First World Problems

I have a very stress-free life. There are small worries but at the moment I have no serious problems that worry me. However, I do have several 'first-world problems,' as Mollie calls them, and one of these little problems recently got solved.

 

We are fortunate enough to have a pool. Nick, my cute pool boy, takes care of it and I just get to enjoy. But each summer since I retired, I do have one job - turning on the pump each morning. Nick doesn’t want it running 24 hours a day. Was this a big chore for me? No, of course not, but I still didn’t like it.

 

This onerous task involves going down stairs, my knees still hurt most of the time and stairs are not my friends. Adding to my dislike of stairs is that there are always spider webs built across them and that’s an icky feeling. But I make it to the pool, head through the gate (more spider webs) go across to the other side of the house and walk through the grass – always wet at that time of morning, through the other gate and to the electrical box. 

I’m always stepping carefully by this time looking for snakes and spiders in this area. I open the box – it takes two hands, flip the switch, close the box – two hands again and then head back. By the time I get back to the stairs I swear new webs have been spun, but I manage to force my creaking knees back up to the house.

 

Hmm… I don’t see any tears of pity for me yet.

 

I’ve been doing this for a few years, it’s truly not the worst chore in the world, but I was griping a little about it to Nick. He’s not here to do it most morning because he works for a living. Appropriately, he laughed at me and commented that he was shocked I hadn’t demanded a divorce yet.

 

I thought no more about it until a package arrived for Nick a few days later. When he opened it I saw it was mechanical so I ignored it as he headed downstairs with whatever it was. About an hour later he comes up and hands me a fob. I looked puzzled as he led me to the window and said, “Try it.”

Yes, he had installed a remote control switch. I now stand in my writing room and with a push of the button turn the pump on and off. So if any of you were concerned that I’m not as spoiled as I once one, you can stop worrying. I’m still spoiled as rotten as ever.

I took my break and I found out I missed blogging. I like blogging. Old habits are hard to break. For fifteen years I’ve looked at the little incidents in my life as possible blog posts. And I found I was still doing that. Nothing particularly exciting, just ordinary stuff. But I realized that this blog is where I sort out my thoughts and feelings. 

 

So I’m going to blog when I feel like it about whatever come to mind. If I have something to say about spanking, I’ll say it. But don’t come looking for that because you probably won’t find much.  I’ll still blog things about my sweet husband, my kids, my writing and lots of other random things. I may be here three time a week or three times a month. I just don’t know.

 

I hope you’ll come by for a quick read, or even better, leave a comment if you’d like. I always appreciate that. I’ve made friends here, and I missed them. I can relax now, not having to try to come with something ‘on topic’ once and a while. I’ll see you around.

Fantasy Friday - Texting while Driving

I told you I'd pop back in if I got any new Fantasy Fridays and I got one. I got this one from Adrienne. She says...

My name is Adrienne. I've been married to my hubby Jeremiah for almost 12 years.  We have two sweet kiddos.  I've had a variety of professions, but right now I'm a teacher at my kids' school. :)  This story was written specifically for my hubby and I decided you folks might enjoy it too. Thanks for reading!

Texting While Driving

Rebecca was on her way home from work for her normal date night with her husband Mark. She smiled thinking about the evening they had planned. She had already laid out her outfit: her little black dress, skimpy lacy black panties, and super high spiky heels. She knew the combo would drive Mark mad. On Friday evenings, Mark’s mother and father picked the grandkids up at the daycare and kept them overnight, affording Rebecca and Mark an uninterrupted evening together once a week. Rebecca felt blessed to have such wonderful in-laws who would care for her little ones and allow the young married couple some time alone.

While sitting at a stop light, Rebecca remembered that she had not included her toddler’s antibiotic in his overnight bag. Quickly, she spoke a text message into her phone informing her mother-in-law where she could find Mikey’s medicine. Before she was able to proofread the message, the light turned green. With one eye on the phone and one eye on the road, Rebecca tried to proofread the message while accelerating from the light. After a few seconds, she was satisfied with the message and hit send.

When she arrived home, her husband had not yet arrived. She quickly ran up the stairs and shed her work clothing, careful to place it in the hamper so that Mark would not be upset with her. She clipped her hair to the top of her head and jumped in the shower. As she quickly shaved her legs, she heard Mark coming into the bedroom. “Hi, Honey! I’ll be out in a minute,” she called.

