Can you answer THOSE question?

I’m sure some of you think blogging is dying. It’s not. True there are not as many of us as there once was, but I tend to feel that the best of the best remained. LOL! That may or may not be true, but the idea makes me feel better.

Blogging activity always slows down during the Holidays and then picks back up after everyone gets over their ultra-busy time and I’m hoping that true for this season too. Those that have read here for long know that I sometimes really get to thinking about the whole ‘spanking lifestyle’ and that’s been happening again. I have a few post planned that I hope to put up after Christmas – which for us will be January 5^th  this year, when the boys come from the big city.

These posts will be based on questions that vanillas have about us. I always wanted to be interviewed and be given a serious venue where I could explain the spanking lifestyle – the different aspect of it, from true discipline to the fun and light hearted. 

I ask several friends who are NOT in the lifestyle but are fully aware of what I write to ask send me questions. Anything they wanted to know about why someone would want this. I’ve enjoyed reading these questions and I look forward to answering them. I’ve had the privilege of emailing and sometimes meeting hundreds and hundreds of spankos and my answers will be based on my feelings as well as many things I’ve learned from these fine people.

I realize that most spankos are still somewhat in the closet. I would be too if the desire to tell Cassie’s stories hadn’t been so strong. But if any of you have been asked questions by vanillas that know your secret that you’ve had a hard time answering I wish you’d share those questions with me along with your answer – answers that are much easier to come up with if you had several hours to think rather than being caught on the spot.

You can always leave a comment but you can also email me at elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Again I want to stress, if you feel hesitant to email and thereby share your email address with me, remember this – I’ve been here going on fourteen years. That wouldn’t be true if I wasn’t fiercely protective of the privacy of readers emailing me. 

Don’t forget to come by for the Fantast Friday story tomorrow – it’s one of my favorites and I think you’ll see why.

What I learned from my birthday spanking

Most of us reading here know you can learn from a spanking. You may learn that your HOH means what he says. You may learn that a certain tone of voice is not to be used when speaking with your loving spouse. You might learn that spankings can relieve stress or allow you to let go of guilt or even how much you're loved. 

But this is what I learned from my birthday spanking this past weekend….

I’m too damn old for birthday spankings! And that the ‘one to grow on’ is a bitch!

Fantasy Friday Revival - Alimony

Today's story was written by a lady I got to know well and we're still in touch. I used to call her Annie for anonymous. She had no desire to share any information. But we are still in touch at times and she's way to busy to write anymore. Such a loss. But I have a few of her stories in the vault and I'll be posting them in the future.

I have loved every Fantasy Friday story I have ever had the privilege to post but this one… oh my!  Well you will see what I mean when you read.  It’s great, so find a time when you don’t have to rush through it.  This one needs to be savored. 

Alimony

Jane watched her soon to be ex-husband sign the final documents. She had argued long and hard for those concessions. Her attorney felt she was pushing too hard, but she knew she deserved every bit of it. In fact, that was the deciding point, when she argued that David had taught her to appreciate, in fact to require, certain things from life. David looked at Jane, smiled and nodded, and directed his attorney to draw up the papers, “give her exactly what she wants” he said, and walked out. The only changes he had made were for the alimony to be paid weekly, rather than monthly. Jane had no problem with that, as long as he paid, and paid dearly, she didn’t care how the checks were divided.

Their marriage had lasted a little over two years. She helped put him through law school, had relocated with him for a good position with a major firm. All of their early dreams came true and their marriage died in the aftermath of getting what they wanted. He was pulling down a six figure income and working 70 hours a week. She was lost in a series of dead end jobs that lost their meaning once he graduated.

But all that was about to change. Filing for divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences, plain old indifference, really, she was about to embark on an exciting new career. His alimony would support her while she wrote her book. Several books, actually, she made sure there would be enough to get through the first few years, until she had a best seller and her name was a household word.

