Fantasy Friday - Fate, II

Happy Friday! I'm off tomorrow to meet a blogging friend tomorrow. And I'm very happy and excited by the prospect. I'll tell you all about it soon. Today is a repost of a great story. I hope you like it, it's by one of my very favorite writers. I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Please enjoy ...

FATE

Cal Warner walked into the rental office of his new apartment complex tired and hot. After three days on the road he wanted to get the truck unloaded, find clean clothes and drink a cold beer. All of the arrangements had been made over the phone by the personnel office, he just had to load and unload the truck at both ends. It was a lot of work but he had found that he was more efficient with his own equipment, and he felt more at home with his own furniture. He wasn't exceptionally tall, just under six feet, but he was so large it made him seem taller. His massive shoulders required custom tailoring for everything beyond t-shirts, and furnished rooms just didn't cut it.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She didn't even look up, just waved to indicate she would be with him in a minute, and continued a chattering into the phone. A conversation that seemed to be about a rather disappointing date the previous night rather than work related.

"Miss, I am in a hurry, if you could just get my keys for me you can get on with your personal life."

"I will be with you as soon as I am finished."

Cal counted to ten, struggling to keep from ripping the phone out of her hand. She was a pretty girl, didn't look as snotty as she acted. Deep into her conversation she seemed oblivious to his anger. Cal leaned forward, looming over her desk, and pushed the button on her phone, ending the call.

"Now that you are finished with your call, perhaps you would be so kind as to get the keys to unit 608?"

Josie Hayes jumped to her feet, eyes flashing.

"How dare you hang up on an important call? I don't know who you think you are, mister, but you can apologize now."

Cal looked at her, damn she was a looker, especially with her face flushed and her chest heaving. Most women were too skinny for his tastes; he liked his women to look like women. Plenty of curves for a man to sink his hands into. Miss Hayes, according to the nameplate on the desk, was a perfect example. Tall, at least 5'9", full figured with dark hair pulled back from a lovely heart shaped face. No wedding band, that was a good sign, he could take care of her attitude later. Just the thought of those full, soft lips made him stop and start over, just in case they might get to be friends.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hayes, I am Cal Warner." Engulfing her hand in one of his, he held on firmly. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I am the new tenant in 608, and I need the key so I can unload that big truck that is blocking your drive." Still holding her hand, he smiled sincerely into those big brown eyes.

Taken aback by his sudden change Josie found herself drowning in the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He wasn't her type; she liked smooth, polished professional men, not big hulks in sweats. With his crew cut and deep tan he looked like a construction worker, not someone she would date. His hand was like a rock, it completely engulfed hers, and there was a disturbing current running between them. He may not be her usual type, but there was no denying the attraction.

"Ah, Mr. Warner. We were not expecting you until tomorrow."

"I drove most of the night so I could get settled in and get to know the area before I start this job. Are there any good restaurants close by? I'll be famished by the time I get unloaded. In fact, maybe you could join me for dinner? Consider it your good deed for the day, helping a stranger get a decent meal."

Josie was confused to find that she very much wanted to spend time with this man, who still held her hand captive. Her automatic no, came out yes.

"Grab that key and let me get started then. I'll come by here for you at 6, pick someplace casual in case I can't find time to unpack."

She picked up the key only to find he had snatched it from her and run out the door. He may be a construction worker but he sure did look good. What could it hurt to have dinner, after all, she and Jason were over and there was no one waiting to take over her dance card. He might not be the man of her dreams, but he could make a very nice man of the moment. She couldn't wait to call Donna back and tell her all about the guy in 608.

Cal unloaded the truck with the ease of long practice, set up his computer equipment, showered and changed with time to spare. At promptly 6:00 he walked into the rental office more than ready for a good meal. Josie had to look twice to recognize the construction worker from earlier. Dressed in a sport coat and tie he looked much more presentable. Revising her original plan for a quick bite at the diner she decided to take him to Bella's. The food was always good, Bella was sure to be there to help break the ice, and it was Saturday so Jason would likely be there as well. A nice dinner and a chance to rub her "date" in. She was just glad she had worn a dress to work, it made it look like they had planned a nice night out.

