Fantasy Friday -- The Beginning

I love this story because we all had to have (or will have) a beginning point in our spanking live. Whether or not you and your partner are both rabid spanko or one of you is vanilla, someone had to bring it up the first time. So read and enjoy!

The Beginning

Dawn had been spending a lot of time lately thinking about how to best approach the subject. She really wanted to share this private part of herself with the man she loved so much and had shared the last 24 years of her life with. They had raised children together. Bought houses, cars and made many other important life choices together, yet to share this part of her would be difficult. Of course she knew he loved her and would do whatever he could to make her happy.

This was just a little off the norm. It could be normal for many people but not the norm for her or Brad. She and Brad had met in college and went together for several years before they decided to marry. They pretty much stayed in the same area where they met. They attended the same church, lived in the same community and neither of them every traveled more than 10 miles to work. The thought of what she wanted just wasn’t an everyday occurrence in their world. Yet she knew it was what she wanted. Dawn promised herself she would find a way and tell him soon, perhaps tonight.

It was Friday night Brad’s favorite day of the week and the beginning of what he hoped would be great weekend. Brad thought to himself as he walked in the door, a whole weekend alone with his beautiful wife and sweetheart. When he came into the house he found Dawn in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. “Hi Baby Girl I am so looking forward to this weekend”! He came up to her as he always did and immediately kissed her on the back of the neck and then on her soft lips.

Dawn loved his touch it always made her tingle all the way to her toes. Brad then gave her a hug and a playful swat on the bottom and went about feeding the dogs and talking about his day. Dawn tried to pay attention but was wondering about the swat and if maybe he, had any hidden desires. This was a rare occasion for Dawn and Brad to be alone in their own home without any children. They had 3 children. The oldest daughter had married about a year ago. Their son had gone away to college last month. The youngest daughter was still in high school but was away on a class biology trip for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until Sunday evening. It was the best chance Dawn would have to introduce Brad to her inner desire. She returned to reality with Brad standing in front of her asking why she was going to boil the dish rag. They both laughed but Brad could sense Dawn had something on her mind. Dawn proceeded to make a quite edible meal for the just the two of them.

After dinner was done and cleaned up they sat at the table together for a few minutes discussing what they might do with their time alone this weekend. Perhaps a movie, a concert or a visit to some location they had wanted to check out. They finally decided on a hike up to a waterfall in a nearby canyon. For the Saturday night they were thinking about going out to dinner and maybe a movie at home.

After deciding what they would do this weekend Dawn became quiet and a little withdrawn. Brad again got the feeling that she wanted to talk about something but was having a hard time deciding how to share it with him. Finally he just asked “what is it baby girl, what’s on your mind?” Dawn became very shy and took a deep breath and decided she would just be out with it and see how he would react. After all she had only gone over the expected conversation in her own mind at least a hundred times. She might as well be out with it and see how he took the news that his precious “baby girl” was a spanko.

Brad sat quietly waiting for her answer, he could tell she was nervous and he began to wonder what would cause her to be so upset. He just wanted to hold her and help her share with him whatever was on her mind. He took her in his arms and told her “baby girl you know you can tell me anything I’m always here for you”. Dawn gained strength as he held her and finally asked if they could sit on the couch together and she promised him she would try to tell him what was on her mind.

As they moved to the couch Dawn sat as close to Brad as was possible she wanted to feel his love for her as she tried to explain what it was she wanted to share with him. Finally she spoke “Brad I’ve been thinking about something for a long time and I don’t want you to laugh or comment until I say all of it, I’ve had these feelings just about as long as I can remember, since I was a child. Dawn took a deep breathe “I want for you to spank me”.

The expression on Brad’s face spoke volumes but he said nothing and waited for Dawn to continue. Seeing that Brad didn’t fall apart and that his face even showed signs of pleasure with what she was saying, she continued at a breathless pace. “Not like for punishment all the time but for fun and for real. I want a real spanking that would hurt and maybe even sometimes make me cry. You could even tell me to take down my pants and even my panties and spank my bare bottom if you wanted too, it could be erotic sometimes. You could tell me to undress completely and watch. Think of the possibilities you would have my bare willing bottom on your lap and easy access to other fun locals. You would also have a happy submissive partner willing to do what ever they were told. I have often dreamed of you taking me over your knee and giving me a spanking. I know this is a little off the norm for folks like us but, I have been doing a little research on the internet and it is not as uncommon as you might think, spanking is the most common of sex kinks”.

Brad was a little taken back at his wife’s request but the thought of her willing vulnerable bare bottom over his lap was far from unappealing. In fact he had considered the thought of spanking her cute little bottom on more than one occasion but had always limited himself to an occasional swat or two, sometimes just for fun, sometimes during sex or other times when Dawn was starting on a rampage. It did seem to curtail her rampage for a bit but it didn’t always keep it from coming. Now her she was asking him to spank her, giving her consent to one of his fondest dreams! He considered how best to respond and put Dawn at ease.

Carefully he spoke “Baby Girl you know I would do anything to make you happy. I too have thought about spanking your adorable little bottom more than once or twice. Now that you bring it up you have never really objected to any of the swats I’ve giving you over the years, sometimes I even got the feeling that you liked them and wanted more but I thought it must be my imagination, how could a sweet beautiful competent young women want some Neanderthal spanking her bottom”. Dawn just had to interrupt “it wouldn’t be like that you just taking me by the hair and dragging me back to your cave against my will, although that might make a fun role play sometime. It would always be with my consent and participation. It would always be done with our love for one another at the center of the spanking bringing us closer together. The how to spank websites even advise that we have a safe word that if I said the safe word you would stop immediately and make sure I was OK”.

