment with her for what she had done. And his reasoning even made perfect sense.

“I’m s-so- sor-ry, Gabe. I don’t even know why I was set on going… It was stupid…. They were saying stuff about it being a girl’s night and I didn’t want to be left out… but I knew it would make you mad… I don’t know why I went anyway.”

“It is ok now, it’s over and done with, I forgive you.” He said against her forehead where he placed soft kisses as he spoke.

Jessie was exhausted and relieved, and wanted to fall asleep against his chest. She felt him stand and walk toward the bedroom; she thought he was going to carry her to bed. So, when he stopped short outside the master bath and slowly helped her to her feet she was confused, until she heard his crisp command.

“Go take a shower, you smell like cigarette smoke.”

“I’m tired, I don’t want to shower now it’s four-something in the morning.” She whined.

“Now.” He didn’t give an inch.

Jessie’s whole being sagged as she turned to the bathroom, somewhat afraid to disobey him. But, she still pouted and whined with her back toward him.

“I’m tired, this isn’t fair… especially since you sp-” she stopped short not wanting to say the word.

“You’re not getting in my bed smelling like cigarette smoke. And it is not my fault you stayed out this late.” He said in a voice that was somewhat new to Jessie.

As she was getting out of the shower a couple minutes later and toweling off, she couldn’t wait to get into bed. Not so much because she was so tired, but because she felt so vulnerable. She needed to be in his arms again and oddly enough, she wasn’t afraid of him.

She didn’t have to wait for, or ask for his embrace. As soon as she was under the quilt his arms snaked around her and pulled her close. She pressed her cheek against the warm skin of his chest and felt like she was home. Her eyes drifted closed only to pop back open in a flash as his hand went from caressing her back to cupping her sore buttocks. A small gasp escaped her lips but was shushed as he started again to rub her bottom more softly. She drifted off to sleep with her bottom firmly in his hands.

“Jessie…wake up, here is your coffee.” Jessie came awake as she felt the side of the bed dip. This was their normal routine; he would bring her coffee and rub her back. Then she would get up, shower, and make breakfast while he went out to do chores.

“I’m so tired… I can’t get up, I’m too tired.” She whined.

“I bet you are so am I. But, I still have to get up and feed the animals. You have to get up and feed me.” Gabe didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound as if he was going to give her an inch. She felt a cool draft as he pulled the covers off of her.

“I know… I will but, can I just have a little bit longer?” she remembered she was naked and rolled onto her back toward his side where she could reach the quilt and try to cover up. But, as soon as her bottom touched the sheet she winced, remembering the spanking he had given her. Her face instantly felt warm and she wished she could disappear. She quickly pulled his pillow over her face.

“It isn’t my fault you stayed out so late and are still tired. But, this is a ranch and everyone has to do their part to make it run. You asked me to marry you, remember? And you knew what living on a working ranch required. I’ll be back in five minutes and you had better be up, got it?”

Jessie groaned into her pillow but thankfully she felt the bed shift as he got up and walked out of the room. When he was gone she gave into the need to roll back onto her tummy. She shimmied to the edge of the bed and when her feet finally hit the floor and she was standing, she cautiously put her hands behind her to rub her butt.

Ouch! She couldn’t believe how much it still hurt. And he had to bring up the fact that she had asked him to marry her now of all times!

Now that she had time to think about it, she couldn’t believe he had actually spanked her. And why was she still there? If she was smart she would pack up her things and leave. But, she didn’t feel like it was abuse… She had been wrong. She had deserved it. And she didn’t want to leave him. She loved him.

She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when he came back to check on her. He came up behind her leaned in and kissed her temple.

“Good choice.” He said simply before he walked away again.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. She wanted to climb back in bed and say to hell with him. But, she knew that wasn’t fair. She normally loved to get up and cook for him and his friend who helped out on the ranch. Gabe loved her cooking and praised her and it felt so good to please him. They had a really good relationship. The loved each other. He would tease her sometimes and they would wrestle on the floor. They would usually end up making love where ever they were. And Gave was anything but a selfish lover. He would give her an embarrassing amount of orgasms before he ever got off. He seemed to take pride in the shameless way she acted during their lovemaking.

She let her thoughts come back to her day and her agenda. She made breakfast but when Gabe and Tyler sat down a while later Jessie was ready to disappear again. She didn’t want to look Gabe in the face and she couldn’t begin to sort her feelings out. So, she took the easy way out and headed out of the room after she had put the food on the table.

A few minutes later Gabe found her in the bedroom with her laptop in hand. She was trying to figure out where to sit and if she even dared trying to sit. She had put on a stretchy pair of leggings hoping they would be comfortable. But she was afraid nothing would actually feel ok right now.

“What are you doing? We are waiting for you.”

“I’m not hungry- I don’t want to eat.” She answered keeping her eyes averted.

“I don’t think so. Get your fanny out there and sit down. I am not playing these games.” Gabe didn’t give her a chance to respond he just took her hand and lead her back to the dining room.

Jessie didn’t get any more chance to consider sitting options either as her chair was pulled out and she was guided into it. Ouch! She restrained herself from popping right back out of it. Oh, how she wished she would have bought the seat cushions she had looked at the other day. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a small smile cross Gabe’s face and when she turned to look at him he just laughed and got all innocent looking. Jessie knew her face was red, it was so warm. She tried to sit still or to line up her shifting in her seat to when she was reaching for something or looking at something, but the fact of the matter was she couldn’t sit still.

When they were finally done with their breakfast and she was clearing the table Gabe asked Tyler to go on out and start emptying the trailer and he would be right out. Jessie’s face again started to feel warm as she wondered why he was staying behind.

When the door closed behind Tyler, and Jessie was back at the table reaching for his plate, Gabe caught her hand and pulled her to sit in his lap. Jessie tucked her face into his chest thankful that he couldn’t see her flaming cheeks from this angle.

“I love you Jessie, you know that right?” he asked softly against the top of her head.

She didn’t think she could talk and so just nodded. Her hands had found their way around his neck and she threaded her fingers through the short curls at the back of his head. She loved being in his lap like this and when his voice had that husky tone she just melted.

“Look at me Jess…” he said waiting for her response, when she didn’t move to do it on her own he took her chin in his fingers and turned her face to his. She tried to keep her eyes averted; she couldn’t explain the emotions she was feeling. But, her eyes darted back to his quickly, when she heard him say her name with his firm voice.

“Jessie Marie.”

Her emerald green eyes locked on his steel blue. Her attitude seemed to come back to her naturally.

“What?” she demanded in a saucy tone, jerking her head back so that his fingers fell from her jaw.

~o0o~

Now don’t worry, there is a chapter 2 and lucky for you, it will be up tomorrow!

When I first received this story the writer asked me to post it anonymously. I was fine with that but I wished she would take credit for this fine writing. When I talked to her last she said she had given it a lot of thought and she had changed her mind. This story was written by Pooky over at CDD for Life? Pooky’s story. I do want to clarify this is a fiction story, not from her real life. The one catch is that she is not allowed to read or write spanking fiction. Pooky asks that if you want to leave her a comment it will need to be here. Since her husband, Dev, sometimes reads her site she can’t post any comments about the story there.

I hope at some point in the future this rule will change for Pooky. I know that, for me, exploring my feelings through fiction, both in reading and writing, has helped me grow to understand so much more about this life style. Regardless, Pooky you are a wonderful writer and I thank you for sharing this story with us. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for part two.

As always I’m looking for new stories! If you have one to share send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Already??!

2011-12-15T00:05:00.001-05:00

I'm afraid it's that time again!
I think both of these are appropriate.

Questions

2011-12-14T02:00:00.000-05:00

I have a couple of questions.

Where do all the spammers come from? And why do so many of them think I need a bigger penis?

Back's better

2011-12-11T22:43:00.006-05:00

I’m hoping all this makes sense. My back kept getting worse so I finally went to the doctor Friday. She thinks it’s just strained so she gave me an anti-inflammatory and a muscle relaxant. I have to say the muscle relaxant really works. I’ve felt loopy ever since I started taking it. But it’s been the weekend so it hasn’t really mattered. My back is feeling much better¸ I still feel a twinge every now and then but nothing like it was the other day. I’ll stay on the anti-inflammatory but I can’t take the muscle relaxant and work so I hope once a day will be enough.

As some of you suggested I kept up a little light exercise and some stretching. The doctor told me to walk and gave me some specific lower back exercises. But I went up a little on my weigh in. Only .4 but I wasn’t happy about it. Neither was Nick, not that he is worried about the gain itself, it’s just that he know how easily I get discouraged when I don’t lose. He held me close and tight and I got in a couple of hard swats on my butt to get my attention, and I appreciate his efforts. Don’t worry; I have no intentions of giving up at this point. But of course, Christmas is going to be tough.

We’re having to move all of Mollie’s stuff home for the Christmas break because she was able to get a new room and roommate (Yeah!) actually she is just moving next door to where she is now, but she can’t leave her stuff there. It’s going to make next weekend really busy. Moving Mollie back here Friday evening, putting up the tree Saturday morning, family Christmas gathering Saturday afternoon/evening, Sunday morning church program, family party for Nick’s mom’s birthday at lunch after church, and then Mollie is having her friends over for dinner Sunday night. I’m tired just thinking about it. It wouldn’t be so bad but they slipped in a few extra mandatory work days for us when we should be off. That's always annoying.

I hope now that my back is feeling better; we will be able to slip in some play time before Mollie comes home for a month. Although, strange as it sounds, we almost seem to play more when she is living at home. Maybe the idea of sneaking in play time when she is out with her friends makes it more exciting, or at least more urgent. Who knows, we’ll do the best we can.

I have several more brand new Fantasy Friday stories that I think you will really like. So don’t forget to come by and check each week.

Fantasy Friday, The Story Tellers

2011-12-09T00:05:00.002-05:00

*I got an email from Kitty last night telling me she had written a piece of fiction but wasn't sure she wanted to send a first attempt for a Fantasy Friday. She nuts! LOL! I just read it and it's great. Fantasy Friday isn't the only place to find good spanking fiction. So today you have two places to go. Read here then go by Sweet Surrender for another great story!

Friday, Friday, Friday! It’s here and only one more week until we get out for Christmas. Now that’s going to feel good. Meanwhile, this coming week is going to be a busy one. I’m hoping my back gets better soon!

We have another brand new story today. It’s written by the same author who wrote A Strangers Gift. I love her style and I know you are going to enjoy this story too. I’ll tell you more about this writer at the end. Please enjoy…

The Story Tellers

She gazed from the East windows across the moors, she would witness their approach from here. She could not take her eyes off the lane that snaked across the hills, its grass verges clipped short by the ponies native to these moors. The light was fading fast as she saw the faint glimmer of head lights in the far distance, their starring beams picking out the first flurry of snow that swept briefly across the tops where the hills kissed the sky.

She shuddered slightly and clasped her arms around herself, maybe the chill of the winter scene, she wondered? The house may be old, but it was warm and cozy she reasoned, no, this was anticipation. She moved her legs slightly and felt the swish of her stockings beneath her black pencil skirt, a white blouse completed her outfit, which, she hoped, presented a professional image for this most unusual of appointments. She felt her heart pounding slightly as the headlights grew closer, her lips parting slightly as her breathing increased, a mixture of apprehension and excitement spreading over her.

She moved to the hallway of the old house pausing briefly to place a letter sealed within a gold embossed envelope on the hall table and with trembling hands opened the door to the study. The room was lined with books, some old some new, the yew paneling catching the low glow of the evening light, a fire place to one side, its logs crackling and spitting adding to the atmosphere of the room. She positioned herself in a leather tall backed chair opposite the door, crossing her legs she tried to look as demure as possible as she waited for her guests to arrive. She noticed as she looked around the room that many of the books were written by her favourite authors, A. Conan Doyle, Jane Austen and an early copy or two of Jamaica Inn.

She heard keys unlocking the front door and after a brief interlude the door to the study opened. A girl in her mid twenties entered followed by a man, the man slightly older. She stood up and stepping forward held out her hand in anticipation of a formal greeting but the girl simply held her hand and led her to the chair she had just left, here she was pushed forward gently but firmly and made to bend over the back of the chair. She could feel her skirt tight across her bottom, it was never designed for her to be in this position, she thought to herself. She steadied herself by placing both hands on the seat of the chair and as she looked up she noticed the girl stroking the man’s face whilst holding his hand, and with a look of compassion she said, “Don’t worry, all will be fine.”

He looked apprehensive, she caught his eye as he glanced at her, she noticed his pale grey eyes through his long tousled fair hairbefore politely lowering her eyes.

The girl now crouched in front of the chair and held both of her hands, as she looked up into her eyes, she spoke gently, “ I will stay with you, I will always stay with you” her hands were not grasping as in force but gently held, as if for comfort. She felt him stand next to her, his leg touching hers, his hand firmly on the small of her back, she felt cocooned, restrained, yet free and strangely safe. She held her breath as she waited for that familiar feeling, her transport to another headspace. His hand rested lightly on her bottom, raised, and then landed with a slap on the right cheek of her bottom, she let her breath out with a small sigh whilst another slap landed on the left cheek. The spanking continued rhythmically on each cheek of her bottom, progressively getting harder as she breathed out involuntary gasps and groans. She moved her legs to try to move somehow the stinging heat that each spank generated.

The girl squeezed her hands, she raised her face to look into the girls’ eyes, “Be still” the girl spoke gently to her “I will stay with you, I will look after you.” She felt the first tears starting to fall from her eyes as she stilled her legs and concentrated once more on the regular slapping of the man’s hand on her bottom, the tightness of her skirt and the curl of his palm perfectly matching the roundness of her bottom ensuring that she was being thoroughly spanked.

Just as the room started to disappear and she felt herself starting to float away he stood away from her and released his hand from the small of her back. She was momentarily back in the room and left panting as she remained draped over the chair. She raised her head again and watched the man walk across to the fireplace, he remained still, his hands clasped behind him as he stared into the fire. The girl encouraged her to stand up. “I must prepare you for further punishment.”

As she straightened up the girl unzipped her skirt, and knowing what was expected of her she pulled the skirt down herself over the fullness of her naked bottom and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it she positioned herself once again facing the chair. The girl spoke once more but this time with firmness in her voice, “You will stay in the position you are placed in, you will keep your bottom still and you will do as you are told, or the master will discipline you harder, do you understand?” She tried to answer but her throat was too dry to speak, a single tear trickled down her face as she simply nodded. The girl spoke again, “It is important that you are punished properly!”

