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

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Friday, April 29, 2011

Fantasy Friday, Love Notes, II

Today is a very special day. Love is in the air! I got up early to watch Charles and Diana marry so many years ago and I'm not about to miss the wedding of William and Katherine. I wish them much happiness. Maybe they're even spanko's - something that nearly always assures happiness. But regardless I think this is going to be a good marriage.

I love the story this week. I have no doubt you will too. And I'll have my post of our private time in NY up soon. Now please enjoy ...

Love Notes

Working in an office can be tedious. Sitting at my desk all day concentrating on spreadsheets, budgets and financial analysis is challenging, but not particularly emotionally engaging. Don’t get me wrong, we laugh and have fun at work. Okay, so maybe the average person doesn’t find far-fetched excuses for exceeding budget targets funny, but we have to get our entertainment some way.

There I sat. Pouring over my numbers, analyzing, rationalizing, and trying to get the damn computer to cooperate with me and give me the data the way I wanted it. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration as the email notification popped up in the corner of the monitor. I noticed my husband’s name as the email notice faded to the background. Hmm, I thought. Josh doesn’t usually email me during the day. When he needs something, he usually calls.

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:35 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: meeting

Blake has jujitsu tonight. I'm feeling good. I want to try to get together tonight.



Blake is our teenaged son and I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to get that “meeting” was a euphemism for a little grown-up fun. This was an interesting twist in my normally uneventful day. Knowing Josh, the “meeting” would be a little spicier than the average accountant might indulge in. We had been into consensual spanking for a number of years. Either for fun or discipline, he would make sure my backside was well attended to.

Intrigued, I put together a reply.


From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:36 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Oh? Are you going to make it worth my while?


Snickering to myself, I sent off the email I knew would get his attention.


From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:39 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Oh! I am now. I know how to deal with brats.

His reply came back pretty fast. I’ve got him on the hook now! I thought. Let’s turn up the intensity a little. With a grin, I shot off an answer.


From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:40 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Hmm. It seemed like last time you just wanted to get done with the naughty stuff and get to the sex…


I didn’t get another email right away, so I tried to pick up my work where I left off. Fanning my face a little, I dove back into to my data and started shaping my report for senior management.

Although we had been married for over twenty years, Josh and I hadn’t played this type of game at work before. I value my reputation and hesitate to risk my executive title for a few silly games. But I was having fun today.

Just as I settled in to my task another email appeared.


From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:47 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You must be in the mood for something severe because you are sure asking for it. I am going to have to redeem my male ego and you are the one that's going to suffer. It sounds like a dare and I don't back down. I will win. You will be sorry.


Oh my! Suddenly my pulse was racing. I knew he was only part serious and part playing. But this kind of talk was dropping me into submissive mode. Despite the flutter in my stomach, I had to add a little fuel to the fire.


From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:48 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

That’s starting to get my heart going.

We’ll see if you can handle me…


I sent the email off smugly. Let’s see how he handles that!

At this point, I was pretty distracted. I looked at my screen with unseeing eyes and fantasized about what awaited me at home. Tapping the keyboard half-heartedly, I shuffled through some of my junk email to kill time.


From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

I plan to have you well in hand. You'll be begging and pleading. We'll see if you can handle me tonight.


Okay, that got me breathing heavy. I wanted to be titillated. Forget about professionalism, I was horny! Looking for a little email sex, I asked for more.


From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Tell me what you’re going to do.


While I waited for his reply, I was completely useless to the company. It seemed I was officially taking my morning break, because there was definitely no work being done. My head was filled with amorous thoughts and my body was starting to tingle in places that are not supposed to tingle at work.


From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Punish you until I hear true submission and acceptance. I want to hear in your voice and body that you belong to me. I want you to beg for release. I want you to beg for relief and then beg for more. I will leave reminders that will sting every time you sit. I will take you in whatever way I want and you will do so without question. You will be dominated in body and mind.


From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:06 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

How will you punish me? What if I fight you?


Wow. I blew out a breath and tried to calm myself. Trembling hands reached for the keyboard when the phone rang. It took a couple of rings to clear my head and then I picked up the phone and greeted the caller.

“I had to go to the other office.” It was Josh, his voice husky.

Swallowing, I tried to think of something witty to say. Although words rarely fail me, I’m not great at expressing my sexual feelings out loud. “I not good at talking about this stuff.” There was an apologetic note in my voice. “I’m much better writing about my feelings, then saying them.”

“I know.” Josh was not deterred. “I had no choice, I’m in the car.” He paused. “Are you in your office?”


“Close the door and touch yourself,” he ordered.

“What?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that here. My God. There’s not even a lock on the door.” I lowered my voice and stated the obvious. “I’m at work.”

“I know.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “You’re behind a desk. Close the door and rub yourself over your pants.”

“Just a minute.” I put him on hold and shut my door. Rubbing my shaking hands together, I picked up the line. “Okay.”

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low.

I ran my hand over my slacks tentatively.

“Put your hand in your pants and under your panties. Touch your clit.” He was calm but firm.

My voice was breathy. “Okay.” I rubbed myself slowly, picturing his hands on my body.

“You’re very naughty today,” he scolded gently. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking. I’ll take care of that tonight. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.” I was falling into subspace. Touching myself in my office at my husband’s command, pushed me over the edge. I was transformed from the tough executive, to the submissive wife in the course of fifteen minutes. Desperately trying to think, I wanted to give Josh some feedback. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

I pictured him stroking himself as he drove. My fingers moved faster as my passion built. My mind was drifting further away and the sensations in my body were taking over. Heat built in my center as I listened to him direct my actions. He described what he would do to me that night and my breath caught. “May I come?” I panted.

“No, you will wait until I give permission.”

Oh God. I loved and hated this game. “Please, may I come?” I pleaded.

“No. Wait until tonight.”

“I can’t take it. May I stop touching myself?” I whined.

“Yes, you may. But I expect you to be ready for me tonight.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, I will,” I said snickering. And I meant it.

I received one more email that afternoon. I guess he decided to answer my earlier email asking what he would do if I fought him.


From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You will take down your pants and panties and bend over the stool. If you resist, I will grab you by the hair and put you over the stool. I will tie your hands and feet so you can't move. I will leave you in that position exposed so I can stare at you for as long as I want. When I feel you are ready for punishment, I will remove my belt and whip you until you beg me to stop. I will move you to the bed and cane you from your ass to your knees. You will be a good girl when I get done with you. I will teach you a lesson for fighting me.


Do you think I got what I needed that night? You bet I did and I was a sore but contented girl the next day.


.... sorry, I was taking a cold shower! The author of this wonderful story is Jess. Well I should say Jess and her husband since these are the actual emails they shared. So a big thanks to both of them! I haven't heard from Jess in a while but I hope she is still around and that she knows we are enjoying her story. So a big thanks to Jess and I hope that if you have something to contribute story wise you will send it on. I am always grateful for each person who takes the time to write for us and shares it with the rest of us. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

New York – a grate city!

No, that’s not a misspelling in the title, more about that later. Off to the big city we went, Mollie, Nick and I. I don’t like flying, well that’s not true, flying doesn’t really bother me. However, getting to the airport on time, parking, making sure you get the bags checked, getting through security, getting to the right gate, hoping your bags go with you… all that makes me tense. But we country bumpkins made it and we had a ball!

