Vacation time!

Vacation time is here! This weekend we are heading out on a cruise with the whole family. LJ and Collin are flying from NY to Florida to meet up with us. Mollie is bringing a friend also. I really think it’s going to be the best of both worlds. I love having my whole family with me. I know we’ll do some things together as a family. But I also know, with the age of the ‘kids’, we’ll have plenty of privacy too. All our rooms are together but I with the kids out and about until the wee hours we won’t have to worry about any noise we’ll be making as we head to bed! Nick also mentioned that the cane would fit nicely in the garment bag and that that was quiet. Let me be clear – that cane is NOT invited along on my vacation!! The dogging bat, the leather paddle, Nick’s belt, even the hair brush can come along, but NO CANES!

I won’t be on the paying to get on the internet while we’re gone. That puts me out of contact for about as long a stretch as I’ve been off since I began blogging. I think I can handle it. I mind-blog often so hopefully I’ll have some good trip stories to share once I get home. I’ve never been spanked in a foreign country, hopefully that’ll change!

Fantasy Friday will be up tomorrow and next Friday too and hopefully you’ll hear from me soon after. So long until then.

Where do we go from here?

For those of us who have guys that spank sporadically, at best, I think you’ll understand my question here.

Why do I keep pushing the whole spanking thing,
why can’t I let it go and be happy when it crops up?

I promise this is not a whiny ‘he won’t spank me enough’ post. Yes I know, I write them occasionally, but this isn’t that kind of post. However, I do ask myself that question often and I feel fairly sure Nick asks himself the same thing about me.

So I’ve been thinking about why – why am I obsessed with the subject? I ran though the obvious reasons that we talk about here often. Spanking is a strong, long held desire/need that’s been with me since childhood. It can be suppressed, it was for nearly 50 years, but now that it’s out I know for a fact it will not be going away any time soon. Spanking makes me feel loved, cared for, thought about, valued, listened to, protected and sexy. You know I should be able to stop right there, that all seems like enough.

But wait! There’s more… spanking is something Nick and I have in common, something we both enjoy, something that we can both talk about and do together. Sometimes I feel that’s about all we do together. For the first 23 years of our marriage, as I’ve said before, we were like pleasant roommates. We liked one another; we wanted the other to be happy. But we pretty much went our own ways. I feel like we revert back to this when spanking isn’t really active in our marriage. We really do love each other, but we don’t have a lot in common. He plays golf; I’m not interested in the least. He enjoys photography; I like it too, but not enough to get up before 5 AM to get that great shot. We like different TV shows, although we watch a few shows together. We have different tastes in books also so we rarely discuss what we’re reading. Admittedly my favorite pursuits are pretty solitary themselves. I like to read, I like to write, and I like to blog and talk to my friends out here.

It was different (and wonderful) when I first come out to him. What a jolt for both of us. Nick was anxious to read everything I wrote, he read my friends blogs, he even commented some, he became friends with my spanko/blogger friends. We all got so close we visited in real life – we flew 3,000 miles to visit with these wonderful people, and we’ve hosted them in our home. He wrote several spanking stories for me. He would tease me about what I’d be getting spanked for, we would point out pervertables to one another wherever we went. We talked! We talked all the time. Spanking, the idea of him giving rules, being the boss, being dominant, was like a delicious secret the two of us shared. I felt so opened and close to him. I miss those feelings.

I understand about a honeymoon period – nothing holds the excitement of being fresh and new forever. It wasn’t only Nick’s interest that faded, many of the bloggers from back then either stopped blogging or lost interest in spanking for various reasons. I feel that Nick and probably some of my good friends would say, if they could find a polite way, ‘Move on! Spanking is fine, fun to do on occasion, to read or write about some times, but get over it!’

So I’m looking for some suggestion here folks, we’re about to have an empty nest. What do couples with different interest and hobbies do with one another? I can’t think of anything that going to push this from my mind – kids are grown and I’m far enough in my career that when I give it much thought I just become frustrated. While I'll admit to being lazy in many ways, my mind is always active, I am always thinking, day dreaming, mind-blogging, whatever you want to call it. Shoot, I've been mentally writing spanking stories since I was eleven – so if I try to ignore spanking ideas what do I think about all day? My most enjoyable activity these days is writing – but you know what I like to write about. I’m at a loss. The good news is that I’m not mad or sad or even frustrated, just confused about where to go from here.

One last thing - it sounds like Nick and I are sitting here staring into space, ignoring one another. We're not! We have a good time, we're going on vacation this weekend. We laugh and smile and talk but I just miss that deep connection we had when all this started and I'd like to get it back.

My weekend

As I told you Nick was away this weekend and I have to honestly say I did several things I would have NEVER done had he been here. The first thing was that I killed the biggest spider I’ve ever seen in our house. Mollie was a great help as she stood on the counter making the suggestion we just sell the house and leave! I did think it was a good suggestion at the time, but I managed to kill it anyway. The next thing I would never have done had Nick been home was to unstop the kitchen sink. I’m not sure what the problem was but it was disgusting, Liquid Plumber to the rescue! The other things I did that I wouldn’t done if Nick had been here, regarding eating habits and late night hours, we need not discuss in detail.

I was planning to write while Nick was gone but it never quite jelled. I got one piece of writing done that had been on my mind but the other two stories that have been rolling around in my mind just wouldn’t come out of my fingers and onto the keyboard. I’ve pretty much felt like a blob this weekend. Often when Nick’s gone I end up with lovely spanky, sexy thought running through my head. But this time I just sat. No interesting thoughts. No online implement window shopping. No secret desires that I won’t even share with Nick crept into my thoughts – nothing. Not good, not good at all.

Me, the blob

There are 10 million things I could be doing around the house; I could be exercising, getting our room ready to paint, pack up old clothes for good will, cleaning in general. I got nothing. I sit. I stare at the TV. I play mindless games on the computer – BTW I got a score of 62,200 on bouncing balls, just sayin’. I owe emails, I need to get the details emailed out for the family reunion later this summer, I have school work I desperately need to get done this summer so I won’t feel so stressed when I go back… list like this could go on forever. So what are my plans for the next couple of hours? I think I’ll take a nap, maybe a snack first…

Fantasy Friday - Carl and Betty

It's Friday, it's summer, and we have a brand new Fantasy Friday! What could be better than that - well the new story could be written by Annie, and this one is!!

Nick is abandoning me this weekend to go play golf so I think I'll spend my weekend reading and writing.

For now, enjoy this wonderful story...

Carl and Betty

Carlton Brewster Howell, Jr. slammed down the phone receiver and swore loudly. Normally a quiet, soft spoken man, he had reached his wits end with his new bride. Betty was out of control, spending money like a demon, and refusing to listen to reason. He was well off and certainly able to provide a more than comfortable lifestyle but at the rate she was going he would be dipping into his stock portfolio soon, just to pay the mortgage. It wasn’t as if they needed the things she was buying, she simply shopped until she was tired, every day.

The arguments over money were escalating into all out warfare that no longer ended in steamy sessions of lovemaking. Now this, a store manager had called to inform him that Betty had charged over $3000.00 worth of dresses, left without signing the slip, and refused to return when he called her about it.

Telling his secretary he was leaving early he headed downtown to take care of her latest mess. Fuming the whole way over her inconsiderate behavior, and angry at himself for impulsively marrying a girl young enough to be his daughter.

Park Avenue Dress Shop was a small, exclusive boutique that catered to the younger crowd. Carlton wandered through the shop as he waited for the manager to see him, their merchandise was lovely and the price tags reflected their uptown location.

Mr. Lee, the manager, was quite apologetic for the misunderstanding, assuring Carlton that he felt it was the sales clerk’s fault for not completing the paperwork before Mrs. Howell left the store. Carlton couldn’t bear the thought of a clerk being fired and explained to Mr. Lee his wife’s somewhat unusual approach to finances. Mr. Lee, seeing the pain this was causing hastened to assure Carlton that no one would be fired.
This was a family business, the clerk was one of his nieces. She would be disciplined, not fired.

“Just how does one go about “disciplining” a woman that doesn’t listen to a word you say, that’s what I’d like to know.” Carlton mumbled, almost to himself.

“Perhaps you speak to the wrong end.” Mr. Lee ventured. “I do not allow my wife, my daughters, or my nieces to ignore my requests, it would be disrespectful of me to ignore my duty to them.”

“Well, you seem to be doing much better at it than I am, maybe you’d like to tell me your secret for getting them to listen. My wife says, yes, dear, and does as she damn well pleases the minute my back is turned.”

“Forgive me if I offend, sir, but when was the last time you disciplined her?”

Carlton sighed, “I’ve scolded her, put her on a budget, even taken her credit cards away, nothing seems to work, it doesn’t even slow her down.”

“Ah, I begin to see your problem. You treat her like an adult, she behaves like a child and you do nothing to control her. Mrs. Howell, she is slightly younger than yourself, is she not?”

“You don’t have to be so tactful, she’s half my age and we both know it, but what does that have to do with her spending money?”

“Perhaps you would care to join me in my office, I must speak to my niece about this very problem. I think you will understand more by observing. Please follow me.”

Carlton was ensconced in a comfortable chair, served coffee, and beginning to relax when a young woman entered the office, her head hung low. She went to stand in front of her uncle’s desk, looking like a school girl.

