Fantasy Friday - The Hat Trick

It's Friday and it's freezing - I think its safe to say that for most of my readers.  I'm hoping I won't have to leave the house all weekend, but that rarely happens. But we do have a story to warm us up - and as promised, it's a brand new story. And it's from a friend of our - Jan, from an English Rose. Jan has done a wonderful job, but i know everyone is a bit nervous sending in their first story.  I have no doubt you will love it as much as I did!


Please enjoy...

The Hat Trick

Damn and Blast it! How could my day be starting like this? Half naked (bottom half naturally) and facing the empty corner in our bedroom whilst awaiting my husband's attentions. By attentions I imagine you can all guess just what form those might come in, especially as he has and I quote, "been pushed to his limits with my idiotic behavior."  Really! How rude. I never do anything without my own good intentions and to find myself once more in this predicament is rather galling.

My husband is generally speaking a forgiving, placid sort of chap but sometimes he seems to me to have a very short fuse. Oh who am I kidding he has an extremely long fuse and I had accidentally just blown it. I do seem to have a knack for doing just this.

Married for many years and with the children grown we had decided as many do to spice up our life. With the advent of a certain book and hefty amount of fantasizing we introduced spanking to our love life. Wonderful, I hear you cry, Jolly good idea, you say. Well...

On the whole I have to agree, Nothing gets either of us going so much as an erotic, good girl spanking, lots of stroking, lots of fairly gentle wallops and a nice set of rosy cheeks all lead to a great time. However as time went on aforementioned husband realized that this lovely activity could also be used in much more useful way!

I am afraid I do have a few, shall we say bad habits, just little idiosyncrasies, that are harmful to few I come across but annoying to the one important man in my life.

My current situation has come about because of speed, more accurately my extremely fast speed in the

car and my extremely slow speed in getting to the mail before my beloved.

Unfortunately I had performed the first feat easily, in fact twice on the same day.  I had raced through two speed cameras. I somehow managed to catch the same camera on the same day just in opposite directions.  A disaster and to make matters worse this disaster happened whilst gossiping with a girlfriend on our way to spend far too much money (in his opinion) on a shopping trip in a nearby city. Can you see the offences piling up around me?

Back to today, approximately two weeks after the event. Honestly there ought to be a statute of limitations on spanking offences. If he doesn't catch me within a week I reckon I should be let off!  My darling has a day off and so after a leisurely lay in we began our day.

A while later and just as I am brandishing the mascara wand in a vain attempt to make myself look a few years younger, into the bedroom appears an irate looking chap.

"I wouldn't bother putting that on if I were you, you will only have to do it again in half an hour or so!"

"Tom! What!! Why?" And then I noticed he was waving the latest credit card statement around like the unite nations flag. Oh well perhaps I wouldn't wear make up for a while yet today. I do seem to recall buying a new dress on the same ill-fated shopping trip as I have previously mentioned. Unaware of the speeding tickets as you don't know until two weeks after the event when the ticket drops onto the mat I made the mistake of thinking this was my only misdeameanour. I was soon to be made aware of the rest as Tom handed me my post, two suspicious looking brown envelopes that at this point I had no clue about. I don't know about you but to me brown envelopes always spell trouble, bills generally, but always bad news.

"Been speeding have you Elly? Racking up the offences today love?"

I snatched the envelopes in what I must admit was a rather snippy fashion.

"Watch it babe, we aren't even started yet, don't go making more trouble, I think you are in enough already."

"Oh they must have made a mistake," I gaily said, "they have sent two tickets for the same day, that's not too bad then is it? Just one ticket, says I went through a speed camera a tad too fast. Maybe I could do that speed awareness course, might help me do you think?"

"Give me those,” he barked, holding his hand out. Oh please don't let him work out this is all on the same day I thought. My husband is nothing if not educated though and quickly put the whole picture together after reading my tickets and his credit card silently for a moment. 

"Get that new dress, yes the one you bought that cost as much as the national debt, and put it on right now. Then get in your corner (yes I do have a regular, kept clear just for me corner). Move. Right. Now!