Stepping out of the shower, Rebecca toweled off, then put on her robe and headed into the bedroom to greet her husband. Entering the room, she went to her dresser and grabbed the brush, taking the clip out of her hair and beginning to brush it as she said, “How was your day, Hun?”

Mark came up behind her and craned his neck to kiss her cheek. “I had a pretty good day. I was really looking forward to getting home and having our date. But, then I got a call from my mom about Mikey’s medicine.”

“Oh, is she coming over to get it?”
“No, I told her that we would drop it off on our way to dinner.”
“Okay,” Rebecca answered.
“She said you sent her a text message about it at 5:45.”
“That sounds about right.”
“Weren’t you driving home at that time?” Mark asked suspiciously.
Rebecca shrugged. “Well, yes, but I wrote the text at a stop light,” she answered. Mark turned Rebecca around to look him in the eye. “So you were not moving at

all until after you sent the text?”
Rebecca stood very still. She couldn’t lie to Mark. If he found out that she had

lied, she would be in trouble, but more than that, she hated lying. She tried hard to avoid

doing it, even taking it to the extreme of not telling her children about Santa or the Easter Bunny because she would be lying to them. She had to tell the truth. “I had just started moving when I hit send.”

“So, you were texting and driving?” Mark asked, obviously unhappy. Rebecca swallowed hard. “Sort of.”
“What is the rule, Rebecca?”
“That I cannot text while the car is moving, I mean, if I’m driving,” she said,

avoiding his eyes.
“Why do we have that rule?” Mark asked.
“Because if I’m paying attention to my phone, I’m not paying attention to the road

and someone could get hurt,” she answered very quietly.
“Did anyone get hurt today?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Good,” Mark said, but he didn’t sound happy. He used his index finger to tip her

chin up so he could look into her eyes. “Is there any guarantee that someone won’t be hurt the next time you disobey the rule?”

“No,” she admitted.
“So, what do we need to do about it?”
Rebecca trembled. She knew it was a rhetorical question. The correct answer was

“spank Rebecca,” but she did not want to get spanked tonight. They would miss their dinner reservations and perhaps the off-Broadway show that her husband had bought tickets for months ago. “I know I’ve earned a punishment, Mark, but can we do it later? I don’t want to ruin our evening.”

Mark put his arms around his wife and pressed a kiss to her temple. In truth, he would rather not punish her tonight, but he forced himself to remember that her safety was far more important than dinner, a show, or date night. “Rebecca, I don’t want to miss our special evening, but I don’t think we can put this off. Texting and driving is serious. It can cause someone to be hurt or killed. It is my job to keep you safe and that’s far more important than our date.”

Rebecca sagged and felt tears starting to pool in her eyes. She hated being punished. She hated ruining their special evening. Why hadn’t she waited to send the message? She laid her forehead on Mark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mark. I know you’ve been looking forward to this evening.”

Mark gently pushed her back enough that he could reach down and untie the knot in the robe’s belt then tug the robe off her shoulders. She set the brush down and straightened her arms so that the robe would come off unhindered. Once she was unclothed, her husband kissed her lips. When he broke the kiss, he said, “I love you,

Sweet Girl, and I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve. Go stand in the corner.”

Rebecca whispered, “Yes, sir.” She turned and headed for the punishment corner, the corner of her bedroom behind the hamper. She moved the hamper aside and touched her nose to the corner where the two walls met. Her tears began to fall in earnest. She was not upset with Mark, but with herself. She had known better than to use her phone while she was driving. Now she was not only ruining her evening, but her husband’s as well. After several minutes, she heard the timer on her husband’s phone trill.

Mark shut off the timer, then spoke. “Rebecca,” Mark said, sounding stern, “please come here and lean over the end of the bed.”

A shiver moved through her abdomen as Rebecca moved to obey her husband. Mark had been spanking her for the entire eight years that they had been married. He was always firm, but fair and kind. She knew he would not harm her, but she also knew his spankings hurt.

She reached the bed and laid her torso on it, so that her hips hit right at the edge of the bed and her legs bent down and away from the bed. She shivered again, this time only partly from fear, but also from cold as the ceiling fan blew directly down on her bare skin, still a little damp from her shower. A moment later she realized that Mark had flipped off the switch, causing the fan to slow to a stop.

She heard the unmistakable sound of leather being slid out of belt loops and the jingle of the belt buckle as the belt was folded in half to make a spanking strap. From experience, Rebecca knew that Mark had clenched the buckle in his hand and wrapped the leather around his fist so as to keep the buckle from accidentally striking her.