“My niece, how is it that I find myself speaking to you again? Did I not make myself clear the last time?”

“Oh no, please, Uncle, I am very sorry. I will do better, this will never happen again, I promise.” The girl was pleading and almost in tears.

“I have told you what would happen if I had to speak to you about sloppy work, please try to listen this time.”

With that Mr. Lee walked to the center of the room, dragging a straight backed chair. He then removed an old fashioned, wooden paddle from a drawer, seated himself and drew his niece to his side. She jerked violently at his touch.

“Please, Uncle, not in front of a stranger, you can’t, please.”

“You are the one who has made this necessary. Mr. Howell was inconvenienced by a trip to undo your mistake. I have warned you that you would be punished if your work did not improve.”

With that Mr. Lee drew the young woman over his lap and raised her skirt above her waist. Drawing her panties and tights down to mid-thigh he began scolding in a low, quiet, almost sad voice. Explaining again why this punishment was being delivered.

With no warning the paddle descended with a sharp crack, causing a muffled sob. Soon the room was filled with resounding blows as the paddle was briskly applied to the squirming bottom. Carlton was frozen in place, he had a clear view of the rapidly reddening backside and he was both embarrassed and fascinated by the way the paddle flattened her buttocks leaving a red, fiery mark in it’s wake.

All through the spanking Mr. Lee continued to explain, over and over, why she was being punished, as he continued to paddle, over and over. By this time the poor girl was screaming, promising to be good, and begging him to stop, but he calmly spanked, covering every inch of her bottom until it glowed.

Suddenly the girl stopped begging and slumped over her uncle’s lap, crying loudly and gulping for air as the paddle played it’s burning song. This seemed to be what Mr. Lee was waiting for, he stopped spanking, explained again why this punishment had been given, then gave her several, very hard whacks, “to help her remember this”. He then helped her replace her clothing, ignoring her wince at the touch on her sore backside, hugged her tightly, told her he loved her and sent her to freshen up and return to work.

‘Mr. Howell, you seem shocked. I assure you this method clears the air, prevents issues from escalating and provides a very real deterrent to repeat behavior.”

“Do you spank your whole staff?”

“Actually, I do, but only when it is deserved. They are all daughters and nieces, it is my job to help them learn. I also spank my wife, but she is smarter than the young ones, it doesn’t happen very often.”

Carlton was confused, part of him was too much a gentleman to even think of striking his wife, the other part was already seeing her lovely white ass turning red across his lap. Seeing his conflict Mr. Lee offered to share his experiences over dinner.

Several hours later a much enlightened and very determined husband returned home, carrying several surprise packages for his new bride. He found her in her usual spot, lounging in the bedroom gloating over her days purchases.

Pausing for a moment before she saw him he was struck again by how sweet and lovely she was. Only five feet tall and perfectly proportioned, she looked like a china doll curled up on that big bed, her hair falling in her face as she leaned over, stroking a new dress like a kitten.

“Betty, I’m home.”

“Oh sugar, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Elizabeth, it just isn’t right for a Howell to have a common old name like Betty. Now come see what I got today, isn’t it beautiful?”

“Is that the dress you stole from Park Avenue?” he asked coldly.

“What, why what are you talking about, sugar, we’re rich, I don’t have to steal anything.” In spite of her answer she looked a little worried.

“You must have had a long day, come over here and let me rub your shoulders and you can tell me all about it.”

“You would be surprised at my day I am sure. But I want an answer, is that the dress you stole today?”

“Now, Carl, that’s enough I’m just not going to talk to you at all if you keep this silliness up.”

“So you say you did not steal that dress?”

“Who accused me of stealing, we’ll sue them for all they’re worth, especially after all the money I’ve spent in that store. Why I ought to just call our lawyer right now.” Betty worked herself up into a righteous indignation and he let her go on for a moment. Any doubts he might have had about his plan were dispelled by her attitude.

“I brought you a present, two, in fact, don’t you want to know what they are?”

“Well why didn’t you say so, I just love presents.”

“Before you open them I want you to come sit with me on the couch for a minute. I have something to say to you.”

“I love you, Betty, more than you know, but I can not go on as we have been. I have tried talking, begging even ignoring in the hope that things would improve. It is time that we made some changes. I will not have this kind of turmoil in my home. I am in charge, you will obey my rules or suffer the consequences. If you do not care enough for me to do so, then I will help you pack and we will end this farce of a marriage right now.”

Betty was stunned, then angry, certain there was someone else. He allowed her to scream and accuse for a minute then took her arm.

“I will not tolerate disrespect for me, or anyone else, in my home, do you understand? You are acting like a spoiled brat and I intend to treat you like one.”

Carlton ripped open the package and laid the new paddle and strap out.

“From now on, when you disobey me I will take you across my lap, pull down your pants and spank you until I have your attention, then you will be punished for your behavior with this paddle until I feel you have learned a lesson. If you lie to me, if you steal or sneak behind my back, you will then get the strap. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Betty sat, staring at him, he had never spoken to her in such a stern manner, it reminded her of her father.

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, YOUNG LADY?”

“Yes, yes sir.” Betty stammered, unsure what had upset him so.

With that Carlton grabbed his young bride, pulled her across his lap and had her nightgown up and her panties down before she knew what had happened.

“What do you think you are doing? This has gone far enough, I won’t put up with this, I’ll call my lawyer. I’ll call the police, I’ll OW, STOP, HEY, NOOOOOOO”

Carlton’s hand kept a steady rhythm covering her wiggling butt with large red hand prints, ignoring her struggles, threats, and screams for help, he simply spanked harder and harder. After several minutes of steady spanking the threats gave way to promises to be good.

“Okay, okay, you can stop now, I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be good, please stop,....”

“Now that I have your attention we can get to the problem at hand, so to speak.”

With that he picked up the paddle and began explaining, carefully and slowly, a swat for each word, how unhappy he was with her behavior and how things were going to change.

SWAT “I asked you not to go on shopping sprees.” SWAT SWAT SWAT

CRACK “I am ashamed at your behavior today.” CRACK SWAT WHAP

YEOW “I’m sorry honey.” OUCH “I won’t do it again.” YIKES “Stop, please STOP”

But Carlton could feel how much better this was than fighting. He ignored her begging and waited for her bottom to tell him that she was learning her lesson. Her butt was bright red and fiery hot but he knew he wasn’t done yet.

He stopped paddling for a moment and rested his hand on her , feeling the heat.

“Let’s try again, is that the dress you stole from Park Avenue today?”

No answer, so he started paddling again, a little harder this time.

OUCH! NO! STOP! PLEASE, NO MORE!

“Is that the dress you took today?”

He aimed a little lower, raining blows to the tender spot right at the crease between her thighs and buttocks, causing her to howl and blubber. Another flurry of spanks alternating cheeks and she collapsed, sobbing, all resistance gone. Just a little girl crying her heart out, all defiance long gone, enduring a blistering that would guarantee she would be sleeping on her stomach and standing up for breakfast, at least.

“Is that the dress you took without paying today?”

YES! YES! I’M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE , NO MORE!!!!

He landed several hard swats to each cheek, just to let her know who was in charge, and set the paddle aside, stroking her hot bottom and holding her securely as she hung limp and sobbing over his knees.

“What did I tell you would happen if you lied to me?” he asked gently.

She just cried, refusing to believe he could be so cruel, surely he couldn’t mean there was more. Her sobbing and wailing reached new heights when he picked up the strap.

THWACK!!!!

Betty screamed and bucked, as much as the paddle hurt it was nothing compared to the fire of the strap.

THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!!!

Betty’s whole body convulsed with each stroke across her already raw and sore flesh.

“Are you sorry for lying to me?”

“Oh yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please stop, I’ll be good.”

“Just three more, one for each thousand that you stole.”

“NO!!! PLEASE!!!!! NO MORE!!!!

THWACK!!!!! AIEEEE!!!! NO!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!

THWACK!!!!

“That’s all over now. Come lay on the bed and let me put a cool rag on your bottom.”

Carlton helped his still sobbing wife out of her panties and onto the bed, fetching a wet towel, holding her and soothing her as she cried.

“I’m sorry, Carl. I’ll be good, I’ll even stick to my budget. I don’t know why I’m so mean sometimes. Please don’t make me leave, I love you, I promise I’ll be good from now on.”

Carlton listened to Betty’s promises, soothing her fears and holding her tight until she cried herself to sleep. Watching her tear stained face he wrestled with his own emotions. There was no doubt this was more effective than fighting and shouting. He felt a little guilty at how good it felt to have his wife squirming over his lap as he punished her.

Part of him hoped that she had learned her lesson, part of him hoped that she would steal another dress tomorrow so he could spank her all over again.

~o0o~

Annie, thank you once again. We love your stories and anytime you do have time to write we'd love to read it!

There are so many good new bloggers out here. Please remember that Fantasy Friday is opened to everyone! Even if you don't fancy yourself a writer why not give it a try? Write the story of your perfect spanking. We would love to hear what you have to say. Please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

An invitation

I don’t have a post today but I wanted to invite everyone over to Cassie’s Space. She’s just finishing up a story. For some of my new friends out here who may not know, Cassie’s Space is my other blog. It’s fiction but pretty good fiction I think. If you’re not familiar with it I wish you would drop by and give it a read.

If you should leave her a comment she'd be delighted but remember if you leave a comment for Cassie, she'll be the one to answer you!

