The first email about spanking

Well I posted my very first communication to Nick here, so if you haven’t read it you might want to start here. Let me set this up for you. I was about 43. At the time I wrote this Nick and I had been married for 17 years and I had been pretty much indifferent to sex the entire time. We did not ever talk about sex. In fact we rarely talk about anything other than the kids, what to have for supper and what was happening at work, room mate stuff.

So pretty much out of the blue Nick gets that first email quickly followed by this one. The parts in red I have inserted now.


I've kept these fantasies to myself for so long it’s hard to get them down. I think I told you long ago that sometimes the idea of being spanked was a turn on but I really didn't want to act on this. I didn't want you to think that I was so very strange. On and off through the years the idea has popped up. I didn't want to evolve you in this strangeness so I would fantasize about some faceless stranger. It wasn't great. To make a long story short I finally realized that you were the only one that I wanted to fantasize about. You can't imagine how nice it was. Even for a dummy like me I finally realized that we lived together, I didn't have to just fantasize if I could get up the nerve to actually let you know what I was thinking and you agreed to try some of my ideas. I do sometimes wonder where these ideas came from originally. I've had it since I was young. I finally stopped thinking that it was so strange but I realize that it may take you a bit of time.

One more bit of information and I'll get to my actual fantasy. The reason that I want both of us to be someone else is that no woman in her right mind, even me, would allow her husband to hit her at all. And I know that you wouldn't. But some times the way someone is raised hangs on. It's much better than in the old days but "good girls" still have ideas of things that they should like and those that they shouldn't enjoy. (That is nice, women didn’t really like sex. It was something you had to do to have children. No I wasn’t really taught that but somewhere deep down I felt that way) Something about this fantasy seems to free me up. I'm no longer in charge. I'm not doing anything -- he's making me. It may be crazy but for me its sooooo freeing!

Alright here goes. Liz can sometimes really piss her friend off. He is a pretty easy going guy but enough is enough. (I don't know what all he's mad about but it doesn't matter) Anyway he has decided that the time has come to take control of the situation and give Liz the spanking that she deserves. He lets her know of his decision by e-mail or something some days before it going to happen (if he knows when he going to be able to, since they don't exactly live alone, anyway...) and the fact that there is nothing that she can do to change his mind.

When the time comes he has a lot of things to decide, where this will take place, will she be across his knee or on the bed, will he let her wear anything or not (maybe he will let her this first time, but if they want to continue getting together occasionally he may change his mind). His attitude is kinda important, he serious – not necessarily real mad but like its something that he feels he needs to do. Liz may not go along once she gets across his knee and she'll probably tell him no and to stop, but too bad for her, he might tell her that she's been asking for this. (funny, right) My guess is that he would start off with about ten licks with a paddle (there is one around somewhere) and then he would ask if she had learned her lesson and was she ready to do as she was told. She will either say yes or no. If she says no she's not ready to do as she's told then he paddles her some more. Soon she'll get the idea and she will agree to do whatever he says.

I think that you'll like this next part. When she agrees, she means it. She will do whatever you say. Anything, any position, anywhere for as long as you say. (OK one thing that scares her a bit is anal intercourse; a little gentle play wouldn't scare her and who knows for the future.) *note here. That was one thing that held me back from saying anything for a while. I suspected, thought, okay knew that I was probably anal erotic but I was flat scared to try it. I knew that this was something that Nick wanted to try but I had always refused. I wanted to let him know that at that time it was one of my limits. I was not ready to go there. By telling him, and by him completely respecting my feelings, I became more and more willing to trust him with things I did want to try. Since that time our trust has grown as has my willingness to try new things and test my limits. Anal sex is now something I truly enjoy but I still need to be very much in the right mood. Now that we do talk and trust I don’t think there is anything we are unwilling to at least try if the other asks.)

So what you have here is someone willing to let you do anything and is willing to do anything for you. Should she seem reluctant at any time the paddle is always handy for a quick reminder. I know that this isn't for every time we make love but if you are willing to try and like it then many, many ideas are possible. Sometimes he might tease her and make her work for what she wants, other times he can lay back and have any thing that he can think of. Some times he might just make her lay there and wait while he goes and drink a beer, ordering her to keep still, if she hasn't well...

Other ideas might be that he would tell her what to wear when he is planning to spank her. Certain underwear, whatever. You can tell that Liz has been thinking about this longer than her friend. But there is no rush to all this, whenever he is ready and they can get some privacy. A few days notice is great to allow a gal to get in the mood, but that’s not always possible.

If you think that Liz is the only one with these ideas it’s not true. She looked around a bit on the internet (never joining anything, just looking at a few free sites) some are awful but a lot of them have sensuous story and pictures. I know that the few stories she read seem to overestimate the duration of the spanking itself. If you're interested in seeing for yourself just search under spanking. The ideas they expound are not mine, but it did give me the courage to write this epistle.

Don't feel pressured to respond at once (esp. if your answer is "no way") just think about it and get comfortable with the ideas and drop Liz a line sometime. E-mail is a good way to ask her questions or for clarification.

I love you.

So here was our very, very beginning. Finally after 19 year I had taken the leap of faith that Nick would at least try to understand. He did – this is the email I got from Nick.



Liz,
Its Sat. morn and I rushed downstairs to read mail. Wow! Are you sure I’m talking to my real wife or her impostor twin.

My mind is going a little faster than my fingers right now, but you've giving me a load to consider. As kinky as some of this may sound to you, it probably doesn't score very high on the internet scale in general or the Gene (our kinkiest real life friend of ours) scale in particular.

Timing might me a little tricky, particularly trying to allow time for anticipation. Another caution, we may find that any particular fantasy's benefit is greater in the dreaming, and formulating stages than in execution. (He really thought that even if I liked fantasying about spanking I might not like it in real life - LOL! Little did he know!) But that can only be known by a little testing.

More thoughts later.

Nick

And later that week I got the following email from him.

Liz,
Yes you've aroused my curiosity, etc. Especially my etc.

I wouldn't want to inhibit your passion, not if Sat. is an indication of your potential.
As for an alter ego, I don't know. We'll see.

Sometime we can set up private address and go from there with your additional info!

With anticipation.

Nick

So this was our beginning. It didn't last then but it did lay the ground work for what happened 6 years later and continues until today. We learned to trust each other, we learned to enjoy each other and we began talking. That is the best thing - we are still communicating.

Gratitude Tuesday

I wanted to join in in gratitude Tuesday but I am not going to try to hit A and B today. Today there is only one thing on my mind when I think of gratitude. I am grateful for Mollie – that she is here to talk to and hug and comfort and sit quietly with. Two girls she knows, although not close friends, were killed in a car accident. They were 15 and 16, a momentary lack of attention with deadly result. This has been very sobering for me as the mother of a 16 year old driver.

I hate to see Mollie quiet. LJ would have been more likely to talk to me about the events but Mollie is just quiet. All she really said is that it had been a bad day. But she came up to me in the kitchen and gave me a hug and told me she loved me. I just plan on being here when she needs me. So I am grateful I have her and that she has me. And I pray for the families who lost the girls.



On to try to think of something else. I didn' t lose any weight this week but Nick and I are working on a new way to keeping me on track. With the scales being somewhat inaccurate we and going to have a new upper limit. We are taking my lowest weight - which may have been inaccurate and putting an upper limit on my weight to 2 pounds above that. This way it takes into account a little fluctuation in my actual weight as well as the weirdness of the scales. Nick has always been hesitant to spank if the gain was just .2 - .4 pounds, but I want consistancy. So I think he will feel more comfortable with this and it will keep me from breaking bad and going way over. It's hairbrush time if I don't keep things pretty much under control. As my weight goes down and I have the same low reading a couple of weeks in a row, and we feel that reading is accurate, then the upper level will go down. I think this is going to work for us.

The very beginning

I just came across a true blast from the past and I thought you guys enjoy reading it. Some of you that have been reading here for a long time might remember that I began my blog in July of 2006. That was shortly after I had found blogs but we had actually dabbled in spanking just a little before that. We had been married for 17 years and our kids were 12 and 8.

