Some rules, hmmm...

Well it’s want I said I wanted and Nick came through for me. You all just don’t know what a good guy Nick is. He is stepping up for me and being very realistic about it. One of the rules he put back in place was one of my least favorites but a very necessary one.

‘No snacking in your recliner.’

I do love to veg out in my chair with a snack, but when he gave me this rule before it helped. If he suggested that it wasn’t a good idea to snack in the recliner the suggestion was pretty easy to ignore. For me having a rule makes it simple, I can’t snack in my chair – period. Now in the past when I got to feeling that Nick no longer cared about the rule, I just started ignoring it. Not in front of him, but after he went to bed. What I said to myself was “Well he doesn’t really care and he won’t know anyway, so why not.”

Now it’s up to me. He did what I needed, he gave the rule. Now I have to respect Nick and TTWD and stick to the rule – no cheating. He wouldn’t know if I cheat at night, so it up to me. We often accuse our vanilla/former vanilla men of treating TTWD like a game. If I cheated on this rule I think I would be the one treating this like a game. I’m not going to do that.

He had another rule too.

After school, no computer games until you either exercise or do 30 minutes housework.

Now I don’t do ‘computer games’, I do one computer game. I mindlessly zone out to Bouncing Balls. I know, I know, huge waste of time (my high score is 64,640) but I find it relaxing. Again Nick's right, I sure need the exercise and a little house work probably won’t kill me. He just made the rule for his week, but he can extend it if he wants. I’m planning to go walking tomorrow afternoon. I have to pass a walking park to get home from work and the weather is supposed to be great.


Meanwhile there’s been lots of touching, rubbing, and hugging in the kitchen. Also the wooden spoon has seen much more activity. That darn thing stings, but it sure is fun.


On a Fantasy Friday note – this week I have a brand new story from one of our fellow bloggers! Please come by to check it out.

Never be kind to small children or kittens

I don’t mean to sound like a cruel person but not following the above advice can cause an extremely sore behind. To explain, several of my blogging friends have commented from time to time that a toy that they had innocently bought for their child was turned into a not so innocent pervertable by a creative HOH. I would read these reports with a slightly superior smile on my face, as our ‘toys all around’ days have passed (until we get some grandchildren). I felt safe.

Then last June Mollie brought home a tiny, bony, broken legged stray kitten, complete with ear mites and worms. (I wrote about it here). I have to tell you this little thing has become a real joy. He is so sweet and gentle, curious, playful – the works. If I were willing to give him up he would be a perfect cat for a nursing home. He likes to visit and cuddle but he has never used his claws. With Mollie away little Hank has become my baby. And that caused me to let my guard down.

Trying to be kind to my new little one I bought him a toy, much like this –



Yeah, yeah I know – I’m a spanko. I should have seen the potential, but in my eagerness to be kind to my kitten I was blind to the danger.

Jump ahead to last Friday. Fridays are my weigh in days. I’m not doing so well. Since I was good at forgetting to tell Nick what I weighed each week and since Nick sometimes forgot to ask he made a rule (Yeah! At least one rule) that I write it in a small note book. Usually he doesn’t look at it until after I’m gone, since he doesn’t have to work on Fridays. I felt pretty safe. Mollie would be home before me and it’s a long weekend so nothing would happen until at least Tuesday. Not so! The sneak double crossed me and looked early. I didn’t know and even when I saw him with Hank’s toy I never gave it a thought. Nick too has succumbed to the kitten’s charms and often plays with him.

So like a fool I’m still running around in my bra and panties when Nick comes into the bedroom with the toy and ‘the look’. Oh Crap! I HATE anything cane like. Nick stands there with the pervertable and ‘the look’ and says “You’re going the wrong way on the scales. Maybe you should have gotten dressed sooner this morning.”

I didn’t have a good defense so I just kept my mouth shut as he bent me over the bed and started striping my butt. Now I’m not saying a cane isn’t a good discipline tool. Obviously I want to avoid it but with good leather or even wood sometimes you can absorb the pain, yet think about what you’ve done. When Nick used the belt – even really hard, thoughts run through my head, what I’ve done wrong, how I could be doing better, even sometimes appreciation for Nick taking the time to help me in this way.

When he used the cane all that’s running through my head is “THAT FRIGGIN THING HURTS LIKE A MOTHER F**KER! He must STOP now with that *@#^!^*# thing. Who ever brought up this ridiculous lifestyle? They must be nucking futs!

Of course being the perfect submissive wife I accepted my discipline. Accepted the hug he gave me, while I vigorously rubbed my stinging ass. And I very much accept his right to handle things in the way he sees best. But I will ask this question –

Should discipline be done with leather which leaves the wife sore, thoughtful, contrite, submissive and eager to do better or with a cane like object that stings far too much to allow coherent thoughts other than “I’m going to break every f**king object in this house that can be used like a cane – right after I become a switch and let Nick see how it feels.” Just asking…

I hope you all know I’m just teasing. I’m thrilled that Nick is willing to explore this lifestyle with me and he can do it the way he feels is best. He’s always willing to listen to my thoughts and take them under advisement so to speak. I’m happy and hope we can get further and further into our adventure of discovering all the joys of our empty nest, but should the cat toy and the canes be misplaced through some strange misfortune, I won’t lose any sleep over it.

Fantasy Friday - The Challenge, part 2, II

Here is the conclusion of The Challenge. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven't read the first part go here or just scroll down.

The Challenge, part two

Annie resigned herself to her fate. She just hoped he would hurry. She wasn’t too worried about the pain but the embarrassment of submitting like this was paramount in her mind. Until Jonas’ first swat – suddenly pain was right in the front of her mind again.

“Owwww!!! THAT HURT’S!! Not so hard!” The sting was way more than she was expecting.

“What makes you think you have any control of this?” Jonas asked sternly. Spanking hurt and you will be doing all you can to avoid another one.”

The paddle descended again eliciting another howl. “There will me no more skipping sessions.”

At the third swat Annie began kicking. This was way more than she was expecting. Jonas ignored her except to put his leg over hers. “You are responsible for what you eat. Snacks at school and no excuse – you are a grown woman and you decide what you eat.”

Each spank was delivered with great force and right at the top of her thighs. Ten had seemed like a low number when Jonas had started but she hadn’t counted on them being this hard. Seven more seemed like a huge number! With each spank Jonas had a piece of advice.

