Fantasy Friday - Help Wanted

I have had the privilege of hosting some very well know bloggers and the honor of hosting those who have sent me there very first attempt at writing. Both kinds of writers are very, very special to me. Several years ago a reader, who also did a lot of writing, offered me many stories. She didn't include a name so I've always called her Annie, for Anonymous.  

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Help Wanted

Seeking personal companion
for extended trip.
Intimate contact required.
Excellent pay, benefits for
well disciplined young woman.
100K for right candidate.
reply/picture to Box 56

Amy Nelson stared at the ad in the morning paper. It was a sign. She had prayed for guidance and this was it. A hundred thousand dollars! It was the answer all right. That was enough to pay off all of her debts, move to a safer apartment, even start taking some classes again. If she was real careful, maybe she could get a new job. Modeling lingerie was okay, but some of the men were kind of pushy, and her boss was getting insistent that they should “date”.

Quick, before she could change her mind, Amy jotted down what this opportunity could mean to her, and sent it off with a picture and her resume. For days she haunted the mailbox, hoping for a reply. After two weeks she resigned herself to getting out of trouble the hard way.

Dragging home after a “luncheon” show, which was comprised of drunken businessmen trying to cop a feel, Amy found a notice in her mailbox to pick up a package. She wasn’t expecting anything, probably another bill collector getting inventive in trying to find her ex. She tossed it in the trash.

Two days later the phone rang. Amy let it ring over to the machine as usual. The deep masculine voice caught her by surprise.

“Miss Nelson, this is RJ Drake. You missed your appointment today. I do not tolerate unreliable behavior, Miss Nelson. If you are still interested in the position, I suggest you contact me at once at 809-9000 with an explanation.”

“Oh my god, surely it’s not that ad.” Amy was frantic trying to remember where she was supposed to be and how she had forgotten. Hands shaking she dialed the number.

“Drake here.” His voice was curt, and all business.

“Mr. Drake, this is Amy Nelson, I am returning your call. I apologize for missing my appointment, I was not aware that I had made one. Perhaps we could reschedule?”

“Miss Nelson, as I explained in the package that was delivered to your home last week,”

“OH no,” Amy screeched, “I threw it out, I thought it was some dumb bill collector, I am so sorry. Maybe you could send it again?”

“Miss Nelson, my time is short, please do not interrupt me when I am speaking. If you wish to be considered for the position you must come for an interview today. I will send a car for you at your home address in 45 minutes, be ready.”

He hung up. Just like that he assumed she would be available, and she only had 45 minutes to shower, dress and do her hair. Muttering about how it would serve the arrogant SOB right if she didn’t go she flew through her closet searching for something that looked “companion-y”.

With only moments to spare she gave herself a last critical look in the mirror and sailed downstairs. A limo pulled up just as she reached the street. Very nice, at least Mr. Drake was a rich grump.

The driver escorted Amy to a quiet office building, directing her to take a seat until she was called. Too much time to think led to doubts, not sure why she had come, Amy stood to leave just as an older woman entered the room. With a curt, “follow me” she turned and walked briskly down the corridor, leaving Amy to trail along.
At a large double door, beautifully carved, the woman stopped.

“Mr. Drake is expecting you.” and she returned the way they had come.

Amy tried to be calm, took a deep breath and knocked lightly.

“Come.” She recognized the same deep voice from the phone call.

Entering the office, Amy was struck by how lovely it was. Not flashy, but quiet and comfortable. Then her attention was drawn to the man seated at a large desk to one side.

He had dark hair and eyes, seemed to be tall, and was wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his arms muscular and tanned. He was much younger than she had imagined, maybe 40, but looked as if he didn’t smile much.

Amy started across the room, hand extended, but was cut short by his barked order.

“Just have a seat so we can get started.”

Amy sat, flustered at his rudeness. He stared at her, looking her up and down.

“Stand up, and turn slowly. Face the door and bend over placing your hands on the floor.”

“But, what does”

“I asked you not to interrupt me when I am speaking.”

“That’s it, Mr. Drake, I don’t know who you are or what you are used to but I expect to be treated like a person. I could sure use the money but I reckon I can do without your attitude.” Amy drew herself up and turned intent on stalking out of the room with as much dignity as possible. To her surprise the man burst out laughing.

“Sit down, Miss Nelson. If we can agree to terms, the job is yours.”

RJ watched the conflict play out on the young woman’s face. She wasn’t lying about needing the money; his investigation showed her husband left her high and dry with a pile of debt. She looked younger than the 30 she claimed on her resume, wearing little make up and a simple suit she was perfect for him. Now to convince her to accept his terms.

“Miss Nelson, let me explain just what the position requires. I will be on an extended trip, in fact, we will be spending approximately three months on my yacht, visiting ports in a number of areas around the world. Do you get seasick?”

Amy shook her head, not trusting her voice.

“Good. I plan to leave day after tomorrow. Is there anything that would prevent you from departing at that time?”

Another shake of her head.

“Very well, I will tell you what your duties will be, if you agree we will draw up the contracts. I require a short period of secretarial work, less than an hour daily, to help with correspondence. I expect you to dine with me each evening; you will accompany me to any events that I might attend. Your wardrobe will be provided. I am an exacting taskmaster. I expect everything to be done my way. If you disappoint me in any way, you will be punished in whatever manner I feel appropriate. I favor old-fashioned, bare bottomed spankings for most transgressions.”

He paused there to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson and her mouth hung open, but she did not run screaming from his presence. So far, so good. If he had only thought of this sooner.

“Now, you will be paid $100,000 upon completion of the trip. You will receive a bearer bond in that amount that will mature in 90 days. Your travel expenses and a weekly stipend of $500 will be paid in addition to that. If you wish to accept the position you will need to go to this address immediately for wardrobe fittings. Do you have any questions?”

He couldn’t help smiling at the dazed expression on her face as she took the card he offered. She seemed rather confused by the whole speech.

“Miss Nelson, I will need your answer today.”