LJ looked so good. I think he really loves his adopted city and loved showing it to us too. He seems to be an expert on the subways. They weren’t nearly as scary as I was expecting them to be. I was lost most of the time but I just followed him or Collin. I enjoyed seeing their apartment – sooooooo tiny! I liked seeing where they worked, the parks they love, the area they hope to move to eventually (the village), the harbor area and my very favorite place in the city – the Skyline. This is an old raised railroad platform. When it was no longer used they eventually made a walking park out of it. Google it – it’s really great, beautiful flowers, water features, large wooden lounge chairs scattered about. At one point on it you can even see the Statue of Liberty.

Now for one thing you may not know about this famous city. Well first something you may not know about me – I have one great fear/phobia. Spiders, snakes and rats don’t bother me particularly. I don’t fear flying itself, I’m not even afraid of the dentist. Nope my fear is grates – I can’t walk over a grate, it freaks me out! And I believe New York City has more grates than it has true sidewalks! I probably walked twice as far as everyone else just going back and forth avoiding them. What do all those women wearing spike heels do? – and there were tons of them. So not only is it a great city it is a grate city too. I could have done without that second part.

In addition to seeing the city and visiting with the boys, Nick and I had some fun on our own too. Mollie stayed at LJ’s apartment so we had the hotel to ourselves! More about that soon. Our last night there I got a text from Mollie saying “I guess we can go now – I’ve seen my first prostitute and my first subway rat.” Yep, this trip had a little of everything.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter

Happy Easter everyone! As you read this I am visiting in New York City with my boy! We’re all here, Nick, Mollie, LJ, Collin and me. This is a trip I've been looking forward to for a long time. I'm seeing my boys! I plan to give you a full report when we get back. Meanwhile I’ll just enjoy my family and I hope everyone out there is having a wonderful Easter with you loved ones.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Fantsay Friday, Take a Deep Breath, part two

And now here is the second part of 'Take a Deep Breath'. If you missed the first part you can find it here. Please enjoy part two.

Take a Deep Breath, part two

“C’mon Jazmin Nicole. Up you get.” Ashton told me and stood up holding out his hand so I can grab it. I didn’t at first, I wasn’t exactly resisting and I wasn’t complaining but I still didn’t want to grab it. “Jazmin the faster we get this over with the faster you can have my forgiveness.”

True but do you have any idea of how scared I am right now? My heart is going to literally pound right out of my chest.

“I’m being nice about this Jazmin. Don’t get me more upset than I already am.” Ashton warned. I don’t want to make him more upset, I seriously don’t. But it’s like I’m frozen and I can’t move. Before I even finished my thinking process Ashton started counting. “One”

Nope no movement.


I swung my legs around and sat up looking at him with pleading eyes. Ashton didn’t do anything but sigh and grab my upper arm hauling me up. He walked me to the bathroom and made me stand by the tub. I didn’t like where this was going.

“WH-what are you doing?” I asked quietly. Hopefully to myself.

“Punishing you.” Ashton replied. A tear slid down my face when he said that. He wet a bar of soap and turned around and handed it to me. I stared at it like it was something I’ve never seen in my entire life.

“Three minutes little girl.” Ashton told me as I grabbed the bar of soap from his hand.

I couldn’t help it. I complained a little. “Three?” Another tear sliding down my face.

Ashton sighed and casted me a sideways glance. “Shall we make it five?”

I panicked. “No! I-I’m sorry.” I gave the soap a distasteful look and put it in my mouth, squinting as the bitter taste rested on my tongue.

Ashton was wetting a washcloth while I had that damn soap in my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up. But I didn’t I just stood there, tears running down my face looking at my boyfriend’s disappointment stare.

Finally the three minutes were up and Ashton took the soap from me and washed it off. I didn’t move because I knew what was next.

He lathered the washcloth in soap, making sure it was foamy as hell just to make this experience horrible. He turned to me and made me come in front of him.

“Open.” Ashton commanded. I opened my mouth, hopefully big enough and felt the washcloth being stuffed in. He held my chin with his free hand keeping it open while he scrubbed the roof of my mouth, my cheeks, my teeth and finally my tongue, getting it distastefully foamy. All the while I’m gagging and crying trying to spit out apologies.

“This is what’s going to happen every time I hear something dirty coming out of your mouth.” Ashton stated. I couldn’t say anything but I tried to nod a little while he’s still scrubbing my mouth. “Spit out, no rinsing.” Ashton commanded and let me go. He always lets me rinse though. But I just complied and went to the sink and tried to spit out every single last drop of the soap. I got most of it out but not all of it. I still had that disgusting bitter taste. I even tried swishing some spit around and getting it out. That didn’t work at all. Ashton just stood behind me and let me spit out the soap. It wasn’t long though.

“Alright that’s enough. C’mon.” Ashton said and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom. He led me back to the living room and sat on the couch making me stand in front of him. “Pants down.”

I messed around with the waistband of my pj’s for a minute but I didn’t do anything. I looked at Ashton and I started to whine a little. “Please Ash… Please don’t spank me.”

“You’re getting a spanking whether you comply or not, little girl. And if I were you I’d comply.”

I didn’t pull my pj pants down till I saw Ashton’s hands reach down to his belt. I moved. I pulled my pj pants down letting them fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them to the side of the couch. Still staring at the ground I didn’t move or anything I just waited to see what my next order was going to be.

Ashton reached for my hand and pulled me so I was to the side of him. I resisted a little but not too much. He pulled me and I fell onto his lap with my bottom straight up in the air. He adjusted me so my bottom was in the center of his lap and my feet weren’t touching the ground. He peeled my panties down and off throwing them aside. I didn’t like that cool breeze on my ass either. I moved a little and put my feet on the couch. I laid my head in my hands and waited for the first blow.

“Let me say this loud and clear,” Ashton started. “I love you Jazmin. I love you a lot. But this is going to be the spanking of your life. I want you to learn and achieve from this lesson, my dear. Understood?”

I whimpered at hearing “this is going to be the spanking of your life.” I started to cry a little harder too but I nodded slowly.

“I expect to hear a yes sir out of you, young lady.” Ashton said and smacked my bottom. It wasn’t a hard hit but it still hurt.

“Owwieeeee…. Y-y-yes s-s-sir.” I whimpered.

“Trust me dear, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen next.” Ashton reminded me. I cringed at that but took a deep breath and said to myself that I can get through this. “No reaching back Jazmin Nicole.”

No guarantees but I’ll try my hardest. Ashton rested his hand on my bottom for a minute before raising it and smacking it down on my fullest cheeks. I whimpered a little but that was only the first one. After that it was like hell. This wasn’t a normal warm-up spanking. He was spanking so fast and so hard each time I tried to yell it would get caught with another one. But he kept hitting the same spot. As soon as it got to 10 I lost count. I was crying steadily by now and wandered how long and much more I had to get through.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” I yelled. I normally don’t yell during this part of the spanking but I did and that’s because Ashton’s spanking me so darn fast. “A-a-OW-ash n-n-n-OWIE-not so h-h-OWWW-har-ar-OWWWW-ard.”

“I SMACK told you SMACK that SMACK you were SMACK going to SMACK, SMACK get SMACK the SMACK spanking SMACK, SMACK of SMACK, SMACK your SMACK life!” SMACK, SMACK

“I-I-OOWW k-k-k-OW-know.” That was when I reached back. I don’t normally reach back during a warm-up spanking but I did and I knew I was in for it. “A-a-ash I-I’m s-s-s-s-sor-r-r-ryy.”

“I SMACK told you SMACK not to SMACK reach back!” SMACK, SMACK

“I’m s-s-s-sorryyyyy.” I whined. He’s really letting me have it isn’t he?

“You will be. You’ll be one very sorry little girl. Give me your hands.” Ashton demanded. I put my hands back and he grabbed them with his left pinning them against the small of my back and started in on my sit spots and thighs. I literally screamed. I was squirming like hell feet kicking like crazy and all the while Ashton’s still spanking the living daylights out me, like he said.