The book was all planned. The title was “Alimony”. It was the story of a coffee house waitress that married a poor, pre-law student and supported him all the way to the top of his profession. Right up to the point where he dumped her. Of course, that’s not how it really happened. Jane had packed David’s clothes and asked him to leave in a very civilized manner. But she had to change some things to make it a better story, it was called poetic license. Just the fact that the poor, uneducated waitress won over the rich attorney would sell the book to millions of women who dreamed of a stress-free lifestyle, supported by a generous alimony payment.

There were a few details she had decided to leave out. The spanking, for example. David started spanking her before they were even married, mostly over minor things, like bounced checks and forgotten payments. He said she needed that kind of “guidance” to stay on track. After he finished school he was too busy to pay that much attention. His secretary paid the bills and managed the bank accounts. Jane rarely saw him, he left for work before she got up and most nights stayed late. He said it was necessary if he wanted to make partner in under five years. By the time Sunday rolled around, his one day off, he was exhausted and grumpy, and never wanted to do anything fun. Weeks would go by without making love, she couldn’t even get him to fight with her, it was hopeless.

Now she was free to make a life at her own pace. No more wondering when he was coming home. She had peace and quiet, and enough money to live very comfortably while she wrote.

No sense being in a rush. All dressed up for the divorce meeting and no schedule to keep, might as well treat herself to a nice lunch.

Jane was settled into a booth at her favorite restaurant, sipping a margarita and scribbling notes for her book on a cocktail napkin when a familiar voice sounded next to her ear.

“Mind if I join you?”

David looked handsome as ever, his dark hair cut short and his pinstripe suit crisp and tailored. The young executive look suited him, but Jane preferred him in jeans with his hair tousled, the just finished making love to my wife look.

She realized she was staring into his eyes, remembering how soft they were when he would slide inside her. Jane blushed and offered him a seat. It was silly not to, their marriage died of neglect, not anger. David motioned to her nearly empty glass and offered a refill, more to cover her confusion than anything, she nodded.

Two hours later, pleasantly drunk and laughing together they called cabs and headed home. David promised to deliver her first alimony check Sunday morning. He escorted her to the cab, paid her fare and sent her off with a reminder to get some writing done.

Jane went into her empty house and noticed for the first time how different it is when you know no one is coming. It had been a pleasant afternoon, like the way it had been when David still had time for her. Suddenly, four drinks and an empty house combined, Jane crawled into bed, scared and confused. Missing her husband was definitely not in the script.

Jane spent all day Friday in bed. It wasn’t depression, exactly, more a sadness at what could have been. Saturday she cleaned the house, top to bottom. She just couldn’t write in a messy room. Sunday she got up early, David was coming and she didn’t want him to think she was pining away. She baked his favorite cinnamon rolls, not for him, but so he would know what he would be missing. She did her hair, spent hours trying on clothes, and finally settled on a sapphire blue silk dress that David had picked out years ago. He always said it brought out the deep blue of her eyes and went well with her creamy skin tone. She had always liked the feel of silk sliding over her bare skin like a caress. It was a little formal for Sunday brunch but she got out her heels, might as well go all the way and her legs looked great in the short dress. If he asked, she could always say she was going out later. It would serve him right if she said she had a date.

David arrived promptly at 11:00 wearing old, faded jeans and his favorite fraternity sweatshirt. Jane felt fussy in the dress and high heels but couldn’t change, no need for him to think it was for his benefit.

“Wow, you look fantastic. Hey, is that cinnamon rolls I smell?”

He headed straight for the kitchen and helped himself, mumbling appreciatively as he made short work of several. She served coffee and he settled in, telling her about his week at work. It was like old times. Jane couldn’t help being somewhat resentful, why couldn’t he have spent time with her when it counted? As if reading her mind, he took her hand and pulled her closer.

“Jane, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I realize this divorce is mostly my fault. I was so busy with my career I forgot to pay attention to you, and to us. I am sorry for the hurt I have caused you and I want you to know I intend to make it up to you.”

Jane leaned forward; certain he would take her in his arms, kiss her and tell her they had made a terrible mistake. He handed her an envelope.