Bella's was crowded, as usual, but there was always a table for the owner's favorite niece.
Over a glass of wine they discussed the menu, she steered him toward the special, always a safe bet, and cautioned him to save room for the pastry tray. As they lingered over dessert Cal found her attention wandering.

"Is there someone in particular you are looking for?"

Josie blushed, caught in the act of searching the room for Jason.

"No, just looking around, a lot of my friends come here."

With her usual impeccable timing Bella breezed up to their table hugged Josie and demanded an introduction.

"This is a new tenant, Cal Warner. He just moved in today so I am showing him around this evening."

Bella turned an appraising eye on Cal as he shook her hand.

"Pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place and your food is fantastic. Best Italian I've had since my grandmother passed away."

"Oh honey, this is great restaurant food, but home cooking is what you miss. Get Josie to bring you around Sunday afternoon. I'll dish up some family food."

Bella left the table chuckling to herself. Little Josie finally found a man worth looking twice at and he seemed like a no nonsense kind of guy. Not the type to put up with Josie's foolishness, exactly what she needed before she made the mistake of marrying one of those wimpy, self-centered idiots she normally dated. In fact, this one reminded her of her late husband. Just the thought of Josie in the hands of someone like her Anthony had her laughing all the way to the kitchen.

Cal watched Bella stroll off, hips swaying, laughing and waving to customers. He hadn't seen Josie's mother yet, but if the aunt was any indication she would mature into a fine looking woman in her later years. He glanced up just in time to see a young man headed for their table and he looked like trouble. Walking with the deliberation of someone who's had one too many he marched up and demanded an explanation.

"Just what are you doing here? And who is this man? We decided last night to see other people and here you are, not twenty-four hours later with someone else? No wonder you were okay with my decision to date around, you had already started."

"Cal Warner, pleased to meet you. I didn't catch your name."

Standing up and taking the young man's hand Cal gently steered him away from the table and out the front door. Jason looked somewhat bewildered, not sure how he arrived in the parking lot.

"I am Jason, and I am Josie's boyfriend."

"Well, Jason, I thought you said you wanted to date other people. Guess that means you used to be Josie's boyfriend. Now, tonight she is here with me. If you two have unfinished business that is between you and Josie, but you'll need to discuss it another time."

His voice low, Cal tightened his grip until Jason mumbled his agreement, no point in making a scene his first night in town. He stood outside until Jason stumbled off then returned to the table to find Bella sitting with her niece.

"Did he try to cause trouble? He can be really nasty when he's drinking."

"No trouble at all. I just explained things to him and he went on home. Which is where I need to be going. It was a pleasure Bella."

"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Warner. Don't forget about Sunday dinner. Night, Josie."

The drive back to the apartment was silent. Josie figured he must be mad about the way Jason acted. Oh well, he wasn't her type after all.

"Just drop me at the office."

"I'll see you to your door, it's late and I don't want you walking through the dark lot."

"I just live in the building behind the office, silly. I'll be fine."

"Then I'll park at my building and walk you home."

Josie shrugged, no point in arguing. It was a beautiful night for a stroll and they took their time. At her door she turned her face up for a goodnight kiss only to have him take her hand and thank her for an "interesting" evening. Stomping her foot, she jerked her hand free.

"Of all of the rude, obnoxious things to do. I save you from a lonely dinner in a strange town and you act like you are too good to kiss me?"

Grabbing her arm he cut off her tirade by pulling her into her apartment and closing the door.

"First of all, do not ever yell at me in public. If you have something to say show me the courtesy of doing so in private. Second, I was showing respect. You don't know me well enough to kiss me, but I had hoped maybe you would be interested in getting to know me. Now I'm not sure I want to know you. You have been rude, selfish and thoughtless the entire time I have been with you. You didn't go to be with me, you drug me in there to show off like a trophy to get your boyfriend riled up. Last, you should count yourself very lucky that I don't have a personal interest in your life. Goodbye, Miss Hayes."

He walked out, just turned around and left. Josie was livid. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come back and apologize, pacing back and forth. Finally, determined to tell him exactly what she thought of him she marched herself to his door and laid on the doorbell. As the door was opening she started.

