Fantasy Friday Revival - I Can't Cry

Welcome to Fantasy Friday! I realize that it's hot nearly everywhere, but I still think a good story  is what we need. And I especially like this one. It’s one of those that as I read it for the first time my first thought was, “Wow, I think I wrote this one – oh wait, that can’t be right.” But it is really good and for many of us it will really be one we can identify with. Please enjoy …

I Can’t Cry

I have never been the type to cry easily. In fact, I hardly cry at all. The last time I cried was at a funeral for a co-worker who died much too young. Even my stubborn heart understands the finality of death. I don’t mean to say that I’m an unfeeling person, but my eyes just won’t cooperate when my body and soul need to cry. Some may think that I’m hiding my true feelings behind a tightly controlled facade, but his theory depends on the belief that that I am capable of crying. Am I, making a monumental effort to control the raging volcano of tears beneath the surface? I assure you this is not the case. The release of tension that comes with a good cry would be most welcome. And yet, my eyes betray my heart and remain woefully dry, under even the tensest of circumstances.

You may be wondering, why this obsession with crying? The answer is; stress. Stress should be a four letter word. It certainly seems to bring a number of four letter words to my mind when I am dealing with it. Some of the more popular relaxation methods I employ are: running away, exercise, overeating, drinking, leisure activities, wild sex and yes, crying. So, there I was, in one of the most stressful periods I have faced in years and all I could do was sit around and look sad. There were no tears for me, even when I mentally studied my life and relived great disappointments. My lip trembled and I felt a slight increase in the natural moisture in my eye. I tried to stay with it and ride the wave of emotion until the floodgates opened and…… nothing. Once again, I saw the forlorn look on my face in the mirror but nothing that suggests I had been on the verge of tears. I sighed loudly and added another memory to my list of woes, “I cannot cry.” Complaint number two hundred and fifty-six.

Enter my wonderful husband Gabriel. He knows me and the many layers I have created to protect myself. He also knows when I am on the edge of a cliff and need a little help to drag me back to solid ground. Gabe decided that a stress-relief spanking was in order. To the uninitiated, a stress-relief spanking is designed to help the receiver release tension while bonding her more closely with the person administering the spanking. Though this is undoubtedly an unconventional way to cope with stress; it works for us.

Gabe has been spanking me since the beginning of our relationship. Whenever I break an agreed-upon rule, I am punished by corporal means. If we need to reconnect emotionally, he often spanks me to break the ice. Of course, an erotic spanking during lovemaking can’t be beat. Was that horrible Pun? I do apologize. I sometimes think my most productive time is spent bent over with my panties at my knees for a fanny roasting.

“Robin!” Gabe appeared in the living room to see me sitting on the couch and staring out the window in a cloud of self-pity. “I think it’s time you stopped sulking and started doing something useful with your time, young lady,” Gabe admonished.

I looked at him insolently and deliberately turned my face away from him to stare out the window. Briefly, I considered the wisdom of my actions but then the moment passed and I continued nursing my bad mood.

Taking my hand gently but firmly, Gabe led me into our bedroom for a little talk. He began his lecture before we even got to the door, “I know you have had a lot on your plate lately, and you have been working very hard. But this miserable mood has gone on for too long.” Leading me to the bed, he sat down and pulled me between his legs facing him.

“It’s time to help you release some of the tension you have been holding in.” And with that, he loosened my trousers and let them drop to the floor. He guided me over his lap and adjusted my body until my bottom was at just the right angle. Without another word, Gabe laid a mighty swat across my cheeks. It was clear that this was not going to be an easy spanking. His hand came down hard, echoing throughout the room. I could feel a handprint shaped sting searing into my delicate backside. Before I adjusted to the pain, he began spanking in earnest. One slap after another branded my bottom. He started in the middle of each cheek and then moved side to side and up and down until my entire bottom was glowing red. I don’t know how many times his hand came down before he paused to rub.

“Shhhh,” he soothed. My breath was in rags and I was squirming to position myself safely away from his punishing hand. Gabe rubbed my back and said, “I don’t think you’re done yet. You’re still very tense.”

Who wouldn’t be tense when your butt us being blistered?, I thought. But I trusted Gabe to take care of me. He knew me well and he also knew I needed more. He reached under bed and picked something up. Apparently this little talk had been planned in advance. Gabe had put something especially for me within easy reach before he took me to our room. It didn’t take long to discover what it was.

Smack. I felt the paddle come down hard across both cheeks. Each strike with the paddle felt like a hot skillet on my rear end. The paddle came down again and again. I wiggled and howled, and despite my efforts to the contrary, my feet came off of the ground. “Put your feet on the ground or I will get my belt,” Gabe said sternly.