Now Brad became quiet for a bit and then told Dawn he had a few questions. “What if I came home from work and told you to go to our room pull down your pants and panties and bend over the bed and wait for me would you do it? Dawn’s answer was quick “In a heart beat honey so long as no one else especially the kids would know what was going on”. Brad continued “so this would be just between you and me then, no one else is to know?” Dawn answered “definitely, no one else is to know just our little secret. You could whisper in my ear if I were behaving badly that you would spank me later if I didn’t change my attitude or that I would be spanked later for my behavior. You know how sometimes I get all cranky and mean I’m usually very stressed at that point and if you could find a way to take me some place private and spank my bottom it could help me release that stress and help me return to my normal happy self. You could even use an implement like a belt or a paddle if you thought it was needed. Your spanking might even make me cry sometimes but, don’t worry too much about hurting me, we’ll have a safe word and I promise to use it if it is more than I can stand.

Brad thought for a minute “you seriously mean if you got into one of those rampage modes I could just take you away to a private place and spank you, even with my belt or if I couldn’t do right then I could let you know it would happen later. “Yes” Dawn answered. Brad smiled at the thought of finally finding a way to help his wife stop the occasional rampage that wasn’t consistent with the rest of his beautiful wife’s temperament.

Dawn also shared with Brad that she liked being submissive to him and having him take care of her. Spanking could provide another way of expressing their love for one another. Brad smiled a big grin “well you’ve convinced me and like I said I would do anything for your happiness and if it brings us closer together, all the better, I think it will make me happy too”! Brad then pulled Dawn up and into his arms and gave her the biggest strongest hug he then unbuttoned and lowered her jeans took her hands in his and said to her “Baby girl I want you to go put these precious little hands on that wall over there and stick out that beautiful bottom of yours”. He then began spanking her sassy little bottom that she stuck out further with each swat. After about 20 of these he lowered her pretty little pink panties and she shook them to the floor. He then applied another 20 or so well placed spanks unto her pretty pink little behind and very much enjoyed turning it a bright red. He then took her in his arms and held her tight until her breathing slowed and she caught her breathe. Dawn had the sweetest content smile on her face.

Brad then undressed himself and picked Dawn up and carried her back to the couch where he helped her over his knee. She began moaning for his touch. Brad didn’t disappoint as he quickly removed that rest of her clothes and began exploring her most private girl parts. He then alternated between touching and spanking. She quickly came in his hands with more force than ever before. He continued touching, exploring, spanking and causing this now wild girl to cum repeatedly. He then commanded her to get on her hands and knees on the floor, she quickly obeyed and he was within her in a split second. They both orgasamed together so hard they shook, something that had not happened in years. They fell to the floor wrapped in each others arms both of them spent yet feeling fully satisfied, fulfilled and completely loved. Both Brad and Dawn were very much looking forward to their time alone together this weekend and were already feeling the closeness and love spanking can bring.


So who wrote ‘The Beginning’? Was it me because I can get so few of my friends to send in stories? Was it Sally, a commenter without a blog, who wants to make her voice heard? Was it Maggie telling us what she hopes will happen – or has it? Or was it Dove who started spanking not too long ago and we know writes about it at times. Vote, and come back Monday to see if you were right.

Fantasy Friday Surey

Who wrote "The Begining"? PK Sally Maggie Dove Current Results

Pain!

What a day. In case we are taking a vote I am 100% against kidney stones! I started getting that ‘uh-oh’ feeling last night just before I went to bed. I had little twinges all night but nothing major and I tried to convince myself that it was just something I ate. Morning rolled around and I got up and came to the living room. When I sat down and realized I was hurting too much to pick up the computer I knew it was bad! Nick had to call work for me and that was a first. I did manage to call Eva who would have wondered if I had fallen off the face of the Earth if she hadn’t heard from me. And I know she would have done the same for me. We don’t like to be out of touch.

It has been a fuzzy day. When I could keep the pain med down I just felt loopy and sleepy (which is way better than pain) but I really hate that ‘out of it’ feeling too. I am feeling much better this evening and hopefully I will be able to go to work tomorrow. And a very special thanks you to my wonderful husband. Just knowing Nick was here always makes me feel better! He called the doctor for me and got all the advice they could give. He went to the drug store and grocery store for me. I would tell you he has really petted and pampered me because I felt so bad but in truth you guys know he does that every day anyway. But, bless his heart, he also let me skip the gym today! What a guy!

Sick or not I have a brand new Fantasy Friday story going up this week so don't forget to come back for that!

Ho Ho Ho!

I am feeling better today. The world keep turning and I will just spin along with it until everything feels better again. I should have said yesterday that the children that over heard the rude boy were much more upset than I was and they all were very indignant for me. Most of the kids are really wonderful.

I sent many of you this video yesterday because I didn't know how to post it but the smart twin did know how and she fixed it for me so here it is for everyone else. It was sent to me by my RL sister. I guess she was really listening when I came out to her! Enjoy...

Is this menopause?

