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

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008


We're here!! And guess what!!

*** clink clink ***

Hey y'all... Eva breaking in here. You need to know that PK is exaggerating just a titch with this picture of hers. First off, she did not, has not, will not shovel any snow while here with Adam and myself. For one thing, I love her too much to make her do that. For another, I LIKE to shovel it myself and for another....

Well, see, she wants you all to think she is riding out a true
northern snowstorm/blizzard. I'm surprised she hasn't told you that she's snowed in, starving to death cuz she can't get out to the store, but sipping hot cocoa while the snow is flying.


What we got yesterday is NOTHING. I told her I'll send her pictures when we get a real round of snow. In the meantime, that picture above that she posted?? LOL It should have been more like this:

Monday, December 29, 2008

We're off!

I’m all packed and ready to crawl in the car in the morning. Mollie went skiing all day today (Monday) and she is staying up late so I imagine she will sleep most of the way tomorrow. Who am I kidding; I will probably sleep most of the way tomorrow! I love to sleep in the car, except for when I am answering Eva’s text asking me if we are there yet.

I love being able to have such good friends that I can take the whole family for a visit. I mean I know we met and began our friendship because we share the fact that we are spankos. But now that is just one of the thousands of reasons our friendship continues.

I am leaving one of my loved ones at home. I mean besides LJ, the cats, the dog and the chinchilla. I am leaving my computer behind. It makes me sad but this loved one is not well. I can see her age and I foresee the necessity of a replacement in the not too distant future. I got this laptop with in weeks of discovering blogs. She had a big, big hand in changing our lives for the better and I am grateful. Eva has a computer I can use and Mollie is taking hers. So I won’t have to worry about severe withdrawal. I fear being without a computer for a significant length of time (hours) if this one does die suddenly.

So I won’t be posting this week but next week I will be able to give you my version of this snowy, winter wonderland we hear so much about. We’ll see! But I do have Fantasy Friday all ready to go. Don’t forget to come by and check it out!!

Fantasy Friday - the reveal

I didn’t get to write yesterday as I usually try to do. It’s been busy but we did have a fantastic Christmas. The whole family got together. After Christmas morning here we headed to my sisters and we really had a great time.

Mollie went to the movies with her cousin yesterday afternoon giving Nick and me about 4 hours all alone and with nothing to do. Hmmm… what to do, what to do? Well thanks to CeeCi’s suggestion we did happen to have a couple of videos from Shadow Lane we hadn’t seen yet. You can’t imagine the wonderful things that that lead to! Very, very nice afternoon, I believe I can safely say ‘a good time was had by all!’

But I am going to be very busy today. We’re headed to Eva’s tomorrow!! Can’t wait! I can’t imagine a better place to spend New Year’s Eve than with my twin and Adam!! Daughters 2 and 3 will be there too. So if I am not around much you will still know that I am having a great time. I need to finish packing, take the dog to the kennel, take down the rest of the Christmas decoration, and clean out the car. And since Eva is cooking all week I need to lose another 5 or 6 pounds before we head up that way.

But on to why you really came by today. You want to know who wrote “The Helpful Husband”. I loved the story and I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. This week Carye and K each got 21% of the votes. Tracy got 14% but 43% of you thought I wrote it. Who me?? I don’t want cleaning instructions! Nope it wasn’t me; it was K from The Naughty Side of K! She did a great job with this story and she also does a super job on her site. If you haven’t had the chance to check it our please go there and encourage her to write more and more! K thanks for participating in Fantasy Friday!! You did a great job!!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas day! Mine was great, lot of food, lots of gifts, and lots and lots of family! And all of that is great but evidently you have stolen away for a few minutes to yourself and are looking for something a little spicier than Christmas cookies. And you have found it. We have a fantastic Fantasy Friday for you!

Please enjoy…

The Helpful Husband

Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.

So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots.


Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that.

Love you baby,


Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.


Now this is a good one. Maybe this would help many of us! So are you ready to vote?? Who wrote The Helpful Husband? Was is Carye - with her house hold full of kids maybe she is the one could use a helpful hand. Could it be Tracy - our own 'Anglebrat', but we all know she never has trouble getting all her house work done. It could be K, from the Naughty Side of K, could she be the one needing more encouragement. Or might it just be me, little old PK, although I never would need this kind of help, I could have still written it. Well don't just sit there - vote. Then back to your holiday festivities!

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "The Helpful Husband"?


The reveal -

You want to know who wrote “The Helpful Husband”. I loved the story and I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. This week Carye and K each got 21% of the votes. Tracy got 14% but 43% of you thought I wrote it. Who me?? I don’t want cleaning instructions! Nope it wasn’t me; it was K from The Naughty Side of K! She did a great job with this story and she also does a super job on her site. If you haven’t had the chance to check it our please go there and encourage her to write more and more! K thanks for participating in Fantasy Friday!! You did a great job!!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas memories

Don't forget to come back Friday - there is a wonderful Fantasy Friday coming up!