“Just hold your horses, Mr. Drake, I don’t work for you yet so don’t start bossing me. If I take this job we’re going to go on a cruise, write letters, go out to dinner and wear fancy clothes. I get a hundred grand for going and five hundred a week. You get to whup my ass anytime you want to but I don’t have to sleep with you and I can’t get off the boat once we start. Is that about right?”

“Not exactly how I would have phrased things but essentially accurate. Do you accept?”

“Throw in the wardrobe and you’ve got a deal.”

Pushing back from the desk JR Drake turned his chair and wheeled out to give the woman one last chance to change her mind. She took one look at his wheelchair, grabbed the card out of his hand and waltzed out of his office, leaving him to wonder just what he had started.

Several months ago he had picked up a small free newspaper while waiting for an appointment. He was shocked to find personals of every type, including some he was quite interested in. Apparently spanking was no longer a dirty secret. Just reading those ads left him with a renewed sense of his own isolation. After the accident that took his legs his wife left him for a polo player, said she missed having a “whole man”. Although spanking had been an integral part of their marriage she was unable to view him as the dominant partner after the accident. He couldn’t bear the thought of going through the same betrayal again, or worse, put up with a sympathy fuck from some woman who wanted his money. It never occurred to him that he could hire the job done, just like he did everything else. It took several months to get the ad written, bring himself to place it and then screen the applicants. There were some very odd people out there.

But it was worth it. Miss Nelson was perfect for the job. Smart and sassy, not afraid of a little work, didn’t even blink at the wheelchair, and she had a great ass. It was going to be a pleasure teaching her just how he wanted things done.

The next two days flew by in a whirlwind of activity. Amy quit her job, gave notice at her apartment, found a temporary home for her houseplants, went to several fittings and spent half a day at a spa, courtesy of Mr. Drake. She felt just like Cinderella.


The big day arrived and Amy was waiting, one small bag packed with personal items, when the limo arrived. First class travel was a whole new concept for Amy, no lines, no waiting. They were whisked through the airport to a private jet and on their way to meet the boat in Miami.

The first battle came over lunch. When the flight attendant took drink orders Amy asked for champagne. It seemed natural for her first luxury travel experience.

"That won't be necessary, just serve the usual drink selections." RJ leveled a cool look at her, "I don't serve alcohol at lunch. It dulls the mind and makes for an unproductive day."

Amy huffed, muttering under her breath about Mr. High and Mighty, until his hand slammed down on the table next to his chair.

"You will follow the rules, all of them. There will be no mumbling and no back talk. Unless, of course, you're interested in your first lesson over my lap?"

"You can hardly expect me to follow rules I am unaware of. Perhaps you could give me a list?"

"Sarcasm is not something I am fond of, young lady, and you certainly will be getting a list of the rules you are expected to follow. For now, eat your lunch and be quiet."

Amy sulked for a few moments but the spectacular view of the ocean soon distracted her. The hectic pace of the past few days caught up with her and she curled up in her seat for a nap.

RJ studied her sleeping form with interest. She was perfect. Not the pallid, underfed, unisex look of current fashion, but the ripe, full softness of a real woman. Her hair fell casually across one cheek in soft waves, the subtle highlights of gold threaded through the chestnut brought out the golden tone of her skin. She was lucky, he was a decent guy, not one to take advantage of her as some might. Just the thought of what could happen to a young woman foolish enough to go running off with a total stranger caused his eyes to narrow. They would be discussing that this evening. He spent a few minutes thinking about that discussion, her over his lap, panties sliding down, soft, white skin just waiting for his touch. The painful tightness in his groin reminded him he had work to do and it didn't involve her bottom. Reluctant to leave her, he spent the balance of the flight working on his laptop and watching her sleep.

*****

Amy wandered about, wide eyed. This boat was the size of a small country. Old gray eyes must be loaded to afford something like this. No wonder he was paying so well. Of course the whole spanking thing was pretty weird, but, her daddy had paddled her plenty of times and it didn't kill her. Besides, how hard could he hit with no legs to anchor himself with. And the wheelchair pretty well guaranteed there would be no embarrassing sexual situations. Things were looking better and better. Her cabin was larger than any apartment she had ever lived in, in fact her closet was the size of most of them. And the clothes were beautiful. Not sleazy, as she had feared. A typed agenda on her desk listed the activities for the rest of the evening as dinner, followed by a short work period, then a daily review, and even listed her bedtime. This guy must be some kind of time management nut. She giggled, wondering if tomorrow's schedule would include a time to brush her teeth and a potty break.

She finished dressing and was wondering how to find the dining room when a discreet knock on her door signaled the arrival of her escort for dinner. A polite elderly gentleman in a white uniform offered her his arm and answered questions about the ship as they went up on deck. A beautiful sunset provided the backdrop for a small table set for two. Amy nodded at Mr. Drake and allowed her escort to seat her.

"Ordinarily we would be having wine with dinner. As we do have work to complete this evening I arranged a light meal and we will have drinks after our work period." RJ signaled the waiter and they ate in silence.

"Don't you get tired of always being so uptight?"

"I prefer to think of my life as organized. I have scheduling requirements that a man with two legs would not need. I prefer my life to be orderly and well run. And I expect you to function with the same efficiency I require of all of my staff. Please follow me and we will get to work."

Amy hated the way he simply assumed she would follow. He had too many people jumping to do his bidding. It was giving him a big head. Well, she may be part of his staff, but that didn't mean he owned her. She wandered into his study at a leisurely pace, taking time to admire the décor and ignoring the man glaring at her from behind the desk.

"In lieu of work this evening we will be going over the rules for your employment. Here is a simple list of the basics; we will add any others as needed."

Amy sat down to read what she expected to be a list of her duties while on board. Before she was half way through she was on her feet, pacing, and growing angrier by the second.

"What is this? Do you think I am a moron? I can't be trusted to dress myself?"