OWWWW! That feels better.

Thanks to my persistent husband I got up and walked before 7:30 both Saturday and Sunday. I’m not really sure that Sunday counted because we went and got biscuits afterwards but I did do as my husband requested.

Mollie had to go to church an hour before we did and as soon as she was out the door Nick said “It’s time we had that talk.” I got the normal spanko feeling. For those of you who don’t know what that means, it’s basically that we spend about 99% of our waking hours (when we aren’t being actively spanked) wondering when the next one is coming, wishing the next one was coming, working on ways we can insure the next one is coming and being mad because our spanker seems to have forgotten that a thing such as spanking exist in the world. But that other 1% of the time, that time when we know for sure it’s coming – then we are wondering why we ever mentioned spanking to him in the first place, deciding we have completely changed our minds about the necessity of the upcoming spanking , and scouting for the quickest exit.

Although those 1% thoughts were circling in my head I dutifully followed Nick back to the bedroom where he was opening the toy box. Bending me over the bed he began a pretty good warm-up with his hand. Firm, but not bad at all. As he began to talk however, it got a little harder. His two themes were:

1. I wasn’t doing anything on the healthy lifestyle goals. (Guilty, I admit)

2. I was ‘bad mouthing’ him out here as not doing his part and not being consistent. (I’m guilty of that too, but it’s still the truth!)

After a good warm up he pulled three implements from the toy box, the dogging bat, the tawse and the OCW (Orange County Whapper) that is pictured in my masthead. He told me to pick one for him to use and after each swat I was to ask for another if I thought I needed one. He said “Let’s just see how serious you are about this.” Well the choice was a no brainer – the dogging bat for sure. He started off medium and I continued to ask for more. Then they got hard. I was taking longer between swats to ask for another. His aim was dead on too – right on the sit spot where legs and bottom meet. He took his time between each one, due to my hesitation, but toward the end they were full force! The man was making an impression.

Finally I couldn’t make myself ask for another, I was on fire. It was then that he picked up the OCW – thick, firm leather and lay about five more on my sit spot. Holding my position was nearly impossible, but I did it. I was burnt up! I have no complaints about him not being serious! I was rubbing like crazy. I was most grateful. It really hurt; it’s been a long time since it really hurt. There have been lots of spankings, but really none in the past year that I felt after I got up, none that I could remember when I sat even a few minutes later. This one I could feel and I felt loved.

I got an email from him later with some request for this week. I’m working on them. I emailed him today too. I hope this wasn’t a onetime deal. It’s not that I want a spanking like that every day but – I have to say I sure felt better afterwards. I wish there were more little spankings when we don’t have time for something big. Nick leaves at the crack of dawn – I’m still in bed, asleep and cozy. I sure wish he would flip the covers back and land a few sharp cracks against my sleeping butt (that incense holder worked just fine the other morning.) So I’m making a deal with myself, any morning he does that I’ll exercise (walk, do an exercise video, swim, or go to the gym) before I pick up the computer. But I’m not going to tell him to read this. If he is really interested in what his wife thinks, wants, needs or anything else about her – well he knows where my blog is. For those of you who know Nick’s email address, NO FAIR telling him to come here. I really want to see if he is interested enough. I’ll let you know.

Ups and downs

I was busy at the end of last week. Mollie and I took off for her college for orientation. I believe the place she chose is the most beautiful campus I’ve ever seen. The weather was the best we could have ask for too, but to tell you the truth all I heard was ‘talk to your student about avoiding alcohol and drugs.’ As far as I’m concerned if you’ve waited to have that conversation until they are headed off to college, you’re nearly 18 years too late! However, Mollie and I had a great time and I came home exhausted Friday afternoon.

Not long after we got home I tried to have a conversation with Nick about my diet-exercise-healthy weight thing. It’s didn’t go so well. I mentioned that I owed several months at the gym and if I decided to continue there it was going to cost. I added that I really didn’t want to go. I was really hoping for some direction - who am I trying to kid – I was looking for an order. Either ‘you’re going back’ or ‘if you’re not going to go you have to do this and this’ and so on. All I got was ‘you probably should’ and then he said something about ‘You’ll have to make a plan’ and that was all. I felt depressed and lonely.

I wrote a post. I was angry, disappointed, hurt and confused. I didn’t want to post it but I wanted to write it. I still wanted someone to read it and give me a little sympathy. I sent it to Rogue and she gave both sympathy and some dastardly advice on how to get spanked. LOL both were highly appreciated!

I went to bed feeling depressed but waking up was better. Nick woke me before 7:30. He said if we went early we could go around our walking park a few times before it got hot. I was still feeling a little hurt and keeping my eyes closed I said “You told me I was on my own and to make my own plan.”

Nick said “That’s not what I said, I said you needed to make a plan and this morning your plan is to go walking.” He then started swatting my butt with a wooden incense holder he found on the dresser. That thing stung more than you would think it would. Anyway we went walking. We still didn’t talk much about where we were and what I should be doing, but it was a step in the right direction.

Later I got an email with some suggestion of things we could do later today. One suggestion was a ‘talk’ about my progress, or lack of. We’ll see what happens.

Fantasy Friday, Just for Fun - part 4

Here is the final part of Antoinette's wonderful story.

Just for Fun
Part 4

Jess calmed down after her violent orgasm. Her heavy panting and whimpers the only sound in the room. Shawn stopped what his mouth was doing and removed his fingers from Jess’s core, his fingers slick with her pleasure. He picked up his limp wife and put her on the bed, her head resting on a pillow. He spooned her and listen to her breathing, his fingers tracing up and down her arm and across her breast, circling a taut nipple.

“Jerk…” Jess mumbled after a while. Her eyes closed as her husband continued to tease her nipples making them tingle all over again. “Interrupting me while I’m talking…”

“Would you have rather me not to give you satisfaction? I could’ve just left you all hot and bothered as one of your punishments.” Shawn whispered as he moved from behind her to on top of her, his erection straining his boxers.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Jess tried to shout. But it didn’t work out so well. Having Shawn’s erection pressing on her soft folds distracted her.

“Then again…” Shawn murmured as he cupped Jess’s breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth onto her nipple. Biting it and pulling it, his tongue circling it, making Jess moan and her back arch slightly. “You have been a very naughty girl…” Shawn moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

Jess moaned in ecstasy, tingly feelings racing up and down her spine. The heat in her belly rising. She fisted her man’s hair, burying her hands in its softness.

“Shawn please! I need you inside me…” Jess begged reaching for her lover’s shaft, intending to do a little torture of her own, since he won’t hurry up and make love to her.

Shawn saw Jess’s hand move down towards his groin, he smiled inwardly and grabbed her naughty hand pinning it above her head and grabbing her other hand and pinning it with it.

“Naughty girl. Very naughty girl.” Shawn growled low as he kept his love’s hands in one of his as he reached over and opened the drawer to the bedside table where he kept the restraints. You’d think the restraints would be with the other toys, but it’s easier for them to be at easy access.

“Looks like my naughty girl is going to have to learn to keep her naughty hands to herself.” Shawn told her in low tones as he grabbed the leather cuffs he bought in Vegas and cuffed Jess’s hands to the bed frame.

Jess whimpered at once again being handcuffed to the bed. Not that she didn’t like bondage, she did, it’s just whenever she’s like this, so immobile, it makes her feel more vulnerable and more submissive.

Shawn loved the passion mixed with fear look his loves face is making. She’s so intoxicatingly beautiful. Leaning down and kissing her soft lips, Shawn’s hands massaged her breasts, his mouth following his hands. Making sure each of her breasts were properly pampered and teased he moved down finding her navel. Circling it and dipping his tongue in for a taste as his hands slid under her hips and went down to cup her bottom. His mouth traveled south and he nuzzled the silky curls and kissed her inner thighs, skipping that moist center, making Jess groan in frustration.

“I know a naughty little girl who deserves a severe tongue lashing…” Shawn purred kissing Jess’s bikini area. He blew hot air on Jess’s dewy folds and she shuddered and moaned, pulling against her restraints.

Shawn smiled and started to torment Jess. He licked up her folds, and latched onto the tiny organ peaking at him from under its hood. Licking and nipping, Shawn put Jess into her pleasure place. But she left way too soon for her taste because right when she was close to the edge of her orgasm he stopped and peeked up at her. Jess growled in frustration, her dark brown eyes piercing a hole through his head, and a scowl on her pretty features.

Chuckling Shawn resumed tasting her pleasure, the sweetness that came within her. He brought Jess to the brink but stopped, and did that over, and over and over again.

Sobbing in frustration from denied her release again Jess cried out to her tormenter, “Shawn please! Oh baby, please let me cum. Please!”

“Hmm…” Shawn hummed against his wife’s womanhood, “Why should I let you cum little one? Naughty girls aren’t allowed release. Only good girls are.”

“Oh baby!” Jess moaned as Shawn continued the agony. “Baby please, please!” Jess begged, desperate for release.

Shawn spread her tender folds and licked the sensitive skin on the inside, his tongue barley protruding in her. Jess whimpered and raised her hips trying to get Shawn to move quickly.

Two of his fingers slipped inside Jess and fingered her while his tongue worried her clit. Right before she reached the brink he stopped and stared at his love.

Tears of frustration coursed down Jess’s cheeks as that burning, aching need between her legs was once again not satisfied.