“Yes sir,” I said through gritted teeth. As my toes touched the ground, he raised the paddle and laid into me again. “Owww, oh, owwww,” I whined. Despite my distress, the spanking continued. I felt on the verge of tears. My entire bottom was on fire and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. “Oww, Gabe, owww,” I cried.

One last hard smack and he laid down the paddle. I went limp across his lap sniffling and gasping. “Owww,” I whined again. “My bottom is on fire,” I sniffled some more.

Gabe rubbed my back and waited for me to calm down. He helped me up and then he stood and scooped me into his arms. Setting me on the bed on my stomach he pulled the sheet over me and lay next to me. “That’s my girl, let it all out.” He stroked my hair and my face. “Any tears darling?”

I turned my head toward him, gazed into his eyes, put my hand on his face gently and said, “Nope.” I grinned “But I feel a lot better!”

Smack! Gabes’s hand cracked down on my backside as he laughed. “My pleasure, next time it won’t be so easy.”

Who needs tears anyway?

~o~

Today's story was written by Jess who wrote several for us back in the day. I think many of us can identify with it, not only me. Thanks again, Jess. I hope some of you are writing. If you want to join us, send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revival - Breaking Obsessions

Friday again and I have another story for you to begin your weekend. Back when this one was first published it could have been written by any number of us. I hope you'll enjoy...

Breaking Obsessions 

I just love waking up in the morning and having coffee with all my online friends from around the world. I’ve been blogging for about a year and have met so many wonderful people. Unfortunately, I spend way too much time on the computer chatting and reading blogs and writing for my own blog. Mark warned me to get away from my computer and get some activities that will introduce me to people who could become real life friends instead of relying on those that I will never meet. He’s been so worried about me ever since one of the online friends I had become close with decided they did not want online friendships and just completely dropped out of site. These things happen, but I took it very hard. I had talked to her every day; sent pictures and thought some day we would actually meet. I felt so hurt from the sudden separation.

Mark spent a good month helping me heal. He lectured me about finding friends and people to hang with outside of the computer so I had other things to do and the dangers of getting too close to people online. Since I lost my job I’ve been kind of lost. My blogging time and connections with online people had become constant. They were all I talked about, all I wondered about and all I wanted to associate with. I should have been frightened off by my experience but for some reason, I just dove in deeper.

For the last 3 weeks, Mark has really been on my back about putting the computer down. “It’s so nice outside, Suzanne, let’s go bike riding,” he would say. He would suggest for me to do all kinds of outside activities and even give me outside chores in an effort to break my obsession. There have been times when I did not move fast enough for his taste when he told me to do something and I would be pulled over his knee for a hand spanking which served as a warning that I better move faster. Actually, this practice of his has become more frequent with a few full fledged bare bottom spankings taking place because I did not do as I was told.

Everything came to a head four days ago when Mark had finally had enough. He explained that he was glad I had made friends but that he was putting his foot down about computer time. I am no stranger to discipline by my husband. We had talked about adding discipline into our relationship during our 10th year of marriage. We have been married now for seventeen years. I wanted a strong man that would lead and was quite happy to change our family dynamic having him lead. Mark has always been very fair and the safety and security I feel outweighs any rules I may sometimes want to rebel against.

Mark took my chin with his hand and made sure I was looking directly at him when he told me that I was allowed only two hours a day for the next month on my computer. He was serious about me finding other interests. He told me he was very concerned about me getting hurt again and how that incident also affected him. He did not want a repeat. Several times I tried to look away from him but he would gently shake my chin and demand I look at him while he talked. When he was done with his lecture he asked me if I understood. I did my best to assure him that I would not get hurt again and stated my case about two hours being not nearly enough time each day. Mark only looked at me and asked again “Do you understand?” My only choice was to answer him “Yes, sir.”

I went to bed that night angry and completely out of sorts. What was I going to do with my day? I lay there thinking about what constructive things I could do with my time. It was then that I realized exactly how much my computer friends took up my day. I knew I was chatting often and reading blogs a lot, but if dinner was made and laundry got done, what difference did it make?

I awoke the next morning and immediately turned on the computer. My best blogging friend Donna had written me an email telling me to read her latest post. She and I had never met but talk about it often. We’ve talked on the phone on several different occasions and have so much in common. She is a DD wife as well so we can talk about spanking and restrictions openly. She lives about a five hour car ride from me and we so wish that we lived closer to each other. She stays at home during the day so we are able to chat a lot on instant messenger but she has to get off the computer when her husband comes home.

