Spanking implements everywhere you look

When I first come out to Nick as a spanko I let my mind go wild. I saw spanking implements everywhere! I remember Christmas shopping that first year.  I saw belts and slippers. I spotted hair brushes, bath brushes, and lint brushes. I saw spatulas and wooden spoons of all shapes sizes and thicknesses. I noticed rulers, fly swatters, leather dog collars, ping pong paddle and a few other toys that boasted one kind of paddle or another. And if you’ll ride through our mountains and look in some of the gift shops you’ll find actually paddles, usually with cute sayings on them. I’m telling you everything that could possibly be used to spank caught my eye.

I’ve calmed down some. I can look at a belt or a hairbrush and not blush or giggle when I think of it’s more fun uses. But something caught my attention the other day! Never before had I seen a paddle advertised on Good Morning America Deals and Steals.  But here it is…

They claim it’s a grill cleaner. Sure, it’s possible I guess. But thats sure not what I saw. Do you think Nick could use one for Father’s Day?

Celebration anyone?

Me, I’m not big on celebrations. They’re fine and I often enjoy them, but you need to keep them small for me. We have had two thing worth celebrating over this past weekend. The first was our 37^th wedding anniversary. Thirty-seven years, where does the time go? There are a few restaurants opening around us, but I wasn’t that excited about going to any of them. I’m not really worried about catching something. I’m just not quite ready yet. I hadn’t even been out anywhere to buy a card. So I wrote Nick a little letter – which he said was better than a card anyway. Here’s part of the note.

Happy Anniversary honey,

I decided to write instead of a card. You know I’m not that wild about celebrations. I like ordinary days the best. I like you telling me good bye in the morning, although you do forget at times. (I don’t think he’s ever forgotten, but sometimes I don’t really wake up and I always accuse him of not remembering.)  I like you coming and sitting with me in my writing room when you get home. I like both of us being comfortable with silence when we’re home together. I like getting supper ready, bumping into one another in the kitchen as we reach over or under or try to avoid the microwave door. I like both of us feeling comfortable asking the other to get up and get something, because the cat’s sitting on us. I like slipping into bed at night and having you reach over and pat my butt or rub my feet with yours.

I guess when you add all these likes together it adds up to love. And I do love you.

Maybe in the years to come we’ll plan some big do… or take a trip or something. But right now I’m pretty content with what we’re doing day in and day out.

Our second celebration this weekend was Nick’s dad’s 99^th birthday. The family has gotten together for lunch every Sunday since long before I joined the family. All the brothers and sisters come and often the grandchildren and great-grandchildren that still live here. But we haven’t all been getting together for as few months now. For the time being we take turns and go up one family at a time. 

But we all went up this Sunday, twenty in all. We picnicked in his yard, on the shady side and  kept a reasonable distance from one another. I really enjoyed seeing and talking to everyone again. Ninety-nine and still going strong. He lives alone, although there are people there most of the time. Two ladies alternate during the days and then the kids take turns bringing his dinner and staying to help him into bed at night. I think he really enjoyed seeing all the family too. What else would you want on your 99^th birthday?

Fantasy Friday - Father Knows Best

* Friends I hope you'll come by the Reading Room today. This snippet is important to me.

I wrote today's Fantasy Friday at the prodding of a friend. She asked me to write a story in a different time setting. I let the idea churn in my head for a while and this is what I came up with.  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 the women loved 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 asked, 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!”  Clark left the house with a bemused smile on his face.

Opening his briefcase around 10:00, he 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 two. 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 heard 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, 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 soar 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.

~o~

I think a story like this would have made 'Leave it to Beaver' or 'Father knows Best' much more interesting. I'd love it if some of you would try a story - from any time period you like! Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I couldn't resist!

Sorry, sorry! I said no more politics and I meant it, truly. But I couldn't resist this. It's the best meme I've run across and I have so many lovely readers from Canada that I just had to share.

What must the mailman think?

Nick and I are registered in different political parties. We have always vote for the person we feel will do the best job and we are in TOTAL agreement on all political issues these days. But I’m guessing that the mailman is worried that we must fight all the time because we get mail from both sides. I don’t care, let the other side waste their money.

This won’t become a political blog, but the real world is hard to ignore at the moment.

What happened to George Floyd is horrific. We are all beginning to realize that what happened to him is not new, all that’s new is the fact that it’s now being caught on camera. I stand with those demonstrating. I’m angered by those bent on destruction who are trying to dilute the message of the protestors.

I am beyond disgusted by the actions of the person who calls himself our president. 

We’re hurting. We have the pandemic, the unnecessary death of a black man, so many people without jobs or a way to feed their family, there is distrust and pain everywhere.

I’m sad, I’m scared, I’m mad, I’m frustrated, I’m discouraged, and I’m tentatively hopeful. No one person can solve this problem. But I pray to God that this November will see the end to one of the worst times in American history. I pray we will elect leaders with integrity, compassion and the willingness to serve, protect and defend everyone in our country.

If you disagree with me I don’t care. I don’t plan to talk about it out here again, but I needed to get it out.