“Ask me, baby girl.” Shawn whispered, wanting to hear Jess’s statement.

“Please, baby… please!” Jess hoarsely answered.

“Please what Jess? Tell me what you want.”

“Please let me, please let me!”

“Let you what?”

“Please let me cum Shawn. Please let me cum for you.” Jess growled her frustration at ultimate high. Shawn smiled then started to pump his fingers in and out of her, his tongue circling and pressing the tiny bundle of nerves. Jess howled as another violent orgasm took its course, her inner walls squeezing and trying to pull Shawn’s fingers in deeper while he lapped at her juices.

Before she calmed down fully Shawn freed himself and entered his love with one quick, hard thrust, burying his length in her. Jess withered and moaned as she felt her lover enter her.

“Look at me Jessica.” Shawn rumbled as he gazed down at his passionate love. “Look at me.”

Jess opened her eyes and squealed. Shawn’s gaze was full of hunger and lust and having him fully in her without movement was another torment she didn’t need right this second. Trying to dig her heels in and push against him, trying anything to start some movement.

“Oh no baby girl.” Shawn said as he held her still, keeping her from starting any movement. “You’ve been a very naughty girl; therefore I’m controlling this love making.”

Jess whimpered, and then howled as Shawn pumped into her, deep thrusts filling her completely and pleasuring her to an extent. Shawn would pull almost all the way out, until barley the head was inside of her, then thrust deeply and repeat that process. Nice and slowly.

The heat in her belly was rising and rising and felt like she’d never climax or he’d ever finish. Frustrated enough and now getting highly annoyed Jess wanted more.

“Faster Shawn, please faster.” Jess whimpered as she felt him almost leave her body then thrusted back into her.

“No.” He replied simply, wanting to make this reunion last.

Jess growled and wrapped her legs around Shawn’s waist and pulled him down making him thrust deeper into her. “I said faster. If you ever want to make love to me again, you better pick up the pace!”

“Really now?” Shawn chuckled at his wife’s threat. “You won’t be able to resist my love making baby. You won’t be able to resist my tender mouth on yours and my talented fingers stroking you, making you hot for me.”

Jess moaned in reply. Her husband’s words dancing in her mind as he started to pick up the pace.

“You’re so sweet… so hot… so wet for me.” Shawn murmured in Jess’s ear. “Are you wet for me baby? Are you hot for me?”

“Yesssss.” Jess sighed as Shawn continued to make passionate love to her.

“Gonna make you scream baby, gonna make you scream for me.” And scream she did. Jess finally reached her climax and she roared and bucked, her inner walls squeezing Shawn’s hard member making him be pushed over the edge and his cum filling her, mixing with her own.

Shawn rolled from on top of his love to the side, his guy softening and tender. He un-cuffed her hands and pulled her to his chest. Her head resting on it and their legs intertwined. Neither one of them wanting to ruin the peace and quiet of their after love.

“I love you baby girl. I love you more than all the words in all the languages. I love you more than I need to breathe. I need you like air, like food and water. I love you so dearly baby girl it makes my heart swell.” Shawn murmured in Jess’s ear as she started to doze.

“I love you too baby, I love you too.” Jess mumbled and drifted off into a peaceful sleep Shawn’s words of undying love dancing in her mind lulling her off to dreamland.

~o~

Antoinette, thanks again for letting me use your story for Fantasy Friday. I know you're a big hit with my readers. If anyone else is willing to write one we would all love to read it. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantsay Friday, Just for Fun - part 3

This one nearly slipped by me! Mollie and I have been at her college orientation these past two days. Sitting around listening for hours is more tiring than working for a living!

Thankfully we have then next part of Antoinette's wonderful story. Today we have part three. Part four will be up tomorrow. You can go back and pick up parts one and two here if you missed them.

A big thanks to Antoinette, don't forget to go by her blog and check it out for yourself. Now enjoy...

Just for Fun
Part 3

“Baby, please…” Jess whispered, so not wanting to get paddled. Her bottom already hurts, she doesn’t want it worse.

“Would you rather I use my belt on you?” Shawn asked knowing damn well that Jess hates leather and would rather get paddled. Well *chuckle* she’d rather not get anything at all but a good girl spanking and loving.

“No! Not the belt… Please baby.” Tears were gathering in Jess’s eyes, a little fear gripping her heart, some spilling over.

Shawn reached up and wiped away the raindrops rolling down his love’s cheeks. “Shhh baby girl. I’m not going to whip you.” Relief washed over Jess’s features and she wrapped her arms around his neck making sure to kiss him as deeply as she could. She felt one of Shawn’s hands reach up and caress her breast while he kissed her. Shawn moved and started to kiss up and down Jess’s neck nipping the soft skin as he started towards her ear. Biting it, Jess moaned and collapsed into him her knees falling between his legs. As she started to go into a delicious passion state Shawn whispered in her ear, “You’re still getting paddled, little one.” He said as he bit her ear lobe again. Jess whimpered then moaned as she started to turn in, to what it looked like, a puddle.

Hauling Jess back to her feet, but keeping her steady with strong hands on her hips, Shawn smiled at his passionate love. His love is so responsive to his touch; he can turn her into a bundle of nerves in a matter of minutes. It makes him smile every time.

“Go get the paddle and bring it to me, baby.” Shawn commanded softly. He took his wife’s left hand and kissed her wedding ring.

Jess’s lower lip trembled a little, “B-but we have two…” She stammered, loving that Shawn was trying to comfort her.

“Hmm… That we do.” Shawn thought for a moment. There was the leather paddle that was for sensory play, and it always brought a beautiful color to Jess’s lower cheeks. Then there was the wooden paddle that Shawn had bought when the hand spankings weren’t teaching her a lesson. So instead of belting her, because that should be used for serious cases, he bought a paddle. The wooden paddle was only used for punishments. “Get the leather paddle baby. You’ve been naughty but not that naughty to receive the wooden paddle.” Shawn smiled when Jess’s shoulders relaxed and she tried to quiet her sigh of relief.

Jess walked to the dresser and squatted down to the one of the last drawers where all the toys were. The flogger, both paddles, vibrators (that Jess wasn’t allowed to use by herself, only Shawn was allowed to give her pleasure with those.) and other toys that shall remain nameless for the time being.

She reached in and grabbed the leather paddle pulling it out. She closed the drawer and stood, keeping her back to Shawn as she stared at the heart-shaped paddle. It’s beautiful… you have to admit it. She thought. It was smooth as silk and buttery black with red hearts stitched into it, outlining the shape of it. She kept wandering how Shawn was able to find a heart-shaped paddle.

“I’m losing patience little girl.” Shawn muttered. Jess turned around and laughed at the exasperated look her husband had.

“Acquire some patience baby. You’ll need it.” Jess sassed with a naughty grin spreading across her lips.

Shawn arched an eyebrow, trying for a stern tone and barley making it, “Is that right little girl?” Shawn questioned in a low growl, “Come ‘ere and I’ll show you who needs to acquire some patience.”

Jess’s sharp intake of breath made the big guy on the bed smile evilly. Her legs quivered and she felt her sex dripping slightly. Jess walked over to her husband slowly and gave him the paddle. Shawn took it from Jess’s slightly shaking hand and put it on the bed next to him. Shawn stood up in front of his love and looked down into her beautiful dark brown pools. Jess sucked in a breath when she saw her love stand and get taller and taller until he was standing at his full height, his eyes sparking, and a very naughty grin on his lips.

Shawn slid his hands up Jess’s sides and slid to her back, his fingers working the clasps on her bra, and freeing her breasts. He slid the bra straps off her arms and took the lacey and silky material with her other clothes.

Now completely naked Jess wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, and pressed her body into his, her breasts crushing into his chest, as she stood up on her tip toes and kissed Shawn’s delicious lips.

Shawn kissed Jess back and cupped her bottom lifting her just a little bit more, till she was off her toes and he felt her wrap her legs around his.

“Trying to distract me, wife?” Shawn murmured against her lips, sucking in her bottom lip and nibbling it.

“Mmmhmm… is it working, husband?” Jess mumbled as she moved her pelvis against Shawn’s groin. His groan was as delightful as his body’s immediate response.

“Naughty, naughty imp,” Shawn growled and sat on the bed with Jess straddling his lap, her wet heat right next to his throbbing guy. One of Shawn’s hand on her breasts and one hand cupping her full bottom. He teased her nipple, squeezing and rolling, then pinching hard enough to make Jess moan in his ear when she tried to nip his earlobe.

“Gonna warm your bottom little one. Gonna make it nice and sore, and a beautiful shade of rosy red.” Shawn whispered and then with a little struggle (she wouldn’t let go of his neck) he flipped his naked and vulnerable wife face down on his lap. He moved her slightly so her bottom was lifted and where he liked it. It was a soft rose now, probably doesn’t feel even the slightest of sting now… he’ll help with that.

Whimpering when Shawn put her back over his knee, Jess tried to get comfortable, wiggling a little and grabbing a pillow laying her head on it. Grabbing the paddle near her feet, Shawn rubbed the leather up and down his wife’s cheeks and on her thighs. Jess shivered slightly from the sensations he was creating.

“Why are you getting paddled Jessica?” Shawn questioned, starting to spank her, softly making it sting but not enough to make her yelp.