I read her post and by that time she had signed onto IM. I explained to her my new computer restriction. Donna was as sad as I was. She told me that it was like she was being restricted too. Mark had talked to Donna on the phone before and he saw the pictures she sent of herself and her family so they were not complete strangers. He likes Donna and reads her posts often but still had his reservations about anyone online. I spent the next ½ hour chatting with her and then decided to check out some other blogs. By the time I finished surfing and reading, I had already used an hour and half. This restriction was just not going to fly with me.

I spent the day trying to stay busy doing anything and everything I could think of to keep my mind off of the computer. I desperately wanted to talk to Donna. Her husband doesn’t like her to use the cell phone minutes without asking first because they get used up too fast. Several times she has run the minutes out, so we don’t chat by phone often and usually on weekends.

Later in the afternoon I got on the computer to chat with Donna one more time before her husband came home from work. I was so miserable thinking about how long the next month was going to be not talking to her like I usually do. That’s when it hit me. ROAD TRIP! What else did I have to do? I checked with Donna and she didn’t have anything going that would stop a visit from me. She just wanted me to make sure it was okay with Mark. Well, I’d at least leave him a note.

Mark would never agree to me meeting Donna without him but I was angry at him and reacting to that anger. I will just do this and show him that it is okay to meet cyber people. They are just like everyone else. It’s not my fault that he doesn’t have any vacation time right now to go with me. I’ll just stay the weekend and be back Monday before he gets home from work.

I did not allow any thoughts of punishment to enter my head, only the excitement of meeting my closest internet friend. Tomorrow was Friday and I would leave after Mark went to work. I’d packed a few things, make sure I had the directions and start my 5 hour drive. I figured I would call Mark when I arrived and tell him where I was. My call would most likely go to voicemail being that he told me he had meetings most of the day. That would work out perfect. I wouldn’t have to listen to scolding. I’m angry at him and I want to stay that way for the weekend. This is the first time I have felt his rule completely unfair. I’ve silently rebelled in the past, maybe even slammed a door or two but this is the first time I have ever done anything like this. If he wouldn’t let me use my computer to talk to my friend, I’ll just go to my friend so we can talk. Hey, I’m not on the computer, right? I won’t even take it with me.

My ride has been quite uneventful so far. The radio was turned up and I was singing along when my cell phone rang. I took it off the seat next to me and read the number. It was Mark. He only calls the cell when he doesn’t get an answer at home. It rang for the 3rd ring. I could not decide whether to pick it up or let it go. I was only on the road 2 hours so far so letting the call go to voicemail, he would require me to call him back. I had 3 hours before I reached Donna’s house where I was going to call him. By the time I decided to let it go to voicemail the phone had stopped ringing.

When I heard the familiar chime letting me know that I had a voicemail, I put the phone to my ear and listened to what he had to say. “Hey honey, where are you?” was what I heard him say. He continued, “Call me back when you get this. I don’t have another meeting for an hour.” Oh great. He’ll certainly call back in a ½ hour if he doesn’t hear from me. Then he’ll worry if I don’t answer again. I had to call him now. Oh well, I’ll just tell him now. I’m 2 hours away from home and to me that is enough time to tell him that I am almost there to avoid him telling me to turn around and come home.

All of a sudden I got very nervous. I’ve never disobeyed him in this way before. What was he going to think? I put myself in his place and thought how I would feel if he took off on me. Yeah, I was mad but what the heck did I do? I’ve been known to act like a brat but nothing to this extreme.

I had been thinking for so long that when the phone rang again, I didn’t realize 45 minutes had passed. I answered the phone, voice quivering a bit and Mark immediately said in a concerned but stern voice “Where are you.” “I’m driving,” I answered. “Driving where and didn’t you get my message to call me?” 

“Yes, I got your message,” I said. “I was going to call you right when the phone rang again.” 

“So what have you been doing, where are you driving?” I took a deep breath and then just spilled it all out. I explained that I was on my way to Donna’s and that I had been driving nearly three hours now and was very excited to see her. I tried to have a non-challenging tone, a sort of no-big-deal attitude. I told him that I was upset about not being able to talk to her like I do every day and that I thought it would be a good time to arrange a visit.

Mark was silent on the other end of the phone for a very long time. He finally spoke and said, “Suzanne, when have I ever made a rule that was not for your own good or the good of our relationship? I am so disappointed that you would defy me like this. You may be mad at me, but taking off alone to meet people that neither you nor I know in a place where neither you nor I have ever been is unacceptable behavior. You will turn that car around immediately and start for home. Do I make myself clear?”