“Here is your alimony payment. I don’t intend to make the same mistake in our divorce that I did in our marriage. I promise I will follow our agreement to the letter, you can count on me to provide you with all of the things you came to need while we were married.”

Jane leaned back, uncertain whether to thank him or slap him. How dare he make her think he would kiss her?

David smiled and casually asked how her writing was going.

“Oh well, you know how it is. The creative process can’t be forced.”

He looked hard into her eyes.

“Do you mean to tell me that in three days you have not written one, single word?”

“Well, not exactly, I have been sorting ideas and working on other things.” She said uncertainly.

“That is just what I was afraid of. You have always been a procrastinator, never do today what can be put off until tomorrow. I meant what I said, Jane, I may have failed you before but I mean to see to it that you fulfill your dream. What you need is some old fashioned motivation and I intend to provide it.”

Jane was beginning to see just where this was going, she started scooting down the couch, but he was too fast for her.

“Oh no you don’t. You have this coming and you know it. Now get into the bedroom and take that dress off, I will be right in to give you your punishment.”

His tone of voice was the one she had always dreaded, it meant there was no going back, it was too late to make it right. Out of habit she stood and started toward the bedroom, no need in making the punishment worse by arguing.

“Wait a minute, you are not my husband anymore. You have no right to order me around in my house.”

She stood defiantly, glaring at him.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM! If I have to tell you again I’ll use my belt!”

Something in her just snapped when he used that voice, she was a little girl again, and she was in big trouble. Jane ran to the bedroom.

David gave her a few minutes to think about what was coming, then followed. She sat on the edge of the bed looking miserable and scared.

“Young lady, I told you to take that dress off, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” She mumbled through a curtain of hair.

“Then get it off, right now!”

Jane slowly unzipped the dress, embarrassed for him to know that she was wearing only a tiny pair of bikini panties underneath. She stepped out of the dress and stood awkwardly clutching it to her chest. David seated himself on the bed and motioned her to his side.

“Come here and tell me why you deserve to be spanked.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better this week, you don’t have to spank me, I’ll be good.”

“Did you have a chance to be good already?”

Jane nodded her head.

“Did you do your work?”

“No.” She whispered softly.

“So tell me why you deserve to be spanked?”

“Because I didn’t do my work.”

“That’s right, you didn’t even start it, and this is important work, isn’t it Jane?”

“I guess so.”

“Since it is such important work and you didn’t even start it I think you had better get the hairbrush and bring it here.”

“NO, not the hairbrush, I’ll be good, honest...”

“Jane! Do you want me to use my belt? No, I didn’t think so. Go get the hairbrush.”

Jane shuffled to the dresser and took out the hated hairbrush. David’s spankings were for punishment, they were real and they hurt, but the hairbrush was the worst. Its heavy back made her scream and howl and left her tender and sore for days. Even the belt was better than the hairbrush, but he never used the belt alone, instead, he just added it to her punishment, so she got it on top of the blisters from the brush.

David took the hairbrush and laid it aside. Scolding over her laziness, he positioned her across his lap with her legs securely trapped beneath one of his. Sliding her panties down to her knees David took his time, making sure she knew exactly what her punishment was to be and why she had earned it. He knew she hated the vulnerability of this position, hated waiting for it to begin, and especially hated his scolding her like a small child. David never mixed the two aspects of her punishments. He would scold her until he felt she was ready, then spank until the lesson was learned.

Without warning his hand crashed down with a loud crack causing her to jump. Even though she knew it was coming the first one always took her by surprise.

David spanked as methodically as he scolded. Aiming several smacks to an area before moving on, slowly covering her entire bottom with angry red hand prints until they faded together into a bright crimson and she began crying in earnest.

Jane never talked or begged during her spankings, just cried harder and harder. When he stopped and picked up the hairbrush she held her breath bracing for the first stroke. To her surprise, he started talking.

“Jane, I know I have neglected you for months. I am very sorry that I hurt you. If you wish to go ahead with the divorce I will understand. However, as long as I am making alimony payments I will make sure that you are also getting the guidance and the discipline you require. I will not let you down in this, I promise. Now, tell me why you are being punished today.”