“Uh… um…” Jess stammered, not going to admit that she was naughty. You never admit that… especially when you’re being spanked!

“You don’t know?” Shawn asked, packing a little more sting into his spanks. He’s not particularly following a rhythm but making sure every ounce of her bottom is the same shade of tinting to dark pink.

Jess moaned. The light spanks on her sit spots, going straight to her libido, fueling her arousal. She started to rub herself using Shawn’s thigh, trying to get some kind of satisfaction.

“Stop that young lady. You aren’t to cum until I tell you to. Understand?” Shawn growled holding her still with an arm around her waist and pulling her body closer to his.

Jess whimpered and tried to still her movements. The paddle still kissing her skin but sharper now that she had been naughty again.

“Has it really been that long since your last spanking little one? You’re being awfully naughty.” Shawn taunted starting to spank the tanned thighs that stared up at him.

“You-ou spanked me-e just a-a couple days ago-o.” Jess breathed trying to catch her breath, her heart beating quickly and sex is needy and she still hasn’t been granted her orgasm yet.

“So it has been a while. Maybe I should start spanking you every day…” Shawn teased spanking a little more quickly and going back up to her bottom, making sure that the rosy hue stays put.

“What?!” Jess shouted as she started to buck and twist under the hand that was holding her. She twisted around and stared at the handsome face that was smirking at her. She didn’t read any hint of joking or anything that would tell her he’s kidding. “If you even think about spanking me every day, you overgrown lummox, I’ll make your life a living hell!” She swore glaring at her husband, making him chuckle.

“Really now?” Shawn taunted flipping over his sputtering wife. “Just what exactly do you plan on doing?”

“Well for starters I’m going to… OH!” Jess cried out when she felt two fingers invade her hot core. Shawn plunged deep inside his beautiful spitfire, rubbing her clit with one of his other fingers then pinching slightly making Jess whimper and moan, her back arched and her hips moving, trying to get Shawn to create some movement with his fingers.

Shawn bent forward and kissed his wife, mid-moan and invaded her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, sampling her sweet taste, taking what he already claimed as his. His fingers continued to thrust and twist, making Jess arch even more, as she started to reach climax once more. He felt her hands weave into his hair and grip him, pushing his head down as they continued to kiss.

Shawn decided to give his wife what she wanted so he stopped kissing her, and moved to her neck, kissing and sucking gently, while her hands tried to grip his hair, his fingers down south plunged once more and pinched her clit as the same time. Her throaty cry was pure music to his ears and she rang it out into one of them. As she climaxed her body bucked and her fingers tensed, her inner walls trying to suck his fingers in deeper, and his mouth continuing to bite and suck on her neck.

The one thing I wanted to avoid

I wanted to tell you a little more of what Nick and I discussed. I know there will never be real discipline in our relationship and I think I’m mostly come to terms with that. Nick doesn’t want it in a big way and I have to respect his wishes. To make me happy he will from time to time mention something he would really like me to do, and I do try, at least for a while. But as I’ve said if there are no consequences for not following through I tend to let even these things slide.

He did mention the other night, as he was spanking, that he wanted me to work on some things. Sounded good to me, I figured he wanted the towels folded and put away in a timelier manner. Maybe he wanted me to be better at getting my clothes hung up and not thrown at the foot of the bed. Maybe a little more house work in general. Maybe he wanted me in bed earlier or my car to stay cleaner. All these are things I would like to work on, but I have little in the way of self-motivation to get them done.

Nope, he didn’t mention any of these. He honed in on the one thing I just want to completely avoid. He wants me to begin working again to reach a healthy weight. YUCK! I mean if you have a magic pill I could take to get it done then hey, I’m all for it. It’s not like I’m unwilling, I’ll do anything I can to get healthier except

• Exercise
• Give up junk food
• Go to bed earlier
• Get out of my recliner and off the computer

I think you can see that I’m not being unreasonable. I mean, I’m a grown-up. Can’t grown-ups do whatever they want to do? Wasn’t that the point of growing up in the first place??

What I want to do is:

• Sleep late
• Blog
• Read
• Write fiction
• Eat what I like
• Be spanked whenever I’m in the mood (he will need to read my mind, please)
• And in general, be waited on hand and foot

What’s wrong with that?

Sigh… I know, I know. The world doesn’t work that way (although I know I’m closer to this lifestyle than many.) I don’t think Nick is worried about the way I look. I’m no raving beauty but I’m not too hideous to go out in public. I don’t think having me reach fashion model weight is something he is trying to get me to work toward. What he does want is a healthy wife. One who could come off the blood pressure medication, one whose knees and ankles don’t hurt, one who has more energy, one who isn’t in danger of diabetes, and one who will be around for a long time so that we can enjoy these empty nest years.

I know I have to decide to get off my sorry ass and do something to make this healthy lifestyle and weight loss a reality. It’s not like I’m saying "Well he won’t spank me when I don’t do these thing, so I just won’t." I’m really not that stupid. But I admit some outside (maybe that should be ‘backside’) motivation wouldn’t hurt. When he is engaged in being the ‘enforce’ the weight loss thing becomes a mind game for me. I can say to myself ‘If I don’t do _____, the Nick is going to wear me out’. That may or may not be true, but it’s something to keep my mind engaged instead of just the drudgery of exercise and dieting. I know a few hard swats anytime during the week, I mean 5 to 10 hard swats, as he ask me what I accomplished that day would be helpful. It would be like 'There, I got your attention. Show some progress or there will be more swats than you want in your future!"

I guess we’ll see what happens. I did get an interesting email from Nick the other day. You’ll remember I’m not the fastest at getting clean clothes put away. The email was short and to the point.

You have clothes and a brush on the bed, you choose

Would he have followed through? Don’t know, but I did manage to get my clothes put away!

Finally!

I need to paint a picture here for you. I’m writing this on Tuesday morning – my first day of summer vacation. LJ and Colin flew back to NYC this morning and arrived safe and sound by 7:30. Mollie is off with her friends in the mountains for a picnic and hiking. Nick’s working. I’m in our sun room, ceiling fan on, fresh cup of coffee by my side. The cats are on the sofa and the kitten (Hank) is dancing around the room chasing the sunbeams from the prisms in the windows. I’m looking out over the pool and contemplating my day of doing anything in the world I feel like doing. It just doesn’t get much better than this.

Graduation weekend was great! I worked my last day with the kids on Friday, a half day. At home I got to sit and visit with LJ for a long time. Later Nick caught me alone and pointed out that LJ and Collin would be staying at Collin’s mom's that night. That Mollie would be at the school sponsored graduation party until 3:00 AM and that we would have an opportunity to be alone. “Consider yourself warned.” was his message. Hmmmm…

When Mollie was ready to leave she couldn’t find the shoes she had bought for graduation. She was feeling rushed and frustrated and worried that they wouldn’t let her walk with the gray shoes she had grabbed as a last resort. But despite our turning the house upside down they were nowhere to be found. Of course 5 minutes after she left Nick did find them. I called Mollie and told her to stop where she was and I’d bring them to her (What are mothers for? While I fuss often I know when she is really stressed or upset that’s the time to just back off and do what you can to help – without comment.) As I handed them off she said “I feel like a rotten daughter, but you’re the best mom in the world!” What more could I ask for?

The ceremony was great. We had been dealing with 90 + degree heat and evening thunderstorms all week and we were worried the graduation would have to be held inside but the weather really cooperated. Low 80’s with a slight breeze. My baby graduated with honors and was the very best looking of the 380 some graduates, at least in my opinion.

Soon after the graduation, when pictures were taken and the last good-by said, our children headed off in their own directions and Nick and I headed home to our empty nest – at least for the moment. It didn’t take Nick long to get down to the spanking part of the evening. I was asked to join him in the bedroom and to get comfortable. The toy box was beside the bed and I snuggled down wearing only a pair of panties (a girl has her modesty you know). He started off nice and easy with his hand and some lighter implements. I was curious as he explained his reasons for not spanking much lately. I had been especially tired and busy with school ending, I understood that part. But he also said, in answer to the post I wrote, that I really wasn’t doing much about the things he asked me to work on. And since I wasn’t doing anything then I wasn’t backsliding – so there was no reason to spank. Sorry, but he lost me there. Stormy, see if this works for you – don’t do anything he ask and don’t follow any ruled he makes. If you aren’t trying and failing then these is no reason to spank! Yep, very one out here give that a try, see how that'll work for you!

Like I said I was confused by this logic but I didn’t really care at the moment because I was getting a nice spanking. He used the paddle ball paddle, the light leather paddle, the flogger, a small wooded implement that give a really sharp sting and finally the heavy leather paddle and the cane. Those last two had me squirming for sure! This was a great spanking that lead into some fantastic loving so whether I understood him or not it was a fun evening. Later we lying there in each other’s arms, among our toys and implements, Nick and I talked. “Can you imagine how many parents, mostly moms, went home and cried tonight? Our grown son is settled and happy in the big city, our beautiful, brilliant daughter is headed for the college of her choice in a few months and we have each other. Somehow I can’t think of anything to cry about.”

We could have missed this you know. It was introducing spanking into our lives that brought us close. Without this still fairly new-found closeness I could easily have been the mom coming home and crying. We still haven’t gotten it down perfect (and I’m sure we probably won’t) but we’re still trying and talking. He does have one thing he wants me to work on – it’s not the one I wished he would have picked but I’ll give it a shot, more about that soon.