His words cut like a knife into my heart. He was right. Since we started DD, his goal has been to watch out for the both of us. I saw no need to argue that point. His voice was demanding and I could tell he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Even if I continued on to her house, I would have to go home at some point and face the music. 

Disappointed I wouldn’t see Donna; I answered with a meek “Yes, sir” and got off at the next exit to turn around. Mark then told me that he was attending one more meeting and canceling the rest for that day. He would be home and waiting for me. With a gulp, I told him the time I estimated I’d be home. He told me not to stop anywhere on the way home unless I needed gas and he ended our conversation with, “I’ll expect to see you in a few hours.” I called Donna to tell her I couldn’t make it. I then began to cry thinking about what awaited me.

I pulled in the driveway and saw that Mark was indeed home. I grabbed my suitcase and walked in the house. Mark was standing near the door and came to meet me with a hug. He said, “I’m glad to see you.” His arms felt good wrapped around me and I wished it would stay that way but just as I expected, he told me to take my suitcase to the bedroom and unpack then wait for him to come in.

I headed to the bedroom feeling as uneasy as I’ve ever felt. In our seven years of DD, I had never done something this serious. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking and what he was going to do. It was obvious he wasn’t happy with me but would he think I went too far in my rebellion against a rule I disagreed with. What if he didn’t want a DD relationship anymore thinking I was going to rebel against all his rules? I was so nervous now that I started shaking.

I finished unpacking just as Mark was entering the room. He told me to sit on the bed. Then he came over to sit next to me. He put his hand on my leg and said, “Suzanne, you really surprised me. I know you don’t like the computer restriction but I never thought you would so easily do something you know I would be against.” His voice was that of a stern disciplinarian. It sent shivers up my back. I began to get up off the bed to walk the floor. Immediately his voice raised and he said “sit down and do not move until you are told to move.” I had never seen him so demanding and stern. I obeyed his command and felt the tears begin to well.

Mark got up off the bed and went to the closet where he keeps our spanking implements. He reached in and took a belt off the hook it was hanging from. He turned around to look at me and said, “Seven years ago, did you not agree to submit to my authority?” With my eyes fixated on the floor, I shook my head yes. “Suzanne, look at me and answer my question.” I raised my head and softly spoke a humble, “Yes, sir.” 

“Okay, your little stunt was unsafe and unacceptable. I want to make sure you know that today. Take your pants down to your knees and bend over the bed.” I stood up and did as I was told. I felt as though I should say something, either to make a plea or to apologize but I could tell by his firm tone that speaking right now would not be good. He had a punishment in store and there was no getting out of it.

The first swat of the belt landed with precision across both my cheeks. The sting was more than usual. I could tell he was delivering at nearly full force. The next swat made me yelp and then they came hard and fast. I yelled out that I was sorry in hopes that my contrite heart would shorten the lesson. A couple dozen more continued to burn my backside before he stopped. He put the belt on the bed and told me that he believed I was sorry but that he wanted to make sure I knew how disappointed he was in my decision to go off without asking. I am not allowed to get up from a spanking position until I am given permission and I could hear him getting another implement out of the closet. He has a few favorites for punishments and nervously, I wondered which one I would be experiencing next.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out that the large wood paddle was the next instrument of punishment. This paddle has an immediate bite that brings tears after just two swats. Mark held nothing back. He was angry and I was feeling that anger through the hard piece of wood. The second swat hit and true to form, the tears flowed hard. The impact of my selfishness had sunk in and I was truly sorry for causing him to worry. I received fifteen and two extra for putting my hand back to block, seventeen in all. Mark took my arm and helped me off the bed and to the corner.

“Stay put Suzanne and if I see you rub, you’ll get the paddle all over again.” Being that my nose was in the corner, I had no idea if he left the room or was standing behind me. My bottom felt like bugs were biting it, little stings of pain everywhere but I didn’t dare rub. I made that mistake once and Mark made good on his promise of repeating the swats.

Mark had gone out of the room to get me tissue which he placed in my hand. He usually leaves me in the corner until my sobbing slows down enough to talk. I heard him sit on the bed as I wiped my face and nose. A minute later he called me to him.

I stood in front of him and he wiped my last tear. “I’m sorry I had to be so harsh with you but I needed for you to know the extent of what you did. Had something happened to you, I would lose my life. You are everything to me. I know being out of a job has been hard on you and you need your friends right now. I am keeping you on computer restriction because you absolutely need get out and do other things but I have a couple days I can take off work and if you still want to meet up with Donna, I will go with you to meet her.” I knew right then I should have just talked to him about meeting her. He’s always been fair and giving. 