I went, by this time I realized that there was pretty much nothing that would save me so it seemed better to take the path of least resistance and cooperate.

As I got dressed, and believe me it felt far too early in the morning to be dressed for cocktails his all seeing eyes narrowed. "Is that the new dress bought two weeks ago?"

"Err yes..."

"I see, so now we can add lying to this mornings tally because three days ago when you wore that and I told you looked beautiful and asked if it was new you said you had had it ages!! Well let me tell you ages is longer than two weeks!"

I opened my mouth to start some sort of defense, weak though it would be but…

"Do not open your mouth and I don't want to hear anything else unless it is ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I know, raging feminist I am not. I know when I have lost and when to accept defeat gracefully.  Somehow I know this, but when it comes to the actual spanking gracefully is not how I will be taking it.

I retreated to my corner and hauled the dress above my waist. No Knickers either. See I can be quick when I want to.

Tom was furious and the lecture began immediately

"So let me see if I have this right. Two speeding tickets, " I opened my mouth to correct him, but he went on to say, "Shush, it is two. You managed to get one on the way to your little extravaganza and one on the way home with your ill-gotten gains! That is going to cost us both, me in the pocket and you won't be getting behind the wheel for a while. More importantly it is not safe and that is my biggest concern. I don't want you hurt in an accident or anyone else either come to that. Then there is the dress. I hope it is hard wearing because you won't be buying any more for a bit. Then there is the worst offence in my book. You lied to me, and you lied after I had given you a compliment too. Before we get to this morning's main event anything you want to say, any mitigating circumstances you want to plead. You usually try but babe I can't imagine there is much you can say to escape a hat trick of offences and a spanking to remember!"

I started to sniffle, more from guilt than anything, mind you there was a bit of apprehension going on as I usually only manage one disaster at a time not a handful.

" I am so sorry. I didn't know about the tickets until I opened the post just now. I would have admitted them truly. (Possibly out of fear but I would have confessed to them straightaway). The dress I bought because we were going to that fancy do and that revolting woman from number 23 was going and she has set her sights on you. I wanted to make sure that you would only look at me not her. I always feel so frumpy and inferior to her. I lied because I knew it was wrong to spend so much on one dress and I felt guilty. Still do actually. I am so so sorry. Sir."

He listened silently and I just stood there snuffling and sniffling for a few minutes.

"Come here now" I turned to him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. The look in his eyes had softened somewhat but still I could feel a doozy of a spanking coming on. I went to him and he quietly removed the damn dress and bra. Oh no, it was to be a naked spanking then, somehow that always makes it worse.  Gently he laid me over his lap with my head and chest resting on the bed. Taking one of my hands in his he held me to him and pinned both my legs under one of his.

"I appreciate the explanation and the apology, but you need to be more careful with the speeding so the first spanking is for that. There was no need for any more lecturing and he began to spank every inch of my bottom. He wasn't gentle, but I did I deserve it, raining slap after slap down on my poor cheeks while I wriggled and squirmed trying unsuccessfully to free myself from his hard hand and pouring out promises of never breaking the speed limit again.  It felt like hours, but in actual fact was probably minutes and when he stopped I lay limply over his lap sobbing. Pulling me up to perch rather uncomfortably on his knee he rubbed my back for a while before instructing me to return to the corner for a few minutes.

By now if he had asked me I would have gone to the moon so the corner seemed the easy option and off I went sniveling and far more docile than my earlier trip. Left to myself I reflected on my adventure with no small amount of guilt. Two tickets meant a hefty fine and almost certainly a hike in our insurance fees and all he was concerned about was my safety. I felt even worse and cried harder. This blinking corner time is very effective...

"Come back to me and we will finish this now," I turned to him and could see the pillows piled at the end of the bed and two implements lying beside them. My least two favourite implements, really hard leather paddle and an even harder wooden paddle that I hated. I started to cry again but if I am truly honest I wouldn't have wanted him to let me off, my guilt now was overwhelming and I practically threw myself into position.