"How dare you walk away from me? I will not be treated that way and I'm not leaving until you apologize. In fact…"

In the middle of her speech she realized he was standing in the doorway, hair tousled with sleep, wearing a pair of faded jeans unbuttoned at the top, his wide chest bare.

"I am giving you one chance to go home and we'll pretend this never happened. Take it, or I will give you everything I think you've got coming to you."

The thought of those arms around her stopped any smart retort. Maybe she should give him a chance to "get to know her" after all. He looked like some kind of fantasy leaning on the door jam, half dressed.

"Just what did you have in mind?" She purred.

"You asked. Just remember that."

Taking her arm he drew her into the living room and seated her on the deep leather couch.

"I don't expect you to understand, somebody should have done this a long time ago."

Leaning forward for the kiss she deserved she was shocked to find herself thrown over his lap, her struggles useless as his arm circled her waist. Shrieking with indignation she flailed helplessly as he raised her skirt and brought his hard hand crashing down on her tender bottom so hard she could feel the imprint of heat it left behind. No one had ever treated her this way. Soon the fire in her bottom made it impossible to shout and she hung, sobbing as he spanked long and hard. Finally, he stopped.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"NOOOOOO." She wailed, as the spanking continued. Every few minutes he stopped, and asked again, until he got the answer he wanted.

"I'm sorry, I was rude, please stop. I'll be good, I promise."

"Now that we both understand why we are here I'll get on with your punishment."

Sobbing loudly at the thought of more Josie endured a good five minutes of steady spanking that left her entire bottom red as beefsteak. His hands were huge and hard as oak, she never imagined something could hurt so badly. Finally it was over. Cal gathered her up into his arms and held her while she cried. Stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. Cradling her gently against his chest, the same hand that tormented her now cupping her hot bottom gently. When she finally stopped sobbing and he had dried her tears he tipped her chin up forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I do not tolerate rudeness. I do not expect to be treated with disrespect. When you misbehave, you will be punished. Now, we know each other well enough to kiss."

Josie surprised herself by melting into his arms. She didn't like the spanking one bit, but after, she felt safer and more content than ever before.

~~oo0oo~~

I loved this one! And as I said, of my favorite authors - my anonymous friend who has written so many great stories for us. My thanks to her and if you liked this weeks story you will be happy to know that there is a chapter 2 to this story and you can read it here next week.

I really, really appreciate those of you who have shared new stories with us lately. I hope more of you are considering it. Keep thinking and if you are willing to share one, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - Safe Word II

Our Fantasy Friday repost this week is not only a wonderful read, it also point out some issues that can arise when we don’t communicate! A spanking relationship is great to promote communication but it also gives an opportunity for some problems when we don’t communicate as we should. Enjoy…

Safe Word

Serena opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the carpet from her vantage point bent over a stool in the master bedroom. She grimaced as the leather paddle came down hard on her bare bottom. Whack. Serena gritted her teeth. Whack. The paddle continued to fall and her husband, Rafael, began to whisper sexual suggestions as his spanks became caresses. Serena had prepared herself for a discipline spanking and really wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this type of play. Since the spanking started, she was feeling off emotionally and vulnerable. Even though she had a safe word, she wanted to be a good submissive and obey her husband’s wishes. Rafael alternately spanked and caressed along with an ongoing dialogue about his sexual feelings towards Serena. Normally this would be arousing for Serena, but today she continued to withdrawal inward and disconnect from the situation. She finally jumped out of position and clutched her arms to her chest. “I can’t do this,” she said in a desperate voice.

Rafael was confused, “What’s the matter?” he asked. He moved toward Serena in an attempt to comfort her.

Serena retreated and hugged herself tighter. “I can’t do this, I feel like a whore. I can’t stand the way this is going and I feel like I am being raped.”

Rafael was taken aback. He had been completely oblivious to her discomfort earlier. My God, he would never want her to feel uncomfortable, let alone like she had been violated. “Babe, what is gong on? What can I do?”

“I can’t do this tonight. I am totally freaked out!” She was near tears and she just wanted to run away.

“No problem,” Rafael soothed. “Let me hold you and take care of you.”

“I can’t,” Serena said. “I need some space. I don’t know what is going on with me.” She got dressed quickly and nearly ran out the bedroom door.

