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Friday, June 29, 2012

Fantasy Friday - Snapshot of a Spanking Marriage

Happy Friday all.  I'm heading off again today.  Nick and I are going to the mountains with some friends. We're hoping it's a little cooler there and it's way back in the boonies. Our friends say the view from the hotel balcony is amazing - they also mentions that where the hotel is located you can be out on the balcony nude and no one will ever know. We may just have to try that out.

But I would never run off and leave you without a great Fantasy Friday story.  Today's story is by SNP.  She has written for us before and she's really good, this story is no exception.  To read more of her work be sure and go by her site, Slightly Naughty Princess. For now, please enjoy...

Snapshot of a Spanking Marriage 

Haley tapped the steering wheel impatiently.  She needed to get home to start dinner and traffic was really backed up today. Russ was going to work out and then be home.   They had a small disagreement this morning.  Haley snapped at Russ when he asked her about her plans.  Russ knew that work had been stressful for Haley.  He noticed that her attitude and demeanor were not great last night, but he hoped getting a good night’s sleep would help.  But, when she snapped at him this morning he sadly knew nothing had changed.

They were standing in the kitchen and when he asked about her plans she replied curtly that she really didn’t know and walked away.  Russ put the milk back in the frig and put his cereal bowl on the table.  Food would have to wait for now.   He took off towards their room and found Haley in their closet.

“Hey, babe, when I asked about your plans today I was not expecting you to blow me off and walk out of the room.”

“Oh, come on.  I said I didn’t know and I need to get ready to go, Russ.  I think it is a little bit of an exaggeration to say I was blowing you off.”

Haley cringed on the inside.  She knew that is exactly what she had done, but she was not ready to admit this to Russ.

“Haley, I know work has really been stressful.  I get that.  I thought if you got some rest last night that my sweet girl I love would greet me this morning.  If I asked you to run a lot of errands or added many requests to your day then I can see where you could be annoyed.  But, I just asked about your schedule.”

“Okay, you are right.   I have been stressed and I could have answered differently.”

“And, what about just walking away, Haley?”

“Okay, you are right about that, too.  I should have answered better and not walked away like I was dismissing your question.”

“Well, I am glad we agree on this at least.  I know you need to get going so you can be on time.  I plan to go work out after work.  We’ll meet back here for dinner at home.  But, be assured Haley.  Tonight you are getting spanked.  You need it for stress relief, but also your bratty attitude.”

Haley did not know what to say.  She thought about asking him if he could just do it now.  But, she needed to get dressed and get going soon and really did not have time.
It would be hard to work with a sore bottom, but it was going to be uncomfortable thinking about the pending spanking all day.   All these thoughts were swirling around in her head.  She did not speak them out loud.  Instead, she half smiled at Russ.

     “Okay, then.  I’ll start dinner and hopefully that will be finished by the time you get home from your work out.  I better get ready now.”

Russ stepped closer and kissed the top of her head.  She reached out to hug him.  They both seemed to be trying, but it was a strained embrace.  Haley got ready and she and Russ were out the door soon after.

Russ thought about Haley on the drive to work.  He loved his wife.  He really did.  She was beautiful and he was proud of her for her success at work.  Haley did not spend over their budget.  She did not even demand a lot of material things.  They had a friendship in their marriage.  Russ knew he was fortunate to be married to Haley.  He just needed to help her get back to her sweet, submissive self.   He should have read the signs before now.  Maybe if he had spanked her last night then they would be making fun plans for the night.  Now Russ had to follow through and spank Haley when they got home.  He was glad to have work out plans.   He would sweat and get out some frustrations so when he got home he would be calm. His mind could concentrate on giving Haley the spanking she needed and he would be in control.  Russ reached for the dial, turned on Sports Talk, and listened to the commentary for the rest of the drive.

Haley parked her car and walked into work.  She thought about the conversation in the closet with Russ.  Darn!  Why did she have to be so flippant this morning and walk away?  All she had to do was answer the question and smile and go on.  Now Russ had all day to think about this, too.  She got to her desk and the phone rang. Suddenly her memory of the closet and conversation with Russ pushed to the back burner.  She was in work mode and needed to get the report to the meeting room right away.

Haley decided to eat lunch at her desk.   She sent Russ a text and said “Just thinking of you, Russ.  Hope U R having a good day.”  Haley waited for a reply.  It did not come right away, but Russ did reply with “love you”.  Haley stared at the screen.  It was short, but she knew Russ loved her.  Slowly the bridge was being built back between them.