"In a hurry sweet cheeks," he chuckled. Knowing me so well though he knew exactly how I was feeling. "Let's sort these last two offences out then, I am going to use this leather paddle now and when you next think about spending enough money to feed a third world country on a dress maybe you will think again. Also will you please remember that I love you not the damn woman from number 23! If I didn't love you I wouldn't be here now doing this would I?"   He then said. "Ten with this paddle, you don't have to count it will take all morning to get through them if I have to wait for you." Bringing the paddle down as he finished his sentence I immediately began shrieking and begging him to stop. Have I mentioned how much I dislike this paddle?

To give him his due he didn't delay and it was over in a very short time leaving my bottom hot, throbbing and as sore as hell and me wishing for two things, one, that I had never bought the dress, and two, that I had never met the woman from number 23!

"I hope you are regretting the speeding and the shopping right now but babe for me all this pales into insignificance besides the lying. I would never lie to you and I expect the same respect from you.  Do. Not. Lie.To. Me. Ever. Understand?"

"I won't , I won't. I’m so sorry sir. Please , please, I am sorry. Sorry. Sir, " I was babbling by now and aware that Tom was holding the dreaded wooden paddle ready to begin.

"Last ten, I'll be quick, and you will never lie to me again."

With that the paddle slammed down into my backside, alternate cheeks ten times. I howled from the start and by the end I couldn't do anything but lay limply trying to catch my breath.  This was the worst spanking he had ever given me and I knew that I had deserved every bit of it.

As soon as he had finished the paddle hit the floor and he hauled me into his arms for some very needed cuddling. Lying on the bed beside each other (me on my tummy) I stammered out my apologies over and over as he murmured forgiveness."Gosh darling," he chuckled as he very gently applied aloe lotion to my scorched bottom, "your cheeks are as red as that new dress!" If you are a very good girl today I may take you out to dinner tomorrow, got to get my money's worth out of that new dress and you do look ravishing in it!"

~o~

Jan I really appreciate you not only writing this story, but for sharing it with us as a Fantasy Friday. I don't get many new stories and I was so happy to get this. You really did do a great job and I really, really hope you'll keep writing. Jan had the courage to jump in and try it - won't you think about it? Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I SHOULD get a spanking today...

But I bet I won’t.

I’ll be home late from school today. Why? I have after school detention. I mean in our world, could you come up with a better excuse for a spanking than that? It matters little that I’m the teacher in charge, it still sounds bad. Nick has teased me about it, but I imagine turning it into a fun reason to spank will never occur to him.

I am still getting a tiny bit of spanking most Friday nights. We’ve only missed one, but… they seem haphazard with little to no thought put in them. Last week he caught me off guard as I was changing – four or five swats and that was about it. No time to anticipate, no time to reflect, barely a hug afterwards, no – what am I trying to say – no realism to it at all. I remember thinking to myself as he tucked the paddle back in the closet after those few swats, “Hell, I could have done that myself.”

I’m just fussing a little. We’re doing great. We had a really nice first weekend. It’s been cold and I’ve been happy to retreat into my head and curl up there. That’s definitely my comfort zone.

I’m hoping to have a brand-new Fantasy Friday for you tomorrow. Come by and check it out.

Donna Steele and the Melting Series

I promised to let you know when Donna Steele’s next book came out. It’s out! This is the third in her Melting Series. Donna doesn’t writing spanking, but she does write wonderful stories. I really, really liked this series. I hope you’ll give it a try. Donna can tell you more about it than I can and you can go by her site today to find out more. They are all out now, so it's a great time to get started.

The Melting, The infection – book one

When a pandemic caused by the global warming that David Morrow has spent his life studying strikes, he and the rest of the world are caught off guard. His new relationship with Amanda Sutton, pathologist, becomes interwoven with the crisis and their relationship is nearly swept away in the chaos. Can they remain together against all of the odds?

The Melting, The Progression – book two

Civilization is gone and Meg Adams is in charge, whether she wants to be or not. It’s no longer desirable or even safe to stay at the CDC that Amanda and David are gone, so getting her people away is her top priority. At least getting away from the Powers-That-Be might give them a chance. But what about Jim, is he one of Us or Them?