“You better stop squirming and kicking.” Ashton said and spanked my left thigh three times then my right. He kept hitting my thighs and my sit spots making sure to get them a rosy red and throbbing like hell. I swear he was landing like two smacks per second. That’s how fast he was spanking me.

It must’ve been like 30 or 40 spanks later because I was bawling like a baby now, shaking horribly wishing to be held and cared for and wanting this to be over. Ashton released my hands and I tried to collect my tears but they were falling too fast. I swear I thought my ass was bruising, and that was just from a hand spanking. That had to be the hardest hand spanking he’s ever given me. I didn’t even notice him rubbing my back or speaking calmly to me.

“It’s alright Jazmin. It’s ok. Shhhhh…” Ashton cooed rubbing my back. I so wanted to be in his arms right now, I wanted to be cuddled with and loved but most of all forgiven. I still felt somewhat guilty but not as much.

“I-I-I-I-I-I is s-s-s-s-o s-s-sor-r-r-r-r-ryyyyyyy!” I choked out trying to contain my crying.

“I know you are baby. But you’re not done yet. You’re not forgiven.” Ashton said and stopped rubbing my back. I broke down again… hearing that 1) I’m not done yet, and 2) That I’m not forgiven. Do you know how much that hurts? Do you have any idea how much that pains me?

“You’re still getting spanked young lady. That was just a warm-up. That was for using such foul language with me. This is going to be for worrying me to death.” I felt Ashton put the cool wood of the brush on my bottom rubbing it in circles on it.

“NOOOOOO Ash please! Not the hairbrush! Pleeeeease!” I begged. I struggled for a minute but I settled down.

“You didn’t honestly think I was going to let you off that easy did you?” Ashton asked me. I put my hands back so he could grab them since I didn’t know if I was going to be able to contain myself. Ashton grabbed them and pinned them to the small of my back again. But that wasn’t a question I was about to answer but I didn’t have to because I felt the brush lift off of my bottom and crash down on it with a loud CRAAACK!!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. It’s been a while since I felt the hairbrush and now that I just got my first blow I don’t think I ever want to again. I forgot how much of a sting it impacted.

“You CRACK worried me CRACK to CRACK death CRACK Jazmin Nicole Carter!” CRACK, CRACK. Ashton scolded hitting me with the hairbrush once every two seconds.

“I-I-I is AHHH sor-or-OWWIE-or-orrrrryyyyy!” I yelled. He’s not helping with my guilt or my tears (which have renewed again).

“You better be Jazmin Nicole. I thought you were dead! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Ashton landed four quick spanks to my each of my sit spots. And four more to my left and right thigh.

After those I’m crying in agony, blubbering, trying to beg him for mercy. As you know he wouldn’t give it to me. He was going to teach me a lesson and he was going to severely punish me so I can learn it and it’ll sink in.

“You better not ever, EVER scare me like that again. Do you hear me Jazmin Nicole Carter?” Ashton scolded me hitting me three times on the cheeks, four on the sit spots and thighs. I think I yelled like hell. That shit hurts. I’m not kidding.

“Yyyyeeeessss ssssssiiiirrrr.” I stammered crying my eyes out all over again.

“Good. You better not. I’m going to make sure of it. That’s why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.” Ashton replied. I couldn’t understand what he meant because I was focusing on my throbbing bottom. I felt Ashton spread my legs and put his legs through mine. I didn’t know what he was doing but I didn’t like it.

“Wh-wh-what are doing?” I asked scared out of my mind.

“Teaching you a lesson,” Ashton answered. Then what I felt next was fucking unbelievable! Ashton picked up the brush and smacked my left inner thigh three times extra hard and fast. I screamed a note probably no one in the entire freaking world could hit.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I’ve never been spanked on my inner thighs before. That shit hurts like fucking crazy. I felt three more blows to my right inner thigh. Cue that ear piercing scream. Then two to my left inner thigh then to my right then three to my left inner thigh then back to my right. He stayed with that pattern while I was laying there uncomfortable, screaming my head off crying my eyes, heart, and soul out, feeling oh-so terrible.

Ashton kept spanking my inner thighs till they were crimson red and slightly turning little areas purple. He wacked my ass a few times before putting the brush down and letting me cry for all it was worth over his lap.

“Get up and go to the corner Jazmin Nicole. Hands on your head and no rubbing.” Ashton commanded me. He helped me up and I nearly fell down again. My body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs and my whole body shaking ten times as worse as before the spanking even began. I numbly walked to the corner with my hands on my head and leaned against the wall facing the corner. I was hyperventilating. This was the worse spanking of my life. I swear. This isn’t one of the worst this is THE worst spanking I’ve ever had. And I have a feeling it’s still not over.

I must’ve stood in the corner for 15, 20 minutes until my breathing calmed down and so did my crying and shaking. I was still trembling terribly but it wasn’t that bad. I prayed that entire time that Ashton would just hold me and love me, telling me it’s ok and that I’m forgiven.

“Come here little girl.” Ashton finally spoke to me. I gulped at little girl but I turned around and walked slowly to Ashton my head dropped and my eyes staring at the floor. I got to Ashton and I dropped my hands by my side but I instead hugged myself tightly, wanting to feel that love from someone but not quite achieving it. Ashton lifted my chin up and made me look into his brown eyes. He still looked pissed off and that wasn’t helping anything. “I’m going to be frank with you Jazmin. You’ve really disappointed me, probably more than you ever have. I want you to know that I still love you unconditionally and that’ll never change but what you did was something I’ll never tolerate. Understand?”

I was about to nod but I softly whispered a pathetic, “yes sir.”

“Do you remember what I told you the last time you ran away if you did it again?” Ashton asked. Oh shit. I knew he was going to. And I knew he didn’t forget either.

“Yes.” I murmured feeling like breaking down and crying again.

“What did I say?”

“You-you said you were go-going to wh-whip me-e.” I stammered. Tears rolling faster down my cheeks again.

“I always stick to my promises, little one. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Ashton said and moved down to his belt and started to unbuckle it.

I backed away from him with tiny steps shaking my head. “No-o A-ash Puh-leeeease not the belt. Pleease!!”

“I warned you what was going to happen Jazmin Nicole. And you decided to test it. Well you’re getting what you deserve.” Ashton said and folded his black leather belt over. “Now go over and kneel over the arm of the couch.” Ashton said pointing to the arm of the couch.

“A-a-ash pleeease. I beg you. You know my fear of leather. Pleeeeeeeeeease!” I whined. I knew I was going to get whipped but I didn’t want to. I’m scared of that belt more than anything in my entire life.

“Jazmin now. I know you’re scared, but this’ll keep you from doing something like this again. Now move it. Or I’m extending your punishment.” Ashton demanded. I moved as quickly as I could, sobbing now, scared for my life that I’ll never sit again and I’ll never make it through this. I bent over the arm of the couch, clasping for dear life to the cushion, since I knew if I reached back it would only extend my whipping.

“Thirty smacks Jazmin. Then it’ll be all over.” Ashton told me.

THIRTY?!?!?!?!? Jesus Christ that’s a lot! But I have to live through it. I felt Ashton lay the belt over my bottom then I felt it leave but not too long after it crashed down with a loud SPLAAAT!!!

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I screamed and there I went again, broken into sobs and shakes beyond your belief.

“You will never, EVER scare me like that again. Do you understand me?” Ashton scolded me spanking me three times with the belt.

“AHHH-OWWW. Yyeeeeeessss sssssiiiiirrrrrr.”

