It was in the cards

What a tiring week! Coming back from our vacation week we hit review week hard. I’m on my feet teaching nearly every minute of the day. I don’t give them any seat work, I give a few test problems, I wander around while they try them then we go over them and see where folks had problems. Doing it for 4 classes every day really leaves me dragging in every afternoon. I can’t even think of the gym, I don’t want to do the wii, some days I’m too tired to pick up the darn computer – and that’s tired!

Wednesday is our usual fun, getting some alone time afternoon, something we were both looking forward to even through the tiredness. But I had to go back for an open house at work and Mollie came home early. She even beat me home so no ‘us’ time. Friday, however, Mollie and her friends had plans. Nick and I were both tired but when he invited me back to the bedroom for one of our favorite card games (our version of strip poker) I thought I could handle that. It’s really a game where you try to get to 31 in one suite. Now one fun thing about this game is that we use the point spread for the number of spanks each round and the really fun thing is that if Nick loses I get to give the swats. I’m no switch but letting him have a taste of our fun little arsenal is always a treat (and of course educational for him!) And in this case we decided the overall winner could have a half hour of pure pampering.

I was soon naked with a stinging bottom! I have no doubt that Nick cheated! Yeah I won a few hands but I doubt his butt was stinging much. Never let it be said didn’t pay off a bet. Nick got a back and butt massage. A few other placed receive some nice attention too. He finally had me to bend over the bed for him and we made love the olde way (Grace you would have been proud!) We don’t do this often and it always scares me just a little at first but this time was really good in every way. As we cuddled on the bed later Nick commented “Not too bad for two tired old folks.” So all you young people out there under 50, let me tell you – it gets better all the time!

Fantasy Friday, Help Wanted, II

* You may want to go by and wish Grace a happy birthday today she's turning 1,356,912,000 today.

Still busy here but the end is in sight. Not right on top of us, but in sight. I have family coming in this weekend and I'll be seeing my sister for the first time since the boys came for Christmas in January. So I'm hoping for a relaxing Saturday visiting with them all.

The Fantasy Friday today is by one of our favorite writers here - my old friend Annie-nomyous. I love her writing and wish she wasn't so busy these day these days so she could do more. Unfortunately silly little things, like making a living, is getting in the way. Fortunately we do have some of her older stories to read. Today we begin one of my favorites.

I hope you’ll enjoy…

Help Wanted

Seeking personal companion
for extended trip.
Intimate contact required.
Excellent pay, benefits for
well disciplined young woman.
100K for right candidate.
reply/picture to Box 56

Amy Nelson stared at the ad in the morning paper. It was a sign. She had prayed for guidance and this was it. A hundred thousand dollars! It was the answer all right. That was enough to pay off all of her debts, move to a safer apartment, even start taking some classes again. If she was real careful, maybe she could get a new job. Modeling lingerie was okay, but some of the men were kind of pushy, and her boss was getting insistent that they should “date”.

Quick, before she could change her mind, Amy jotted down what this opportunity could mean to her, and sent it off with a picture and her resume. For days she haunted the mailbox, hoping for a reply. After two weeks she resigned herself to getting out of trouble the hard way.

Dragging home after a “luncheon” show, which was comprised of drunken businessmen trying to cop a feel, Amy found a notice in her mailbox to pick up a package. She wasn’t expecting anything, probably another bill collector getting inventive in trying to find her ex. She tossed it in the trash.

Two days later the phone rang. Amy let it ring over to the machine as usual. The deep masculine voice caught her by surprise.

“Miss Nelson, this is RJ Drake. You missed your appointment today. I do not tolerate unreliable behavior, Miss Nelson. If you are still interested in the position, I suggest you contact me at once at 809-9000 with an explanation.”

“Oh my god, surely it’s not that ad.” Amy was frantic trying to remember where she was supposed to be and how she had forgotten. Hands shaking she dialed the number.

“Drake here.” His voice was curt, and all business.

“Mr. Drake, this is Amy Nelson, I am returning your call. I apologize for missing my appointment, I was not aware that I had made one. Perhaps we could reschedule?”

“Miss Nelson, as I explained in the package that was delivered to your home last week,”

“OH no,” Amy screeched, “I threw it out, I thought it was some dumb bill collector, I am so sorry. Maybe you could send it again?”

“Miss Nelson, my time is short, please do not interrupt me when I am speaking. If you wish to be considered for the position you must come for an interview today. I will send a car for you at your home address in 45 minutes, be ready.”

He hung up. Just like that he assumed she would be available, and she only had 45 minutes to shower, dress and do her hair. Muttering about how it would serve the arrogant SOB right if she didn’t go she flew through her closet searching for something that looked “companion-y”.

With only moments to spare she gave herself a last critical look in the mirror and sailed downstairs. A limo pulled up just as she reached the street. Very nice, at least Mr. Drake was a rich grump.

The driver escorted Amy to a quiet office building, directing her to take a seat until she was called. Too much time to think led to doubts, not sure why she had come, Amy stood to leave just as an older woman entered the room. With a curt, “follow me” she turned and walked briskly down the corridor, leaving Amy to trail along.
At a large double door, beautifully carved, the woman stopped.

“Mr. Drake is expecting you.” and she returned the way they had come.

Amy tried to be calm, took a deep breath and knocked lightly.

“Come.” She recognized the same deep voice from the phone call.

Entering the office, Amy was struck by how lovely it was. Not flashy, but quiet and comfortable. Then her attention was drawn to the man seated at a large desk to one side.
He had dark hair and eyes, seemed to be tall, and was wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his arms muscular and tanned. He was much younger than she had imagined, maybe 40, but looked as if he didn’t smile much.

Amy started across the room, hand extended, but was cut short by his barked order.

“Just have a seat so we can get started.”

Amy sat, flustered at his rudeness. He stared at her, looking her up and down.

“Stand up, and turn slowly. Face the door and bend over placing your hands on the floor.”

“But, what does”

“I asked you not to interrupt me when I am speaking.”

“That’s it, Mr. Drake, I don’t know who you are or what you are used to but I expect to be treated like a person. I could sure use the money but I reckon I can do without your attitude.” Amy drew herself up and turned intent on stalking out of the room with as much dignity as possible. To her surprise the man burst out laughing.

“Sit down, Miss Nelson. If we can agree to terms, the job is yours.”

RJ watched the conflict play out on the young woman’s face. She wasn’t lying about needing the money; his investigation showed her husband left her high and dry with a pile of debt. She looked younger than the 30 she claimed on her resume, wearing little make up and a simple suit she was perfect for him. Now to convince her to accept his terms.

“Miss Nelson, let me explain just what the position requires. I will be on an extended trip, in fact, we will be spending approximately three months on my yacht, visiting ports in a number of areas around the world. Do you get seasick?”

Amy shook her head, not trusting her voice.

“Good. I plan to leave day after tomorrow. Is there anything that would prevent you from departing at that time?”

Another shake of her head.

“Very well, I will tell you what your duties will be, if you agree we will draw up the contracts. I require a short period of secretarial work, less than an hour daily, to help with correspondence. I expect you to dine with me each evening; you will accompany me to any events that I might attend. Your wardrobe will be provided. I am an exacting taskmaster. I expect everything to be done my way. If you disappoint me in any way, you will be punished in whatever manner I feel appropriate. I favor old-fashioned, bare bottomed spankings for most transgressions.”

He paused there to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson and her mouth hung open, but she did not run screaming from his presence. So far, so good. If he had only thought of this sooner.

“Now, you will be paid $100,000 upon completion of the trip. You will receive a bearer bond in that amount that will mature in 90 days. Your travel expenses and a weekly stipend of $500 will be paid in addition to that. If you wish to accept the position you will need to go to this address immediately for wardrobe fittings. Do you have any questions?”

He couldn’t help smiling at the dazed expression on her face as she took the card he offered. She seemed rather confused by the whole speech.

“Miss Nelson, I will need your answer today.”