I don’t know what is wrong with me. Usually when I am down I know why. The reasons might be silly to anyone but me but at least I know what they are. Things are very well with Nick and me. LJ was cast for a play for next semester and he is very happy. Mollie is doing well in high school and is on the track team. Work is going fine. All is well yet I have been fighting depression for several days now. I have been close to tears several times over absolute nothing. Then today I had a kid tell me to ‘F*** off’ but that didn’t even faze me. We have a new boss and I knew he wouldn’t do anything about it so I just wouldn’t let myself get worked up over it.

But about the time I got off work today I just felt awful, depressed, out of it, not myself. I hate feeling this way. I came home crawled under a blanket and went to sleep. When I woke up I went to the gym out of habit and I went through the motions but I really wasn’t into it. I am not really complaining this doesn’t happen often and it usually doesn’t last long but I really wish I knew what caused it.

Outing myself

I wanted to tell you all about outing myself to my sister. It wasn’t something I was really planning to do and it came about gradually. She is an excellent writer. She writes fan fiction on the internet and has for years. She’s good, and has won many awards out here. She also has her own group of internet friends that she gets together with twice every year.


So I would talk about my internet friends some. I eventually used the word blog, and talked about writing stories. She wanted to read some but I declined telling her that she was the writer and not me. While that was true I just didn’t plan on sharing the fact that Nick spanked me and that I loved it.

But the more I thought about it the more I just didn’t care. I was a grown up and spanking is a wonderful thing in our lives. I am not ready to take out an ad in our local paper but I am not embarrassed about revealing something that has had such a positive effect on my life, at least not to my sister.

So the next time she pestered me I explained to her that I would tell her and share some stories but that I did not want to talk about what she will be learning about me in front of other.

I sent her several stories from different authors. It didn't take a genius to realize what my secret was! She asked how long I had felt this way and I told her since I could remember but that I had only shared with Nick after 23 years of marriage.

Her response to the first stories was cute. First she did ask if I was only into receiving or did I spank too. I told her I was definately the one who got spanked I am not a spanker. She ended the email with --

"May I have another?"

So I sent her Bonnie's Reunion and Nick's The Road trip. This was what she had to say about them.

I really enjoyed the story - Reunion - more fleshed out than the others and I liked that. Also this one seems like he was a nice guy and she was curious as opposed to punished. The first one, Road Trip, bothered me and I read it again to find out why. It's that he feels like he can punish her like a child and she takes it, even thinks she deserves it. You know I'm a feminist from way back - even arguing with the preacher about it when I was twelve, so that rankles a bit. The writing is good, it just trips my trigger.

That's when I was able to tell her a lot more.

Ahhhh... now you are getting to the very core of it. We (spankos) only believe in 100% consensual adult spanking! Now many of us have gotten to the point in our lives where we want to give up some control. We know we can take care of ourselves and everyone around us but sometimes is SUCKS and we like the idea of giving up some of this control to the men who love us. We want to just relax sometimes and be taken care of. Even be bossed around sometimes. Most of us did not get to this level of comfort with releasing control until our 40's or later.

Here is how my friend Lilly put it –

If someone says "you really shouldn't...." or “I wish you wouldn’t…” to a spanko - it's like saying - I care, but really you are on your own with this...”

When they say" No!...." well to a spanko - that really says he loves me enough to put his foot down and follow up - hold me accountable - to insure I do what I need to do take care of myself" It's like they truly have your back (or hmmm... bottom!)

This is called D/d Domestic discipline. It’s kind of interesting to be able to try to explain this to someone who is vanilla (that’s you). We often write on the blogs trying to better understand ourselves but we are usually preaching to the choir.

It runs the gambit. I know folks out here who live a slave/master lifestyle complete with collar and everything. Where that is not our style they seem very happy and so I am happy for them. Many out here are into spanking just for the erotic fun of it. That is were Nick is, I wouldn’t mind more discipline – we only go there about the diet. But some of my friends can count on a spanking for a variety of things. Being general bitchy is one common reason, for this reason I don’t think you would want your honey to try this! LOL!!

It's a lifestyle that we enjoy very much. Most spankos I talk with have had these longing since pre-puberty. Every one of my friends has willingly given this gift (of submission, in some degree or another) to her husband or significant other.

And have you notice the change in me – not just the weight loss - but in how happy I am? Nick and I are closer than I ever imagined we could be. And I never expected to be so happy.

Well that was what I told her and in telling her I discovered something. She saw it as no big deal. I am not suggesting anyone out themselves I am just saying that if you are over heard or leave a paddle on the couch and it is discovered by a friend. Laugh it off, they will get a giggle out of it but even after I gave this explanation to my sister she has no clue. She thinks it just a little somthing we do as foreplay occassionally. No one other than a fellow spanko is going to understand the depth of what spanking means to us and if they are already spankos there is no problem!

A few of my favorite things

I have always loved Julie Andrews and I know most of us grew up with The Sound of Music. Someone sent me this email the other day and I really liked it. I thought you might like it although none of us are really old enough to understand what in the world she is talking about!

To commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she performed was "My Favorite Things" from the legendary movie "Sound Of Music."

Here are

the actual lyrics she used:


Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting, Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillac's and cataracts, and hearing aids and glasses, Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, these are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short, shrunken frames, When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache,
When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad.

Don't forget to come back next Friday for another great Fantasy Friday story!!

Well I can cook -- if I have to!