Another week, same old stuff

I guess this is my most pressing 

question these days.

And this certainly seems

right

But I did have a nice visit with 
my grand dog this weekend .

Hopefully this week will bring a haircut for me!

Fantasy Friday - Realizing a need

I was so excited to actually get a brand new Fantasy Friday story for you all today. I don't get many new ones these day but they are always welcomed. I hope you all like it as much as I did and I hope you'll leave a comment to encourage our new friend.

Realizing a Need

It had been an emotionally exhausting weekend. Visitation, funeral, reception. We had come home and I had immediately gone to do the most urgent household chores but soon went to lie down on our made bed while my husband sat down in the living room and turned on the TV. I was still in my black dress, uncomfortable bra and Spanx. A few minutes later my husband came in to our bedroom, kissed me, and went into our bathroom, closing the door. I pulled off the Spanx first, then decided the whole outfit had to go. 

My clothes and laundry basket were in the closet I would have to go through the occupied bathroom to access, so I tossed my dress and bra onto the floor and pulled on a long t-shirt from my husband’s dresser. I lay back down on the bed and tried to read a book on my phone but couldn’t concentrate. I had not put panties on and started fingering myself, thinking maybe I could get my husband’s attention when he came out of the bathroom. 

Then I heard his phone ring and he began a conversation I couldn’t quite hear since he had left the TV in the living room playing. When he finally came out he was still looking at the phone as he told me he needed to go meet a friend of his briefly to lend him something.

I had sworn I was going to just be nice and go along with everything the weekend of the funeral, since I knew it was hard on him, but my face betrayed my actual reaction.

“Why is this a problem?” He asked.

“I just hate how everything is so last minute with him.” Was my truthful response. We had argued about this guy before. “It’s Saturday.”

My husband looked at me. “It’s important, I need to meet him, it will take an hour and then I’ll be back. Does that work for you?”

“Do what you want,” I replied and I sounded whiny and petulant even to myself but I couldn’t seem to control it. I wanted, no needed, his attention in a way I couldn’t ask for.

“OK,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.” He looked at me again like he wanted to say something else but didn’t. He walked out of the bedroom without kissing me and shut the door a little too hard.

I sighed and went back to my phone.

And then, only a minute or two later, the door swung open and my husband was back, striding purposely into the room and looking at me intensely. “I realized what you need,” he said. I looked at him surprised.

He had a bit of a smile, just a twitching lip as he tried to give me a stern look. He sat down on the upholstered chair in the corner of our bedroom, the first time I’d ever seen him sit there.

“Come here, baby,” he said in a commanding voice.

“I thought you were leaving,” I said.

“I need to take care of something first,” was his reply. “Now don’t make me ask you again.”

I got up, curious, and walked to him.

He patted his leg, “Over my knee.”

I just looked at him. His lip was still twitching into a smile and now mine was too. “OK,” I said, and placed myself over his knees. He had spanked me before but only as part of foreplay and always at my request, never commanding it and never taking me over his lap.

His hand went under my long t-shirt to my butt, rubbing it.

“Not wearing anything under?” He asked with amusement.

He continued rubbing for a few seconds. Then all of a sudden his hand smacked down on my right cheek with a loud noise. I gasped a little but couldn’t deny the smile, or the wetness that almost immediately came.

“I realized you need a spanking,” he said, while continuing to spank each cheek rhythmically, “for not just telling me when you wanted attention. And for being salty when I need to go see my friend. And to get it through to you that you are my first priority even when I am busy. And last but not least to leave you with a sting that you can feel until I get back, when I have other plans for this naked body.”

He stopped, rubbing again. “Is that enough to get my point across?”

“Yes,” I said quietly, though I really wanted more.

“Mm,” he said, “Five more for the ‘do whatever you want.’ I hate it when you say that. Count them.”

His hand came crashing down, harder than before. He smacked hard and fast, alternating cheeks. My voice was trembling as I counted the five.

He rubbed my butt again. “I love your butt,” he said. “Almost wish I didn’t have to meet anyone. Now sit up.”

I sat up on his lap, butt stinging but a warmth spreading through my whole body and an undeniable wetness.

He held my face and kissed me deeply. I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder, and he stroked my hair.

“I’m going to leave now,” he said. “Will you be ready for me when I get back?”

~~

Thank you! I really appreciate having a new story to post. And I hope I'll hear from you again. Is everyone is taking notes. You really need to give yourself a chance. Try writing a story - just for yourself. And then hopefully you take the chance and share it with us. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thank you, Roz!

I think every blogger out here today could say that. When I started blogging, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, most bloggers said, “I’m blogging for myself. It doesn’t matter what others think. If they come by, that’s great. But I don’t care.” 

I've never said that. I’ve always cared that people came by. That’s what I was blogging for – contact with others. Specifically, at that time, others that enjoyed the spanking lifestyle and could tell me more about it.  

As the years have gone by and I end up posting about anything that catches my fancy, comments have gone down. That’s sad, but it’s reality. I want to thank all those of you who often drop by, Ronnie, Windy, Sunny, Deena, Abby, Hermione, Boo, Fondles, Morningstar, Terps, Baker, Xen and others.