As I told you that we recently sold my parents home. This was the house I grew up in and loved dearly. My mother passed away in that house with Daddy and me at her side. It was always a very well loved home. But some of my fondest memories of living there are our Christmases in that house.

The house had a formal living room which my mother was very proud of. She had carpeted when I was about 9. Now days we wouldn’t think of covering up those beautiful hard wood floors with carpet but she loved it!

Of course the way I always played outside in the dirt it pretty much ended my going into the living room! Christmas was different – on Christmas she let me go in the magical living room, of course she let the dog in on that day too, so much for special treatment!

I loved how my parents did Christmas morning. When my sister and I awoke we made a bee line for our parent’s room. The two doors to the living room were firmly closed. As we clambered into their bed Daddy would grumpily tell us how he had been awakened in the middle of the night. You see every year Santa himself woke my father on Christmas Eve to ask him if the girls had been good and to see what we wanted for Christmas. As Daddy told it, Santa would come to my Dad’s side of the bed, shake him and whisper “Charlie, Charlie wake up.” Can you believe it?? Santa knew my Dad’s name!

Then came the really scary part as my Dad would tell Santa to go away and let him sleep. But Santa persisted trying to find out what we wanted. And my dad, in his sleepy state could never remember anything and would tell Santa that we wanted socks and underwear! Used to scare me to death!

Years late I would watch as he held Mollie and LJ on his lap and tell them of his late night visitor. Mollie about three and LJ seven stared at their granddaddy with huge eyes and opened mouths. Never had they been more impressed.

But back to our Christmas in the old house. As we finally got mom and dad to get out of bed it was daddy’s job then was to go into the living room alone to see if Santa had left anything. If Santa had left toys Daddy would turn the lights on, if he hadn’t then we would all go back to bed. The real reason for this was that Daddy had gotten an 8 mm movie camera when I was born and the attached lights were really 4 enormous flood lights! Daddy wanted to get them set up so he could take movies as we came in. Trust me when those lights came on the two little girls staring at the crack at he bottom of the door KNEW the lights were on and Santa had come!!

Christmas morning was so exciting – we entered the living room to a dazzling display created by two children of the great depression. Each year they made sure we had a Christmas the likes of which they could only have dreamed of in the 30’s. It was Mama and Daddy themselves that made the day so wonderful. I hope my children’s memories of Christmas are as wonderful as mine. And I hope all of you reading here are creating wonderful new memories this year!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Finally that birthday spanking

I have been in a really strange mood for me lately. I’ve been distracted and unsettled for nearly a month but I seem to be coming back to a good place for me. I feel better than I could have imagined a few weeks ago. I feel well loved by friends and family. I am contend and I feel well connected to Nick these days. So what has been strange? I haven’t felt like being spanked. Now for me that is very unusual.

It’s not that I would have turned one down or anything but I have noticed for the last little while that my pain tolerance is very low for some reason. We haven’t done a lot of spanking lately but we have managed a few. But where in the past I have always been the one wanting ‘harder’ and ‘longer’ lately I have been fine with a few swats! The idea of a long, slow, gentle warm up seemed much more desirable than it used to.

So because of all this I wasn’t really anxious for my birthday spanking. I kept quiet about it but evidently Nick hadn’t forgotten. When Saturday rolled around Mollie headed out to baby sit leaving us unattended for the afternoon. We were in no rush and a nap was the first thing on the agenda. But as we woke feeling refreshed Nick took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

He started the warm up over my jeans but that didn’t last long, he likes to see how he’s doing. So the jeans and panties came off fairly quickly. He kept up a nice warm up – about the right intensity. He said “Since this is your birthday do you have any requests for what I should use?” Now like I said I haven’t exactly been daydreaming about the really hard stuff so I suggested out small leather paddle with the fur on one side and the small leather heart shaped paddle we got in LA. Know what he said?? Well I don’t know exactly either but basically he called me a wimp! How do you like that! A former vanilla calling me a wimp!

Well he took my suggests in part – he did uses both, but first a plug. He does know me well! Then he proceeded to also use the flogger,

the hair brush,

the wooden paddle,

the orange county whapper (pictured in my masthead) and finally his belt.

How the heck old did he think I was?? But it was a very nice afternoon. While he was spanking he took breaks to torment me deliciously with the vibrator. I did end up enjoying the spanking very much – even with the threat of the backscratcher and the tawse (NOT two of my favorites) for a little late laundry.

With the birthday spanking over we got down to some really fun stuff. We have some interesting warming lotions that I find a very arousing. If fact everything he did that afternoon I found very arousing. We made love the olde way it was fun coming back to ourselves in a tangle of vibrators, cords, spanking implements and assorted toys. For those who haven’t turned 52 yet I suggest it, you won’t be disappointed!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Fantasy Friday - the reveal

I not only enjoyed this Fantasy Friday I learned from it too. Now I know where to look when I go hunting for DVD’s. The voting came out with 17% each for Ronnie and David and 33% each for CeeCi and Kallisto. Each of these authors is very special but the author this time was my fellow LA Kink sister - the lovely and talented CeeCi!! I don’t think it was a true story, at least not yet, but with but with CeeCi anything could happen!