“Just hold your horses, Mr. Drake, I don’t work for you yet so don’t start bossing me. If I take this job we’re going to go on a cruise, write letters, go out to dinner and wear fancy clothes. I get a hundred grand for going and five hundred a week. You get to whup my ass anytime you want to but I don’t have to sleep with you and I can’t get off the boat once we start. Is that about right?”

“Not exactly how I would have phrased things but essentially accurate. Do you accept?”

“Throw in the wardrobe and you’ve got a deal.”

Pushing back from the desk JR Drake turned his chair and wheeled out to give the woman one last chance to change her mind. She took one look at his wheelchair, grabbed the card out of his hand and waltzed out of his office, leaving him to wonder just what he had started.

Several months ago he had picked up a small free newspaper while waiting for an appointment. He was shocked to find personals of every type, including some he was quite interested in. Apparently spanking was no longer a dirty secret. Just reading those ads left him with a renewed sense of his own isolation. After the accident that took his legs his wife left him for a polo player, said she missed having a “whole man”. Although spanking had been an integral part of their marriage she was unable to view him as the dominant partner after the accident. He couldn’t bear the thought of going through the same betrayal again, or worse, put up with a sympathy fuck from some woman who wanted his money. It never occurred to him that he could hire the job done, just like he did everything else. It took several months to get the ad written, bring himself to place it and then screen the applicants. There were some very odd people out there.

But it was worth it. Miss Nelson was perfect for the job. Smart and sassy, not afraid of a little work, didn’t even blink at the wheelchair, and she had a great ass. It was going to be a pleasure teaching her just how he wanted things done.

The next two days flew by in a whirlwind of activity. Amy quit her job, gave notice at her apartment, found a temporary home for her houseplants, went to several fittings and spent half a day at a spa, courtesy of Mr. Drake. She felt just like Cinderella.


The big day arrived and Amy was waiting, one small bag packed with personal items, when the limo arrived. First class travel was a whole new concept for Amy, no lines, no waiting. They were whisked through the airport to a private jet and on their way to meet the boat in Miami.

The first battle came over lunch. When the flight attendant took drink orders Amy asked for champagne. It seemed natural for her first luxury travel experience.

"That won't be necessary, just serve the usual drink selections." RJ leveled a cool look at her, "I don't serve alcohol at lunch. It dulls the mind and makes for an unproductive day."

Amy huffed, muttering under her breath about Mr. High and Mighty, until his hand slammed down on the table next to his chair.

"You will follow the rules, all of them. There will be no mumbling and no back talk. Unless, of course, you're interested in your first lesson over my lap?"

"You can hardly expect me to follow rules I am unaware of. Perhaps you could give me a list?"

"Sarcasm is not something I am fond of, young lady, and you certainly will be getting a list of the rules you are expected to follow. For now, eat your lunch and be quiet."

Amy sulked for a few moments but the spectacular view of the ocean soon distracted her. The hectic pace of the past few days caught up with her and she curled up in her seat for a nap.

RJ studied her sleeping form with interest. She was perfect. Not the pallid, underfed, unisex look of current fashion, but the ripe, full softness of a real woman. Her hair fell casually across one cheek in soft waves, the subtle highlights of gold threaded through the chestnut brought out the golden tone of her skin. She was lucky, he was a decent guy, not one to take advantage of her as some might. Just the thought of what could happen to a young woman foolish enough to go running off with a total stranger caused his eyes to narrow. They would be discussing that this evening. He spent a few minutes thinking about that discussion, her over his lap, panties sliding down, soft, white skin just waiting for his touch. The painful tightness in his groin reminded him he had work to do and it didn't involve her bottom. Reluctant to leave her, he spent the balance of the flight working on his laptop and watching her sleep.

*****

Amy wandered about, wide eyed. This boat was the size of a small country. Old gray eyes must be loaded to afford something like this. No wonder he was paying so well. Of course the whole spanking thing was pretty weird, but, her daddy had paddled her plenty of times and it didn't kill her. Besides, how hard could he hit with no legs to anchor himself with. And the wheelchair pretty well guaranteed there would be no embarrassing sexual situations. Things were looking better and better. Her cabin was larger than any apartment she had ever lived in, in fact her closet was the size of most of them. And the clothes were beautiful. Not sleazy, as she had feared. A typed agenda on her desk listed the activities for the rest of the evening as dinner, followed by a short work period, then a daily review, and even listed her bedtime. This guy must be some kind of time management nut. She giggled, wondering if tomorrow's schedule would include a time to brush her teeth and a potty break.

She finished dressing and was wondering how to find the dining room when a discreet knock on her door signaled the arrival of her escort for dinner. A polite elderly gentleman in a white uniform offered her his arm and answered questions about the ship as they went up on deck. A beautiful sunset provided the backdrop for a small table set for two. Amy nodded at Mr. Drake and allowed her escort to seat her.

"Ordinarily we would be having wine with dinner. As we do have work to complete this evening I arranged a light meal and we will have drinks after our work period." RJ signaled the waiter and they ate in silence.

"Don't you get tired of always being so uptight?"

"I prefer to think of my life as organized. I have scheduling requirements that a man with two legs would not need. I prefer my life to be orderly and well run. And I expect you to function with the same efficiency I require of all of my staff. Please follow me and we will get to work."

Amy hated the way he simply assumed she would follow. He had too many people jumping to do his bidding. It was giving him a big head. Well, she may be part of his staff, but that didn't mean he owned her. She wandered into his study at a leisurely pace, taking time to admire the décor and ignoring the man glaring at her from behind the desk.

"In lieu of work this evening we will be going over the rules for your employment. Here is a simple list of the basics; we will add any others as needed."

Amy sat down to read what she expected to be a list of her duties while on board. Before she was half way through she was on her feet, pacing, and growing angrier by the second.

"What is this? Do you think I am a moron? I can't be trusted to dress myself?"

RJ watched her with interest. It would seem she had not paid attention at their first meeting, nor had she read the contract she signed. These were all stipulations made in the contract, stated more plainly perhaps, but nothing new.

"All of the rules on that list were agreed to in the contract you signed, Miss Nelson. I am providing you with this list at your request. I do expect you to follow all of the items of our agreement, and they will be enforced, rigorously."

"What are you, some kind of nut? Let me guess, you get off on having control over women. Must be tough to do in that wheelchair. I guess being rich helps; at least you can buy someone to follow your orders."

"Miss Nelson, it would behoove you to remember that the person I have purchased for this trip is yourself. My motives are none of your concern. Please read over the entire list, this is the only chance you will have for clarification. Starting tomorrow I expect you to follow the schedule I will have delivered to your room each morning."

Amy tossed her curls and huffed, but sat. The list was long and complete. Her time was to be parceled out according to schedule, she would wear the clothing selected for her at all times, his wishes would be accommodated as to food, drink, work periods, she would not leave the ship unless accompanied by him, she would be available around the clock, but with a guaranteed ten hours sleep period, it went on and on.

"You make it sound like I'm your prisoner or something." she sniffed.

"On the contrary, Miss Nelson, you are an employee. As such you are expected to fulfill the employment contract you signed. We will begin your official duties tomorrow. However, there is still the daily review to complete. Please follow me."

He maneuvered his wheelchair to the center of the room, locking the wheels in place. Amy followed cautiously, watching him remove the arm supports and lay them aside. She was still baffled by his actions when he reached out, grasping her wrist and drawing her to his side.

"Miss Nelson, what does your contract say about the daily review?"

"That you will give me feedback on my performance at the end of each day."

"As well as at any other time I deem necessary. Today was your first day so I will be more lenient than you can expect in the future. I was displeased by your behavior on the plane but we will overlook it this one time. I will, however, be addressing the fact that you placed yourself in a questionable situation by agreeing to travel with a total stranger."

"But this is a job."

"Yes, it is, and before hiring you I made sure you were a person of good character. Did you make any attempt to find out who I am? No, you did not. I could be a psychopath for all you know. Our first lesson will be about taking better care of yourself."

With that RJ tugged her across his lap, he still had enough of his legs left to elevate her bottom nicely, slipped her silk skirt to her waist and was tugging her panties down before she could react.