We had just gotten a new computer and put it in the basement. I finally had a tiny bit of privacy for looking around and I typed in spanking. I didn’t find any blogs at that time but I found some stories and a few pictures – enough to really push my spanko mind into over drive. Was this really me? Fairly suddenly I went from zero interest in sex to … let me put this delicately – horny!

So with a good mixture of fear and longing I wrote the following email to Nick. Picture as you read what must have been going through Nick’s mind. This poor man whose wife generally ignored him, whose lack of interest in sex meant ‘good ‘ol man on top, woman on bottom get it over with quick’ sex maybe once a month. NO experimenting, no kink, nothing. Then out of the blue he gets the following email

August 14, 2000

I cannot believe that I am sending this E-mail; at least I'm writing it I'm not sure I'll ever send it. Don't worry I think you'll like it but its taken me 17 years to be able to write it. It may take another 20 before I could say it face to face. Would you be interested in hearing about and perhaps indulging me in some sexual games that keep roaming around in my brain? Nothing elaborate but it would involve a bit of role playing and I'm not sure that that is really your style. But if you're willing to try once we don't have to do any more if you don't like it.

I just want to be sure that these games stay completely out of our real life, at least for now. In other words when we play I want to be someone else. An alter-ego so to speak someone who is no ones mother, teacher or daughter. In other words you won't be acting these things out with me, your wife. Instead this man (you get to pick your alter-ego’s name) and a women we'll call Liz, will be doing all this. If you think that I have gone off the deep end -- you may be right. If you want me to stop this silliness and get back to normal just e-mail me back and tell me to forget it. I promise I won't bring it up again. But if you are interested the only thing you have to do at this time is to e-mail me to send you more information and sign it with your made up name. Then just check your mail once in a while. Remember anticipation is part of the game!

Your loving wife.

Well do you think that would have gotten his attention? And did you notice, I still hadn't even gotten up the nerve to mention spanking!

LOL! It did get his attention,but he hardly knew what to say. This was his entire return email (trust me they got much better soon)

Remember that my mail is not password protected when you're sending additional info.

I found my next email too. I’ll post it soon. But this was the very, very beginning. It didn’t completely last at that time. Too much going on in real life, kids to care for, parents to care for, two careers to deal with and no internet friends to share it all with – to talk with me, to encourage me, to help me feel normal. But it did show me that we really did love each other and when life presented the opportunity again a few years later we grabbed it and the rest is history!

Fantasy Friday - What have I done?

Finally, finally, finally it's Friday! I love the weekend and I always like a good Fantasy Friday to start the weekend off just right!! I hope you got to read the 'how we met' story of this couple. Click here if you haven't had the chance. I always want to know what happens after the story ends so I loved continued stories hopefully there will be even more after this!

So for this weekend, kick back, relax and enjoy...

What have I done?

Megan’s mind was in a panic as she paced the small office! How, how could she have been so stupid! She was in trouble up to her neck and she had to keep Cal from finding out. If he knew what she has done she wouldn’t be able to sit for a month.

Megan couldn’t believe how much her life had changes since her unexpected meeting with Sheriff Cal Bennett. He could have sent her to jail for breaking into his house but instead he had taken her under his wing and had helped her in countless ways. He had his own unique way of encouraging and guiding Megan as a first year college student.

Cal had made it clear that first night when he decided against taking her to jail that she would be in ‘his custody’, a type of probation for the next 6 months. He had also made it very clear that if she did not follow his rules during that time he would turn her over his knee and spank the fire out of her! And Cal was definitely a man of his word.

After a rocky start Megan had to admit Cal had really helped her. She attended all her classes now and had only been late once in the last 2 months, a mistake she wasn’t about to repeat! Her grades had improved more than she could imagine.

But the change that had shocked Megan the most was how she felt about Cal. She knew she was falling in love with him but she was so torn by that fact. In the past the boy/men she had dated had catered to her every whim. They would beg for her favor and ply her with expensive gifts. Cal had her cleaning his bathroom and doing his laundry! This was crazy. She also had no idea how Cal felt about her. When she had made a slight pass at him he had sternly rebuffed her. “You are working off a sentence the same as if I had taken you to court. Trying to come on to me during this time is inappropriate and you are going to stop.” Did that mean he didn’t care for her or that there relationship couldn’t move to that stage now or ever? They spent nearly all there free time together and she knew he was happy. This was driving her nuts!

Pacing in the small office Megan thought back to the time Cal had had to go out of town unexpectedly. She had really been looking forward to her evening studying with him. Yes, she knew studying would be all that would go on she still loved spending time with him. But then he called. “Megan I just got word I have to go to the capital this afternoon. I’ll have to stay over night. Sorry to have to cancel on you. Can I count on you to stay in and study tonight? I want you to make me proud on that exam tomorrow.”

“I’ll study Cal” Megan had assured him trying not to let her disappointment show “There are 3 other girl on the hall in the class. We’ll study together.”

“Promise me now” Cal repeated. Megan assured him all would be well.

And it had been for a while. But after studying and quizzing each other until nearly 9:30 Ashley suggested that they needed a break. “I need ice cream!” she declared. “Walk with me to the Dairy Bar.” Now Cal couldn’t object to that. It was close by and all the kids walked there even at night.

If only! If only they hadn’t had to walk past the fraternity house, if only Ashley hadn’t know one of the guys on the porch, if only she hadn’t accepted the first beer, or the second. By the time the jello shooters came out she was past caring.

The next morning Megan had woken slowly. Her mouth felt like she had used it to clean out the inside of several old tennis shoes. She struggled to open her eyes and felt a wave of panic as she realized she wasn’t in her room. Sitting up it all came back to her – the fraternity house – crap! What time was it? Her eyes fell on the clock – 11:00 AM. The exam had been at 9:00. Not waiting to see if the other girls were still around Megan bolted for the dorm.

~~~0~~~

Late that afternoon Cal tossed his overnight bag on his bed. He wanted a shower and he needed to make several calls but all he could think about was Megan. He knew he loved her and the thought tore at his gut. She was a rich, preppy college girl. A small town sheriff was not in her future. She had tried to come on to him but that was obviously the way she normally got her way with men. But she was changing and he was enjoying the woman she was becoming. Who knew, maybe she did care. But nothing could happen for another four months. ‘Why did I give her six months probation?’ he chided himself, ‘why not 6 days?’

Laughing at himself Cal called Megan’s cell. He voice sounded so strange when she finally answered “Megan? What’s wrong?”

Megan tried to speak but all that came out was a sob. “I’ll be right there” Cal told her as he hurried back to the car.

Megan looked as though she was trying to become invisible as she sat hunched it Cal’s car. She told him everything. She hated seeing his face change from concern to disbelief to anger. She tried not to think of the spanking she had gotten for being 10 minutes late for class. She didn’t want to think any further. The silence grew as Cal started the car. He drove directly to Professor Wright’s office. Meg followed Cal in but wasn’t even registering what they were saying until Professor Wright addressed her directly.

“Miss Anderson do you have a good reason for missing my exam this morning?” She looked at Cal for a clue as to how she should answer, but no clue was forthcoming.

“No sir” she said quietly, “I don’t have a good reason.”

“Hmmm… , well Miss Anderson I guess this is your lucky day. I wouldn’t normally allow for this. But as a favor to Sheriff Bennett and because of the significant improvement you have shown since the beginning of the semester, I will allow the Sheriff to administer the test and return it to me.”

“Miss Anderson” he continued, “I hope you realize how serious the consequences of missing the exam could have been.”

“Don’t worry Professor” Cal stated flatly “I can assure her you she will fell the full consequences of her actions.”

Megan reddened and looked down missing the sly smile that played on the Professors lips. “Hmmm…” he mused quietly and they prepared to leave. “I just bet you’re right.”

~~~0~~~

Cal remained silent until they entered his house then he said, “You can the exam in the dinning room. He said you have 90 minutes.”

“Cal, wait!” Megan began “Are you … I mean… Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes ma’am” he answered firmly “You better believe I am. But we are going to get the exam out of the way first.”

“Cal please… I can’t think, I can’t concentrate on the exam knowing you are so mad at me and knowing you’re going to … you know. Please can’t we do that first?

“You won’t be able to sit to take the exam when I’m done with your and that a promise.” He stated flatly.

“Please Cal. And Cal, I wish you knew how sorry I really am.”