Jim Stephens has forced his way in. Yes, he’s attracted to Meg but he also values his own life enough to want to get away from the new regime that seems to be forming. And this rag-tag group that’s decided to make their escape could use him.

The Melting, The Cohesion – book three

It began in the north, in the ancient cold before the birth of man. Whether from the actions of man or the cycles of the planet, the primordial ice is melting and bringing back to the atmosphere a virus. One with no known cure for modern day humans. Rachel Gerhart has been a survivor her whole life, now she’s been changed by the virus that destroyed civilization. She trying to keep her differences under wraps, but Sid Saylor knows her secret. He’s been changed as well. Can their new abilities help with the rebuilding of a human civilization?

I have a favor to ask

At the risk of being beaten to death by my northern friends I have to say we had a beautiful weekend. Driving home Sunday from Nick’s parents the thermometer hit 72 as we cruised around with the sunroof opened.  I’ll never make as much as my northern counterparts, but I’m staying in the south. Now that I’ve annoyed all my friends still trying to dig out from the snow I want to ask you a favor (my timing has never been that great).

Often over at my other site, the Reading Room, the authors host or interview one another as a way to get to know one another and also to promote our writing. I usually don’t say much about it here, but this one interview I did I really, really liked. Katherine Deane was kind enough to ask me to her site and she asked many wonderful questions. They were basically about Cassie – one of my favorite topics.

She admitted to me that she had been hesitant to read any of the Cassie books because she didn’t feel she had anything in common with someone so much older. I wonder how many readers do feel that way? But she really liked the book and that was behind the interview.  Her questions were great and I truly loved answering them.  Especially the ones about what I see as a future for the books and ‘the ending’ of the series.  I would love for you all to go read this interview.  I answered many questions and I’m sure she couldn’t use them all in the post but it’s probably the most in depth interview I’ve done.

Please, if you get the chance go by her site, Katherine Deane - Romance Author, and see what you think. I think she post around 1:00 AM. Katherine is a great writer – look over her books while you’re there.

What kind of job did Ronnie take on?

I email often with Ronnie of Heart and Soul, we like to keep up with one another. I feel like we’re good friends and know a lot about one another both from our blogs and our emails. But I got what I thought was a strange message from her the other day. I was a little confused when I read it.  I thought it said,

I rather take on a blow job!

What?

I mean, we all read Ronnie, I wasn’t surprised at the information. It just seemed a strange email. Then I reread it. She had said big job! LOL! Then I got it.

Ronnie is taking over ‘In with the New’ the job previously held by Bonnie and more recently by Season and Michael, the job of keeping all of us up on the newest blogs having to do with TTWD.

This is truly a big job and while I admire Ronnie for taking it on there is no way she, or anyone, can do it by herself. We all need to help. When you find a new blog, when someone tell you about a new blog, or if you are reading out here and you finally decide to jump in and do a little blogging yourself – let Ronnie know! We all really want to help new blogs find their readership.

Send the information to Ronnie at ronniesoul@gmail.com

Oh, and when I answered Ronnie’s email I told her –

I thought you said you'd rather take on a blow job!

I got a typical Ronnie answer –

I would : )

Don’t you love Ronnie!

Fantasy Friday - Do You Understand?

I'd love to do anything I can to help my snowbound friends in the frozen north. I don't have a shovel and I have nothing to make spring come any faster, but I can post a warm story from several yeas ago. I think this story is one that many of us can relate to. So here's hoping this warms you up...

Do You Understand?

Kate walked through the shopping centre, dragging her feet as she went. She hated shopping centres. All the clothes seemed designed for stick thin teenagers, not for large 26 year olds, who hated pretty much every part of their body. She’s always hated the way she looked, ever since she had hit puberty, and the puppy fat had come along for the ride. The trouble was that it had never gone away again, just sat there, increasing in volume over the years.

She’d tried all sorts of diets, but her heart was never in it. She’d loose some weight for a while, but then she would also lose her willpower, and the weight would gradually creep back on.
She sighed as she walked past yet another shop designed only for 16 year olds with size 8 figures and washboard stomachs. Ed caught her sigh and turned round, looking at her questioningly.