“Will you ever use that foul language with me young lady?” Ashton asked spanking me four times with the belt.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO siiiiirrrrrrrr.” I screamed.

“Will you start to respect my choices?” Ashton asked hitting me a couple times with the belt.

“Yyyyyyeeeeessssss ssssssiiiiiirrrrrr!” I yelled again.

“Will you ever act so goddamn immature again?” Ashton asked hitting me five times with the belt.

“NOOOOOOOO-OOOOWWWWWWW Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr!” I screamed bloody murder now.

“Good.” Ashton said and hit me again. This time on sit spots and thighs. I screamed again, my whole body shaking.

“A-a-a-a-ash-t-t-t-t-ton it-t-t-t hu-hu-hurts!” I screamed at him. Shit if he’s going to whip me and have such a mean expression he should at least feel what I’m feeling.

“It better hurt, little one!” Ashton commented and smacked me again. “It hurt me when you left this house and didn’t come home.” Cue another set of five. “It hurt me when you cussed at me and acted like you didn’t care.” Cue another set of three and an ear piercing scream. “And it hurt me when you thought I didn’t love you!” Cue those three.

“I’M-M-M S-S-S-S-O-O-O SOR-SOR-SORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!” I screamed and those where the last words I could scream. I was broke, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t talk anymore. All I could do was cry my heart out wishing to be forgiven and held and loved.

“If you ever do something like this again, I’ll make this spanking look like a whole lot of love pats. Understood?” Ashton threatened.

I nodded my head vigorously and to my surprising he accepted it and landed the last 2 on my sit spots and upper thighs and dropped the belt.

I was a complete mess. I was sweating like crazy; my hair was all in my face matted to it. I was hyperventilating again, gut-wrenching sobs was spilling out of my mouth and eyes. I was yelling every half breath trying to get air but couldn’t. My ass was raw and sore as fucking hell. I was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep. I was a mess. I looked like hell.

Ashton let me sob over the arm of the couch for a minute or two until I felt him lift me up and hold me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his chest wanting nothing more but to be loved and forgiven.

“Shhhhhh Jazzy. Shhhhhh. It’s ok… It’s all over baby… You’re forgiven sweetheart and I love you so, so much. Shhhhh baby girl. It’s ok, it alright.” Ashton cooed rubbing my back and bottom.

I was forgiven… I was finally forgiven. I felt an entire load being taken off my shoulders when I heard that. I finally felt better. I finally felt loved. And I didn’t feel guilty anymore.

I love you so, so, so much baby girl. You’re my baby, my love, my sweet, sweet baby girl and I love you more than life itself. Shhh baby its ok, it’s alright.”

“I-I-I-I lo-lo-love you-ou too.” I whispered, my crying finally starting to subside. That’s really all I remember about that night, being cuddled in Ashton’s arms hearing that he loves and forgives me. I must’ve fallen asleep in that warming embrace.

I woke up the next morning only in a t-shirt and a pair of panties on my stomach in my bed. I tried to move a little but it hurt so much. I wondered why I’m home. It’s Monday, a school day. Ashton said I was going to school today too. So why am I home? Well it looks like I can ask him because he walked into my bedroom and sat beside me. He kissed my head and moved all of the hair from my forehead, drying the little tears that were still left on my face. I looked up at him and he smiled a warm, happy smile and I tried to smile back but I was in too much pain.

“Decided to wake up on your own?” Ashton asked me, still smoothing out my hair.

“Nu-uh.” I answered still feeling really sorry for myself.

“Are you ok baby girl?”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “I love you Jazzy.”

“I love you too Ash. I’m so, so sorry.” I whispered quietly.

“I know honey. I forgive you. You’ve been punished and I forgive you.” Ashton told me and leaned down and kissed my lips with affection. I was on my side, even though it was hurting like hell but I was still able to kiss him back.

“Why am I home?” I asked when he stopped kissing me.

“You really think I’m going to let you go to school with a bottom like yours? I’m not that cruel, Jaz.” Ashton said and smiled a little. He lightly tapped my bottom and it hurt a little, but I didn’t whimper.

I softly laughed and tried to move a little but I couldn’t. “It hurts to move.” I whined a little.

“I bet.” Ashton said and kissed my head.

“Thank you Ash. I love you.”

“I love you too Jazzy.”


Antoinette, thank you again for your stories. I hope you will keep writing. Everyone thanks for coming by and reading and if any of you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Friday, April 22, 2011

Fantasy Friday, Take a Deep Breath

Happy Friday to all! We are beginning our summer break and I couldn't be happier! This has been a particular busy week for me and because of that I have to ask your forgiveness for not putting pictures with this Fantasy Friday. Between my lack of time and my computer's excessive slowness at the moment it just wasn't possible. But this week we have a brand new story so I think it stands alone without the pictures.

This story is another from my friend Antoinette. She wrote a story for us a few weeks back that you can read here. Antoinette is a young writer with a different flavor. This is a long story so I've put it up in two parts. The end will be up tomorrow. I hope you'll enjoy ...

Take a Deep Breath

“Where in the hell are you Jazmin?” Ashton nearly yelled into the phone. He’s fucking lucky that I even answered.

“Why the fuck do you wanna know?” I asked sounding bitchy. He pissed me the fuck off. Just because he’s older than me he thinks that he can boss me around like some little kid. Well he’s dating the wrong girl for that matter. Yeah I know. I’m talking about my boyfriend. Normally a girl would’ve already broken up with her boyfriend after all the shit Ashton pulled but not me. I love my boyfriend too much and the weird thing is, is that while my parents are out of the country I’m staying with him. It’s been great till now. Well actually earlier today.

“Stop acting like a royal brat and tell me where you are.”

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m acting like a brat and I’m not fucking telling you where the fuck I am.” I snapped and hung up the phone. I sank back into the couch and threw my phone to the other side. I’m at my friend Gabby’s laying on her couch. I’ve been here since around five this evening and it’s like two in the morning now. I don’t know why he thinks that I’m coming home now after all the shit he did. Telling me what to do and where to go. You’re my fucking boyfriend not my dad. Ugh… look at me talking to myself. I have to do something to keep me occupied.

I eventually fell asleep only to be woken up by loud banging on the front door. I groaned and tried to ignore it but the person wouldn’t go the fuck away. I looked at my phone and it was five in the morning.

“Who could that be at five in the fucking morning?” I groaned under my breath. As you can see I cuss a lot. I do that when I’m alone or if I’m pissed off. Ashton doesn’t let me cuss and neither do my parents so I have to find some way to get it out without getting smacked. And I’m not talking smacked across the face either.

I got up slowly and dragged my feet to the door. I peeked out of the peep hole and my heart nearly sank to my feet. I backed up slowly from the door and ran to Gabby who was apparently starting to get up.

“Gabby you have to answer the door!” I whispered.

“Why can’t you?”

“Damn it!” I groaned. There was another knock on the door. I looked panicky at it and turned back to Gabby. “Because it’s Ashton and I don’t want him to know that I’m here. You can’t imagine the trouble I’ll be in if he finds me.”

“Fuck. Ok hold on. Just stay in here.”

Gabby got up and walked out of her bedroom closing the door. I went to the closet and hid in the farthest back corner I could away from the door. I heard yelling sort of and muffled talking. Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps towards Gabby’s room. Damn it! How the fuck did he know I’m in here? I tried to hold my breath as long as I could and not make any sudden moves.

“You’re only making this harder on yourself Jazmin.” Ashton called out. Ugh… why does he have to do this? I huddled myself into the corner and stayed like that till the closet door opened and I heard heavy sighing.