RJ watched her with interest. It would seem she had not paid attention at their first meeting, nor had she read the contract she signed. These were all stipulations made in the contract, stated more plainly perhaps, but nothing new.

"All of the rules on that list were agreed to in the contract you signed, Miss Nelson. I am providing you with this list at your request. I do expect you to follow all of the items of our agreement, and they will be enforced, rigorously."

"What are you, some kind of nut? Let me guess, you get off on having control over women. Must be tough to do in that wheelchair. I guess being rich helps; at least you can buy someone to follow your orders."

"Miss Nelson, it would behoove you to remember that the person I have purchased for this trip is yourself. My motives are none of your concern. Please read over the entire list, this is the only chance you will have for clarification. Starting tomorrow I expect you to follow the schedule I will have delivered to your room each morning."

Amy tossed her curls and huffed, but sat. The list was long and complete. Her time was to be parceled out according to schedule, she would wear the clothing selected for her at all times, his wishes would be accommodated as to food, drink, work periods, she would not leave the ship unless accompanied by him, she would be available around the clock, but with a guaranteed ten hours sleep period, it went on and on.

"You make it sound like I'm your prisoner or something." she sniffed.

"On the contrary, Miss Nelson, you are an employee. As such you are expected to fulfill the employment contract you signed. We will begin your official duties tomorrow. However, there is still the daily review to complete. Please follow me."

He maneuvered his wheelchair to the center of the room, locking the wheels in place. Amy followed cautiously, watching him remove the arm supports and lay them aside. She was still baffled by his actions when he reached out, grasping her wrist and drawing her to his side.

"Miss Nelson, what does your contract say about the daily review?"

"That you will give me feedback on my performance at the end of each day."

"As well as at any other time I deem necessary. Today was your first day so I will be more lenient than you can expect in the future. I was displeased by your behavior on the plane but we will overlook it this one time. I will, however, be addressing the fact that you placed yourself in a questionable situation by agreeing to travel with a total stranger."

"But this is a job."

"Yes, it is, and before hiring you I made sure you were a person of good character. Did you make any attempt to find out who I am? No, you did not. I could be a psychopath for all you know. Our first lesson will be about taking better care of yourself."

With that RJ tugged her across his lap, he still had enough of his legs left to elevate her bottom nicely, slipped her silk skirt to her waist and was tugging her panties down before she could react.

"What are you doing? Let me go before I scream, do you hear me, I'll scream."

"Miss Nelson, please rest assured that the staff has been notified that I expect to make you scream and they will not be discomfited by any noise you might make. Our agreement allows for any discipline I deem necessary, as long, and as hard, and as often as I deem necessary. You accepted my terms and my money, now you will accept my punishment for your bad judgment."

His hand crashed down, and he reveled in the feel of her bottom flattening beneath his assault. He set a brisk pace, spreading a rosy blush over her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs as she wiggled, begged, threatened, and finally screamed. When she was reduced to simply crying he rested his hand on her bottom and waited for her to realize he had stopped.

"Let me up."

"Oh, no, we are not finished. I just wanted to be certain I had your full attention before we get started with your punishment."

"No. Wait, you just punished me, we're done, you can let me up now." Amy wiggled franticly trying to slide off of his lap and away from his hard hand.

RJ smiled down at the red bottom jiggling as she tried to escape. He had forgotten how lovely a woman looked during punishment.

"Please tell me why you are being punished, Miss Nelson."

"Because I shouldn't have come, and you're right, really you are right. I shouldn't be here. I'll catch a flight out tomorrow and we'll just forget the whole thing."

"Miss Nelson, I am very disappointed in you. This punishment is for your carelessness with your own safety. There is no question of you leaving. You have a contract and I expect you to fulfill it. Now that we are clear on why you are being punished we can proceed."

RJ pulled a small thin wooden paddle from his pocket and began paddling in a steady rhythm, all the while lecturing her on personal safety. Her cries shifted to the steady sobbing of a well spanked girl before he finished her off with a hard volley to the backs of her thighs and set her on her feet. She hopped around holding her burning butt, doing the spanking dance for several minutes before realizing her panties were at her ankles and her dress was tucked above her waist. She slid the dress down, quickly stepping out of the panties and tucked them in a pocket. His chuckle at that decision earned him a cold glare, and confirmed that he was no gentleman.

"I'll escort you to your cabin."

"That will not be necessary, Mr. Drake."

"A lady should not be wandering in a strange place alone. It isn't safe. Do we need to discuss safety again, or are you ready to go?" He smiled at the emotions warring on her face. Her fear of the paddle won over her desire to tell him off, but barely. Gathering her tattered dignity she allowed him to escort her to her door.

Alone at last, Amy crawled into bed and tried to make sense of it all. He was some kind of maniac, that was certain, and her ass was on fire. So why did she feel safe and snug here? She should be plotting her escape, not snuggling down thinking about him.

~o~

Don't worry, there are several more installments actually. I’ll have the another one up next Friday.  See, now you have something to look forward to!

If you are willing to try your hand at a story please do. Remember everyone had to start with a ‘first story’ at some point.   Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Two of my new favorite things.

I know everyone else is way ahead of me on this, but I’ve really just discovered Netflix. Mollie has been pushing the use of the Apple TV for several years now, but I’ve resisted. I don’t watch TV during the day much. And at night I was more listening than watching, since I was usually on the computer too. But little by little it has finally drawn me in with one show – Grace and Frankie. I love both actresses and the whole concept of the show. Being far behind everyone I’m just now beginning the third season.

I’d love suggestions on what else everyone likes. I think I’d like to try The Queen. I think I’m still treating the whole Apple TV like I treated my first computer. I feel sure I’m going to press the wrong button and blow up my TV or something. Basically I’m scared of it, but I’m trying. Mollie usually gets a call at least every other day with me needing tech support. Bless her heart, she is so patient. 