She looked so pitiful that all Cal wanted to do was to hold her and comfort her. But breaking her word to him, passing out drunk in a frat house – all the things that could have happened raced through his mind and he knew it was not time for comfort yet.

“Alright” he said crisply “We’ll take care of this first. I want you in the corner. I’m going to take a shower while you think about the decisions you’ve made in the last 24 hours.”

Megan hated the corner and whined “But Cal, that’s all I have been thinking about.” In that instant Megan thought lightening had struck as Cal landed a hard swat to her right cheek. “I don’t need another word from you unless I ask you a question.”

Rubbing her seat vigorously Megan hurried to the corner.

“Jeans down to your knees, Meg, panties too.” Cal noticed the sharp intake of breath and the briefest hesitation before Megan did as he directed. He watched as she slide her jeans over her slim hips. A tiny sigh from her and the panties followed. Cal stared for a moment, transfixed at this beautiful sight. Then he turned silently had headed to his bedroom. “Let’s make that a cold shower.” he muttered to himself.

Megan sniffed in the corner and rubbed her seat again. That one swat sill stung – she didn’t want to think about what was coming. She could just leave. She knew Cal wouldn’t, probably couldn’t have her arrested for the original crime. But she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She had really let Cal down and she knew it. She heard the shower stop and instinctively rubbed her cheek one more time.

A few minutes later Cal spoke behind her, “Over here Megan”. She shuffled across the room, her pants at her ankles only added to Megan’s embarrassment as she joined Cal at the couch. He sat and guided her over his knee. “You promised me you would stay in last night and you didn’t. I’m going to spank you for it. Do you understand? Do you have anything to say?

“Only that I am sorry.”

“I know you are Megan, but you need to see that poor decisions have consequences.” With that Cal began. Megan’s head shot up in disbelief at the first swat and gave a lusty “Owwwww…!” Was that was just his hand?! The sting was amazing and Megan couldn’t stop from kicking. Cal paused long enough to put his leg over hers as her jeans slipped off.

The next 20 seemed harder still. When Cal paused once again he asked “When the other’s decided to go for ice cream what should you have said?”

How are you supposed to talk in this position Megan wondered but she managed to gasp out, “I should have said no! That I had promised you to stay in – I should have stayed in the dorm!”

“That’s right” Cal said calmly as he stopped spanking and began to rubbing. Megan relaxed over his lap still knowing he wasn’t finished. He rubbed a moment longer as he allowed her to catch her breath. Then he stood her up and said “Go get the hair brush.”

No, no, no! Megan’s mind repeated. She remembered it as much worse than his hand but she now couldn’t remember how. And she had to go get it – damn! Wincing a little as she walked she was still glad for the brief reprieve. She glared at the brush – so innocent looking she thought. Would she ever be able to look at a hairbrush the same again? She brought it back to Cal and he guided her back over his knee again.

“I am not even going to ask you how much you drank. You aren’t supposed to drink at all. How old are you? He asked as if he didn’t already know perfectly well. Megan realized what was coming and stilled herself.

“Nineteen” she told him.

“Alright, let’s see how many that is.” And he took off with the brush. Megan was already burning from the first round and by five she couldn’t help throwing her hand back to protect her bottom.

“Megan you know that’s dangerous” Cal said as he trapped her hand to the small of her back. “Now let’s start over.”

Meg groaned as Cal peppered her with nineteen more short sharp spanks although not quite as hard as before.

Now he asked as he stopped and rubbed, “How old do you have to be to drink legally?

“Two years older” Megan gasped and Cal had to grin at her quick thinking under stress.

“Nice try” he chuckled “But the correct answer is twenty-one.” And with that he was off again with the hateful brush ignoring her yelps of pain and pleas until he finished. Now what was the difference between those two numbers again?”

Gritting her teeth Megan again said “Two years.”

“That’s right and you better remember that!” Cal said emphatically as a burning pop seared each cheek.

With that he tossed the brush onto the couch and again helped Megan to her feet. She danced and rubbed until Cal said “We’re not quite done yet Meg.”

“But, but… that’s enough! I promise I will never break my word again and I won’t drink a drop until I’m 21.”

He stopped her, “I know and I appreciate that. But you put yourself in serious danger.” He led Megan to the arm of the couch. He stopped there and unbuckled his belt. She watched as the belt snaked through the loops. Cal bent her over the arm of the sofa and doubled the belt.

“Drinking enough to pass out in that Frat house was as dangerous as it get”. Megan heard the first whistling of the belt just before it landed on her upper thigh.

“Please Cal” she begged “not my thighs!”

“Be quiet” he commanded. With the next lick she was far from quiet but she said no more. Each lick from the belt landed on her upper thighs as Cal enumerated the dangers. “You could have been drugged… fondled… molested… raped.” Barely registering his words the last lick landed its biting sting directly on her sit spot she did hear Cal final fear “I could have lost you.”

Cal stood her up and held her to him as she cried. “Shhhhh….it’s alright honey. You’re going to be alright. Cry it out.”

Megan felt her body was a study in contrast. She hurt so bad and felt so good in his arms. She cried softly into his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. After a minute Cal stepped into the bedroom and brought her some soft sweat pants she kept at his place. Cal could tell she was exhausted and tucked a soft quilt around her as she prepared to doze on the couch.

The nap had brought a softness and clarity to that day. After the exam and a quiet talk with Cal, Megan had promised not only Cal but herself that she would never be in that much trouble with Cal again!

Megan’s mind snapped back to the present as she continued to pace in the small office. If only she had kept that promise to herself. She whirled around as the door opened and the Dean of Women entered. Seating herself behind the desk she indicated a chair for Megan.

“Miss Anderson” she began “your serious violation of our school rules allows me to expel you with on further consideration. But I would like to know just what you were thinking. Years ago I would have invited your parents to this meeting but HEPPA rules prevent me from discussing this with them.”

“However,” she continued “I see a note in your file that Sheriff Bennett is to be contacted in case of academic or discipline issues. I have here” she said holding up a paper “the waver you signed allowing us to discuss any problems with him.”

“No – wait!” Megan begged, “Please don’t! I don’t want Sheriff Bennett to know!” The phone rang on the dean’s desk as Megan pleaded “You can’t tell him, please!”

Dean Abbot answered her phone. “Please put him through,” she said. “Don’t worry Miss. Anderson – I don’t plan on telling him. That will be your job.” She said firmly as she passed the phone to Megan.

Megan took the phone with a trembling hand and slowly put it to her ear.