Mark spoke again, “Rebecca, tell me why you’re getting a spanking.”

Rebecca whispered, “Because I was texting and driving and putting myself and others in danger.”

“I’ve had to punish you for this before, haven’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
“So, your punishment tonight is going to be harsher than usual because we

obviously haven’t gotten this lesson across yet. I expect you to be still and take your spanking like a good girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If we can get this spanking done without interruptions of kicking feet and the like, we should still be able to make our show, okay?”

Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded. She braced herself for the first spank. Mark brought his arm down and the belt made a slapping sound across her bottom and left a slight red line. The second lick was slappy and stingy and brought tears to

Rebecca’s eyes. Four more just like it fell across her bottom causing her to yelp and waggle her bottom. She again heard Mark’s stern voice behind her, "Hold still, Rebecca."

She stilled her bottom and waited for the next stroke. Instead there came six in quick succession, whack, crack, crack, slap, crack, slap! Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat as Mark lit up her back end. "Oww! ow ow ow ow ow!!!" Again the belt lashed, this time catching her just underneath the curve of her bottom where the thigh connects to the buttocks. She raised up off the bed with a loud yelp. Mark waited for her to return to her correct position, which she did a moment later.

Mark placed his right hand on her back to hold her down while his belt-wielding left responded with three much harder spanks. “I. . .crack. . said. . . crack . . . be . . . crack . . . still, girl!” She yelped at each spank, and again stilled her motion and worked hard to obey.

Mark said, “Five more, Sweet Girl. Remember to be still.” He brought the belt down again and again, and she could no longer contain the wails bubbling up in her throat, but she kept her bottom still. Finally, the assault stopped. Rebecca panted, feeling as though she had run a marathon, and hoped desperately that her punishment was done, but she knew that Mark probably had other plans.

Mark took her arm and tugged gently, saying, “C’mere, Rebecca.” He helped her get up. She moved to hug him. He hugged her back, then whispered into her hair, “You need to go back to the corner, Sweet Girl. We’re not done yet.” She let out a sob and moved away from him into the corner. Again, he set his timer.

When the timer went off, Rebecca turned around and saw Mark move toward the straight backed chair that he had set in the middle of the room, sit down, and pat his left knee. She noticed that her flat-backed hair brush lay on the ground near his feet. She groaned. She detested getting spanked with that brush.

She moved toward him, still hoping that they could make it to the show. He held his hand up to her to help her across his knees. She took a shaky breath, then accepted his assistance. The brush was beside her left hand. When he asked for it, she picked it up and handed it to him. He put his right arm across her waist and tucked her in close to his body, holding her firmly.

Rebecca felt the cool, smooth back of the brush rub over her punished cheeks, and the tears that had nearly stopped while she was in the corner, started anew. She put her palms on the floor in front of her and her feet on the floor behind her, sighing

deeply.

“Time to get this over with,” Mark thought. He lifted the brush and brought it down on her right cheek then on her left. She cried out, but she held position.

When he swung again, harder this time, Rebecca screeched. He brought the brush down on her bottom again, always careful to avoid hitting the same spot twice in a row. Rebecca felt the hard wood cracking against her buttocks, and she fought to control her breathing and her impulse to protect her poor, suffering bottom. It took all of her strength to simply accept the next swing and the next. On about the fifth or sixth spank, she broke down and began to wail and scissor her legs wildly. Mark stopped. “Be still, Rebecca. We are almost done, but you have to cooperate,” he warned quietly.

“Yes, sir. I’m -- I’m--sorry sir.” She managed to choke out, and planted her toes firmly back on the floor.

Mark said, “What happens when you are not lying still and cooperating?”

Rebecca thought for a moment. She really, really did not want to answer that question. She knew she deserved extra spanks for her disobedience, but she did not want extra spanks. She took a deep breath and answered truthfully, “Sir, I get extra spanks for my lack of cooperation.”

Mark said, “How many would you suggest?” He already knew that he would give her two on each thigh as her extras, but he was curious to know what her attitude was toward the extra punishment she had earned.

It took her a long minute to work up her courage to answer him. He was nearly ready to order her to answer when he heard her whisper, “Sir, I deserve the opportunity to cooperate from the beginning again. From the time we started the brush, I mean,” she added quickly.