Eva implied the other day that I did not cook. Well not so much implied as stated it implicitly. Well actually she is right, I don’t. But I can. I just don’t like to. We will be at my in-laws for our Thanksgiving meal tomorrow. Although my MIL is perfectly capable of doing the meal herself we all try to bring something. Usually somewhere between those volunteering for breads, desserts, sweet potato casseroles and stuffing I will volunteer to bring the plates and cups.

But this year I am actually bring food and so I am giving you my recipe. Well it’s not my recipe; it’s something my mom used to make.

Curried Fruit

¾ stick butter or margarine

1 Cup packed light brown sugar

1 tsp curry powder

1 can of the following fruits

peaches

pears

pineapple (sliced or chunk)

1jar spiced apples

Maraschino cherries

Mix butter, sugar and curry powder and bring to boil. Drain fruit and arrange in a baking dish. Pour hot sauce over fruit. Bake at 350 until it bubbles (about 30 to 40 minutes). Serve hot.

Not exactly diet food but it smells fantastic and it is also pretty dish. I think it’s best if you are cooking at home. It can be a little messy to transport. But I usually do it anyway.

I am not going to put up a Fantasy Friday this week. Sorry folks but some very good stories have been submitted and I don’t want these stories to get lost in the hustle and bustle of traveling and holidaying! But come by I will post something for those of you out and about in blog land over the Thanksgiving holiday. Nothing spectacular but since I won’t have to spend a lot of time cooking I will see who is here. Everyone have a wonderful weekend!!

HACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hack!!

Hack!!!

Guess who??

Eva, of course.

I can't take it.

I want back in the public eye so here's what I've done.... I'm removing all references to my occupation from my blog. If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong but honestly, my site is pretty mild anyhow, don't you think?

So I had to hack in here to let you know that I'm back in the public eye but won't talk about my occupation there anymore.

And there's a reason..... my twin here... Bless her heart but she's being evil to me and it's time you all knew about it so go on... click on the picture of the laptops up there with our hands and hop on over to my site. I'll tell you there what's going on. And you know if I said it, it's true. My twin is the one who claims to be a liar, not me!!!!

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Of course you do realize this is all in fun and I love my twin more than my own sister. Wait. I don't have a sister. But you know what I mean, right??

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I added my answer to this nonsense at Eva's site. And while I don't want anyone to think I am completive or anything I have now posted more than Eva has!

Fantasy Friday Reveal

I told a few of my friends already but yesterday morning was very traumatic for me. My computer cord quit working! I knew the cord had been damaged and I had ordered a new one but it was back ordered! I really thought I was screwed until my wonderful, intelligent, all knowing husband was able to splice the wire and get it working for me for the time being. I love you Nick!! Now everyone keep your fingers crossed.

Nick came up with the best line last night and I just had to share with you all. I had been reading aloud some of Eva’s emails erroneously stating that she was going to win the weigh loss challenge. Mollie kept asking “Well what happens if you win and what happens if you lose?” I was pretty much ignoring her. But Nick gave me the best line and when she started up again I said “Well Mollie, if I get beat I just get beat!” Boy it feel go good to be totally honest with her!

Now for the important part of this post! Didn’t you just love Fantasy Friday this week?? As one of the comments said I want this doctor’s number! Most of you seemed to think it was Eve – 59%! This was a good guess since most of you would think my own twin would write a FF for me. Yeah, you would thing so wouldn’t you? But anyway it wasn’t her. Eva thought it was Nick who got 11% of the vote. Wasn’t him. Todd got the second highest percent at 22. But once again wrong, wrong, wrong!!

It was Scout!!! She doesn’t have a blog but as you can see by her writing she should!! I got to know her through her comments and her participation in the spanking diet group at Todd and Suzy’s. So congratulations to Scout!! Feel free to leave her a comment here and encourage her to keep on writing!! Thanks Scout!!!!

A word from my twin

The following is what Eva posted on her blog today with my corrections in red. There is a contest in the works and we wanted everyone to know about it. Help us out here with any ideas you might have. If you haven’t read the Fantasy Friday this week go here and don’t forget to vote!

The ticker's down 3 1/2 pounds this week and my twin?

Get this!!!!

You won't believe what she has asked of me now!!

First off, we were talking back and forth in email at work the other day and she was whining.

Yes.

Whining.

She is lying I was not whining one bit. I was just stating a simple fact!

My twin was whining big time about how no one posts details anymore.. that even she and I don't tell each other stuff like we used to.

I do believe there's a good reason for that. I guess I feel like she's heard it all from me before so why repeat the same old stuff? I figure if there's ever anything new then I'll tell her. I think many of us are in that mindset. I like hearing that my friends are being spanked and having hot monkey sex! For all I can tell most of you have become nuns!

If there's something new to tell, I'll tell it. Why repeat it? Because I want to hear it, that’s why!

Ahhhh.... but I've been thinking... maybe there are readers out there who this is new to and it's NOT the same old thing to them. Like my twin says, these blogs are helpful to newbies to the spanko life. That of course tears me up when I think of being private. I don't like being private after all but feel like my back is against the wall and I have no choice.

Anyhow, back to my twin..... post some details of your own for her, would you?? (thanks Grace) But not only was she whining about details and such she also CHANGED OUR CHALLENGE on me!!!

I had told her in October that my weight would catch hers by Christmas. I factored in that she's losing but I'm losing faster because of my gastric bypass. Now all of a sudden she wants a BIG challenge in a BIG way!!

And - get this - she's blaming it on Nick. It was Nick so help me! I was telling him about the challenge and he said that mathematically that date leaned heavily in your favor and that if we changed it to the 15 that it would make us both have to really work to keep up our weekly average or lose in the other sense!