Haley left work, stopped to get gas, and then went to the grocery story.  She thought she would make pasta.  That was fast and easy.  She could get the bagged salad and some bread and they would be set.  But, she left work later than planned.  She talked to a girl friend on the phone in the grocery store parking lot. The conversation just kept going between them.  Finally, Haley said she had to go.   Shopping took longer than expected and now traffic seemed to be back up only because she was running late.  To top it off she left her phone charger at home and now her phone had no charge.  She could not call Russ to let him know she was running late!

She pulled into the drive way and her heart sank.  Russ’s car was already there.  How long had he been home?  Had he tried to call?  She punched the garage door opener and pulled inside.  She grabbed a sack of groceries and opened the door to go inside.

Russ got up from his chair with the phone in his hand.  He looked at Haley and shook his head.  Thank goodness everything was okay.

“I’m sorry honey.  My cell died and I could not call to let you know I was in traffic.”

“Haley, right now I’m just glad to see you and that you are okay!”

“I’m okay.  I’ve got more groceries.  I was going to make some pasta for us.  I’ll get it started and we’ll eat in about 30 minutes or so.”

“I’ll help you Haley.  I’ll get the rest of the groceries.”

Haley was glad Russ did not seem to be too mad about the phone and that she was late.  She knew he promised to spank her and so she did not want to add to her pending discipline.  They turned on some music and worked together on dinner.  Russ asked about her day and she got caught up on his day, too.   They ate in the kitchen and then cleaned up.  They went to the living room and turned on the TV.  Haley picked up her People and starting flipping through the pages and Russ tuned into ESPN.  They needed a little time to let dinner settle and unwind. After an hour or so then Russ decided it was time.

“Haley, it’s time.  I told you this morning that you were going to get a spanking.  Your attitude has been mediocre at best.  If you are tired or stressed you need to do a better job of communicating that to me.  If I ask you a question then I expect a respectful answer from you.  Then on top of those issues you were late getting home and could not even call to let me know.   You have a car charger and a regular charger.  There is no excuse for not having your phone charged.  I was really worried Haley.  It is inconsiderate of you to let this happen.  I know you are not perfect and I don’t expect that.   But, I expect you to be responsible and respectful.”

“I’m really sorry, Russ.  It was forgetful of me to not take my charger or look at my phone.  The traffic being backed up is not really my fault.  I already told you I should have answered differently and should not have walked away this morning.  I am sorry.”

Russ nodded his head.  He was not fully convinced by Haley’s words, but he wanted to think the best of his wife.  He spanked her because he loved her.  They were a team.  He wanted his team mate back.  He paused for just a moment.  He needed to remember his role. His mind was clear and he knew what needed to happen.

“Haley, I want you to head back to our room.  Get undressed and wait for me.  I’ll be there in just a minute.’

Haley thought for a moment it might be a good sign he wanted her to get undressed.  Maybe he would not spank her and they could move on to other pleasures.  A girl could hope.  

Haley got undressed and sat on the bench at the end of their bed.  She put her hands on her knees and stared at the wallpaper in front of her. 

“Alright, Haley, go get our Lexan paddle and bring it to me.”

Haley hated hearing that, but she got up and went to drawer where they kept their spanking implements.  She pulled out the paddle and turned to take it to Russ. Russ was now sitting on the bench where she had been.  She reached out to hand him the paddle.

“Come on, Haley, over my lap.”

Haley placed herself over his lap.  She tensed up and squeezed her buttocks together.

Russ slapped her butt hard.

“Stop tensing up, Haley.  You’ll only make this worse.”

Russ started spanking again with his hand and did not pause to give any relief.  The hand spanking went on for a long time. Haley felt her resolve melting away and she let out verbal noises...not quite words...with each spank.  Finally Russ stopped.  Haley was glad, but then he turned to grab the paddle.

“Russ, I don’t think I can take much with the paddle.  I am pretty sore.”

“Haley, I am not going to hurt you more than you can stand. But, the spanking is not over.  Besides it is not up to you about when this is over.  I am sorry you are sore, but a spanking is supposed to hurt.  Hopefully, you will think about how you are going to behave and how you are not going to behave.  Do you think you can do that?

“Yes, Russ.  I can do that.”

“Good girl.”