It was an interesting thought. He had planned to give her four extras on her thighs. She was suggesting six extras on her buttocks. If his calculations were correct, that would bring her total up to 35 spanks during this session. Though that was far more than he would normally give, Mark decided that 35 spanks sounded reasonable in light of the gravity of the offense and the fact that she continued to transgress such an important rule. “I think that punishment would indeed fit the crime,” he said. On a whim he said, “Please ask me to give you the opportunity you have earned.”

Rebecca closed her eyes. She hated having to ask for punishments. She

whispered, “Sir, I have not lain still and accepted my punishment as I ought to have done. Will you please start this phase of my punishment over again?”

Mark rubbed the fingertips of his right hand over her back. “Good girl,” he whispered. He thought it would probably help her self control if she knew that the end was near. He knew her backside had to be burning. He said, “I want you to count these last ten out loud.”

He noted with satisfaction that her tension in her shoulders and back lessened a bit when she heard how close they were to being finished. She said, “Yes, sir.”

Mark cracked the paddle against her right butt cheek firmly but not hard. “One, sir,” she said. He spanked the left cheek. “Two, sir.” He continued the pattern as she counted. Finally, he landed the last spank and was finished.

Rebecca lay quietly across his lap, crying softly. Mark's heart broke a little. “We’re done, Sweetheart. You can get up now.” Mark rubbed her back and let her come to him in her own time. After a few minutes, she pushed herself up and turned around in his arms. He sat her up and arranged her carefully on his leg, trying to avoid the tenderest of her flesh. Pushing the disheveled curls away, he kissed her tear-streaked face.

She put her arms around him and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mark, that I was texting while driving and that I scared you."

Mark struggled to understand her words. He caught, "Sorry Mark," and that was plenty. "It's ok now, Rebecca. It's all over. You were such a good girl." He held her and stroked her hair, crooning to her and shushing her.

When she had calmed down a bit, she looked into his eyes. She knew there was one more thing her husband expected of her. “Mark, thank you for giving me the punishment I earned so that I can learn to do what is right. Tonight while I sit on my sore bottom, it will help me remember not to text and drive.”

Mark pulled her into a gentle hug. “I love you, Sweet Girl. Do you want to get ready to go on our date?”

Rebecca nodded and stood up. “Yes.”
Mark grabbed her wrist. “Remember, no panties tonight, Sweet Girl.”
She hated the “no panties after a spanking” rule, but she only said, “Yes sir.”

She moved toward the closet.

Mark followed her to get his own clothes changed. He stopped her and turned her to look at him. “The next time I find out you have been texting and driving, I will spank you every evening for a week so that you will be sitting on a sore bottom to and from work. That should help you remember.”

Rebecca shivered and rubbed her sore bottom. “Don’t worry. I am not going to forget for a long time.”

Mark smiled, kissed her, then swatted her sore backend playfully, making her jump. “Now get ready, Sweet Girl. We have a show to attend.”

Thank you Adrienne! This was a good one. I love getting new stories! So if you have one I'll still be very happy to share it here. Just send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Secrets on the River is out!

It’s here! Finally the new book is out! I told you I’d be back for that. I really love this book. If you’ve never read any of my work before, I think you’re going to like this one – all my books are stand-alone. But if you have read my stuff and you already know Cassie, Sue and Annie, then I think you’re going to love this one. Secrets are always interesting.

I hope you’ll let me know what you think of this one – here is fine, but reviews on Amazon do help sell books so if you’re willing, I would appreciate it very much.

Here’s all the information, buy link, the blurb and a snippet. There will be a different snippet at PK Corey’s Reading Room on Saturday. 

 

You can find it on Amazon now!

 

Secrets On the River (a Cassie’s family story)

Book two in the On the River series

  

Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications. When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching. You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever.

 

From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.

From Secrets on the River:

 

Allie adjusted both shower heads and called to Ryan. As he stepped in, they both eyed the other thinking, Damn, what a body! The swelling of Allie’s stomach with their child took Ryan’s breath away. He couldn’t believe it made her even more beautiful.

Allie wiggled her butt as the hot water increased the sting. She poured soap in her hands and began washing Ryan’s back. She rubbed and caressed his shoulders and then down his back. He had the cutest, tightest little tushie in the world. It was all she could do to keep from biting it, and occasionally she didn’t try to resist and nipped away.

Going around him, Allie began washing his chest and arms. She eventually looked down to what she’d been waiting for. Ryan’s erection was magnificent! Her soapy hands slid along the shaft and then gently cupped his balls, massaging ever so gently. An iron rod, covered in silk, Allie thought, remembering a line from one of the secret ‘dirty’ books she’s kept hidden in her bedroom when she was a teenager. Cheesy she thought, but oh so accurate.