"What are you doing? Let me go before I scream, do you hear me, I'll scream."

"Miss Nelson, please rest assured that the staff has been notified that I expect to make you scream and they will not be discomfited by any noise you might make. Our agreement allows for any discipline I deem necessary, as long, and as hard, and as often as I deem necessary. You accepted my terms and my money, now you will accept my punishment for your bad judgment."

His hand crashed down, and he reveled in the feel of her bottom flattening beneath his assault. He set a brisk pace, spreading a rosy blush over her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs as she wiggled, begged, threatened, and finally screamed. When she was reduced to simply crying he rested his hand on her bottom and waited for her to realize he had stopped.

"Let me up."

"Oh, no, we are not finished. I just wanted to be certain I had your full attention before we get started with your punishment."

"No. Wait, you just punished me, we're done, you can let me up now." Amy wiggled franticly trying to slide off of his lap and away from his hard hand.

RJ smiled down at the red bottom jiggling as she tried to escape. He had forgotten how lovely a woman looked during punishment.

"Please tell me why you are being punished, Miss Nelson."

"Because I shouldn't have come, and you're right, really you are right. I shouldn't be here. I'll catch a flight out tomorrow and we'll just forget the whole thing."

"Miss Nelson, I am very disappointed in you. This punishment is for your carelessness with your own safety. There is no question of you leaving. You have a contract and I expect you to fulfill it. Now that we are clear on why you are being punished we can proceed."

RJ pulled a small thin wooden paddle from his pocket and began paddling in a steady rhythm, all the while lecturing her on personal safety. Her cries shifted to the steady sobbing of a well spanked girl before he finished her off with a hard volley to the backs of her thighs and set her on her feet. She hopped around holding her burning butt, doing the spanking dance for several minutes before realizing her panties were at her ankles and her dress was tucked above her waist. She slid the dress down, quickly stepping out of the panties and tucked them in a pocket. His chuckle at that decision earned him a cold glare, and confirmed that he was no gentleman.

"I'll escort you to your cabin."

"That will not be necessary, Mr. Drake."

"A lady should not be wandering in a strange place alone. It isn't safe. Do we need to discuss safety again, or are you ready to go?" He smiled at the emotions warring on her face. Her fear of the paddle won over her desire to tell him off, but barely. Gathering her tattered dignity she allowed him to escort her to her door.

Alone at last, Amy crawled into bed and tried to make sense of it all. He was some kind of maniac, that was certain, and her ass was on fire. So why did she feel safe and snug here? She should be plotting her escape, not snuggling down thinking about him.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Yes, yes, yes – calm down there’s more, several more installments actually. I’ll give you your next fix next week. See now you have something to look forward to!

If you are willing to try your hand at a story please do. Remember everyone had to start with a ‘first story’ at some point. I wrote my fist one less than 5 years ago. I never be able to make my living that way, but it sure is fun!! Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Glub, glub, glub...

Help! I'm drowning in the end of year preparations! The end of the year testing is coming soon and that means I'm on my feet teaching/reviewing every period. I'm so worn out when I get home I don't even want to eat supper (though I do manage!) In my job this is a 6 week marathon so if I'm not here as much as usual, please don't forget me. Of course now that I don't have as much time to write, I even have some ideas for posts. On top of that Cassie wants to write too. And of course she usually get her way!

I may be going down for the third time but I'll be here whenever!

New York – without the kids

Note: Cassie is posting a new story if you would like to go by and visit.

Since our trip to New York was fairly short we tried to pack a lot in. Thinking back on it, it could be that the excessive walking was the children’s way of seeing to it we were too tired for anything but sleep once we arrived back at our hotel. Their evil plot nearly worked, but not quite.

Since we knew we would be out and about most of the time the size of our room didn’t really matter. The smaller the better actually which forced Mollie to stay at LJ’s. So we got the ‘petite’ room – and they weren’t kidding. There was a desk with a comfortable chair, a flat screen TV, a double bed, a small, but nice, bath and a tiny walkway between the bed and the wall to reach it. The bed was in the corner and I had to crawl over Nick to get out, he didn’t really seem to mind. We have a queen bed at home. I insisted on one years ago before I came out to Nick and I wanted more space between us. Since I came out and we are closer – mentally and physically – we really don’t need it. Unless the bedroom is very warm for some reason I think we could do with a single bed!

The nicest thing about the room was the lack of space. It seemed that my butt was nearly always within swatting distance and Nick, bless his heart, was in the mood. I think the greatest compliment to a spanko is to have your man popping your butt every time you bend over or even walk by and Nick was paying me as many compliments as he could!

Our second night there I crawled over Nick and into bed thinking of nothing but sleep. Nick, I’m happy to report, had other ideas. My wonderful husband began doing all sorts of wonderful and delightful things to me. The more he did the less interested in sleep I became. In the midst of everything he commented, “I’ve never made love in the Big Apple before.”

To which I replied “Really? Wow… I mean, ummm… me neither. That’s right, me neither!” (Nick has been my one and only and we had never been to NY together before.)

“Oh, you think this is a good time to be a smart ass?” Nick questioned, and then proceeded to turn me over for one of the best hand spankings I’ve had in a long time! He already had me heated up and the burning he was igniting on my derriere was really adding fuel to the fire. He had me squirming for sure before he finally stopped and went on to finish what he had started in the first place. What a night!

I saw my boys, I saw New York, I got to have my whole family together, and on top of that I got to make love and get spanked in the greatest city in the world! It’s going to be hard to top this vacation!!

Fantasy Friday, Love Notes, II

Today is a very special day. Love is in the air! I got up early to watch Charles and Diana marry so many years ago and I'm not about to miss the wedding of William and Katherine. I wish them much happiness. Maybe they're even spanko's - something that nearly always assures happiness. But regardless I think this is going to be a good marriage.

I love the story this week. I have no doubt you will too. And I'll have my post of our private time in NY up soon. Now please enjoy ...

Love Notes

Working in an office can be tedious. Sitting at my desk all day concentrating on spreadsheets, budgets and financial analysis is challenging, but not particularly emotionally engaging. Don’t get me wrong, we laugh and have fun at work. Okay, so maybe the average person doesn’t find far-fetched excuses for exceeding budget targets funny, but we have to get our entertainment some way.

There I sat. Pouring over my numbers, analyzing, rationalizing, and trying to get the damn computer to cooperate with me and give me the data the way I wanted it. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration as the email notification popped up in the corner of the monitor. I noticed my husband’s name as the email notice faded to the background. Hmm, I thought. Josh doesn’t usually email me during the day. When he needs something, he usually calls.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:35 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: meeting

Blake has jujitsu tonight. I'm feeling good. I want to try to get together tonight.

Josh

*****

Blake is our teenaged son and I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to get that “meeting” was a euphemism for a little grown-up fun. This was an interesting twist in my normally uneventful day. Knowing Josh, the “meeting” would be a little spicier than the average accountant might indulge in. We had been into consensual spanking for a number of years. Either for fun or discipline, he would make sure my backside was well attended to.

Intrigued, I put together a reply.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:36 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Oh? Are you going to make it worth my while?

*****

Snickering to myself, I sent off the email I knew would get his attention.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:39 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Oh! I am now. I know how to deal with brats.

*****

His reply came back pretty fast. I’ve got him on the hook now! I thought. Let’s turn up the intensity a little. With a grin, I shot off an answer.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:40 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Hmm. It seemed like last time you just wanted to get done with the naughty stuff and get to the sex…

*****

I didn’t get another email right away, so I tried to pick up my work where I left off. Fanning my face a little, I dove back into to my data and started shaping my report for senior management.

Although we had been married for over twenty years, Josh and I hadn’t played this type of game at work before. I value my reputation and hesitate to risk my executive title for a few silly games. But I was having fun today.

Just as I settled in to my task another email appeared.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:47 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You must be in the mood for something severe because you are sure asking for it. I am going to have to redeem my male ego and you are the one that's going to suffer. It sounds like a dare and I don't back down. I will win. You will be sorry.