“Cal…”

~~~oo0oo~~~

Oh dear! I feel that there is more to come with Cal and Megan. And I guess I should know better than anyone since I wrote this Fantasy Friday. You can thank a vanilla friend of mine for this second story. When I told her about my 'kink' this summer I gave her several stories to read. 'The Break In' was one of them. She was really intrigued with everything I told her but for some reason 'The Break In' really caught her interest. She wanted to know what happened next. So I had to write it to find out myself. LOL! She never touches her computer so I had to print it off for her - can you imagine, me with a friend who doesn't use a computer!

I hope you enjoyed it as much as she did. And I hope some of you enjoy Fantasy Friday enough to help out by trying you hand a story and sharing it with the rest of us. I really do need stories folks. I am always excited to open an email and see that it is a story but it is especially exciting when it is a new writer who has finally taken the plunge! I hope you are out there writing and I hope you are willing to share. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Pre-Fantasy Friday

Heads up here. I need everyone to know that this is a rerun, sort of a pre-Fantasy Friday. This fantasy was first posted a while back, and a lot of you wanted to know what happened next, me too. Well I am happy to tell you that the next part will be posted tomorrow for Fantasy Friday. I just thought some of you might want to catch up in case you missed this one the first time around. If you remember who wrote it don't tell yet. I will reveal that after the story tomorrow. Hang in there, at least it's Thursday. Consider this a jump start on the weekend.

For now enjoy...

The Break In

The sudden light blinded Megan! She heard the man shout and her mind screamed in panic with only one thought “GET AWAY”! In her terror she sprinted for the door but the man was on her. His arm snaked around her waist and she was yanked backwards and off her feet. She dropped her bag in her mad effort to get away but she was half drug, half carried back into the bedroom. The man pulled her to the dresser as he fumbled inside the top drawer. Her mind was still reeling when she felt cold steel on her wrist and another wave of sheer panic shot through her as she realized she was now being handcuffed to the bed.

Once she was secured the man stepped away from her and back toward the dresser. Her eyes swept the room looking for an escape. Nothing! There was no hope, finally her eyes came back to the man and she saw the gun lying on the dresser by his hand.

The man began firing questions at her “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house? Damn! I could have blown your frigging head off! And what the hell are you doing with my shoe?” Megan looked down to see that she was still clutching the man’s shoe that she had so quietly slipped into the closet to take.

“I – I’m really sorry” Megan stammered “Here” she held out the shoe “you can have it back. I am so sorry. Please let me go and I swear I will never bother you again.”

The man ignored her words and said “Answer my questions. First who are you?”

“I’m Megan Anderson.”

“Alright Megan Anderson, what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom at 2 AM?” The man casually reached for his jeans hanging on the chair and pulled them on over his boxers.

Megan didn’t want to answer, it seemed so incredibly stupid now but no plausible lie was coming to mind so she began on the truth.

“I’m pledging a sorority and I have a list of items I had to get from a local house in order to…”

“My god!” the man interjected “you risked you life breaking into a stranger’s house on some kind of asinine scavenger hunt? How old are you anyway?”

“I’m nineteen” Megan answered “But you don’t understand” she started earnestly, “It’s not just to get into the sorority – this was to get in to a secret society within the sorority…” Megan trailed off again as the man looked at her as thought she had sprouted feathers.

The man looked so confused Megan took the opportunity to give him her most winning smile “Please,” she said sweetly, “I really am sorry. And I didn’t really take anything, you have everything back. No harm, no foul! Now if you will just take these cuffs off I’ll be on my way.”

The man almost smiled before he caught himself. He could only imagine the times that beautiful, innocent looking smile had gotten her out of trouble, well he thought, not this time.

“Come on,” Megan demanded, shaking the cuffs a little, “let me out of these things and I’ll go.”

“Go” he repeated “The only place you’re going is to jail! You break into my house try to steal my stuff and you think I am just going to let you walk out of here?

Megan’s eyes narrowed and she dropped the sweet smile. “Look mister, I said I was sorry. But I am not about to go to jail! Look at this you have me handcuffed to a bed – what kind of a pervert are you? I’ll tell the police you held me against my will – that’s kidnapping! And if you don’t let me out of these things right now I am going to tell them you tried to rape me!

The man stared another moment then reached for his cell phone and tossed it beside her on the bed. “There you go he said. Call 911. Better yet hit speed dial 2 that will ring directly on the sheriff’s desk. Of course I’m not there to answer it at the moment but I am sure one of my deputies will pick up.”

Megan’s eyes widen, “You’re not...” she began.

“Sheriff Cal Bennett at your service ma’am. Youngest sheriff ever elected in Craven County. Now let me see if I have this right” Cal began, “In order to get into some fancy, spoiled, society girl clique you broke into my house to steal… what all was it now?”

Megan dug into her pocket and handed him a small piece of paper. On it was printed:

• TV remote
• salt and pepper shakers
• tooth brush and tooth paste
• one dress shoe

• bonus points, one lock of hair

“This is some sorority you are trying to get into kid. But all you got yourself is a big pile of trouble. I am taking you in now; you can call your parents from the station.”

“You can’t call my parents!’ Megan cried “They’ll kill me! Mother couldn’t possible stand the embarrassment and Daddy said I couldn’t go to Greece over spring break if I mess up one more time! Please you have to let me go!

“So that is the kind of discipline you have had all your life? And how did Daddy think you messed up before? Eat with the wrong fork at dinner?”

“Daddy’s all up in arm about my grades.”

“How bad are your grades?” Cal asked.

“I'm failing 3 of my 5 classes. But it wasn’t my fault – not that it is any of your business! But they were all at 8:00 AM and who can make it to class that early?”

Cal thought back to his college days, working two jobs in addition to carrying a full load. Working in the bar until 4:00 AM and never missing an 8:00 AM class.

“Look" Cal snapped, "I can’t listen to anymore of this crap! You are under arrest. This is a small county and we keep our court dockets up to date. Your trial will be within two weeks and our judges are very severe with college students gone wild. So don’t expect to make bail. Plan on spending the next 6 months in our county jail. Don’t worry” he told her as he saw the panic growing in her eyes “I run a good jail and no one will hurt you. But someone needs to teach you a lesson and my county work farm is the best place I know of.”

Cal let that bit of information sink in for a minute as he watched her tear stained face crumble in to disbelief.

“Or you have one other choice.”

Megan looked at him trying to stop her tears. “Please” she pleaded, “I’ll do anything! I don’t want to go to jail and I don’t want my parents to know. Give me another chance – please!”

“I don’t think you are going to like the alternative either.” Cal said in a firm voice.

“Oh please, anything is better than going to jail.”

“Okay we’ll see.” Cal paused for a minute then stated the second option. “Your complete contempt of the law, your total disregard for your own safety and your only real remorse in all this is that ‘Daddy will take away your trip to Greece’ tells me you are nothing but an extremely spoiled brat! What you need is someone to blister your butt and take control of you until you develop some self control!”

“Blister my butt? Are you saying you want to spank me? Are you crazy? I have never been spanked!”

“That” Cal observed “is painfully obvious. But that is the deal. I am going to whip your butt and in addition to that you will be working for me for the next six months. You won’t be joining any sorority, you won’t have any time. You will be cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry and scrubbing bathrooms – whatever I need.

Megan stared at him as if he were speaking Greek. “But I don’t know how to do any of that stuff” Megan whispered.

I had a feeling you didn’t, but it’s high time you were learning. And part of the time you will be studying because your grades are going to improve to B’s or better and if you miss so much as one class without my permission – I’ll wear you out again! Are you getting all this?”

Getting it, she thought he had to be kidding! But regardless she was prepared to agree to anything to keep from going to jail. Besides little kids got spanked so it couldn’t be all that bad. As for the maid service, well she would find some way out of that.

“I don’t want my parents to know anything and I don’t want to go to jail.”

“Alright then.” Cal took the cuff key and unlocked Megan’s hand. He sat on the bed and drew her to stand in front of him. “Megan, you need to take down you pants and panties.”

“What!!”

“Megan punishments are embarrassing and painful – that is the reason you avoid bad behavior, to avoid punishment. I need this to be memorable to set you straight. And I promise you will remember this night.”

Megan couldn’t hold his gaze and looked at the floor as she bared her bottom. Cal quickly guided her over his lap and positioned her at the proper angle.

Megan could not believe what was happening. Cal began spanking with his hand. It did sting but she realized it wasn’t anything she couldn’t take. Cal started talking to her “Tell me why you are getting this spanking Megan.”

”Because I wanted to join the sorority” she answered.

Zing! The next spank shot through her like fire. It HURT! What was he doing? “I don’t need any of you flippant answers young lady!” He was burning her up! She reached her hand around to protect her assaulted bottom but she quickly found her hand pinned to the small of her back. Cal lessened the tempo but was still spanking hard as he asked again “Why are you getting this spanking?”

“I broke into your house”, Megan gasped “I tried to steal from you!”

“That’s right” Cal agreed. “Did you know stealing was wrong?”

“Yes sir!” Even through the pain Megan wondered where the ‘sir’ had come from.

“Good” said Cal. “And now you are going to find out how I feel about stealing!” and he began spanking in earnest.

This was not what Megan had expected. She began howling and kicking her feet. Cal easily penned her legs with his. He paused moments later – he was well aware that this was her first spanking and he had no intention of over doing it, but she would remember.

“We are not quite done here young lady” Cal said as he stopped to rub her glowing bottom. “But I think you need a little break.” Cal helped her up and guided her to the corner. “I want you to stand here in the corner and think about the decisions that got you here tonight.”

Megan was thinking about the choices she had made. Never had joining a sorority seemed so meaningless. Why had she ever put herself in such a compromising position?

Cal stepped back into the room with the hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. Seeing Megan from across the room Cal realized what a beautiful sight she was in the corner. He knew her ass was on fire from the looks of things and the way she shifted her feet trying to find relief. She was still sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Megan” come back over here Cal ordered quietly. Megan came back to him. She realized she didn’t feel embarrassed but she was beginning to realize that she had really screwed up.

Megan saw the hair brush lying beside Cal. Her eyes got big as she began “No – please don’t…” Cal pulled her back across his lap. “But I’m sorry!” she wailed “I’ve learned my lesson, honest!

“Good” Cal said soothingly. “You have paid for breaking in and stealing. You have a clean slate on that but this hair brush is going to make you pay for putting yourself in such a dangerous position. Cal rubbed the smooth, cool brush against Megan’s scorched bottom. It felt great but Megan couldn’t help tensing for the first blow.

She didn’t have to wait long as pain exploded on her right cheek and then quickly on her left. She yelped and tried to slide off but Cal was having none of it and firmly pulled her back to him. He spanked hard with the brush. “I could have shot you tonight! Do you realize that? You would have been dead, you parents lives devastated and mine too. You will never, ever put yourself it danger like that again!”

“I won’t, I won’t!! Please stop! I’m so sorry! Stop!”

The hair brush paused as Cal ask "Are you sure you know how serious this was? Do you really realize you could be dead?"

"I do know, honest!

"Good" Cal answered "Now let's make sure you never forget." and with that Cal delivered the last 25 firm hard spanks. "Are you going to be able to remember, Megan?"