Wonderful busy weekend

What an incredible weekend! Let me start back on Thursday. I had survived the next to the last day of school. But as I walked into my house I was greeted by Mollie saying four of the scariest words a parent can hear,

“Now don’t be mad.”

Holding my breath I followed her back to her room to see a tiny kitten gobbling up food as fast as it could eat. It was cute, but we’re trying to empty our nest, not fill it up! Mollie is leaving for college for goodness sakes. This is no time for her to bring in a new pet! There is only one thing worse that having a kid that brings home stray cat, it's having a kid that could see a kitten playing at the edge of a dangerous intersection and leave it there to be killed.






This little thing has its problem. One back leg has been broken and healed poorly giving it a strange walk, but it doesn’t seem to slow it down one bit. It jumps, runs, and dances across the room. It’s so calm and friendly. Our two other cats, one who is still skittish around us after 5 years and the other very laid back both seem to accept this new addition pretty calmly. We spent the rest of Thursday pretending we weren’t going to keep him, but I think we all knew it was going to happen.

That Thursday Mollie left to have an early supper with her friends – still not knowing that LJ and Colin had flown in to surprise her for graduation. They arrived while she was gone and as they came in the door LJ said “Look what we rescued from getting run over?” My heart skipped a beat until they held up a box turtle that had nearly been flattened by a logging truck. At least this little critter could be let go in our back yard.

Mollie was pretty tickled to see the boys when she came home. We all went to Baccalaureate, of course with all the kitten excitement Mollie forgot her hat but Nick and I ran back and got it for her (we’re such good parents.) Later around 15 of Mollie friends came over to swim. It was a fun evening for everyone. Friday was even more exciting (at least for me). Tell you about you soon.

Fantasy Friday, Just for Fun - part 2

Graduation day went great. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow! But for now, as promised, more of Antoinette wonderful story!

Just for Fun

Part 2

“Damn you Shawn. I hate when you do that shit!” Jess exclaimed, her temper starting to boil over. Shawn smiled at her and used his other hand to give her three sharp spanks on her panties.

“Owww! What the hell?” Jess exclaimed. She was pissed and on edge, her temper flaring, making her face a darker color than her natural tan.

“Naughty girl, very naughty girl.” Shawn told Jess as he began to rub where he spanked her. “You know better than to swear at me, don’t you baby girl?”

Jess wasn’t going to answer that question. Even though she does know better and she knows she has to answer him but her stubbornness mixed with her hot head, especially now, she won’t answer for a while yet. She moved away from his inviting arms, and stood in front of him, her bristling anger raging through her.

Shawn just smiled at Jess’s disobedience. He knew she wouldn’t say anything. Even though disobedience and him don’t get along, at all, it’s awfully adorable on his girl. Her narrowed eyes, and crossed arms. Head held high and a slight pout to her lips. She’s gorgeous when she’s disobeying, in play at least.

“I didn’t hear you little girl. You know better than to swear at me, don’t you?” He asked again. She continued to defy him, not answering and still glaring at him. Is there anything more beautiful?

Jess was just looking at him like he was crazy. If he thinks that she’s going to even answer him the way he wants then he has a another thing coming to him.

Bad move baby girl… Shawn thought.

“Are you going to answer me little girl? Or do I need to give you a good spanking?” Shawn threatened.

Jess scoffed audibly, and continued to disobey. She knew he would and that he’d enjoy it too. He’ll probably pry it out of her mouth too. Jess walked a little farther away from Shawn, hoping to get out of his reach just in case he decided to suddenly grab her.

Shawn saw the little movement Jess made, which it’s signally that she’s starting to regret being defiant. Good… she thinks I’m going to spank her, which I am.

“That’s it little girl.” Shawn went and grabbed Jess’s arm and hauled her over to the bed, as he sat down and flipped her onto his lap. She started to wiggle and kick trying to get loose. Shawn pushed her legs off of his for a moment then moved them back clamping his right leg on her thighs to keep her in place. “Look at what you’re disobeying is earning you my sweet baby girl. A very good spanking across my knee.”

Jess struggled for a moment still trying to get loose. Why do I always have to disobey? That was so stupid… and in my bra and panties! What the hell? Jess thought. She started to feel Shawn’s fingers by the waistband of her panties and he slowly started to peel them down, over her plump bottom and down her thighs. He got the lacey material so it was underneath the leg that was holding hers down and rested his warm hand on her bottom.

Shawn started to rake his finger nails over the arch of Jess’s butt, and over the sides, to the underneath part and down her thighs. He heard a little moan escape her lips and he smiled. His hand wondered over to her inner thighs and started to go up and down them, making Jess shiver with delight. His hand wondered to her womanhood and started to stroke a small fire down south. Jess moaned again and tried to spread her thighs wider. Shawn started to rub her clit in gentle circles putting the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy.

“Oh God… Baby, please?” Jess begged, wanting to be pushed over the edge, and ride the waves of ecstasy.

“Please what?” Shawn asked, teasing her, probing slightly into her hot, moist core.

Jess moaned once again and pushed back against Shawn’s wondering fingers. He smiled at Jess’s movement and moved away making her whimper in frustration.

“Please what, Jessica?” Shawn asked starting to pepper her bottom with soft spanks. Interrupting them with deep caresses and soft squeezes, eliciting moans deep in Jess’s throat. Shawn knew Jess was slipping into the subspace, he also knew that she wouldn’t respond to him if he didn’t get her out of it.

Pressing a little harder on the small of her back, Shawn lifted his hand in the air and gave Jess’s bottom a couple sharp spanks.

Jess jumped a little at the intensity of the spanks and cried out, her hand flying back to protect her bottom from further assault.

“Owww!” Jess yelped. “That hurt, Shawn!”

“That’s why it’s called a spanking, baby.” Shawn chuckled, rubbing where the pink hand print was, taking away some of the sting. “It’s supposed to.”

Shawn grabbed the little (well little compared to his) feminine hand that flew back and locked it in his left hand on the small of Jess’s back. Jess squirmed a little, not liking the fact that she’s immobilized.

Shawn started to spank Jess mildly, starting in one spot and waiting till it was a sufficient color of pink then moving to a different spot and turning that spot the same color pink.

Jess hates it when Shawn concentrates on only one spot… It hurts more and packs a bigger sting! “Owie! Baby, not so hard!” She complained, wanting her hand to be released.

Shawn chuckled; he wasn’t spanking hard at all. “That’s not hard baby girl, this is hard.” He said as he started to spank harder, turning each splotch of pink he made to a darker shade.

“Ow, ow, ow owwww! Shawn! Damn you…” Jess shrieked as the fire in her bottom elevated from a pleasant burn to an uncomfortable burn.

“Isn’t swearing at me what got you in this position in the first place, young lady?” Shawn asked still spanking Jess at a moderate force, not bothering to soothe her aching bum with rubs and squeezes, just making sure she gets a sufficient amount of sting packed to last a few days.

“No!” Jess yelped trying to catch her breath. “What OW got me OWIE in this ouch position was… you Oww… being a bullyyy!” Jess tried to retort as Shawn continued to spank her… her bottom starting to tint to a shade of red.

“Tsk, tsk.” Shawn clicked his tongue. He stopped spanking Jess and started to rub her bottom, feeling the heat radiating off of it. “So defiant,”

Jess relaxed a little as she felt her guy’s hand starting soothe her aching bottom.

Shawn started to add squeezes to his rubs and tickling her thighs getting deliriously close to the dewy softness nestled between her legs. Jess pushed her bottom up to his hand, wanting that hand to wander low and help her satisfaction. A low purr escaped her lips as Shawn’s nails raked along her thighs and on her bottom.

His hand wondered to her upper thighs and pressed down, his fingers finding his baby girl’s hidden secret hot and wet. He rubbed her soft lips, the skin feeling like forbidden silk in China. A finger decided to worry her pressure nub with gentle circles and beautifully applied pressure as two other fingers entered her core, all hot and desperately wanting. Jess’s inner walls closed around his fingers wanting them in deeper but wanting his fingers to be replaced with his stiff member.

Jess could feel Shawn’s erection pushing into her stomach… She reached behind her with her other hand and grabs his member squeezing gently. His gasp and groan pure music to her ears. If he’s going to torture me, might as well do a little torturing of my own. Jess was trying to get her hand into the slit of the boxers, trying to distract her guy so he wouldn’t spank her again, when he let go of the hand at the small of her back and grabbed her wondering hand, his fingers still probing inside of her, shoving just a little deeper, and a little harder every time.

“Oh God!” She moaned as her mind went blank and Shawn grabbed her hand. Jess was so close, just a few more thrusts, just a few more and she could float into that wonderful place she so loves to go to.

Shawn could tell Jess was about to climax so he brought her right to the edge with two good thrusts and then took his fingers out and his hand away.

Jess whimpered in frustration again, a burning, irritating, non-satisfying ache and need between her legs bringing fresh tears to her eyes, a few rolling down her cheeks.

Shawn kept hold of his naughty wife’s hand. Taking slow deep breathes, trying to breath down his arousal, getting his mind clear. Once that happened he gazed at the squirming woman on his lap. What a naughty girl she’s being tonight, trying to use her talented hands to distract him.