Thank you CeeCi – now see if you can get Grace and Eva to do some writing for me too! I’ll be glad to take one from anyone else that would care to write one. I want to give a big thank you several who have sent in stories. We are good to go for a few more weeks.

Nick and I finally had some time alone this weekend. The birthday spanking had been postponed but Nick took care of it Saturday. Come by tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about it!

Friday, December 19, 2008

My Late Aunt Jay

There is a great Fantasy Friday up this week. Go back here if you haven't read it yet. You can still vote if you like. I will put up the reveal late tonight.

This is just a mild rant, nothing major, but the season just has me thinking about family in general. I have a large extended family. I have 25 aunts and uncles, at least 20 I was very close to. I never distinguished between my parent siblings and the people they married. They were all my aunts and uncles since the time I was born. I also have 29 first cousins. I am close to most of them too. In this whole crowd there is only one person that really annoys me. And that brings me to my Late Aunt Jay (LAJ). No she hasn’t passed away – she is just always late.

People who make a habit of being late really bug me. It is such a blatant form of passive aggressive behavior. The chronic late arriver is plainly saying “My life and what I want to do is so much more important that anything you might have planned in your dull little life. We will be doing things on my schedule.”

Now my LAJ isn’t just a little late for family gatherings, dinners, etc. She is hours late. Sadly when I was growing up the gracious people of my parents generation insisted we wait on them and dinners, growing cold and congealed, were held until they arrived.

When I was about 18 my LAJ and her hubby invited the family over for brunch on Christmas. What time is brunch? Ten maybe, eleven? Maybe even as late as noon?? We got our first bite of food for the entire day at 5:00 PM! This repeated itself the next year (we were smarter and brought our own snacks that year). After that my sister and I refused to go and my parents agreed to give it up too.

I remember telling mom back than that one of my goals as an adult was to have a family gathering – invite my LAJ and hubby to lunch at 1:00 and eat at 1:00!

Year have passed and went we got married Nick and I began hosting the family reunions. We have hosted it 23 of the past 24 years. That first year my LAJ asked if she could bring anything (she rarely does now). I told her that would be nice, lunch would be a 1:00 and she could bring a desert. One o’clock neared and I put out the food and gathered everyone to eat. My mother said “Oh but you can’t eat before Jay and hubby get here.” I gave mom a grin and said “Watch me!” I would have served that meal on time if we had had to eat it raw! Shortly before 3 pm they showed up. She seemed slightly surprised that we had eaten but I told her to go on in and get a plate – there was plenty left, cold and congealed. It was perfect I was ready for more desert by then. LOL! She has improved over the years, usually only about a half hour late but the best part is now it’s her problem – the rest of us just go ahead with our time schedule and don’t give them much thought.

So that is my rant for the day, anyone can be late sometime – things happen – but if it is a way of life that's always going to bug me.

Fantasy Friday - Two for one

Not only is it Friday - Christmas vacation begins today! We have a great story today that is also in a way a public service announcement! I know it gave me lots of ideas and what could be better than a wonderful story that also gives you sexy ideas! You may have no idea who wrote it but I sure do love it when you vote so as you read see if you can recognize the writing style.

Enjoy your Friday and enjoy...

Two for one

Lana's hands trembled as she eagerly cut the packaging open. Her DVDs had arrived and she could hardly wait to pop one into the player.

On a snowy Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, she'd found herself home alone and bored out of her skull. Her boyfriend had been out of town all week and wasn't scheduled to return until the following Friday. 'What's a girl to do,' she thought, as she flipped on her computer and began roaming her favorite links.

'December sure is slow,' she mused. Nobody was posting anything she found very interesting. She clicked into a couple of new sites, only to encounter the same sense of flatness. 'Same old, same old,' she complained inwardly. She was still bored, but reluctant to stop surfing.

'What is the name of that site with all the spanking videos?' she wondered. After a few moments of thinking, she remembered. 'Oh yeah, Shadow Lane.' A google minute later, she was there.

The front page caused her to sit up and take notice. They were having a two for one sale! She quickly entered the site.

'Oooo, I really shouldn't be doing this,' she thought. The twinge of guilt didn't stop her from looking at all the wonderful selections and before she knew it, there were four DVDs in her shopping cart.

They'd arrived the same day Jon returned. He was upstairs, sleeping from his long flight and the busy two weeks he'd had away from home. She was certain he'd sleep until she woke him for dinner. Lana decided that watching just one of the movies would be a quiet and harmless way to spend the afternoon.