Still caressing, she helped rinse him off. She looked up at him and asked, “What next?”

They stood together, the water beating on them for a moment before Ryan answered. “Put your hands on the seat.” Allie eagerly turned and complied. “You learned your lesson, didn’t you?” Ryan asked.

“Probably,” Allie answered without conviction.

Ryan grinned as he rained down a half-dozen more swats on her stinging bottom. Then, not willing to wait another minute, he held her by her hips and plunged into her warm depths. 

Again! Allie silently begged as Ryan did just that, over and over. When he reached around to stroke her clit, Allie came at the first touch. She shivered and arched her neck as she clamped Ryan like a velvet glove. The intensity of her orgasm triggered his and he cried out her name. 

Then they were still, each breathing hard. Ryan concentrated on staying on his feet and trying to get a drop or two of blood to his head. Slowly he stepped back and pulled Allie up into his arms. 

After a few moments Ryan asked, “Are you crying?”

Allie nodded and they held one another more tightly. Ryan understood. He was nearly crying himself as he wondered how in God’s name he’d gotten so lucky.

Cassie Space series:

Cassie's Space (book one)   

Cassie's Tale (book two)                       

Cassie on the Move (book three)          

Cassie's River Living (book four)        

Cassie's Conflict (book five)

Cassie's Influence (book six)

Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)

Cassie Corralled (book eight)

Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cassie's Life (book ten)

Paperbacks can be found here. 

Cal's Law Series:

Cal's Law (book one)

Becoming Family (book two)

Educating Jenny (book three)

Searching for Home (book four)

On the River series:

On the River (book one)

Secrets on the River (book two)

Corbin's Bend

Returning to Us  

The time has come...

It’s my blogging anniversary. I put up my first post July 22, 2006. Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS! That seems unbelievably to me. I found blogs just before I turned fifty and the discovery changed my life. I accepted that I was a spanko and that there was nothing wrong with that. From the women I met here, I got the courage to come out to Nick and that began the best time in our entire marriage. It opened up my love of writing, telling the stories in my head and in just about two weeks my sixteenth book will be published.

 

Through this blog I’ve met the best friends I’ve ever had in this world. Friends I could truly open up to about everything in my life. Many I’ve had the privilege of meeting in real life. I’ve traveled to their homes, we’ve been on vacation together and I’ve hosted six bloggers here at my house. Since I don’t do much cooking, I use the term ‘hosted’ loosely, but let’s say they spent the night here. Such special people that I only met because of this blog. I’d go so far as to say these have been the best years of my life – so far.

 

Most my longtime acquaintance no longer blog, but a few do – Ronnie, Bonnie, Hermione, Terps, Morningstar, Fondles, Minelle, and Windy come to mind and I’m sure I’ve left some out. And I still have friendships with the people who email, and those who still comment, most notably the ever faithful, Roz! 

 

But … all good things must come to an end. As the popularity of blogging has gone down, comments dropping off, I feel more and more like I’d talking to myself. And I can do that without all the typing. I’m coming up on my business time of the year – getting ready for our big family reunion. So I’m taking some time off.

 

Just as there are no rules for blogging, neither are their rules for stopping. I’m not disappearing.  I’ll definitely put up a post when the new book is released. I may comment some and I’ll definitely be answering any emails. I may find I really miss it and come back. I may decide this is it for good. But except for the book post I don’t plan to put anything up for at least a month or so. Then I might start back with Fantasy Friday – I know I’ll start that back if I get new stories. If you have stories to send, or if you just want to visit I’m at elisspeaks@yahoo.com

 

To blogland and all the people who have ever inhabited it

 

I love you!

and

I thank you!

 

You have made my life better!

I got the best email

I had such a fun experience day before yesterday. I got an email from a new reader. It was Julie from Strict Julie Spanked. She had just read Cal’s Law and had written to tell me that she really liked it. When it’s a book, rather than a blog post, that doesn’t happen too often and I was a wonderful surprise.

 

She went on to write such a nice post – you can read it here. Then maybe some of you might want to check out Cal’s Law too. I hope you’ll go by for a read!

Working for a living

I did enjoy my time in the mountains writing. But the book I'm working on is harder than usual. I'm used to Cassie just showing me what going on as she whispers in my ear. This is more like working for a living.