My other favorite things are Audiobooks! Now I’ve been using these a while, but now they are a major part of my day. I listen when I’m in the car, when I go walking and now even when I’m cleaning. I’ve gotten tons of books, but some of my favorites are written by Diane Chamberlain. I started with her book, Dream Daughter, and I was hooked. You should give her a try. I’ll take suggestions here too. 

I’m very excited about tomorrow night! Mollie is coming to dinner! Now she is more paranoid about giving us something than we are so we’ve arranged this as an outdoor ‘party.’ There will only be three of us and we will keep our distance. But we’re grilling steaks – it will give her plenty of left overs. And I’m making an egg custard pie.  I've been sad that we won’t be seeing her on Easter, so no Easter basket. But this year the bunny will come early and I’ll have it here  tomorrow night when she comes. I doubt she cares nearly as much as I do.

LJ and Colin are doing well still. I check on them every few days. I’m worried that if they get sick they won’t tell me. They promise they will, but…

I’ve been most grateful for my full-service editor! Rosie Dee does my editing and occasionally sends me wonderful things. The latest wonderful things she sent are two face masks for Nick and me. I wore it to the grocery store this morning and it did make me feel better. Although I still tried to avoid people and hurried through to quickly get home. I felt like a criminal just being out!

The real me.

Stay save everyone! And don’t forget to send me Netflix and audiobook suggestions.

Have you experienced this?

I got all my tests back from the heart monitor, the echocardiogram and the heart catheterization. Basically, all is well. The monitor showed minor problems, actually it only showed up once during the two week test. The put me on a low dose of a common heart regulating drug and according to my watch it’s working nicely. It’s the same drug Nick takes for his A-fib, although my problem isn’t A-fib. But Mollie thinks it’s precious that we have the same prescription. It doesn’t take much for her to say we’re precious. Grrr…

Nick’s work finally laid him off. I feel safer in one way. And I’m truly glad he won’t be going out. Although even loving couples forced to spend 24/7 together for an indefinite period of time could hold some dangers. Thankfully, we really do get along well. 

 TTWD is definitely helping. Yes it’s popping up more and my choice to have no expectations is working well. But I do have a question and I hope some of you might know the answer. When we began obviously it was new and exciting, a honeymoon period you might say. I understand that mentally and emotionally it was so exciting and new that I loved everything about it. But over the fourteen years we’ve been doing this, the physically change has surprised me.

When we began I was begging for more and harder. I could take ANYTHING he could dish out. Belt, paddle, strap – I could take it! Once I even told him he hit like a girl in an attempt to get him to put more muscle behind it. He worried, at the time that I wanted that more and harder. He was worried he could really hurt me. But it never did. I loved it! But I can’t take it now. I feel like I’ve become a spanking wimp, and I don’t like it.

 I know I’m older, but I don’t think that’s it. Although I’ve still never used my safe word, he can tell by my body language – plus simply what I’ve told him, that I just can’t do it. I know a lot in mental/emotional. It’s how I react to the whole situation now. I could take the pain, the hard spanking, if it was for something real, without problem. But as part of the game – without the feeling of reality behind it, it’s just pain. And I don’t like it.

Have any of you experienced this change? Is it just old age creeping in? Anyway, everyone stay safe.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Baby Boomers Switchin' in Up

If you get the chance, please come by the Reading Room today. Cassie gets her ass grabbed by someone other than Tom! 

Welcome to another Fantasy Friday. I'm just trying to provide a little escapism in your day. This is another story from Kaylynn. She wrote a lot for us back in 2009, so I know the stories will be fresh and new for many of you. Stay safe and enjoy...

Baby Boomers Switchin' it Up

The cabins were to be renovated before the spring. It was fall. Laid off after years of working hard at a financially high paced career John took the woodworking job to get back to basics. Their youngest had left for college this fall. Her college had been paid off over ten years ago. They needed to downsize any way. Their family home needed some new blood and they barely managed to sell it in the face of the current economy. Marian knew intellectually how necessary the changes had become. She just wanted to spend at least one more season in their home. And she would prepare herself. John’s being laid off was more than she could take. She’d done well by him and the kids. She felt she deserved some Marian time in her house. It was never to be. Conversely she’d become trapped while he had been freed. For endless weeks they were lost to each other. At least she was lost to him.

John had decided to take a job as a cabinet maker at an upscale resort in the mountains near the capitol. Marian was embarrassed about being scared. Truth was she feared change, always had. And currently there was no dealing with her most times on any levels. John suggested she get some counseling before they left, just to talk about her empty nest, his job status change and her obvious seemingly insurmountable anger or her maddening numbed out mode. John wondered what the hell he was thinking putting the two of them together in a two bedroom cabin alone for months on end. He remained hopeful that she’d get a grip on herself. His energy level improved each day he awoke without the cares of the investment firm. He finally had clarity in his life and vowed to have hope and energy for the two of them.

Marian had made the mistake of entering into a dd lifestyle with her husband two years ago at her suggestion. She saw this as a mistake now because she knew she was expected to be on board and she no longer had it in her. She wanted to feel they were a team and that John was in charge of their team. But she just couldn’t shake all this anger. It was supposed to be different. She didn’t need change; she was too young to be looking retired. Hell she was in her mid 40’s! Their friends and neighbors would no longer be a quick walk or drive away. John was making Marian leave the party early and she was determined to stay. She wanted to be at his side but her mind wandered.

Her comments were laced with sarcasm the morning of the closing. That late afternoon they’d be headed to the mountains. John had built in some extra time for the two of them before they drove away together. He was determined to bring her under his wing despite her in trepidation. She couldn’t stand to be in the house with no furniture. The emptiness mirrored her heart. She couldn’t wrap her mind around being in the car for hours with him. She blamed him. She didn’t consider where they’d be living their home. He found her grumbling and mumbling to herself walking through the backyard. She loved to be outside but she didn’t make the time for it. Living on the mountains would be perfect for her, he thought as he watched her lips moving like a mad woman’s.