Rafael cleaned up their toys and got dressed. He went into the living room with Serena and looked at her with concern. Serena could see Rafael looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but she was in a weird state. She needed to regroup. She new Rafael cared about her but right now she was not sure if she could ever be spanked again without this horrible feeling.

The rest of the night progressed quietly until they went to bed. The bed always seemed huge when they were unhappy with each other. It was as if there was a physical chasm between them as real as the emotional one.

*****

The next day was excruciating for both of them. Serena could hardly look at Rafael. She was not mad at him but somehow hurt and scared. Rafael felt helpless. He did not want to make things worse by confronting her. They went to their respective jobs and got through the day. Both of them were lonely and confused and unsure how to solve the problem.

Serena called Rafael from work and told him some of the things she thought had set off in her moment of panic. Rafael listened patiently and reassured Serena that he would never hurt her physically or emotionally. He said he understood what had upset her and he was sure they could make adjustments and work this out.

The phone call had helped some, but Serena was still scared and out of sorts. She was not sure that she was willing to try spanking again. That panicky feeling was intense and certainly not fun. Should she risk feeling that way again?

Rafael and Serena spent another tense night disconnected and hurt. Rafael was extra gentle with Serena to try and convince her that it was safe to open up to him again. Despite his best efforts, Serena continued to be distant and avoided eye contact.

~o~

The next morning Rafael was at the end of his tolerance. He decided the time for walking on egg shells had passed. Serena was in the bathroom preparing for work. Rafael walked in and smiled, making a point to look her in the eye. “It’s time to get you out of your funk,” he said as he slid his arm around Serena’s waist.

Serena tensed slightly at Rafael’s touch. Rafael ignored it hugged her tighter to his chest. “You need a spanking. You know that I would never hurt you and you know I respect you. Tonight we will take care of this.”

Serena felt a chink in her emotional armor. She met Rafael’s eyes and nodded slowly. Rafael left the bathroom and got ready for work. When Serena came out of the bathroom there was a distinctly lighter mood in the room. She actually smiled tentatively and initiated a brief discussion with her husband. Rafael knew he had made the right decision this morning. He kissed Serena goodbye and went to work mentally planning the events to come that night.
*****

The moment of truth had arrived. Rafael took Serena’s arm gently and said, “It’s time,” he guided her into the master bedroom where the stool sat in the middle of the room.

Serena spied the stool and the familiar churning began in her stomach. Warmth spread from her bottom and her middle to her extremities. She hesitated in the doorway and waited for Rafael to prompt her. She hoped that he would put her over her knee and not bend her over the stool. She needed the physical connection with him.

Always seeming to know what she needed, Rafael sat on the stool and beckoned her over to his lap. He took her arm and carefully helped her over his knee. She was extremely nervous as she settled into this vulnerable position. Rafael held the leather paddle and tapped it lightly on her jean covered bottom. He increased the force and began spanking. He maintained a steady but easy rhythm. The swats were not hard and were causing little discomfort at this point. “Stand up and take down your jeans and panties,” Rafael directed.

Serena complied and placed herself across Rafael’s lap bare bottomed. Rafael laid the paddle against her bottom for a moment and then resumed the spanking. This time the paddle fell harder. Smack. Smack. Rafael kept a constant pace. Serena’s bottom was starting to burn. Each swat with the paddle built the sensitivity in her backside. Rafael spoke calmly as he spanked. “You know that I would never hurt you physically or emotionally, right.” He asked.

“Yes sir,” Serena responded as expected. Smack. Rafael continued to query Serena, “Do you have a safe word?” he asked. “Yes sir,” she replied without hesitation. “You know that you are to use your safe word any time you are physically or emotionally uncomfortable, right?”

“Yes sir,” Serena said humbly. Rafael put the leather paddle down and picked up the wood paddle. The first swat was jarring. Serena grunted and clenched her jaw.

“What are you supposed to do if you are uncomfortable during a spanking?” Rafael asked with another harder swat.

“Use my safe word sir,” Serena grunted. Swat. Swat. Swat. The paddle scorched her bottom in rapid succession. “That’s right,” Rafael confirmed.