*****

Oh my! Suddenly my pulse was racing. I knew he was only part serious and part playing. But this kind of talk was dropping me into submissive mode. Despite the flutter in my stomach, I had to add a little fuel to the fire.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:48 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

That’s starting to get my heart going.

We’ll see if you can handle me…

*****

I sent the email off smugly. Let’s see how he handles that!

At this point, I was pretty distracted. I looked at my screen with unseeing eyes and fantasized about what awaited me at home. Tapping the keyboard half-heartedly, I shuffled through some of my junk email to kill time.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

I plan to have you well in hand. You'll be begging and pleading. We'll see if you can handle me tonight.

*****

Okay, that got me breathing heavy. I wanted to be titillated. Forget about professionalism, I was horny! Looking for a little email sex, I asked for more.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Tell me what you’re going to do.

*****

While I waited for his reply, I was completely useless to the company. It seemed I was officially taking my morning break, because there was definitely no work being done. My head was filled with amorous thoughts and my body was starting to tingle in places that are not supposed to tingle at work.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Punish you until I hear true submission and acceptance. I want to hear in your voice and body that you belong to me. I want you to beg for release. I want you to beg for relief and then beg for more. I will leave reminders that will sting every time you sit. I will take you in whatever way I want and you will do so without question. You will be dominated in body and mind.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:06 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

How will you punish me? What if I fight you?

*****

Wow. I blew out a breath and tried to calm myself. Trembling hands reached for the keyboard when the phone rang. It took a couple of rings to clear my head and then I picked up the phone and greeted the caller.

“I had to go to the other office.” It was Josh, his voice husky.

Swallowing, I tried to think of something witty to say. Although words rarely fail me, I’m not great at expressing my sexual feelings out loud. “I not good at talking about this stuff.” There was an apologetic note in my voice. “I’m much better writing about my feelings, then saying them.”

“I know.” Josh was not deterred. “I had no choice, I’m in the car.” He paused. “Are you in your office?”

“Yes.”

“Close the door and touch yourself,” he ordered.

“What?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that here. My God. There’s not even a lock on the door.” I lowered my voice and stated the obvious. “I’m at work.”

“I know.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “You’re behind a desk. Close the door and rub yourself over your pants.”

“Just a minute.” I put him on hold and shut my door. Rubbing my shaking hands together, I picked up the line. “Okay.”

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low.

I ran my hand over my slacks tentatively.

“Put your hand in your pants and under your panties. Touch your clit.” He was calm but firm.

My voice was breathy. “Okay.” I rubbed myself slowly, picturing his hands on my body.

“You’re very naughty today,” he scolded gently. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking. I’ll take care of that tonight. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.” I was falling into subspace. Touching myself in my office at my husband’s command, pushed me over the edge. I was transformed from the tough executive, to the submissive wife in the course of fifteen minutes. Desperately trying to think, I wanted to give Josh some feedback. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

I pictured him stroking himself as he drove. My fingers moved faster as my passion built. My mind was drifting further away and the sensations in my body were taking over. Heat built in my center as I listened to him direct my actions. He described what he would do to me that night and my breath caught. “May I come?” I panted.

“No, you will wait until I give permission.”

Oh God. I loved and hated this game. “Please, may I come?” I pleaded.

“No. Wait until tonight.”

“I can’t take it. May I stop touching myself?” I whined.

“Yes, you may. But I expect you to be ready for me tonight.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, I will,” I said snickering. And I meant it.

I received one more email that afternoon. I guess he decided to answer my earlier email asking what he would do if I fought him.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You will take down your pants and panties and bend over the stool. If you resist, I will grab you by the hair and put you over the stool. I will tie your hands and feet so you can't move. I will leave you in that position exposed so I can stare at you for as long as I want. When I feel you are ready for punishment, I will remove my belt and whip you until you beg me to stop. I will move you to the bed and cane you from your ass to your knees. You will be a good girl when I get done with you. I will teach you a lesson for fighting me.