"I'll remember!! I will never do anything so dangerous again, I promise!! Please stop!"

Cal stopped and ran his hand gently over over her flaming red cheeks. “It’s alright, Megan, I know you won’t. It’s going to be alright.” She winced as the cooling lotion he was using touched her skin. The lotion felt good but she didn’t think there was enough lotion in the world to cool the heat she was feeling.

Cal set her to her feet and helped her arrange her clothes. Then he put his arms around her and held her as she sobbed. “Shhh…” he cooed to her “you’re alright now. It’s all over and everything’s okay. All those bad decisions, all the pain is behind you now.”

Megan couldn’t help grinning at his choice of words and as she looked at him she saw the twinkle in his eye and realized he had fully intended the pun. She felt comfortable in his arms, relaxed in a way she had never felt before.

“Thank you” Megan said quietly. “I know this evening could have gone horribly wrong. I could be in jail – or worse. I owe you a lot Cal.”

Cal was almost startled to hear his own name. So many friend and even family members simply called him ‘Sheriff’. He found himself strangely pleased that Megan had remembered his name and used it. He held her a little longer then became business-like. “What time is your first class in the morning?”

“Nine” she told him. “American history”

“And when are your classes over tomorrow?”

“I’m done at 2:30.”

“Alright, I am going to get you back to the dorm now. It’s after 3 and you need some sleep. You will not be late for your class tomorrow and don’t think I won’t check. I’ll pick you up at 3 tomorrow afternoon and I want you to have your class schedule with you. We'll work your chores around here in between your classes.

“That okay, my car is just on the next block.” Megan told him. “I’ll get myself home.”

“Owwwww…” Megan cried as Cal hand landed a hard swat on her extremely tinder seat.

“Young lady you are in my custody for the next six month and you will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Cal.” Megan answered meekly as he led her to his car. Each wondering, with a small smile, what the next six months might bring.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the next part of the story.

Still working on weight!

I haven’t given up on the weight loss. After all it was Nick’s willingness to help me with my weight loss that got him interested in trying out some real spanking in the first place. He has helped me stay pretty consistent. Yes I have to be the one to stay with it of course, but he sure has made it interesting! And since we began all this I have lost over 40 pounds!!

Week before last I lost 3.6 pounds which is much better than usual but his past week I had gained a pound back. Now I didn’t get spanked for that because our scales can be really screwy. It can tell me I weigh a pound and a half different with in a half hour even if I haven’t eaten a bite. In other words when I lose it is working – when I gain the scales are screwy!

But according to Nick if I don’t lose some this week the hair brush will make a reappearance. We have way too many fun toys for that unforgiving this to make a come back. If I get to change the middle number on the scales someday, I will share any tips I have used during this journey.

Nick's Day

In the past few years I think Nick would say we have been very, very happy. I know I have been! But I know he is happy to have gotten rid of his ‘lets just be roommates’ wife and instead had a passionate lover in her place. But let’s face it we are in our 50’s and we have been spanking for going on three years now so we can’t be expected to jump on each other every single time Mollie gives us a free afternoon.

My mind, my thoughts, my fantasies drive my sexual desire. When my mind is consumed with other things I don’t feel very sexy. So lately the libido has not been very strong. It is coming back a little however and I have been think that it was time for another ‘Nick Day’. The other day I sent my honey the following

Admits One
PK's House of Pleasure

You are invited to 'Our House' this Saturday morning anytime after 10:00 AM.
All activities are pre-planned but request are accepted. Dress optional.
RSVP

As you might have expected Nick was willing to take me up on my invitation. I am confident that he enjoyed himself thoroughly (he said it was a good thing he had a free pass because he could never have afforded it!) ! He began in silk boxers and a blindfold. His only requirement was to lay back and take it! Although I enjoyed myself very much – this was Nick’s day. I did everything I could think of to please my man, beginning with a full body massage and ending with a warm sponge bath. I will let you decide what I might have done in between!

Nick is such a quiet, strong presents in my life. We don’t have a DD marriage. At one time I thought I wanted one but I realize now that that is not for us. I think of us as having a ‘spanking relationship’. I would say that 90% of my spankings are just for fun or the erotic pleasure of it. Maybe 6 % is for stress relief or what I call mock discipline - things he may really wish I could work on improving but nothing he is really upset about. He just throws in a little discipline feel because he knows I like it. And then maybe 4 % is actually discipline in nature.

Nick may have been surprised at some of the things he recently found out, but he is just too easy going to be really shocked by anything. I did receive one discipline spanking in the past few weeks but I have to tell you that the reason he gave for this particular spanking really surprised me and made me feel more cared for and loved than ever. This one I have only shared with a few people but his caring was very special to me.

So for my Nick, PK’s House of Pleasure will always be opened. If any of you would be willing to share the special things you do for your guy (or guys if you would like to share what you would really like your lady to do) maybe I can tuck these ideas away for Nick’s next special day!

BTW, looking at these two pictures which do you think looks more like the 'real' me?? Yeah, I was afraid you would pick that one! LOL!

Fantasy Friday - Letter to my husband

Happy Friday everyone. I know some of you have had to weather some nasty storms this week. I hope this Fantasy will help to warm you up just a bit. You know this author and read her words often. She is one of our fellow bloggers so you will be able to go back and read even more of her work. So we made it, it's Friday and we have a story. What could be better! Enjoy...

Letter to my Husband

November 30, 2009

Dearest P,

I want you to spank me - send a note telling me how I should be at the office, in the meeting room, and in position by 4.00pm bent over the conference table ready, I mustn’t move. You won’t arrive at that time. Tell me what I must wear, that you've left clothes on the bed, the black luxury silk underwear and stockings you recently bought, the 3 inch high heels that you love me to parade in front of you, the earrings that you say are like my eyes, deep blue, the smart cashmere business suit with the tight fitting skirt that accentuates my bottom. Tell me I'm to bring the strap, the black leather one you made for me, and the red silk scarf, and place them on the table.

3.30 I'll pull my silk pants over my freshly showered bottom, I'll shiver with anticipation and excitement, stockings, heels, the suit, the earrings, perfume nothing too strong, nearly ready for you, god I'll feel sexy. The strap, I'll take it from your drawer and put it in my handbag along with the scarf.

3.45 I'll get in the car, only a short drive to the office.

4.00 I'll place the strap and the scarf on the table as instructed and be in position bent over the conference table ready waiting just waiting. I'll be still.

4.15 You won't have arrived. My body perspiring lightly, my heart beating so loud I will hear it. My black silk panties damp from the moisture between my legs, I’ll want so much to slip my hand down into my panties and feel my desire, stoke it, thinking of you, but still I will not move.

4.20 You won’t have arrived. I’d hear people in the street outside talking, laughing, doors shutting, dogs barking, a shiver runs through my body every time I hear footsteps approach, my palms sweaty from holding the table, my legs tired. I'll think you aren’t coming, my heart will be sad, upset, I will feel foolish, angry even.

Then you’ll come, I won't see you but I'll know it's you, your key in the door, your footsteps, I'll feel your presence behind me, you wont speak to me yet.

You'll touch my face, my hair, run your fingers down my back over the swell of my bottom, linger lightly there, I'll be shivering and trembling from your touch, my legs weak, I’ll hold the table tighter, I'll be moaning, Oh how I'll want your hand between my legs to take the ache away. But you won't take the ache away.

I’ll hear you pick something up and I know it’s the strap; you’ll put it in your pocket. You’ll take my hands and bind them lightly with the scarf, stretched out above my head; I know not to move them. You'll put your knee between my legs, move them a little further apart until they're just so. I'll let a low moan escape me, I can't help it, I want.

Your hand circles my bottom, I’ll want to turn around but I won’t. Your hands then shimmy my skirt up to my hips, pull my panties aside and I feel your fingers teasing, probing, exploring, my wetness. I’ll want to feel you inside me so so very much. I'll move my bottom to meet your hand to get every inch of contact with you. You swat me; I know I'm to keep keep still.
You still won't speak.

Your hands raise my skirt fully up to my waist, which you hold firmly with your left hand, I know what that means. I feel your right hand caressing the fleshy mounds of my bottom through the flimsy silk of my pants, trailing lightly between the cheeks briefly touching the flesh where cheek meets thigh, and then your hand is raised and there's a whoosh of air as it crashes down hard against my right cheek, followed swiftly by the left, you repeat, build a steady cadence, it stings, makes me gasp. I clench involuntarily as the blows land but quickly relax again to plump out my flesh, make it attractive to you, to do with as you will. You'll notice these things.

When my little mms and ahhs start to become longer lower moans you'll stop. My bottom flesh is alive. All my senses are alert, I'm receptive to the slightest touch, a wisp of air as you move position, your thumbs as they smoothly hook the waistband of my panties, draw them slowly over my hips, my reddened cheeks, to rest at the tops of my stockings. I want to touch myself, I can't my wrists are tied, I wiggle my heated bottom, I'm trying to feel the table against my pussy, I can't, I moan and wiggle harder, I think it must look very lewd my red bottom framed by my stocking tops and suspender, writhing with such obvious intent. You must have noticed, you have to notice, you know me you know what I need.

You’ll say nothing, I hear movement. I’ll feel cool leather brush lightly against my greedy flesh, I’ll let out a whimper and push my bottom towards it, I'm unashamedly pleading, please touch me there right where my wetness glistens for you, please. You can see my arousal, you let the leather slide between my cheeks, touch me so briefly, I feel a trickle of moisture and try to clench the strap between my legs but it's withdrawn and my cheeks are left clenching air. You tell me I'm being lascivious, rude, greedy, impatient, that girls like me need firm discipline to keep their emotions in check. You make me answer in agreement, my voice is distorted with lust and I raise my buttocks as far as I can to please you.

I feel your left hand steady me, I let out another whimper, feel you raise your arm and then the strap comes thrashing down against my bottom with an ear splitting thwack, it connects with both cheeks, the leather is thick and supple, it curls a little but you'll adjust for that. I cry out, it's genuine, it hurts. You know it and bring the leather down again without giving me time to absorb the sting, aiming a little higher and shortening your stroke to cut the curl. You take it quickly to a dozen strokes I'm wriggling like an eel on the end of a line, I can't dissipate the pain, I can't imagine what my bottom looks like all I'm saying is please.... pleading.

Don't stop. Don't let me off the hook. I've been a naughty girl I need to be punished thoroughly until all those wanton feelings are subdued. Pause just a second, firm up your hold on me, tell me it's too late for pleading, raise the strap again bring it down harder than before, my bottom's hotter now it can take more, don't feel for me, a dozen more, two dozen if necessary until my wiggling has stopped and you can hear my sobbing.

Stop. Untie my wrists, help me up I'll be bit unsteady, and take me in your arms and tell me how much you love me. Don't fuss me too much don't regret what you've done.

Tell me to go straighten up in the washroom now and then go home. You'll be a couple of hours yet, you'll see me later.

I’ll go, I’ll probably have a spring in my step as I walk to the car, and no doubt I’ll smile to anyone I pass in the street, they'll probably think I’m mad, I'll prepare something nice for dinner, your favorite and open a bottle of wine.

Love.
Ronnie
xx