“Be, because I was lazy.”

“That’s right, and what will happen if you are lazy and do no do your work next week?”

“You’re gonna spank me again.”

“That’s right.”

SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!!!!

Without warning the hairbrush crashed against her sore bottom over and over. Jane screamed and wiggled but she was firmly trapped between David’s legs and he continued to deliver hard swats turning her whole backside a deep, dark red. Jane was bucking and heaving, thrashing wildly from side to side as the hairbrush tortured her tender flesh with its horrible burning. Reduced to sobbing and struggling for air as the impact of the brush came harder and harder with each stroke, Jane didn’t even realize when the punishment stopped.

“You get in the corner and think about why you were punished until I come back. No rubbing or I’ll use the belt.”

Jane hurried to the corner, just dying to rub her aching butt. She wasn’t going to risk further strokes, she couldn’t take anymore. David believed in serious punishment spankings, he always made sure there would be a lasting memory and a sore bottom to remind her for days.

She could hear him in the kitchen mixing a drink, then silence. Always before he would leave her in the corner for awhile, then come and hold her, telling her how much he loved her and that all was forgiven. Now that they were almost divorced she didn’t know what to expect.

David watched from the doorway, his heart breaking at losing this beautiful woman. He was determined to give her as much attention as she needed, and to keep giving it to her until she called off this ridiculous divorce. Now that the punishment was over he was unsure how to proceed. He desperately wanted to hold her in his arms until the crying was over then make tender love to her. It was one thing to punish her; he knew he could not push her into sex.

Without a word he led Jane to the bed, gave her his handkerchief and a drink of tea, then laid her down and gently began massaging cool lotion onto her hot bottom.

He had always felt she was most beautiful after a punishment, her long brown hair in wild disarray and her dark blue eyes bright with tears. Carefully sliding his hand over the red, swollen flesh he was tempted to slide lower, knowing she would be wet and ready for him. All instincts raged to take her now, prove that they were meant to be together. He leaned down, taking a deep breath, and gently kissed her shoulder.

“Time for me to be going. I will be here next Sunday with your check. Make sure you have some work ready to show me.”

She couldn’t believe he just left! How dare he treat her this way? Leaving her sore and aching for him. That was just like him, plenty of time to punish her, but no time for making love. She spent the rest of the day angry, and sore, and confused. How could she be so angry and so needy for him at the same time?

The week flew by. So much to adjust to, living alone. Her schedule had always revolved around his. With him gone and no job to go to it was hard to get motivated. Monday and Tuesday were spent at home in a long tee-shirt with no underwear, waiting for the soreness to fade. Wednesday it was such a relief to be able to get dressed she went out to lunch with a girlfriend. Thursday and Friday she made attempts at writing, sitting at her new computer for almost an hour each day, but not one word made sense. Now it was Saturday and the house was getting messy and she needed a few things from the store.

Sunday morning Jane was up early. She tried to write but couldn’t stop thinking about how upset David would be when he got there. Better to fix a nice lunch, she could think about her story while she worked and then type it in before he arrived.

Jane was typing the title page for the third time when the doorbell rang.

“Hi. How are you?” He gave her a quick, very civilized peck on the cheek.

“Oh, is it time for your visit already? I was so busy on the computer I guess the time just got away from me.”

“Great, show me what you have finished.” He headed for the office.

“No, I’d really rather wait until this chapter is finished. I have some small details to work out before I let anyone see it.” Jane felt rather proud of her excuse.

“That’s okay, I don’t expect a finished novel. Besides, I minored in journalism, maybe I can give you some suggestions.”

He pulled up the file menu. “There must be some mistake, there are seven files here and all of them are title pages, not one word of text.”

“Oh well, I just, I mean, well, you see I don’t write it on the computer. It is, well, silly of me, but I write it in my head first.” There. He couldn’t very well check inside her head.