And, with that the paddling began.  Russ brought the paddle down hard and Haley yelped. 


“Haley, you will not walk away when I ask you something.  You will check your phone and take your charger with you.   And, I expect you to get some rest this weekend.  Your attitude stinks.”


 “Ouch, Russ, That......hurts!”

 “It’s supposed to hurt.  You will stay in place Haley until we are finished.”

Russ paddled her good.  He could see midway through that she was starting to give in to the spanking.  He could see her body relax and except the paddling.  He could tell she was crying a little bit.  He wanted to finish this so he could hold her.  Just a little bit more and they would be done.


 “Okay, last five Haley and then we are done.”

Haley thought she could not take one more, but she stayed in place and felt every hard smack of the paddle.  Then it was over.   Russ gently rubbed his wife’s behind. He caressed her and said he loved her.  His fingers moved a little lower and began to touch her elsewhere.  Haley perked up just a little.   Soon she was squirming and sat up.  She sat on his leg to the side and snuggled under his chin.  Russ whispered in her ear.  He used the pet name he called when they were dating.  She giggled.

It did not take too long and they moved from the bench to the bed.  Russ was out of his clothes in a few seconds flat.  He reached for Haley and pulled her on top of him.  He reached and caressed her heated back side.  Haley felt the hands of love.  Those same hands had just caused her pain, but she knew he spanked her because he loved her.  Those same hands now caressed her and made her feel loved.  The Haley that walked away from this man this morning was a crazy lady.  How fortunate Russ loved them both.

Saturday was the next day and so Russ and Haley slept in.  They decided to go see a movie later. Russ said he wanted to work in the yard a little while and they would go to an afternoon show.  Haley said she wanted to run a quick errand and get some cash from the ATM.  She got in her car and something caught her eye.   In the passenger seat was her car charger with a “Post It” note on top.  It read “Saving you from one spanking at a time. Love, Russ.  P.S. Sexual favors accepted and appreciated for services rendered.”  Haley laughed.  She loved her husband. But, this gesture told her Russ loved her and did not enjoy punishing her.   Haley returned and met Russ inside.  They never made it to the movie. Haley showed Russ her gratitude and Russ in turn warmed her backside once again.  This time, however, it was for pure pleasure and love.


I told you I was leaving you with a good one.  SNP, thank you for writing for Fantasy Friday.  You're helped here before and I hope you will again.  Remember everyone, it's summer! I think everyone should celebrate by writing a Fantasy Friday story of your own and then send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Is it worth it?

I guess it’s pretty obvious that I spent a lot to time on the computer.  I enjoy reading many blogs, I comment when I can, I enjoy emailing my friends, I love writing fiction, I check facebook… Mollie keeps trying to get me hooked on pinterest.  I keep telling her I don’t need anything that encourages me stay on more than I do now.
Nick teases me about my time on line, but he doesn’t fuss.  He knows how much I enjoy it.  He knows I’ve made so many friends over the years that mean a great deal to me. But I’ve never felt that the blog was any more that me just farbling with friends. A place to express my views and opinions, it is always fun for me, but it’s a little spanko/sex blog – could it have any real value?  Probably not.
But I got a couple of emails recently that got me thinking about the blog.  A reader had come across something I’d posted that they thought I might want to take down.  After reviewing it, I realized that they were right and I changed it and I emailed them that I appreciated them for giving me a heads up.  This reader then sent me another email.  That second email meant as much to me as any email I’ve ever received.  They said that they had been reading for years, although they hadn’t commented. Without going into detail I’ll just say that they let me know that they thought my little spanking blog, my rambling on to friends had been important and possibly life changing for them in a way I never would have anticipated.  Can you imagine how good that made me feel?
I know some people think blogging is a waste of time. It’s not.  It’s a place for connections, validation, and friendships.  It’s a place to feel normal and accepted, a place where we can throw out new ideas and kinks and know that others will understand.
I hope to have an email friendship with this reader.  I don’t want to be pushy, they were quiet for a long time and I don’t want to intrude. But I hope it will happen.  Either way I thank them for their email and I hope we will have the chance to talk more.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Glad to be home

I’m exhausted. The beach vacation was okay, but I really missed Nick and I missed being home.  My brain feels a little numb.  But I still wanted to post. I did a lot of thinking while I was driving.  I thought about Grace’s post asking what you think about when you’re being spanked.  I thought about a new friend out here who helped me out and gave me a lot to think about.  I listened to Cassie and was very happy about what she shared with me.