She lowered her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, or was it excitement at being exposed and vulnerable, they were fully clothed, it made her feel under their control, displayed for their pleasure.

The man returned once again to take up his position next to her, he briefly stared into her eyes, she detected a glimmer of excitement and passion before he looked towards the girl who was once again ather station, in front of the chair. The girl picking up on the silent message spoke to her quietly. “Bend over now, you are to receive further punishment.”

She draped herself over the chair once again; she felt the cool leather of the chair against the naked skin above her stockings, the girl once again, gently taking both of her hands into hers. She felt the palm of his hand make contact with her bottom once again, her bottom cheeks bouncing under each hard slap, her skirt no longer able to retain or protect her flesh. He concentrated the firmness of his hand on one part of her bottom until she was grimacing so much that her gasps were audible and then moved to another spot to repeat the process. Fresh tears immediately began to flow as she found herself drifting away again, the room, the books, the flickering light from the fire receding.

She faintly heard the girl whisper to her, “I will stay with you, be free, just be free” but it was a distant voice, heard as if in a dream. The spanks were landing now on every inch of her bottom, from the tops of her legs to each side of her buttocks so that the redness and heat was spread all over, adding to the wetness she felt as her erotic sexual excitement increased. Her bottom was clenching as each spank landed, her breathing ragged as her legs relaxed and she started to dissolve, allowing for the first time the chair to bear all of her weight as she completely surrendered to her punishment, to her body and to her soul. As the final slaps landed where her bottom creased with the tops of her legs her orgasm started to flow over her, starting with a slow tingling and rapidly rising to a flood as every cell in her body switched on. She was somewhere far away now, flying a magic carpet ride to pure ecstasy, the people around her invisible, there was just her and pure exquisite pleasure. She heard someone screaming in the distance, a voice she vaguely remembered as her own.

“Oh please, please!”

When she opened her eyes the girl was still holding her hands, and, as she had promised, stayed with her, she, on the other hand, just remained draped motionless over the chair.

The three of them sat in front of the fire, her in the chair in a toweling robe, the girl and man sitting at her feet, each holdinga glass of mulled wine.

“So” the man said, “was I ok, sorry, I was very nervous.”

She looked at him kindly and squeezed his hand, “You did brilliantly, I think we were all a little nervous!” She held both of their hands to her face and gently kissed them, “you know I love you both so much, we must never be apart.”

The girl knelt up and hugged her, “The three of us never will be my darling” she said with a smile. “Anyway, what house shall we rent next time?”

“I guess it depends on the stories” replied the man. “Maybe something in Austen country, the shire?”

“I shall attend to that with much haste, this very morn, Mr Darcy, madam.” Said the girl, attempting her best Jane Austen impression.

“Hmm, or maybe an old school?” She said, looking quizzically at the girl.

“Sir please sir” the girl said excitedly to the man “I think next time she deserves to be caned!”

“Maybe next time I’ll cane the pair of you if you don’t behave.” the man said with a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.

“We will try to be good sir, honest, but anyway, who’s turn is it next time?” said the girl looking up at her.

“We shall all present our stories in envelopes, and then we will see.” She held out her glass, “but in the mean time, to our first adventure.”

“Well” the man said, “we are in an old manor house on a lonely winter moor and we have the whole weekend ahead of us.” He smiled,his eyes twinkling, “I think the games afoot.”

The three lovers smiled at each other, clinked their glasses and chorused together,

“To the game!”

~o0o~

This wonderful story was written by Grace. She tells me that she and her partner Jamie have know each other since they were in their teens and have been in a relationship ever since. They now they have grown children. Grace enjoys books published by Black Lace. I’m not familiar with then but she says that they have several books that involve spanking and are written by women, for women. Grace says ‘we love the erotic nature of spanking which for us tends to play out mainly in the bedroom and has totally transformed our love life.’

Grace I hope you will keep on writing and sharing with us. It seems this story could go on and on. Thank you for sending this one. I hope that there are others out there writing. I you have a story you are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Owwww! That hurts!

2011-12-07T22:33:00.004-05:00

Sorry, it's probably not right to use a title like that to draw you in. I sure wish that I could tell you I've had a nice spanking, but I'm not that lucky. What I have done is something to my back, and it's really hurting. I went to the gym Monday - walked mostly, but I did a few exercises. I sure didn't think I hurt myself in any way. Nothing hurt Monday evening after I got home or when I got up Tuesday morning. It started around lunch time Tuesday, my lower back has been really hurting ever since.

I really hate pain unless it's associated with spanking. Nick's been good to me. He put Ben-Gay on my back. Of course he couldn't help rubbing a bit on my butt too. What a sweet guy. All this is making it hard to exercise so I don't know how the weight loss will go this week. I'm still watching what I eat but I don't think I'll make it back the gym for a few more days.

Now I'm going to try to get out of this chair and head to bed. I'll let you know if I make it.

Still trying

2011-12-05T01:00:00.002-05:00

Had a good weekend, went shopping with my sister. The shopping was fun but the visit was even better. Our conversations would seem so disjointed to a stranger listening but they sure are fun for us. I’m not completely finished with my shopping but the end is in sight.

I wish I had more to blog about. I’m in a blank/blah spanking mode. There’s nothing going on on that front. And while I’m okay with that, I hate that I’m okay with that. It leaves me lacking in enthusiasm. I sure would like that back.

Meanwhile, on the weight front, things are going pretty well. I lost the pound I gained over Thanksgiving and another .8 on top of that. So far that’s a total loss of 11.2 pounds in 10 weeks. I just want to keep going. Of course it would be easier if I didn’t have to watch what I eat and exercise, but it doesn’t seem to work as well that way.

Wish I had something more exciting to blog about. Faerie said she wished her husband could read her mind. I’m afraid right now if Nick could read mine he wouldn’t find it very interesting. I’m working on it.

Fantasy Friday, Who Could have Imagined

2011-12-02T00:05:00.003-05:00

Believe it or not, its December folks! My sister is come to visit and Christmas shop this weekend. The shopping would be easier if any of the males in the family would give us even a hint of what they want. Men can be frustrating, but you got to love them.

This is the first of the three stories I got last Sunday. And we know the author, Sunnygirl from Aimless Rambling wrote our Thanksgiving Fantasy Friday. I’m thinking, and hoping, that this has really started a writing bug in her because I really like her stories. I think this one is something every spanko out there can relate to. Please enjoy…

Who Could have Imagined

Jenna’s thoughts were focused on just getting the packages to the car. As she walked through the mall she could hear the rain pounding on the roof and wished she had parked a little closer. Now she was about to get drenched before she got to the car. As she reached the door she bumped into someone causing her to drop one of the packages. She just bent down to get it when she bumped heads with this great looking man who was trying to reach for her package too. He was about 6 2 with blond hair and dressed very casually in khakis and a blue oxford cloth shirt with a sweater loosely draped around his shoulders. Jenna couldn’t believe how handsome he was and when he handed her the package their fingers touched and she felt a jolt of electricity. She tried to casually glance at his hand to see if he was wearing a ring. No ring, good she thought. Jenna tried to think of something to prolong this encounter. Her mind was furiously working to come up with a thought when he spoke.

“Hi, my name is Jared. Can I help you in getting these packages to your car?”

Jenna was so tongue-tied she barely managed to introduce herself. “Yes, I really would appreciate another set of hands but I don’t want you to get soaked too.”

“Want to get a cup of coffee” he suggested. Maybe by then the rain will have let up and neither of us would have to get wet.

Jenna couldn’t believe her luck. Here was this gorgeous man who just invited her for a cup of coffee.

Don’t get too excited Jenna warned herself. Just because he’s not wearing a ring and offered to buy you coffee doesn’t mean he’s looking for a date. He could just be being a gentleman. They found a small table near the Starbuck’s kiosk. Jared went to get the coffee as Jenna deposited her packages. He brought back the coffee and said:

“I’m not sure if you take any cream or sugar, so I just brought it this way. I will watch the packages if you need to get anything”. “No, I like it black”, Jenna replied. “So do I” replied Jared. “Well that’s at least one thing we have in common” said Jenna.

Jared was intrigued by this girl. She was about 5 6 with beautiful green eyes and a smile that could light up a room. . He had recently moved to the area and did not have many friends and certainly had not dated anyone since his breakup with his last lady friend over three months ago. He wondered if she was married or in a relationship and figured the best thing was to just come out and ask.

“So, Jenna, why don’t you tell me about yourself? Are you married? In a relationship?”

“No” Jenna replied. My husband died early last year and since then I really haven’t dated anyone. It was hard for us and truthfully I haven’t met anyone with whom I would like to be with.

“Us” Jared asked. “”Yes, Jenna said. “ Us – I have a five year old daughter. Her name is Nora. She is visiting with her grandparents right now so I could get her Christmas presents without her being underfoot.” Jenna liked to be up front about Nora because some men didn’t want to date a woman with a child. If Jared was like that, it was best to know right away.

Jared didn’t seem fazed about her having a daughter. He just said that if she was as half as cute as her mother she must be a knockout. Jenna blushed – she hadn’t done that in a very long while. They continued to talk and after a while Jenna noticed she hadn’t touched her coffee and that the rain didn’t seem to be pounding on the roof anymore. She told Jared that she wanted to get going in case in started raining again. He helped her with the packages and walked with her to her car.

“I would like to see you again if that would be alright, Jenna” She said she would like that too and gave him her card. She hopped in the car and drove home with a smile on her face. She was excited about meeting a man that was interested in her and didn’t seem bothered about Nora.

A week went by and Jenna did not hear from Jared. She wondered why a man would go through making a point that he would like to see her again, getting her number and then not calling. Well, there wasn’t anything she could do about it and put it out of her mind.

Several days later she was just leaving the diner when she spotted Jared just coming in with a lady. When Jared saw Jenna, he smiled and waved. Well, that explains that, thought Jenna. Jared caught up to Jenna just getting into her car. “I’m so glad I ran into you. I’ve wanted to call but I couldn’t find the paper with your number on it.” Jenna thought what a likely story and was rather cool.

“Maybe you should get back to your friend; you don’t want to keep her waiting “said Jenna. She started the car and drove off. When she looked in the rearview mirror she saw Jared just standing there scratching his head.

Jenna and Nora were at the mall the next time she ran into Jared. He said we seem to keep bumping into one another. Jenna said “yes” and nothing else. Jared then crouched down and held out his hand and introduced himself to Nora. “You must be Nora,” he said,” how are you”. Nora was a little shy but she seemed to respond to Jared immediately. Jenna wasn’t going to prolong this meeting. She told Nora to say goodbye to the gentleman so they could be on their way. Jared was a little annoyed with Jenna’s attitude. He apologized again for losing her number and asked if he could have it again. Jenna replied “Why, so you could lose it again, or did you lose the number of the lady you were with the other day?”

Jared explained that lady was his sister and said again that he was sorry but he really did lose her number. Can we start over? Jenna said something about how convenient to have your sister as an excuse. Jared said “I’m not in the habit of allowing people to call me a liar. I always tell the truth.” Well, Jenna said, there’s always a first time for everything. Jared was getting more that annoyed and said that maybe it was a good idea that they get together because he thought her attitude needed adjusting. “And just what do you mean by that, Mister”. He got up very close and whispered in her ear that maybe what she needed was to be taken over his knee. Jenna couldn’t believe what she heard. This was 2011 not 1950. She was a grown woman not a child and her attitude was just fine.

She huffed and took Nora by the hand and walked away. All of a sudden she saw this wall in front of her. “”You are not getting away that easily stated Jared. “ I’ve apologized and would like to see you again.”

“Why so you could spank me, replied Jenna. “Well, that could definitely be arranged if you continue acting like a spoiled brat.”

Jenna began to think that maybe he really had lost her number and that she should give him another chance. She told him and she and Nora would be attending the tree lighting ceremony in the town square tomorrow night and if he wanted to he was welcome to join them. Jared didn’t hesitate to say he would like that very much and he would seem them there.

Jared was looking forward to spending an evening with Jenna and Nora. He had moved to this small community in late summer to take over a position at the local college. He was a history professor and the opportunity to teach at a small private college was just what he was looking for. He was tired of city life and at 36 years old wanted to settle town and have a family. Most of the women he dated in the city were more interested in their careers than a home and family. He wanted what he had grown up with, siblings and loving parents. His parents had made it look so easy. His father was a quiet, soft spoken man but his mother ruled the roost. Well at least you thought so until you took a closer look. She always expressed her opinions in a respectful way but deferred to her husband for the final decisions. That’s what he wanted for himself and thought that maybe Jenna could be someone with whom he could find that kind of happiness.

Friday night was cool for their part of the country – low 40s and there were hundreds of people in the square. He managed to find Jenna and Nora after a bit. They enjoyed the tree lighting and the carolers and when the program was finished he asked Jenna if she would like to stop somewhere for a warm drink. They stopped at the Town Diner and while Jenna asked for tea, both Nora and Jared opted for hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream. Nora was really taken with Jared and when Jenna commented how comfortable he was with her he said that’s probably because he spent a great deal of time with his nieces and nephews. Nora started yawning and Jenna mentioned that she should be getting her home. Jared wanted to spend some more time with Jenna but he didn’t want to push. He was glad when she suggested he follow them home and once Nora was in bed and asleep they would have some time to get to know one another better.

After that evening, Jenna and Jared spent a lot of time either texting or talking on the phone. They usually spent part of the weekend together, with or without Nora. Luckily, Jenna’s parents were close by and they loved taking Nora so that Jenna and Jared could spend some time alone. They were becoming an item and Jared invited Jenna to a Christmas Party that was being given by the Dean of his department. Jenna was excited about going and also a little nervous. She decided to treat herself to a new outfit as well as a mani/pedi/facial on the day of the event. When Jared picked her up he whistled and said that he would be with the most beautiful women at the party. Jenna downplayed the compliment and Jared said he wouldn’t put up with her belittling herself. She made disparaging remarks about herself much too often. The next time she did it, there would be repercussions. Jenna just let the statement slide, she was going to enjoy herself this evening and wasn’t about to get into an argument now. The evening was too soon over – they both had a marvelous time. She enjoyed meeting his colleagues and found herself thinking about future outings with some of the couples she had met tonight. More and more Jenna found herself imaging what it would be like to be Mrs. Jared Devlin. She surprised herself - she wasn’t sure she would ever find anyone she was as comfortable with as her late husband but here she was enjoying being part of a couple again.