~~~oo0oo~~~

Thank you Ronnie! What a hot letter! I sure hope that when your husband reads this that it can become a reality! If any of you are not familiar with Ronnie's work you need to check out her blog, Heart and Soul ! Please leave her a comment and let her know what you think of her story, then pop over to her site to read even more.


I have a few more Fantasy Friday stories lined up but I can always use more. If any of you are writing and are willing to share with us that would be great. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thanks again Ronnie!!! The story was great!

This and that

Anyone else got a teenage daughter out there? At what age do they decide that they can take on the job of dressing their mother? I guess I started it. Often I will call her as I’m dressing to say “Does this look alright together?” Once in a while Nick and I will accidentally put on something that almost matches. In horror she demands one of us change. We have threatened to get matching outfits and come together to pick her up at school one day. But I guess we will hold off on that until she does something really awful.

Mollie and I went shopping the other day and suddenly she seems much more interested in picking out my clothes. She talked me into several things that I wouldn’t normally have gotten. They were fine but not the color I would have gotten (she says I have too much blue). And she insisted on a jacket that did look nice but was not completely comfortable. When I told her that she got an exasperated look on her face and stated firmly “Mom, it’s not about comfort it’s about how it looks!” Geeze, it seems like I just out grew that notion myself and now my personal shopper comes along! Anyway I wore my new outfit today and more people complemented me on it than anything else I’ve worn this year. Maybe she knows what she's talking about.

My wonderful son, you know the one getting his BS degree, has not been too communicative lately. I did hear from him on inauguration day. He called that afternoon so exited! I answered his special ring to hear him say “Happy America, Mom!” But since then I hadn’t heard from him. I called a couple of time but he hadn’t gotten back to me. Now if I am paying for the college, and the computer and the cell phone I don’t think a short “Hi Mom, I’m alive,” is too much to ask. So after leaving several messages with no response I called Collin. I knew he had talked to him. I was assured that LJ was fine and extra busy and that he would call soon.

He ended up calling while I was at the gym and left the following message. “Hi Mom, haven’t heard from you in a while. You really ought to check in a little more often. Would it be too much trouble to text or email me letting me know you are alright? I called Collin to see if he had heard from you and he tells me you are fine. How about giving me a call when you get this.” Yep, well on his way to that BS degree!


And on another note. I had an anonymous comment the other day that has me thinking. This was it –

As for Cassie's Space, it is your property and therefore your decision, but if it you feel it is okay to reopen it, I hope you will reconsider your decision to take it private. I'm sure that you can understand that that move excludes anyone who feels nervous about sending their email address to anyone over the internet. The events that have unfolded recently including this one would have left many feeling that way. If they are willing to give Cassie's Space another try out of understanding for you, are you unwilling to understand their feelings right now as well?


This was one of the things that bothered me a lot. I never wanted anyone excluded. I mean, I am honored that people still want to read what I write. And if they are willing to read I want them to be able to. I also remember being worried in the beginning that things might not being as anonymous as we would sometimes like. Nick was also in favor of opening the blog up to anyone that might want to stumble by, as long as the fact that it is fiction is clearly stated. So… I am reconsidering. I will probably open it back up fairly soon. Give me a little time. You will have to check back – there won’t be any fanfare about it. Thank you to everyone who has asked to come read and I thank this anonymous commenter encouraged me to open Cassie back up.

A southern blizzard

Some of my blogger friends have mentioned lately that they are not thrilled with their weather. They seem to fuss a lot about the snow. Well I just wanted them to know that I feel their pain. We had a snow storm here last week. It was pretty major - schools closed - I am talking intense!! At my house the driveway was nearly covered!!! The following was a article in a local paper. So read on to see the harrowing tales of a southern blizzard...


It was a day of history, one that elders who survived it will share with a generation yet unborn. And as the memories unfurl, no eyes will blink.

It will be the story of how we endured the Great Obama Blizzard.

