I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, January 22, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival- The Foul Mood

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday – remember FF has an open all inclusive invitation. Anyone and everyone is invited to try writing a story for Fantasy Friday. Keep that in mind as you read. Today’s story comes from Carye. She and her husband, Papa Shrek were regulars here back in the day. I tried to get her to blog back then. I mean she only had a husband and four kids to care for, why couldn’t she blog in her spare time? But she did come through with some good stories. I hope you enjoy…

The Foul Mood


Jamie came in the door, slammed down her brief case, and threw her keys on the counter.

"Bad day, Honey?" Brad asked as he kissed her.

"It was awful. Everything that could go wrong did. I was the lucky person who got to tell the clients also. I wish we didn't have company coming tonight," she responded.

"Yes, but we've both been looking forward to the BCS Championship game for a while now. All our friends are coming soon. I wish we had time for some stress relief but we have to get ready now. I'll help get all the snacks ready, you go change."

"Ok. I wish we had time too. I hate being in such a foul mood! Oh well, maybe the game will help. Thanks for helping out,” she responded dully.

Jamie headed upstairs, with a head full of work thoughts, if only they weren't coming she knew Brad could help her feel better. Stupid Game, she thought.

Soon their friends began to arrive, and they greeted them and started the pre-game celebrations. During the pre-game, despite trying to be cheerful, several of her friends began asking what had her in a bad mood. She just said she didn't want to talk about it.

Brad pulled her aside. "Honey, our guests are thinking we're fighting or something. Try to just say something like work was bad, and trust me; I've got things taken care of ok? I'll take care of you, I have a plan."

"You do?" She couldn't believe her ears. How could she possibly get a stress buster spanking with all the guests here? She trusted him though, and tried to relax and be more pleasant while her mind reeled trying to figure out what he had in mind.

Soon the game began. Once all were getting involved, Brad went out to the kitchen to get some more chips. "Honey? I can't seem to find the big yellow bowl anywhere," he called.

"It’s in the cabinet. I saw it there yesterday. RIGHT WHERE IT NORMALLY IS," she yelled back suddenly more irritated than ever.

"Nope it isn't, come help me find it."

"Oh whatever," She sighed under her breath and stomped to the kitchen to help.

She searched the cabinet and said, "I know it was there I saw it today!" Getting more irate. But it wasn't there. "I don't have a clue, use another one."

"Oh wait," Brad said, "I think I used it out in the garage when I was working tonight"

"What the F…"

"Come help me find it" Brad said as he grabbed her arm. Suddenly she knew, he planned this all along.

"Brad, the garage is only two rooms away, not now!"

"Yes, now, come on. They're involved; I figure we have about 10 minutes or so.

She followed, intrigued. As they entered the garage, she saw his quilted tarp stretched out over the hood of the car, and his bag from the health club next to it. She smiled, and butterflies started jumping in her stomach.

"Now, young lady, lean over that hood. Here is a pillow so you don't make any noise… or at least it is muffled. Leave your pants on for the moment." He grinned.

She looked at him questioningly but said, "Yes, sir".

He brought out of his gym bag and grabbed their fur lined paddle out. "Interesting things you've brought to the gym!" she commented.

Laughing, he swatted her with the paddle for the first time. She sucked in; the sweats she chose didn't offer much protection.


"Into the pillow please, we're just starting!" With that he began in earnest. Soon she was feeling the thud very deeply all over her sweet spots. She was wiggling and trying hard not to make noise. Just as she thought she couldn't stand it, he stopped, and began to rub.

"Starting to feel a little better?"

"MMM, yes, much better." She began to stand up.

"Oh but we're not done here yet. Please drop those pants and panties please."

"What? Out here? It will make too much noise!"

"I told you to trust me," he replied as he pulled out the loopy, and swished it in the air. "Silent but deadly," he whispered.

"But I’m not with that!" She replied with wide eyes.