She decided to ask Jared to spend Christmas Eve with her family. Her parents always threw a large open house for friends and family. She felt it would be a good time to introduce him to her parents and siblings.

Everyone was taken with Jared. Her sister, Janet, whisked her aside and said that he was definitely a keeper – between his good looks and his personality – she couldn’t imagine any one more perfect for her sister. Her brother, Scott, also commented on what a nice guy he seemed to be and was glad to see his sister so happy again. Her mother thought he would be a perfect addition to the family. Even her stoic Dad commented on what a nice fellow he was. Jenna told them all not to get ahead of themselves. She and Jared had only been dating for a little over a month and they were just moving the relationship far too fast for her.

When they were leaving the party, Jenna’s mother, Sarah, came over to tell Jared how much she enjoyed meeting him and thank him for taking such an interest in Jenna and Nora. Jenna turned red as a beet and told her mother to butt out and to keep her opinions to herself. Sarah was a little embarrassed and just said good night. When she closed the door, Jared told Jenna that she was so very disrespectful to her mother and that she didn’t deserve it. Jenna lit into Jared that it was none of his business how she treated her mother. Jared admitted that “No, it was not his business now but if they were going to go forward with this relationship he would make it his business”. He continued that he couldn’t imagine her allowing Nora to speak to her that way nor could he imagine ever speaking to his mother that way. It was disrespectful and he would not allow that behavior in his wife. “Wife” shouted Jenna, “aren’t we jumping ahead of ourselves here”. “Well”, said Jared, “I feel like we are moving toward that. I find myself thinking about us as a family. I certainly feel like we are something more than just friends. But I have to tell you that I will not allow you to continue that type of disrespect toward your mother or anyone else. Behavior like that will find you over my knee.”

Jenna couldn’t believe he just said that. It was not the first time he referred to spanking her and she was having none of it. She proceeded to tell him that she was a grown woman and could behave any way she chose. He said that was true but not if she was going to be with him. When they reached Jenna’s front door, he got out of the car and propelled her toward the house. He hoped that Nora was asleep because he intended to carry out his threat. She certainly deserved a spanking and he was going to let her have it. Jenna thanked the babysitter for taking care of Nora and Jared walked her to her car. As he walked back to the front door, he wasn’t sure how he was going to approach Jared had heard all he was going to take. It was time to take control. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the sofa and turned her over his knee. He asked her if she knew why she was going to be spanked – no answer. He started to rain down smacks on her bottom. He asked again if she knew why she was being spanked. Again, no response.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. When he asked again she whispered something about disrespect. He told her to speak up he couldn’t hear her. Silence.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK – finally he could hear her say because she had treated him and her mother disrespectfully. He continued lecturing her and spanking her bottom until she was sobbing loudly. He let her up and tried to take her in his arms and comfort her but she yanked away and started rubbing her bottom. “I can’t believe you spanked me”. I haven’t been spanked since I was a little girl and it’s not going to happen again. It hurt.”

Jared said “I know this may seem obvious but spanking is supposed to hurt. And any future punishment spankings will also hurt. I believe in a traditional marriage and if we are going to be in a relationship you can expect to be spanked when you deserve it.” We can talk about this later but you should be aware of my expectations.” Then he said it was late and she would be up early with Nora so he’d better be getting on home. He kissed her goodnight and said he would call her in the morning.

Jenna didn’t know what to think. She really liked Jared and wanted to continue seeing him but she couldn’t imagine allowing him to spank her. She had to admit though that the spanking provoked feelings in places other than her bum. And when he told her she could expect to be spanked whenever she misbehaved she experienced butterflies in her tummy. This was definitely a conundrum and she had to talk to somebody about it, but how was she going to do that. She would have to admit that she had been spanked and could expect to be spanked in the future and she wasn’t sure she could admit that to anyone. She turned on her computer and put “spanking” in the search line. She couldn’t believe how many websites dealt with this very topic. Apparently, it was much more common than she thought. She chose something about domestic discipline and started reading and the next thing she knew it was 2:30 am. She shut down the laptop and went to bed. She tossed and turned and finally drifted off to sleep.

In the morning she found herself thinking about what Jared had said about disrespecting her mother. He had mentioned that she also was disrespectful with him. Maybe he was right; she did need an attitude adjustment. Many of the websites talked about relationship rules and the most common were the four D’s (disrespect, disobedience, dangerous, dishonesty). They were really just common sense items and if she followed those simple rules she wouldn’t have to worry about being spanked.

When Jared called he asked how she was feeling and did her bottom hurt. She giggled and said that yes it still smarted but she felt she had it coming. She then told him about her late night computer search and how she decided that perhaps it would be beneficial to their relationship that she was going to be held accountable for her bad behavior. She admitted that there were times in her previous marriage when she was just hateful to her husband and it created a lot of anger and resentment. “Well,”” Jared said, “be assured that behavior will not be allowed. Anytime I feel that you have stepped over the line you will be across my knee in a heartbeat and once we are married it will be bare bottom every time.”

There were those little butterflies again. Maybe spanking wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

EPILOGUE

Jenna woke up this morning and while she was just laying in bed, Jared came over and gave her a kiss and a playful slap on her sleepy butt reminding her that she some decisions she had to make today and she best get up and get started. So much had happened in the past year that Jenna had trouble remembering that last Christmas she was still a single mom. Now, this year she was married to a wonderful man and pregnant with their child. Pretty soon they would be moving into their new house, big enough to accommodate Jared, Jenna, Nora and now the new baby. They hoped this baby would just be the first of many. They both loved children and wanted a large family.

Jenna had been the recipient of many spankings over the last year. She couldn’t believe she would have ever enjoyed being taken over someone’s knee. But those were the fun spankings. The spankings that were delivered to send a message hurt, some really hurt but all were delivered with love by the strong, gentle man she had married.

There go those butterflies in her tummy again.

~o0o~

Sunnygirl thank you so much for writing and for letting me share your work here. I hope you keep on writing. I'd like to know more about this couple. Think about it.

I realize now that some of you are really paying attention to my invitation each week for you to share a Fantasy Friday with us. This invitation is very sincere, please think about it. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

THAT was a good day!

2011-11-29T01:00:00.000-05:00

I had a great Sunday! Many, many good things happened. I’ll get to them but first the diet update. It was Thanksgiving you know… Nick and I agreed that I could weigh in on Thursday morning rather than Friday. He further told me I could avoid trouble if I was up no more than a pound with all the extra eating going on. And that what it was – I was up exactly one pound. That’s the first gain in 9 weeks and I’m not disappointed. I enjoyed the extra eating but it’s time to get back on the program and that’s the plan.

One of the great things that happened Sunday concerns Fantasy Friday. I’ve been hosting FF for just over 4 years now and each week I ask, encourage, and sometimes beg for stories. But as the years have gone by I get fewer and fewer new stories and I have to post repeats. Now that okay because there are new readers all the time, but still I love to offer new stories. And then, Sunday, I got three – count‘em THREE, brand new stories. And they are good stories! I love having the new stories to post but even better than that for me I get to talk to and get to know the writers a little. For me that’s the most fun.

And there was more fun yet to come Sunday afternoon. I got an interesting email from Nick. He got the idea somewhere that when Cassie gets in trouble maybe I should too. I emailed back that none of it was MY fault and there was no reason for me to be in trouble! Thankfully he ignored me and we had a great afternoon – cuffs, ropes, plugs, vibrators, various implements. It was a great way to celebrate getting our empty nest back. But it does make me wonder, if I’m going to get into trouble every time Cassie does will there be more stories or less? What do you think?

Caution: Thoughts ahead

2011-11-27T02:00:00.002-05:00

*I haven't been totally lazy on my vacation, there is a new story at Cassie's.*

I think having our nest full tends to make me horny. I’m not sure it’s just that, obviously with Mollie being home there is little chance for fun and games, but there are other reasons. I mean it’s not like we’re all over each other every minute when she is away. I know lack of privacy does tend to make me think about spanking and sex more, but it’s also that I’ve had time to write and day dream some while being off work. I think that is the biggest key.

I used to go for long spells where sex and the idea of spanking just didn’t do anything for me. Now when it was all in my head, before I came out, these ‘spells’ could last, sadly, for years. Now I’d say it goes in cycles. And I know it is affected by my time writing and day dreaming. Fantasying really feeds my libido. When I go too long without daydreaming I begin to get a ‘who cares, I’m not interested anymore’ attitude. Since we don’t do discipline or even spank regularly I have to use my imagination to keep it all alive. Its funny isn’t it. Some husbands need to come home with candy, flowers, maybe even jewelry to make their wives happy. Nick could stop and pick up a paint stick and I’d melt like butter.

When I spend time fantasying now I’m enjoying darker fantasies, maybe more towards BDSM, but not really. Its fantasies I don’t really share with Nick because I don’t want them all to happen in real life. I no longer worry about him spanking me for not doing laundry or staying up late, that’s not going to happen on a regular basis. I think now I would just like him to give me a long afternoon sometimes (and I could tell him when I need it) where he kinda follows some suggestions I’d be happy to email him. I think I want him to just let my dark fantasies play out in my head. Role play will never be one of Nick’s strong suits or mine either, but I know we could make this work. And I know it would do me a lot of good.

I have a friend who has written two really good Fantasy Fridays – they really pushed all my buttons but then she stopped, right in the middle of a story I might add! I contacted her recently and she say she wants to write more but she says it embarrasses her. She’s a little shut down too and lets out much of what she wants in her stories rather than real life. I know how she feels. So she and I are working together on the next part of the story. Her premise is right up my alley so we’ll see what comes of it. It’s her story to tell; I’m just making suggestions and trying to push her to write. Cross your fingers. I think helping her with this has gotten me fantasying big time. I think Mollie needs to head back to school and I need another week off!

Fantasy Friday, A Thanksgiving Tale

2011-11-25T00:05:00.001-05:00

I hope everyone that celebrates Thanksgiving had a wonderful one. Mine was great and now to cap the weekend we have a brand new Fantasy Friday! Today’s story was sent by Sunnygirl over at Aimless Ramblings. She actually read the invitation I put and the end of each story and was kind enough to send a story! It is a great story and very timely. Please enjoy…

A Thanksgiving Tale

Margo and Jim were going to his sister Pat’s for Thanksgiving. With his sister it is never so much an invitation but rather an edict. It was always a hassle because of the drive and the kids never liked going to Aunt Pat’s because “there was nothing to do” there. Margo really didn’t want to go. She had asked Jim to consider asking his sister and her husband Jack to join them at their house so their boys, Brian and Bret, would be more comfortable. Pat was ten years older than Jim and her children were adults. It would be even worse this year because their son, Jack Jr. was in the Coast Guard and would be out at sea and their daughter Emily was going to her husband’s family. So it would just be Pat and Jack and Margo, Jim and the boys Jim thought it was a good idea if Margo could get Pat to agree to it. He had his doubts. He was right – there was no way Pat wanted to leave her home for Thanksgiving. She had been doing Thanksgiving Dinner for twenty years and wasn’t going to stop now.

So off they went to Pat and Jack’s. It was a long ride and the boys were getting antsy in the back seat. Even with their games they were doing what siblings do – arguing. Margo was starting to get a headache and they weren’t even halfway there. She started complaining to Jim that this wasn’t going to be a good day. Jim was getting tired of dealing with Margo’s complaints, listening to the kids bicker and putting up with heavy traffic. He was losing his patience. By the time they got to his sisters in Silver Lake, everybody was on edge.

Dinner was to be at 3:00 which meant they had two hours to wait before dinner. The TV was on to the football game and the guys were engrossed. Brian and Bret were outside playing with the dog and beginning to get hungry. They kept asking when dinner was going to be ready. Margo had finally had it and scolded the boys. Jim overheard and guided the boys out of the room. He reminded Margo that she was the adult and the boys were just hungry. She snapped that they wouldn’t be in this situation if they had just stayed home. Pat overheard their argument and started to cry. Now Jim was really upset. He tried to cajole Pat and appease his wife. Margo was in no mood to be appeased and continued to state her displeasure. Jim whispered in her ear that if she didn’t stop right then she would be sorry when they got home. Margo got the sobering message loud and clear and her hand absent mindedly went to her rear.

They had just sat down to dinner when the boys started arguing about whose turn it was to say grace. Margo had had it. All she could think of was that she had to get out of there. She jumped up from the table upsetting her glass. Cranberry juice was everywhere. Sue and Jack started to mop up the juice and the boys just shrugged their shoulders happy that they weren’t the ones to spill the juice. Meanwhile, Margo grabbed her purse and headed for the front door. After offering to help with the clean up, Jim followed right behind her. He grabbed her by the elbow and asked her to return to the dining room. She refused. By this time Jim was really upset – he was in his sister’s house and this was not the time to argue with his wife. He took her behind their car and gave her three hard swats to the seat of her pants and told her to stay out there until she could apologize and behave herself. They would continue this discussion later when they got home.

Jim came in and explained that Margo would be in shortly and they should begin to eat dinner. Eventually, a subdued Margo joined them and apologized for causing the mishap. The rest of the dinner went smoothly. After coffee and dessert, Margo and Sue started putting away the leftovers and getting the dishes done. After a while, Jim suggested they get on the road. Now Margo was the one that was trying to prolong their departure - she knew what was awaiting her once she got home.

The drive home was much quieter than the drive to Silver Lake. The boys fell asleep in the back and Margo tried chattering away to ease some of the tension between her and Jim. When they arrived home, Margo tucked the boys into bed. Jim told her he would be up to kiss them goodnight and she should just go into their bedroom to wait for him. Jim took his time entering the bedroom. He knew Margo would be nervous and the longer he waited the more time she would have to think over her behavior and dread what was coming. When he entered the room he sat down at the end of the bed and asked Margo to join him. He started lecturing her about her misbehavior. He placed her over his knee, pulled down her panties and proceeded to spank her bottom hard, no warm-up tonight. Margo started to whimper and wiggle around. Jim was having none of it and anchored her legs and began spanking her in earnest - left cheek, right cheek, middle, then concentrated on her sit spots. She was now sobbing loudly. She kept repeating how sorry she was and to please stop spanking her. After five more swats to each thigh he stopped and brought her up on his lap. He held her and told her how much he loved her and that he was sorry that she didn’t have a very good Thanksgiving. She apologized for ruining their Thanksgiving and said that next year she was going to make sure the turkey was the only thing that was going to be roasted.