“No problem. I’ll type while you dictate. Just start telling me what you have so far, we can clean it up later.”

He plopped down, in her chair, waiting expectantly.

“David, I would prefer to do this myself. I appreciate your help, and....”

“YOU HAVE NOT WRITTEN ONE WORD!”

It was the voice again. Jane couldn’t look at him as she nodded, knowing he would be furious.

“What did I say about getting your work done last week?”

“That it was important.” She was reduced to her naughty, little girl behavior, talking softly and hanging her head, unable to meet his eye.

“I must not have made much of an impression last week. I will have to talk harder and longer to your bottom this time to make sure you don’t forget again.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t forget, honest, I’ve been busy and I really am working on it in my head. Please don’t punish me, I’ll do better next week.”

“I told you before, I intend to help you with all of the things you need. This is important. Now go to the bedroom and get ready. No arguments.”

Jane shuffled to the bedroom, she knew it was her own fault, she had all week to get her work done and hadn’t even started. She also knew that a small secret part of her wanted and needed him to punish her.

“I’m glad to see you are following instructions today since you have already earned the belt by lying about how much you have done this week.”

Just the thought of the belt had Jane crying all through his scolding. She liked the feel of his hand warming her bottom even though it hurt. There was something so safe about being over his lap, knowing he cared enough to correct her.

All too soon he switched to the hairbrush. Howling and sobbing, Jane writhed across his knees. There was no thinking when that hated brush was pounding her swollen bottom. It went on and on. David was making sure that this lesson stayed with her a long time. Her backside was deep crimson, almost blue in spots, and still he kept swinging. She screeched and blubbered as he worked the brush back and forth on the tender juncture at the top of her thighs.

Finally satisfied that she had had enough, he stood and led her to the armchair. Bending her over the back of the chair he took off his belt and doubled it, careful to keep the buckle in his hand.

The chair was just tall enough to keep Jane’s legs stretched and her bottom high and completely exposed. He stood for a moment, admiring the view. Her ass was twitching from the severe paddling but he could see her sex, open and moist. He knew he could not walk away this time, he wanted her so badly he ached.

The belt swished through the air, landing with a meaty whack that produced a shriek and violent kicking. Balanced on the chair, legs scissoring madly, Jane’s bottom endured ten full swings of the belt.

Gathering her into his arms, he carried her to the bed, soothing her with soft words and gentle caresses. After the ritual of hankie and lotion, he held her until her sobs died down. Without a word he pulled her to her knees and entered her fast and hard.

In moments she was wracked with the spasms of her climax. The site of her quivering combined with the heat of her welted ass proved too much. Driving deep inside her he exploded with pent up need.

Lying together afterward, Jane snuggled against his chest, she was exhausted but content. It was lovely having him home again.

David hated to leave her but he knew the time was not right yet. Slipping the covers over her, he kissed her cheek, reminded her to get some writing done, and left.

By Wednesday Jane had gotten over her anger at him leaving again and was ready to face the fact that she wanted her husband back. It wouldn’t be easy, but, she was certain it could be done.

Waiting in line at the grocery store, Saturday, Jane overheard two women talking about their ex-husbands, late child-support and alimony payments. Jane had to laugh to herself. How eager would they be for their checks if they were delivered like hers were? Here it was, Saturday afternoon, and she had not written one single word.

David thought he was helping her to realize her goals, he just didn’t know he had become one of them.

~o~

Almost make me want an alimony check! Thanks Annie! Fantastic job.  If you enjoyed this story you need to think of writing one yourself. Please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Ronnie's Christmas Meme

If you're having a hard time coming up with a post, grab this meme and join the fun! Thanks for putting it up Ronnie!

Wrapping paper or gift bags? 

Mostly I wrap, but when it comes to crunch time I’ll grab a bag.

Real tree or artificial? 

We always have an artificial one these days. I miss the smell of a real tree though. 

When do you put up the tree? 

Usually about the second week of December. But I put it up the day after Thanksgiving this year because Mollie was here to help.
When do you take the tree down? 