Swat. “Now we have a few things we need to discuss about your behavior,” Rafael stated firmly. He spanked her twice hard on each cheek. “You blackmailed me into telling you where the hidden candy was by threatening that you would go out and buy candy if I didn’t tell you. Do you remember that?” Rafael inquired as he spanked her several times hard.

“Yes sir,” Serena squeaked. The pain was beginning to test her limits but she did not need to use her safe word. The wood paddle was the most painful of all of their spanking implements and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“You also drank three sodas and you know there are medical reasons for you to avoid sodas, right?” He smacked her hard with the paddle several times. “Yes sir,” she cried out. Now the tears were flowing freely and she began to feel remorse for her behavior.

“Just because we have a disagreement, that doesn’t give you free reign to toss the rules out the window,” Rafael lectured. He spanked her another six times and looked down at her, “right?” He said firmly. “Yes sir!” She howled through her sobbing.

Rafael put the paddle down and rubbed her bottom lovingly. Serena went limp across his lap and worked to slow her breathing and bring her crying under control. “Step out of your pants and bend over the bed,” Rafael instructed.

Serena noticed the cane on the bed and shuddered. Rafael approached Serena and picked up the cane. “I want you to remember what you need to do if you are ever uncomfortable during a spanking,” he said. Swish, crack! He laid a line of fire across the middle of her bottom.

“I am to use my safe word sir,” Serena breathed out.

“Would I ever hurt you purposely in a way that would make you feel badly?” Rafael asked. Swish, crack! Another stripe formed just below the last. “No sir,” Serena whimpered.

“I have always respected you and I would never want you to think otherwise, right?” He slashed the cane above the first two strikes. “Yes sir!” Serena cried out.

“Good girl,” Rafael encouraged. “I’m going to give you six more for your defiance with the candy,” he said. You are to count each stroke. The first stroke was hard across her sit spot. “One sir,” she breathed. He spanked her again just below the previous, “Two sir,” she gasped and grabbed the comforter for support. Her bottom was in agony and she began to sweat and tremble. The fifth stroke fell on the back of her thigh, “Five sir!” She yelled. Rafael paused to allow her to breathe through the pain. Number six was the hardest stroke low on the back of her thighs, “Six sir,” she grunted as she collapsed on the bed.

Rafael rubbed her back and her bottom while she sprawled, her muscles flaccid, across the bed. He gathered her up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair while she buried her face in his chest.

This had been an intense session and yet Serena was more aroused than she had ever been. She felt a powerful connection to Rafael and she longed to strengthen the intimacy she felt. As if on queue, Rafael caressed her bottom with increased enthusiasm. His hand ran up her bottom and around to her abdomen. He lowered his head and kissed her stomach below her belly button. Serena moaned in approval. His mouth continued to work downward until he found her hot and ready. She arched to him when his mouth made contact with her intimacy. Rafael loved the sweet taste of her and worked his tongue enthusiastically. Serena felt the heat begin to build in her middle as her bottom throbbed against the sheets. Rafael teased her relentlessly, sensing her building excitement and backing off just before she reached the peak. Serena rocked in time with Rafael’s ministrations and begged him to let her release. He groaned against her and brought her back to the edge. She whipped her head back and forth in agony while Rafael continued to drive her mad. This time he didn’t stop and she exploded in wave after wave of climax. Her entire body contracted in time with each wave of pleasure. She didn’t know if she could take the intensity of sensations.

After she composed herself, she reached for him, running her fingertips down his belly to feel his length. He was like iron. She unbuttoned his jeans and released him. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him and tested his arousal. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She felt him pulse as her mouth moved against him. She tortured him slowly over and over until he thought he would erupt. “Stop,” he panted. She moved her mouth to his belly and kissed and licked to give him a minute to recover.