~o0o~

I told you it was a good one! Sunnygirl I do thank you for sharing with us. I hope you’ll go by Aimless Rambling and read more of what she has to say. And once again, please, please think of sharing a story with us. I know every spanko has a story – I mean we had to fantasize or we would never have realized/admitted to ourselves that we are spankos. So just write that fantasy down and send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thoughts for Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T02:00:00.000-05:00

Years ago, on a Thanksgiving morning, I was rushing around the house when Charley Gibson on Good Morning America began reading a prayer by Ina Hughes. I stopped for a minute to listen. The words he read pierced me and I've never forgotten them. It's probably been 15 years and I still think of this prayer often. I thought I'd share it with you this Thanksgiving.

"We Pray for Children"

We pray for children
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.

And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can't bound down the street in new sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the cat and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who don't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
Whose monsters are real.

We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the car pool,
Who squirm in church and scream on the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.

And we pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who are never spoiled by anyone,
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.

We pray for children
Who want to be carried
And for those who must,
For those we never give up on
And for those who never get a second chance,
For those we smother.
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind
enough to offer it.

We pray for children. Amen.

The best feeling ever

2011-11-22T01:00:00.001-05:00

First a diet update. I told you last week that I lost 2.2 pounds. I hadn’t really believed it that morning. I actually had Nick come in to see the scales. I got off and shook them, got on and off a couple of times and it still read the same, down 2.2 for the week. That was Friday morning. By Sunday evening it was all back. Negative thought began creeping in, “You should never have told them. Now they’ll know you blew it. Blah, Blah, Blah…” But taking all the advice and support you have all sent I didn’t give in and feel like a failure. I just kept with the program and tried to stay with my WW points, and exercise. By mid week it wasn’t looking too good. I still hung on, drank lots of water and prayed.

This past Friday I crawled on the scales, (drum roll, please) down .2 pounds!! Clearly not a ton but I lost! I think just not gaining would have been enough but this felt good. Weekends are really hard for me. For one thing we eat at Nick’s moms. Paula Dean has nothing on my little MIL. Yesterday this 87 year-old, cooked for the usual, about the 16 of us. We had smoked pork, chicken and dumplings (my very favorite), mashed potatoes, green beans, Crowder peas, corn, mac and cheese, cooked apples, homemade biscuits, yeast rolls, black berry cobbler, lemon cake and coconut pie with ice cream. What am I supposed to do? I’ve been able to not go crazy or I wouldn’t have lost for the past 9 weeks straight but it’s tough sometimes.

Tomorrow my grade level is bringing food for the staff Thanksgiving celebration. The 7th grade did this for Halloween and I didn’t even go in the room where it was all spread out. But I have to help tomorrow. I’ve made a blueberry angel food cake. Mollie has wanted to try some receipts she’s found on Pinterest so she made me 3 loaves of banana/cream cheese bread and then some pumpkin/cream cheese truffles dipped in white chocolate. So… We ate out with friends Saturday night, lunch at MIL's Sunday, Mollie cooked a Sunday night supper (I usually skip Sunday supper), enough food at school to send an elephant into a coma and then back to my MIL’s for Thanksgiving dinner Thursday night before heading back for regular Sunday lunch next week. And I think I just gain 3 pounds typing all this.

Some of you may have looked at the title and now think that losing is the best feeling ever – nope. Not even close, I’m getting to that. Back when I first came out to Nick I was so happy and excited about the change in my feelings that I had to do something concrete to celebrate – to acknowledge the change. I did two things immediately – I began letting my hair grow out of the tight curly perm I’d had for over 20 years and kept it straight (Nick and the kids told me it was a wonderful improvement) and the second thing I did was begin sleeping in the nude. I realize for those of you with little kids at home this wouldn’t be practical, but I have to tell you I love it!!

The best feeling - the very best feeling in the world is crawling into bed with Nick. I’m usually very cold (we turn our heat down at night). My side of the bed is downright icy, but as I slip in Nick turns and envelops me in his warm arms and pulls me to him. He’ll cup my breast, then rub my butt as I press against him for warmth. It’s bliss. To lay there in his arms, so loved, so protected, this has to be a little preview of heaven itself. It’s the best feeling ever.

Versatile Blogger Award

2011-11-20T01:00:00.003-05:00

Both Mikki over at We're Making up for Lost Time and Composing Us gave me the Versatile Blogger Award. I thank them both kindly. I appreciate thought and the award very much. I have enjoyed reading the seven things about many of my friends, but actually they have given me a very difficult task. You know I’ve been blogging for 5 ½ years now. There’s really not much left to tell unless you want my address and bra size! LOL! But I guess there are new readers checking in all the time so maybe some of this will be new to them.

Here were the rules:

Thank the award giver and link back to them on your post.
Share 7 things about yourself.
Pass this award along to 15 blogs you enjoy reading.
Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award.

1. I love getting older! My 50’s (I’m half way through now) have been wonderful. I’ve opened myself up so much more to my husband so we’re closer. I’m to the point of my career where it’s going to take more paper work to fire me than to leave me alone, so mostly they leave me alone. And I have the joy of an empty nest, together with the knowledge that my children turned out well. They each have goals for their lives and are working to achieve them. They are happy and healthy and looking to their futures. Can’t ask for much more than that.

2. I am a firm believer in reincarnation. I was born with this belief and I remember being about 4 and asking my Dad if I could come back as a boy the next time. Dad didn’t believe in reincarnation at that time but he had read much about it and had an open mind. His answer was, “You’ll have to ask God about that.” I still believe, but I DON’T what to come back as a boy!

3. I LOVE spanking pictures, but only males spanking females. Women as spankers don’t do a thing for me.

4. My goal, my fantasy, my dream is to be able to publish Cassie’s stories as a series of books. The first one is all done and ready. A publisher is very interested but the wheels grind slowly.

5. This blog has brought into my life amazing happiness and joy and also gripping sadness and depression. Even with that traumatic experience I am inordinately happy that I found this community and became a part of it.

6. I communicate a thousand times better through the key board than I can in real life conversations. I hate face to face confrontations and used to go to any length to avoid them. I’m better than I was, but I would still prefer to write my thoughts.

7. I love being home!! My favorite day is one were I don’t leave the house for anything. I can write, read blogs, watch TV, listen to music, nap – anything I want. I think I would make a good hermit as long as I had an internet connection.

There you have it. I hope some of this is new to someone. Many of my favorite blogs have received this nod so I will do as Faerie did ask all who are willing to participate to consider yourself nominated or awarded or whatever! Let’s go with those seven things.

Fantasy Friday, A Painful Lesson

2011-11-18T00:05:00.004-05:00

Happy Friday. It’s cold here but with Thanksgiving around the corner I guess that’s to be expected. I’m holding my breath for the weigh in later this morning. I was so proud of losing 2 pounds last week but it seems over the weekend I put it right back on. I’ve worked this week because Nick says that maintaining will be fine going, but back up isn’t. I hope he sticks with that because I should be able to at least maintain and I don’t want to gain one ounce back.

Today we have a brand new story today from one of our favorite bloggers – Kiwigirliegirl! Some of this is based on real life with a little extra to really spice it up. It’s a great story to warm us up on a day like this. There is another little surprise today. I’ll tell you at the end.

Please enjoy…

A Painful Lesson

She couldn’t believe how much trouble she was in.

Sitting there in her room, on her bed, crossed legged, her chin resting in her cupped hands, she sighed deeply as she thought about her predicament. The big double bed, which only the morning before was the scene of their love and happiness and ecstasy. She glanced out of the window and thought that the weather was an exact reflection of her mood. Dark and somber clouds moved quickly across the skies as the wind picked up its pace and rattled through the trees that tapped and scraped across the window, dark; cold and foreboding.

Henry had never been so angry at her. She trembled as she remembered how yesterday afternoon he had rang her livid that his credit card had been declined. He couldn’t understand what was wrong with it. But she did. She had failed to make some payments for no other reason but distraction, forgetfulness and laziness. And now it had been frozen. She had the letter at her office and had not shown it to him thinking she could get it sorted before he found out – but she didn’t sort it out. Not in time anyway. She had fobbed him off on the telephone saying she had no idea what was going on and that she would find out. But she knew that when she got home from work she would have to admit the truth to him.

She shuddered as she remembered the cold hard angry glint in his steel blue eyes. The narrowing of his mouth and the twitch in his jaw line as the muscles in his face worked hard to keep his mouth closed as she sat next to him on the couch and told him the truth. That she had forgotten to make some payments and it had been frozen. He leaned forward his elbows on his knees shaking his head into his hands.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was today?” He growled. “I spanked your ass not so long ago over this card, it was not even meant to be used and then I found out you had almost maxed it out – not funny darling not funny at all – we were keeping it for our holiday and you used it, without my permission, maxed it out, didn’t tell me – which is basically lying to me. Did you not learn from that spanking?

“Well, I tried to fix it babe…and didn’t you have your other card with you?” she said trying to sound light and not too serious…trying to lighten the mood. That was a big mistake.

“Obviously not hard enough and that’s beside the point. It should never have come to this in the first place. You ran it up in the first place and then you have the nerve to tell me you forgot merely forgot to make payments. How irresponsible of you? If you think you are responsible enough to have a credit card lady you then you are responsible for the consequences. You obviously didn’t take me seriously last time I spanked you over this issue. You deserve a severe beating for this, you realize don’t you?”

She must have tutted under her breath. He swung around quick as a flash and slapped her across the face. Not hard but it stung and tears immediately filled her eyes. She hung her head.

“Don’t you dare tutt at me madam.”

“I’m so s s sorry” she stuttered, trying hard to swallow the lump in her throat.

“Sorry is not good enough lady. I’m so mad at you right now that I can barely look at you. I need to calm down before we take this conversation anywhere else. You can go to bed. Right now”.

“And I don’t care what the time is.” He added as he saw her glance up at the clock and gasped the early time. She was not expecting this.

“That’s the first part of your punishment” he continued. “And tomorrow is Saturday you can stay in your room all day. I have damage control to see to tomorrow, but you will remain in your room, grounded. Spend some time to think about your actions and your attitude – then we will change it for you. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT”

She remembered practically jumping off the couch and almost running to the bedroom, flinging herself down on the bed she sobbed. She fell asleep eventually and when she awoke she was alone but was covered up under the blanket. The pillow next to her had an imprint of his head in it so at least he had shared their bed last night. She was relieved at that.

She got up and saw the note next to her. It read.

“I meant what I said last night. You are grounded today. You WILL remain in the house. I cannot make you stay in the bedroom but you WILL not leave the house. I have disabled the TV and the telephone. I have taken your keys to the car. You will spend this time thinking about your attitude, your behaviour. I will be home soon so don’t even think about going anywhere. You have your mobile. But you cannot make any calls. I will text you with instructions. Think about what you have done, how it affects us and how you are going to change and what you are going to do to change this attitude. And think about this, think about what I have planned to help you change your attitude.”

She shuddered as she re-read the note. Even his words held that tone of authority in them.

The house was eerily quiet with no TV or computer or phone. She had lost all her appetite and so after she had showered and gotten dressed she sat on her bed, she wandered around the house, moved things here and there, went back to sit on her bed to contemplate her fate.

The last time he had spanked her for the credit card, yes he was mad but nothing like this. It was Sunday morning and they had been in bed, it had come out the day before that the card they were keeping for a short holiday had been used by her, she was kneeling on the bed talking to him about it, and he suddenly took her across his knee and walloped her with his belt for it. It was the first time he had spanked her since she had brought this idea of discipline into their marriage to him. It hadn’t been a severe spanking, but enough to hurt, enough to have taught her a lesson – or so she thought. So he had thought.

As she sat crossed legged watching the sad cold dark weather outside, in the quiet of the house, her cell phone beeped a message at her. She jumped a foot. She hesitated, she knew who it was, Henry, with instructions for her.

She hesitated, her hand hovering over the phone as she sat cross legged on the bed. She picked it up and flicked it open to read. She read it slowly the butterflies dancing their nervous little fluttery dance in her stomach. Henry was determined to teach her a lesson, one that she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Goose-pimples pricked her skin and a sickly nervousness landed in the pit of her stomach. She was to make the bed and lay pillows in the middle. She was to prepare his implement and lay them out on the bed in order of priority, the cane, the paddle, the studded strap and then his leather slipper. She was then to strip naked and stand in the corner of their room hair tied up out of the way. She was stand there, with her hands on her head, nose to the wall and think about her actions and come up with a valid reason as to why he shouldn’t punish her for this. He would be home shortly. Disobey at her peril.

She didn’t dare disobey as much as she wanted to pull and push against this. Spanking was one thing but being treated like a naughty girl was another. She was a grown up. What was she thinking she thought to herself as she laid out the implements one by one. As she undressed and folder her clothes up on her dresser and stood naked in the corner of their room, nose pressed to the wall, hair up in a high pony tail, hands on her head.

As she stood there completely bare she felt exposed and vulnerable. She started to feel a little angry at Henry for putting her through this. She was a grown woman for goodness sake. But she slowly started to think about what she had done, there was no excuse it had been selfish to start off with to use the credit card anyway, she was irresponsible for not paying the bills, no excuse, she could afford it, she just didn’t bother. She was lazy and selfish and didn’t think and put her family under stress that they didn’t have to feel. She began to feel embarrassed and disgraced, she felt humiliated and she did feel like a naughty girl. She had let her family down, she had let Henry down she had let herself down. She felt the anger slip away from her, her stance softened against the wall her defiance quietly leaving her body. She really couldn’t think of any good reason why she shouldn’t be punished for her actions. She deserved it.

“Yes, I thought as much” Henry said softly as he watched her body language change from the doorway. “I thought you might come to realize you are wrong and that you shouldn’t be angry at this" She had been so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear him come home and she jumped and spun around at the sound of his voice.

“Did I say move?” he asked her sternly

“No” she muttered and turned back around.

“NO what?” he demanded.

“No Sir” she whispered.

“That’s better. Now, you can talk to me, but stay facing the wall young lady. Could you come up with any good reason why I should not punish you severely for your actions yesterday?” He demanded.

“No sir, except that I’m really sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“I know it won’t young lady. But I don’t think you are truly sorry just yet. Standing in the corner naked is hardly punishment if a spanking last time didn’t teach you, this will, will it?”

She shook her head.

“OK. Come here” he said sternly.