But honestly I'm still enjoying the process, it's just a different process. And I have to get used to it. But at the end of the day when Nick encourages me to be more active, it's a lot like this.

 

Fantasy Friday Revival - Sacrifices

*Update - I really don't have one, but my little great-niece had her surgery. They put sixteen leads into her brain and now they wait for a certain number of seizures so they can map it and then hopefully destroy the part that is causing the problems. Her parents aren't good at keeping everyone up on what is happening and I sure don't want to bother them. I know that they are going through hell with all this and the waiting must be torture.

Welcome to Fantasy Friday revival. I had to smile when I ran across this little jewel from 2008. This one was written by a man and I wish more men would write. They have fantasies too, of course! I really think you're going to enjoy...

Sacrifices

Since my wife, Dawn, came out as a spanko I’ve had many new experiences to understate the obvious. One interesting evening involved a little shopping trip for a birthday gift. Never before did I go birthday shopping at the nearest ‘adult store.’ My wife had been hinting that she wanted to try a new ‘spanking toy.’ It was with some misgivings that I entered the store in search of the new spanking implement. I scanned the fellow shoppers and was relieved not to see any familiar faces. I wandered around trying to discretely scope out the possibilities while being invisible.

I saw a couple of interesting possibilities and was wondering about the relative merits. One appeared to be a leather paddle while the other was more strap-like with a handle. I was lost in thought and imagining the proper use of the items in question when suddenly I was shocked to hear someone right behind ask, “May I help you?”

I haltingly tried to explain that I was something of a beginner to these things but was trying to find something appropriate for my wife. The shapely clerk was all smiles as she said she was certain that we could find something that my wife would enjoy. But how to make the best choice?

The clerk told me her name was Kristin and that she loved seeing customers find something to spice up their lives, and asked what characteristics were important. I couldn’t believe I was carrying on such a conversation as if I were shopping for a pair of shoes.

I swallowed and managed to say that I like a good sound but a good sting seemed to be desirable for my wife. Kristin heartily agreed and said the two items I was looking at were both great choices. It sounded like the voice of experience.

She then took both items from the rack and asked me to follow her. She led the way through a doorway behind the counter telling her fellow clerk she had to step into the storeroom for a moment. When we got to a secluded corner of the storage area she stopped and smiled again and said “I love to see satisfied customers” and that for sound effects I might wish to hear for myself. With that said she turned around, lowered her jeans and leaned over a desk. She said, “Remember, this is just business.”

She suggested that I try these to see how they sounded when being used. Well, how could I turn down such a generous offer! I tried the paddle and then the strap. The paddle had the better pop. She asked if I paddled my wife on the bare bottom as well. I admitted that yes that was frequently where things wound up.

Kristin then lowered her panties just enough to reveal her beautiful bottom with a couple of fresh pink marks. I took this as an obvious invitation for further product testing and tried both items again. Both produced very acceptable reports on the bare skin and also created an increasing and pleasing red glow.

I thanked her for her assistance and concluded that either would be acceptable based on information gathered. I asked her if she had further thoughts or recommendations based on the ‘feel.’ She had by this time righted herself and straightened her clothing. She took me by the elbow turning me away from her. She reached around me and I felt her breasts pressing against my back. “What the heck was happening?” I thought. Before I had a chance to even ask what she was doing she had unfastened my belt and lowered my jeans.

At this point I was sputtering “what are you doing?” She replied, “You are interested in the comparison by feel, but that’s hard to explain. Bend over the table and we will see what you think.” This wasn’t what I had in mind but after her impressive cooperation in my shopping research, my pride would not let me balk at this point and in truth this was kind of erotic.

She administered a few with each, discussing the comparative nature of the paddle and the strap. She then lowered my boxers and repeated. By this time I was more than familiar with the feel of each and was trying to hide my growing interest! She smiled and said she felt confident we would be happy with either but understood it was hard to choose (what a salesperson!)

She asked “Well what’s it going to be?”

I replied, “I think we’ll take both.”

The sacrifices I make for my wife!

Meanwhile back home Dawn was in a foul mood. For weeks she had been hinting to Andy that she wanted a new spanking toy for her birthday. But he acted like he didn’t even hear her! Since her birthday was tomorrow she knew how Andy was spending his shopping time. Searching the aisles of Wal-Mart for yet another box of bath powder! No more!! If he had no imagination she would buy for herself!