She still couldn’t quite believe that this gorgeous, good looking man still seemed to be interested in her, four months after they had first started going out. Actually, she couldn’t believe when he had first come up to her, at a party her friend Louise had dragged her along to, and asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink sometime. She’d had relationships before, of course, but at the moment she was the biggest she’d ever been and her self esteem was correspondingly at rock bottom. She had thought it might be a joke, maybe his friends had bet him that he wouldn’t ask out the fat girl… but he seemed sincere, and with Louise standing there, unsubtly jabbing her in the ribs, she had little choice but to agree. They’d gone out a few nights later, and had a lovely evening, and to her surprise, he’d asked her out again. And again. A month later they were officially an item.

Nowadays, they stayed over at each others places at least a couple of time a week, and to everyone else looked like a secure and happy couple. Not to Kate though. She still questioned every day what he saw in her, and why he wasn’t repulsed by her. She wondered again why she’d agreed when he invited himself along on her shopping trip. It was enough of ordeal trying to find clothes that actually fitted her and didn’t make her look like a sack of potatoes, all the time surrounded by skinny minnies, without having to have Ed realise exactly how big she was and come to the conclusion that he would rather be with someone thinner and prettier.

She sighed again. Ed stopped and turned around. “Katie, seriously, what is the matter? You’ve been miserable all day. This shopping trip was your idea. I thought this sort of thing was supposed to be fun, but the way you’re acting like its one step up from Chinese water torture. Come on; tell me, what’s the matter?”

She looked at him. He was standing there looking so lovely in jeans and a blue T-Shirt, his dark hair catching in the sunlight. He’d never get why she felt the way she did, and what’s more, her insecurities would probably drive him away.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just got PMS…”

He glared at her, “Katie, don’t lie to me, your period finished a week ago, there is no way you have PMS. Seriously, what gives?”

She looked at him again, standing there so confident and sure of himself, and something inside her snapped.

“Oh you’d never bloody well understand! It’s alright for you; you’re so damn sure of yourself! You don’t know what it’s like to spend your whole life feeling fat and ugly!”

Ed just stood there, looking shocked. “Kate, is that how you see yourself? As fat and ugly?”

Katie glared at him “Of course I do! And so does everyone else. Women like me are always the fat cows. We’re always the butt of jokes. The world is full of skinny, bitchy teenagers, and everything is designed to fit them, and not big fat ugly people like me!!” And with that she burst into tears and sat down on a nearby bench, sobbing her heart out.

Ed sat down next to her and gently pulled her into a cuddle.

“Katie, listen to me, I do NOT think you are fat or ugly. To me you are a gorgeous, voluptuous, beautiful woman. I could never go out with some stick insect, they do nothing for me. I need my woman to have curves, and to look like a real woman.” He turned her face to him and looked her in the eyes. “Do you understand?” he asked.

Kate choked back a sob and responded. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. You can’t possibly really find me attractive.”

Ed was the one to sigh this time. “Right, we are giving up on the shopping trip, we’re going back to my place and I’m going to make you believe I’m telling you the truth.”

“Fine!” Kate got up, “I’d rather be anywhere but here right now.”

Half an hour later they were back at Ed’s flat and Kate was sitting on his sofa, having a drink of water. Ed walked back into the room and looked at her. “Have you calmed down?” Kate nodded. “Good. Now this is what’s going to happen. I want you to stand up and undress.”

Kate looked up, startled. “In the middle of your living room? In the middle of the day??” She had always avoided getting undressed in front of him, finding ways to avoid him seeing her completely naked, except in the semi darkness. He looked right back at her. “Yup. Right here, right now.”

Something in his tone compelled her to do as he said, though she couldn’t for the life of her think why. She took off her cardigan, and then her skirt and top, slowly, but in no way trying to tantalise. She stood there in her bra and knickers, feeling very embarrassed. Ed looked at her and smiled. “And the rest…”

“Please Ed, no, I’m embarrassed. Don’t make me…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to come over there and help?”