“I’m very sorry. I’ll never take off like that again. I love you so much. Yes, YES, I do want to meet her. Thank you so much.” We embraced and he lifted me onto the bed for some after care. Besides lotion, his form of aftercare always makes everything completely better.

~o~

This story was written by my friend Lori back in 2008. At that time many of us who blogged together really did spend too much time on the computer. I guess I still do. My thanks to Lori and as always I'd love to have a story from any of you. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revival - From the Journal of Dr. Spankenstiein

I am so happy that Friday has finally arrived, and with it another wonderful story. This one is from a man's point of view.

From the Journal of Dr. Spankenstein

She’s waggling again. This behavior would have likely gone unnoticed by the casual observer. But being a trained scientist, I notice these things: the subtle sway of her hips, the sparkle in her eyes, her out-thrust chin. Just as honeybee workers perform their waggle dance to relay information to their sisters in the hive, my mate performs hers to relay her need to me. It is such a primal part of her that I doubt if she even knows she’s doing it. If I’ve read her correctly, she is need of a recreational spanking.

Penelope and I had been married almost 6 years before we discovered her need for spanking. Coming from a very proper background, it had taken her a while to loosen up enough to experiment in the bedroom. We tried light bondage a bit, but we really struck a chord when I lightly spanked her bottom. She really took to it and asked that it become a permanent feature in our play. She even took a subscription to Sassy Lady, a magazine that featured fantasy spanking stories. We even purchased a few tools of the trade. She began to crave more severe treatments. She had truly found her niche.

This changed 4 years later with the birth of our first child. We no longer had the time, energy, or privacy. After nearly a decade of Penelope either being pregnant or lactating, we finally got our bedroom back to ourselves. She began to crave it again. Her favorite magazine had gone under during our hiatus. She struck out on the internet and discovered a bold new world. Like a bee sampling flowers, she sampled blogs and sites until she found the perfect fit for her. It seems she really likes a mix of domestic discipline and erotic spankings. She bravely explained her needs to me and I have worked diligently to fulfill them.

Being a trained observer, I’ve learned to look for the verbal and nonverbal cues that she displays to work out the actions that best address her needs. I’ve concluded that she needs two different treatments depending upon the situation. The first is what I call a therapeutic or punitive spanking when she is under a lot of strain or has wronged a friend or family member. Most of my cues are verbal. She could be snapping more frequently at the children, using the flat “I’m fine” voice, or The Voice (think Hillary Clinton after being asked an unflattering question). These are the more severe spankings that contain harder strokes, last longer, and usually involve multiple implements. The act is almost an act of contrition or emotional release for her and she is usually greatly relieved and calmed afterwards.

The other type, I’ve labeled a recreational spanking. In this case the horny little minx simply wants her bottom reddened for the sensation of it. My cue for this one is usually nonverbal, she waggles. This is the type that I’m faced with tonight. After we’ve gotten our brood to sleep, I instruct her to lock our bedroom door, disrobe, and get on all fours on the bed. I start out slow by rubbing and kneading her shapely bottom to increase blood flow in the target area. I then give her a rapid succession of bare-handed swats. This is followed by more kneading and rubbing. Since she has been particularly good this week, I next use her favorite paddle, a medium-sized hardwood paddle with lots of thud. 

After about a dozen whacks with this beauty, her skin becomes flushed, her knees begin to weaken and her reddened little behind begins to perform a very different waggle dance, one whose meaning is both unmistakable and irresistible………oh yeah………I think we’ve created a monster.

~o~

I do like a story from the man’s point of view. We don’t have nearly enough input from some of the guy out here. This was written by Carye’s Papa Shrek. Carye was a very active participant out here many years ago and I'd sure love to see her back. If you, or your man, would enjoy trying a story please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revival - Birthday Wishes

You will fine one of my favorite spanking themes in this weeks Fantasy Friday. I mean who doesn’t crave a good birthday spanking? And I think this is an especially good one. This one was written my my friend Terpsichore, a friend who is still blogging at A Place to Share. I hope you enjoy...

Birthday Wishes 

"Here" she said, passing him two boxes wrapped neatly in silver paper.

"But it's your birthday" he replied looking at her confused.

"I know" she smiled sarcastically. "When was the last time you bought me a birthday gift?"

"Now that's not fair," he laughed. "I've brought you home flowers before and given you a card,” but the twinkle in his eyes showed that he knew it had been a long time.