- get more sleep

- don’t be so easily discouraged

- ask for help if you need it

- don’t be late

- remember that you deserve to be healthy

- ALWAYS read a contract before you sign it

Jonas paused before the last one. “One more to go Annie and you need to remember this – I’m going to be here caring about how you are doing until you start careing yourself.” With that thought he delivered the hardest swat yet and Annie found herself limp and sobbing over Jonas’ lap thinking that if it has been any longer she couldn’t have stood it. That man spanked HARD! She was trying to control her tears as Jonas helped her to her feet. He hugged her as she got control of herself.

“Do you understand now that this is not a game? It’s a chance for you to get some control back. You deserve to live a long, healthy life and that starts today. Now are you ready to get started?”

Annie rubbed at her backside – “I think I’m too sore to work out tonight.” She told him with a shy smile.

“I’ll be more than happy to provide more motivation if you think it’s necessary.” Jonas offered.

NO! No, really you’ve done plenty! I’m ready to work out, but maybe not the stationary bikes , okay?”

~~0~~

Ten weeks later…

Annie woke up slowly in Jonas’ arms. This morning had been the final weigh-in, total loss in three months 27.4 pounds. She wasn’t sure whether she or Jonas was prouder. He had been true to his word and had been at her side the whole way. She couldn’t help thinking back to that first time he had spanked her. She had been in shock – and pain. That day she was sure she would never give him an excuse to spank her again but there had been a few times.

The next time she had blown up during a difficult training session and stormed out. Jonas has come looking for her and found her in the ice cream shop close by. She hadn’t been able to get the first lick of her double dip cone. Jonas had taken it right out of her hand and tossed it into the trash. Annie had been livid! She had told him exactly what she thought of him – to the entertainment of everyone in the shop. When she finally ran down Jonas took her hand and led her back to the gym.

She hadn’t been able to keep her pants on that time. Shorts and panties had come down – the evil paddle out and as she had had her say in the ice cream parlor Jonas had his say with the paddle. And it still hadn’t got her out of completing her work out that night, red rimmed eyes, sore bottom and all.

But over the months she and Jonas had grown closer and closer. He invited her running (well walking at first) and soon they had begun eating dinner together most every night. Annie was so happy. She knew how much Jonas cared for her.

But even with their closeness it hadn’t kept her from getting several penalties for being late – one of her biggest problems. Annie shuddered as she remembered the strap. The first time – five on her bare butt had kept her on time for two weeks but eventually old habits won out. That last strapping – all to her thighs – had done wonders for her tardiness problem!

But this morning’s weigh in was the best. She made her goal, got her $500 back and received a delicious kiss from Jonas in front of everyone. They soon found themselves back in Jonas’ office.

“You did it honey! I’m really proud of you.” Jonas kissed her again and Annie felt herself growing damp at his touch.

“I can’t believe it!! I know I’m not through but now I can work out without worrying about your nasty paddle. I’m glad that contract is OVER!” Annie sighed.

Jonas laughed. “Yes the contract’s over – I won’t be spanking you for breaking it. But now you’re really mine – and if you back slide or don’t do everything you can to take care of yourself you’ll see those past spankings as nothing more than love pats.”