She most definitely didn’t, and in response she slowly took off her bra, covering her breasts with one hand. He looked down at her knickers, meaningfully. She sighed, and awkwardly, using just one hand while still trying to keep her breasts covered, pulled them down. Then she quickly put her hand over her crotch.

Ed smiled. “Good. Now I want you to put your hands by your sides. I want to be able to see you in all your glory.”

Kate’s arms shook as she them away and put them by her sides. She looked down at the floor, cheeks flaming with shame. Ed got up and walked over to her. He stood in front of her.

“Katie, I want you to look at me.”

With difficulty, she raised her gaze to meet his, still hot with embarrassment. He raised his hand, and his finger traced the contours of her face.

“Katherine Lucy Morton, I want you to understand that I love you, and I think you’re beautiful”.

She dropped her gaze again, unable to believe him. He took her chin between his hands and brought her eyes up to meet his. While he was holding her gaze, his other hand carried on tracing.

“I love your beautiful eyes, and your smile. Your shoulders, your arms…. I adore you big, bouncy breasts” he continued, trailing a finger round her nipples, making them erect.

“I love your curves, and your stomach, and that gorgeous pussy, but most of all, I love your beautiful round bum”. His hand rested on it.

Kate stood there. She didn’t know how to respond. She was turned on, but embarrassed by the compliments being directed at her. Ed continued to look her in the eyes and carried on speaking.

“Katie,” it really upsets me that you think this way about yourself. That you have such low self esteem, and talk about yourself in such derogatory terms. I want that to change. I want you to appreciate just how sexy you are, and to stop putting yourself down constantly. And I’m going to make that happen by doing something I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I met you.”

With this, he took her by the arm and walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Kate looked at him, confused.

“In a minute”, he continued, “you’re going to put yourself over my lap, and I’m going to spank you. No, listen! For two reasons. One is because you are just so damn sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this for four months, but the other reason is that I want you to start to learn that it’s not acceptable to think or talk about yourself in such a way, and hoping this will help you realise that.”

Kate looked at him in disbelief. He had to be kidding. Spanked? Like some little child?! No way! She started to move away, but he still had hold of her arm. He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I would like you to get over my knee of your own accord, but I will put you over it if I have to.” His tone became more serious. “Katie, I promise you that I won’t go too far, or hurt you, or give you more than you can take. I love you, and I think this will be good for you”.

She looked at him uncertainly, but something in his tone reassured her. Still not quite able to believe what she was doing, she awkwardly lowered herself across his lap, so that her torso and arms were resting on the sofa. He put one arm around her waist, and the other hand gently rubbed her bottom, she tensed.

“Just relax, OK?”

He rubbed a bit more, and, silly though she felt, lying as she was, she started to relax a little more. It was at that point that the first spank landed on her right cheek. It wasn’t hard, but the shock of it made her gasp. He rubbed the spot.

“That wasn’t too bad was it?”

“I suppose not”

In response, he delivered four crisp swats, alternating between cheeks. She gasped as each one landed, and the sting grew. But at the same time, she felt strangely aroused. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she laid her, and wondered at it. Ed was speaking again.

“Katie, I want you to understand that the kind of sentiments you were using earlier on are just not acceptable”. As he talked, he punctuated his words with more smacks, working all round her bottom, low and high. While none of was individually very hard, the sensation was building in her cheeks, and couldn’t help wiggling to try and ease it. He just gripped on to her waist harder, and started to spank harder, talking all the while.

“I love you, I think you are beautiful, and I want you to learn to love yourself, and to appreciate the beautiful body you have, in all its glory. I never want to hear you putting yourself down again. I care too much about you to want to see you hurting yourself with these thoughts.”

The sting in her bottom was quite fierce now, but in spite of that distracting her from his words; somehow what he was saying was getting through. He kept calling her beautiful. He kept saying that he loved her curves, and he obviously liked her bottom, or at least what he was doing to it, the evidence was easy to feel, pressing into her crotch. Maybe he really did mean what he was saying… Tears sprang to her eyes, caused both from the pain of the spanking, and the realisation that this man did actually seem to love her for who she was, and what she looked like.