She slowly turned around and walked the very short distance to him. He took hold of her chin in his hand and lifted her face so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

“I’ve calmed down since last night. I’m not angry anymore. But I will still punish you. It’s not easy for me. I know this is going to hurt but you need to learn. Learn to be responsible which in turns teaches you to be responsible for the consequences of your actions. Now bend over.”

He gently took hold of her wrist and bent her over his knee as he sat on the end of their bed. He placed one hand on her back and raised his legs slightly so that her hips and bottom were raised. He stared smacking straight away.

SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Six quick smacks hard and fast on her bare bottom making it pink very quickly. She was breathing heavily by the last one.

“Why are we here?” he asked her.

“Because” was all she managed to say.

SMACK SMACK SMACK his hand came down harder.

“Ow” she yelped wriggling. He pressed harder into her back and cocked his leg across her thighs.

“We will try again shall we – and address me correctly. Why are we here, why are you here in this position”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Owww, because I can’t be responsible…Sir” she gulped, tears springing to her eyes.

“That’s right and it’s my job to teach you”

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Y y yes s sir” she stammered.

He spanked her hard and fast then her bottom burning at his hand. His hand was getting sore too but he continued.

“I won’t tolerate such behaviour any more baby. It’s not good, you need to learn. It’s my job to teach and if this is the way you want to learn so be it.”

“I I’m s s s sorry” she managed to sob out as the spanks rained down on her bottom.

“I know you are. But not sorry enough” He replied and stopped “now get up” he helped her off his lap. He moved her towards the bed.

"get on the bed and bend over the pillows" he instructed. She hesitated looking at the implements trying to catch her breath, tears spilling down her face.

"NOW" he demanded sternly.

With that tone she got quickly onto the bed and lowered herself over the pillows and waited. Henry picked up the cane first and tapped it against her bottom. She flinched and gripped the blanket in front of her. "Stay in position and this will be over before you know it baby, move and I will add more to your punishment."

"Do you understand?"

She hesitated to answer and suddenly she heard the cane whip through the air and she heard it make contact with her skin before she felt the bite.

"Owwwwwww. Yes sir" she wailed.

"Good" he said tapping the cane against her bottom watching the red welt appear across her cheeks.

She gripped the blanket tighter and steadied her legs as she prepared herself for the upcoming onslaught of the whippy cane against her skin.

He started, raising the cane above his head and whipping it down hard on her bottom
whoosh crack three times hard and fast across her bottom. She howled and wriggled.

"Stay in place" he warned.

Another three came down hard

woosh
crack
woosh
crack
woosh
crack

She lay sobbing her bottom and thighs burning.

"Are you going to be more responsible young lady" he asked her rubbing her bottom with his hand. She flinched slightly at his touch, the welts rising up and burning. She nodded and muffled a yes into the blanket.

He laid the cane down - much to her relief.

"This is not over yet baby. I know it hurts but you have to be taught a lesson - and that’s my job. You were so completely irresponsible, I trusted you with that credit card to make the damn payments and you didn’t. You let me down, you caused me completed embarrassment and I am so disappointed in you. Do you think this is a game? Huh?"

"N no s sir" she sobbed "I i m s sorry. I’ll do better, I promise" she hiccupped, sobbing.

"I know you will baby, but just to make sure..." he said more gently now picking up the wooden paddle. She spun on her side "Nooooooo sir please" she begged.

"Turn around and lay back down. NOW" he growled at her.

"I have to make sure you know that I mean business. That I am serious, woman. This is not a game and you NEED to learn to be responsible. To behave. To follow the rules I set for you to make this family better, to make US better. Now turn around."

She did as she was told, all her fight gone, exhausted and sore she gripped the blanket once more and waited for the thud of the paddle stinging and hard on her already sore and welted bottom.
She hated the credit card with a vengeance now. She would be happy if she never saw it again she thought to herself as she gripped on for dear life as the paddle smacked down on her bottom.

THWACK
THWACK
THUD
THWACK
THUD
THWACK

And then it was over. She lay there spent, crying and hiccupping and sobbing. Her bottom and thighs were burning.

"You did good baby you did good" he said gently as he pulled her into his strong arms and cradled her head into his chest.

He sat there rocking and stroking her hair as her crying slowly subsided.

"I’m so sorry baby" she whispered. "It won’t happen again."

He nodded kissing her softly on the top of her head.

"I know that darling. I’m sorry that I had to do that, I’m sorry you put us both in that position. But i know you have learnt a very painful lesson. Come on now, let’s go clean you up." He took her by the hand to the bathroom so that she could wash her face and dry her tears.

Once done he took her back to the bedroom and they lay on the bed snuggling and close. Her heart swelled with affection and love and respect for her husband. She slept quite soundly snuggled safe and secure in the arms of the man she adored so much. When she awoke he was still there with her and once more their bed was the scene of their love happiness and ecstasy.

~o0o~

I knew you’d like it. Kiwi you write a great story! I hope you’re working on even more. And now for the other little thing to make the story even more special, the last picture was sent to me by a reader. She and her spanker do a little photography too. I appreciate her willingness to share. So thank you to both my friends for the story and the picture. If anyone else is writing a story I’d love a chance to post it, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Invasion coming

2011-11-16T01:00:00.000-05:00

Our empty nest is being invaded. Mollie has three days off next week. But all her teachers cancelled classes on Tuesday too, and then all but one cancelled for Monday. Sooo… since she hasn’t missed any classes so far this semester she wants to come home on Friday. WHAT! Someone else living here for 10 days!! You know I’m mostly kidding, I do love my baby! But she has been home several weekends lately. One weekend was a party, the next she had a couple of babysitting jobs. I wouldn’t mind a weekend with just Nick.

Last weekend while Mollie was working Nick offered me an afternoon for play and reward. And I turned him down. I felt bad about that. Guilty. In the old days, I would have just said yes. But I wouldn’t have been a real participant. I was so busy hiding my hiding my true self from Nick that I wasn’t much of a wife to him. Now when I am out of it like I feel this week I don’t want to give him less than my best. I hate this blank feeling. I’m okay. I’m already feeling better, but I still feel blah, not interested in spanking, not interested in sex, not interested in even doing much reading and writing. Not interested and not interesting. Blah, blah, blah…

But at the same time I’m not feeling bad, not depressed, not mad, not sad… I’ll be perking up soon. I get three days off next week too. If Mollie can help me do some cleaning this weekend maybe I can spend some time writing Wednesday. Writing, when I really have time to into it to it, is one sure thing to make me feel better. Here’s hoping!

Is this real?

2011-11-13T01:00:00.001-05:00

I have to admit I’m surprising myself. This whole weight thing has been a surprise this time around. I lost 2.2 pounds this past week. That’s a total of 10 pounds in 8 weeks. I’m a little bewildered, very happy, and a little worried. I don’t want to mess up.

So far so good, so let me tell you what I’ve been doing. You know I joined Weight Watchers on line, I haven’t read everything on the site by a long shot, but I do use it to keep track of what I eat. I follow the points I’m allowed each day. It works well for me because I can eat anything I like as long as I stay in my point range. Most fruits and vegetables are free, so apples and bananas can make a good snack. Not always exactly what I want, but it works. I think my biggest single help has been coffee. I was not a coffee drinker until this past Christmas. I began using a Keurig. I fix the coffee to suit myself – as my sister has often commented, referring to my coffee, “No coffee beans were harmed in the making of this cup.” Not quite true, but close. I use a caramel vanilla cream coffee, some raspberry and vanilla flavoring, along with a vanilla creamer. All this flavoring and creamer are sugar free. (But yeah, I know WAY too much vanilla in my life!) When I’m really hungry coffee seems like a treat, a little break. You can’t drink it fast when it’s hot, so I have to slow down and relax a bit. It seems to fill me up. When I get a soft drink, I’m used to having a snack with it. I don’t like to eat anything when I’m drinking something hot. Anyway it helps me.

Sorry that this was just a weight report. Nick offered me a reward but this just wasn’t the weekend for it. I’ve been kinda out of it. No problems, just not really feeling like myself. Nick’s a great guy. I hope he’ll let me take a rain check.

FYI – brand new Fantasy Friday this coming Friday.

Fantasy Friday, The New House - part 2,II

2011-11-11T00:05:00.002-05:00

I think Love Our Lurkers Day was great yesterday. I really appreciate everyone who came by and left a comment. And I still want to welcome those who couldn't quite get up the nerve to leave a comment yet but still came by to read. No matter what, you are welcomed.

Another Friday! I've gotten through nearly a week without daylight savings time. I always hate when it goes away. For me I don't need light in the early morning - I'm just going to work. I like my daylight in the evening so I can do something with it, or at least not feel it's so late.

After our brand new Fantasy Friday last we we are returning to Catie's wonderful story about their new house. If you missed the first part you can find it here. For now enjoy part 2 of...

The New House
Part 2

Liam woke not knowing where he was for a second, and then last night came back to him. They had moved into their new house, and Jade had shown him the surprise room she had added to the plans under the house. He knew she was building one, since she asked if she could. She had asked to keep the details to herself, so it would be a surprise for him. He had let her have free rein, and was expecting a small room off their bedroom about the size of a closet. This basement room had surpassed any of his expectation. He was very pleased with what he had seen so far.

The room was warm, clean, uncluttered and new. She had special lights put in so it did not seem dark and dank. It was very inviting and pleasant. As he lay in bed, he looked up and noticed there were three large eye bolts attached to the ceiling. He chuckled to himself thinking she has tried to think of everything that I might want in a playroom.

After he had given Jade her first of many long strapping’s over the new spanking horse she had bought for him, he had pushed the horse back into the closet and unfolded the retractable bed. When the bed touched the floor, two of the legs locked into U bolts that were reseated into the floor. He notices now that the U bolts were directly below the eye bolts in the ceiling. He immediately felt himself become aroused when he thought of Jade standing spread eagle where the bed was now, with her arms tied to the ceiling and ankles attached to the U bolts in the floor. He would have free access to her whole body. He thought how he would proceed in this situation. First the little tiny flogger, he would use that on her breasts and nipples until they started to stand out for him. Clamps then came to mind. Next he would lightly flog her pussy, making her squirm. He would then use the Martinet whip. He would use this on her bottom with some vigor, and then lightly on her pussy and breasts. Then he thought of the crop, yes the crop. Lightly tapping her nipples and hooded area with the leather tip, and then flicking those areas with the tip. Clamps would have to be put on those hard nipples. These thoughts were making him want to wake Jade up and start playing again, but she had been through a long session last night and might need to wait at least until tonight before spanking her again.

He got up and went to look in the drawer beneath the built in cabinets with all the spanking toys. He found ropes and all the leather harnesses placed in order in them. He smiled again, yes; she had thought of everything that a playroom would need. He was very pleased with what she had created down here. It would be well worth having to use the stairs to get to the playroom.

He realized there was a door on the same wall as the TV. It had to lead to a bathroom; surely she would not have left that out of the plans. He walked across the room and opened the door. It revealed a large beautiful bathroom all in natural tones. There were two separate sinks, a very large tub, and a huge walk in shower. He noticed that on the shower wall were several sets of handles on the wall. Jade must be planning spanking and sex in there too.

He walked into the closet at the back of the bathroom. It was full all different kinds of outfits. School girl, nurse, maid, secretary, and any theme you could think of. Again his mind was going to all the possibilities that this playroom offered them.

As he was walking out of the closet, Jade was walking into the bathroom. She could see that he was pleased with the way the playroom had turned out, that made her feel great. She had worked hard getting it ready and so wanted him to love it. She walked over to him and kissed him good morning. He inspected her bottom hoping he would be able to use it again tonight, this time for pleasure not for punishment.

He asked if there was anything else he needed to see. She took him by the hand and lead him back to the bar end of the room. There was another cabinet on the other side of the bed. She looked as if she was embarrassed. He wondered what could be behind those doors. He reached out and opened it and just saw a large white board that looked like a large calendar. He gave her a questioning look as if to say why does this embarrass you? She told him that she was thinking that he might have her record any punishments she received during the month. If she received too many, he would then punish her for not being a good girl for that month. It would hold her accountable for her actions and be a reminder if she was having a good or bad month.

Liam told her he thought that would be a very good idea. She needed to see how often she needs correction. He hand her the marker and tells her to write down last night and be sure to include the reason for the punishment. He also told her he would like her to get a folder and write the details of the punishment and why she was receiving correction for his inspection. This way he would know if she understood fully why she was being spanked. He could tell by her expression that she was not expecting that. He smiled to himself and thought; good keep her on her toes.

Liam then announced that if she received five punishments in one month, he would have to punish her again on the last day of the month. He would use the small paddle and he would give her ten hard swats for those five infractions. If she had more than five, she would receive five more swats for each extra infraction. This made her shutter. She knew all too well how bad that small wood paddle hurt. She would have to make sure not to get five punishment spankings.

Then she had a horrible thought. She was due to receive a discipline spanking every Friday for the next five weeks. That means if she was naughty just once the rest of this month she would have already earned an extra punishment session at the end of the month. As if Liam could read her mind, he said, “Put down your scheduled spankings you have already earned. You better be a very good girl this month.”

Jade hugged him and said she always tries to be. He hugged her back and kisses her. He told her, “I am very pleased with our new playroom. We will be spending a lot of time down here.”

~~o0o~~

Maybe I shouldn't be asking for a new kitchen. Maybe I could get my way more if I was planning something like this! Thanks Catie for another story and yes there is even more. Come back for part three next week.

As always, if anyone else has a story they are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

If you don't talk to me I could get a complex

2011-11-10T09:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Love our Lurkers day to all! I'm happy to say I've been here for all six. What can I quickly say that everyone else hasn’t already said? I see you out there looking a little panicked and overwhelmed. I mean there you are quietly tucked away in your home reading a few blog anonymously and suddenly,

BAM!

Everyone is trying to drag you out of your comfort zone and trying to get you to start commenting. Come on now, don’t hide, yes, we’re talking to you!

I didn’t comment at first because I was really uncertain about this form of communication and I was worried about someone finding out who I was and ‘outting me’. If that is a fear, please – don’t worry. More than anywhere else in my life I know that here we are all in this together. You have an interest in spanking or you wouldn’t be here. If you’re like most of us it is a really big secret in your life. Here you can talk about that desire, ask question, compare experiences and you can be sure you’re talking to friends.