"A Lover's Discipline" had been her first choice when she shopped that snowy, lonely day. She was intrigued by the promise of anal discipline, combined with masturbatory punishment, hand spanking, paddling, and all the yummy things she dreamed of doing with Jon. Into the player it went.

Lana settled herself onto the couch to enjoy her guilty pleasure. Her warm-ups were cozy, but not enough to ward off the chill of the day. She covered up with a blanket and invited the cat to join her while she watched the story unfold.

'Wow,' she exclaimed as the movie started. 'Those two aren't wasting any time.' She watched as the couple moved through the discipline. She flinched when the spanking started and began experiencing a growing need when the anal discipline ensued. Her hand found its way under the band of her pants until her fingers came to rest against her hard, aching clit. She slid down in her seat a bit to accommodate her wandering fingers. As the action continued she was aware of nothing around her, only her own pleasure and the scene unfolding before her eyes.

"Where did this come from?" asked a masculine voice behind her, close to left ear. Lana shrieked, pulled her hand out of her pants, and sat upright in one swift motion.

"Not so fast," Jon said, taking hold of her right wrist, pulling it up over her head. "Where has that hand been?" He gave her finger tips a quick lick. Lana blushed to her toes.

"Um, I was bored last Sunday and went online," she responded. "Shadow Lane was having a two for one sale, so I ordered some."

"How many is 'some'?" Jon inquired. Sheepishly, Lana admitted that she'd had difficulty stopping at two, ordering four because she couldn't make up her mind or resist such a bargain.

To her relief, Jon chuckled. He walked around the sofa to join her. "Please, start it over," he instructed her.

Once the film began he slid under the blanket. "Hmmm, it's pretty hot under here," he observed. "You're probably too warm with those pants on. I know you'd be a lot more comfortable if you took them off, so, take them off." Lana hesitate a moment too long. "Do you need some help, young lady?" he inquired.

Before Lana could comply or answer, Jon had her across his lap. The blanket had tangled between her flailing legs keeping her from jumping to her feet. Deftly, her pants were pulled to her knees.

"Looky, there," cooed Jon, "Lana, where are your panties?" Lana growled, Jon laughed. "Is my girl horny?" His strong right hand rubbed her bared backside, while his left arm kept her pinned to his lap.

"So, you look at porn while I'm gone. Is there something you need to tell me?"

Lana blushed. "No, I was just bored. Bored and curious. OK, bored, curious, and horny. And hopeful." She looked over her shoulder at her captor. She watched him raise his right hand high over his head.

"Does this satisfy your curiosity?" he asked as he brought his hard hand down against her naked flesh. Lana yelped. "How about this?" he inquired as he spanked her once again.

The blows rained down faster and faster. Lana bucked and squealed at the relentless onslaught of Jon's firm hand. She could feel her bottom burning and stinging, and then she felt the wetness between her legs and on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she wailed. "I was lonely! I was horny! I missed you," she cried out, "and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry!"

Jon's deluge slowed with her words. Reluctantly, he stopped spanking Lana's flaming orbs. Rubbing them tenderly, he bent over to deliver a gentle kiss to her rosy right cheek.

"It's OK, baby," he assured her. "You don't usually do things like this, and I understand. Two weeks apart was way too long." Lana nodded her agreement, then reached up to dry the tears off her cheeks.

"Can we finish watching the video?" she asked. "It's really pretty good."