"Well, these gifts aren't flowers but I promise I will enjoy them...and hopefully you will too...if you choose to open them." She smiled seductively and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "Open the smaller box first."

"What exactly are in these boxes?" he asked intrigued.

"Only one way to find out" she giggled nervously as she left the room. "Have a good day at work."

"I love you”, he called as he heard her run up the stairs.

"I love you too," she yelled back.

"Happy Birthday!"

Sarah and Chris had dabbled in erotic, playful spankings for a while as a way to spice up their marriage. They had been together a long time and they were happy - or they thought they were. They had a relationship based on love and friendship. They had the family they always dreamed of. They had a place to call home, careers they enjoyed, and amidst the every day challenges they had established a good life for themselves and their family.

However, in the process, they had lost themselves. They were so busy being parents and other roles they had to play day to day that they had forgotten who they were as a couple. Since they started spanking this all had changed. Sarah had always known she had a desire to be spanked, only she never knew how to express it. She felt embarrassed, confused, and ashamed. Why would she want to feel so submissive and vulnerable?

So she kept her fantasy a secret. Chris always loved giving Sarah love taps whenever she turned away or bent over in an inviting position. One day, she decided to share her secret. A whole new world opened to them. They started to fall in love with each other all over again. Now every year since she could remember she longed for the man she loved to give her a birthday spanking and every year she would tease and say "So I'm ready for my birthday spankings" and Chris would oblige with a smile and a single smack. Sarah wanted more. Much more. This year she had a plan. This year would be different...she hoped.

In the first box, Sarah placed a bottle of massage oil and a sexy red negligee with a note.
The note read:
My Birthday Wishes
1). I wish you would massage every part of my body, leaving nothing left unexplored.

2). I wish you would take a shower with me. I love when you wash my hair. And I promise to take care of you, too.

3). I wish for you to order me to put on the negligee. Do not ask me. Tell me with passion in your eyes and I will obey your request more than willingly.

4). I wish for you to give me a gift I have been dreaming about. If you dare, open the second box. If not then continue to #5.

5). I wish for you to make passionate love to me.

In the second box was another note.

I wish you to give me a real birthday spanking. 36 - no less, plus one for good luck, first with your hands, your strong magic hands I adore. Then with this.

Wrapped in tissue paper was a leather paddle, the same leather paddle she had seen before and fantasized about, the one with roses embroidered on it. She just knew when she saw it she wanted it and she dreamed some day Chris would surprise her and take her over his knees and spank her. She had never felt anything but his wonderful hands and oh, how she loved feeling his hand slowly caress her bottom and make it blush with each delightful smack. But she knew he was afraid to go any further and she was always left wanting more.

She knew her plan was silly, corny even, but somehow it was easier than going and telling him directly what she desired, what she craved, what she needed. And she knew he would not do it on his own. So now she waited with anticipation for what seemed like an eternity. She waited at the top of the stairs and watched the car pull away as Chris left for work. Then proceeded like any other day. Drive kids to school, go to the store, put groceries away, do laundry, pick up kids from school, play, check email...only her mind kept wandering...

By the time Chris came home from work, Sarah was already wet with desire from the possibilities that lay before her. No words were spoken as he kissed his wife hello. He hugged his children. They sat down to enjoy dinner together as a family. It was just like any other evening. Sarah wished she could read his mind and know what he was thinking. Fortunately she was able to distract her thoughts for a moment. The children helped sing happy birthday and blow out the candles on her birthday cake. They gave her a card they made especially for her that she knew she would save forever. Then Sarah and Chris read stories and sang songs and tucked the children into bed.

Now, it was just the two of them. Now the thoughts all returned. The burning desire. There were butterflies in her stomach. Sarah took a deep breath. Chris took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He smiled and looked at her lovingly. His hand brushed through her long hair as he pulled her close and they kissed. It amazed Sarah that after all these years she still felt the same spark she felt as the first day they met. He then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. He kissed her neck sending shivers down her spine. "Go take a shower" he said. Just hearing his voice so strong giving her a gentle order made her feel light on her feet and as she turned to go he gave her a sharp smack making her gasp.

He joined her in the shower and their bodies became entangled as the steamy water awakened their senses. After they finished their shower together, Chris led Sarah into a candlelit bedroom where he gave her a luxurious massage. Sarah was already feeling amazing and any faintness of stress disappeared with his every touch. He left no part untouched just as she wished and he quickly brought her to ecstasy. She then returned the favor and thanked him in his favorite way. They meshed as one and made love and then collapsed on the bed together in complete satisfaction. It had been wonderful.