*****

Do you think I got what I needed that night? You bet I did and I was a sore but contented girl the next day.

~~~oo0oo~~~

.... sorry, I was taking a cold shower! The author of this wonderful story is Jess. Well I should say Jess and her husband since these are the actual emails they shared. So a big thanks to both of them! I haven't heard from Jess in a while but I hope she is still around and that she knows we are enjoying her story. So a big thanks to Jess and I hope that if you have something to contribute story wise you will send it on. I am always grateful for each person who takes the time to write for us and shares it with the rest of us. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

New York – a grate city!

No, that’s not a misspelling in the title, more about that later. Off to the big city we went, Mollie, Nick and I. I don’t like flying, well that’s not true, flying doesn’t really bother me. However, getting to the airport on time, parking, making sure you get the bags checked, getting through security, getting to the right gate, hoping your bags go with you… all that makes me tense. But we country bumpkins made it and we had a ball!

LJ looked so good. I think he really loves his adopted city and loved showing it to us too. He seems to be an expert on the subways. They weren’t nearly as scary as I was expecting them to be. I was lost most of the time but I just followed him or Collin. I enjoyed seeing their apartment – sooooooo tiny! I liked seeing where they worked, the parks they love, the area they hope to move to eventually (the village), the harbor area and my very favorite place in the city – the Skyline. This is an old raised railroad platform. When it was no longer used they eventually made a walking park out of it. Google it – it’s really great, beautiful flowers, water features, large wooden lounge chairs scattered about. At one point on it you can even see the Statue of Liberty.

Now for one thing you may not know about this famous city. Well first something you may not know about me – I have one great fear/phobia. Spiders, snakes and rats don’t bother me particularly. I don’t fear flying itself, I’m not even afraid of the dentist. Nope my fear is grates – I can’t walk over a grate, it freaks me out! And I believe New York City has more grates than it has true sidewalks! I probably walked twice as far as everyone else just going back and forth avoiding them. What do all those women wearing spike heels do? – and there were tons of them. So not only is it a great city it is a grate city too. I could have done without that second part.



In addition to seeing the city and visiting with the boys, Nick and I had some fun on our own too. Mollie stayed at LJ’s apartment so we had the hotel to ourselves! More about that soon. Our last night there I got a text from Mollie saying “I guess we can go now – I’ve seen my first prostitute and my first subway rat.” Yep, this trip had a little of everything.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter everyone! As you read this I am visiting in New York City with my boy! We’re all here, Nick, Mollie, LJ, Collin and me. This is a trip I've been looking forward to for a long time. I'm seeing my boys! I plan to give you a full report when we get back. Meanwhile I’ll just enjoy my family and I hope everyone out there is having a wonderful Easter with you loved ones.

Fantsay Friday, Take a Deep Breath, part two

And now here is the second part of 'Take a Deep Breath'. If you missed the first part you can find it here. Please enjoy part two.

Take a Deep Breath, part two

“C’mon Jazmin Nicole. Up you get.” Ashton told me and stood up holding out his hand so I can grab it. I didn’t at first, I wasn’t exactly resisting and I wasn’t complaining but I still didn’t want to grab it. “Jazmin the faster we get this over with the faster you can have my forgiveness.”

True but do you have any idea of how scared I am right now? My heart is going to literally pound right out of my chest.

“I’m being nice about this Jazmin. Don’t get me more upset than I already am.” Ashton warned. I don’t want to make him more upset, I seriously don’t. But it’s like I’m frozen and I can’t move. Before I even finished my thinking process Ashton started counting. “One”

Nope no movement.

“TWO!”

I swung my legs around and sat up looking at him with pleading eyes. Ashton didn’t do anything but sigh and grab my upper arm hauling me up. He walked me to the bathroom and made me stand by the tub. I didn’t like where this was going.

“WH-what are you doing?” I asked quietly. Hopefully to myself.

“Punishing you.” Ashton replied. A tear slid down my face when he said that. He wet a bar of soap and turned around and handed it to me. I stared at it like it was something I’ve never seen in my entire life.

“Three minutes little girl.” Ashton told me as I grabbed the bar of soap from his hand.

I couldn’t help it. I complained a little. “Three?” Another tear sliding down my face.

Ashton sighed and casted me a sideways glance. “Shall we make it five?”

I panicked. “No! I-I’m sorry.” I gave the soap a distasteful look and put it in my mouth, squinting as the bitter taste rested on my tongue.

Ashton was wetting a washcloth while I had that damn soap in my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up. But I didn’t I just stood there, tears running down my face looking at my boyfriend’s disappointment stare.

Finally the three minutes were up and Ashton took the soap from me and washed it off. I didn’t move because I knew what was next.

He lathered the washcloth in soap, making sure it was foamy as hell just to make this experience horrible. He turned to me and made me come in front of him.

“Open.” Ashton commanded. I opened my mouth, hopefully big enough and felt the washcloth being stuffed in. He held my chin with his free hand keeping it open while he scrubbed the roof of my mouth, my cheeks, my teeth and finally my tongue, getting it distastefully foamy. All the while I’m gagging and crying trying to spit out apologies.

“This is what’s going to happen every time I hear something dirty coming out of your mouth.” Ashton stated. I couldn’t say anything but I tried to nod a little while he’s still scrubbing my mouth. “Spit out, no rinsing.” Ashton commanded and let me go. He always lets me rinse though. But I just complied and went to the sink and tried to spit out every single last drop of the soap. I got most of it out but not all of it. I still had that disgusting bitter taste. I even tried swishing some spit around and getting it out. That didn’t work at all. Ashton just stood behind me and let me spit out the soap. It wasn’t long though.

“Alright that’s enough. C’mon.” Ashton said and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom. He led me back to the living room and sat on the couch making me stand in front of him. “Pants down.”

I messed around with the waistband of my pj’s for a minute but I didn’t do anything. I looked at Ashton and I started to whine a little. “Please Ash… Please don’t spank me.”

“You’re getting a spanking whether you comply or not, little girl. And if I were you I’d comply.”

I didn’t pull my pj pants down till I saw Ashton’s hands reach down to his belt. I moved. I pulled my pj pants down letting them fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them to the side of the couch. Still staring at the ground I didn’t move or anything I just waited to see what my next order was going to be.

Ashton reached for my hand and pulled me so I was to the side of him. I resisted a little but not too much. He pulled me and I fell onto his lap with my bottom straight up in the air. He adjusted me so my bottom was in the center of his lap and my feet weren’t touching the ground. He peeled my panties down and off throwing them aside. I didn’t like that cool breeze on my ass either. I moved a little and put my feet on the couch. I laid my head in my hands and waited for the first blow.

“Let me say this loud and clear,” Ashton started. “I love you Jazmin. I love you a lot. But this is going to be the spanking of your life. I want you to learn and achieve from this lesson, my dear. Understood?”

I whimpered at hearing “this is going to be the spanking of your life.” I started to cry a little harder too but I nodded slowly.

“I expect to hear a yes sir out of you, young lady.” Ashton said and smacked my bottom. It wasn’t a hard hit but it still hurt.

“Owwieeeee…. Y-y-yes s-s-sir.” I whimpered.

“Trust me dear, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen next.” Ashton reminded me. I cringed at that but took a deep breath and said to myself that I can get through this. “No reaching back Jazmin Nicole.”

No guarantees but I’ll try my hardest. Ashton rested his hand on my bottom for a minute before raising it and smacking it down on my fullest cheeks. I whimpered a little but that was only the first one. After that it was like hell. This wasn’t a normal warm-up spanking. He was spanking so fast and so hard each time I tried to yell it would get caught with another one. But he kept hitting the same spot. As soon as it got to 10 I lost count. I was crying steadily by now and wandered how long and much more I had to get through.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” I yelled. I normally don’t yell during this part of the spanking but I did and that’s because Ashton’s spanking me so darn fast. “A-a-OW-ash n-n-n-OWIE-not so h-h-OWWW-har-ar-OWWWW-ard.”

“I SMACK told you SMACK that SMACK you were SMACK going to SMACK, SMACK get SMACK the SMACK spanking SMACK, SMACK of SMACK, SMACK your SMACK life!” SMACK, SMACK

“I-I-OOWW k-k-k-OW-know.” That was when I reached back. I don’t normally reach back during a warm-up spanking but I did and I knew I was in for it. “A-a-ash I-I’m s-s-s-s-sor-r-r-ryy.”

“I SMACK told you SMACK not to SMACK reach back!” SMACK, SMACK

“I’m s-s-s-sorryyyyy.” I whined. He’s really letting me have it isn’t he?

“You will be. You’ll be one very sorry little girl. Give me your hands.” Ashton demanded. I put my hands back and he grabbed them with his left pinning them against the small of my back and started in on my sit spots and thighs. I literally screamed. I was squirming like hell feet kicking like crazy and all the while Ashton’s still spanking the living daylights out me, like he said.