"Well, you didn't think that pillow was for the little paddling you just got did you? Now, if you please…"

Resigned, she bared herself, and leaned back over the hood making sure the pillow was where she could easily use it to yell and cry into. Wasting no time, Brad laid into her.

Soon she was turning from a light red to dark red stripes. She tried to keep still but found it hard. "Ahhh," she cried into the pillow, and tried to not kick her legs or move around too much. Soon, tears were flowing freely and she submitted to the pain.

"I'd say just a few more and we'll have that stress gone for the night!" Brad smiled.

Dropping the loopy into the gym bag and zipping it up, he leaned up against her and rubbed quieting the pain. Soon, heat was building in her and she was moaning for more. Brad began using his fingers and quickly she found she was crying out from pleasure.

He let her calm down, and helped pull up her pants. "Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes, but now I just want to be with you!"

"Ah, then you can sit with me or on me during the game! Let's go before they wonder where we are!"

"Don't forget the yellow bowl, Brad," she grinned. "And by the way, you are in SO much trouble when the guests leave!"

Smiling, Brad threw the gym bag into the car, grabbed the yellow bowl and headed in. Yep, this was going to be a great night.


Carye, I know you're still out there and I see you occasionally on FB. But I'd love to heard from you any time. Thank you so much for this story. If anyone want to share a story with us you can send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

A true mixed bag

I usually have something rolling around in my head that I want to write about. Stuff that may only be interesting to me, but I guess that’s what blogging’s all about. Right now my head is too full. Today’s post is a true mixed bag. Don’t expect complete clarity.

This blog is my outlet to the world. I’m not going to work and talking with co-workers. I’m not going to lunch with friends. I’m not standing around after church visiting. We aren’t even having the Sunday family dinners we’ve had since before Nick and I got married. Without this blog I’m pretty isolated.

I want to talk about Covid and what it’s done to the country. I want to talk about the vaccine (Nick has an appointment for one. Unfortunately, he married a child bride, so I don’t.) I want to talk about domestic terrorism, the dangers of FOX news and the like, the inauguration, how family relations can be repaired after the past four years and in the years to come. And even though these are topics I really need to talk about at times, I stay away from them here for the most part.


I also want to discuss spanking in all it’s forms. I like to delve into the needs and desires of it all. When did you first realize that this is part of you. I want to know why most of us took years to bring it up to our significant other. I want to know how you finally did bring it up. What was the reaction? What was the results? Are you glad you finally came out of the closet?


Although we don’t indulge like we used to, spanking is still a burning interest in my mind. It takes two forms. First are my stories and books – I listen to all that is going on at The Landing and I find great joy there. But stepping back into real life I’ll never stop wondering about who, when, why, where and how. I love hearing from anyone and everyone on the topic. It’s especially fun to talk to people just before or just after they have come out to the one they love. 


I sure as hell have no magic answers for their questions – but I’m good at listening to their question and often I know which ones to ask to help them think. And, yes, yes, as some have pointed out – I may come up with an opinion or two that, with minimal arm twisting, I’d be willing to share. LOL!


As for today, I’m praying for a peaceful transfer of power just as we’ve had for the past two hundred twenty-four years, since John Adams took over from Washington. The founding fathers began I good little experiment into democracy. I hope we don’t blow it now.

Saturday, January 16, 2021

Fantasy Friday - Convincing Ali, part two

As promised here is part two of this weeks Fantasy Friday, click here for the first part of the story.

Convincing Ali

part two 

By the time Bill’s birthday came the next week Ali was a basket case! She had read enough blogs by this time to know that many women said that the anticipation was worse than the spanking – she hoped so!

Dressing that night was tough. Looking through her drawer for lead-lined panties had been fruitless and it didn’t sound like she was going to be able to keep them on anyway. She settled for a matching set of bra and panties, lavender and lacy. Perhaps they would be a distraction and at least speed things on to the part of the evening that she looked forward to more than the spanking. 