“What do you mean, you can’t spank…” Jonas’ kiss stopped her in mid-sentence. ‘Oh what the hell’ Annie thought to herself as she melted into the kiss, ‘we’ll talk about it some other time’.

~~~o0o~~~

I firmly believe more of us would be in better shape if we could find some gym programs like this! But so far I haven't come across any. I'm trying to get back in the habit of going back to my gym - nothing like this has been mentioned so far, but if it comes up I'll let you know.

I sure would like to hear from some of you - come on everyone, just one story!! Send any you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - The Challenge, II

Happy Friday everyone! School is coming along pretty well. My voice is tired. I spend a LOT of the day talking. Getting started again is hard on the throat. But my kids seem pretty nice this year. That's a real bonus. Of course I've never had any problems with my kids - it's only the adults at school that can get really aggravating.

I think you'll like the story this week. It's one that many of us can relate to. I sure know I can. I hope you'll enjoy ...

The Challenge

Annie stared at the mirror in disgust. How had this happened? At 24 how had she become a fat blob? She had had to work to keep her weight down in high school but college had really gotten her. The freshman 15 had become the sophomore 20 and on and on. Taking a teaching job so far away from friends and family didn’t help. Eating and vegging in front of the TV had become her main source of comfort and relaxation. She hated the weight, hated the feeling of lethargy, and she hate the feeling of sadness that overcame her when she passed a mirror. But try as she might nothing seemed to motivate herself to get started.

Until she saw the ad in the paper several days later. It was from the gym she passed on the way to work.

Three month weight loss challenge
No membership required
Improve your health and lose weight

Money back guarantee!

Hmmmm…. That could work, only 3 months, didn’t have to join for a year and your money back if it didn’t work. Now maybe this was worth a try. Annie called for an appointment.

~~0~~

The appointment was for an information meeting in a group of about 15. An instructor walked in precisely at 6:00PM and began the program introduction. Annie hid a small smile at the sight of him. If this was the eye candy available she was pretty sure she would like this program. At 6:05 two women entered chatting quietly and the instructor turned to them.

“Excuse me ladies were you coming to the information meeting on the weight loss challange?”

“Yes” one answered smiling, “Are we in the right place.”

“No you aren’t. The meeting began at 6 and you weren’t here. This program only accepts serious applicant. Being late tells me you are not serious. Good day.”

Every mouth in the room fell open at the man’s rudeness. The two women stared at him nonplus before coloring slightly and leaving with out another word. The instructor began again.

“My name is Jonas. I have an excellent program to offer but as you just heard me explain I will only be working with people that are committed to what they are doing. Not all of you will be accepted but those that are will reach their goal.”

“Who decided on what that goal is?” a woman from the back asked the question Annie was wondering about.

“At your private assessment we will decide on that goal together. We want to push you but the goal has to be realistic and obtainable. Only when we come to a mutual decision will you be able to sign a contract.”

“Contract?” another woman asked. “What kind of contract?”

“This is a strict program” Jonas explained, “You will be required to come to the gym for a minimum of one hour a day, 6 days a week for the duration. It you can’t make it call to let us know and plan on staying an extra hour the next day. You will have some required classes, access to a private trainer and a nutritionist. There will be required weekly weigh in, motivational sessions when necessary and penalties for not complying with the contract.”
‘Geeze’, Annie thought to herself ‘this sounds more like boot camp that a gym program’. But at the same time she was excited. This could work!

“You haven’t told us how much this is going to cost.” Came another inquiry.

“That’s right I haven’t” he agreed “before I tell you the cost I want you to know that this program works. It’s not cheap and it’s not easy – but it works. The cost for the three months is $500.”

Five hundred dollars??

Was he out of his friggin mind? Annie heard muttering and chair scraping all around her as 7 women got up and left. ‘I might as well go with them’ Annie thought. Her entire fortune at this point consisted of $675 in savings and her $85 in checking. But she was hooked now and she had to know what he was going to say next.

Jonas made no effort to stop any of the women from leaving. He waited quietly for the room to settle and then continued. “Well now I know who is serious.”

Annie couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. “I can’t afford this program but I have to know one thing, you said a money back guarantee. Are you saying that if we follow all your rules and still don’t lose all the weight we get that money back?”

“No ma’am our money back guarantee is a little different. The challenge is only with yourself and at the end of three months if you have met or exceeded your goal then you get your money back – all of it.”

~~0~~

Her assessment had been a trial. One hundred eighty-five pounds! She was horrified. Jonas himself had been taking her measurements with an assistant writing down one horrible number after another.

“You need to lose around 55 pounds. Not” he stressed “in 3 months but that should be your over all goal. Based on what you have told me about your current eating habits and your lack of any physically activity, with work on your part you can lose 24 pounds or more during this program. You will be required to lose two pounds every week. Even if you lose 3 one week, you will still have two pound goal for the next week.”

“What if I mess up one week and don’t lose that much. Does that mean I blow my chance to get my money back?”

“Annie” he said looking intently at her. (Damn he had beautiful eyes!) “My goal is to have you improve your health and lose some weight. I also want you to get your money back. If you don’t make goal one week or miss a day at the gym you will have penalties and you may have to come to motivational sessions, but if you lose 24 pounds in 3 months you get your money back.”

“Now here is your contract. Read it all, and read it carefully. If you decide you can live with the terms and conditions it spells out be here at or before 5 PM Monday with the signed contract and $500 in cash and we’ll get started. Don’t be late.”

Annie had debated with herself all weekend but by Monday the decision was made. She left school at 3:30 – to the bank for the money and on to the gym. She hadn’t read the entire contract but she felt she could trust Jonas and she knew she HAD to get that money back. What better motivation could their possible be? Grabbing contract and cash she headed into the gym.

~~0~~

Annie loved her first two weeks at the gym! Sore! Sore wasn’t the word for it!! She was so sore she couldn’t move but it felt wonderful. It was new, it was exciting, she was meeting new people and best of all Jonas had seemed to take a special interest in her. He worked with her, pushed her, and encouraged her. And everything paid off. Saturday morning of the first week – 9:00AM weigh in and a loss of 3.2 pounds!!

“Fantastic!” was Jonas’ response as she stepped off the scale. “I knew you could do it! I’m proud of you.” He told her with a smile and a hug. But remember – another 2 pounds next week. You can’t slack off any. And she hadn’t! Saturday morning of the second week showed her down another 2.4!! Jonas’ smile was again a thing of beauty and his hugs were addictive! You know what works now Annie. But keep at it, week three comes hard.

And it did. Everything seemed to conspire against her. Three birthday parties at school – true she could have refused the cupcake but they were home made and delicious. Her parents came by to take her to supper Wednesday and she didn’t even make it to the gym.

Thursday afternoon Jonas was waiting on her, he didn’t look happy.

“Where were you yesterday?”

For a split second Annie was flattered that he had even noticed her absence but the look on his face didn’t keep her flattered for long.

“You’ll be staying an extra hour to make up for it tonight and you’ll be working with me.” he stated shortly.

Annie’s temper faired suddenly. “Who died and left you boss!” she shouted. “I don’t have to stay here and be treated like this!” Annie felt tears of anger coming as she turned quickly to leave the gym.

Jonas was right behind her as she reached the door and he grabbed her hand. “Is this temper tantrum really worth $500? Annie the middle of week three is early for a motivational session but I know you need it. Come with me please.”

Annie let herself be lead to Jonas’ office. “Now what’s going on?” he asked kindly.

The kindness in his voice took her by surprise and took the edge off her anger. “I’m blowing it” she told him truthfully. “I did so well the last two weeks but this week we have had snacks all over school. My folks took me out to eat and ordered dessert and everything. I missed a day exercising and I know I’m not going to make the two pound goal this week.” Annie was felt herself tearing up as she continued. “I know I won’t be able to do this. Nothing ever works! I’m going to be fat forever!”

Jonas closed the door and turned to her. He looked very stern this time. “I’m not listening to this. I think we need to address this right now.”

With no explanation or warning Jonas took Annie’s hand and led her to the couch. With one firm tug Annie found herself over his lap.

“What are you doing?!” Annie shouted. “Let me go! What’s wrong with you, you jerk! Get your hands off me.”

Jonas acted as though he hasn’t heard a work. Annie’s protests were ignored as he began a hard warm-up spanking with his hand. “You need to be quiet” Jonas said in a quite firm voice “you had to know this was coming. Three weeks into a three month program and you’re ready to give up. I think I am beginning to see your problem. You give up on yourself. That’s not going to happen any more.”