No one’s going back to read the beginning of a 5 year old blog so here’s a brief introduction. I’m in my mid-50’s. I’ve been married for 28 years to my wonderful Nick. I have two kids – LJ is 23 and lives in New York City (how that little southern country boy got there I’ll never know). LJ is gay and lives with his boyfriend, they have been together for more than 6 years and they are two of the finest men I know. Mollie is my daughter, 19, and a freshman in college studying to be a teacher (that’s as crazy as wanting to live in NY.) I say that because I am a teacher and I know. I also teach my Sunday school class once a month, we eat lunch at Nick’s parents with his brothers and sisters and family every Sunday. I’m a lousy housekeeper, worse cook and spend way too much time blogging. In other words - I’m NORMAL! Oh and there’s one more thing – I love to be spanked, both for fun and for discipline (although Nick rarely disciplines, guess I’m too prefect!)

Spanking fiction is another true love of mine. I love hosting Fantasy Friday. Each week I ask my readers to think about writing a piece of spanking fiction and sharing it with us. I won’t even ask that today – I’d be happy with just one little comment. I do like to talk to new people. Feel free to ask any questions you may have, and if you feel more comfortable emailing I would love to hear from you at elisspeaks@yahoo.com And of course there is the real writer in the family – my alter ego, Cassie. If you haven’t ever been to Cassie’s Space please go read a story or two and let her know what you think.

One last thing then I’ll promise to hush. If you leave me a comment I WILL answer it. What you have to say is important to me. I’m here for the back and forth and getting to know people. If you are taking the time to read what I’ve written and then taken the time to comment to me, I’ll answer you in the comments. That’s a promise. Dear Lurkers, and all my readers, I hope that this is a special day for you. We’re thinking of you.

Nick, you should have taken me up on it.

2011-11-07T04:00:00.001-05:00

There is a strong submissive part of me hidden away. I’m the only one that really knows about it or how deep it runs. As a girl-child of the 60’s and 70’s – the true time of the women’s lib movement I knew enough, as I grew up, to hide that submissive side and hide it well. Women had to be independent and take care of themselves. No man was going to ever tell us what to do! Of course underneath all this I was a closet spanko with a deep desire to submit, to be dominated, to be controlled, to be protected, and to be loved. I knew this, but I saw it as a flaw in my character and a deep, dark, shameful secret to keep.

I became that independent woman society told me to become. I went to college, got a job, and supported myself well. I dated a little but never lost myself in a man. I eventually bought my own home, I didn’t need any man. Then I met Nick. We laugh now at my reaction to the first time he asked me out. He had called me at work, asked me out and I accepted. Then I put my head down on the desk and said “Why did I say yes? I don’t want to go out with anybody.”

Obviously I was very wrong. We were meant for each other and we married two years later. I certainly kept my independence. I even kept my own house (just in case, I thought) for a few years. We kept our money somewhat separate. We could both write checks on either account but we just paid our own bills. He never knew how much I spent, he never asked. We were both sensible with money so it’s never been a concern. I was pretty much in charge of the kids and I liked that. We lived together in perfect harmony.

Unfortunately, I never introduced Nick to the real me. My deep dark secret was safely contained behind many, many walls. Then for a variety of reasons after 23 years of marriage and at the ripe old age of 49 I came out and told him my secret. He loved the spanking part, he really loved the change from hating sex to loving it on my part, and he was thrilled at my brand new willingness to explore that sexuality. What he wasn’t too keen on was being dominate. He too was raised during the ‘totally equal’ time.

He told me early on he didn’t want to have to ‘parent me’ he wanted an equal partner. Sigh… okay, so the submissive part of me will remain in my fiction and not in my real life. I’ve accepted that and I’m not unhappy. Nick plays around with it sometimes to please me and I appreciate it but I will never be part of our real lives.

Now to the point of this post – ha, you didn’t think it had one did you? Nick and I are coming up on a hard time in our marriage. I’ve said many times Nick and I don’t fight and I’m completely serious when I say that. WE NEVER FIGHT and rarely disagree. But there is on accepting to that nearly totally true statement and here it comes – we are about, nearly, almost, sorta ready to remodel the kitchen. It’s not the mess and inconvenience that gets to us, it’s the decisions.

Making changes in the house is the only thing that seems to make Nick mean and hateful. We’ll start off on a simple conversation about it and suddenly he’s biting my head off, he’s yelling (he says he isn’t – but he IS), and he’s hurting my feelings. Suddenly I feel once again that it’s HIS house and I should just shut up. If I push too hard he just snaps something that sounds to me like “Forget the whole damn thing. We’ll leave it this way.” It’s the only thing I don’t know how to talk to him about. I think I know why he yells and gets mean. I think he panics. He thinks I’ll talk him into something that we don’t really need and will be too expensive and biting my head off is the only way he know to make me back off. But it makes me back way off and nurse my hurt feelings. It can have an effect on our happiness.

Here is our main difference. The kitchen hasn’t been touched in 20 years. We both agree it needs to be redone. I want a lot more redone and more changes than he wants. Although keeping cost down matters to both of us it is financial possible to do everything I want, but sure it’s gonna cost more. For example (and I’m making all this up by what has been said in the past, not anything we’ve looked at for this particular project) let’s say we’re looking at new sinks. I see one that is really pretty and will give the kitchen the ‘look’ I’m going for, maybe it’s $400, but Nick sees one beside it for $300 that ‘will do’. I don’t want what ‘will do’. This is the one and only time we are going to redo this kitchen. We’ll be living with it until we die or Mollie moves us to a home. I want it to be special. It’s a tiny galley kitchen; I’m never going to have a fine new house with a gourmet kitchen. I don’t want or need one – for pity sake I don’t even cook! Something that I’m sure will be brought up in out negations. But I still want it to be special.

Now to tie the two seemingly different part of this post together, if I had come out to Nick when we were first married and he had firmly taken the reins or if he had wanted the job of HOH when I came out to him 5 years ago his wouldn’t be a problem. All final decisions would go to him. (Sorry Nick, no take backs now! And yes, I do know it wouldn’t have been that simple.) So what do we, as equal partners, do when we just disagree? I do mean all this mostly tongue-in-cheek. I know we’ll survive this and come out with a beautiful kitchen sometime in the future. But I do wish we could discuss it without him getting mad. And yes honey, you DO get mad! I want to feel he’s listening to all my dreams for this project. I feel like if I mention something other than the obvious needed changes, he’s already decided the answer’s NO before I’ve even explained what I’d like to try.

Any suggestions for surviving a kitchen renovation? Have any of you done this within the past few years? Anything you really wish you had done differently? Anything you really wish you’d done but didn’t. You’ll all probably here more of the details of what I want in the future. When I’m too nervous to tell Nick something I usually tell you guys and hope he reads it. It’s not the best way, but at least he doesn’t bite my head off as he reads - usually.

Always love the weekend

2011-11-06T01:00:00.005-04:00

Mollie was home this weekend. It’s fun having her home. We did a little shoppin

g Friday night and Saturday night she headed off to a friend’s birthday party – which was the rea l r eason she came home in the first place. Nick and I didn’t mind, it gave us a little time to party ourselves. And we did put it to good use! Nick wanted to address a few house hold issues I’ve let slip a little. But on the other had he gave me a break because he could tell I had really been working on the ‘healthy living’ project. So the spanking was a definite good girl and the after part was wonderful!

I lost 1.8 pounds last week! That felt good. I’m gonna try to keep on doing what I’m doing. I’m still not thrilled about going to the gym however. Exercise isn’t my favorite past time. But I’ve been trying to get there a couple of times a week and then play on the Wii a couple of days. I guess it’s all working together though. So I’ll keep trying.

What I really need is a week or so to spend some time writing. When I don’t get time to write my fiction (I haven’t done a Fantasy Friday in months and months) I get grumpy and out of it. For me writing fiction is a major way to feed my spanko side. And that’s the side that keeps me happy! I think it’s a shame that working for a living interferes with good writing and blogging time!

Fantasy Friday, A Stranger's Gift

2011-11-04T00:05:00.001-04:00

Finally Friday – I’ve wanted to say that all week! So glad it finally here. As promised I have a brand new Fantasy Friday story today. I always ask the writer what I can share about them and I didn’t hear back so I won’t be sharing anything here. Maybe there will be other stories in the future and I’ll be able to introduce everyone. I do know we have a very good writer. One apology – I do not seem to be able to post any pictures. I really don’t know if its blogger or our lousy home internet connection. It works occasionally but not right now. Thank goodness to story is good enough to stand alone.

Please enjoy…

A Stranger's Gift

Her friend lead her into the room, it was like the rest of the house, old, but warm and friendly. They closed the door behind them; her friend left her to stand in one of the corners, to observe. She walked across the room, past the large bed and stopped in front of one of the windows. She gazed out at the view, the formal gardens below her would normally be teeming with visitors at this time of year but the weather had kept them away and only a few hardy souls ventured out.

She continued to stare out of the window as she heard the door open and then close behind her. The sound of soft footsteps made her glance around behind her and she caught a glimpse of a woman, younger than her and slightly built. She wasn’t sure what she expected but this person did not fit her imagination. So, she thought to herself, this is really going to happen, she felt a tingle of nerves down her spine as she continued to stare out of the window at the black threatening clouds that hung over the landscape.

The young women gently held her arm and encouraged her to bend forward and place both hands onto the window seat in front of her. She looked sideways and caught a glimpse of a short piece of leather, so am I really going to do this, she thought as she looked out of the window again, noticing for the first time how the old glass distorted the view slightly. Her legs trembled and she started to adjust her position but a firm hand on the small of her back stopped her from moving. She became acutely aware for the first time of her naked breasts under her thin summer dress, her nipples erect, gently rubbed against the fabric as she breathed.

She felt the short piece of leather positioned against the centre of her bottom for a second and then felt a warm sting as the strap made contact, she let out a short gasp, not from pain but more surprise, it did not feel how she had expected. Another stroke made contact, quickly followed by another. She felt heat spreading across her bottom and found she was struggling to catch her breath at each impact. She caught site of some visitors in the garden running for cover as the heavens finally opened. The strong gusting wind lifted the rain and hurled it at the window in front of her.

It crossed her mind that here were two different worlds, side by side, what would those people wonder at the activities in the room above them? As quickly as it had started, it stopped, and the young women with one hand on her shoulder gestured for her to stand up. She felt herself trembling, not from fear this time but excitement. The young women smiled knowingly and taking her by the hand led her to the edge of the bed. She then piled the pillows up in the centre of the bed and spoke for the first time.

“Bend over these pillows, you are to be punished.”

These words sent a shiver through her; she immediately obeyed and placed herself over the pillows. She felt vulnerable with her bottom in this raised position, she felt her dress being pulled up, and the cool air on the lower cheeks of her buttocks not covered by her knickers. The young women knelt on the bed and as she leaned over to pick up a hairbrush from the bedside cupboard whispered briefly into her ear,

“Just relax, I will take care of everything for you, I will keep you safe.”

She felt the hairbrush gently strike each cheek of her bottom in turn, making the heat quickly return. She wondered about her choice of underwear, white knickers, innocent, had she chosen white to protest her innocence, or to contrast with the redness of her bottom cheeks on show? So maybe not so innocent! Maybe subconsciously she was a naughty girl, why girl? She wondered, she was a grown woman! The hairbrush landed again forcing a gasp and then a sob from her lips. She wanted to be punished, she deserved to be punished, all those deeds at school that had passed unchallenged, and even more since then. She was not a bad person, just normal really, well, maybe unusual, special, she smiled to herself at this thought. Certainly she dreamt of being spanked all her life.

The spanking paused and she felt her knickers being slowly pulled down. She was conscious of her bare bottom being fully on display, the redness for all to see. The spanking started again, very slowly and progressively getting harder, the brush was now being applied all over her bottom so every inch was on fire. She was breathing heavy again and grimacing as each slap made its
impact felt, but strangely, she was also smiling at the same time. Another splat landed, this time across both cheeks of her bottom, just above the tops of her thighs, she took a sharp intake of breath as the heat spread still further across her bottom.

She drifted into her thoughts again, yes she was naughty and wanted, needed this spanking, it was long overdue, even if her friend did have to arrange it for her! Another slap, this time across the middle of her bottom, she buried her head into the bedclothes, her tangled hair wet with tears as the next blow landed. She was making involuntary gasps and yelps and just as she felt she could take no more the young women held her hand, she felt her face close to her ear, her hair touching the side of her face, she whispered gently into her ear.

“just surrender, I will keep you safe and transport you to somewhere else, I can take you anywhere your heart desires.”

She felt herself slowly giving into the young women and whilst the maelstrom in the wildness outside the house raged on, all was safe in the house, all was calm and controlled. The hairbrush descended again, rhythmically slapping down on every inch of her bottom and she felt herself floating, tears were now pouring down her face and the young women paused briefly to gently wipe them away. The rain once again threw itself at the ancient glass windows; she felt the
dampness in between her legs increase as she surrendered to the feelings of delicious excitement, her bottom dancing as the last hard slaps of the brush made contact once again with the lower part of her bottom. She had never felt so helpless and yet so in control at the same time, whilst her bottom glowed with erotic heat. She felt the young women’s hand stroking her bottom, her hand cool against the heat of her skin.

“Thank you” she whispered through her buried face, her hair wet from tears of gratitude. She experienced total release as this complete stranger who had unlocked the deepest part of her soul gently brought her back to this world and cradled her in her arms as she wiped the tears away with gentle compassion. She caught site for the first time of her friend who was crouching on the floor hugging her knees to her chest. She had clearly been moved by what she had witnessed, she smiled at her friend and then found herself laughing, never before had she felt so connected to her true nature and such joy, her friend joined her on the bed and hugged her. The young women with great knowing slowly got up from the bed and quietly left the room.

~o0o~

I told you this was a good story. I found it gentle and powerful at the same time. I hope we hear from this writer again.Thank you for letting me post your work. If anyone else has a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Help me with this one folks

2011-11-01T01:00:00.008-04:00

Now to talk about weigh loss - I’m doing fine. I lost another 1.2 pounds last week. Nick was very happy with me but it all gives me a strange feeling. I can’t quite put my finger on it but the whole thing makes me uncomfortable. I almost cringe when someone congratulates me in person. I don’t want Nick to ignore it, but I would just as soon him tell me he’s pleased by email. And that’s all I am, pleased (said with a small smile and a let’s please move on.) I appreciate everyone out here that is encouraging me. That kind of support is welcomed but it just makes me nervous coming from those I see every day. I guess I’ve fought this fight so many times – and lost – that I’m almost afraid of success. Being overweight is one thing, starting to lose and then backsliding is another.