“You’re being exceptionally naughty tonight, little girl. You need to be disciplined more thoroughly than I thought.” Shawn remarked. “I think a dose of the paddle would benefit you tremendously.”

“Shawn, no!” Jess shouted as she twisted back to look at her husband’s face. She didn’t see any anger in him, just determination, love and hunger. Jess pouted a little as she looked at her husband. She’s trying to give him the puppy dog look.

Shawn bent down and kissed his wife’s pouty lips. Then he smiled at her and whispered in ear, “Nice try baby girl.” He said as he unlocked her legs and stood her up in front of him.

Fantasy Friday, Just For Fun

Graduation day! LJ and Colin made it in. We went to Baccalaureate last night and then had an impromptu pool party with a dozen or so. I love visiting with my kids! If you are reading this Friday morning I'll be finishing up my last day with my students. WOOPIE!! It's hard for the kids to realize that we teachers are more excited about getting out than they are.

I'm so happy to tell you that a friend has sent us a brand new Fantasy Friday story. This story is from Antoinette. You can read her first contribution here. Antoinette (I fixed the link, just click on Antoinette's name) also has her own blog now so be sure to go by and check it out! For now you can begin her new story. I am putting up the second part tomorrow and then the last two parts next weekend. Please enjoy...

Just For Fun
Part 1

“Come here little girl.” Shawn ordered. Jess was standing in the corner until she heard Shawn coming. Her heart beat rose and she just continued thinking why me?

Jess turned around and saw her man sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a white under t-shirt. The under shirt making his arms and tan more pronounced. He stared at her skeptically with a slight grin. She slowly started walking to him and stopping when she was in front.

“Nervous little girl?” Shawn asked grabbing her hands in his and pulling her closer. Shawn isn’t mad at Jess. He just loves taking his girl across his knee, peppering her bottom with smacks and spanks, caresses and squeezes, eliciting moans from her soft, pink lips.

“Yes sir.” Jess answered. She knows Shawn is just playing. Just the thought of it, is nerve racking.

“Naughty girls should always be a little nervous.” Shawn stated. He let go of Jess’s hands and went to the button of her jeans. He unbuttoned them, and then went to her zipper, zipping it down. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and slowly he began to take them down. Shawn knows that this anticipation of taking her jeans down this slow will increasingly get on her nerves. Her attitude will start to burn up along with her temper. It’ll just be another reason to spank her lovely bottom.

Jess hates it when Shawn takes his time when he’s undressing her. He’ll do this just to make her irritated. Oh yeah she knows why he does this. He always says that he loves her temper and attitude; it gives him a reason to spank her. That gets on Jess’s nerves all the time.

Jess’s temper is starting to rise along with her irritation. The really irritating thing is Shawn is doing this on purpose. Ugh… he’s so annoying sometimes.

Shawn knew Jess’s irritation was rising. He could see it in her flushed face. Especially since she started wiggling her hips to make him move faster. Her jeans were almost to her knees now. He’s taking his sweet ass time. He knows if he keeps this up Jess will say something or do something and it’ll just give him one more reason to tan her beautiful bottom, instead of his wanting to.

Stay calm Jess. You know he does this just to spank you. Come on now. Simmer down. Jess thought, as she kept repeating and repeating this in her head. Shawn was particularly getting on her nerves and her swaying hips weren’t doing anything to help. Jess started to shake her legs a little bit, trying to get the tight material down father and faster than Shawn would allow. This only earned her a stinging spank on her black lace string bikini panties.

“Be still naughty girl.” Shawn growled and continued to ease her jeans down past her knees, to her calves.

Jess glared at her guy and stood still, with a pouty lip staring hard at him. Shawn smiled at her and leaned forward kissing her stomach right under the belly button. Jess glared even more at him, at his thought of an apology. Jess was still so irritated at him, and keeping her temper in check isn’t exactly easy.

Jess was starting to move her legs again, tempting Shawn to move faster and hurry up and get her jeans down. This anticipation is making her irritable. Shawn had her jeans to her ankles now and was lifting up her leg getting the pants off, then lifting the other one.

Finally! Jess thought. She just then remembered that they were playing. So technically she was getting a good girl spanking. Damn it!

Shawn stood up and tossed her jeans towards the dresser. She was about a head shorter than he was. Shawn tilted up Jess’s chin till her brown eyes met hazel ones.

Jess saw that Shawn’s eyes were leaning more towards green. Great, She thought, He’s up to something.

Shawn gave his girl a sly grin, before leaning down and pressing his lips onto hers. He kissed Jess fully, and completely. His tongue demanding entrance and taking what was his. Shawn gave his girl a soul melting kiss before letting go and watching as passion and desire crossed over her face. She was leaning on him slightly, her knees buckling, and her eyes cloudy from the sensation.

“That’s my good girl.” Shawn murmured, teasing Jess with light kisses and gentle nips to her bottom lip. “Come on little girl. Let’s see if we can get rid of this blouse.”

Jess reached her hands to the bottom of her shirt and grasped the hem. She gently started to pull it up and over her head. She started wiggling and giggling softly as Shawn’s fingers gently tickled up and down her sides. Once she finally got the shirt up and off her head. Shawn noticed she was wearing the matching black lace bra. It fit her perfectly. Her breasts are filling it completely and spilling over a little, giving her a gentle lift.

Shawn smiled at her undergarments. He loved her in this lace. He also loved her in the red lace as well. It sets her tan off beautifully. Shawn tenderly started to tease the soft skin covered with the silky material. Pinching and squeezing until Jess let out a small moan. Shawn stepped back a little, pushing Jess away from him and looked at her beautiful body. Her curves and long legs, high cheek bones and a heart shaped face. Her beautiful dark brown eyes, that shimmers in the sunlight. Her smile that lights up the room every time it shows. Jess is a Greek goddess.

God she’s beautiful. Shawn thought. He reached out for her hand and took it pulling Jess closer to his body. Shawn had Jess wrap her arms around his neck as his hands slid over her stomach, to her sides, finally finding her lower back. Shawn started to nip on Jess’s ear and planting soft kisses on it as he moved down to her neck.

Jess was panting now, and starting to intertwine her fingers in her guy’s hair. God why does he do this to me? I look like a sexual mess.

Shawn’s lips were moving back up to her ear and Jess just couldn’t stand it and moved her head so he kissed her lips instead of her jaw line. Shawn smiled to himself. His girl just couldn’t wait could she? As he kissed her deeply his hands slipped to her panties, sliding his hand into them and cupping the warm, soft skin that they were incasing. He rubbed and squeezed Jess’s bottom, eliciting soft moans deep in her throat since his mouth wouldn’t let her have hers back. Shawn moved one of his hands to the front of her lower body and sliding his fingers low finding her wet and wanting. Jess moaned again, moving her hips making Shawn move to her clit.

“Oh God,” Jess moaned. She stopped kissing Shawn and paid more attention to nibbling his ear lobe and nipping at his neck.

“Naughty baby girl,” Shawn growled. His hand is still continuing its stroke and rubbing her very sensitive clit.

Jess moaned loudly as her man’s fingers became bolder, demanding entrance, stroking a fire so strong, so hot that she just couldn’t wait any longer.

“Shawn!” She shouted as he slowly started to rub her little pressure nub. She’s almost over the edge. She’s almost there. Then just as quick as they started he stopped and pulled his hand out of her panties resting it on her stomach.

Jess groaned in frustration, after being so close to orgasm. Shawn always does to her. He starts to make her hot and so goddamn desirable and wanting then all of a sudden he stops.

~o~

I realize that just like Jess said, this is a bad place to leave you so don't forget to come back tomorrow.

Breath deep, you can do this!

I'm here! But my life is busy, busy at the moment. Mollie will graduate tomorrow! LJ and Collin are flying in today to surprise her. Tonight is Baccalaureate. I'm still teaching today and tomorrow. We're having a minor family crisis - not us exactly, it's my nephew that's having the problem. I've been trying to talk to him and give him the support he needs. I finally directed Nick to those two post I did asking for more spanking in my life. He had a thing or two to say - not sure what, I wasn't really listening (not starting out too good am I?) I've had some real encouragement about the book I'm writing and I'm dying to dive back into that, but I have no time. I can't find time to blog either and blogging and emailing my friends out here is what keeps me somewhat sane. But hopefully the craziness will soon ease. This is a happy time, sad time, confusing time, busy time. I'm really loving it all and trying to stay in the moment so I won't miss anything.

I'll be back soon!

Marriage/career advice

I know a lot of us already have both our careers and our marriages pretty well decided but in case you haven’t here my best advice. If you plan on going into education, don’t get married in early June. Today is our 28 wedding anniversary. And like every other year for the past 22 I’m so caught up in the end of year craziness I’ve barely given it any thought.

Later today we are going on a picnic to celebrate Nick’s dad’s birthday. He’s turning 90 and we have convinced him to take a breaking from tending his 3 gardens and splitting and stacking his wood to celebrate today. It looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful day and most of the family will be there.

So this will be a nice way to spend our anniversary. Not exactly sexy or anything but I enjoy being with the family. Everything’s the same here. I haven’t directed Nick to those two posts I wrote. Maybe I will when school is finally over.

Nick did suggest moving our anniversary. You think October might be a nice month? Maybe everything about starting school will have died down and we could take a weekend just for us. It’s a thought.