“You better stop squirming and kicking.” Ashton said and spanked my left thigh three times then my right. He kept hitting my thighs and my sit spots making sure to get them a rosy red and throbbing like hell. I swear he was landing like two smacks per second. That’s how fast he was spanking me.

It must’ve been like 30 or 40 spanks later because I was bawling like a baby now, shaking horribly wishing to be held and cared for and wanting this to be over. Ashton released my hands and I tried to collect my tears but they were falling too fast. I swear I thought my ass was bruising, and that was just from a hand spanking. That had to be the hardest hand spanking he’s ever given me. I didn’t even notice him rubbing my back or speaking calmly to me.

“It’s alright Jazmin. It’s ok. Shhhhh…” Ashton cooed rubbing my back. I so wanted to be in his arms right now, I wanted to be cuddled with and loved but most of all forgiven. I still felt somewhat guilty but not as much.

“I-I-I-I-I-I is s-s-s-s-o s-s-sor-r-r-r-r-ryyyyyyy!” I choked out trying to contain my crying.

“I know you are baby. But you’re not done yet. You’re not forgiven.” Ashton said and stopped rubbing my back. I broke down again… hearing that 1) I’m not done yet, and 2) That I’m not forgiven. Do you know how much that hurts? Do you have any idea how much that pains me?

“You’re still getting spanked young lady. That was just a warm-up. That was for using such foul language with me. This is going to be for worrying me to death.” I felt Ashton put the cool wood of the brush on my bottom rubbing it in circles on it.

“NOOOOOO Ash please! Not the hairbrush! Pleeeeease!” I begged. I struggled for a minute but I settled down.

“You didn’t honestly think I was going to let you off that easy did you?” Ashton asked me. I put my hands back so he could grab them since I didn’t know if I was going to be able to contain myself. Ashton grabbed them and pinned them to the small of my back again. But that wasn’t a question I was about to answer but I didn’t have to because I felt the brush lift off of my bottom and crash down on it with a loud CRAAACK!!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. It’s been a while since I felt the hairbrush and now that I just got my first blow I don’t think I ever want to again. I forgot how much of a sting it impacted.

“You CRACK worried me CRACK to CRACK death CRACK Jazmin Nicole Carter!” CRACK, CRACK. Ashton scolded hitting me with the hairbrush once every two seconds.

“I-I-I is AHHH sor-or-OWWIE-or-orrrrryyyyy!” I yelled. He’s not helping with my guilt or my tears (which have renewed again).

“You better be Jazmin Nicole. I thought you were dead! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Ashton landed four quick spanks to my each of my sit spots. And four more to my left and right thigh.

After those I’m crying in agony, blubbering, trying to beg him for mercy. As you know he wouldn’t give it to me. He was going to teach me a lesson and he was going to severely punish me so I can learn it and it’ll sink in.

“You better not ever, EVER scare me like that again. Do you hear me Jazmin Nicole Carter?” Ashton scolded me hitting me three times on the cheeks, four on the sit spots and thighs. I think I yelled like hell. That shit hurts. I’m not kidding.

“Yyyyeeeessss ssssssiiiirrrr.” I stammered crying my eyes out all over again.

“Good. You better not. I’m going to make sure of it. That’s why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.” Ashton replied. I couldn’t understand what he meant because I was focusing on my throbbing bottom. I felt Ashton spread my legs and put his legs through mine. I didn’t know what he was doing but I didn’t like it.

“Wh-wh-what are doing?” I asked scared out of my mind.

“Teaching you a lesson,” Ashton answered. Then what I felt next was fucking unbelievable! Ashton picked up the brush and smacked my left inner thigh three times extra hard and fast. I screamed a note probably no one in the entire freaking world could hit.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I’ve never been spanked on my inner thighs before. That shit hurts like fucking crazy. I felt three more blows to my right inner thigh. Cue that ear piercing scream. Then two to my left inner thigh then to my right then three to my left inner thigh then back to my right. He stayed with that pattern while I was laying there uncomfortable, screaming my head off crying my eyes, heart, and soul out, feeling oh-so terrible.

Ashton kept spanking my inner thighs till they were crimson red and slightly turning little areas purple. He wacked my ass a few times before putting the brush down and letting me cry for all it was worth over his lap.

“Get up and go to the corner Jazmin Nicole. Hands on your head and no rubbing.” Ashton commanded me. He helped me up and I nearly fell down again. My body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs and my whole body shaking ten times as worse as before the spanking even began. I numbly walked to the corner with my hands on my head and leaned against the wall facing the corner. I was hyperventilating. This was the worse spanking of my life. I swear. This isn’t one of the worst this is THE worst spanking I’ve ever had. And I have a feeling it’s still not over.

I must’ve stood in the corner for 15, 20 minutes until my breathing calmed down and so did my crying and shaking. I was still trembling terribly but it wasn’t that bad. I prayed that entire time that Ashton would just hold me and love me, telling me it’s ok and that I’m forgiven.

“Come here little girl.” Ashton finally spoke to me. I gulped at little girl but I turned around and walked slowly to Ashton my head dropped and my eyes staring at the floor. I got to Ashton and I dropped my hands by my side but I instead hugged myself tightly, wanting to feel that love from someone but not quite achieving it. Ashton lifted my chin up and made me look into his brown eyes. He still looked pissed off and that wasn’t helping anything. “I’m going to be frank with you Jazmin. You’ve really disappointed me, probably more than you ever have. I want you to know that I still love you unconditionally and that’ll never change but what you did was something I’ll never tolerate. Understand?”

I was about to nod but I softly whispered a pathetic, “yes sir.”

“Do you remember what I told you the last time you ran away if you did it again?” Ashton asked. Oh shit. I knew he was going to. And I knew he didn’t forget either.

“Yes.” I murmured feeling like breaking down and crying again.

“What did I say?”

“You-you said you were go-going to wh-whip me-e.” I stammered. Tears rolling faster down my cheeks again.

“I always stick to my promises, little one. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Ashton said and moved down to his belt and started to unbuckle it.

I backed away from him with tiny steps shaking my head. “No-o A-ash Puh-leeeease not the belt. Pleease!!”

“I warned you what was going to happen Jazmin Nicole. And you decided to test it. Well you’re getting what you deserve.” Ashton said and folded his black leather belt over. “Now go over and kneel over the arm of the couch.” Ashton said pointing to the arm of the couch.

“A-a-ash pleeease. I beg you. You know my fear of leather. Pleeeeeeeeeease!” I whined. I knew I was going to get whipped but I didn’t want to. I’m scared of that belt more than anything in my entire life.

“Jazmin now. I know you’re scared, but this’ll keep you from doing something like this again. Now move it. Or I’m extending your punishment.” Ashton demanded. I moved as quickly as I could, sobbing now, scared for my life that I’ll never sit again and I’ll never make it through this. I bent over the arm of the couch, clasping for dear life to the cushion, since I knew if I reached back it would only extend my whipping.

“Thirty smacks Jazmin. Then it’ll be all over.” Ashton told me.

THIRTY?!?!?!?!? Jesus Christ that’s a lot! But I have to live through it. I felt Ashton lay the belt over my bottom then I felt it leave but not too long after it crashed down with a loud SPLAAAT!!!

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I screamed and there I went again, broken into sobs and shakes beyond your belief.

“You will never, EVER scare me like that again. Do you understand me?” Ashton scolded me spanking me three times with the belt.

“AHHH-OWWW. Yyeeeeeessss sssssiiiiirrrrrr.”

“Will you ever use that foul language with me young lady?” Ashton asked spanking me four times with the belt.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO siiiiirrrrrrrr.” I screamed.

“Will you start to respect my choices?” Ashton asked hitting me a couple times with the belt.

“Yyyyyyeeeeessssss ssssssiiiiiirrrrrr!” I yelled again.

“Will you ever act so goddamn immature again?” Ashton asked hitting me five times with the belt.

“NOOOOOOOO-OOOOWWWWWWW Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr!” I screamed bloody murder now.

“Good.” Ashton said and hit me again. This time on sit spots and thighs. I screamed again, my whole body shaking.

“A-a-a-a-ash-t-t-t-t-ton it-t-t-t hu-hu-hurts!” I screamed at him. Shit if he’s going to whip me and have such a mean expression he should at least feel what I’m feeling.

“It better hurt, little one!” Ashton commented and smacked me again. “It hurt me when you left this house and didn’t come home.” Cue another set of five. “It hurt me when you cussed at me and acted like you didn’t care.” Cue another set of three and an ear piercing scream. “And it hurt me when you thought I didn’t love you!” Cue those three.

“I’M-M-M S-S-S-S-O-O-O SOR-SOR-SORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!” I screamed and those where the last words I could scream. I was broke, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t talk anymore. All I could do was cry my heart out wishing to be forgiven and held and loved.

“If you ever do something like this again, I’ll make this spanking look like a whole lot of love pats. Understood?” Ashton threatened.

I nodded my head vigorously and to my surprising he accepted it and landed the last 2 on my sit spots and upper thighs and dropped the belt.

I was a complete mess. I was sweating like crazy; my hair was all in my face matted to it. I was hyperventilating again, gut-wrenching sobs was spilling out of my mouth and eyes. I was yelling every half breath trying to get air but couldn’t. My ass was raw and sore as fucking hell. I was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep. I was a mess. I looked like hell.