In a surge of energy, Rafael flipped Serena on her back and pinned her to the bed. He held her hands over her head and descended on her breasts with his mouth. He was a wild man. His tongue explored her ruthlessly and he took her nipple in his teeth biting down lightly causing her to yelp. Her breath was coming in choked sobs. She was desperate to feel him inside her. “Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

Rafael pushed himself into her warmth. She cried out when he buried himself in her to the hilt. Lost in passion they were joined in bliss. They moved together urgently, rushing to the peak. Serena felt the friction of their joining, the heat on her bottom, the throbbing in her breasts and she started trembling. Her breath quickened and Rafael took her mouth and kissed her deeply. Serena was overwhelmed with the stimulation. Rafael took one big thrust and she cried out in another earth shattering climax. At the same time Rafael reached his peak with a passionate growl.

They both collapsed on the bed spent and sated. Serena rested her head on Rafael’s chest and relaxed. Her bottom still hurt and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for awhile. Rafael smacked her backside lovingly. “What are you supposed to do when you feel uncomfortable during play?” he asked firmly.

“Use my safe word Sir,” Serena replied. She looked up at Rafael and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said, “You knew just what I needed.”

~~o0o~~

This story came from a reader a while back. Jessica wrote several stories for Fantasy Friday over a year ago. All of them very good but this is what she told me at the time.

This story was based on something that really happened with my husband and me. Writing things down tends to help me process them and, you know, the sex part is just fun! My husband's approach to ultimately dealing with the conflict worked perfectly. When I gave this to PK, I really didn't expect people to focus so much on the "moral" to the story. I hope everyone enjoyed it; I certainly had fun writing it.

Jessica I don't know if you are still reading or not but I want to thank you for your story. Maybe you're still writing?? I'd love to have another from you. I haven't had any new stories in a while. If you have one to share please send it on. If you want to know more about Fantasy Friday you can read here. You can send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - A Promise Broken

Happy Friday! We have another revisit today but it's one I really like. I hope you will too but I really hope some new stories will come in soon! Meanwhile I appreciate many of you saying that you don't mind the revisits since many of these will be new ot my newer readers.


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A Promise Broken

Mr. DeSilva was surprised and puzzled by the look of panic on Annie face when Jonas walked in to the dinner. He had grown very fond of his new little waitress in the 2 months she had worked for him. She had met Jonas at the dinner the week after she started working and the two had moved in together shortly there after. Mr. DeSilva enjoyed watching the two of them together. Usually Annie face lit up in delight when Jonas stopped by. Something was obviously very wrong.

Annie was in a panic. She had almost convinced herself that Jonas had just been kidding to get her attention. But here he was. Jonas was supposed to have been gone last night. Yes, he had asked her not to drink if he wasn’t around and she had agreed, but the girls had asked her to go out with them and there seemed no harm in a few beers. But when Jonas had shown up at the pub unexpectedly he has pretty much caught her red handed.

He was quiet on the way home. As they entered the apartment Annie said softly “Jonas, I’m sorry. I guess it looks like I broke my promise but I only had a few beers. I just missed you and I thought going out with the girls would be better than sitting here moping.”

“Annie you remember what I said I would do if I found out you had been drinking without me?” Annie blushed and looked away. It always embarrassed her when Jonas threatened that he was going to spank her. He had given her a few hard swats over silly things. Once she had gone out and left the curling iron plugged in. When they came back in and found it he had given her two stinging swats to her bottom, which had shocked and embarrassed her. Since that time he had swatted her occasionally and had threatened worse. But she had really thought he had to be kidding. She was no longer sure.

She had tried to tease him out of his mood last night but hadn’t been in a joking mood. “Annie, you broke your word to me, I won’t break mine to you. In the morning, when you are stone cold sober you’re getting a spanking.” But she hadn’t waited around the next morning to see if it was really going to happen. Although she wasn’t scheduled to come in until 11:00 she had slipped out of the bed around 4:30 and come in for the breakfast shift. She knew Mr. DeSilva wouldn’t mind. She never expected Jonas to show up here.

Annie watched wordlessly as Jonas went to her boss. “Mr. DeSilva I need to borrow Annie for a bit. She and I were supposed to have a … discussion this morning but she left without talking to me. This isn’t a something that can be put off any longer; we need to go home for a while, I’ll have her back as soon as I can.”

Mr. DeSilva looked back and forth between his two young friends. Annie’s look of fear and guilt, Jonas’ look of serious determination – it didn’t take a genius to know what was coming. “Jonas, you sure this discussion is something that needs to take place?”