“Get out.” Ashton peered at me. I looked up and his face was clouded with anger. I didn’t move for a minute. “Now.” He said more sternly. I got up and walked slowly out of the closet. I kept my ass away from him brushing alongside the wall and leaning against it.

“Go to the car.” Ashton said pointing out the door to the car he drove. This time I stayed planted on the ground. I didn’t wanna move and look retarded because as soon as I turn around I know what he’s gonna do. Well I didn’t have to do anything to find out because he grabbed my arm and spun me around smacking my ass a couple times.

“Ashtoooon!” I whined quietly. “Stop! It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh trust me, this isn’t embarrassing. I could spank your ass all the way to the car.” Ashton warned. I knew he wasn’t kidding either. He’s dead serious. “And trust me little girl you do not want me spanking you right now. I’m too fucking upset.”

I cringed. Fuck, I’m dead.

“Now let’s try this again. Go to the car.” Ashton demanded. I moved this time, receiving a smack on the way out. I looked at Gabby and smiled a little walking out of the house and going into the car, sitting in the front seat waiting.

Ashton came out moments later still looking hot headed and went to the driver’s side opening the door and sitting down.

“I’m so fucking pissed right now Jazmin Nicole.” He stated slamming the keys into the ignition and starting the car. “I was worried sick about your ass. I’ve been up all night worrying my ass off, tired as hell, because of you!” he scolded driving us home. Now I felt guilty as hell. “And just to add one more thing little girl,” He paused, I looked at him, it was like a reflex. “I can’t begin to describe how good you’re going to get it when we get home.”

That didn’t make me feel any better. I squirmed a little and tried to sit closer to the window. I hate it when he calls me “little girl”. Being called “young lady” is way better than “little girl”. When I get called that I know I’m in the deepest shit I can possibly be in. Because I’m not a young lady anymore I’m a little girl who needs to be severely punished. That wasn’t helping either. We were home finally and unfortunately the ride wasn’t long enough.

“Out.” Ashton simply said and I complied. I got out and opened the door letting myself inside. I almost went to the room I was staying in but that didn’t work out so well. “Where do you think you’re going?” Ashton asked me. I stopped moving and stood in the middle of the hallway. “Sit.” He pointed to the couch. I walked over and sat down quickly staring at the ground.

“What the hell‘s your problem? I can’t believe that you would act that immature and storm out of here like that. Then not tell me where the fuck you were! I thought you were dead somewhere or had gotten kidnapped!” Ashton scolded yelling at me. “You scared me to death! I even called Gabby’s house. I knew she was lying by the way she was talking and trying to hurry me off the phone because you were grumbling cuss words too loud, she didn’t sound concerned at all. That’s how I found your ass.

His scolding hurt a lot, and I didn’t normally cry when he was yelling and cussing at me but this time felt so much different. This is the second time I haven’t told him where I was. He looks so mad at me. This time I was actually terrified, and felt so horrible and guilty for what I’ve done. This time I started to cry, hard actually. I don’t know why but I just started bawling. I guess the anger, guilt, and nerves were too much. I don’t know what Ashton was doing, if he was still pacing around looking like the devil. But I guess that wasn’t what he was doing because what he did caught me off guard. I felt him sitting on the couch with me and rubbing my back. This is weird.

He never does this. Ever! I have no clue why he’s sitting down next to me rubbing my back.

“Shhh, calm down Jaz, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Ashton cooed rubbing my back and speaking softly. I couldn’t talk I was crying so hard. The next thing I felt was him raising me up so I wasn’t hunched over and then I fell against him as he laid back on the couch. My head on his chest soaking his t-shirt and my arm over his upper body. His arm still rubbing my back, well my side actually hugging me tightly. “C’mon baby girl, calm down.”

I finally got hold of myself, maybe I was all cried out.

“But I don’t want you to think you’re off the hook Jazmin. You’re still in big trouble.” Ashton reminded me. I know that but I still argued with him.

“Whyyyyy?” I groaned quietly, sleep was starting to claim me.

“Why? Because you disappeared and didn’t tell me where you were going, plus you cussed at me. That’s why you’re in trouble. But let’s not worry about that now, just go to sleep.” Ashton answered me. I guess that’s a good reason why. I still didn’t like it though.

“How come you can cuss but I can’t. It’s not very damn fair.” I asked. It’s not fair just because he’s older than me doesn’t mean anything.

“Language, little girl.” Ashton said and smacked my bottom. I was on my side sort of so that’s the only reason why he could hit it. I whimpered a little, he hit me hard, all because I said damn. I didn’t like being called little girl either. It always means I’m in deep shit.

“I am too tired to deal with your attitude Jazmin Nicole!” Ashton scolded still spanking me. “You know damn well why I don’t let you cuss. I’m basically an adult, and what are you? A teenager, a naïve little girl who’s getting her ass spanked by her boyfriend.”

“Aaaaaaaash! Please stoooop!” I continued whining a tear or two sliding down my face. And the only reason why I’m whining is because he’s doing it oh so very fast. And it’s hurting, like hell.

“Just go to your room.” He replied and let me go landing some really hard smacks to my rump. I whimpered and scurried off to my room. I closed the door and went to the mirror. I had to see how hard he spanked me. I pulled down my pj pants and my underwear and looked at my sore bottom. It was a dull pink but it was still smarting like hell. I pulled my clothes back up and went to my bed lying on my stomach rubbing my ass. This never helps but it feels good. I think I dozed off because the next thing I knew Ashton was waking me up asking me if I was hungry. It was about 8:30. I nodded and got up. My ass still hurt. This is retarded. He didn’t spank me that hard. I walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. Ashton was cooking something. It smelled like bacon. Yum… bacon. He made a BLT for both of us. I accepted it and bit into it. I looked at Ashton and he still looked upset at me.

“Are you made at me?” I asked quietly.

“Define mad, young lady.” Ashton asked me. Yeah he’s mad. He never calls me young lady unless he’s mad at me or I’m in trouble. And right now it’s both. At least he didn’t call me little girl.

“Do you believe me now that I love you too much?” he asked again.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Good. I’m glad. You still love me even though I spank the living daylights out of you and cause you so much pain, right?”

“Yeah of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?” I asked. Then it finally clicked what he meant about the whole situation.

“Now you need to go on to bed.” He told me. “We’ll take care of all this tomorrow.”


Unfortunately tomorrow did come. Ashton was still sleeping when I woke up. That’s weird. That never happens. I peeked in his room and he was sleeping so peacefully but like always his pillow was on top of his head. He does that because of the sunlight that comes through his window.

I couldn’t sleep any more. I was worrying about what was going happen later. Ashton was surprised to find me awake when he got up.

“Are you ok Jaz?” He asked me. Why would he ask me that?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you get up so early if you don’t have to leave the house till 9:30?” I asked. I’ve always wondered that.

“Because unlike someone I know I don’t like to rush. I wanna take my time so I don’t forget things.” Ashton replied. He’s talking about how I have to leave the house at 6:55 for school and even though I’m supposed to be waking up at 6 I get up at 6:30.

“I don’t like rushing either, but I love my sleep.” I answered. And it’s true I do love my sleep.

“Well you’ll sleep soundly tonight.” Ashton answered. I winced a little at hearing that. I always do sleep really well after I get spanked because I struggle so much and cry too hard that it wears me out. I think I looked nervous because Ashton slightly smiled and sat down next to me by my waist. I’m still lying on the couch. “I know you’re nervous but think of it this way. You won’t feel guilty, you’ll have my forgiveness, and you won’t feel so horrible anymore.”