He stopped spanking, and started rubbing gently, all over her bottom. The tears rolled down her face as she gave in to the emotions overwhelming her, and the feeling of being cared about. He pulled her upright, onto his lap, and wiped away a tear. He turned her chin so she was looking him in the eyes again.

“Now do you understand?”

~o~

Our story today came from Eliane. Eliane is from the UK.  You know one of her interest, of course, is spanking. The other is the theatre (as you would spell it in the UK). This was her first story. Again it's been a while since I've heard from her but maybe she will come by and comment. This was someone first attempt, Nick wrote one - you're next. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

The truth about Nick's Fantasy Friday

If you didn't get around to reading last Friday's Fantasy Friday, by my own sweet Nick, you might want to go here and read it before I tell the the complete unvarnished truth.

Could it have been a true story - didn't you read carefully? The wife in the story was rude and whiny and complaining, and you all know good and well I'm perfect! That's why I don't get spanked very often and never for discipline - I'm perfect and I never do anything wrong.

Now that we have that established. I will go back in my archives to tell you about the time we did have a little out-in nature fun. This was way back in 2008 - but it was enough fun to have it up as a throwback.  Enjoy...



It's summer time, Mollie is away at camp, and I am enjoying my time off to the fullest. Nick and I decided to go to the mountains Monday morning. It was a beautiful day! We drove a couple of hours and pulled into an overlook with a view that was out of this world. Strangely we were the only ones at this lovely spot. Looking around we saw a lovely meadow on the other side of the road. It was fenced with barbed wire but on further inspection we found a small gate and took off up a path in the grass.

Near the top of the hill was a rocky out crop – interesting – we could stand behind it and see most of the meadow as well as the road and the parking lot and our car parked all alone in the parking lot, but no one could really see us. Hmmmm…

Nick came up behind me and asked if I was ready to pay. Pay? Pay for what? It seems that I have not been keeping up with my assignments for the past few weeks. Well maybe I haven’t but geeze, I’ve been busy. And we have been together most of the time. Okay maybe that doesn’t mean he knows what I have been thinking all the time but still.

So here we are out in the beautiful out doors and he is for sure in the mood to spank (thank goodness). I looked behind us and saw some wicked black berry brambles with big thorns.



I laughed and said “As long as you don’t use those!” He says “Oh that reminds me.” and takes off towards the woods. I have to tell you that there are few sights more endearing than that of your husband, the man you have been married to for a quarter of a century, trotting across a meadow to get a switch.

Oh by the way, switches suck! He started over my shorts and that little thing stung like hell which didn’t seem to slow him down any. The shorts came off next and he used his hand a while but then went back to that darn switch. I was doing the ‘Oh crap that hurts’ spanking dance by this time. But soon the panties were around my ankles. He used his hand again and then that darn switch. I swear I think he changed to the blackberry with thorns somewhere in there! But when he finally stopped with the switch I heard him taking off his belt. Now I think of the belt as my friend but my bottom was hot.  That didn’t stop Nick any. He made that belt whistle. Soon he stopped and started rubbing. We took another peek over the rock. It seemed as though the world was spread out before us – we could see forever, and there wasn’t a soul in site.

Nick spread out our towel and I had the pleasure of kneeling in front of him – a very submissive feeling. I thanked him in the best way I knew how and he seemed to think I was on the right track for sure! One more quick look around to assure that we were completely alone and I lay on the towel for even more fun. After a few minutes Nick told me to get on my hands and knees. We were both half dressed and getting tangled when Nick’s foot got caught in my panties which were at that time residing around my ankles. He muttered “How did I get in your panties?” I couldn’t help laughing, I kinda thought that that had been the whole point.

We did untangle and the fun continued! I like doggie style and all these sensations were hitting me at once. The sun, the rough ground, the gently breeze, my stinging bottom, the overall risk and of course, my wonderful Nick all rolled into one. I will have to say this is a day I am going to remember.

I wonder if Mollie would enjoy another week at camp.