Since the boys don’t usually come until early in January ours stays up a bit longer than I’d usually like to keep it up. It goes down when they leave.
Do you like eggnog? 

I love eggnog. Not exactly on my low carb diet, but a little at Christmas won’t hurt… I hope.

Favorite gift received as a child? 

I always got a new baby doll which I loved and often a new toy gun that I loved equally.

Hardest person to buy for? 

My son-in-law!
Easiest person to buy for?

Mollie! She always has plenty of suggestions!

Do you have a nativity scene? 

Sometimes.

Mail or email Christmas cards? 

I send out very few, but I use snail mail for them.

Worst Christmas gift ever received.

A slip from an aunt when I was ten. Whoopee.

Favorite Christmas movie? 

Tie between It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34^thStreet
When do you start shopping for Christmas? 

Early, soon after Mollie’s birthday in October. I HATE crowds and I’m not shopping once the hordes begin.
Have you ever recycled a Christmas present to a local charity.

Yes, it’s often something nice but just not my style or doesn’t meet my needs. It could be perfect for someone.

Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?

Anything not on the healthy living diet! 
Lights on the tree; colored or white?

I love both. Ours are white.  

Favorite Christmas song?

What Child is this 

Travel at Christmas or stay home?

Home! All my life it’s been home and I do like it that way. We might head off to see family later in the day on Christmas. But always close to home. 
Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?

Yes. I learned the song along with everyone else!

Angel on the tree top or a star? 

Neither
Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? 

Shouldn’t this be an easy question? It isn’t.  Christmas eve we open with Nick’s family. Then, in the past we opened the rest Christmas morning. But unfortunately, my children don’t live here anymore. We open a little Christmas night when my sister and BIL stop by on their way from seeing their grandson. Then we have ‘Christmas’ whenever the boys come. And on that day the time depends on when they get up, get their showers, have their coffee… By then I’m usually chomping at the bit!

Favorite ornament theme or color? 

I love the randomness of our tree. No theme, no rhyme or reason. Just whatever ornaments I thought the kids would like. We range from ‘I love Lucy’ to Harry Potter ornaments.

Favorite for Christmas dinner?

Turkey, rice and gravy, my SIL’s sweet potato casserole, corn, lima beans, crescent rolls, pumpkin pie 

What do you want for Christmas this year?

My children home, my renovation complete, and my books to become best sellers – movie to follow! 
Who is most likely to respond to this?

Anyone who has a spare minute and wants to jump into the fun. 

When to tackle your sister

What a wonderful weekend! This was THE weekend in our little town, population 3,602. Saturday was the day of the Christmas festival and the parade! 

My sister came up to join me at the festival to sell our books. And we had an amazing day! Sister has been to many of these, it’s only my second, but she said she sold more at this one than at any other event she had gone to. It was certainly the best day for me, selling wise. 

An old boyfriend stopped by. Well we only dated once but my crush lasted longer. Although we’re friends on Facebook I hadn’t seen him since high school. It was such fun. I met his wife and she bought one of my books. I wonder what she’ll think and if I’ll ever know.

I had a former student drop by and buy one. She is around LJ’s age and she is now a doctor – how old am I? I gave my same spiel for the book, that it was about a sweet older couple still very much in love after being married for decades – with a touch of 50 Shades thrown in. It does seem to catch people’s attention and I feel that they are warned.

One interesting event happened. First, a bit about my sister. If my sister is your friend, you have a friend for life. She will take on the world for those she loves, her loyalty is unmatched. But if you’ve gotten on her bad side, there is no getting off. She will point out someone who cut her off in traffic over twenty years ago and as she’s telling it you’ll know she is still pissed! Her ability to hold a grudge makes me tired. 

One person from her high school days came up frequently over the years for the wrongs she did to my sister nearly fifty years ago. In fact this particular girl was the evil force behind the most horrid villain my sister has ever written – and in the end, the character died in the hands of my sister’s authorship! Of course she changed the woman’s name in the book, but it was a very ethnic name and she didn’t change it that much.