Ali turned to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Who was she trying to kid. She was probably as excited about the spanking as Bill was now. Yes, she was scared but now she had to see what it was really like. Next was trying to decide on panty hose, a garter belt and stockings or bare leg and sandals. ‘Great’ she grumbled to herself, ‘I haven’t found that post that gives the proper way to dress for a first spanking!’ 

As nervous as she was, opening the door and seeing Bill calmed her. His kiss, his touch, his taste and smell – everything about him had come to mean love and security to her. The wolf whistle and the admiration in his eyes gave her a small thrill too. 

“Good Grief, Ali, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you through dinner?” His hand gently massaged her ass as he whispered in her ear “I’m very excited about my gift”. 

Ali tried to swallow a gasp at the flow of wetness between her legs at his touch. She had been this way for days. She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal, but she didn’t want Bill to think that the idea of a spanking was causing this. Okay, she had agreed to one spanking, but if he thought it was affecting her like this there was no telling where it might end. 

They had gone to her favorite restaurant and she was sure the meal had been wonderful. But as they arrived back at Bill’s apartment Ali realized she has no idea what she had eaten or what they’d talked about during dinner. 
     Bill didn’t have any doubt where Ali’s mind was as they ate. With a light kiss and a hug Bill took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The first thing she spotted was an armless chair and an ottoman sitting beside it. Bill looked at Ali and laughed. “Honey, this isn’t an execution, it’s a birthday spanking! You don’t need to look so scared. What are you thinking right now?” 

“I was thinking that I should be dating an eighteen-year-old instead of someone thirty-eight!” Bill laughed and gave her another hug. “Don’t forget the one to grow on now! And don’t think the warm up counts either!” 

“Warm up? But… wait, you didn’t say…” Ali began sputtering. Bill raised his eyebrows and she quieted. 

“I’m in charge now honey and you've read enough to know that every good spanking begins with a warm up.” Without further discussion Bill took the chair and guided Ali over his lap.

Embarrassment was the first emotion for Ali. She was physically comfortable enough with her upper body on the low ottoman but over his knee, truly bottoms up just seemed to be such a submissive position. 

“Honey,” Bill began as he started rubbing, I have wanted to spank this beautiful ass since the first moment I saw you. And with that he began a firm but not hard spanking over her loose flowing skirt. He’s not going to spank hard, Ali convinced herself, just before he increased the tempo. It didn’t hurt but he did have her attention and her attention increased dramatically as he flipped up her skirt. 

“So beautiful” he murmured as he began rubbing. Ali was in such a state already that she blushed and could only hope he did not yet realized how wet she was. Suddenly the warm up took on a different intensity in both speed and firmness. This was really starting to sting as Ali began wiggling a little. “So you’re starting to feel it are you?” She could hear the grin in his voice. 

“Yes,” she answered, “Are you sure this is a warm up?” 

“Yes honey, I’m sure. You’ll know when I start spanking for real. For one thing a real spanking is not done with panties on. The stinging warm up lasted several more minutes and was intermingled with rubbing and squeezing. When Bill finally slipped his hand between skin and panties Ali instinctively clamped her legs together. 

“You don’t want me to pull your panties down? Alright, maybe it would be better if you did it for me.” 

Ali only had time to think “NO” before she found herself on her feet. Bill sat back with his arms crossed and looked pleased with himself. “Everything Ali, take off everything, I want to see all of you.”

Ali had undressed in front of Bill dozens of times but never like this. She didn’t even try to identify her feelings. Looking down she quickly stripped down to bra and panties. “Wait” Bill commanded. “Look at me Ali, now keep going.” With some difficulty Ali looked directly into his eyes as she removed her bra and finally her panties. Bill reached for her and again pulled her across his lap. 