When I got home I was happy with the kitchen progress.  Nick had painted; I’m pleased with the color we picked.  We’re hoping to get the cabinets back in by Friday or Monday.  All of this has to be done by the family reunion in August.  So far I’ve heard from family in Florida, Georgia, Ohio, New York, Pennsylvania and California that are definitely coming.  Good crowd to see the new kitchen.  I’ll have pictures when it all gets done.

Now as soon as I get some rest I hope to have a few posts about all I’ve been thinking about lately.  It sure is good to be home. 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Fantasy Friday - Let's Party, part 2

I'm lounging here around the pool, looking at the ocean and hoping Nick will have the kitchen done by the time I get home.  But I'm not holding my breath. 

As promised the conclusion to Minelle's great story. You can find the first part here. I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend as much as I am enjoying mine.  A little sun and surf never hurt anyone.  Please enjoy...

Let's Party

Thursday morning Nora, Myrna and Maureen looked into the large mirror in front of them. Jenna a friend, and the best darn hair dresser this town had ever seen, gawked at them.  “Wow you ‘Dolls’ look great,” she breathed, using 20s slang, “If I don’t say so myself!”

“This is our dress rehearsal, hope we can do it ourselves on Saturday,” laughed Myrna. “Well…I am not sure everyone will believe that we cut off all our hair for a party, but it really works doesn’t it?” The dark bob framed Nora’s face and highlighted her beautiful blue eyes. Myrna wore her hair in gorgeous finger waves that lay close to her head. And her bangs were swept off to the right side. Maureen sported pin curls parted in the middle and coming down on both sides of her face in rolls.  "Now we're pretty well set, and we still have two whole days to get the house all finished for Saturday’s 1920s Speakeasy, and Hollywood 1930s glamour theme!"

Just then Nora’s cell rang….  “You are kidding me? How does that happen? You cannot tell the difference between the ‘Black Bottom’ and ‘The Cat’s Meow’? The names and addresses are vastly different you ‘goof’!"

 Suspiciously, Maureen said, "What the heck happened now?"

 “We have to drive out to the Cat’s Meow today and pick up our delivery they sent to the wrong party company. The art deco buffet is part of that order.”

 Both Maureen and Myrna physically moved back from Nora.

“No way you are ‘dingy?” said Myrna firmly. “If you think I am going there after the guys said no-- it was dangerous, I’m not stupid darling.”

Maureen’s memory of her discussion with William, in the forefront of her memory, blanched to think what would happen if they disobeyed the guys.

“Come on they are just overreacting!” Nora continued trying to convince the girls to ride along with her. "It’s still early enough in the day; we can be back before they even realize we are gone! The man we need to talk to is Mr. Thinner.”

Jenna walked away taking care of the next customer, letting them hash out the problem. It looked like Nora convinced the girls. She watched them exit the shop and walk to the large van, sporting the logo of their party company.

The girls pulled up into a gravel parking lot and what looked to be large abandoned factory. “Nora? Maureen questioned, "Who called us about the messed up order?”

 “Jim at the ‘Black Bottom', why?"

“I wonder if anyone is expecting us,” muttered Myrna. The Cat’s Meow was not impressive.

“Is it even open for business?" Maureen looked up in disgust. "Let’s hurry; this place gives me the ‘heeby Jeebies!”

They walked around trying to find an office. Finally after walking around to the back they saw someone standing behind a large counter holding an opened pouch.

Nora shouted, “Hi Mr. Thinner?” 

All three women immediately stopped pulling up short when they realized the guy had a mask on his face! Uh oh, they thought at once, and in unison they shrieked, "Let’s get out of here. That pouch held white powder.”

Behind them they heard a soft laugh, “not so fast ladies…”

Turning slowly around all three ladies saw three men, all sporting masks. Only one guy had a gun - but it was directed at them very meaningfully. “Now let’s not be rash gentlemen, we can’t see your faces and we have no idea what you are doing here, we will just leave.” Myrna raised her left hand and pulled Nora’s shoulder. She then clasped Maureen’s hand to move them slowly away from the men…staying close together.

Mr. Thinners eyes glommed on to Myrna’s ring like a beacon, “Give me the ring, lady.”

Nora screamed, “No way you smarmy creep!” 

“Stop Nora." Myrna whispered, "I would rather get us out of here than worry about my ring."