“Yeah well you’re not going to do what you were thinking of doing last night are you?” I asked almost nervously. I didn’t even wanna think about what he had in mind. Especially when we were driving home and he said, “And just to add one more thing little girl, I can’t begin to describe how good you’re going to get it when we get home.”

“Probably not. But just remember, whatever I do decide to punish you, just know that I always love you, and I hate doing this.” Ashton tapped my thigh and then got up and kissed my forehead. He still has around 15 minutes before he has to leave. “And I’d never harm you.”

I didn’t like how instead of saying whatever I do decide to ‘spank you’ he said ‘punish you’. That’s worse. That means that this is going to be a very memorable spanking. And I know that he always loves me too. We went over that last night too. And I know he hates spanking me because he tells me every time he does it and when he’s done.

I was pondering on what he was going to use on me. I prayed to god he won’t use his belt but as I know he probably will. Just thinking about this is making me shiver. The thing that sucks is I have to go to school tomorrow and knowing Ashton and how good of a job he does I won’t be able to sit down even if my life depended upon it.

“I gotta go sweetheart. I’ll see you at six.” Ashton told me and kissed me good-bye.

Really? You just had to ask that? “I guess…” I mumbled. “You aren’t going to whip me are you?” I quietly asked.

“I can’t promise you that sweetheart. I gotta go. I love you.” Ashton kissed me again and left the couch grabbing his keys and jacket.

“L-love you too,” I stammered. Ashton walked out the door and locked it, leaving me hanging with the possibility of feeling that damn belt around his waist.

I didn’t do anything that whole entire time he was gone. I sat on the couch and didn’t move a freaking inch, expect for going to the bathroom and maybe getting a drink or something. I watched a TV show with a happy family and a corny ending. Sometimes I wish I had a family like that. Where all you needed was a stern talking to and people would forgive you and everything would be ok. But that doesn’t work out for me. I have to be bawling like a baby and my ass throbbing and crimson red for me to be forgiven. It sucks but that’s what happens… but now since it’s been so long if I don’t get spanked for doing something bad I’ll never get rid of the guilty feeling I have. It’s pathetic…

Six o’clock rolled around and my nervous temptation shot up an entire mile. Normally Ashton gets home at 6:30 but some days he doesn’t. And I have a feeling that today is one of those days.

I started getting really shaky. I heard keys being inserted into the door and nearly jumped up and clawed into the ceiling. Even though I want this feeling to go away and I want Ashton’s forgiveness, it’s just the thought of getting whipped that I don’t like.

I swear I was shaking like a damn leaf in the fall. I heard the door close and keys drop on the table. I didn’t turn my head around to see what Ashton was doing but in a way I didn’t want to. I saw his shadow cross over me and finally his body came with it and sat on the couch with me. I swear he could tell how shaky I was. I mean I’m fucking trembling…

“Have you just been sitting here all day? You should have gotten up and done something. Have you had anything to eat since breakfast?” I shook my head.

“Well I don’t know if we should eat dinner then do your punishment or eat after your punishment. We should probably do that. It’d be cruel to make you eat before your punishment, there’d be no point.” Ashton was like half talking to me half talking to himself. And I know what he means by that. He’s going to wash my mouth out with soap.

I didn’t answer him. It wasn’t really something for me to answer. Plus I don’t think I’ll be hungry anyway. Ashton got himself something to drink and came back to the living room and sat down on the side of me. I would’ve moved so he could sit next to me but I didn’t wanna move till I absolutely had to.

“This is the only time I’m going to let you choose. Even though I should just do it now. Do you want your punishment now or before 9? Don’t forget you have school tomorrow too. And it’s 6:45.” Ashton told me. Well the logical answer is now but I don’t think I’m ready…

“Can we wait till 7?” I asked… Hopefully 15 minutes will be enough time for me.

“Alright Jaz. Only till 7. No arguments and no complaining.” Ashton warned. I have a tendency to complain and argue a lot.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled. Now I feel really horrible. Not as horrible but I’m scared as hell. I really don’t want my ass whipped with a belt. I’m not playing. I’m terrified right now. If you thought I was shaking before I’m probably shaking so bad I look like I’m having a seizure.

Before I knew it 7 came and I was seriously not ready… I looked at Ashton and he glanced at me and sighed heavily. He reached for the remote and turned off the TV and stared at me.

“C’mon Jazmin Nicole. Up you get.” Ashton told me and stood up holding out his hand so I can grab it. I didn’t at first, I wasn’t exactly resisting and I wasn’t complaining but I still didn’t want to grab it. “Jazmin the faster we get this over with the faster you can have my forgiveness.”


Don't forget to come back tomorrow. The rest of the story will be up then.

Thursday, April 21, 2011


There are some creature comforts that are very dear to me. I have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat and a comfortable bed complete with a warm husband to share it. But we are suddenly devoid of one comfort that I’m really not happy about!! We came home Wednesday afternoon to find that our hot water heater is shot. I do NOT like cold showers! But you hate to knock on your neighbor’s door with your towel in one hand and your rubber duck in the other.

I think it’s a plot. I think Nick’s behind it and it’s an elaborate plan to get me to go to the gym. I don’t like exercising but they do have hot showers so right now the gym is looking pretty good.

Monday, April 18, 2011

You won't believe this Saturday!

I had a Saturday unlike any I can remember. Everything seemed to click. Although the south saw some dangerous weather this weekend we only got some rain and wind – nice wind, not the dangerous kind. Friday night we slept with the window opened a little and the cool breeze made the temperature just right for wonderful snuggling weather, and we took full advantage.

Nick must have really enjoyed the night because he woke up early and more that eager to continue the snuggling in a more awake mode – part of which included me getting a good spanking before 7:00 AM on a Saturday! Little did I know that was only the beginning of an active day. Nick, who normally gets up long before 5:00, got on up then but I was content in bed for at least another hour or so. Finally I staggered to the kitchen sometime after 8:00 to be met by a husband with a gleam in his eye and a wooden spoon in his hand!

Bending me over the couch and quickly pulled down my sweats and panties. “Wait!” I protested “What’s wrong with leaving me with some protection this early in the day?”

“Views better this way.” He told me and I was quickly and thoroughly paddled for sleeping the day away. So that was the mood he was in!

During the morning Mollie came home to say hey before heading back to her house/dog sitting job. I got a tiny bit of house work done and my school work for the weekend. We needed a few things so I was getting ready for a grocery run.

I was changing clothes when Nick asked “What are you getting at the store?”

“Beats me.” I answered. “I haven’t gotten there yet.” You may be able to tell I’m not much of a list make. LOL, no one will ever mistake me for a domestic goddess!

“Well just let me remind you what should not be on your list. No chips, cookies, donuts and the like. Do you understand?”

Halfway through dressing was perhaps not the best time for this discussion. Since I was wearing only a tee shirt and panties he quickly pulled down the panties for another bottom warming – my third of the day!! Let’s just say he sent me to the store fully concentrating on my husband! Trust me, he never left my thoughts the whole time and I didn’t bring home any junk!

Okay well maybe I did get something I would regret purchasing. Honestly it was something Mollie had asked for and I told her we didn’t need one. But seeing it there, well … something just possessed me to buy it.

I know, I know - spankees can be dumb sometimes! We see something and we just can’t resist regardless of what we know is coming. Nick picked it up grinning when I got home. He looked at me questioningly and I told him that Mollie had asked for one. His only comment was let’s see if it works.

Owwwwww! The damn thing works! At least I got to keep my clothes on. I’m just afraid he’s going to try to match the color someday.

It was later in the evening when Nick got out of the shower that he took me back to the bedroom for what you might call the main event. He did warm me up a bit over my jeans but not for long. Soon he was asking me to undress completely. I did as he asked and then he very gallantly handed me something to put on – a blindfold – guess he didn’t want me to get cold!