The first ten birthday spanks alternated on her bouncing cheeks and were noticeably harder than the warm up. Bill rubbed lightly as he asked, “What do you think honey, can a spanking be arousing?” 

Ali couldn’t make herself admit everything she was feeling. “No,” she almost whispered “spanking doesn’t excite me sexually.” She jumped as Bill’s finger ran over her swollen, dripping clit. 

“Ali, don’t you know bad girls can be spanked for lying?” 

“No, wait…” Ali started. 

But Bill laughed and said, “It’s alright honey, I lied too.” He said fingering her more vigorously, “I’m not really thirty-eight, I’m really eighty-three. But don’t worry you are holding up beautifully.” 

The next ten caught Ali in mid-giggle and made her gasp. This was really stinging! Bill concentrated the next ten at the top of her thighs. 

“Ow! Stop” Ali gasped “Hey that hurts!” 

“I must be doing something right. This is a spanking you know. You can do it honey – nine more to go including the one to grow on.” The last nine were right on the ‘sit spot’ and would be a reminder that she had really been spanked. 

“OWWWW, OWWWW!!!” came Ali’s gusty yells. Tears stung in her eyes but she wasn’t really crying. It was over! She had survived and now only had to cope with what she was feeling. Nearly all these sensations had surprised her. But none more than her growing need. 

Bill pulled Ali up into his lap as she caught her breath. “You okay?” he asked. Ali nodded into his neck. Bill placed her on her stomach and quickly discarded his clothes. Ali squirmed as he rubbed her ass with cooling lotion, it felt good but she was tender. Her other feelings were surprising her with their intensity. 

“Please,” she whispered “I need you inside me.” Bill straddled his lover as his eyes swept over the beautiful sight before him. This amazing women was his, this wonderful ass, turned a beautiful shade of red by his hand, was his. All of her was his… 

Pulling her to her knees Bill began rubbing his cock between her legs over her swollen, dripping lips as he reached to fondled and gentle pinch her nipples. 

“Please” she whispered again. Pulling her to him he entered her with a deep thrust as Ali gasped, pushing back loving the burning sensation on her hot ass. He plunged over and over until she couldn’t hold back another moment and she came with more intensity than she ever had before. 

Bill could feel the strength of her orgasm and with one more thrust came deep within her as he let out a growl of passion. Ali collapsed on the bed with her lover. Never, she thought, never had it been so good. Bill at her back held her firmly as he caressed her breast. 

As her breathing calmed, he kissed her neck and spoke quietly, “You’ve had your first spanking honey. What do you think?” 

Ali vaguely heard the word ‘first’ and smiled slightly to herself. Bill continued, “Are you ready to be in a relationship that includes spanking?” 

Ali’s head swam, filled with all she had read – erotic spankings, stress busters, discipline, punishment, maintenance, and wondered exactly what Bill was asking. Research she thought, as she turned to Bill. “We’ll see honey. I think we need more research, much more research!”


I hope you enjoyed my story and I hope I will be able to turn it into a book some day. If anyone else is will to write a story for us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

Friday, January 15, 2021

Fantasy Friday Revival - Convincing Ali

Today's Fantasy Friday is a favorite of mine. For one thing I wrote this one back in 2008 and I fully intend it to be a book some day. You'd think I would have all the time in the world to write these days, but it doesn't always work out that way. So consider this a preview. I hope you enjoy..

Convincing Ali


Ali couldn’t help thinking that her life was nearly perfect these days except for one thing – spanking! She and Bill were so good together. They enjoyed the same activities, all their friends got along, and they

‘got’ each other’s humor. But this good, kind, loving man wanted to spank her. He had to be nuts if he thought she was going for that. She had been spanked enough as a child. How could anyone think that spanking was sexy or arousing? It was hateful, it hurt, and she would never tolerate it in their relationship. She had told him no, why wouldn’t he accept that?
     Bill knew he had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Everything about their relationship was perfect except for one thing – spanking! The first view he had ever had of Ali had been one of her bending over a low filing drawer at his accountant’s office. He had never seen such a beautiful ass! She stood and turned toward him and he had stared in frank admiration at her beauty. Her deep blue eyes and dark hair made for a stunning look. He had to know this woman and he asked her to lunch on the spot.