She said he did the math. He figured our averages and that we should weigh the same by her birthday which is - in case you forgot - December 15th.

C.C, you're on it, right?

Good!!

Spread the word everyone. We'll have a party that day at PK's site.

Anyhow, she wants to take 10 days ... ten WHOLE DAYS off the initial challenge.

Sheesh.

I think we can see here who the whiner is!

She's killing me!!!

And - get this... the weights have to be verified by Nick and Adam because she admits that she's a liar!!!!! I’m not really a liar, but when I panic I sometimes become creative, that’s it I’m creative!

Wait.

There's more.

The winner gets a good girl while the loser has to pay by being spanked with the implement of the winner’s choice. (And the loser must post in detail about the spanking. The winner is encouraged to write about her good girl too!)

Sounds good except for that ten day thingy!!! (Whiner)

Can I do it in less than a month?

Well guess what? I do believe I can....

So, PK - my twin - my best friend - I have just one thing to say to you.... Bring it on, babe.

It's on.

My weight will be below yours by December 15th or you will get to pick the implement for me.... How about this... want to up the ante a bit? How about THREE implements of the winner’s choice??

You up for it??

Up for it?? Am I up for it?! You better believe it!! I am already mentally going over your toys and deciding which one I want him to use on you! And although I am sure you will tell me the truth you can’t cheat!! Adam, don’t let her. She is supposed to eat when she is supposed to. No skipping meal, she has to stay healthy!

Now if any of you have suggestions as to how to make this more interesting just let us know. I also want to encourage our friends to make their own side bets with your spanker to see which of us will win. Let spread the spankings around! We will be sure to post all information on both sites to keep everyone updated.

Oh yeah and Nick did say that the picture above must be from after Dec. 15!

Fantasy Friday - The Therapy Session

I am so happy to bring you another Fantasy Friday story. I really like this one so today you get to relax and read. After you enjoy the story make your best guess as to who wrote it. Leave a comment with your thoughts on the story but don’t give away your vote!

Therapy Session

Jan and Ted Coles sat in separate wingback chairs, across the desk from Dr. Baird Winslow. They were nervous as they watched the bespectacled psychologist, a noted marriage counselor and therapist, shuffle his notes. Ted glanced at his wife, whose gaze was in her lap. He reached over the arms of the chairs, and picked up her hand. He smiled at her as he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

Dr. Winslow smiled, too, as he looked up at them. “There’s very good news for you,” he began, “the tests, questionnaires, surveys and interviews all indicate that you will be just fine – better than you ever believed, in fact.”

Jan and Ted exhaled.

The doctor continued, “You are, as individuals, well grounded, robust and resilient people. You both can be characterized as practical and hard working. You have a genuine affection, admiration and deep love for the other. You are going to be just fine.”

There was a pause, and finally Ted spoke. “I’m – we’re – relieved to hear that, Dr. Winslow. We don’t doubt that we love each other, as we told you a month ago when we came here. But there’s no denying we’ve had problems over the last few years. We’re not intimate like we used to be – and I don’t just mean sexually. We’ve been going through the motions, but we haven’t shared life as a couple in a long while.”

Jan spoke up, too. “Is it unrealistic to expect it to be as close as it was in the beginning? Do all married couples lose intensity in their relationship over time? I mean, we’ve had kids, and jobs, and stress over the years. Is the problem that we’re not adjusting to something that happens inevitably?” She looked distressed.

Dr. Winslow looked at her steadily, and then spoke. “There is no inevitable anything in marriage,” he said. “Mrs. Coles, come with me. I’m going to show you something that is going to change your marriage forever, and will restore all intensity and emotional connection that you’ve been missing.”

The doctor rose and Jan followed his lead. They walked together to a small table against the far wall. It was covered with a white cloth, but there were obviously objects underneath the covering. The doctor lifted the cloth by its hem and withdrew it with a flourish, exposing a small collection of paddles and straps. Jan Coles gasped, and immediately colored. Dr. Winslow could see her neck, face and ears blushing red, and he nodded to himself. Ted Coles, still seated in his chair, couldn’t see what his wife beheld, but was curious to know what provoked her reaction.

Dr. Winslow spoke, in a firm voice: “Mrs. Coles, you will take this – “he handed her a small, oval-shaped leather paddle – “and you will hold it behind your back as you stand in this corner –“he indicated the corner to the left behind his desk –“and you will not move or make a sound as I talk with your husband. If you do, I will come over to the corner and I will paddle you with this (he held up a rectangular piece of wood four times the size of the paddle that Jan now held). Do you understand?”

“Now hold on . . .” Ted rose from his chair, unsure what the doctor was doing, and even more uncertain what he would do to stop it.

Dr. Winslow turned to him. “Mr. Coles, I know this is unusual and unexpected for you. Please let Mrs. Coles decide if she’ll proceed, and then I assure you that you and I will have an illuminating conversation.”

Ted looked at Jan. To his astonishment, she turned to the doctor, said, “I understand,” and crossed the floor to the designated corner, where she stood with the small paddle held at her tailbone. The two men watched her in silence for a moment; Dr. Winslow indicated the two wing chairs, and they sat down.

“Mr. Coles,” Dr. Winslow began, “your wife loves you deeply and yearns for a deeper emotional connection with you. She wants to tell you her most innermost feelings, fears, desires and hopes. But she’s inhibited by a fear you’ll reject her on some level, so she keeps things inside.”