The first thing he did was to shave me. I love this! I think the act itself is sensual and I like the way I feel shaved. This was something I had never thought of doing before I began blogging and heard of several couples that did this. It was a strange feeling for a woman my age but it was something that was like a wonderful little secret shared between the two of us.

Soon enough he started spanking – I really don’t know with what all but I know he used the leather paddle with the studs in it, the thin wooded paddle, the flogger, the thick leather paddle, the leather paddle with the one soft furry side, and the dogging bat.

He totally kept me guessing about what was coming. Sometimes they were light to medium strokes; others had me hanging on to keep from putting my hand back. I loved having the blindfold on. I really never knew what was coming. Nick took his time, there might be a series of hard swats followed by gentle rubbing or kissing, more swats, then I would hear him walking around the room seeming to wonder what he might use next. Sometimes he would stop and I would hear him take a sip of his wine as he contemplated. It was a wonderful time!

During this fantastic session he also brought out the vibrator (if you don’t have a Hitachi Magic Wand of your own run, don’t walk, to the computer or store and order one) and we played. Well play is one word for it. Tormented me would be closer to the truth. He would bring me closer and closer to the edge and then turn it off saying “I don’t think you’ve had quite enough spanking yet.” And then I was quickly back to having my tail warmed!

I’ll have to say it was a satisfying afternoon, I was satisfied several time to be honest. We don’t always have the time, energy and privacy for a day like that but that makes them all the more sweet when they do come along. I wish everyone of you as good a day as I had.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Fantay Friday, Letter to my Husband, II

Happy Friday everyone. We still haven't had our spring break here yet so I'm really looking forward to it. Only 4 days to go then 10 straight days off! I don't know it I'll be able to make myself go back.

I know you are going to like Fantasy Friday today! You know this author well and read her words often. She is one of our fellow bloggers so you will be able to go back and read even more of her work. So we made it, it's Friday and we have a story. What could be better?

Letter to my Husband
April 15, 2011

Dearest P,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Thanks again Ronnie!!! The story was great!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Should I have ask for a new car?

Lovely weekend here! I lost the weight loss challenge Nick made me, or should I say he won. So he was the one who could ask for any sexual favor he wanted. He wants me to lose weight but he didn’t seem really disappointed when I didn’t make it this week. And I’m not saying he would do anything to sabotage me, but he did cook steak and shrimp the night before my weigh-in, just saying…

However, as I said before when we have a challenge like this there were no losers and I enjoyed our little encounter nearly as much as he did. Saturday morning, Mollie working at her school, cool breeze coming through the open window, it was wonderful. I feel I paid my debt in full. Nick sure seemed happy. In fact I was thinking it would have been a wonderful time to ask for a new car. I think he would have agreed at the moment but that might have been a little unfair.

So for me there hasn’t been a lot of spanking but sometimes it’s the little things that count. I was getting ready for church this morning, sitting on the side of the bed when Nick came in looking for his shoes. He was down, looking under the bed so I just made the comment “I love it when you kneel and grovel at my feet!” Do you know how much three good whaps from a leather soled shoe stings? I do! I do love it when my man thinks of me and knows me so well!

Friday, April 08, 2011

Fantsay Friday, My Way or the Highway,II

Another weekend has rolled around. I hope that they keep coming faster and faster until the school year is over. It's supposed to be pretty here so I hope I can get out and enjoy this weather. Winter has not seemed to want to let go this year. But eventually we'll beat it.

We have another wonderful Fantasy Friday today. This is from an author we have heard from before but not in a while. There is a brat on the loose and you can read all about it!

Please enjoy…

My Way or the Highway

Kathleen rolled her eyes as her family began yet another ‘intervention’. She wondered how long this would take. She was bored and needed something interesting to do. She loved her family, really she did. Her parents had died in a plane crash when she was only three months old and she had been reared by wealthy, loving, permissive grandparents who had spoiled her rotten. She had a pony by age three, her own credit card by the age of ten and two cars to call her own before she was old enough to drive.

But by the time she was seventeen she had become bored with her life in a gilded cage and was eager for adventures of her own. The first time she had taken off for a few days without telling anyone the family had freaked! When she had returned in three days – OMG! It had been like attending her own funeral! Her grandparents, her two aunts and uncles had all told her how worried they had been, how much she was loved and missed – over and over again. This was fun!!

Over the next few years she had tried it a few more times with similar good results. The family tried to explain the dangers of her activities. Actually there had been one down side. Her grandfather had hired a bodyguard. Kathleen found this both annoying and challenging. Bernard Guess was the first one and Kathleen despised the fat, pasty man from the moment she saw him. She delighted in slipping away from him to make him look foolish to grandfather. His replacement was somewhat different. Luke Rains was hot as hell for one thing. And while getting away from Bernard had been ridiculously easy Luke – or Mr. Rains as he told her to call him made the game much harder. The man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and ESP to boot.

The first time she actually managed an escape was a spur of the moment plan. She was dining with friends as Rains watched hawk-like from the bar. As she headed to the rest room he leaped to his feet to follow.

“Down boy” she growled “I’ve been peeing by myself for ages!”

Until that encounter she had had no intentions of sneaking off but spying the kitchen door on her way to the john, she impulsively slipped in – startling the workers – and walked casually out the back door. She hailed a cab on the next block and she was off! She couldn’t stop laughing as she imagined his panic and his anger and the way the veins stood out in his neck when he was really pissed.

She had to admit she was impressed when he found her barely 4 hours later in a bar she rarely frequented. Kathleen watched him as he came in and talked to several people before approaching the bartender. She continued to watch as the bartender shrugged and pointed to where she was perched on bar stool. When their eyes met Kathleen burst out laughing and was doubled over with glee as he approached.

Rains looked furious. Geeze, this guy needed to chill! She never had really liked serious people. But seeing the look of controlled fury in his face caused her laughter to trail off.

“Oh lighten up Rains. You won this round – I’ll do better next time.”

“There better not be a next time!” Rains muttered as he grabbed her upper arm and proceeded to march her to the door. This was too much – she had never been manhandled before. She tried to jerk her arm away only to have him whisper in her ear “Be still or be sorry.”

Kathleen was thrown off by this encounter. She allowed him to propel her toward the car until she suddenly stopped and sputtered “Get your damn hands off me! Your ass is so fired!”

Rains said nothing, nor did he loosen his grip. As they reached the car he yanked open the door.

“Get in” he growled.

That was it! “You fucking ass hole!” she screamed. “I said you're fired! Don’t give me orders!”

Rains pulled on his last bit of self control to keep his temper with this spoiled, arrogant brat. Leaning down inches from her face and said,

“I don’t work for you and you can’t fire me. Now if you don’t get your ass in the car right now I’m going to bend you over the hood of this car and whip that ass until my arm gets tired. Comprenda?

Kathleen gave a small gasp of disbelief. Sensing the shift in dynamic she lowered herself into the car. As Rains reached over to firmly fasten her seat belt she became aware of his scent, his strength, his good looks. But her anger at his treatment of her caused her to dismiss all these things.

They rode in silence until they were almost home. Then making an effort to control his still burning anger he spoke to her.

“Your grandfather hired me to keep you safe and out of trouble. I took that job and I’m going to do it. Do you understand me?”

‘Do you und…?’ Who the hell was this guy? Several angry retorts sprang to her mind but she could wait until she got to the safety of her family. This manic looked mad enough to carry through on his threats.

Rains had barely stopped the car at the estate when Kathleen was out of the car, in the house and up the stairs shouting for her grandfather.