But my biggest thank you is to Roz who is here every day, rain or shine. And not just here. I see her on all the blogs I visit. I just wonder if she realizes just how much her loyalty means. I know that more than once I’ve wondered if it wasn’t for Roz’s daily visits  would I keep blogging at all. I guess I’d feel like I’m talking to myself.

Roz, thank you so much for being here. For keeping me from feeling alone when I post. For still being part of the blogging world. Please don’t think you can’t take a day off when you need it, but know you are greatly appreciated! I’ve always appreciated ever comment I ever gotten. I still do.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Safety Matters

Happy Friday!   This story came from a new writer back in 2009.  The author name is Lillian. She said at the time she has been reading spanking stories for a while this was her first attempt at writing one. I was impressed. 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 two 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.

~o~

Lillian, you did a fantastic job! She told me at the time that although she enjoyed reading stories both reading and writing still felt 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'm glad she chose to send it.

Anyone out there who is toying with the idea of writing a story but just hasn't taken the plunge yet. Come on, give it a try!! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

Meme from the past

I felt like putting up a meme from the past today, with updated answers. I believe this one came from Hermione back in the day.

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be? 

One of my children.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?

Have I not mentioned that I’m perfect? Of course I do.

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?

If I know everyone, I’m a talker. If I don’t know many, I listen.

Do you take compliments well?

I usually say thank-you, but I rarely believe them.

Are you an active person?

Does typing count?

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive?

Not for very long.

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?

No, I’ve always been a home body.

What was your favorite game as a kid?

I always wanted to play ‘make believe’ and I always wanted to be the boy.

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?

Would I what? Tell them to go to hell, probably.

Are you judgmental? 

Hopefully a little less than the average person.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?

Neither any more, I’m fine.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Ready to retire.

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?

I need my eyes for reading and writing and visiting out here. I need my ears for listening to real life friends. As it is I have to wear glasses and I can only hear well out of one ear – I’ll stick with what I've got.

Are you continuing your education?

You have no idea how much I’m learning.

Do you know how to shoot a gun?

Nope.

How often do you read books?

As much as I can when I’m not writing one.

Do you think more about the past, present or future?

Most of the time, the future.

What is your favorite children's book?

I loved the Trixie Beldon mysteries

Where is your ideal house located?

In the mountains with a great view of the valley.

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?

French cut panties.

Last person you talked to?

Mollie

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?

A few times as a kid.

What are your keys on your keychain for?

One key, for the house and a fob for the car.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?

From my bedroom to my writing room.

Where is your current pain?

My knees usually, but not too bad at the moment.

Do you like mustard?

NO! I hate it, and Nick won’t touch mayo – this union will never last.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat?

Sleep.

Do you look like your mom or dad?

My dad, so I’m told.

How long does it take you in the shower? 

I love a long shower, probably about fifteen minutes.

What movie do you want to see right now?

Well Moana is coming on tomorrow night and I've never seen it. And Titanic is coming on Sunday. I'll probably watch that.

What was the cause of your last accident?

Coughing (some can relate).

How we see things

 

Last week Ronnie put up a post about avatars. You can find that post here. I love hers it’s so very British and lovely. I’m guessing for those of you who have read any Cassie books, my avatar isn’t really a mystery. I’ve known about Cassie’s ivory brush for most of my life. Also, as a lifelong spanko the idea of ‘the brush’ sitting on a dresser, the doily giving it an old fashion feel, is just classic. 

Are there other spanking implement or situations that we see that vanilla’s would never see? I know that I look at things differently that vanilla people do. I hope I’m not the only one.

Fantasy Friday Revival - A Promise Broken

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday. I’m putting up all the stories pretty much in the order I got them and I like today’s story very much. More about the writer at the end. For now, please enjoy...

A Promise Broken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Annie said looking at the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

For the first time Annie could remember she was beginning to feel true remorse. In the past evading, pretending and out right lying had mostly gotten her out of trouble, not into it. But this was different. Jonas truly meant something to her. And obviously honesty was important to him. As the tears began to come Annie said, in all sincerity, “Jonas, I am so sorry. I mean it! It never really mattered before when I broke a promise but I know I hurt you and I’ll never do it again.  Please let me up it’s starting to hurt!” 

“Annie,” Jonas told her, “I haven’t even started yet.  And yes, it is going to hurt!” With that Jonas began spanking seriously. It was obvious that Annie had never been spanked before. Jonas did want to go overboard but he was also determined that Annie would have no doubt how seriously he took lying. 

Annie couldn’t believe how much heat was being delivered to her behind. She was on fire and still he didn’t stop. She cried, she tried to put one had a back to protect her throbbing, punished bottom. But Jonas quickly pinned her hand to the small of her back and continued until he felt he had done a thorough job.

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

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

~o~

I really hope you liked it. This was a Fantasy Friday that I wrote. I wrote it years ago.  Jonas and Annie are based around the story I ‘mind blogged’ for most of my life.  This was the stuff of my teenage years (and beyond) fantasies. I keep thinking I'd like to write more about them some day.  

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