"Maybe some other time, Sweetness. I suspect you're wet in more places than just your lovely face. We have lots of lost time to make up for."

~~~~~ (#|#) ~~~~~

So, kids, run on over to Shadow Lane! They really are having a two for one sale! Their entire collection is included in the savings. Be careful, it's hard to stop at just two!! Just ask Lana.

Once again we have our four choices and you have to decide if it is one of our newer bloggers or someone who has been blogging for a while - or do they have a blog at all?? Here are your choices, Ronnie - one of our fantastic newer writer, CeeCi who is private now but many know her for her wonderful blog and stories. It could be the dream and writing of David (Mthc's husband), or it could be Kallisto - I mean these days there is no telling what she and Spanky might be up to these days! Okay make your guess and come back Monday for the answer.

If you are writing - blogger, commenter or lurker - please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

A special thanks to Todd and Suzy for their new blog About Spanking and all the wonderful pictures they are posting. I borrowed one today! Great job guys!

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Two for One"?


The Reveal

I not only enjoyed this Fantasy Friday I learned from it too. Now I know where to look when I go hunting for DVD’s. The voting came out with 17% each for Ronnie and David and 33% each for CeeCi and Kallisto. Each of these authors is very special but the author this time was my fellow LA Kink sister - the lovely and talented CeeCi!! I don’t think it was a true story, at least not yet, but with but with CeeCi anything could happen!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Andy says...

Many of you might have read this or heard it on 60 minutes but my SIL just sent it to me and I think it bears repeating - especially since I just had a birthday! Now I am not saying I agree with the last statement completely... but all this is well put. So here is Andy Rooney's view of women.

As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why -

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game,she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her!

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Reveal

I got an interesting piece of information from a friend last night so I wanted to pass it on. Shadow Lane is having a two for one sale going on until Christmas! I don’t have any spanking DVD’s and while I would like to see one. But I can just picture watching it with Nick, getting involved in, umm… other activities. Forgetting it’s in the machine and the next thing you know Mollie is turning it on! I’ll have to think about this. If anyone have a really good one to suggest though let me know. I hate to miss a good two-fer sale.

But I know you really came by to see who wrote Fantasy Friday this week. I got 13% of the votes, Andrades got 25% and Todd and Carly each got 31% of the vote. Well I have to make a confession about this Fantasy Friday – it’s a rerun! It was first posted in September 2006. As a matter of fact it was the 4th FF every posted, back when Tiggr originated the series. So I was hoping it was new to most of you. So who wrote it? It was me!! This was the first piece of fiction of this kind I ever wrote. The characters weren’t very developed because I didn’t have any idea how. Littestangle said in comment that I must write the stories because I kept saying no one would send any in! LOL! That was close to the truth. But I am happy to report that this week I have received two wonderful stories!! That doesn’t mean the rest of you are off the hook, please keep writing!! Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Today is my birthday! I don’t mind turning another year older but this week will be a tough one for my weight loss program! We are eating out 5 of the next 8 days, plus two parties at work! So not only am I going to have to be really careful of what I eat but I doubt I will be able to get to the gym as much. Cross your fingers for me I do not want to gain back anything!!! So if I am not around as much you know I’ll be out eating and partying!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

My reward

Don't forget to check out Fantasy Friday here. You can still vote too. I will put up the reveal late tonight.

Seems like the weekend is my time to catch up. I was planning on answering the rest of my comments on my Wednesday post about losing weight. But the computer ate my comment and it was late so I just went to bed.

Some of you seemed impressed with my going to the gym so much. Well truth be told, I am surprised at myself some times. But then again I have it pretty easy when it comes to my afternoon schedule.

You see when I first came out to Nick about spanking the only way I could get him interested in discipline at all was the weight. Now don’t get me wrong he never ever made me feel bad about my weight – I did enough of that all by myself. But he knew my health was in danger and he wanted me in better shape as well as happier with myself.

So in addition to several memorable spankings while we were getting started he made it very easy for me to head to the gym most days. I get home from work about 3:30. I usually take a short nap then head for the gym. While I’m gone, or right after I get back, Nick usually fixes supper. Then I spend the rest of the evening playing on the computer. So you can see I don’t have much in the way of an excuse to skip the gym.

Alright, alright so you guys are wondering about the reward. Some of you had some really great ideas and we might just try each and every one – except the puppy. I don’t see a puppy in our future. But several of you have the right idea. We are taking a trip! I have worked hard for this and I feel like I deserve it, but where to go?? It cold here, yes even in the south. What about the Florida Keys; that would work. Then again the idea of the warm waters of the Bahamas lapping at my toes seems inviting. Maybe the black sands of Hawaii would be a nice place to ring in the New Year.

But actually we have a better place in mind. Soon after Christmas Nick, Mollie and I will jump into the car and head to ‘freeze your butt off cold’ in northern Yankee land to spend New Year’s Eve with Eva and Adam and an assortment of their family and friends!! I wish I could tell you how excited I am about this trip! I wouldn’t trade it for the Keys, the Bahamas or Hawaii, not this trip. I really want to see my twin. I wish the rest of the rowdy old pervs could be there. We’ll take care of that this summer sometime. So please hold a good weather thought for us to get there – once we make it I am not as worried about getting back. We’ll just stay there and wait for spring!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Control