Once when I had lost around 20 pounds – enough for everyone to notice, I had several people at church, and family too, tell me how good I looked. They told me they were proud of me and that they knew it took hard work. It was like my mind said “Okay, you’re finished. You can stop now.” And that’s what I did. And I put every pound back on. I don’t know why. I really don’t. But it has gotten me to a point where I’m almost paranoid when people tell me I’m doing well. You see, in my mind, I know what they will think if I start to gain back,

“I knew she couldn’t do it the stupid loser. It was all just a wasted effort. Oh yeah, I believed all that big talk ‘gonna lose weight, gonna really do it this time’ who did the idiot think she was fooling?”

Yes, yes I know very poor attitude on my part, but this blog is where I spill my guts and for better or worse, those are the thoughts in my head. If anyone has ever had this problem or has a way to overcome this I’d be happy to hear it.

Where we stand right now: I joined Weight Watcher 5 weeks ago and in those 5 weeks I’ve lost 6.2 pounds. I should be very happy. But since I don’t know why I’m suddenly deciding to do something about my weight and I’m sticking with the program then I don’t know what might trigger me to give up and stop trying. I guess it comes down to this, it’s easier for me to live with being fat that to disappoint myself and others again by trying and failing. Geeze, where’s Jillian Michaels when you need her?

There's a new kid in town

2011-10-31T00:05:00.005-04:00

I guess I’ve been pretty quite out here lately. There are several reasons. First I’m having a rare fair-up of my arthritis and my hands have been hurting and I guess the second is that I’ve had nothing to say on topic. This past week was kinda bland for me. There were lots of workshops at school and they always set my teeth on edge. For me I want to say – I’ve taught for over 20 years, my kids do well on the all important test, you are welcomed to come in my room anytime you want to see what I do, isn’t it time to STOP torturing me with asinine workshops developed by people who no longer want to teach and are being paid twice as much as me to tell me how to do my job. (Thanks for the venting, I need that every once and a while.) Because of all that, my mind was not on spanking or related topics. I get a disconnect feeling when I’m like this. Nothing’s wrong at all, I just don’t feel like me and it’s vaguely depressing, but I really bland is the best word.

On to bigger and better things, there is a new blog in town! With all the wonderful blogs already here and new one coming every day it’s hard to get a new blog off the ground and to bring in friends and readers. But this blog, Faerie Learns to Fly, is written by someone with whom you are familiar. Faerie has written two Fantasy Fridays for us, A Lovely Day for a Bike Ride and The Dream … or is it? You can click on these to refresh your memory. I think Faerie is a little hesitant. I remember being the same way when I first found this wonderful community – it’s all new and strange and just a little scary at first until you realize we’re all just folks with a common interest. I hope you’ll take a minute to go by her new site and welcome her, and maybe we can talk her into another Fantasy Friday. On and one more thing. Faerie has come to me for technical help - talk about the blind leading the blind! I couldn't comment on her latest post yesterday, if you can't either you could go back to her very first post (there are only two now) and if you know why it's not working give us a hint.

And one bit of news on Fantasy Friday we do have a brand new story for this Friday. The one I started last week has more parts and I will certainly post them but it’s always fun to have a brand new one. It’s a very unique story, I really liked it. I hope you’ll be by Friday for a read.

I have a weight update coming up tomorrow and I hope you’ll read that too and help me overcome a problem I’m having with the whole thing. It’s Monday - take a deep breath, we’ll get through the week!

Fantasy Friday, The New House II

2011-10-28T00:05:00.001-04:00

About a year ago I was contemplating doing away with Fantasy Friday. I wasn't getting many new stories at all. I don't mind re-posting stories occasionally but with so few new ones I was just unsure about continuing the series. But that very weekend I was so happy to receive an email from someone who said she was a long time reader and offered me some stories that had been in her head for some time. Her stories are very good - and I'm happy to tell you this is a series so we will be able to enjoy a this couple each week for several weeks. I'll tell you more about the author later.

For now enjoy…

The New House

The day had finally come; all the children had college educations, jobs and were living on their own. To celebrate raising such good kids and to help with the empty nest feeling that Jade was having, Liam told her to start looking into plans to build a new house for them to move into. Now with just the two of them living in this house, they didn’t need a two story house or that much room.

Jade was excited about the plans. She had told Liam he several years before that she would like to move once the kids had moved out. She found a floor plan that both of them loved, for one, it had lots of closets’. She had an idea for a surprise room that she thought Liam would love. She asked the contractor if the soil on the new lot would be suited for a basement which is rare in Texas. He told her that they were lucky that this area actually had great soil for one, but since no one had them none of the neighbors had put them in not knowing it was a possibility.

Jade asked the builder to make a sound proof media room in the basement. She designed a layout for him and asked if it was doable. He told her it was not up to code, since Jade had said there would be no windows. That is when she told him that the two windows would be behind doors that looked like they were just part of the built in cabinets that would surround the room. She was determined to keep all the noise from being heard.

She explained that her husband liked the TV very loud when watching movies and the ceiling would have to be sound proofed and there would be a door at the top of the stairs as well as the bottom to keep all the sound in the basement. Little did the builder know that yes there would be a quality sound system down there, but that was not the sounds Jade was trying to keep in the basement.

The house was finished and Jade had managed to keep the basement a surprise. She was very excited to show Liam the room for the first time. When going down the stairs you would first have to unlock the door. Jade had planned this area of the house to be for only Lithe and herself to enjoy. The door was placed in a corner where some fake tree would cover it or a decorative screen would disguise it from sight. When they reached the floor of the basement, there was another door to keep any sounds from going up the staircase.

This door then opened to a large room. There was a wet bar immediately to the right on the wall next to the stairs. Not only did it have a sink, but also a mini frig and mini dishwasher. The wall had a large mirror and shelves of glasses and alcohol. There was a door on the other side of the bar that went under the staircase for storage. The floor was wood at this point of the room, but half way across the room it changed to carpet.

Looking over to the carpeted area, you saw a large TV mounted on the wall with cabinets on both sides of the TV. This was where all the Blue Rays and audio visual equipment was kept. There was a large over sized Lazy Boy recliner and a love seat with an ottoman in front of it. You noticed a large can that people use for umbrellas next to the small couch, but it did not have those in it, but has several canes standing there instead. You start looking around the room and notice that the length of the room is actually cabinets. Walking across the wood floor to a large double door, you reach to open it. There is a queen size bed that lets down. You notice too that after the bed is let down there are anchors inside on the wall. You can only assume that they are for restraints. Then you look at the legs of the retractable bed and see they too have places to attach restraints.

You are now getting very excited at the surprise room that cost so much money. You look over at Jade and say, “What other surprise do you have for me?”

She smiles and tells you, “Go look at what is in the cabinets that are in front of the carpeted area.”

Opening these you find all the toys hung and displayed in an organized manner. All the paddles are together going from large to small, but also separated by material. (wood, leather, latex, rubber etc. ) The crops are next, then the straps and tawses. Everything is right at your finger tips. No digging. There are drawers below the cabinets and in them you find all your toys. Vibrators, nipple claps, butt plugs all organized in their own sections.

You seem very please, but ask if there is more. Jade smiles and tells you to look under the staircase. She walks over and puts the bed back into the wall while you open the door under the stairs. She has bought a new and very expensive toy, a padded spanking horse, with restraints of course. She has put felt cushions under its legs so it slides out easily to the area where the bed had been. Even though you are pleased with the quality of this spanking horse you know it was way over her toy budget for the year. You ask her how much it cost. She looks nervous now. The idea of a spanking horse is very arousing, but now that it is here and you look like you want to try it out and have a good reason to use it, she is thinking twice about if this was a good idea after all.

She says, “It cost about $800 because it was the top of the line and would last forever.”

You remind her that her toy budget for the year is only $200. You ask her how she is going to make up the difference, but this is rhetorical, since you both know that you will be taking it out of her back side. She offers to return it, but deep down you are very pleased and wanting to try it out. You tell her, “No, we will keep it, and you better stop buying things if you don’t want to use them.”

She tries to get you to look at some other things she has designed down here, but you say, “You owe me 600 stokes, and I think now would be a great time to collect on the first 100. The house is not going anywhere; you can show me the other details later on.”

He tells Jade to strip and mount the horse. She knows that she went over budget and does not argue, she does hope that since she knows he likes it, he will go easy on her. She puts her calves on the cushioned leg rests and lies over the horse. It is not a soft padding, but it is not bare wood so it is fairly comfortable. You tell her to reach her arms forward so you can secure them. She obeys.

You then use the restraints on her legs and notice there is one also for her waist. You smile at how totally immobile she is on this and think you should have bought one of these years ago. You place your hand on her bottom and run your finger down her crack. The horse has forced her to spread her legs apart. You know she gets very uncomfortable when you touch her puckered rose bud.

You tell her now that you have a proper spanking room some things are going to change. He tells you, “From now on you must ask for each spanking even if you truly don’t want it. If I tell you that I am going to spank you, you must say “Please sir, I need/deserve a spanking”. My response will be, “Yes you do and I am about to give you everything you deserve and more.” You know this will be hard for her, but it will also put her into the right mind set. “After I have finished spanking you, you must also now thank me for taking my time to tend to your naughty behind. It can be as simple as, ‘Thank you for spanking me’, but you must use the word spanking.” You have noticed that even though Jade has a desire to be spanked, she has trouble saying the word. This too will make her uncomfortable and submissive.

You walk over to the cabinet and pick out the discipline strap and the thick leather paddle. As you return you say, “I have not heard you ask for this yet. If you don’t we can’t get started and you will have to remain where you are until you do. If it takes more than a minute, I will be adding 10 stokes per minute I have to wait.” Jade hates to ask for spankings and is having a hard time actually saying the words. She also is not looking forward to receiving 100 strokes. The next thing she hears is “We have to add 10 and those will be with the cane since you are being disobedient.”

Jade’s mind is swimming and she tries to escape, but she can hardly even wiggle. She takes a deep breath and says in a very quiet voice, “Please sir, I deserve a spanking”. You smile and ask her why. She response, “I over spent my toy budget.”

You say, “yes you sure did, and by a lot. It will take you several trips over this new toy to pay off your over spending. I will give you the spanking you ask for and you so deserve for being so naughty.”

You start out with the strap, not too hard at first, but once you have hit 20 you deliver the next 50 with full swings. Jade has been struggling to get out of the way of the repeated blows to her bottom, but the horse is living up to it expectations and keeping her still. You can see her try to reach back and cover her very red bottom but to no avail. She has also been making a lot of noise, but she did say that the room was sound proof, if it wasn’t you are sure the neighbors would have called the cops by now hearing the cries and protests coming from her. You say, “I really like this sound proofing, how about you?” She makes some nasty comment and you give her 10 more with the strap for that and say, “Yell all you want, no one can hear you. Now I am going to give you the next 30 with the thick leather paddle. You will count these and remember to put a sir with that number. If you miss a number, the stroke will be repeated.”

Jade counts out the next 30 strokes and only doesn’t get the count out in time twice. She is very tired now and just wants to be let up and held, but she hears you walk over to the carpet and remembers she has earned 10 more with the cane. She is shaking with fear that her well tended back side will not be able to take this.

You rub your hand over her well marked bottom and tell her she will be receiving this same treatment for the next 5 Fridays. Over spending will not be tolerated and now she will pay for not asking quick enough for this loving reminder. You say, “Now ask me to cane you”. You know this will put her over the edge. She hates the cane and having to ask to be caned will be next to impossible, but you want to see if she will be submissive to your request.

Not wanting to receive more than 10 strokes, Jade shuts her eyes and whispers, “Please sir, I deserve to be caned”.

You ask her, “why?” as if that is an odd request.

She whispers again, “I did not ask for my spanking quick enough”.

You reply, “Oh that is right, you were disobedient which is why I will gladly cane you to relieve your guilt for being such an ill-disciplined girl.”

You know she has been through a lot already, so you don’t give her full swings of the cane. Even small strokes of the cane are excruciating. You do not make her count, since this is really pushing her threshold.

Once you have finished you admire your handy work. You are very pleased with this new horse and plan to put it to good use. You leave her sobbing on the horse as you put away the toys. You come back now that she is a bit calmer. You gently stroke her back and bottom. You tell her she took a very hard spanking and you are proud of her. You start unbuckling the restraints and help her off the horse. You walk her over to the lazy boy and have her sit on your lap. You cuddle for a few moments and kiss her. You then ask, “Do you need a trip over the back of the couch and a good old fashion hand spanking.”

She looks at you like you must be crazy, and then remembers that she has not thanked you yet for taking care of her misdeeds. “Thank you for spanking me, but I thought you would like that horse.”

You tell her you love it and it is exactly what we needed in our new playroom. She smiles because she loves it when she pleases you. “If you are not mad that I bought it why do I have to take 5 more sessions?” she asks.

You look her in the eyes and ask, “Did you go over budget or did you ask to go over your toy budget?”

She looks down and says, “No, I should have asked.”

“That’s right and now I have to remind you what happens when you don’t stay within your budget without asking. I would have told you yes and you would not be in this situation. This is only fair. You wouldn’t want me to let you misbehave would you? You are my good girl and we have to do this thing to keep you that way, right?”

She hugs him and whispers, “Yes, sir. I want to be your good girl.”

They start kissing and touching both happy with the new house and the new room. Things take their natural course. Jade is very pleased with herself that Liam loves his surprise room. She can’t wait to show him some more of the features she has put into the basement in the morning.

~~oo0oo~~

This story came from Catie. When she sent in this first story, she asked me not to give any information about her. By the second story she said I could share the following, 'I am a mom of almost grown children, a couple at home who are in HS, and one in college. My husband and I have been married for almost 24 years, and have been spanking on and off for the last 10. We do both fun and discipline spanking now, but it started out as just fun in the beginning. I wrote these stories for my husband. After reading them, he told me to go look for land to build on. LOL.' Sound like you fit right in out here. I sure do appreciate you sharing your stories with us too. And let us know if you start building that house in real life!

I hope Catie is still reading and knows how much I appreciate her sending in these stories. Look for the next part next Friday. And any one else with stories in their head who would like to share please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

WOW!!

2011-10-23T02:00:00.001-04:00

*There is a new story beginning over at Cassie's Space.

The weigh in went well this week. I was down another pound. That’s 5 pounds in four weeks. I’m happy but I don’t plan to start bragging any time soon. I want this to work but I’ve tried it so many times. I’m just going to keep working on it each day. We’ll see what happens, but I do have some hope.