Braced for the vicious onslaught, the city was widely provisioned with milk and bread. But on the eve of the great storm, things turned more perilous, indeed. A crippling 1 to 3 inches had been predicted, but bulletins through the night revised the impact. Possibly 4 inches, possibly 5. One forecaster went to a catastrophic 5 1/2.

Word flashed through the community of immigrants from Buffalo, N.Y., a group hardened to the perils of precipitation. Some decided to close their bedroom windows this awful night. Others chose to actually sleep under the sheets. Their precautions paid off. All survived.

In the predawn, stars vanished from view as the storm bore down. Then it came – one flurry, then two. In a few minutes, fell a third. Conditions were deteriorating fast.

The school system ordered its great fleet of buses grounded. Who could find fault: Flake 4 had been detected in the outlands. Now, the dire prophecies were coming true.

By dawn, TV weather centers at Defcon One were sounding the gong. Glompler Whompler radars scanned the sullen skies. Technicolor blobs bore down on the Piedmont.

With whole thimblefuls of snow now pummeling the region, TV anchors issued stern warnings: Do not venture out. Remain home. Lie down in a ditch – oops, wrong disaster.

Cackled the Buffalonians: “Is it snow or radiation?” But it wasn't funny. By now hundreds, maybe thousands of flurries gripped the metropolis. Great spires of uptown groaned under ounce after ounce of accumulating snow.

Now, with dawn's light intensifying, at least one TV reporter, risking his life in the field so you wouldn't have to, demonstrated the magnitude of the calamity.

He stuck a yardstick in the ground. Two inches! Two inches! Then he stuck it even harder. Maybe three! Only the tips of grass peeked up from the disastrous depths of the white blanket.

Truckers, not in touch with local TV stations, were apparently caught unawares. They plied the interstates, spraying up mists of deadly slush, leaving other motorists in a dangerous quandary – should they release their death grip from the wheel to turn on their wipers, or use the hand holding the cell phone?


In the suburbs, where it was 31 degrees but felt like 30, mothers who had foolishly allowed children into the apocalypse launched desperate rescue missions. To no avail. The missing mitten was not found.

Finally, at noon, salvation arrived. Out came the sun, and inch by brightening inch began to melt the feathery invaders. Flakes turned to water and trickled into storm drains.

The city was saved. And a new post-blizzard era began, one warm with hope and believing in miracles.