And so he jokingly yelled to her, “Woman! Who are you speaking to?” She startled, shrugged and the she went away from him which wasn’t the thing to do. John marched was determined to end this now. He stomped down the deck into the back yard walking furiously toward her. The leaves crunched in the grass under his boots and her heart beat faster hearing his approach. She serpentined a bit, as if that would throw him off her course. It didn’t matter there was no purpose but to delay maybe seconds of their fated encounter.

“Enough…. Enough already!” He used the Greek accent and voice from her favorite movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. He would make one attempt at humor before he’d take her in hand. She felt him behind her and the hairs on her arm began to rise. She defiantly refused to turn around. But she should have because her window of opportunity had been slammed shut and locked. He folded his arms and just stared at her. How was it that this beautiful woman and mother of his children could behave like a child? She had purposefully wrapped herself so tightly she left herself no where to run or even turn. And while he had never embraced the corporal discipline aspects of their dd marriage, he smiled inside. His recourse was boundless. He believed non dd husbands would be headed for divorce attorneys eventually given these circumstances. He knew that would never happen with them. And he was grateful.

“Inside. Lean over the island. Hands on top. Wait. I’ll be outside trimming the willow tree.” His voice was low and quiet and didn’t register with her for half a minute she turned around and just stared with her mouth opened slightly. Stalling, she licked her full lips like it was a full time job. Furious with him, her sleek lined eyebrows arched than tried to touch. As if in slow motion, her eyes narrowed just enough to really piss him off. There was no contest here and she’d find that out.

“Now” and his voice boomed and she jerked around hoping her last moments in the backyard bore no witness. Because she was sure she’d die of humiliation. She’d asked John time and again to deliver spankings that were not just erotic. Instead he used tones of voice and looks and while that was great, she needed more from him. She needed to feel overwhelmed by his power. It was what she’d felt she needed with every fiber of her being. And this moment had come and she couldn’t move her feet. (Later she would think, how do women do this all the time? And later she found out.) But our story continues as John becomes infuriated that she dare stand there like a deer in a headlight. Didn’t she know he wanted to thrash her within an inch of her life? He took three strides toward her and she backed up at least that. He reached out his hand and she stared at it and him.

“Consider this your last warning ever! Take my hand and I’ll walk you to the house” his voice was so naturally powerful she was shocked she felt herself getting wet. And the warmth hard to find that cold fall day, was spreading all over her. She took two baby steps toward him and tried to reach for his hand. “You’re done!” And with that his patience snapped. Taking her right forearm tightly in his left hand he forced her to walk backwards up to the house. If she didn’t have the sense to turn around, then fine! His pace was quick and she was disoriented on many levels. Sliding the patio door open none too gently, he barked at her to step up so she wouldn’t trip moving backwards into the house. John let her turn around to walk up the stairs on their deck. He marched her over to the bar stool and slapped her open her palms on the marble island. He spun around and walked out again into the yard there were some nice low switches that would slice through her fog. It had certainly worked on him as a child.

She didn’t know what to think. She’d been in a fog since before the closing. And now this man was making a switch from their willow tree! Her palms slid across the top of the counter as she tried to look out the windows. Her muscles quivered everywhere. Her mouth felt dry as she began to breathe unevenly through it. Then with terror she saw him stalking up their backyard with a handful of willow switches. The leaves were flying off the branches like little birds following him to the house. He’d always used his hand and once she asked for his belt. But she had no idea what this was going to feel like physically. She wanted to run but where? She could run to the car. What then, lock the doors and drive away somewhere without him? Where would she go? She felt lost and started to choke out a cry. Just then the glass door opened and the sound of his heavy boots bounced all over their empty walls and floors. That really got her to start crying. She didn’t want him to know so she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve then immediately put her hand back down on the island countertop. She tried to stare straight ahead. She didn’t want to see his eyes. But she caught him in her periphery and knew he knew she must’ve been crying. She lost that battle but hoped he’d have a little mercy knowing she’d been crying.

“Now let me get this straight” and he pulled up a stool and sat on it like a cowboy. Her knees started to feel very weak.

“I told you not to move and I come back to watch you putting your hand back on the island. You must have no respect left for me anymore Marian.” She started to shake her brunette covered curls. She continued to shaker her head slowly in a determined manor.

“NO!….you shake your head No! My God girl you’ve truly lost yourself.” He sounded surprised at her stubbornness.

“I didn’t mean that” her voice sounded weak and scared.

“Enough Marian. Now get on your tip toes and arch your back.” His words had been whispered and sounded menacing. She shivered all over before slowly being obedient.

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god raced through her mind while her heart flew through her chest and kept pounding. She tried to grip onto the marble, but it was flat. He got up very slowly and came around her other side and whispered.

“Up on those toes now. I’d hate to have to ask the new owners to wait outside while I finished with you.” The thought of being embarrassed sent her up on the balls of her feet in a second. “Now I want you to point your ass which I now own, up to the ceiling. And keep it there until I say so.” Oh shit oh shit oh shit. She let her forearms support her upper body and bit her lower lip.

“You’d better unbite that lip Missy. There’s going to be some force coming your way.”

He walked back behind her loving this moment. He let her stay right there while he set down the switches in front of her eyes obviously taunting her. She closed her eyes pretending she wasn’t there. He placed his hand on top of the small of her back and pushed down giving resistance to her tip toes. She shot back up with his release. Good he thought. He kept his left hand there and sized up that perfect little target. And with great joy and hope of better days he began in earnest.
SLAP! The noise had no where to go except into her brain as it to bounced off every appliance and wall. This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not her last minutes in this house they had shared for the past sixteen years. She felt like lightening struck on her right cheek and she shrieked a bit and jumped forward.

“Back up toward me!” and he cracked her again on her left.

“I said Back” SMACK! “Up” WHACK! Then he was taking his time, sparing his palm for the long term goal. He never felt better about something he thought he’d never feel good about. He’d delivered at least ten on each side and thank god he played tennis. He found a formidable pattern of swats to break her resistance. He was a natural. At first Marian began to cry from the pain in her heart, than her backside. Her legs bounced up and down like she wanted to jump. Then she’d stop herself to receive another. Her fingers were spread wide as were her eyes and she was staring at the ceiling thinking the pot hanger would fall down on top his head and save her from further assault on her pulsating ass.