Rains wasn’t far behind – “You little idiot! It’s three-thirty in the morning!”

“Grandfather” she shouted again, “help me!”

Rains followed her to the top of the stairs and stopped as her frightened grandparents rushed into the hall.

“It’s him!” Kathleen said pointing dramatically at Rains. “He grabbed me, forced me into the car, threatened to hit me and called me an idiot! Fire him, fire him now!!”

He grandfather cooed and comforted her. Kathleen managed a few tears in his arms. Looking at Rains he said “Young man, bullying and threatening my granddaughter is not what I hired you for!”

“Wait Richard,” Kathleen’s grandmother interjected “Let’s hear what the man has to say.”

Kathleen tried to hide her annoyance. Grandmother had never been the complete softy grandfather was. Rains walked slowly down the hall toward them.

“Well I believe everything she said was true. She ducked out through the kitchen at the restaurant to ditch me. She wandered the streets alone until she got a cab. When I found her she had bribed a bartender into serving her even thought she isn’t quite 21 yet. She bribed him with a hundred dollar bill as she flashed a wad of cash to all the bar flies in the area. I grabbed her arm and told her to get in the car or I would spank her butt and I called her an idiot for waking you up with this mess in the middle of the night.”

Rains folded his arms and went on “Fire me if you want to but I’m telling you it is only a matter of time before your granddaughter is robbed, kidnapped, raped or murdered. I can keep those things from happening but I’ll have to do it my way. It’s up to you.”

Grandfather held her tight and said nothing.

“Fire him!” Kathleen repeated “I don’t want him around me!”

“No one is getting fired tonight” Grandmother spoke, “Everyone is going to bed – now!”


The battle lines had been drawn. Grandfather had been frightened by Rains predictions and wouldn’t fire him. Kathleen definitely felt like the loser in this power struggle. The man was everywhere and he seemed to have ESP. He didn’t exactly stop her from going places but picking up men and sneaking a drink wasn’t easy with you had your own personal guard dog on your trail.

It was time to bring out the big guns. She knew if she ran away they would do anything she wanted to appease her. With the help of a well bribed chauffeur she left in the trunk of Grandfather’s car.

It was three full days before she called home. As expected everyone was frantic. Kathleen had only one demand – get rid of Rains and then she would come home.

“It’s already done” her grandfather assured her “I knew he had to be the reason you left. I fired him that day. Please come home honey, we are so worried. We love you!”

Score! Kathleen thought without a trace of guilt over her manipulation. She returned home that afternoon to a warm welcome. Everyone was there – her grandparents and both aunts and uncles were eager to tell her how worried they had been. Grandfather was even promising her a trip to Greece if she promised never to leave like that again.

So here Kathleen sat becoming slightly bored as she listened to another ‘intervention’ as each explained how her running off scared them so badly and what danger she was risking and how much she was loved. She loved them too but finally sighed and rolled her eyes as they continued ‘Blah, blah, blah’. She’d heard it all before.

A deep voice cut across the room.

“I can’t listen to any more of this!” Boredom was quickly driven away as Rains stalked into the room.

“But, but…” Kathleen looked to her grandfather as she tried to shrink back into the chair as a means of escape. “You said you’d fired him!”

“I did” said Grandfather looking equally confused.

“Yes you did and I hired him back” Grandmother stated calmly. “He and I had an informative talk after you let him go and I felt that for Kathleen’s true safety and well being he is the man I want for her bodyguard.”

Now Mr. Rains, I believe there was something you had to say to my granddaughter.”

Rains addressed himself to Kathleen as if she was the only one in the room “Will you look at these people – all of whom have better things to do than to sit here pleading and begging you to simply behave as an adult. You run off for the sole purpose of worrying them. You want them to fawn all over you – promise you gifts and perks just to get you to return to a loving family that does not deserve your manipulation. You are the epitome of a spoiled brat and you need your butt spanked and have needed that for some time!”

Where was everyone?! Were they just going to sit there and allow this man to berate her as if she were a child? Why wasn’t anyone defending her? And why was Grandmother sitting there nodding!?

Kathleen leaped to her feet! “Who do you think you are? I want you out of this house this instant! How dare you speak to me in that manner?”

“I plan to do a lot more than speak. I don’t make idle threats.” And without further warning Kathleen felt her wrist grabbed and she was quickly pulled to a straight back chair and in an instant she was over Rains lap.

This could not be happening! But it was. Her thin sundress offered no protection as his hard hand fell on her upturned bottom.

“Oooowwwww!” Kathleen yelled lustily. “Damn! That hurts!!”

How long did it take three grown men to race across the room to her rescue? As Rains continued the unrelenting assault on her tender bottom Kathleen was not suffering her fate in silence. Jerking her head up she looked toward her family screaming “Stop him!”

What she saw in that brief instance caused her heart to fail. At her cries she saw her grandfather and both uncles stirred as if to come to her aid. But simultaneously she saw her grandmother and both aunts lay a gently restraining hand on their husbands.

Realizing that she was truly on her own Kathleen cut loose.

“You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch!! Stop – stop, owww!” The hand only came harder and faster. She couldn’t take it. She tried to throw herself off his lap only to have him pull her firmly back. Her hand flew back to ward off the blows. It was quickly captured and held to the small of her back.

Only when she finally went limp and began sobbing “Please, stop. Stop, I won’t do it again!” did Rains pause. She lay across his lap sobbing as he still held her firmly. As her cries turned to sniffles he helped her to her feet. He handed her a handkerchief from his pocket.

Now he spoke to her quietly “Are you in pain?”

“Yes!” she answered rubbing fiercely at her bottom.

“Look at them”, Rains said pointing at her family. “They were in pain for three days while you were gone. It hurt every minute that they didn’t know where you were. How would you have liked that spanking to have lasted for 3 days?” Looking at her family Kathleen saw that grandfather had tears in his eyes.

It was all too much “I’m sorry” she sobbed. Rains reached out and pulled her two him. He gently rubbed her back as she cried and told her everything was going to be alright. Her feelings were so confused. She wanted to hate him for what he had just put her through but now being held in his arms was one of the best feelings she could remember.

Grandmother was getting to her feet. “Well goodness we all have things we need to get back to. Mr. Rains we will leave our granddaughter’s safety in your capable hands” and with that the family drifted away.

Kathleen felt a little awkward with Rains. He lead her to the sofa where she sat only to gasp with pain as she did. That damn spanking had hurt! And it was likely to for a while longer. Rains was saying,

“Look I want you to know that you haven’t lost your freedom. All you’ve lost is the right to put yourself in ridiculous, unnecessary danger. We need to do some talking so we will completely understand each other. Why don’t you go throw on a pair of jeans and show me around the grounds.”

Talking didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Kathleen headed upstairs to change. She still had conflicting emotions – but this man had her interest.

“Or we could go for a horse back ride.” He suggested.

Each step made her acutely aware of how much her butt was hurting. Kathleen whirled around in anger at the suggestion.

“But you just … I mean, I … horseback riding…?”

“Oh forget it then” Rains laughed. "That walk will be alright."

She hadn’t heard him laugh before. His teasing evaporated her quick anger and as she headed off to change she realized her boredom had evaporated as well. Actually Kathleen was beginning to realize the boredom might well be a thing of the past.


I hope everyone enjoyed our story this week. Our author? None other than little ‘ol me! See I can’t get enough of you good folks to write for me so I am forced to do it myself. LOL! I like writing but I really enjoy reading what all of you send in much more. So I do hope you liked this story but even more I hope you are writing one yourself and that you will send it in for a Fantasy Friday. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com