As she headed for the local adult store, sure enough she passed Andy, no doubt coming from Wal-Mart so wrapped up in his own dull shopping experience that he didn’t even see her pass! After a quick look through the window to be assured she recognized no one she marched into the store. It didn’t take her long to spot the items she liked: a beautiful leather paddle and a strap that looked liked it would feel delicious! She checked the price tags. Damn! Money was so tight these days. She couldn’t possible get them both, but how to decide??

A half hour later Dawn sat gingerly in the car, her heart still pounding! Kenny, the hot young salesman had helped her decide on both. But she didn’t feel guilty. She knew the new toys would spice up her and Andy’s love life. She also didn’t worry about the money. Kenny had offered her a job as a new salesperson; he said she had just the personality and eagerness to learn that they were looking for. So she was going back to work.

Dawn sighed to herself and thought “The sacrifices I make for my husband!”

~o~

I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did. The author? Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. This one was also written by my sweet Nick! He really can write when he puts his mind to it. After his last story some of you suggested we write a book together ... can you say divorce? I know it's done a lot but I can't imagine writing with a partner. For someone who wanted to be submissive all her life, I'm fiercely protective of my books. I and I alone know what is happening. I can't imagine giving up any of that control. There is one exception - my wonderful editor, Rosie Dee is amazing and I'll take suggestions from her anytime!

If you want to take completely control and write your own story, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Mountain trip

As you read this I am in one of my happy places. I’m in the mountains writing. This is the little inn where I used to go to read the Harry Potter books as they came out so that no one could spoil the ending for me. With no more Potter books, I now come up once a year to write all by myself. Their gardens are amazing with plenty of little nooks and crannies where I can sit outside typing away. Everything I need is within walking distance – small markets, restaurants, candy/ice cream stores, two bakeries and tons of little shops and antique stores. I’m always on the lookout for a hairbrush that looks like Tom and Cassie’s. I have no idea why.

I’m working on a different type book while I’m up here this time. I hope those of you who like my writing will be willing to read a vanilla book. It’s a bit of a mystery, a bit of a love story and a ton of me getting out all my frustration from my teaching career. I want my old colleagues to read this one. I had originally planned to have spanking in it, but it just wasn’t working. It felt forced and unnatural so I’m leaving it out of this one. You know I’ll tell you all about it once it’s done – provided I find someone willing to publish it.

Just a little of this lovely Inn's beautiful gardens.

Fantasy Friday Revival - The Massage

Welcome to Fantasy Friday. Today's story is from 2008 and this one was written by a man. It was actually written by my man. Yep, Nick wrote this for Fantasy Friday all those years ago. He did ask me to add a little dialogue and a woman's point of view, but the story was all his. I hope you enjoy...

The Massage

For our 10th anniversary my husband Jay took me for a vacation to a resort hotel and spa. We hadn’t been anywhere like this before and after a tough year we were both excited at the prospect of a relaxing getaway. Along with the luxurious accommodations and great food Jay had arranged for a couples massage. Jay had told me that based on what he had heard I would truly enjoy it. I tend to be a little shy and reserved and Jay is always encouraging, sometimes insisting that I need to be more open to new experiences. So here we were.

After going through the changing area we met in the massage area, Jay with a towel around his waist and me with a large towel wrapped around in a manner attempting to cover all the essentials. Jon and Anna introduced themselves and said they would be giving our massages. They were each standing next to a table, the tables lined up head to head, about four feet apart. As I paused wondering which table to approach, Jay moved to Anna’s table, crawled on and got into position. I felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of a man massaging me, but then as I thought about it, I was uncomfortable with a woman touching me too. Now that Jay had made the choice I had no option, I moved to Jon’s table. With a great deal of embarrassment I untied my towel and crawled onto the table while maintaining my modesty as best as I could. I left the towel covering my bottom and stretched out face down.

Jon started working on my arms, neck and shoulders and was doing a great job. I was relaxing and I could feel the stress melting away. I felt so peaceful! He continued working down my lower back until he was almost rubbing my butt. I was relieved when he moved around the table at this point and started slowly working on my feet. Heaven! Jay knows how much I love having my feet massaged; this was probably what Jay was talking about. He knew I would love this. I couldn’t help but sigh. After a thorough workout on my feet he moved to my calves and eventually my thighs. The prospect of having this handsome stranger’s hands on my thighs was causing me to experience some feelings of excitement and more that a little guilt. But he didn’t stop there. I was shocked as he began to make contact with my lower butt, I knew I had to tell him to stop and bring my massage to a conclusion, but darn it felt so good! I felt like putty and lacked the courage or desire to stop it.