Mark Washburn

~~~oo0oo~~~

See, winter is tough all over!! Now let's not have anymore whining from those up north!!

More talk and Fantasy Friday

NOTE : I have decided to keep Cassie's Space private but I am willing to invite anyone that is interested. If you would like to read the site just send me an email to elisspeaks@yahoo.com If you enjoyed the stories or are just curious you will be welcomed. I removed everyone that was invited before you knew the truth. If you want back in please just let me know.

Fantasy Friday follows but I guess I need to say something. I’m not sure what. I am so sorry for everything that has happened, for everything I have done. If I wasn’t clear enough in my other two posts, let me be clear now. What I did was dead wrong. Lying is always wrong. I knew lying was wrong before I did it but I did it anyway. I am sorry I did it, not just sorry it all had to come out, but sorry I did it. I am sorry that I hurt people. I don’t know what else I can do or say.

I have wanted to answer some comments out here but things have gotten so ugly that anyone that dares speak in my defense in any way runs the risk of being impaled with a barrage of hurtful words. I truly appreciate each of you that have left a kind commented, called or emailed. But I have no desire for my friends to put themselves in the line of fire out here. After all they didn’t do anything wrong. I hate to see them spoken to unkindly just for showing their support.

While what I did was wrong I won’t take credit for every problem in blogland. When I first found Bonnie and the spanko world initially I was hooked quickly and completely. Addiction was not too strong a word. I spent hours and hours devouring everything Bonnie wrote. I took time away from my family and other things I needed to be doing. But I’m an adult and that was my choice, I can’t blame Bonnie. I am taking time now when I could or should be doing other things. Many here are choosing at this time to spend a large amount of time commenting instead of spending time with family. Each person makes their own choices of how their time is best spent.

I want to correct one misconception that was out here somewhere today. Tiggr did set up Cassie’s original white blog and was kind enough to find the beautiful original avatar. As the person she helped at that time, I thank her. But the beautiful, one of a kind, incredibly unique template that has been the face of Cassie’s Space for the last year was done by none other that the fantastic CeeCi. I still think it is the most beautiful one she has ever done. And I thank her.

I do not know what to do about Cassie’s Space. Many have said they would be offended by its return, while others have asked for its return as an acknowledged fiction blog. I don’t know what is right but I will decide soon.

If I take blogs off my blogroll it is not out of anger or because I think they are not good sites but out of respect for their wish not to be associated with my site. And that is understandable.

Forgiveness? That has been mentioned. I have said I was wrong and that I am sorry. I have to decide if I am going to forgive myself. I do know that forgiveness does more for the one doing the forgiving than for the one forgiven. I hope everyone out here does what they need to do to feel better.

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And one last apology. To the wonderful author of this great Fantasy Friday story. So very sorry for you to get caught in poor timing of when you story went up. You have done an excellent job! And the story is great. So everyone here is the test of this weeks Fantasy Friday. Take a deep breathe! And for just a few minutes lets all enjoy this spanking story together. And for those who may comment on what I said don’t forget to give your thanks to our new author.

ON JULIE’S BEACH WITH A PADDLE - part two

John proceeded to painstakingly hop around to the driver’s side. I threw myself over the top of the gear box knowing I couldn’t even stand outside the car because, for the first time in my life I was afraid of John and he was totally justified. I had almost hurt us by not paying attention to polite local driving customs. I was speeding through the intersection full of myself while I berated an injured John in the process. The last thing that came out of my mouth was ‘so fuckin’ get over it’. I wanted to die. Driving his own car while his left knee was visibly swelling; he grimaced in unrelenting pain. I wanted to cry but didn’t dare.

John’s cell rang. It was Sharon and I could hear the kids in the car. They sounded so happy. That was light years from where John and I sat in our funeral procession drive home. That is what it felt like and coincidentally Sharon shouted through the phone as if our car were as noisy on the inside as hers,

“Where’s the funeral, we just passed you two headed north on the strip and you didn’t see us waving like mad out our windows. Davey proposed that you had kidnapped his mom for cash but that Dave refused pay the ransom, so you were both stuck! Just kidding Julie! If you can hear me, sorry honey! Davey is definitely crackin’ us up today!” She laughed so lightheartedly.


Oh God, if she had only known that John would find little financial value in me at this point in time. My heart felt like it was racing and had just stopped all at once, as I realized I had to face Dave and then Sharon. But most painful would be facing Dave. I felt like a prisoner, John the Jail guard, judge and jury. I was fucked. The sad thing was all I wanted to do was be alone somewhere to kick my own ass. I kept saying to myself ‘what was I thinking?’ but then my monster ego came loping into yelling “you weren’t stupid bitch”. And then as I looked at John holding the cell phone (I managed to get my downcast eyes up that high) I knew I’d pay big time. This was the day that John would be guiding my marriage into the future.

“Hey Shar? I want you to take the kids out for lunch and a movie, if you don’t mind. I have some serious shit to discuss with Dave about Julie. Nothing I haven’t said before, but this time she’s her own prosecutor. Its part of the reason we looked like death warmed over when you passed us.” A long fifteen seconds passed.

“No, I won’t go into it now. Just keep the kids occupied for the better part of the day. I think we will need to have John’s kids over for a campfire tonight. Hopefully at the end of the evening Julie will be settled into their new direction.” A long pause occurred.


“All right, I gotta go, love you babe. Ya, I’ll tell her, only it will be later, much later.” He hung up and his caste iron eyes felt too heavy, like my heart couldn’t support the weight of their glare. John pulled the car down the street the ocean glare was magnificent. There were surfers and bikinis and pick ups everywhere. Everybody was drinking something cold and happy to be on the beach and ith each other.

“Julie!” I jumped at my name when we pulled into the driveway of our beach house. Dave looked toward us with a big smile and motioned toward the cooler.

“Stay in the car!” John hissed out through his lips.

I had never seen him like this. He spoke through gritted teeth. How dramatic was that? I asked myself rhetorically, trying to find fault with his behavior. I stayed in the car staring at the pack of cigarettes I had just bought. I was already in so much trouble; I didn’t think it possible to make things worse by smoking in the Vantage. Besides if I smoked a cigarette maybe I could fight off that sickening feeling that I was five years old. I grabbed the pack and carefully unwrapped the cellophane.


John backed up a few steps stared me down and said “If you even think of lighting up in my car, I’ll beat your ass first. Understood?”


He waited until I shook my head in total fear and agreement. The day seemed to be moving through fucking molasses. A few minutes had passed. I looked down at the beach now where I could see Dave’s incredibly angry body language. John had one hand in his pocket as if two hands would over dramatize the situation. He used the other one in choppy angry slashes through the air. Dave just kept shakin’ his head. Every once in a while he’d look up at me in the car with a wild look I couldn’t make out from the distance I sat. But I knew I’d never seen that look from him before. I knew in my frightened heart that that wasn’t the only thing to be delivered to me that day.

I couldn’t even bare to think about what they were saying. I had suspected what John and Shar’s married life entailed regarding how they resolved issues. I felt like they were living in the 17th century and with my personality, I wanted no part of any of it. My prayers were that Dave would elevate himself above John’s sense of fuckin’ cowboy justice. I was pissed and scared. And I realized after nervously downing my energy drink that I really had to pee. I also knew I had to pee whenever I got very nervous. How was I supposed to sit in the car all morning? But I didn’t dare get out.

I put the cigarette in my mouth and moved the car into gangster lean position. I had to calm myself down. Fuck it I’d just take a nap, they’d been on the beach for five minutes. I figured the longer Dave took to shove aside John’s ideas, the better. I was lucky so far that Dave hadn’t ripped me out of the car and tried to spank me right there in the driveway in front of John and the surfers. I needed to shake off that possibility so I closed my eyes tight and focused on breathing.


Dave stood up after sitting on the cooler. He and John shook hands. Then John slapped him on the back. What could that possibly mean? I watched Dave walk forcefully and purposely toward the car. With each step Dave seemed to loom larger and I felt myself becoming tinier. I had never seen his expression before and panic set in. Would he break our engagement? Had I fucked things up irretrievably? I wasn’t prepared to pay that kind of price for my actions. I was hoping that he would see how remorseful I was. And maybe, just a little his face would soften as he approached me. My legs began to shake as he touched the door handle. I assumed his voice would sound angry, but it was gentle as he opened the passenger door for me.


“Don’t speak,” he said too calmly.


Now I started to shake all over. He didn’t need to say one word. He was one of those rare guys whose actions were other men’s words. And now it became too obvious to me what was coming next as John pulled up in the Advantage intercepting us before we got inside. John handed Dave a fucking paddle! I felt nauseous and wanted to bolt. I just kept looking down as Dave bid me to enter the beach house by opening the screen door. It was much cooler with the air conditioning and now I couldn’t hide my shaking. I could feel Dave boring holes in the back of my head but assumed he was also focusing on where he’d use John’s paddle. He took my left wrist and guided me upstairs. His grip made me feel guilty as hell. As he came up behind me on the stairs, he gently took my right wrist and then positioned both my wrists at the small of my back. I felt like I needed an orange jump suit based on my perceived control over my life the next few hours.

Once in the bedroom, He laid me over the bed. My shorts exposed way too much in this position. My fiancé appeared very natural while I was lost in my predicament. I didn’t know what to do with myself. In my stubborn mind I wasn’t resigned to submission. I had spent my whole life resisting the concept. Even though Dave was quietly in control of our relationship on a deep level, it usually didn’t come to the surface very often.


For some weird reason, I flashed forward to our upcoming wedding. I certainly had bridezilla potential and could see us tux, veil and paddle holding up the ceremony while Dave delivered a groom’s justice. Years after that I could picture Dave putting in a movie for our kids while he took their mommy upstairs so that she would be reminded that recording atm withdrawals in not optional when saving money is of the essence. As if Dave was inside my head sharing my visuals I heard him say,


“Julie I’ve known you your whole life and you make total sense of what I’m about to do.” I began to breathe fast, no make that pant and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I needed him to talk me through this, to help me understand how a grown woman could be face down on her vacation, a month before her wedding, awaiting what had to be a painful spanking. But I was realistic and knew I just wanted to delay what I was about to feel, as I watched him raise the paddle well above his head. He felt like a wall crashing on top of me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the incredible sting that resonated on my ass. I tried to escape from the bed based on shear instinct but Dave’s arm destroyed all hopes of my escape. Minimally I wanted my hands to protect me against the incoming blows. But I couldn’t move myself, not at all. Way to quickly the next ones came. The paddle was so fucking long both cheeks felt seared to my shorts. Fucking John, fucking Dave. I was furious now and began to try to move. I was going no where. I had no option. I had so somehow endure the incredible pain. I tried to talk my way out before the fifth strike came.


“Dave, please, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again,” I ran it all together so fast and then wished I had more to say, thinking foolishly what I had to say would change his mind. I was so pissed and scared. Responding to my disobedience he landed a blow that made the others seem amateurish (and they weren’t)! I shrieked so forcefully the sound upset me. I was so physically jolted by that swat I vowed not to say another word. The cumulative effect was becoming very clear to me now.


“I told you Julie, NOT to speak!” He was too calm except for the word ‘not’. This was a first for me. I was always so competitive with Dave and others. I believed I would always come out on top. Humility was sorely lacking in my life. It was kind of like a light switch went on, or maybe it turned off; I’m not sure. I became less angry and more resigned to what I knew I had had coming to me for a very, very long time. As I began to cry I felt such a rush of relief. Everything was so slowed down and simple, despite the fact that my ass was a fireball. I had always been so manipulative with my behavior. And while I knew I’d think twice about it the next time after this lesson; more importantly I knew Dave would help me to be accountable to myself. The sense of knowing I’d no longer be allowed to grow in a wrong direction also made me cry. Then I began to sob and almost choke. After about twenty hard smacks with the paddle, Dave stopped, glanced peacefully at the paddle then said.


“This will be our first wedding present to each other.” We could feel the change in me. For the first time in my life I was finally submissive and stopped fighting against the paddle, against Dave, against my better judgment. I felt relieved and yet sad for all the years of acting so immaturely.

He let go of my wrists and set the paddle down on the bed at the same time. He turned me around and sat me down on his lap. You would’ve thought with the flow of his movements, we had done this a thousand times before. While I was amazed at this unrehearsed yet synchronized ballet, I was more amazed at how much it hurt to sit. I could feel his thighs; they were too hard beneath me. I felt like a fireplace radiating heat. My hair remained in front of my face. I wanted no eye contact. I felt so embarrassed that I had caused him to be this way with me. He pushed my hair away from cheeks and wiped the tears with his thumbs. He waited until my eyes met his. He waited a few seconds – it killed me. He leaned in to kiss me as if I’d never been kissed before. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. He seemed a bit tired based on the depth of his sigh. But as always it was challenging to know what he was thinking. But I knew he loved me enough to do what was right for me. As he began to kiss me more firmly I was surprised to find how much I wanted him.

We made love. Each time I moved a bit, I could feel the reminders of his welcomed power over me. And although it was different for us, John told me exactly what to do as we made love. (Usually I would be hopping all over the bed.) Then we napped. Later that night Dave insisted I “face the crowd” and of course I needed to apologize to John and Sharon. John put on Queen’s “Another one bites the dust.” I was demurely sitting next to Dave. Being quiet had never felt so good or safe. Taunting, John whispered in my ear,


“I played this for you!” Waiting maybe thirty seconds I leaned back into Dave’s shoulder listening to the waves roll back out to sea and watching the logs burn down. I said to Dave very quietly, “I want you to know I resisted calling John an asshole. Aren’t you proud of me?” He just chuckled and shook his head. While firmly patting my very sore behind, he said rhetorically, “Julie… how are we going to get you through this wedding?”

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Our author this week was KayLynn. She is in her late 40’s and lives in PA. KayLynn has been married for 30 years but they have only been spanking for around 18 months. She is the proud mother of 4, some of whom may be figuring out mom and dad’s secret! LOL! KayLynn’s words sums it up best “I'm the spanko but he's the classic stoic alpha male and hasn't had trouble adapting. We've never been happier and we've always been very happy.”


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