Ali had been just as stunned at seeing Bill that day at work. Never known for her shyness, she had accepted his lunch invitation on the spot and they never looked back. She knew what a find she had in him and their first few months together had been bliss.

Then a week ago, out of the blue, he tells her he wants to spank her. What kind of man says he wants to hit the woman he proposes to care for and expects her to embrace the idea? As Ali mused over her morning cup of coffee she began to wonder just how ‘out of the blue’ this really was. She had known he was an ass man. He loved to have his hands on her butt – in foreplay, love making or even just sleeping. He often gave her playful pats and slaps to her butt. But this was just too strange for her.


Bill wasn’t accomplishing as much as usual at work. He had finally brought up the subject of spanking with Ali and she hadn’t been at all receptive. She had seemed truly upset and one part of him wanted to tell her, ‘Never mind, it’s not important,’ but he knew that it was. He has had one failed vanilla marriage. They had been young and there were many problems. He knew spanking wouldn’t have solved them all but he also knew how much it would have improved the trust and communication in the marriage. Could he get Ali to understand?

That night Bill cooked supper at his place. He wanted Ali to be able to relax and talk to him. But as she had been all week Ali seemed distant and quiet. As they were cleaning up Bill stopped and took her into his arms. “Talk to me Ali!” He insisted. “What’s wrong?” Ali remained silent and looked down. Bill took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Another kiss seemed to get more of a response and finally Ali melted into him and seemed to relax. Bill rubbed her back but as his hand gently began to caress her ass he felt Ali tense and pull away. “Ali, what…”

“I don’t want you to spank me!

“I didn’t! I …” Bill began.

“But you want to! And I don’t want you to – ever! And now every time you touch me I’m afraid you going to try… try…” Ali couldn’t keep talking because of tears.

“Ali? Come with me.” Bill led her to the sofa and sat down facing her. “Ali you have to understand one thing right now. I would never, ever spank you without your consent. I do have a very different view of spanking than you do, but I am no bully. I would never try and force you to do something against your will. Do you understand?” Ali hadn’t realized how upset and worried she had been about all this until now. 

Knowing Bill meant exactly what he said she could relax. “Bill I’m sorry, I know you are no bully but this whole thing… I just don’t understand.”

“Ali will you do something for me? I have two calls I have to make for work. Will you read some things I’ve printed off for you? These stories might help you understand some about spanking and then we can talk.”

“Reading? Reading I can do! I’ll read anything you like.”

Bill reached into his brief case and pulled out several spanking stories he had printed off earlier. “Just read them honey. Then we’ll talk.” He gave Ali a kiss and left her.

For the next hour Ali was mesmerized by the stories Bill had given her. It was obvious that the women in the stories didn’t mind being spanked and did find it an incredible turn on. But of course these were only stories. She had read the first one quickly but slowed down after that and tried to let her emotions flow with the stories. Although in each there was implied consent, that did not mean each woman wanted to be spanked at that moment. There was as much nervousness, embarrassment, guilt, and there was passion and surrender.

Ali jumped as Bill spoke to her from the doorway. She was surprise at how the stories had made her feel. Her mouth was dry and the dampness between her legs was telling evidence that regardless of what she thought of the idea of spanking her body had reacted strongly to the stories.

Bill made no comment about the blush that spread over Ali’s face as he sat beside her. “Well, what did you think?

“I … um…, I have never read anything quite like it. Bill where did you get these? Do you really think that they were written by women? These seem like men’s fantasies to me, not the one who is getting the spanking.”

Bill laughed “They are written by women alright. You can meet them if you want to.”