“Your own tests show you to be a highly self-confident leader. You are analytical and rational, yet also visionary and of an “expansive” mind. You have proven yourself in business, where you are well respected and successful. In your relationship with your wife, your tests reveal a certain frustration with things, and a desire to be the recognized leader of your relationship.”

“In sum, Mr. Coles, you have the natural makings of a dominant in your relationship, and Mrs. Coles is, organically, in regards to her feelings to you, at least, a submissive. You two are made for each other.”

Ted was silent, taking in the information. He looked at his wife, standing with her back to him, her fingers wrapped around the handle of the paddle. “So you’re telling me to dominate my wife physically? I could never hurt Jan – the idea is repugnant to me!” Ted spoke with his fists clenched.

Dr. Winslow nodded at him. “I’m advising you, with your wife’s consent, to spank her. I can tell you from years of working with couples whose profiles are similar to yours that spanking will bring you closer, will open lines of communication, will lead to more frequent and fulfilling sexual intimacy, and will satisfy your conscious and subconscious desires to assume the natural role in your relationship. One of my mentors told me early on, ‘The couples that spanks, stays together.’ I’ve seen it myself, and he’s right.”

“As far as hurting Mrs. Coles goes, you have to learn how to administer a spanking the correct way. `You should put her over your lap, well supported, and spank her on the meat of her bottom – not up too high. Start slowly and build up, and that’s all there is to it. You’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly. In fact, I think it’s time you saw the demonstration.” The doctor rose and addressed Jan, “Mrs. Coles, come over here now, please.” He moved to the couch.

Jan gulped, and turned slowly. She saw the doctor, sitting on the couch and lightly patting his thigh. She began to walk toward him, and then changed course and approached her husband. Standing in front of him, she held out the paddle to him and said softly, “There is only one person I can ever imagine spanking me, and that’s Ted. Will you do it, darling?”

Ted rose, took his wife’s hand in his left and relieved her of the paddle with his right. He led her to the couch, where Dr. Winslow relinquished his seat with a sigh. “Would you like me to advise you? Give you some pointers as you go along?” There was a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

“Just some privacy, please,” Jan responded. As Ted took the doctor’s place on the couch, Jan put herself across his lap. Dr. Winslow, on his way out the door, caught a glimpse of Jan’s pantyhose-covered bottom as Ted lifted her skirt and slip and began to spank her tentatively with his hand.

At first he said nothing, embarrassed to be doing what he found himself doing at all. After a few minutes, though, when Jan hadn’t protested, he spanked harder and faster, and began to talk. “Jan, you’ve had this coming for quite some time. You’ve been moody, evasive and sullen. From now on, you’re going to talk to me, and not retreat from me, do you understand?”

“Yes, Ted, I do,” Jan was breathing fast as her husband rained down spanks on her behind. The smacks grew in number, severity and rapidity. “I wish I had been more open with you; I’m sorry I wasn’t.”

“You’re going to be a lot more sorry before I’m finished with you,” Ted assured her. He stopped spanking for a moment to rub his hand, then pulled Jan’s pantyhose and panties down to her mid-thighs. He could make out handprints – his handprints – on her faintly blushing bottom. It wasn’t as red as he thought it would be. He picked up the paddle, and brought it down smartly on each cheek, raising an immediate red spot on each side and an exclamation from Jan.

“There are going to be some changes, young lady, and they’re going to start right now.” Ted used the paddle as though a metronome were dictating its cadence. Rhythmically he brought it down first on the right side, then the left. He avoided skin that had already turned bright red, and in that way worked on painting her entire backside crimson.

“You’re going to meet your responsibilities to me and to our family,” he continued, “and you’re going to lose the short temper and snippy attitude you’ve been copping.” Ted paddled some more, and Jan squirmed and twisted and kicked her heels. Her bottom stung like fury, and the blows that landed on the sides of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs caused her particular distress. “Yes, Ted,” she agreed, “I will. Please stop for a minute – can I get my breath? It’s really hurting!”

“I do believe it’s supposed to hurt,” Ted answered her. “I’m almost finished here, but know this – I will not hesitate (three particularly hard spanks landed as he spoke these words) to spank you from now on if I feel you’ve earned it. Understood?”

“Yes! Please stop!”

“Yes, sir, you mean?” Ted delivered another round of hard, rapid spanks.

“Yes, sir! I understand!”

To Jan’s relief the spanking stopped. She felt her husband’s gentle touch again; he lightly ran his fingers over her reddened bottom, and then rubbed more firmly. He rubbed her back with his left hand. Jan, though she was still bare-bottomed across her husband’s lap, in a doctor’s office, felt calm and also incredibly aroused. She thrust her pelvis into Ted’s thigh and rubbed against the fabric of his suit trousers. She waited to hear from him that she was permitted to get up and restore order to her clothing.

Ted looked into her eyes. “My bride has another wifely duty to conduct at home,” he said with a wry smile. He put her hand on the front of his pants, and she smiled at the stiffness she encountered there. They scurried from the doctor’s office like newlyweds bound for the honeymoon suite.

Now is you chance! Come on you can do it. Give it your best guess!