“It’s time to take your jeans and underwear off Marian. Turn around and face me while you do it.” She was so furious at this humiliating request. How dare he expect her to even look his way? She whipped around, her eyes full of tears and she wiped them again with her sleeve, her nose too. She glared at him for only a second because is eyes had a new look of determination. Her eyes dilated in response to new power he now possessed. He was totally turning her on. She then looked at the floor and began to unbutton her jeans, then unzip them too slowly. She was now realizing that he’d see how wet she’d gotten. She didn’t want to reveal that to him, not now when she felt so emotionally distant from him. He watched totally turned on. She shimmied from side to side to pull down her jeans and not her underwear. It took some work as she had a beautiful ass and wore jeans that were snug. It hurt like hell when she pulled her waist band over the fatty part of her cheeks. And she tried to quiet her continuing crying as she did this. He deserved no satisfaction to see her wince. Her anger still shone.

He left his position to get the switches. She followed him with her body turning on her heels. She was afraid for what she thought he’d do next. She stifled a gasp when she saw his reach. She had actually forgotten they were there while willing the pot hanger off the ceiling. She gulped before following his body back to his former position. “Step out of those jeans” his voice was gravelly and hard like concrete. She was terrified and in her fantasy heaven. Her brain was on slow these daze, but especially at this moment. John had mesmerized her with his power. “Now! And that insipid staring is going to cost you more punishment!” His voice boomed throughout the empty house. She refused to stand in their kitchen naked from the waste down. Marian was not a naked’s-ok kinda gal. So she very slowly reached down to her bent leg and pulled off one cowboy boot. She wanted to throw it at his head but she knew it shouldn’t get uglier than where it was going. She let it drop. It echoed and she startled but hurried to get off the other boot. God she felt more vulnerable with him now than she ever had. It was scaring her and making the inside of her thighs slippery.
She just kept staring and once again became very aware of her throbbing red ass.

“Now I’m going to talk Missy and you will end up singing, I guarantee it. Now back around and back up on those toes.” And he moved his index finger in the downward position in a circular motion while the stripped branches followed from below. She reluctantly turned around not wanting anything to do with a switch. Let alone a handful of them. The last time she’d ever felt that sting was when she was a small child and she remembered it wasn’t fun. She braced herself for what was to come: the switches and conversation.

“So Dear” SWOOSH CRACK!! Streaks of lava had kissed her bottom.

“Aaaaooowwww you Bastard!” Marian couldn’t help herself. This hurt beyond anything she had every experienced.

“Oh Marian…..” He sounded truly disappointed for her. Again the branches sliced through the air and landed exactly where they hadn’t been on her sit spot.

“Arghhhhhh John I’m sorry!!!” She was choking on her dry throat now and the sound was awful. She stood up and twirled around quick in her stocking feet on marble floor. He reached for the back of her neck and turned her around and pushed her firmly back to the island.

“Move again and it’s five more after the doorbell rings” She thought she’d wet her pants the thought of that was too much. She couldn’t keep herself quiet.

“OK OK Just help me through this. I can’t get through this.” They both knew she referred to the physical as well as the emotional.

“Help you, fine. Let’s talk.” And he switched her half heartedly on one side then quickly they came again on her other. She danced hopping from leg to leg then pumping them up and down. No where to go… and she began to cry a gut wrenching bottom of the well cry. Her ass was on fire and it was the most life she had allowed herself to experience in six weeks. She started to emerge.

“Marian, tell me what you’re most afraid of.” She was too embarrassed to even admit it to herself. He would literally have to beat it out of her because ….SMACK his hand became welcome in comparison to the switches. But he had jarred so hard she skidded with her stocking feet hip to island. WHACK!!!

“OW Damn you John” WHACK!!!...... CRACK!!!!......

“Start talking or I pick up the switches and won’t stop ‘til I’m tired.”

“Alright, please don’t the sting is killing me.” She was going to half to say it, for both their sakes. This whole thing was too crazy for the moment. They should be walking room to room reminiscing.

“I’ll never fit in again, anywhere!! OK are you happy! I’m old now and everybody there has there life and I’m

 just a side show now. No kids, no way to meet people. We’ll be cooped up for months in the mountains.” She covered her mouth now and cried through her fingers. She didn’t want the words to be said to begin with and to hear them choked out between tears while her butt was flaming hot was too much for her to maintain her usual composure. Her words hit him in the gut. While he was doing leprechaun side kicks in the air for the opportunity to be with her all the time and out of the fucking rat race, she had been suffering. Truly suffering and he hadn’t caught it, not the depth of it. Someone should kick him in the ass.

“Oh baby,” and he had put his hands on her heaving shoulders and leaned into her ear. In a voice that penetrated rational and irrational thoughts she heard, “You have no idea how, for the first time, ever, I want to fit in with you. I want to be with you. We’ve been apart most everyday since we started this marriage and I miss you.” Her cheek had been resting on the island. She felt exhaustion and relief saying those words. He brushed away her hair to find her imploring eyes. She moved her moist hand from her saliva filled lips….

”Really?” She looked as if there could be only that one truth. All others would crumble her heart.

“Marian, I’ve never been happier and I’m sorry that I didn’t make it glaringly obvious. It’s all about you babe!” She pushed herself up slowly and she wrapped her arms around his chest. He kissed the top of her head while pulling her even closer than she thought she could be. They stood there a long time holding each other. This moment would forever fortify their already strong marriage. He began to rock her side to side and to sing their favorite song from the movie Casablanca, “you must remember this … a kiss is but a kiss…” He sung the song through twice while they danced slowly in their kitchen.