Ashton let me sob over the arm of the couch for a minute or two until I felt him lift me up and hold me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his chest wanting nothing more but to be loved and forgiven.

“Shhhhhh Jazzy. Shhhhhh. It’s ok… It’s all over baby… You’re forgiven sweetheart and I love you so, so much. Shhhhh baby girl. It’s ok, it alright.” Ashton cooed rubbing my back and bottom.

I was forgiven… I was finally forgiven. I felt an entire load being taken off my shoulders when I heard that. I finally felt better. I finally felt loved. And I didn’t feel guilty anymore.

I love you so, so, so much baby girl. You’re my baby, my love, my sweet, sweet baby girl and I love you more than life itself. Shhh baby its ok, it’s alright.”

“I-I-I-I lo-lo-love you-ou too.” I whispered, my crying finally starting to subside. That’s really all I remember about that night, being cuddled in Ashton’s arms hearing that he loves and forgives me. I must’ve fallen asleep in that warming embrace.

I woke up the next morning only in a t-shirt and a pair of panties on my stomach in my bed. I tried to move a little but it hurt so much. I wondered why I’m home. It’s Monday, a school day. Ashton said I was going to school today too. So why am I home? Well it looks like I can ask him because he walked into my bedroom and sat beside me. He kissed my head and moved all of the hair from my forehead, drying the little tears that were still left on my face. I looked up at him and he smiled a warm, happy smile and I tried to smile back but I was in too much pain.

“Decided to wake up on your own?” Ashton asked me, still smoothing out my hair.

“Nu-uh.” I answered still feeling really sorry for myself.

“Are you ok baby girl?”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “I love you Jazzy.”

“I love you too Ash. I’m so, so sorry.” I whispered quietly.

“I know honey. I forgive you. You’ve been punished and I forgive you.” Ashton told me and leaned down and kissed my lips with affection. I was on my side, even though it was hurting like hell but I was still able to kiss him back.

“Why am I home?” I asked when he stopped kissing me.

“You really think I’m going to let you go to school with a bottom like yours? I’m not that cruel, Jaz.” Ashton said and smiled a little. He lightly tapped my bottom and it hurt a little, but I didn’t whimper.

I softly laughed and tried to move a little but I couldn’t. “It hurts to move.” I whined a little.

“I bet.” Ashton said and kissed my head.

“Thank you Ash. I love you.”

“I love you too Jazzy.”

~o~

Antoinette, thank you again for your stories. I hope you will keep writing. Everyone thanks for coming by and reading and if any of you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday, Take a Deep Breath

Happy Friday to all! We are beginning our summer break and I couldn't be happier! This has been a particular busy week for me and because of that I have to ask your forgiveness for not putting pictures with this Fantasy Friday. Between my lack of time and my computer's excessive slowness at the moment it just wasn't possible. But this week we have a brand new story so I think it stands alone without the pictures.


This story is another from my friend Antoinette. She wrote a story for us a few weeks back that you can read here. Antoinette is a young writer with a different flavor. This is a long story so I've put it up in two parts. The end will be up tomorrow. I hope you'll enjoy ...

Take a Deep Breath

“Where in the hell are you Jazmin?” Ashton nearly yelled into the phone. He’s fucking lucky that I even answered.

“Why the fuck do you wanna know?” I asked sounding bitchy. He pissed me the fuck off. Just because he’s older than me he thinks that he can boss me around like some little kid. Well he’s dating the wrong girl for that matter. Yeah I know. I’m talking about my boyfriend. Normally a girl would’ve already broken up with her boyfriend after all the shit Ashton pulled but not me. I love my boyfriend too much and the weird thing is, is that while my parents are out of the country I’m staying with him. It’s been great till now. Well actually earlier today.

“Stop acting like a royal brat and tell me where you are.”

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m acting like a brat and I’m not fucking telling you where the fuck I am.” I snapped and hung up the phone. I sank back into the couch and threw my phone to the other side. I’m at my friend Gabby’s laying on her couch. I’ve been here since around five this evening and it’s like two in the morning now. I don’t know why he thinks that I’m coming home now after all the shit he did. Telling me what to do and where to go. You’re my fucking boyfriend not my dad. Ugh… look at me talking to myself. I have to do something to keep me occupied.

I eventually fell asleep only to be woken up by loud banging on the front door. I groaned and tried to ignore it but the person wouldn’t go the fuck away. I looked at my phone and it was five in the morning.

“Who could that be at five in the fucking morning?” I groaned under my breath. As you can see I cuss a lot. I do that when I’m alone or if I’m pissed off. Ashton doesn’t let me cuss and neither do my parents so I have to find some way to get it out without getting smacked. And I’m not talking smacked across the face either.

I got up slowly and dragged my feet to the door. I peeked out of the peep hole and my heart nearly sank to my feet. I backed up slowly from the door and ran to Gabby who was apparently starting to get up.

“Gabby you have to answer the door!” I whispered.

“Why can’t you?”

“Damn it!” I groaned. There was another knock on the door. I looked panicky at it and turned back to Gabby. “Because it’s Ashton and I don’t want him to know that I’m here. You can’t imagine the trouble I’ll be in if he finds me.”

“Fuck. Ok hold on. Just stay in here.”

Gabby got up and walked out of her bedroom closing the door. I went to the closet and hid in the farthest back corner I could away from the door. I heard yelling sort of and muffled talking. Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps towards Gabby’s room. Damn it! How the fuck did he know I’m in here? I tried to hold my breath as long as I could and not make any sudden moves.

“You’re only making this harder on yourself Jazmin.” Ashton called out. Ugh… why does he have to do this? I huddled myself into the corner and stayed like that till the closet door opened and I heard heavy sighing.

“Get out.” Ashton peered at me. I looked up and his face was clouded with anger. I didn’t move for a minute. “Now.” He said more sternly. I got up and walked slowly out of the closet. I kept my ass away from him brushing alongside the wall and leaning against it.

“Go to the car.” Ashton said pointing out the door to the car he drove. This time I stayed planted on the ground. I didn’t wanna move and look retarded because as soon as I turn around I know what he’s gonna do. Well I didn’t have to do anything to find out because he grabbed my arm and spun me around smacking my ass a couple times.

“Ashtoooon!” I whined quietly. “Stop! It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh trust me, this isn’t embarrassing. I could spank your ass all the way to the car.” Ashton warned. I knew he wasn’t kidding either. He’s dead serious. “And trust me little girl you do not want me spanking you right now. I’m too fucking upset.”

I cringed. Fuck, I’m dead.

“Now let’s try this again. Go to the car.” Ashton demanded. I moved this time, receiving a smack on the way out. I looked at Gabby and smiled a little walking out of the house and going into the car, sitting in the front seat waiting.

Ashton came out moments later still looking hot headed and went to the driver’s side opening the door and sitting down.

“I’m so fucking pissed right now Jazmin Nicole.” He stated slamming the keys into the ignition and starting the car. “I was worried sick about your ass. I’ve been up all night worrying my ass off, tired as hell, because of you!” he scolded driving us home. Now I felt guilty as hell. “And just to add one more thing little girl,” He paused, I looked at him, it was like a reflex. “I can’t begin to describe how good you’re going to get it when we get home.”

That didn’t make me feel any better. I squirmed a little and tried to sit closer to the window. I hate it when he calls me “little girl”. Being called “young lady” is way better than “little girl”. When I get called that I know I’m in the deepest shit I can possibly be in. Because I’m not a young lady anymore I’m a little girl who needs to be severely punished. That wasn’t helping either. We were home finally and unfortunately the ride wasn’t long enough.

“Out.” Ashton simply said and I complied. I got out and opened the door letting myself inside. I almost went to the room I was staying in but that didn’t work out so well. “Where do you think you’re going?” Ashton asked me. I stopped moving and stood in the middle of the hallway. “Sit.” He pointed to the couch. I walked over and sat down quickly staring at the ground.

“What the hell‘s your problem? I can’t believe that you would act that immature and storm out of here like that. Then not tell me where the fuck you were! I thought you were dead somewhere or had gotten kidnapped!” Ashton scolded yelling at me. “You scared me to death! I even called Gabby’s house. I knew she was lying by the way she was talking and trying to hurry me off the phone because you were grumbling cuss words too loud, she didn’t sound concerned at all. That’s how I found your ass.

His scolding hurt a lot, and I didn’t normally cry when he was yelling and cussing at me but this time felt so much different. This is the second time I haven’t told him where I was. He looks so mad at me. This time I was actually terrified, and felt so horrible and guilty for what I’ve done. This time I started to cry, hard actually. I don’t know why but I just started bawling. I guess the anger, guilt, and nerves were too much. I don’t know what Ashton was doing, if he was still pacing around looking like the devil. But I guess that wasn’t what he was doing because what he did caught me off guard. I felt him sitting on the couch with me and rubbing my back. This is weird.

He never does this. Ever! I have no clue why he’s sitting down next to me rubbing my back.