No I haven’t told you what my wonderful reward but I am going to, Sunday probably. But I will tell you I am so excited about it I can hardly stand it! Now on to other exciting things.

Friday, Friday, Friday!! We made it to another one folks. And here is another Fantasy Friday for you. I really like this little slice of a story. You have to imagine what got them to this point and you have to imagine what will happen next. But it’s a good one folks and you do get to vote on this one. So enjoy…


It was dark. I turned my head and could feel the blindfold. Where was I? I tried to move my arms; they were tied together and stretched over my head and attached to some type of headboard. My legs were tied to each corner of the bed; I was stretched wide, vulnerable, naked, completely exposed. I heard someone enter the room. Whoever it was, they were silent as they approached. I strained against the bonds. A man’s voice said, “Be still.” He lifted my head a bit and held a glass to my lips. I gulped grateful at the wine. He took the rest of the wine and slowly pored it over my breasts and onto my belly.

Gently, silently he touched my face and I twisted to get away from his touch. One more time he said “Be still.” His fingers trailed down my throat. As his fingers touched my breast I jumped and strained hard against my restraints. A vicious pinch to my nipple caused me to cry out and jerk away.

“Control,” he said. “You must learn control; now be still.” The fingers continued. They trailed around my breasts, down my arms, my hands. He touched my belly and explored my navel. The hands went down my thighs, down my calves and on to touch my feet. He had touched every part of me except my pussy. In spite of my fear it was throbbing.

I couldn’t help squirming with my need. He stopped and said, “You will learn control.” He quickly untied my feet and turned me over. The hand gently touched my cheeks seconds before the leather strap made contact with a loud slap. Again and again the strap found its mark, punishing my ass and thighs.

The gentle hand returned and traced the marks left by the strap. When he turned me back over so many emotions and sensations were swirling in my head. I still felt fear, my ass burned and my pussy throbbed when any new sensation was added. I felt a vibrator being pressed to my swollen clit. I realized that I could never be still. I rose up against the vibrator trying to feel more and more. Every muscle tightened as the first orgasm flooded my body. My legs were pushed back over my head with the vibrator still in place. The strap came back on the most tender parts of my ass. Each blow just served to drive the orgasm deeper in my body and mind. Gradually I became aware that the strap had stopped falling.

I came back to the real world to feel the gentle hand return, again caressing my face. The voice was saying, “Relax, rest; for a first lesson you did well.”


Now that was good but I still want more information!! What happened?? Anyway you now have to guess the author. Is it one of our newer writers out here or maybe it’s someone who has been around a while? And for that matter is it a man or a woman? Here are your choices, is it the writer of The Secret life ofAndrade’s Girl, Todd from American Spanking Society, Carly from Brambleberry Blush or is it me right here at New Beginnings? (Just click on the name to go to their blog and check out their writing style). Come back late Sunday and I will reveal the author.

Right now I don’t have any story for next week. You all are usually good and sending me stuff when things get tight so I am counting on you to come through for me. So if you are working on one please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote 'Control'?


The Reveal -

I know you really came by to see who wrote Fantasy Friday this week. I got 13% of the votes, Andrades got 25% and Todd and Carly each got 31% of the vote. Well I have to make a confession about this Fantasy Friday – it’s a rerun! It was first posted in September 2006. As a matter of fact it was the 4th FF every posted, back when Tiggr originated the series. So I was hoping it was new to least most of you. So who wrote it? It was me!! This was the first piece of fiction of this kind I ever wrote. The characters weren’t very developed because I didn’t have any idea how. Littestangle said in comment that I must write the stories because I kept saying no one would send any in! LOL! That was close to the truth. But I am happy to report that this week I have received two wonderful stories!! That doesn’t mean the rest of you are off the hook, please keep writing!! Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

A reward worth working for

I don’t talk about it much, I leave the weight loss reports to Todd and Suzy, but I am still working on it. I am still going to the gym 4 to 5 days a week. I am finally seeing some results. And it’s been a long time since I have seen any results – last February to be exact. That’s a long time to be playing with the same 5 pounds up and down. I don’t know if I have it mastered yet but I figure one of us eventually has to give up – it’s either me or the extra weight. If I refuse to give up trying to get to a healthy weight then the extra fat is going to have to give up sometime.

I have changed my eating habits since the week before Thanksgiving. I don’t know if I can keep it up but it is working for the moment so I am going to keep trying. It looks like I might just get that reward I have been working so hard for. I haven’t told anyone what this is yet (well very few) but if you have been reading long and I tell you it is something I really, really want maybe you can figure it out – leave a comment if you have a guess.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Crazy Over You

1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag 10 friends.
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.

When I got my second answer I just handed my ipod to Mollie and let her hit shuffle to keep it legal. Some of the answers were strangely on the mark.

My answers:

If someone says, “Is this okay?” you say:

“On the road again” by Willie Nelson
(Not sure about this – maybe I am headed out to see my friends)

How would you describe yourself?

“Hard Headed Women” by Cat Stevens
(This is where I handed it to Mollie; I was just too tempted to try again! Actually Nick said this one was closer to describing Mollie. He thought I should have gotten 'Still Crazy after all these Years.')