~o~

I'm grateful for all the old Fantasy Friday stories in the vault. I hope you're enjoying them. With time at home maybe you'd be willing to write that story that roamed in your mind as you realized you were one of us. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Quarantine Brain

I think this is something that’s hitting many of us. It sure has hit me. I mean I’m at the age when I’m used to walking into a room and wondering what I came for, but I think it’s a little worse. I’ll be talking with Mollie and veer off track, not able to remember where I was going with my thought. I’d worry about it more, but Mollie seems to be having the same problem. So we’re calling it Quarantine Brain. 

I think it’s a combination of worry, boredom, fear, uncertainty, loneness, and too much time on our hands. This too shall pass.

Nick thought I’d finally succumbed when I started to fix dinner last night and asked him to get the salmon out of the dishwasher, please. He gave me a strange look, as if asking for clarification and I just stared back since my request was perfectly logical to me. I mean how hard is it to read your wife’s mind? It’s just something I think he should be able to do by now. 

Anyway… I’d decided to have salmon for dinner. I’d bought a large piece several weeks ago and cut it up. I froze two pieces together so we could pull them out as needed. I’d decided what to have, but I didn’t think to get them out of the freezer to thaw. When I finally did I was wondering about the best way to hurry the process. Then I remember the dishwasher had finished a short time before. I slipped them into another bag for safety and put the fish in the still warm dishwasher to thaw. See, perfectly logical.

That mind reading stuff – he really needs to work on that.

As I’m doing better at general house cleaning these days. I remembered long ago when I was single. My mom came over to visit. We were in my bedroom looking at something, my cat sleeping peacefully on my dresser.  Mom was teasing me about my housekeeping skills and mentioned that it could use some dusting. I place both hands on the cat and moved her around the dresser, the perfect dust rag. My mother was less than amused, but by then she was used to me. For years when I lived at home she would ask, “Are your hands clean?” and I would usually answer, “Yep, I wiped them on the cat.”

Is anyone else having a problem with Quarantine Brain? I hope everyone is staying safe and don’t forget to wash your hands.

I’m naked again!

Finally! I got to take the heart monitor off and mail it in. I can sleep nude again and I love it. I am free to turn over and snuggle to my hearts content. Nick doesn’t seem to mind either.

I’m curious to know how my friends are doing in quarantine. As for me, I guess I’ve been training for this my whole life. I enjoy being alone and I enjoy staying home. Nick still works – for the moment and I get to look forward to his homecoming each day. Having him here 24/7 not able to leave the house would be hard – on him and therefore hard on me. It’s the one thing I’ve worried about him retiring. While I’m perfectly content in my writing room, he’d be going nuts!

I wanted to mention StoryWorth again. This is the gift LJ and Colin gave me at Christmas. You can check out their website here. But to jump on board you don’t have to do anything official. You can join in all on your own.

Basically you’re writing stories of your past for your kids and grandkids. StoryWorth send you a prompt, an idea each week to write on. Some are interesting – Tell about your favorite teacher or What was a great prank you pulled. But I usually ignore their prompts and write what I want or anything the kids might ask about.

So far I’ve written about how Nick and I met, the story of finding out I was expecting each of the kids. Then I’ve written in detail about the birth of each – I cheated and typed up what I had written in my old journals from the actual time. I’ve written of my college days. I’m writing now about how their grandparents met and dated. I’m going back and asking myself what I wished I’d asked my parents more about and then writing up answers to similar questions from my life.

It’s lots of fun. I hope you’ll try it. It doesn’t have to be with StoryWorth. They produce a nice book at the end of the year, including pictures if you want to include them, which will be nice for the kids to have. But you could print what you write yourself and give it to the kids as a Christmas gift this year. 

And I’ve written a special letter, which will be the last in the book, as a thank you to my children. Stuff I wanted to tell them, but sometimes it’s hard when you’re busy and running around communicating by a quick text. We’ve got the time now. Tell them what you want them to know, old stories, funny stories, stuff they did as kids or that you did when you were a kid. 

And don't hesitate to go deeper and tell each one what they mean to you and how much you love them. 

Fantasy Friday Revival - Fantasy Wasted part 2, Jake and Raina

Here's our Fantasy Friday for the week. Maybe stories and fantasies are what we need at the moment. This is the second part of the story we began last week. You can find part one here.

Fantasy Wasted, part 2

Jake and Raina

Jake rose from the desk and reached over to shut down the power to his computer.  Then as he flipped the light switch something through the window caught his eye. It was beginning to snow. Large powdery flakes of snow were drifting to the ground. He approached the window with arms folded. As he stood there watching the snow fall his thoughts drifted to a thousand diverse places but finally settled upon Raina. 

He smiled as he thought of how she loved the snow and always insisted on making snow angels and snowmen with the kids when they were small. He wished she was standing there beside him now. Raina had gone to bed an hour earlier and he hated to wake her. Besides it wasn’t like she’d never seen snow before. 

Their life together was settled. Secure. Happy. Jake had nothing to complain about and he knew it so how could he… why would he…. 

He sighed as a feeling of selfishness entered into the pit of his stomach. He hung his head and tried to fight off the shame. He thought of Raina’s goodness and how it would devastate her to know that he wanted more. And if she knew WHAT exactly he wanted…. Well… he wondered what she would think of him then.

He didn’t hear her enter the room but turned to face her when she softly called his name.

“Jake? Honey, are you coming to bed?” 

He apologized and told her he was watching the snow fall … and…. Well… thinking.

She approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against his back.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He told her “nothing,” but then said, “Everything.”

“Well which is it?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled her around to stand beside him. For a while they stood watching the snow fall. Finally Jake turned to her and said “Raina, I love you with all my heart, but are you happy? I mean REALLY happy?” 

She assured Jake that yes, of course, she is very happy with him. But then… then panic struck as she realized that maybe he isn’t happy with her. Her voice caught on the words as she asked “Are YOU happy?” 

He assured her that he was happy but at the same time felt like something was missing in their relationship. Still panicked Raina wasn’t sure where this was going. Jake sensed her fear so he took her by the hand saying “Come with me.” 