The men shuffled the women into a locked room in the rear near the office. Cautioning them to stay out of trouble or they may find themselves dead.

Back to the present:

“Ok so let’s go over this once more and make sure we know what each of us is doing. We know that there are four men outside for sure. We're going to flood this room by turning on that industrial sized spigot over on that wall whispered Maureen.  All three of us will start screaming like we are dying. Hopefully they will freak out and run in to find out what’s going on."

"Nora you are going to sit by the door and when it opens--- kick your legs out to trip whoever comes in.  Myrna and I will take the broken pieces of the radiator and slam it on top of any creep we can. When we are all safe we run behind the counter to regroup. Next, we will quietly and carefully make our way back to the car.”

After about twenty minutes the water was flooding the room and the girls began screaming like banshees. Mr. Thinners was the first to open the door; he actually slid in the water, fell on the ground and cracked his head on the floor. The ladies were quietly high fiving each other when he stayed unconscious.

The husbands were anxious. Earlier in the day when none of them could reach their spouses they retraced their wives steps realizing Jenna was the last person to see them.

“Well, when they left they were arguing because something had gotten mixed up with an order. It seemed like Nora was trying to convince Myrna and Maureen that they needed to go pick the missing things up at some place called Cat’s or Meow, I'm not sure. They did leave together in the company van.”

At that very instant William received Maureen’s text, with the words Cat’s Meow! His skin turned cold.

“What is it?” Lloyd and Nicky asked. “The girls are in trouble!” Instantly they went into action, running to their car.

Please, please let them be ok! The guys couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal. They had been almost completely ready to bust up ‘The Cat’s Meow’ operation and were set to call the Feds in. The organization was big and full of nasty criminals not afraid of violence and murder.

Lloyd and Nicky quickly started making calls to the local police and the Feds urging them to race out to ‘The Cat’s Meow’.

The car was silent, each of the men praying quietly. Lloyd broke every law there was getting them out to where the girls were. They pulled up next to the party van, momentarily confused as to where the office could be. Each of them just spread out around the building ending up at a door near the rear. They heard yelling and banging. The commotion was deafening. Guns drawn they ran into the building prepared for any eventuality to save their wives. They were brought up short by the scene in front of them.

Nora was on the back of some mammoth man with a mask on his face. He was screaming and twisting around deflecting the blows Maureen and Myrna were raining down with pipes, on the man’s every extremity except where Nora was attached. Another man was lying on the concrete floor surrounded by moving water. From the corner of the factory a small mob of men in masks moved to end the battery of their co-criminal by the women.

Sirens screaming and doors slamming had the smugglers running fast for their freedom!

The anniversary Party:

The party was a consummate Success! Duke Ellington, Billie Holliday, and Ella Fitzgerald played. People danced The Charleston, The Cakewalk, The Flea hop and even The Black Bottom. All though Nora, Myrna, and Maureen were heard to mysteriously refer to that dance sarcastically, as the 'Red Bottom!'

The girls did not sit the entire evening as was predicted. During the night they were seen escaping with their husbands upstairs. Nobody thought anything amiss about that, the ladies acted as if they were happy to take that break. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

This same scene was played out with each of the three couples, “Come on Nicky, haven’t you clarified your message thoroughly enough? Why can’t you give me a break?”

“Nope, he was resolute. Come on over you go.”  Her flapper dress pulled over her back, silk knickers pulled down, he began. "We are going to..." His hand found her nether cheeks without missing a beat, "keep this lovely bottom a cherry red all night!" He wasn’t really spanking hard, he didn’t have to he’d already completed that mission with absolute precision, prior to tonight. “You - smack -  lost sight about what- smack- should be important- smack!"

 “Ouch, Nicky please!”

"We told you that the company was dangerous, not- smack -maybe- smack- dangerous- smack-smack-smack-smack! We’re finished, that was your last reminder.”

 “Come on Love, you look ‘spiffy’ let’s go ‘Egg Harbor’ since I am not big on the formal dance steps!"

Tears were dried and the walked arm and arm out of the room.

When Maureen and William joined Nora and Nicky back in the ballroom, Myrna and Lloyd were dancing surrounded by all. The music stopped and Lloyd placed her anniversary ring back on her hand.

“How? I thought the Feds needed it for evidence.”

“I talked to the ‘big Cheese’ and called in a few favors!”

Everyone said the anniversary party was the ‘Bees Knees'.