You guessed it – this woman was at the festival. Neither recognized the other, but the woman mentioned she had graduated the same year sister had. Then she said her name and I froze – really, this was the name of the devil in our family. I felt myself pulled in two separate directions. One part of me wanted to tackle my sister to the floor to prevent her from ripping the woman’s throat out. But at the same time I wanted to grab up the book Sister wrote about her and say, “You gotta read this, the evil villain is you!”

Gratefully my dear sister handled herself as an adult should. They spoke pleasantly and I even took a picture of them together. I knew Sister wanted to show the picture to her husband and daughter, who knew of this woman’s evil ways due to  Sister’s life-long inability let anything go. That only added a spark of excitement to the day. It was really a great day and I hope we can go back next year.

More workmen are coming this week. Hold a good thought for me!

Fantasy Friday Revival - The Massage

I have a fun Fantasy Friday for you today. I hope you read it to relax and head into a hot weekend. Maybe you want to send a copy to your significant other and do a little play acting. Oh, and you sorta know the writer. Please 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 twelve 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.

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I didn't mention who write this fine story - it was my very own Nick who wrote this a few years ago! And I thank you honey. Now I hope some of you are thinking of writing a story for us. Please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

What have I done?

I’m writing at the moment to avoid a mild panic attack. After no work being done on the living room in months everyone is coming today and tomorrow. 

HELP!

I want Nick here to answer their questions. I want me somewhere else so they won’t ask me. The last change in this room was about twelve years ago. Nick took the paneling I hated so much down in the living room. He put up drywall and painted. Then he painted the paneling down the hall. He did all this while I was away on a long weekend and I wasn’t consulted about anything including the paint color. I just walked in to a total surprise – and I was thrilled! 

Being here to answer the questions myself is scaring the you-know-what out of me! I keep getting questions like…

“Do you want new hinges to match the doorknobs you chose?”

“Do you want that book case moved over an inch to avoid that tiny strip you’ll have to paint.” 

“Where you want the lights, now there’s a joist there. Which side do you want it on?”

“You want the switch here or here?”

“Do you want the wigglewanps to line up with the doohickies or the zipsorts?”

At least it all sounds like the last question there to me. I can make all the decisions but I don’t what Nick to come in and say, “Well that not where that was supposed to go and the hole already cut into the ceiling or the wall.

Nick says, “It’s up to you honey, whatever you want.” That should sound sweet and accommodating. But in reality is sound like I’ll be taking the heat for whatever goes wrong. Nick’s not really mean like that at all, I’m just nervous!

Very nervous!

Thank you all, even writing this much calmed me a little. Don’t guess I’ll be getting back to the new book until after the new year. There’s a few too many people in the house for writing good spanking stories or sex scenes!

Great Thanksgiving!

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Ours was great. We headed to Nick’s Dad’s and nearly the whole family was there. Not LJ, of course, he never makes it home for Thanksgiving. He and Collin will be here early in January for Christmas. But Mollie was here with the grand-pets for the holiday and Mollie joined us when we went to see The Good Liar. Excellent movie!

We’re finally expecting to see some progress on the living room this next week. Crown molding, new doors in the hallway, possibly new baseboards – but we’re thinking about maybe getting hardwoods to replace the worn carpet, so the baseboards might have to wait. I’m luke-warm about the hardwood. I think it would be beautiful, but my preference is dark wood and I know that shows every speck of dust and pet hair. I’m not that great a house keeper, sooo… I don’t know.

The Christmas tree is up and lit, but not yet decorated. The cat enjoys sitting under it. And it’s in my writing room so I get to enjoy it the most.

I’m not much of a black Friday shopper. Two reasons – I don’t like shopping and I don’t like crowds. That's plenty to keep me at home. But Nick decided we should go shopping for something. So I find myself, at the grand old age of sixty-two, to be the proud owner of my first-ever brand new car. It seems to have all the bells and whistles. Now I need to find out how to use them all. But I’m happy and excited to have it. Of course, I’m one that loves staying home. But it looks great on the carport!