He led her into their kitchen and turned the light on. He said “Look around… Really look. Are you happy with everything in our lives that goes on in this room?”

“Jake, honey, it’s a kitchen. We cook here. We eat here. It serves its purpose quite well.”

“So you’re happy with it? REALLY happy? The appliances are okay? The counter top?”

“Jake, it’s a beautiful kitchen and we both know it. What are you getting at?” 

Again, he took her by the hand out into their garage. He gave the same command: “Look around… REALLY look.”

Raina was starting to relax a bit and found herself enjoying this little game. She threw her arms around his neck and teased, “Jake!! I love you!! You’re buying me a new car, aren’t you? That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

They both knew that her car was new enough. He pulled her arms from his neck and asked again “are you happy with what you see here?” 

“Of course. I love my car and I’m glad to have a garage to keep it in. Remember what it was like on nights like this when the cars sat out because we didn’t have a garage?”

They chatted back and forth about all the times they had to dig a car out from under the snow until finally, Jake took her hand again and said “Okay, let’s go.” 

He led her to the family room where they discussed their need to spend more time there with one another. He led her to the living room where they talked of new furniture. And then one by one, he led her to each bedroom.

They talked about each of their children and how proud they are of them. They talked about the previous year’s adjustment to their now empty nest. And then finally…. Finally….Jake led Raina into their own bedroom. 

A wave came over her as she knew the questions he would ask. They’d been to a number of rooms and Jake had asked the exact same questions of her in every room.  Raina felt her stomach tie into one huge knot as she realized that THIS… their bedroom was the end all of this adventure Jake had taken her on. 

Two things raced through her mind. She knew she had to think quick. And she knew she had to be careful. Jake had always been the most considerate of lovers. Her needs were always met. She wondered how damaging the truth might be to him. She wondered if she would be able to find the words to tell him that even though her needs have been met she’s had many, many nights of unfulfilled wants. Could she dare to tell him the truth? It felt like an opportunity was before her that she might never have again.

Another thing that raced through her mind was a feeling of pain. Was she not satisfying him? Did he want more? What could he possibly want? She had always been willing to fulfill every desire that he conveyed to her. If he wanted more, he just needed to say so.

Raina couldn’t stand it. She was about to explode. When Jake told her to look around and asked if she was happy with their lives in their bedroom she felt tears well up in her eyes. She felt her throat begin to tighten. She wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to talk. 

Finally she looked up into his eyes and said “Honey… Please… Please just tell me what this is all about.”

He swallowed hard and said, “Alright. I’ll tell you, but not in here. Let’s go out to the kitchen and put some coffee on.”

As Raina started the coffee, Jake collected his thoughts and planned his approach. 

She placed his coffee before him as she sat down with her own across from him. 

“Now, will you please tell me? Jake, what’s going on?”

He told her that he didn’t know where to begin but then finally it all came pouring out. He reminded her how he loves her more than life itself. He told her that never once has he regretted marrying her. But….

“Raina, you are a terrific wife… in bed…. I mean. I have cherished our sex life from day one… but…”

“But….tell me Jake. Just tell me.” 

“I want more”

“More? Jake I’ve rarely turned you down in all our years together.”

“I don’t mean quantity, Raina.” 

Her heart fell. She knew if it wasn’t quantity he was after, it must be the quality. Her voice began to quiver as she realized…

Jake laughed “no no no that’s not what I mean. Sweetheart you are a fantastic lover. I mean more different… not more more.” 

“More more? More different? What do you want?”

Suddenly Jake felt that shameful feeling again but he continued, “Raina it’s always the same. Same technique, same style, same time, same place, same way… every time. Don’t you ever want to ….ummm…. mix it up a little?” 

Raina wasn’t sure where the words came from but answered Jake with, “Well…ummm… yes…ummm…. Okay. I have fantasies too!” 

And that was all it took. 

Jake raised an eyebrow, “oh, really? Tell me about them.” 

Raina blushed but somehow knew that after all these years it was going to be okay if she told him the truth. 

“Sometimes I think about what it would be like if you ummm… well…. Ummm… quit being so damn nice in the bedroom and used a little more ummmm…. dominance.”

“Dominance?”

Uh-oh. Raina felt her face flush.

“This is embarrassing to admit even to you, Jake, but all my life I’ve wanted a man who knows when to take charge.”

“Take charge?”

“Yes, take charge.”

“You mean like boss you around and stuff?”

“Well… maybe….” 

“I see,” Jake said. “And I’m assuming you’re talking sexually, right?”

“Well .. yeah… I mean no one wants to be bossed around twenty four seven. You know how Chip is with Janet? I could never live like that.” 

“Yeah he can be a real jerk. I could never treat you like that.” 

“Good because that’s not even what I’m talking about… hey, isn’t this supposed to be about you?” 

Jake was thoughtful for a minute and then asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” 

“Well, there have been times… a lot of times actually when I’ve wanted to do just that.”

“How so?

“Well I’ve often wondered what it would be like to order you to the bedroom… to tell you to take all your clothes off and wait for me.”

“Okay, now you’re talking.”

“But Raina, you’re such a ‘good girl’ so I’ve never been able to be a ‘bad boy.’”

“Oh Jake, we’re married!! If we can’t be bad with each other, then who can we be bad with?” 

Jake was thoughtful again. “Raina, we’ve come this far, I might as well tell you the rest of my fantasy.” 

Raina teased, “There’s more? Should I be afraid?”

Jake got a twinkle in his eye and raised his eyebrow again. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“I’m not sure what you think happens to them but I know what SHOULD happen to them.”

“So would you be willing to be a bad girl for me?”

“Only if you’re willing to show me what happens to girls when they’re bad.” 

He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. With all the firmness he could manage at that moment he said, “Baby, bad girls get spanked.”

~o~

My thanks to my friend. I wish she would write more. I have several more great stories that are in several parts so please come back next week. New stories are always welcome, you can send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com