“I can what? Bill you know these women?”

Bill laughed again “They have blogs, Ali. And yes I consider many of them my friends but, no, I haven’t actually met any of them. There are many places on the internet where people go to discuss their feelings about spanking – how they got started, why they like it, why they feel it is so beneficial to their relationship. And I’ll show them to you tomorrow. But now I want to take you to bed! No spanking,” he reassured her as she looked at him “Just sweet lovin’.”

Their love making that night was the best ever. Ali was embarrassed to realize how horny she had gotten from reading the stories but she wasn’t going to waste the feeling. Bill smiled to himself when they were spent and Ali was nestled in his arms. It was a start, they weren’t there yet but it was a start.


During the next two weeks Ali found herself pouring over the blogs Bill sent her to. She felt that she had stumbled into some type of parallel universe where pain became pleasure. She was shocked to find that the women who wrote these incredible stories were not twenty year old co-eds but grown, married women with children. She had made a comment or two and asked a few question and got back friendly words and helpful advice. But there weren’t any words that could change the fact that she just didn’t think she would ever enjoy being spanked.

Decision time came two days later. Bill had taken her to lunch when she remembered a question she had been meaning to ask “Hey old man, your birthday is next week, what do you want?” In the instant it took for Bill to look directly into her eyes she realized she has given him the opening he had been looking for.

“I want to give you my birthday spanking.”
     Ali’s heart was thudding in her chest. She had known for a little while now that she was at least going to have to give this whole spanking thing a try. It looked like the time had come.

Taking a deep breath she answered “Okay, if that’s want you really want.” She looked around quickly and lowered her voice “You can give me your birthday spanking.”

She couldn’t help grinning at the sparkle in his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I could also use a tie I suppose.”

Ali punched him, and then said seriously, “Now this is a one-time deal, I haven’t consented for life or anything. And one more thing,” she continued. “I’m talking about your hand. No paddles, hairbrushes, belts, canes, bull whips, chains, or baseball bats – got it?”

“No bull whips or chains? I don’t know, it hardly seems worth it,” Bill sighed. “But seeing that you are a spanking virgin I think I can honor your request.”

“So you’ll be gentle?”

“Gentle, nope. It’s going to be a real spanking. But I promise it won’t be more than you can handle.”

“How do you know want I can handle?”

“Ali, spanking is all about trust. Do you trust me?”

Ali looked at him for a moment longer “I do. Bill I do trust you but this still make me nervous. Can you do it with my clothes on or will you do it… um, you know on the bare?”

“Now darlin’, isn’t every man allowed to unwrap his own birthday gift? Don’t worry about anything. I promise, we’ll both like my gift!”

Ali’s eyes shifted down and she nodded. But as she looked back at Bill the twinkle was in her eyes as she asked one final question “Now just exactly how old are you again?”

To be continued…

Alright no fussing!  I am putting it up in two parts and if you don’t like it - spank me.  The second half will be up tomorrow, I hope you’ll come back.  

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Going without Prozac

This was a post I found from 2006. I'd only come out a few months before. I'm guess I'm sending this out to anyone who is still in the closet, to those who know that they want to at least try this lifestyle - I say take the leap. Your partner might say no, and the downside is that you've had an uncomfortable conversation.

But the benefit if they say yes can hardly be measured. I know I'd never been so happy. I admit we didn't stay at this peak forever, but it's still so much better than before. I did go back and found Bonnie's funny original post that got me thinking of all this. 

I just loved Bonnie's post on the benefits of spanking verses Prozac. I thought Bonnie was brilliant as usual but what really cracked me up today was when a friend at work asked me when I started taking Prozac. I laughed and told her I wasn’t taking anything. She said “Well what is going on with you then? We have worked together for over 10 years and you have never been this happy. You sit in these meeting where they keep giving us more and more crap to do and you just keep grinning like nothing can bother you. You have to be on some happy pill!”