Everything had been wonderful. How could she expect anything more? She felt selfish wanting more...but she did want more. She tried to hide her disappointment, but like a mirror Chris could see exactly what she was feeling and whispered in her ear, "Your birthday isn't over yet." She blushed. "Over my lap" he said “Someone has been awaiting some birthday spankings, yes?" She could hardly breathe. Birthday wishes do come true she thought. It had now been the perfect birthday.

Sarah and Chris both fell asleep snuggled up close and content in each other's arms. It had been a perfect birthday. In the morning, Chris left for work early kissing Sarah good-bye. She smiled at him lovingly. She decided to get up and start the day before the children awoke. She stopped to take a glance at her birthday present in the long oval mirror in their bedroom. The blush on her bottom was almost faded now, but the memory was still there. As she came into the kitchen, she noticed a gift on the table. On top of it was a note,

My dearest love,

You did not give me the chance to give this to you yesterday on your birthday.

With all the love in my heart,
Yours Forever and Always

P.S. - For someone who wishes to be submissive, you were certainly in control of everything that happened last night. Since it was your birthday, I was happy to humor you and let you be in charge, but tonight it is my turn. I arranged for the children to be picked up from school by Grammy and I will be arriving home early. I expect that you will be ready. Wear that red little thing you bought with your black garters and stockings and wait for me on our bed with my birthday gift to you opened and at my reach.

Sarah read the note quickly as she tore the wrapping paper. Her heart was racing. Inside was a wooden paddle. It looked as though it had been hand made. Tears streamed from her face. On the back, Chris had carved their initials with the words "forever and always in love."  At that moment she knew how much he loved her. And oh, how she loved him. Then her thoughts drifted to what was in store for her later that day. That wood paddle would certainly leave the blush on her bottom the next morning. Hmmm, perhaps she was going to get even more than she wished for.

And, she could not have been happier!

~o~

Thank you Terps! This was an excellent story and I wish you would write more. If any one is willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revival - The Bed, part three

* I hope you'll come by the Reading Room today and read today's snippet.

Happy Friday to you all! This is the last part of our three part Fantasy Friday. You can read part one here and part two here. I did finally remember which anonymous friend wrote this - I called her Annie, and she is a fantastic writer. I'll have more from her in the future. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of ...

The Bed

Part 3

Tyler was a happy man. A beautiful wife, a comfortable home, a lucrative and interesting career, and enough money in the bank to ride out any unexpected crises. Racing toward home at the end of a two-week sales trip Dan passed the time thinking over the past few months, and looking forward to a long weekend with Kerry. The last time he had arrived home early was the start of a whole new lifestyle for them. Remembering how uncomfortable he had felt when he discovered his wife's little secret he had to laugh out loud. No one could ever have convinced him that tipping her over for a thorough spanking was the key to saving their marriage but it certainly had. Not only were they closer than ever, but it offered an intimate solution that cleared the air, let them both know just what to expect, and their sex life was hotter than ever. Just thinking about her bottom growing pink with his hand prints caused an immediate tightening in his groin. Two weeks was a long time to be away, too long.

Dan parked his car and hurried to the house, leaving his luggage for later. Usually the sound of his car brought Kerry to the door to greet him, but she was nowhere in sight. Thinking she may be in the back yard he walked around the house to find music playing on the patio, the backdoor open, and no one in sight.

Growing worried he raced into the house calling her name. It wasn't until he reached the second floor that the sound of water running led him to the master bath. There she was, singing to herself, totally oblivious to his presence. He waited in the doorway for her to see him until his temper boiled over. Shouting her name he flung open the shower door, grabbed her by the arm and drug her into the bedroom-dripping wet.

"What are you doing home?"

"Never mind that, what are you doing home, alone, with the doors unlocked? Anyone could just waltz right in. I thought we agreed, the doors stay closed and locked when you are home alone."

As he talked, gritting his words through clenched jaw, he tossed his wet and slippery wife over the rail at the end of the bed and laid into her backside with his hand. The extra sting of wet skin soon had her legs dancing as she pleaded with him to stop. Afraid of punishing when he was scared and angry Dan soon jerked her to her feet and marched her to the corner.

"You stay right there until I come back, and no rubbing."

Hopping from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to cool her bottom, Kerry kept her nose pointed straight into the corner. The last time he made her do corner time she was sure he had gone downstairs so she started to rub and turn around just as she caught sight of him watching from the hall. She wouldn't be making that mistake again. No matter how bad it might hurt, not rubbing was way easier than starting all over. Sniffing, she did indulge in a softly whispered diatribe about brutish husbands who are never where they are supposed to be, but made sure her words could not carry to the wrong ears. He already had his shorts in a twist, no need to make matters worse.