“Know it was coming … are you crazy! Let me go, what gives you the right to do this to me?” she demanded.

Jonas continued to spank hard – Annie tried to stay quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly he was hurting her but she couldn’t help crying out at the hard pops. Finally Jonas helped her to her feel and stepped over to his desk. Annie nearly headed for the door but she wanted an explanation! Her bottom hurt from the impromptu spanking and she rubbed it vigorously. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“First let me tell you who you are.” Jonas said as he held a paper out for her to take, “you are a young woman who signs a contract without reading it. Would you care to read the clause I just circled in red?”

Annie took the paper and read it swiftly. Good grief! Right there between the gym hours and the rules for proper attire:

• Motivational sessions will be given at the discretion of the instructor. A motivational session will use corporal punishment to encourage the participant to work harder and to maintain a good attitude. A wooded paddle will be used with a minimum of 10 swats and not to exceed 50 in one motivational session. (Not including a warm-up) Corporal punishment may be given over clothing or on the bare at the discretion of the instructor.

• Penalties may be occurred for missing sessions, tardiness, bad language, rude or abusive behavior toward the instructor. Penalties will be given with a leather strap and always on the bare. Penalties will build up to 5 before they will be given. No more that 10 in a give day.

Annie continued to stare at the words and at her initials beside them.

“Did you not sign this contract?” Jonas asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t…”

“Read it?” Jonas supplied. You should be spanked for signing a contract without reading it. Very dangerous. See what it’s gotten you into?

“You can’t spank me! You can’t be serious, I won’t let you!”

“Of course that’s up to you. You can leave right now but you will be breaking your contract and you’ll be forfeiting your $500.”

Annie started at him a moment longer. She couldn’t lose that money! How had she been stupid enough to get herself in this trap?

“I can’t afford to lose the money” she said quietly, not really believing what she was agreeing to.

“I understand” Jonas told her “Let’s get started. “Please bring me the paddle in the right hand drawer.

With a shaking hand Annie opened the drawer. The paddle looked wicked. She brought it over. He handed it to Jonas who in turn handed her a small towel. “Keep both hands on the towel” he told her. “I don’t want you reaching back. I don’t want to hit your hand by mistake.”

He pulled her gently down on his lap once again. “Annie you are going to receive 10 and I am letting you keep your shorts on. But if this has to happen again it will be more swats and it will be on the bare. Do you understand?”

“Yes” Annie managed to say. She was feeling major relief. Ten, how bad could just ten be she thought. She quickly found out.



To be continued...

~o0o~

So you may not want to wait until tomorrow for the rest of the story but geeze folk do you know how long I've been waiting for a new story?

You might have guessed that this is a story I wrote. You can see that I think a lot about losing weight - I think, I haven't done much about it. But I do still think about it. This particular idea has been in my head for a long time. I hope you will come back tomorrow for the rest of the story.

Time for me to step up

I said I’d share an email Nick sent me not long ago. Nick’s emails are short and to the point. I go on forever and he’s kind enough to read through the maze of my thoughts (at least I think he reads it, LOL). I guess I’ve gone on about discipline on and off for 5 years now. I often complain about the lack of spanking around here. I’ve tried to talk Nick into making rules and enforcing them. I tried to talk him into being consistent. I’ve wanted him to take all this seriously. I’ve written a lot. And then the other day, I get this email after we had talked about my attempts to work on a healthier weight.

I promised consequences, and you are frequently complaining about my lack of following through rather than your failure to complete objectives, I guess I need to do better, (longer, harder etc). With privacy will come more opportunity to do as needed. So don't add to the account by gaining!


I don’t think when he wrote it he meant for it to be as significant as it sounded to me when I read it. But the truth of that one line really got to me.


“You are frequently complaining about my lack of following through rather than your failure to complete objectives”


I hate like hell to admit it, but he’s absolute right. What can I say? He called me on it and he was right. I’m trying to make him think – I wasn’t planning on him making me think. But that’s what he did. After our wonderful weekend celebrating our new status as empty-nesters I talked to him. I told him that the email had me thinking. I told him that if he told me the things he was really serious about I would really try to do better.


He wasn’t willing to play my game. He just smiled said I was a grown up and I knew what I needed to be doing. Hmmm… yeah, I guess, sorta. But, I complained, “That means you can pick anything you want to at any time and start spanking for it?” He kept grinning and said “Yeah, I know.”

Well, well maybe the man is thinking. I’ve said before we have no big issues that I’ve hears other being spanked for. Mine are laundry at the foot of the bed, blowing off exercise and snacking to excess, leaving on the fan, not closing windows. All little things, but things he’d like me to change.

So shortly after he had sent this email, Mollie moved, I started back to work and I’ve had my mind on other things. I gained a little this week and he had threatened with the cane and other things I dislike but by the time we had the privacy Sunday he had relented a little. There was some spanking and threats about the upcoming week but, it was a wonderful erotic romp, not a deterrent. No complaints! It was a great afternoon.

As I’ve gotten started at school discipline and rules for me have been the farther thing from my mind. I haven’t thought much about what I should be doing here – I’m planning on doing better, but I really hadn’t started yet. Today I had to stop by the house for something for a minute before running out again. Nick and I had talked on the phone and he was home before I got back. He greeted me with a kiss and asked me if I’d been at the house long before I left again. I told him no I was just in and out.

“So you didn’t have time to run back and open the windows and turn on the fan?”

Oh crap! I completely forgot this morning. I didn’t have much time to protest. He had me over a chair in a flash and he already had the wooden spatula out and handy. I did have time to say “I remembered Friday!” before he started swatting me with that thing. Somehow he wasn’t impressed that I had remembered for one whole day. It was interesting. He got my attention and I have no doubt the windows will be shut and lights the lights and fans will be off tomorrow! I need to get my act together. I think the ball’s in my court. I hope I don’t drop it. I’ll let you know.

Big worries, little worries

As I asked some friends on Facebook, does God not think I have enough to worry about with LJ and Collin just living in New York City – now we have to throw in an earthquake and a hurricane? Come on! They don’t live in an area that was evacuated but they have been told to make plans to be without power and possibly water for several days. LJ says that while everyone else in the country prepare for a hurricane by boarding up and packing the car New Yorkers prepare by going out for booze and a French press to be able to make coffee without electricity. All that and complain a lot. He’s looking for it as an adventure, but one he says he is very willing to watch from his apartment. The mayor asked everyone to stay in their homes and the boys seem quite content to do just that. But I'm praying for them and my other friends and relatives in harm's way.

We’re still feeling our way through the empty nest. It didn’t stay empty this weekend; our little bird flew back in for a short visit. She forgot a few things and she wanted to eat at her grandmother’s later today. No problem, we were happy to see her. But I got the following email from Nick –

Looks like a little backsliding on weight. Eating out at lunch this week, maybe. A little backsliding on the clothes at the foot of the bed also. I guess you just love the cane and the tawse, maybe the backscratcher as well! Mollie may be around for a couple of days, but....then.

I wrote back telling him “You would be shocked to know how very wrong you are on your guesses!” So there's another worry - but one of a completely different nature. I can’t say the man hasn’t been paying attention. He knows exactly what few implements I truly dislike. I might not hate a real tawse but ours feels like plastic rather than good leather. Whatever, it doesn’t sound like he’s looking for something I’d like.

I’m getting a handle on school for this year so hopefully I’ll be back to mind-blogging soon.

Fantasy Friday - "I said you'd be sorry..."

Happy Friday! You'd think I'd been teaching for a month rather than 1 day. I have a lot to do this weekend and Mollie will be coming to Sunday lunch at her grandmother's with us. She's doing well and seems to like her classes - although she's pointed out college would be a lot more fun with out them.

This is a great story from one of your favorite bloggers. So lets get a little spark in our day. Please enjoy...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~~o0o~~

This wonderful little story was written by - Ronnie, of Heart and Soul. I told you it was by one of our best. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. Thanks Ronnie for helping keep Fantasy Friday going.

And come on everyone! There have been very few new stories lately, break down, give it a try. You know you want to!! So start writing and send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Too tired for TTWD

We had open house at school Tuesday; I think it should be classified as a contact sport. All was peaceful enough but I feel like I’ve been beaten up. I think it’s just standing all day, but my back and feet are killing me. Not much of anything going on at home this week. Think accountant the week before April 15, I’m so tired and numb I doubt I feel a spanking if I got one.