What do you like in a guy/girl?

“Sunshine on my Shoulders” by John Denver
(That would be pretty nice.)

How do you feel today?

“Wildfire” by Michael Martin Murphey
(Well I have for a while now.)

What is your life’s purpose?

“Silent All These Years” by Tori Amos
(Well yes and no.)

What is your motto?

Turn, Turn, Turn (For everything there is a season) by The Byrds
(Don’t know if it exactly fits but I love the song. Nick has told me he thinks this is a good funeral song)

What do your friends think of you?

“Two Sides to Every Story” from Honeysuckle Rose
(Good grief.)

What do you think of your parents?

“I’ve Got to use My Imagination” Gladys Knights and the Pips
(Since mom and Dad are both gone I thought this was an interesting one to come up.)

What do you think about very often?

“Night’s in White Satin” The Moody Blues
(Well, not really. But I occasionally think of Nick and flannel sheets)

What do you think of your best friend?

“Let’s get Together” The Youngbloods
(Amen to this one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

What do you think of the person you like?

“Mr. Curiosity” Jason Mraz
(Well he has gotten to wondering about some things over the past few years.)

What is your Life Story?

“Love Me Do” The Beatles
(Okay who doesn’t want to be loved?)

What do you want to be when you grow up?

“Beautiful” Carol King
(I swear this is what it said. Of course I have given up hope of this.)

What do you think of when you see the person you like?

“Dance Little Jean” Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

What will you dance to at your wedding?

“True Love’s First Kiss” Shrek
(We didn’t but this would have been a good one.)

What will they play at your funeral?

“Mr. Bojangles” Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
(What ever, this one won’t be up to me.)

What is your biggest fear?

“So you think you’re a Cowboy” Willie Nelson
(Yep this one has struck terror in my heart for years!)

What is your biggest secret?

“I’m a man of constant sorrow” John Hartford
( I think this would be another Hmmmmm….)

What do you think of your friends?

“Everything I own” Bread
(If you are asking what they are worth then it got this one right.)

What will you post this as?

“Crazy Over You” Smith Sisters

Consider yourself tagged if you would like to try this one. It was a giggle!

Sunday, December 07, 2008

The weekend

I have has a good weekend. Mostly because it is the weekend. We woke up slowly Saturday and intertwined. It was a very nice quite time. I picked up the vibrator and snuggled back against Nick for a buzz. That was nice and we played a little longer. Slow, relaxing, connecting, it was a good morning.

My sister (MS) came to do some Christmas shopping. She and I get along well, although we aren’t extremely close. We had a really nice day. I finished my Christmas shopping and she and I have a great talk at lunch. We have recently sold our parents home. That was tough. Daddy had designed the house and they moved in in 1953 and live there until Mom died 50 years later. I have to pass the house everyday going to work and it feels so strange to see people there that are not family. Sigh… I hate growing up.

We had finished shopping and were relaxing at my house before supper last night when MS started laughing and said “Look at us!” I looked around the room and me and Nick and Mollie and MS were all diligently tapping away at our laptops! Four in one room all going strong all while we were visiting with one another. Times have changed. Oh and Eva, I have a confession – I let her stay in your and Adam’s room with out asking you. I hope that was alright.

This morning was another nice morning. When we woke this morning we just talked but it was such a good talk. We talked about when we were dating and what had attracted us to each other in the first place. I told him about the moment I actually fell in love with him. We laughed about the fact that no one would have ever called him romantic when we were dating but that now I think of him as very romantic. All he has to do is leave the cuffs on the bed or bring home an extra paint stick from the store and I just melt. But I have been unsettled lately and just that little bit of time talking quietly meant a lot to me. Strangely enough I almost feel like we are entering a new phase in our relationship. It’s been unbelievable wonderful for the last two and a half years but somehow I think it’s going to be even better.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Fantasy Friday - Arguing

We have arrived at Friday – after a very, very long week for me. Friday is one of my very favorite days! I am sending out a big thank you to our author this week!! He heard I needed stories and really came through for me! Now this author has written before but he is not a man who craves attention from the masses so he is going to remain anonymous. But I think you will agree with me that he is a fine writer! Please enjoy …


They had been arguing all day long about the most trivial matters until it had grown into a full-blown shouting match. As usual, he retreated to his lair in the den, plopped down in front of the television and opened a beer, planning to make his own dinner out of beer and leftover pizza.

The funny thing is that neither one of them could remember what they were fighting about in the first place. It couldn't have been all that important, except that, somehow, it had become important for each of them to "win" the argument, even when they no longer remembered the substance of the thing.

As usual, one hundred channels and there was nothing on. He settled on talking heads arguing politics and picked up the newspaper. When he was reading the world outside ceased to exist. She had come to understand that little part of his personality. He literally did not hear what was being said to him when he had his nose in a book or in the newspaper.

For her part, she had retreated to her garden for a while, watering the potted flowers, inspecting the roses for aphids, pulling up an occasional weed, but her heart wasn't in it. "What was that all about?" she asked herself. She remembered it had something to do with him never listening to her and her never respecting his opinions on anything. The fight was all a blur, but she felt inside that if that she did nothing it could be more than that - much more. And, as she well knew, she couldn't count on HIM to reopen the dialogue. He would be sitting in that ratty chair in the den, drinking a beer and sulking. It was up to her to make the first move. But, what?