Dan went to the kitchen and made himself a drink. She had the audacity to act as if he was being unreasonable. The whole neighborhood knew he traveled, anyone could walk right in. Determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget he left her waiting for over 30 minutes while he calmed down and then gathered a few items he would be needing. The old wooden spoon with the flat handle left her screeching whenever he used it on her thighs and this time he wanted to make sure she thought of him every time she sat down for the next day or so.

Climbing the stairs he was struck by how beautiful she looked, waiting for him in the corner, his handprints still glowing on her creamy skin, damp hair tumbling down her back. Wishing he could just take her to bed and forget the whole thing reminded him of something one of the husbands had said on one of the lists, that this lifestyle may be rewarding, but it is damn hard work.

"What if it wasn't me that walked in on you, Kerry? What if some stranger just wandered in? These are the things that drive me crazy and keep me awake at night when I am traveling. You just don't stop to think. Get into position on the bed. I plan to help you remember to lock the door for a long time."

Kerry scurried to the bed and slid under the railing. She hated being punished in this position, it left her spread open and wedged too tightly to wiggle. Plus it gave him access to parts that he couldn't reach when she was over his lap.

"Why are you being punished Kerry?"

"Because you're mad at me."

"Why are you being punished?"

"Because I didn't lock the door."

"Speak up, Kerry, I want to hear your answer."

"I said, because I didn't lock the door." She shouted, hating the way he made her participate.

"Do you deserve a punishment?"

"I suppose."

"Back to mumbling again. Do you deserve to be punished?"

"YES! Will you just get it over with, please, I don't have all day."

"I can see that this is going to take some time. Let's start over, shall we?"

Pulling on her hips he made certain she was wedged tightly in place. Seeing his handprints from this position showed clearly how ineffective the OTK position really was. The lily-white skin stretched tightly from the bottom of her buttocks to the back of her knees was very conducive to lesson learning. How lucky he was to have discovered this by accident, and the husbands he had shared this with were all reporting amazing results. Even for wives who had grown immune to regular paddling.

Making sure her legs were spread to his satisfaction, he began applying the spoon in rapid strokes to her bottom, covering his handprints with a deeper mottled red. Starting down the backs of her thighs had her squealing before he had finished one leg.

"Why do you deserve to be punished young lady?"

"Because I broke a rule, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, that's enough, please stop."

"I think we have a ways to go before I can be certain you will remember to lock the door every time."

Starting at the top of her cleft he methodically placed five swats to the same spot before moving down her cheek and repeating. Working slowly he covered every inch to one knee, then started the other side. When he had her undivided attention, he turned the spoon around, grasping the broad spatula-like end he had been using in his hand. The narrow, flat handle was like a ruler and fit perfectly to stripe the inside of her thighs and the crease at the juncture of her bottom and legs. This was pure punishment and had her sobbing incoherently with the first strike. Steeling himself to ignore her misery he made sure she would think of this every time she moved for the rest of the day. Finishing up with several extra hard cracks across her sit spot he tossed the spoon onto the bed but left her in position. With a hard punishment her skin seemed to writhe in memory even after he stopped. He knew she was burning up, and desperately wanted him to comfort her, but that was the difference between true punishment and maintenance, or pleasure spanking. This was meant to teach a lesson that would be remembered long after the burn subsided. Gently, he eased her out from under the rail and helped her to the corner. Placing her hands on her head he guided her nose into position and took a seat. She knew better than to move her feet, but the need to soothe herself had her shifting her weight from foot to foot, vainly trying to ease her discomfort.

Experience had taught him that offering comfort too soon made the lesson less effective. He had surprised himself by finding the whole spanking process very erotic, and much preferred to spank and tease as a method of foreplay. But Kerry needed true discipline, and it was his job to provide it. Once she settled down, and had had a chance to think about how she came to be in a corner with a fire engine red butt then he could get to the parts he liked best.

Quietly he eased out of the room and went to get a cool cloth and a glass of tea. He wanted everything ready for her. Once the tears stopped and he let her out of the corner she desperately needed to reconnect. It amazed him that she was so fierce in her arousal after even the most brutal punishment. Sighing, he wondered if he would ever understand this fey creature he married, and headed upstairs to make love to his wife.

~o~

Thank you Annie! You have kept us entertained. I'm always looking for new stories - long, short, fiction or maybe something you actually experienced. Please send any story you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com