Fantasy Friday, Help Wanted, chapter 5, II

One more week, if I can survive one more week, then the school year will be finished and SUMMER will be here! It sound like heaven on earth to me at the moment. Maybe I can even get in some time to blog a little! Now I wish I could find a way to get Annie more time for her to write for us. I have love this story and every other one she has shared with us. She's as busy as can be these days but we can keep hoping a story will burst into her head and not leave her alone until she can get it written for us.

I love this conclusion so please, enjoy...

Help Wanted
Chapter 5

Amy fidgeted in the line at the air terminal, tears running down her cheeks. After listening to a list of places she could not go she finally demanded to be given a seat on the next plane to anywhere. Funny, acting like Mr. High and Mighty got the job done and she was soon handed a ticket to some other obscure island no one had ever heard of. No matter, the flight left in 15 minutes, and she could be miserable anywhere.

As the flight boarded an official looking man in a white panama suit diverted her from the line dragging her to an empty corridor before she realized what was happening.

“Miss Nelson, I am Inspector Malowii and I need to ask you a few questions. We have received a report of theft from a yacht at our dock. You are listed as a suspect in the matter.”

Amy’s shrieks and string of invective, delivered at the top of her lungs and all directed at RJ Drake caught the inspector off guard. His lips twitched with suppressed mirth as he tried to make himself heard over her temper.

“Miss Nelson, am I to understand you know Mr. Drake?”

“Of course I know the lying bully. I didn’t want to play his games so he sends some trumped up pet policeman to scare me into doing what he wants. You can tell Mr. Drake he needs to find a new “employee” to boss around. I sent him my letter of resignation and I am getting on that plane.”

“I am certain this is all a misunderstanding. However, I must ask you to accompany me to the precinct so that we may straighten it out with Mr. Drake. Once a formal charge is levied there are proper channels that must be followed.”

Inspector Malowii watched the young lady stomp her foot and noted that she was glaring at him through decidedly swollen eyes. He also could not help noticing the whisker burn and love bites that circled her neck. Whatever mess his old friend RJ was landing him in, at least it was pretty and promised an entertaining story. Giving her a chance to wind down and see the wisdom in a quiet ride to his office to clear this matter up, he was shocked when the seemingly respectable young lady whirled away, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and presented a fine plump bottom that was crosshatched with handprints and paddle marks.

“I want to press charges of assault against Mr. Drake. Tell him I said we’re even if he lets me get on that flight.” Dropping her skirt she faced him, arms crossed and looking quite pleased with herself.

Sighing deeply, afraid even a luscious posterior and a wild tale would not offset the headaches and paperwork about to be unleashed by this lover’s spat, he grabbed her arm.

“Miss Nelson, you are under arrest for suspected theft and public indecency. We will sort the details at my office.”

The Inspector smiled in anticipation as he heard his old friend bellowing protests that he was the injured party, not the suspect. His assistant escorted RJ to a holding room as directed. He decided to let them both stew for a few minutes while he enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee and thought about the next phase of his plan. With any luck he could have this all wrapped up in time for a quiet dinner with his wife. It had been too long since he had left his own handprint on soft skin. A matter to be rectified as soon as possible.

Amy had cried herself out and was left shivering and hollow. How could he do this to her after all they had been through. Telling people she was a common thief.

RJ circled the small room like a tiger in a cage, ready to smash something. He knew better than to give that kind of power to a woman. First chance she got she ran off. As if that wasn’t bad enough she had to humiliate him in front of the entire island.

Inspector Malowii sent his assistant to settle RJ and open the mike and curtain, allowing him to see Amy, but not communicate with her. RJ’s heart dropped at the sight of her swollen eyes. She looked like a lost waif, alone in the world. Then he remembered she chose that over being with him and he shook off the pity.

When the Inspector entered the room Amy roused herself, trying to care what happened next was getting harder as the reality of a life without RJ settled in.

“Look, Officer, I don’t want any trouble. I will drop all charges against Mr. Drake if you will just let me get on a plane out of this nightmare.” she pleaded.

“I am afraid we have a much bigger mess than I can sort out at this point. I have Mr. Drake’s accusations that you removed his property without his permission, I have your accusation that Mr. Drake assaulted you, and I have statements from crew members that you were involved in an intimate relationship with Mr. Drake. So, as you can see, this is difficult to work through. I will need further facts to make a resolution.”

“Look, we were involved, or at least I was. Mr. Drake hired me to be his, um, assistant. We were spending everyday together and I got carried away. I see now that I thought we were falling in love but he was just screwing the hired help. I am an idiot for trusting him, he’s this rich, powerful guy and I am nobody, but I thought he loved me a little…” Amy broke off, sobbing, unable to continue.

“I will give you a moment to compose yourself.” Inspector Malowii quietly left the room, feeling quite sorry for the poor girl and more than a little annoyed with his friend.

RJ felt like he had been sucker punched. She was in love with him, but she ran away at her first chance? He watched through the observation glass as she huddled, sobbing wretchedly. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and smooth away the tears, even after what she had put him through. Jerked from his reverie by the slamming door, he turned to face his old friend.

“Are you satisfied by the mess you have made? Is the girl sufficiently miserable now? Or perhaps you would like me to put her in the dungeon? You can’t simply break up with her; you have to be a total horse’s ass in the process?”

RJ was speechless. In over twenty-five years of friendship he had never heard the calm and quiet raise his voice, much less curse.

“Now, Benjie, you know I would never abuse a woman.” RJ began, only to be cut off.

“Bullocks, your handprints are all over her ass. She showed me.”

RJ surged forward, grabbing his friend by the shirt, roaring like a maniac, his punch stayed by the laughter.

“You are a total and complete ass. That fine woman loves you, God alone knows why, and instead of doing something wise, like marrying her, you treat her like a trollop and accuse her of stealing. Now you think to assault an officer because I had the good fortune to see her lovely posterior. She is lucky to have learned your shortcomings in time.” the inspector slammed out the door in a huff, then leaned against the wall smiling. Things were moving right along. Leave the pot to simmer a few moments then stir, he may get home for dinner after all.

RJ was struck to the core by the truth in his friend’s accusations. He loved Amy and he had treated her unfairly from the start. She was paying for his ex-wife’s shortcomings and it was all his fault. Feeling like a complete bastard he realized Amy was calling his name.

“I am sorry I made you feel bad, RJ, it was wrong of me. Are you sure he can hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am, he can hear you, whether he will choose to listen I cannot guarantee.”

Amy pressed her tear stained face to the window and pleaded her case.

“Please, RJ, just let me leave. You have broken my heart and humiliated me, that should be enough punishment, even for you.”

The door opened and RJ wheeled in. Before Amy could speak he gathered her into his arms and settled her onto his lap.

“I love you, Amy, nothing else matters. We can work out the details later. I overreacted when you ran away, I was hurt and I wanted to hurt you back. I am so sorry.”

“You love me? Why would you treat me that way? Ordering me to town, telling me what to wear? Pretending the week on the island never happened? I can’t go back to being your spanking slave. I won’t do it. Just let me leave, you don’t have to lie to me.”

RJ sighed, he had screwed the pooch on this one and regaining her trust was going to take more time and privacy than was offered by the local gendarmes.

“I am asking a favor. I realize I was a complete ass, I misunderstood and was hurt, in the process I hurt you. I am so sorry, please say you will come back to the boat and try to work this out. I love you, I am mad about you, I was trying to surprise you with a wedding and I got carried away. Please come with me, let’s talk.”

“You planned a surprise wedding? YOU decided I would say yes, so no reason to ask me? Were you planning to TELL me I was getting married?” Amy’s tears disappeared and she jumped from his lap. “You are insufferable. A bully. A, a , a toad!”

Inspector Malowii interrupted the tirade, “You both have much to say to one another, however I believe it is all best served in private. I am dismissing all charges. Miss Nelson, do you agree to return to the boat with Mr. Drake?”

“I guess I have a few more things to say to him.” She glowered.

“Then it is settled, I will call on Miss Nelson in the morning to assure myself she is well and happy and free to leave if she so chooses. Mr. Drake, do not make me regret my generosity in this matter. You are free to go.”

RJ was a nervous wreck waiting for Amy. They had agreed to meet in his study to discuss what had happened and she was late. She knew how crazy he was about punctuality. She left him waiting like a fool, with his heart in his hand, she said he abused her, she called him names, and showed her ass to another man. Just as he settled on that as her biggest sin she walked through the door wearing a smile and a pair of stilettos he had never seen before, hair done, make up in place. While he was stewing about Benjie eyeing what was his, she was primping and showing up late just to spite him.

Without thinking he grabbed her arm threw her over his lap, tossed up her skirt and laid into her backside like there was no tomorrow. Ignoring the screams, the name calling and shrieking he beat a tattoo on her poor globes until they glowed bright red and she settled into quiet sobbing. RJ settled her carefully on his lap, the heat burning his groin as she snuggled tight to him, winding her arms around his neck and they cried together.

Two days later the honorable Inspector Malowii escorted Miss Amy Nelson down the aisle of a small island church. At the intimate reception dinner that followed he laughed to himself at the soft pillow placed thoughtfully on the new bride’s chair.

~~o0o~~

Many thanks Annie for this wonderful story. If another does pop into your head I'd be proud to have it for Fantasy Friday. And of course if anyone else is willing to share a story that would be great too. Send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com