But that doesn’t mean we’re ignoring one another. I’ve been pants in the kitchen a time or two. Nick will stop and pull up my shirt to cop a quick feel. Kinda nice not having anyone around to catch us. He’s also been kind enough to make a few threats. He reminds me to close the windows in the morning on warm day when the A/C will come on later, I often forget. One day right before Mollie left I had again forgotten the windows and he said “Well, we’ll soon have a way to deal with that.” He’s also had a word to say about me forgetting to turn off the lights occasionally and the ceiling fans too. He threatened to make me pay swat per watt!

I have no time or energy for anything right now but after next week I should be back in the groove. I want to share some emails Nick’s sent with you all. And around here I need to get back to the gym, and start working on my house keeping and maybe even cooking skills. Wait, probably not the cooking – that would be over kill. As I get back in the swing of things (starting back to school after my wonderful summers it a real shock to the system) then we can talk about our expectations and see how we’re going to move forward with TTWD. I really hate it when I’m too tired to think about spanking - now that’s tired!!

Empty nest, day one

It’s been quite a weekend. Mollie is moved in safe and sound at school. And I did it without shedding a tear in her presents, a few later, but not many really. It’s not like when I went off to college at 18. I was over three hours away (not really that far, but it felt like it), back then any calls made were long distance, and we had been taught from birth that long distance was expensive!! Anymore than a call a week was too extravagant. Writing letters was time consuming and slow. Although I really wasn’t, I felt cut off. Contrast that with today, cell calls, text, email, facebook, skype… Mollie and I may have communicated more since she left than we normally did when she was home! LOL! I know she won’t keep in such regular touch as time goes on but it has really eased these first few days for me.

I know, I know you all want to know about the empty nest. Well I can’t tell you. We haven’t really experienced it long enough to tell yet. But celebrating your youngest heading off to school – well now that we did! I hope you mothers of younger children don’t think me awful for celebrating. Understand she’s happy as a clam and doing what she wants in the college of her choice. So now it time for mom and dad to enjoy the benefits of our hard work.

Saturday began our first full day on our own. Saturday was quite a day! Nick let me sleep late after snuggling during the night. I got up, made my morning computer check and had a little breakfast. We worked together cleaning house for a while and I got some stuff ready for work next weeks. After lunch was our time. Nick invited me to join him in the pool. I guess there isn’t too many pool days left. We floated and talked a while but when we came up the fun really began.

He had come up a bit before me and when I later walked into the bedroom he had everything set up to give me a shave. I would have never thought of shaving the kitty in years pasted but when we started all this a few years ago and read some about it we decided to try it – I liked it, it made me feel sexy. I especially love it when Nick shaves me, a very erotic – not to mention submissive encounter. I have to tell you the mentholated shaving cream was a real hit with me too – but I love hot creams, again very erotic for me.

After a quick shower together I came back in the bedroom to see Nick getting out the blindfold and cuffs. Okay, deep breath. First the blindfold and then I was handcuffed and secured to the headboard. Nothing will give you butterflies than to be in this position and have your husband remind you of your safeword! Did that mean I was going to need it? My mind rushed back to an email Nick had recently sent -

While we are contemplating the many potential impacts of an empty nest; reread Gift of Submission/ "What a girl wants" (particularly paragraph 2 and the first comment.)

Thanks Audra (I think). Other than giving me a hint of what might be coming it told me volumes. Nick had been reading blogs. He’d been reading Gift of Submission for sure, who else has he been reading? And I feel like he must have been reading mine too. Much food for thought. Back to our afternoon.

He gave me a good warm-up. I don’t know what all he used. I can’t say he lectured but he was talking, joking, more to himself than to me. “Hmm… I don’t spank you enough, I’m not consistent, I don’t hold you accountable…wouldn’t want that.” And then he told me he was going to give me a little break and he left the room. That an interesting feeling to be left tied to the bed blindfolded and wondering what you husband’s up to. He was soon back and it wasn’t long until I knew exactly what he’d been up to – preparing the ginger! If you don’t know about figging, google it! We had tried it before and I like it. Nick had gone out of his way to make sure this was a special day for me.

He uses many different implements – some I recognized other I had to ask about. I didn’t have any problem identifying when the cane came into play! It was a long wonderful afternoon – spanking, nice long breaks for rubbing and loving and then more spanking. Toys and vibrators and lotions and making love just about every way it can be done. It was a wonderful afternoon, the perfect way to start off our new journey together.

We did talk a little about dd, we’ve been emailing some. I’ll tell you about that soon. I’m still very much in the ‘wait and see’ mode. Work starts this week in earnest so I don’t know how much blogging time I’ll have but I’ll write when I can.

Fantasy Friday - Father Knows Best, II

* If you are in the mood to read more after you read Fantasy Friday today, there is a new story beginning over at Cassie's Space.

Today's the day. We will be moving Mollie into her dorm today. She's excited, I'm excited. I know it will be a hard day for me. I felt this way when each of them began kindergarten too. They were just excited, I'm excited and apprehensive. But all will be well. She is smart, capable, nearly 19 and friendly (not to mention beautiful!) she will do great and I will too. Now let's see what all this empty nest talk is about!

I have a different Fantasy Friday for you today. It's time to take a stroll through the past - head back to the 50's, to a more traditional time when men were the head of the household and women were glad of it!

Please enjoy...

Father knows Best

Helen pealed off her gloves and put her hat in its box. She enjoyed getting out of the house to attend the monthly Ladies Society meetings but it did throw her a little behind on dinner preparations.

As she hurried to the kitchen she thought of what her friend Peggy had talked about at the meeting.

“I always send my little one’s a note in their book bags or lunch boxes.” She had explained, “I want them to know their mother is thinking of them.”

‘I’ve never even thought of that’ Helen mused to herself. ‘But tomorrow I’m sending each of the kids a note too.’ Helen loved her children very much. Deep down she wanted to be known as the best mother on the block.

Dinner was barely in the oven when she heard Clark coming in the front door. As he pushed open the kitchen door Helen turned from the stove.

“Oh dear,” she said “I guess I’m in trouble now.”

“Is that so?” Clark said putting down his briefcase. “And just what have you done now to get yourself in trouble now?” he asked grinning at his lovely wife.

Helen answered his grin with one of her own “Now don’t make it sound like I am always getting myself in trouble! The Ladies Society met today and I was late getting home so your dinner isn’t ready. Are you going to starve? It’s going to be another half hour.”

“I don’t know what this world is coming to.” Clark shook his head in mock despair. “We give you ladies permission to form your clubs and see what comes of it? You hen’s got to clucking and now every man in town is eating late.”

Clark stalked toward her, glint in his eye “Maybe a trip over my knee would keep me and my needs in your mind the next time all you girls are together.” He grabbed her arm and slid his hand to her waist.

“Silly” she laughed at him, blushing slightly. “You just go relax a bit and I’ll have supper on the table in no time.”

Clark kissed Helen on the nose and headed to the living room to read his paper. Soon enough Helen was calling to the children to wash up and come to dinner.

Late that evening after the dishes were done Helen packed lunches for Susie and Mark. Sitting at the kitchen table she wrote a note for each of them telling them to have a good day and that Mother was thinking of them. On the spur of the moment she decided to write one to Clark too.

To the most handsome man in the world, I just want you to know that I have been thinking of you all day. Your rock hard body, your exploring hands, and your sexy eyes. I can’t wait to experience all three tonight. I hope you will be thinking of me all day as I will be thinking of you. Your little sweetie, Helen

Slipping it into an envelope she tucked it into his briefcase. With any luck it would put him in a loving mood for the next evening.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning was the usual rush of getting the children dressed, fed and out the door to the bus. As Clark left for work Helen kiss had lingered a bit and she said “I’ll be thinking of you today!” Causing Clark to leave the house with a bemused smile on his face.

Opening his briefcase around 10:00 Clark found an unfamiliar envelope within. He opened it to read,

I just wanted you to know that Mommie is thinking of you today. Be a good boy and mind the teacher. Warm cookies when you get home.

Love,
Mommie

‘What on earth’ Clark wondered. At that moment Miss Sanders buzzed in “Mr. Anderson, there is a call for you on line 2. It’s Mark’s school.”

“Put it through.” Clark told her.

“Clark Anderson” he answered crisply. “Well hello, Mr. Coffee what can I do for you?” Clark asked Mark’s principal.

“Mark thought the note must be for his teacher…?”

“He gave it to Mr. Davis…?

“From my wife you say…?

“I’ll be right there.”

Grabbing his had and coat Clark hurried from the office.