“Yes sir, it time to take care of this.” Jonas answered. Mr. DeSilva headed to the back and motioned for both of them to follow.

In the back Annie’s boss crossed his arms and looked sternly at them both. “Annie you know what Jonas is talking about?”

“Yes” Annie said looking at the floor.

“You willing to have this discussion?” he continued. “You don’t have to if you don’t think it’s fair, he’ll have to go through me if he is being unfair to you.”

Annie quickly looked at Jonas. In her heart she knew he was the first person to care about her, care what she did, care whether or not she kept her promises. It was that simple, he cared. She looked at Mr. DeSilva and said quietly “I want to go with Jonas”.

“Okay then,” Mr. DeSilva answered, “Jonas, take her home if you like but if you’d rather, my office is in the storage building out back. I often had … discussions with my missus there in the past. It’s private and you are welcomed to use it if you like.”

Jonas nodded to Mr. DeSilva and led Annie out and into the small office behind the dinner, as they entered Annie began talking fast. “Jonas please, I know your upset, but you can’t be serious about sp…spanking me. I’m not a child. This is just silly. I said I was sorry! I won’t do it again.”

Jonas wasted no more time. He pulled a straight back chair to the center of he room and pulled Annie quickly across his lap. Annie had never been in this humiliating position before, she struggled to free herself but a volley of extremely hard swats and Jonas’ firm admonition of “Annie if you don’t stop struggling and it’s going to be worse for you. You gave me your word that you wouldn’t drink if I wasn’t with you, then the first night you thought I was going to be away and you are out drinking with the girl. What did you think was going to happen, that I would say ‘Oh, never mind you can lie to me if you want to’?” As he scolded he continues to give medium to hard swats.

For the first time Annie could remember she was beginning to feel true remorse. In the past evading, pretending and out right lying had mostly gotten her out of trouble, not into it. But this was different; Jonas truly meant something to her. And obviously honesty was important to him. As the tears began to come Annie said in all sincerity “Jonas I am so sorry. I mean it! It never really mattered before when I broke a promise but I know I hurt you and I’ll never do it again. Please let me up it’s starting to hurt!”“Annie,” Jonas told her “I haven’t even started yet. And yes, it is going to hurt!” With that Jonas began spanking seriously. It was obvious that Annie had never been spanked before. Jonas did want to go overboard but he was also determined that Annie would have no doubt how seriously he took lying. Annie couldn’t believe how much heat was being delivered to her behind. She was on fire and still he didn’t stop. She cried, she tried to put one had a back to protect her throbbing, punished bottom. But Jonas quickly pinned her hand to the small of her back and continued until he felt he had done a through job.

Annie gradually realized that that Jonas had stopped spanking and was rubbing and squeezing her throbbing seat. As he helped her to her feet and stood to cradle her against him Annie was aware of throbbing elsewhere. Jonas kissed her tears away and said quietly, “It’s all over, I love you and it’s all over now. But Annie you need to know I took it easy on you this time. If you lie to me again your bare bottom is going to know the full force of what a spanking can really feel like. Come on I have to get you back to work.” Annie instinctively reached around and rubbed her aching bottom not wanting to imagine what it would have been like if Jonas had taken down her pants and panties. And while the thought was unsettling she realized she was almost as reluctant to leave then little office as she had been to enter it.

Annie heart was soaring! Someone actually cared for her, someone actually loved her. All her life she had looked for someone who cared. As they stepped back into the dinner Mr. DeSilva practical jumped at them. “Are you alright?” he barked at Annie before she could answer he rounded on Jonas “Is she alright?” Annie couldn’t help giggling at the scowl on his face, much like that of a protective bull dog. Annie looked back and forth between the two men who cared for her in very different ways she thought of the attention she had craved all her life had arrived, now she wondered if she was going to be able to handle it.

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This story is one that I wrote. Jonas and Annie are based around the story I ‘mind blogged’ for most of my life. This was the stuff of my teenage years (and beyond) fantasies. I keep thinking I would like to write more about them some day. Who know, maybe in my spare time!

So have you started writing yet? This invitation is opened to all my blogger friends, my non-blogging friends, or those friends I haven’t met yet that read here silently. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com