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "The Therapy Session" Scout Eva Todd Nick Current Results

Sad

I found myself feeling sad all day today and I could put my finger on why. I talked to Eva about it (as usual) but 'why' would not surface. I got emails from Mthc and Carye too. But it wasn’t until I got home and read Cassie comments that the reason for my sadness hit me. I had talked to Eva about this but I didn’t know it was still bothering me.

I am sad that so many of my friends have gone private. I am not saying that they shouldn’t have! I know these women very well and the reasons they have are extremely valid and I think each of them did exactly the right thing. I am not saying one word against them but I am remembering when I first began reading and commenting our here. I got hooked hard and fast when I found blogs. I was getting up early and going to bed late as I cruised around reading blogs, comments, responses to comments – everything (now remember it was summer and I had a lot of time on my hands!)

I remember early on, I think I had only had my blog for a week or two, when Bonnie posted that she was taking a break for a short time. I was devastated! I mean poor Bonnie was only taking a vacation for a few weeks but I was so upset that she wasn’t going to be there daily for me. Okay, granted I was too obsessed but I can just imagine how I would have felt if 3 or 4 of my favorite blogs had gone private at that time. I would have been crushed, and if I had only started reading a few months ago what wonderful friends I would have missed.

So I am sad, not for me, I am one of the lucky ones. I can read the blogs that have gone private, I can email these friends. I am sad for Denise and all the other lurkers that had come to know them through their blogs but now are shut out. Not because of anything they have done but just because of how things are.

There is one thing I can say to lurkers – come out and talk to us. Those folks that have to go private for various reasons couldn't invite you if they didn't know you were here. As close as I feel to my friends here – and these are some of my best friends in the world now I did not know any of them existed 18 months age. It took commenting and ‘talking’ and I have loved every minute of it.

At this time I am not planning to go private. If I should run into any of the problems my friends have I guess I will. But you know, if someone I know finds my blog all they will really ‘discover’ is that I love my husband, we enjoy a happy, active sex life, and I like being spanked. The first two I hope people assume the latter might give them a giggle but I just don’t think that is so out of the main stream to be really shocking.

I guess the real reason I am here is to make friends with folks who are interested in spanking, I want folks to know that there are a lot of us out here and there is nothing strange about it. I guess I have ranted enough for one day. But if you are reading please let me know.

FF Reveal

I love our poems this week! Just the kid of things a spanko can really get into! A little something to stitch into a sampler an hang over a bed. I am very curious; a few of you said that your first guess wasn’t one of the choices. Who did you think it was??

The voting went as follows. Bonnie got the highest number of votes with 54%, C.C was second with 25%, Eva made a strong run toward the end receiving 17% and Purple Angel finished up with 4%. Nick liked them and was pretty sure it was Bonnie. I got a email from Eva saying it has to be C.C! Well I am glad I already knew the answer I would hate to have to decide between these two.

But in this case Eva was right. C.C is the author of these little ditties!! Thank you C.C for helping out so much with Fantasy Friday!

There is another wonderful story coming up for next Friday folks. And as of this moment that is the last. You all know I really want to keep up this series but it all depends on stories coming in. Big thanks to everyone who has helped so far. Check every Friday – if I have any stories I will post them. If not we will wait and hope for more. Anyone with a story in them, blogger, commenter or lurker I would be proud to post it for Fantasy Friday!!! Send all stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com !

Meeting Lilly

I know most of you read Cassie (and if you don’t you don’t know what you are missing) so some of you have been introduced to Lilly. She was the mastermind behind the sprayer incident! She is married to a wonderful man, who is of course a spanker, and the mother of a beautiful and intelligent little boy. Her two ‘men’ keep her too busy to blog but she emails and comments when she can. She sent me her four item meme and is letting me post it for her.

So everyone meet Lilly…

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. teacher
2. private practice w/ children w/ autism
3. slp
4. respite care

Four movies I have seen more than once:
1. All that Jazz
2. Fiddler on the Roof
3. Shrek
4. Au Revior, Les Enfants

Four places I have lived:
1. Montreal
2. The Northeast
3. Southwest
4. Where I fell in love

Four Shows that I watch (not necessarily regularly)
1. House
2. Medical Channel - anything on
3. Don't laugh! Judge Judy (drives Paul nuts!)
4. King of the Hill (for Paul)

Four places I have been:
1. Montreal
2. Top of Mt Mansfield
3. Azores
4. Barbados

Four People who e-mail me (regularly):
1. Cassie
2. PK
3. IM with Katy
4. that's it...

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Spinach & Artichoke Dip
2. Palak Paneer
3. Almond Butter
4. Coffee & Starbucks Coffee Ice cream

Four places I would rather be right now.
1. I'm perfectly happy at home with Paul and the baby
2. Alone with Paul
3. Anywhere Paul wanted to take us
4. OTK (did I really say that???)

Four things I am looking forward to this year
1. Settling into our new home
2. A trip to Montreal
3. Showing baby his first real snow!
4. Being able to see my longtime friend regularly again

Happy times
1. Every minute alone with Paul (rare these days!)
2. Hiking, laughing and playing with both my guys
3. Talking/emailing and a bit of plotting with friends
4. Singing with Paul

Thanks Lilly! And keep commenting when you have time. Don’t forget to go here to vote for the secret Fantasy Friday author! I will reveal tomorrow.

Fantasy Friday

We have a new twist in Fantasy Friday this week. Two wonderful poems from one of our all time best writers. Most of you are familiar with this persons writing so I expect you to think hard and vote wisely.