~~~~~~

Helen hear the front door slam at the same instant she heard Clark shout “Helen where are you?” What on earth had brought Clark home in the middle of the day sounding so angry? Helen hadn’t even had time to answer his shout when he burst through the kitchen door, red faced with his normally handsome features screwed in to an intently angry expression.

“Honey, what’s wro…”

Clark cut her off. Slamming the note onto the counter in front of her he began “Can you tell me what on earth possessed a lady to write such a note?”

“Oh Clark, it was just a little joke. I didn’t think you would mind a little private note. Oh no!” she exclaimed, “You didn’t open it in front of someone else did you?” Her mind shrank in shame at the thought of one of his colleagues getting a glimpse of her note.

“No, I didn’t open it in front of anyone! You didn’t send it with me, you send it with Mark! He though a note must be for his teacher. Needless to say Mr. Davis was stunned to read it and passed it along to the principal who in turned called me. Helen how could you have written such an unladylike note and then been so careless as to send it to school with your son?”

As he had begun speaking Helen’s hands had flown to her mouth in horror as she realized what she had done! But as Clark ended with a reference to being unladylike and careless – two of his pet peeves with her one hand had unconsciously reached around to protect her behind. She had no doubt what was coming.

“Oh Clark, I don’t know how I could have made such a mistake! I am so sorry; you have to know how sorry I am.”

Clark reached into the drawer for the large wooded spatula. “All I know is that you are going to be a lot sorrier in a minute!”

Almost before she could realize it Helen found herself over her husband’s lap. Clark flipped up her dress and began spanking with earnest on her panty clad bottom. The make shift paddle created an incredible burn that made it nearly impossible for Helen to understand any of the lecture Clark continued with.

She seemed to catch a word here or there…

“Embarrassing… unladylike… careless… improper…”

But the burn on her seat was consuming all her contraction and causing her to cry out “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please Clark, please stop!!”

Clark stopped but did not let her up. “Young lady are you sure you have learned your lesson?”

“Oh Clark, I have! Truly I have – I won’t be careless again. I promise! And I’ll always be a lady. I will honey, I will. Please let me up!”

“You be still” Clark told her in a much calmed tone than he had used before. “I’ll let you know when I’m through.” He massaged her bright red bottom through her panties. Slowly he helped her to her up and pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried softly into his shirt front.

“Helen honey, you know how much I love you. But I have a responsibility as the head of the family to see that every member of this family conducts themselves appropriately. You are my wife and the example of a lady for your children. You understand why I had to spank you don’t you?”

“I understand” Helen admitted, “I don’t like it much” she added as she rubbed her sore seat. “But I understand.”

“Good” Clark said. “Now I have to get back to work.” He announced setting Helen back on her feet. As he reached the door he looked back and Helen. Her red rimmed eyes and her chastised look touched him and he turned back to her.

Wrapping his arms around her once again he whispered in her ear. “Although the note was totally inappropriate the content and thought behind it was sweet and very thought stimulating. Once the children are in bed tonight you can give me a full explanation of what you were thinking as you wrote it.”

With a final loving pat to her bottom Clark was out the door and gone. Tingling now in several places Helen couldn’t help smiling to herself and she looked forward to an special evening.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I really hope you enjoyed the story this week because I wrote it. I really can't take full credit. A friend sent me the idea and suggested I try a story from the 5o's. I liked the idea and decided to give it a try. This is what I came up with.

I also hope some more of you are out there writing and that you will be willing to share your stories with us. Please send any contributions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

The Help...or maybe 'HELP'!