It was about this time that I heard Jay moan with obvious pleasure. Anna whispered “how does that feel?” Jay replied, “fantastic, don’t stop.” Just what was she doing to him over there? Was this what Jay meant about the special couple massages offered here? I couldn’t believe he would have agreed to this type of ‘massage’ with out telling me. But then again if he had I am sure I would have said ‘NO!’. “Relax and let yourself enjoy, Zoie” Jay was always telling me. So, if this is what he had planned for us maybe I should be a good sport and just with the flow, even though it felt terribly naughty.

By now Jon had flipped my towel up completely exposing my butt, the thought of him seeing me this way caused my breath to quicken. He continued to work my “glutes” first one side then the other and I could feel my heart pounding. A slight pressure on the inside of my thighs let me know he wanted me to spread my legs; my first reaction was to tightly hold my legs together. I was embarrassed at how wet I had become. But when he tapped my thigh again I slid both my feet apart until they were hanging off the sides of the table, was this really me doing this?

I realized I was now fully exposed. I barely knew what I was doing but I didn’t want to stop. I just tried to clear my mind and go purely on the sensation. But I still jumped when he worked down between my cheeks rubbing gently. This was getting intimate! He started to slide his hand between my legs and underneath me. I raised my hips ever so slightly to aid his progress. He worked his fingers inside me, finding me wet and slippery. Moving his fingers with great skill he teased me nearly to the brink. With his other oil-drenched thumb he was rubbing my tender rosebud. I tried to hold back but he kept this up until I dissolved into a silent, lip-biting, trembling orgasm.

I was trying to come back to myself as Jon replaced my towel. Jon and Anna said they hoped we had enjoyed our massages and would be more relaxed. ‘Well that’s one way of putting it’ I thought! Jay assured them that their efforts were appreciated and enjoyed. We got dressed and Jay and I walked hand in hand back to our room. I was silent, lost in thought, replaying what had just happened.

Back at our room Jay asked “Well did the massage live up to your expectations?” With lowered eyes I replied, “Well, it was certainly more than I expected.”

“More, in what way?” Jay asked.

“Well, that is first time in over 12 years that I have gotten off at the hand of another man!” I looked up and Jay was staring at me curiously.

“You mean a little massage caused you to have an orgasm?”

“You call that a little massage? I didn’t know we were going to have our privates massaged. You didn’t tell me it would be that type of massage”

Again I looked up at Jay and now his mouth was open in disbelief. “What are you saying, you just lay there and let him grope you?”

“I heard you moaning, and saying how great it felt, asking Anna not to stop. Don’t tell me you weren’t getting the same treatment.”

“Absolutely not, I was just enjoying having my neck and shoulders massaged.”

Now I was aghast, I had convinced myself that this was something Jay had planned for both of us. “Jay, are you telling me that this massage was not your idea?” I could feel my cheeks flaming with embarrassment at what I had allowed to happen. I felt so guilty. “Honey, I am so sorry, please forgive me” was all I could say.

“Zoie! Are you telling me you actually let another man touch you and stroke you in an intimate way and you said nothing?”

“But… but… Jay I really thought that was your plan! I would never have let him touch me if I didn’t think it was what you wanted. I thought you wanted me to relax and let go!” I told him franticly.

“Zoie, come here” Jay commanded “We need to clear the air. Yes I want you to learn to let your hair down and enjoy sex more. But I am the only man who is ever going to be touching you in that way again. I realize this was a misunderstanding but I want to make sure you remember from now on!”

“Oh Jay, I promise – I will remember!”

“Yes I bet you will.” Jay said as he unzipped my pants and slid them to my ankles. He was pulling me across his lap as I trying to tell him, “No Jay, you don’t have to do this! I’ll remember, I’ll remember!!”

My protests and pleading didn’t do me a bit of good as he began spanking hard with his hand, while telling me I should never have let the ‘massage’ reach that level. Too soon, Jay pulled my panties down and picked up my hairbrush. As the pain increased he continued to give me a sound and thorough paddling while I expressed my sincere remorse!

When he was finished and released me, I slipped to the floor between his feet and tried to catch my breath. I looked up at Jay realizing how special our relationship was. With this thought I reached up and unzipped his pants. After 10 years of marriage at least I had learned how to pick up a few forgiveness points.

~o~

Thanks honey! Excellent story, you should write more. But you know me, I think everyone should write more. If you've written a story, please share it with us. Send any story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com