"Birthday Suit"

Oh little girl you are so cute
I'd love to see you in your birthday suit
I'd love to see you with no pants
I'd love to make you squirm and dance
I'll swat your backside really quick
I'll smack your bottom
Bring me that stick
I'll make you laugh
I'll make you cry
I'll break you of that alibi
You know you love it
You can't deny
I know you love it
You'd best not lie.

Oh, little girl, so soft and cute
I'd love to see you in your birthday suit.

"The Spank Me Ditty"

Spank me once,
No, spank me twice.
Harder, mister
Oh yeah, that's nice!

To the left
Now to the right.
You missed a spot.
Can you go all night?

Take my panties
Pull them down.
Whip the backside
Under this gown.

Smack me once!
No, smack me twice!
I think I am
in Paradise.

I love to feel you
Hard and firm.
Your discipline
Will make me squirm.

Spank my bottom.
You know it's yours.
Let's pretend
I've ignored my chores!

Spank me once.
Swat me twice.
Over your knee
Now that's so nice.

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Birthday Suit" and "The Spank Me Ditty"? Bonnie Eva C.C Purple Angel Current Results

How could he be so cruel?

I can’t believe it! Nick had gone way too far. I said all those nice things about him yesterday; well I take them all back! I am a spanko darn it, I am not into sadistic cruelty! You have no idea what I have done for that man! I borne his children, I have …..ummm, I’ve … well… Did I mention I have borne two children? Okay so I haven’t done much else but still that was no reason for cruelty.

I came home from school yesterday, late, we had to stay and give out report cards. It was almost six when I got here. I collapsed into my recliner and visited for a while with Nick and discussed our day. I looked down an saw that the laptop was not in its usually spot and I figured Nick had been printing something. After a few minutes I asked where it was. All I got was a superior look and the following smart ass quote:

“If you do what you need to do, your computer will come to you.”

What the hell! Where was my computer!! I eventually found it under two loads of laundry. I wonder how it got there? Can you believe this?? What do you suggest divorce or murder? This is my COMPUTER he was messing with! Alright! Fine! I will probably get over it, but see if I bear him any more children!

Good weekend, great talk

My past weekend was very special to me, Saturday morning specifically. I gained this week, over a pound and a half. I had not felt good all week, my back and chest hurt like I had had a cold but I hadn't. I felt very blah and all I wanted to do was sleep and eat junk food. I didn’t sleep all week but I did overeat. Although Nick had told me the week before keep a food journal (and I did that week) I didn’t mess with it last week. I was very discouraged when I sent him my assignment this week. By then I was sure I had gained. I had no idea what if anything he would do and want worried me the most was that I didn’t care – and that is really not like me!

I weigh in on Friday mornings. Nick asked what is was and seemed surprised by the gain, I had been with me eating all week and I wasn’t surprised.

No more was said about it Friday but Saturday morning I was still mostly asleep when I hear Nick latch the bedroom door and I knew something was up. Now let me back up for a minute. There is one aspect of the spanking lifestyle that we have never even tried. I knew Nick couldn’t do it and I never even asked. Scolding. He can’t do it. Not with the kids and not with me. I first notice it when the children were small. His attempts to fuss or scold sounded apologetic. I don’t mean he couldn’t blow up at a child caught in the act of writing on the walls (Mollie) or carelessly spilling poster paint on our brand new carpet (LJ). But the general fussing and scolding were left to me. Now in the strange little world of spankos some scolding is desired. But what happened Saturday morning was not scolding, it was real caring and it touched me.

After he closed the door he said we need to talk about the diet. “Why didn’t you keep the food log this week?”

I said “Well you didn’t actually say that I had to keep it this week.” He just gave me a look and so I went on a bit more honestly. “I didn’t always have the book handy and I kept forgetting to go back and write everything down.” And then even more honestly “I didn’t want you to see everything I was eating this week.”

He was serious but not mad and not pretending to be and I already felt a shift in my mood. He went on “Scales and body weight are not an exact science you have been doing great and we can look at it that the very low weight last week was a bit off and that over a 2 week period you have lost 1.2 pounds. You know how good that is. But is seems like the food journal helped and when you saw that it was helping you just stopped using it.”

He was getting right to the heart of things and as he ‘scolded’ he didn’t seem to be one bit apologetic, just serious, like he really cared. It didn’t seem like a game I had asked him to play to get him to spank me, he seemed like a concerned husband that was determined to see that I did my best. And the way he was going to do this at that moment did include a spanking – with the hairbrush. He told me I could choose what he used as a warm up and I chose his hand.

When he was ready to start for real he made me stand up and put my hands on the bed then he said I needed to ask him for what I needed. WHAT? Not us… never have before… when did this happen… what’s with Nick?... all these thought were in my head but I just did as he told me to and I quietly asked him to spank me for over indulging and for not keeping up with the journal. He said “You know I love you don’t you?” And I could tell him honestly that yes I know he does.

If we are going to start this early morning spanking I sure need to wear more to bed! Even after a warm up, over 30 solid strikes to the bare bottom with that awful hairbrush in the early morning – most right on the sit spot - can really wake a girl up! When he finished I laid back on the bed and he began rubbing my bottom. As he rubbed he said matter-of-factly “You are going to have some bruises”. I really didn’t care. Except for my burning bottom (and maybe a little because of it) I was feeling really good! And in a short time I was feeling even better. All and all, the whole thing made me feel safe. Loved, cared for and safe, it doesn’t get much better than that.