Mollie and I went to the movies together yesterday. We saw The Help and it was wonderful! I read the book almost 6 months ago and really enjoyed it. I don’t go to the movies that often and went I do it’s not in the middle of the afternoon on a Monday, but let me tell you the audience was the most unusual I’ve ever seen. Have you ever been to a theater full of little old white women? I swear 90% of the audience had to be 75 or older. It was a hoot. We sat and watched everyone leave, this trail of little blue haired ladies, canes, walker… the works. We saw several obvious mother and daughter couples, Mollie just grinned at me. If any of you go see this movie, and I suggest you do, check out the audience. I’m wondering if this was just because it was an afternoon showing.

I am still getting interesting emails from Nick, sometimes more than one a day – unusual for Nick. I’m starting to think it might just be time to panic.

Little bubbles

This is a week when a lot of things are swirling around me – getting over the reunion, waiting to hear what my cousin thinks of my writing, starting back to work and Mollie moving out, lots and lots on my mind. But, as always, dancing in my mind is the general topic of this blog. Always overshadowing TTWD has been the time and privacy restraints. Now we’ll have both. So I have to wonder, what will happen?

I still don’t expect Nick to want a DD marriage. I’ve realized I don’t. But for a week or so Nick has been saying little things. He’s reminded me twice that there will consequences for not meeting my weight goal before the reunion. He grabbed me in the kitchen one day and used our new ouchie spatula – and I mean, used it until I felt it! He said that was only a down payment because Mollie was on her way home.

There have been lots of ups and downs in our journey through TTWD. I think, over time, I've changed what I really want to more realistic expectations than I had originally. I still want this lifestyle but I want something that works for Nick and me. If there are any ruled that matter to Nick I hope he’ll share them with me. I like the idea. I’ll never be totally submissive but there are things about myself that I need to change and that I want to change. Some of these relate to taking better care of myself and other are as mundane as housekeeping chores I should do better. These are things I know I should take care of myself but I’ve never really made myself. Will Nick?

I don’t know. I’ve tried not to get my hopes up too much. I mean, I have an optimistic attitude and Nick has done several things that make me hopeful, but I’ve been disappointed before. Often Nick really had no idea what I was wanting, maybe I didn’t know either. I think we have a good chance now. There are little bubbles of excitement rising in me and they sure do feel good.

Fantasy Friday, Safety Matters, II

Here we go, I'll be back at work by next Friday. Today's Fantasy Friday was the first story from Lillian. She sent this to me almost exactly 2 years ago today. Lillian is a few decades younger than I am and while she has been reading spanking stories for a while this was her first attempt at writing one. I think you'll be as impressed as I was.

So please enjoy...

Safety Matters

“Unbelievable,” Joe muttered under his breath.

“You ok?” Sean asked around a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, I’m fine” but she’s not gonna be when I get done with her, Joe thought. He couldn’t believe she would run in the park. Alone. AGAIN! Oh just wait, he thought.

“Hey, I know we haven’t had lunch together in forever, but I have to cut this short, and I won’t be back at the office the rest of the day either, tell Paul I got sick or something k?”

“Yeah sure, but Paul isn’t going to like it. Where are you going anyway? We finally escape the office to have lunch in the great outdoors and now you’re running off? What gives?” Sean complained.

Joe knew it was true, every since he had gotten married eight months ago he hadn’t been a very good friend. But now was not the time to deal with Sean.

“Tell you what,” Joe said getting to his feet “pick a weekend this month and we will go fishing. No matter what I will make it work, just name the date. Right now though, I really have to go. Enjoy the rest of the pizza.”

Taking off at a slow jog, Joe left the river bank and headed for the parking lot. As he slid into his car he started looking for Becky’s. How could she do this again? He thought outraged. She was running in the park alone. Hadn’t he told her before he would run with her, she just had to wait for him to get home from work. How would he feel if someone hurt her just because she couldn’t wait to go running? And how often was she running here without telling him? The park was too dense with trees for it to be safe for a woman to run alone. It was too easy for someone to hide.

This was the one and only fight they had had while dating. When he discovered she ran alone he had made her swear not to do it anymore. And when he found out a month later that she had indeed started running alone again, it had been the start to their discipline relationship.

He smiled briefly at the thought of that day. Finding her sweat dampened running suit. Racing through the house to find her reading on the couch. Turning her over his knee and laying in with the hardest swats he could muster.

He smiled again. Her surprise. His surprise. Sure he had thought about it in the past with other women, but never had he spanked anyone. Never had he loved someone enough that he would do anything to keep her safe, including discipline her.

She had yelled, then finally given in to his harsh treatment. When the anger was gone, and she just cried, he let her up and just held her. When the tears stopped, she apologized and once again promised to never do it again.

She never questioned the fact I had just turned her bottom red. She never asked if it would happen again. Somehow they both just knew it would.

And it did. Once for a bounced check and another for not going to the doctor before her bronchitis turned to pneumonia (though she had had to wait till she was better for that spanking). And even once again for running alone. There had been other times too. Spankings had started to add up over the course of their two year relationship. He smiled again at the thought of some of the more fun ones. Then he sighed as he finally spotted her car.