“Shhh, calm down Jaz, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Ashton cooed rubbing my back and speaking softly. I couldn’t talk I was crying so hard. The next thing I felt was him raising me up so I wasn’t hunched over and then I fell against him as he laid back on the couch. My head on his chest soaking his t-shirt and my arm over his upper body. His arm still rubbing my back, well my side actually hugging me tightly. “C’mon baby girl, calm down.”

I finally got hold of myself, maybe I was all cried out.

“But I don’t want you to think you’re off the hook Jazmin. You’re still in big trouble.” Ashton reminded me. I know that but I still argued with him.

“Whyyyyy?” I groaned quietly, sleep was starting to claim me.

“Why? Because you disappeared and didn’t tell me where you were going, plus you cussed at me. That’s why you’re in trouble. But let’s not worry about that now, just go to sleep.” Ashton answered me. I guess that’s a good reason why. I still didn’t like it though.

“How come you can cuss but I can’t. It’s not very damn fair.” I asked. It’s not fair just because he’s older than me doesn’t mean anything.

“Language, little girl.” Ashton said and smacked my bottom. I was on my side sort of so that’s the only reason why he could hit it. I whimpered a little, he hit me hard, all because I said damn. I didn’t like being called little girl either. It always means I’m in deep shit.


“I am too tired to deal with your attitude Jazmin Nicole!” Ashton scolded still spanking me. “You know damn well why I don’t let you cuss. I’m basically an adult, and what are you? A teenager, a naïve little girl who’s getting her ass spanked by her boyfriend.”


“Aaaaaaaash! Please stoooop!” I continued whining a tear or two sliding down my face. And the only reason why I’m whining is because he’s doing it oh so very fast. And it’s hurting, like hell.

“Just go to your room.” He replied and let me go landing some really hard smacks to my rump. I whimpered and scurried off to my room. I closed the door and went to the mirror. I had to see how hard he spanked me. I pulled down my pj pants and my underwear and looked at my sore bottom. It was a dull pink but it was still smarting like hell. I pulled my clothes back up and went to my bed lying on my stomach rubbing my ass. This never helps but it feels good. I think I dozed off because the next thing I knew Ashton was waking me up asking me if I was hungry. It was about 8:30. I nodded and got up. My ass still hurt. This is retarded. He didn’t spank me that hard. I walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. Ashton was cooking something. It smelled like bacon. Yum… bacon. He made a BLT for both of us. I accepted it and bit into it. I looked at Ashton and he still looked upset at me.

“Are you made at me?” I asked quietly.

“Define mad, young lady.” Ashton asked me. Yeah he’s mad. He never calls me young lady unless he’s mad at me or I’m in trouble. And right now it’s both. At least he didn’t call me little girl.

“Do you believe me now that I love you too much?” he asked again.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Good. I’m glad. You still love me even though I spank the living daylights out of you and cause you so much pain, right?”

“Yeah of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?” I asked. Then it finally clicked what he meant about the whole situation.

“Now you need to go on to bed.” He told me. “We’ll take care of all this tomorrow.”

~o~


Unfortunately tomorrow did come. Ashton was still sleeping when I woke up. That’s weird. That never happens. I peeked in his room and he was sleeping so peacefully but like always his pillow was on top of his head. He does that because of the sunlight that comes through his window.

I couldn’t sleep any more. I was worrying about what was going happen later. Ashton was surprised to find me awake when he got up.

“Are you ok Jaz?” He asked me. Why would he ask me that?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you get up so early if you don’t have to leave the house till 9:30?” I asked. I’ve always wondered that.

“Because unlike someone I know I don’t like to rush. I wanna take my time so I don’t forget things.” Ashton replied. He’s talking about how I have to leave the house at 6:55 for school and even though I’m supposed to be waking up at 6 I get up at 6:30.

“I don’t like rushing either, but I love my sleep.” I answered. And it’s true I do love my sleep.

“Well you’ll sleep soundly tonight.” Ashton answered. I winced a little at hearing that. I always do sleep really well after I get spanked because I struggle so much and cry too hard that it wears me out. I think I looked nervous because Ashton slightly smiled and sat down next to me by my waist. I’m still lying on the couch. “I know you’re nervous but think of it this way. You won’t feel guilty, you’ll have my forgiveness, and you won’t feel so horrible anymore.”

“Yeah well you’re not going to do what you were thinking of doing last night are you?” I asked almost nervously. I didn’t even wanna think about what he had in mind. Especially when we were driving home and he said, “And just to add one more thing little girl, I can’t begin to describe how good you’re going to get it when we get home.”

“Probably not. But just remember, whatever I do decide to punish you, just know that I always love you, and I hate doing this.” Ashton tapped my thigh and then got up and kissed my forehead. He still has around 15 minutes before he has to leave. “And I’d never harm you.”

I didn’t like how instead of saying whatever I do decide to ‘spank you’ he said ‘punish you’. That’s worse. That means that this is going to be a very memorable spanking. And I know that he always loves me too. We went over that last night too. And I know he hates spanking me because he tells me every time he does it and when he’s done.

I was pondering on what he was going to use on me. I prayed to god he won’t use his belt but as I know he probably will. Just thinking about this is making me shiver. The thing that sucks is I have to go to school tomorrow and knowing Ashton and how good of a job he does I won’t be able to sit down even if my life depended upon it.

“I gotta go sweetheart. I’ll see you at six.” Ashton told me and kissed me good-bye.

Really? You just had to ask that? “I guess…” I mumbled. “You aren’t going to whip me are you?” I quietly asked.

“I can’t promise you that sweetheart. I gotta go. I love you.” Ashton kissed me again and left the couch grabbing his keys and jacket.

“L-love you too,” I stammered. Ashton walked out the door and locked it, leaving me hanging with the possibility of feeling that damn belt around his waist.

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I didn’t do anything that whole entire time he was gone. I sat on the couch and didn’t move a freaking inch, expect for going to the bathroom and maybe getting a drink or something. I watched a TV show with a happy family and a corny ending. Sometimes I wish I had a family like that. Where all you needed was a stern talking to and people would forgive you and everything would be ok. But that doesn’t work out for me. I have to be bawling like a baby and my ass throbbing and crimson red for me to be forgiven. It sucks but that’s what happens… but now since it’s been so long if I don’t get spanked for doing something bad I’ll never get rid of the guilty feeling I have. It’s pathetic…

Six o’clock rolled around and my nervous temptation shot up an entire mile. Normally Ashton gets home at 6:30 but some days he doesn’t. And I have a feeling that today is one of those days.

I started getting really shaky. I heard keys being inserted into the door and nearly jumped up and clawed into the ceiling. Even though I want this feeling to go away and I want Ashton’s forgiveness, it’s just the thought of getting whipped that I don’t like.

I swear I was shaking like a damn leaf in the fall. I heard the door close and keys drop on the table. I didn’t turn my head around to see what Ashton was doing but in a way I didn’t want to. I saw his shadow cross over me and finally his body came with it and sat on the couch with me. I swear he could tell how shaky I was. I mean I’m fucking trembling…

“Have you just been sitting here all day? You should have gotten up and done something. Have you had anything to eat since breakfast?” I shook my head.

“Well I don’t know if we should eat dinner then do your punishment or eat after your punishment. We should probably do that. It’d be cruel to make you eat before your punishment, there’d be no point.” Ashton was like half talking to me half talking to himself. And I know what he means by that. He’s going to wash my mouth out with soap.

I didn’t answer him. It wasn’t really something for me to answer. Plus I don’t think I’ll be hungry anyway. Ashton got himself something to drink and came back to the living room and sat down on the side of me. I would’ve moved so he could sit next to me but I didn’t wanna move till I absolutely had to.

“This is the only time I’m going to let you choose. Even though I should just do it now. Do you want your punishment now or before 9? Don’t forget you have school tomorrow too. And it’s 6:45.” Ashton told me. Well the logical answer is now but I don’t think I’m ready…

“Can we wait till 7?” I asked… Hopefully 15 minutes will be enough time for me.

“Alright Jaz. Only till 7. No arguments and no complaining.” Ashton warned. I have a tendency to complain and argue a lot.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled. Now I feel really horrible. Not as horrible but I’m scared as hell. I really don’t want my ass whipped with a belt. I’m not playing. I’m terrified right now. If you thought I was shaking before I’m probably shaking so bad I look like I’m having a seizure.

Before I knew it 7 came and I was seriously not ready… I looked at Ashton and he glanced at me and sighed heavily. He reached for the remote and turned off the TV and stared at me.

“C’mon Jazmin Nicole. Up you get.” Ashton told me and stood up holding out his hand so I can grab it. I didn’t at first, I wasn’t exactly resisting and I wasn’t complaining but I still didn’t want to grab it. “Jazmin the faster we get this over with the faster you can have my forgiveness.”

~o~

Don't forget to come back tomorrow. The rest of the story will be up then.