I had a wonderful, wonderful Saturday! Mollie stayed at school this weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. I slept late Saturday morning, I did a little cleaning (okay, very little) and then I got to spend a long time out in my sun room writing. I had my little fire burning as I was watching the leaves fall outside. Then I watched Nick rake up some of those leaves. I probably should have helped but I was really enjoying having a day to just write. After lunch Nick watched ball games and I kept writing.

But late in the afternoon… Nick made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, a bit of a reward for working so hard on weight watchers. I have to say it was one of the best afternoons I’ve had in a long time. Of course I wanted a spanking and my favorite implement is his belt. So that’s want I ask for. After a lovely warm up he told me “You asked for a good firm belt spanking, I’m not sure what that means so I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.” Chilling and interesting words, I mean its one thing to hang on until he’s done another to have to be the one to call a halt to it.

It was great! I know there are many spank-nos out here now who may not understand, but you spankos here know what I mean. Could I have taken more? Yeah, probably. But I know Nick worries about hurting me and I appreciate his concern so I didn’t try to test my limits. And after… wow! That’s all I know to say. It was an extremely erotic afternoon. I had had such a good time I was dizzy! Nick told me just to stay put and take a nap; I took him up on it as he covered me with the blanket. This was my reward but I have a feeling Nick enjoyed himself too.

Well Nick and I aren’t in our 20’s or 30’s anymore (not even close!). No one will ever call us spring chickens again. Our children are grow and heading toward lives of their own. So let me give a shout out for mature couples – it’s GREAT! The love making and spanking keeps getting better and better as you get older and don’t have to sneak around your kids. Trust me folks, there is a lot to look forward to!

Fantasy Friday - Learning to Listen, II

2011-10-21T00:05:00.000-04:00

Friday, Friday, Friday!! I do love it! This has been a busy week and I'm happy for the weekend and a chance to relax with a Fantasy Friday. I'll tell you about the author at the end of the story but I'll tell you now that I haven't heard from her since she sent this story over a year ago. I hope I'll hear from her again. I hope you have a good weekend and please enjoy...

Learning to Listen

It was a Saturday evening, and they had made the trek into town to meet some friends for dinner that evening. It had been a busy day that day, and Katy was glad that they had gotten the major things that they were working on finished at their home and was looking forward to a trip to Target before meeting John and Linda at the restaurant. She sat quietly in the car as they drove into town, the very definition of contented as they drove through the hills.

Denny reached over putting his hand on her thigh, he rubbed it lightly as they drove and she smiled happily at him. "What do we need to get at Target tonight, besides Dove chocolate, honey?"

"Is there anything that you would like to look at while there, baby?"

"I'd like to look for some hot curlers and then take a look at the makeup, would that be ok?"

"Certainly baby, just make sure you keep your phone on."

"Yes Daddy." she said. In the dark of the car she smiled softly. She loved that he cared about her, and that he kept her accountable for what she did. She felt safe and secure with him and it was something that she just couldn't take for granted.

They pulled up to the store and she waited quietly in her seat as he walked around the car and opened her door. She got out slowly, her skirt rising up a little on her thighs as she turned towards him to get out of the vehicle. She deliberately let her thighs fall open as she looked up to him, and he smiled at her, offering her his hand to help her up from the car. As she stood she kissed him and then took his hand and followed him into the store.

After he held the door for her she stepped into the store and waited for him to enter the store also. They walked together for a little ways and then he kissed her and told her to go take a look at the curlers, he headed off to the candy section in search of Dove Chocolates.

She looked at the hot rollers, and then wandered around the makeup section. Not finding what she was looking for, she decided to wander off and go to the book section of the store. She didn't notice how the time had gone by while she was there, books are her favorite things, and it wasn't until she heard him say her name that she actually looked up from the book she was reading.

"Katy. Where. Have. You. Been?"

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up. "Right here, Daddy. I came here after looking at the makeup."

"Where is your cell phone, Katy?"

She felt her heart leap in her throat. She reached into her purse and saw that there were 8 missed calls on her cell. "I must have left it on vibrate, I am so sorry."

"We will deal with this at home, Katy."

"Yes Sir." she said.

They went through the line at the store, occasionally he'd reach behind her and pat her bottom, looking into her eyes. "I love you, baby. You know that I need to know that you are safe."

Katy looked at Denny, her heart still fluttering in her chest. "I love you too, Daddy." She reached up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, she immediately felt owned and knew that he loved her and cared for her enough to keep her to her word.

They met John and Linda and had a very enjoyable evening together. They sat close in half of a booth together. Occasionally Denny would part her thighs, and slip his fingers inside of her, making her take his fingers and remain quiet at the table.

By the time they left the restaurant, Katy was very excited and a little nervous. When Denny opened the car door for her he told her that he wanted her to sit on her bare bottom on the car seat. She nodded and lifted her skirt as she settled into the seat. The ride home was very quiet for most of the trip home, but Katy couldn't resist questioning him.

"Daddy?" she said.

He pause a couple beats before answering her, knowing what was going to be coming from her mouth. "Yes baby."

"Daddy, are you going to only use your hand to spank tonight?"

Denny took a deep breath of air. "Katy, how many calls did you miss from me?"

"Uhm....8?"

"And did we talk about having your phone ready before we got to the store?"

"Yes, Daddy."

The car was silent for a while longer. She knew they were getting closer to the driveway, and couldn't stop herself. "So, it's going to be the paddle too?"

"Baby, I'm going to do what I feel needs to be done."

She sighed audibly, "Yes Daddy."

They got home, and he walked around the car once more to let her out. He opened the car door, and she hesitated a bit before getting out of the car, just long enough for Denny to notice, he raised his eyebrows at her and then once more offered her his hand. She took it and he helped her from the car. She smoothed the front of her skirt down, and reached behind her to smooth down the back of the skirt. Denny quickly put his hand on her butt.

"Don't."

She immediately obeyed, and hurried to the house, waiting at the door for him to open it.

"Take your shower and wait for me on the bed, Katy."

"Yes, Daddy."

She hurried off and quickly stripped down and took her shower quickly, taking some extra time to check to make sure that her pussy was trimmed the way he liked it, and then waited on the bed for him, laying on her back with her legs parted, displaying herself for him. He came in and spoke to her about some thing they worked on earlier in the day and then took his shower.

She fell asleep while she waited, she didn't have a hard time getting sleep in their bed.

Denny woke her up, when he came out of the shower. He had toweled off and pulled on a pair of sleeping pants. He sat down in the chair that they purchased just for the purpose of correction. He patted his knees and told Katy to lay across his lap. She did so immediately, knowing from past experience that trying to talk her way our of a spanking would end up making things worse than they would have before.

He laid her across his lap and rubbed her bare bottom while he talked to her about why she was going to be spanked. She understood that he worried about her and that he was correcting her because she didn't answer her phone. She was expected to answer her phone and she didn't do it.

*whack* He rubbed the spot he just swatted, and then *whack* a second spot with a little rubbing also. Pretty soon he was spanking her without stopping between the swats to rub. There was a pause in the spanking, and then he brought out the Nanny paddle, and used it on her bottom, turning her entire bottom red. He sat quietly rubbing her bottom.

"How many calls did you miss tonight, baby?"

" I missed 8, Daddy"

"You are going to count for me, baby."

"Yes Daddy"

She squenched her eyes shut tight and sucked in her breath, and she felt the first strike with the cane. It hit her just on her sit spot, and she knew that it would not be something that she forgot about quickly.

"One, Daddy"

He used the cane on her for a full 8 strokes, covering her red bottom, and the back of her thighs. Then he had her lay down on the bed, and he carefully rubbed lotion over her welted bottom and thighs, taking care of her and telling her that he loved her.

"Baby, roll over now, I am going to take you."

Katy rolled over for him, parting her thighs, and opening herself for him. He took her hard, her bottom rubbing on the sheets of their bed. She doesn't ever hold back when making love with him, she gives him every thing, focusing on him, squeezing him deep inside of her as she squirms beneath him, wanting to feel him cum in her, marking her with his semen. He made her take him until he was ready to stop, her orgasms were hard and she writhed in a combination of pleasure and pain beneath him, giving him all that he demands of her.

He gave her a big kiss, telling her that he wanted her to sleep on her back as long as she could that night.

It was a good night, Katy thought as she fell asleep. It's always good to know where you belong in the world... and that is right with the man she loves.

~~o0o~~

This find story came from KatyLou. This is the information she shared with me...

"I'm in my early 40's, and have been in this relationship for just over 2 years now. I hate to admit how real that story was...it's a little embarrassing how many times I end up with red buns because I'm a little flighty. I do love appreciation in the form of chocolate or sunflower seeds. ;p That ... or the good girl kind of spankings...."

KatyLou sound like one of us for sure! She also said she had more stories and said "Once I'm braver I will send them to you". LOL, KatyLou you've stuck your toe in the water might as well plunge on in. If you have the chance leave KatyLou a comment and maybe that will help encourage her to send those stories in.

I hope a few more of you out there are writing and that you will be willing to share your stories with us I would be most grateful. I'm serious folks, I love hearing from new people. You know you have a story in you, share with us! Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

RM and Oh Baby!

2011-10-19T00:05:00.000-04:00

I have nothing on the spanking topic, but you know I use this blog for everything. I wanted give you an update on Mollie the college student. Mollie seems to enjoy college. We talk daily, not at my insistence, but with my full approval. She hasn’t made anything lower than a B and she seems to be making many new friends. There have been camp outs, man hunts (some kind of extreme hide and seek), cupcake making and decorating, foot ball games, walks to Walmart (two miles) and the inevitable all night bull sessions.

So college is perfect, right? Wrong. There is a fly in the ointment. It’s the dreaded Room Mate (RM)! Actually Mollie and RM went to high school together and agreed to room together even thought they weren’t close. They each knew they wouldn’t have to worry about strange boys, drugs or putting a drunken roommate to bed. And all that has been true. But what Mollie wasn’t expecting was the girl’s complete lack of maturity! It’s driving Mollie nuts.

Let me share a couple of stories. The first week of school RM’s mother was there 3 times! Mostly because RM can’t do anything for herself and everything is someone else’s fault. RM is whining to her mother because she was fussed at in class for not having her syllabus. “It wasn’t MY fault, the printer wouldn’t work.” She told her mom.

Mollie was overhearing all this and is thinking to herself, ‘It would probably have worked better if you had taken it out of the box and hooked it up, or if you’d gone to the library to print it like I did.’ But the next day mom came to hook up RM’s printer.

And then there’s the boyfriend. Mollie and a few friends, including RM decided to go to one of the clubs on campus. Mollie and all her friends, besides RM, did a little dancing. RM sat with a sour face saying “This isn’t appropriate.” They finally talk her out on the dance floor where she just stood like a stick looking sour. She finally just sat down. She told the girl her boyfriend wouldn’t like her being there even if she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Mollie told her “If you aren’t doing anything wrong you don’t even have to tell him you were here.” But RM wanted to leave and Mollie walked back to the dorm with her. RM called her boyfriend on the way back. This is a synopsis of her side of their 10 minute conversation after she told him she had been at the dance club.

“Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Oh baby, do you still love me? Oh Baby, I'll never do anything like that again. Oh Baby, I would never do anything to upset you? Oh baby, I would never lie to you. Mollie told me to, but oh baby I could never do that. Oh baby, I still love you? Oh baby, you're not mad are you? Oh Baby, I couldn't live with out you.” And on and on and on… Mollie says she was about to lose her dinner.

So every night RM skypes until 1 or 2 AM with Oh Baby or his mother or her mother. Mollie is trying to sleep for pity sake! Not long ago Oh Baby broke up with RM. She cried day and night. But finally she began to try to make friend and go out with the girls. Oh Baby found out and threatened to kill himself. They’re back together so he can control her completely – I imagine he’s dating and going out at will.

The best thing about all this drama is that Mollie thinks RM is a fool and that Oh Baby is an ass. Mollie told me “When I start dating someone it will be because being together makes us happy. RM and Oh Baby seem miserable every time they interact. I see a lot of my friends that seem to do nothing but fight with their boyfriends. Why would you want to be with someone if you fight all the time?” I am so glad that Mollie is able to stand back and see some problems in the dating scene. Mollie has never dated. I tell you the truth when I tell you this girl is gorgeous with a fantastic figure! But she feels no pressure to date. I know now that she will wait until she finds someone special and they will enjoy being together. I love having a smart daughter!!

Oh and one more thing, I did lose weight this week, .8 pounds. Not like on The Biggest Loser, but steady and in the right direction.

Ups and downs

2011-10-17T00:05:00.001-04:00

Sorry I couldn’t get my post to show up yesterday. I could see it, but I heard from several that couldn’t. I used to call on my super geeky friend to help me out of such situations but since we don’t talk much anymore, I feel too much like a bother to ask. Someday I may figure out how to work a computer on my own.

Today is a very special day. Nineteen years ago today I gave birth to the most wonderful daughter on the planet. Mollie was only 13 when I began blogging. I guess some of you have see her go from little girl to young woman. This is the first birthday she’s ever had when we won’t be together. But on the good side she just got to spend 4 days at home. I cooked, made a cake and everything. It was a nice fall break/birthday weekend. This was the gift she wanted for her birthday.

(The hammock, not the guy.)

As we drive around her campus we see these all over the place. Just throw it up between a couple of trees and you have a great place to study, read or nap. And if I know Mollie my guess is that it will mostly be for napping!

I enjoyed the Bonnie’s Brunch question over at Hermione’s this week. If you didn’t read it, it was asking what would be your ‘spanking wishes’ if you could have some. I’ve thought about them a lot this weekend. Besides the ones I gave there, I have a few more. One of them is that I wish Nick could read my mind. Or maybe more accurately, I wish he could sense my needs. I wasn’t in a very good mood Sunday. Actually I haven’t been feeling all that great for several days. I hide it, of course, but I just feel ill tempered. I wish Nick could see in my head when I get like this. I don’t want him to be sweet and loving; I want him to be firm and no nonsense when I get this way. I want him to get me out of it.

When I stand back and look at myself when I feel this way – when I’m in a bad mood – I don’t really feel like getting spanked. But I still feel like it would help. I think it would help me concentrate on all the good in our marriage rather than mentally whine about the things that get me down. I just think a spanking would be cheaper than Zoloft. But then again I hide my feeling s so well, how is Nick supposed to know when I feel this way. Even I don’t know how to answer that one.