It shows! It’s not my imagination, it’s not going away, and I love it! As the conversation continued I told her I was actually kinda down because this was Nick golf weekend and he was going to be gone. She jumped in again. “And what’s with that! You used to say that was your favorite weekend of the year because you got rid of the kids and got to spend it all by yourself. You guy learn some new position over the summer or what?” What fun! If she only knew.

Monday, January 11, 2021

I could use your help

Seems right, but I don't smoke

This has been a busy weekend for me. I love writing, I love having a book come out and I’ve loved the comments you've left telling me you liked it. Thank you! But promoting, trying to get the word out to readers (that don’t read here) is hard. It’s like working for a living. It’s especially difficult when you write spanking stories. Many people that do read the book, aren’t going to tell their friends and neighbors. I wouldn’t have when I first started reading this genre. Therefore, word of mouth isn’t going to work. Advertising is just hard to figure out. I did manage to get it on twitter. But I don’t really use twitter. Would/could I put it up again later, sometime? It’s confusing.


I do have a favor to ask though – Bookbub and Goodreads do some advertising for me by sending out the fact that it’s a new release. At least I know Bookbub does. It will send it to all my followers. So how many followers do I have? At the moment it stands at eleven. And I’m sure that counts Nick, my kids, my sister and a niece. If you’re willing, could you go to each of these sights and just follow me? 







Now this next request isn’t just for me, but I have to say it once and a while. When you read a book you like any book you like, please consider putting a review on Amazon. I have the blog and the reason I’ve blogged so long is because I love the feedback. You post something and people talk to you, sometimes good sometimes not so good, but you know what people think and most I’ve dealt with have been very kind.


A book’s different, you may spend six months working on it and out it goes and … crickets. You’re always happy if it sells well, but what you really want to know is did anyone like it? So when you read a book you really enjoy think about leaving that review. Just a sentence or two really helps and can often encourage someone else to give it a try. Just something to think about. Keep reading!

Friday, January 08, 2021

The New Book is out!

Are you in a reading mood? On the River, A Cassie’s Family Story it up on Amazon!  In lieu of a Fantasy Friday, here’s a snippet from the new book.



Soon enough, with their golden retriever Willow in tow, they boarded the plane. Cassie settled into her seat and accepted a flute of champagne from the attendant. She was happy to see Tom visibly relax as he took his seat beside her. They held hands as the plane took off, and Cassie sighed with contentment. 

It was then that Tom leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Remember, I never said you'd gotten out of a spanking for sending word to Cooter. I just felt I'd enjoy it more in the pool, under the moonlight. You know I don't like seeing you sitting comfortably when we're on the island. I do love watching you squirm for a comfortable position on a bottom I've turned red hot." 

Cassie was startled out of her contented state. His deep voice, whispering in her ear, seemed to be doing incredible things to her. Rarely did Tom talk about upcoming discipline. When it came to a spanking, Tom was a doer, not a talker. Cassie was surprised to feel herself beginning to blush. 

Although she had no doubt he was annoyed that she had sent that brief word to Cooter, it was clear he wasn't mad. Yet she realized he was very likely going to use it as his excuse for a full-on rump roasting. 

Tom saw her blush and smiled as he continued, "I've been much too easy on you lately. Maybe a session with my belt will turn you right back into the perfect wife you usually are." 

Her mouth flew open as she gasped. Tom knew exactly what he was doing to her. Cassie loved, even craved, sessions with Tom's belt. To her, it was purely sensual. She didn't know why, but it did things to her mind and body that became the ultimate pleasure. Just listening to Tom's low whisper brought on an incredible longing. 

"Um, honey, we do have the plane to ourselves." Cassie pointed out. "We can ask the crew for some privacy and really enjoy ourselves on the way down." The man had gotten her hot and bothered for sure.

"Cassie, how unladylike. You definitely need to learn some patience, I'll be sure to add that to the list..."