He parked a ways away. He didn’t want her to see his car before he was ready. He sighed again as he took in where she parked. Directly next to a thick set of trees, a perfect place for someone to hide, he thought miserably.

~~~~~

Wiping her neck Becky sighed. I guess I had better get home before Joe does. I need to make sure to throw these cloths in the wash and take a shower, She thought. She enjoyed running, it was one of her favorite activities outside of… well let’s be honest… sex. Both got her blood pumping and her adrenaline going. She smiled; maybe she would do something “bad” tonight….

Her thoughts trailed off as one of her favorite songs came on her IPod. She turned it up just a little louder and sped up for the last quarter mile of her run. With her car in sight and the music blaring she ran thoughtlessly.

Suddenly and without warning, hot hands grasped her. One on her upper arm, then before she could turn, another over her mouth. She was off her feet in an instant. The hands that grasped her were strong. Bruising her arm as they lifted her.

She tried to fight. Tried to scream. Tried to get away. Then it hit her. She was going to die. Someone was really going to drag her off in the woods and kill her. Or at the very least rape her. Oh gosh, Joe! He would never forgive her. Never get over this.

As soon as she stopped fighting, she was placed back on her feet. Gradually, the hand on her arm started to loosen. And the one on her mouth released her. She opened her mouth to scream and found herself being spun around and lips catching hers. Pulling, biting, seeking. She tried to pull away but the force of the man’s (she knew it was a man now from the hardness that pressed against her thigh) hands keep her tightly against him. She opened her eyes, if she lived through this she wanted to be able to tell the police everything.

“OOOOOUU,” came out as she saw who held her for the first time.

Joe looked down at her half scared, half relieved face as she realized she was safe. He released her mouth but not her body. The tremors were sudden then, just like the tears. She shook and cried into his shirt as he held her.

“I love you. I love you more than anything” he whispered as she shook. She was trying to say something in reply but it was lost in her sobs, so he just held her until she was reduced to sniffles.

“What were you thinking?” he murmured into her hair. “Becky, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” she cried with a fresh wave of tears.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” he yelled with renewed anger. “Do you know how easily it could have been someone else who grabbed you? Someone else who kissed you? Someone else who….” He shook with fear and anger. He couldn’t even think the last one.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry and it will never happen again!”

“I know it won’t I am gonna make sure of that. I think this little incident may have scared you straight but I think I will take you home and give myself some insurance that you will never even THINK about running alone again.”

“Joe, NO, I’m sorry. I swear this set me straight, I will never let it happen again! Never!”

“Hun, you know I love you, but you are going to get spanked for this one. And it’s not up for discussion. So let’s go home and get it over with.” He held her as he half carried – half walked her to her car.

“But where’s your car?” She complained as he slid her into the passenger seat of her own car.

“It’s locked; we can come back for it later after we have taken care of some business.” He gave her a quick peck then rounded the car to climb in the driver’s seat.

The ride home was a quiet one. He never wanted to have to repeat this lesson again, and he hoped that his actions in the park had finally proved to her why running alone was such a bad idea.

They got home quickly, too quickly for Becky’s liking. She knew what would come next.

“I want you to go upstairs switch into PJ bottoms, lower them and be waiting in the corner in 3 minutes.”

“Yes sir,” She replied as she climbed out of the car and hurried upstairs.

She wondered how he would spank her. The first time he had just used his hand in his hast. The next time she had been caught running alone he had used a wooden spoon on her, which stung like heck. But those were a while ago and since then many new “toys” had been added to their collection. She shuttered at the thought of what she would feel.

~~~~~

He entered the house resolved to make her feel her lesson. He was almost sure he would never have to worry about her running alone again, but he wanted to be positive.

When he entered their room she was in the corner with her PJ’s around her ankles just as he had instructed.

He sat down on the bed and called her over. She shuffled over and immediately lay over his knees.

“I’m sorry” is all she whispered as his hand cracked down for the first of many times. Over and over his hand came down. He was holding nothing back. He wanted her to feel the sting in her bottom. He wanted her to remember today forever.

Harder his swats came as he thought about the danger she had placed herself in. faster they came as he realized how easy it was to grab her.

He spanked her butt until she began to wiggle and kick, then he laid into the top of her thighs none to gently. Her butt and thighs were turning a light red color. She was crying softly and apologizing, while his hand was beginning to sting. He gave her a few more hard smacks on both her thighs and butt. Then let her up.

“Stand right there and don’t even think about touching your red ass.” He said with a little more anger than he meant. He left the room and quickly returned with their bath brush.

That thing hurts! She thought. I’m never going to sit after he gets done with me! “Please not that,” she begged aloud.

“You should thank me for giving you a nice warm-up before using it on you! Maybe you won’t bruise since I don’t plan to be gentle.”

Warm-up? Bruise? Oh gosh…

“Now bend over, hands on the mattress, ass in the air.”

She did so immediately and within seconds the first blazing strike hit. “Owww,” she cried.

Two more landed on top of the first. She stood up and grabbed her butt. “Please,” she said tears rolling down her cheeks now.

“Bend back over” he told her, “and that’s three for the hands” he added without regret.

She quickly bent back over and Joe once again started swinging without mercy. She was going to learn her lesson, even if it killed him to teach it to her. He was glad she didn’t see his face as it contorted with every stroke as she yelled out.

When he was satisfied and her butt was sore, he slowed his strikes and landed each swat with extra force and precision. When he land ten extra hard over there the course of 2 minutes and her crying and screaming became sobs, he finally stopped.

He knew he had never spanked her this hard before. But he also knew her pretty little ass had never deserved it so much before. He let her cry herself out and when her sobs reduced to sniffles he told her stand, left palm up.

Her crying became heavy again but she did as she was asked. He quickly landed three strokes across her open hand.

“Right hand now please.”

She submitted her right hand for the same punishment crying out as the sting of each stroke hit her.

“Almost done now, it’s almost over. Lay across the bed for me sweetie.” His voice was soft again. He knew she would be sore and likely even bruised. Not something he liked to do and had only happened on one occasion before.

Almost? She thought scared. But it hurts. I’m on fire. My hands hurt. I’m never going to get into trouble again. “Pleeeeease nooooo mmmmore, pleassssssse.” She begged.

“Almost done, just lay down on the bed for me.” He said almost sadly.

He left the room and returned empty handed as he entered the closet. When he came out her breath caught.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Yes, six of the best with the cane and then its over, its all over.” He had never really caned her. Once he gave her a medium hard stroke and she almost came out of her skin. Now he expected her to take SIX??

“It will be ok,” he reassured her, “but you need this, so grab a pillow and it will be over in a minute.”

She did as he said tucking her into the pillow and within a second the first stripe was on her butt.

She screamed but it was muffled in the pillow. Joe cringed as he watched the stripe go from white to an angry red welt. Before he talked himself out of the other 5 he laid them on her so fast he barely had time to breath.

He could hear her screaming even through the pillow as the last one landed.

He threw the cane down and climbed in bed next to her as she screamed and sobbed. Even without the cane hitting her she continued to scream as the pain from the last five grew.

“I love you” he said when he thought she could hear him. “I love you so much; I never want ANYTHING to happen to you.”

She was quiet for a few moments before she replied, “I love you too and I promise never to run without you. I promise. I really am sorry.” She gave him a small smile.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. And I’m sorry you’re going to be sore for the next few days, but at least I know you won’t be running.”

She smiled at him and he leaned into to kiss his thoroughly beautiful, thoroughly lovely, thoroughly spanked, wife.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Lillian, you did a fantastic job! Thank you so much for sending this. Lillian said that although she enjoys reading stories both reading and writing still feels a little taboo. She shared, "I knew if I didn't send it the second the last word was down I would have deleted it." I am sooooo glad you decided to send it!

If you are willing to try a story please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

If you should ever send a story and don't hear from me within 24 hours please send it again. I always worry that something may end up in the span file. I try to check but something could slip by me. If you don't hear from me - I didn't get it!!!

Lillian, thanks again and please keep writing!