As she was showering away the grime and sweat and nastiness of the day, she was absent-mindedly shaving her armpits when she had an inspiration. This time, when she shaved her legs, she decided not to stop at the thighs, but to keep going. She had never done this before, and it felt somehow nasty and thrilling at the same time. She worried about cutting herself, so it took a while, but when she finished she admired herself in the mirror and touched her freshly shaven snatch. "Not bad," she mused. And, she decided on her course of action.

She found him exactly where she knew he would be, with two empty cans on the coffee table at his elbow. The Sunday paper was in a heap of inside-out sections, thoroughly read, even the Living section he usually just sniffed at as though it were beneath his manly brain to stoop to read about spring fashions and the benefits of breast-feeding showed signs of being used.

It was easy to sneak up from behind because he was so engrossed in a story about how often to change furnace filters. She was dressed in his favorite teddy and high heels, and her perfume filled the little room. It would have announced her entrance if he had been paying attention, which he wasn't, really, although somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain he suddenly had a vision of her laying across the bed, looking up at him and smiling. He rattled the newspaper, and felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging him gently.

"I'm sorry, babe," she started. "I feel so silly getting into such a fight about nothing."

He wasn't quite sure where this was going, but he wasn't about to ruin a good neckrub. The paper fell to his lap. He had to think of something to say, so he grunted.

She strolled around to the front of the chair, and with exagerrated movements settled her backside half on his lap and half on the arm of the Lazy Boy. His eyes were fixed squarely on her face now - well maybe not just on her face - as he took in the whole scene. A smile rose from his lips to his eyes. "I'm sorry, too." He didn't know why he was sorry, really, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"You're right," she announced. "I don't give you the respect you deserve. You work hard all week, and you deserve for your home to be a refuge from the outside world. I've been very bad." She let that last word sink in before continuing. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

Now they both knew how she could "make it up to him." He patted her rump. "I think we can find a way." He pulled her closer and kissed those lucious lips that had attracted him the very first time they had met. She slid down off of the chair and handed him his wide cowboy belt that he wore on "special occasions" when he wanted to think he could have grown up to be a cowboy if only he had grown up in Texas or Oklahoma instead of the flatlands of Indiana. He stood up and pulled her into a positioin over the arm of the chair with her rump at just the right height for his hand.

"Wait a minute," she started. She was having second thoughts, but they had gone too far for that, too far to back out now. He was in the heat of the moment as he rubbed her gorgeous ass. She tried to get up, but he had her pinned down with the weight of his arm. He felt the heat rising within him as his hand began a slow, methodical tatoo from one side of her ass to the other, bottom to top and back again. She began to squirm to avoid the blows as they began to pick up the pace, hard now, insistent, punishing. Her cheeks were blushing pink - all four of them - as he turned to seize the belt.

"Stop it!" she was hollering. She hadn't meant - not really ... But, he was beyond listening to her cries for reason as the belt came whistling down across both cheeks at once. The pain was nothing compared to the sound. She knew now she was in for it, a sound thrashing. The red spread as the belt did its job, falling again and again. By the fourth time, the blows were so hard she rose off her feet. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she began to sob and argue, trying to reason with him. "You're being too rough! You're hurting me! I hate you!" But, he couldn't stop now. Her teddy was hiked up to her armpits, and her ample tits were swaying back in forth in time with the belt. Ten, twenty, thirty times it rose and fell, fast and hard. Her ass was aflame, and she felt that old, familiar stirring deep within her. She began to relax, even, in tune with the spanking, going to that place where she hadn't gone in so long.

He stopped to admire his handiwork for a moment and lifted her up by her arms. She was sobbing, broken, and so very, very turned on. "Fuck me, daddy," she whispered. "Fuck me here! Fuck me now! Take me hard and deep!" She had her hands on the front of his pants and knew that she was about to get exactly what she wanted. She had his pants off in a flash, and squatting before him, she worked him into a frenzy with her lips and tongue. He pushed her away, gently now, and laid her across the arm of the chair again. Now, it was his turn, as he showed his appreciation for her sacrifice with his tongue and his fingers, kissing her upturned ruined bum, exploring the space between her thighs, hot and wet and ready for him. His tongue was everywhere, licking and poking and stroking. He sucked her clitoris between his lips and felt her shudder. His hands stroked her nipples and pinched them hard as he stood and slid himself into her - warm and tight. He stroked into her, holding her hands behind her to drive his mindless member deeper into the warm sweetness that she had become. She moaned and panted, feeling him in her, against her, above her until with a squeal her tension was released. She bucked against his thighs and felt him explode deep inside of her, hot and sticky.

Neither one of them wanted to move, but finally he pulled away, shriveled and spent. They embraced hard, as if they wanted to become one person instead of two, wanted to share the exact same space in the universe. His hands massaged her burning cheeks as they hugged and kissed and explored one another with their tongues. As the moment passed, she smiled up at him. "Maybe I'll just have to pick another fight tomorrow."


I loved this story, I hope you will all leave a comment to thank our author this week. Anon, thanks again and please keep writing. Now for the rest of you, let me guess – this is not you most relaxing time of the year? If you don’t have time to write spend your time fantasying in your mind or trying new spanking ideas for real. Then when you get time you can write the next Fantasy Friday for us! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com