The ladies couldn’t have agreed more!


I hope everyone enjoyed this story as much as I did.  Minelle, you did a great job.  I hope you will continue to write and share with us.  Now all the rest of you reading here.  It's summer - it's time to try something new!  Write that story that's been rolling around in your head.  You know you've been wanting to.  Give it a try and let us read it.  Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Friday, June 22, 2012

Fantasy Friday - Let's Party

I'm off at the beach while you all read this. I'm not one who has to 'do' a lot on vacation. Laying by the pool, walking on the beach, eating well... now that's a vacation.  Getting to see family is just a bonus.  

I like our story today.  This story is by Minelle, she is a new friend who wrote Into the Alley for us.  I've been very happy to see that she has been reading and commenting out here some now.  Of course the next step is to get her to think about blogging... but all in good time I suppose.  I'm just happy she is willing to share her writing with us.

So let me give you a little vacation here.  Please enjoy...

Let's Party


“How the heck did we get into this predicament?” Nora, Myrna and Maureen were locked in a dirty dank back room that smelled like mold. “I can’t believe we let you talk us into coming out here and not let the guys know. I thought it was a simple matter of picking up the art deco buffet that they delivered to the wrong place! Seriously I didn’t realize we’d stumble into a smuggling operation!”

“Maybe we won’t die since everyone had masks on their faces.” Maureen sarcastically, albeit worriedly, spoke the thought foremost in all their minds.

Nora had tears in her eyes when she looked at Myrna, “I am so sorry they took your ring.”

“Screw that, I am just glad my two dearest friends are alive, even if we are not quite sure how to get out of here. Before they took our phones I typed a quick text to William -  I just said ‘Cat’s Meow’, maybe they'll figure it out when we are nowhere to be found. They’re smart ex FBI men, but we really didn’t leave them much to go on. I say we start using our brains and try and escape.” Said Myrna in gutsy spirited voice.

Ugh, Nora’s thoughts mirrored her friends - realizing when the guys found out they disobeyed their orders, they may not sit for the duration of the anniversary party if they were rescued. “Well, I guess a sore butt is in our futures no matter how happy they'll be to see us ladies, so let’s get going and figure out our next actions.”

Weeks earlier:

Ex FBI agents, Nicky Charles, Lloyd Powell and William O’Sullivan, looked at the transmittal sent to their office. They were being asked to consult on a case involving a party company called the Cat’s Meow, there was a strong suspicion they were involved in smuggling, and robberies of very wealthy clients who rented the party supplies. The last wealthy socialite who used them turned up dead. The police were trying to connect the dots and make an arrest, but so far were unable to do so.

“Do you want to take the case?” Nicky asked, looking at each of his partners.  All three men were well over 6 feet and built like mac trucks, courtesy of their past FBI training. They all thought it was a good idea to take this case; it was an area they were experts in. However, each was worrying how this could impact their wives professional party planning business.

“Gentleman, the warehouse for the company is about an hour away.” Nicky let them know. We should take a trip out there this week to understand the operation. We may not need to let the wives know about the danger involved with this company; they may not even use them.” In each of their heads they all thought basically the same thing, that with their wives - it was a forgone conclusion that trouble found them. They continued their day, organizing and dividing their talents for investigation of the new case. They were very aware that this company could have connections to organized crime, and that if their wives propensity to involve themselves in dangerous situations manifested itself they may have to call in the big guns.

Nora, Myrna and Maureen were having coffee out on the Patio of Myrna’s beautiful home. Myrna was showing off her beautiful antique ring Lloyd had given her for their 35th wedding anniversary. It was a vintage platinum ring with a huge diamond set in the art deco style. Maureen smiled, “Oh darling- that man spent a lot of his inheritance on that piece!" Maureen was their resident expert on antiques.

"He won’t tell me how much he spent." Myrna sighed. "Not that it will break us by any means. It’s just that I don’t need anything.  He told me I am his life, his love, and his heart, and if I tried to find out the cost of the ring he’d spank me the number of dollars it really cost. Romantic huh?" She laughed warmly with a blush on her cheeks. They all understood her plight since each of them was married to a husband who spanked on occasion. “I for one would not like a five figure spanking with his five fingers!”

Maureen laughingly let them know what she thought the ring cost. “So quit investigating.”

“Now ladies for the real reason I wanted to meet." Myrna said excitedly. "Lloyd and I are having an anniversary party, however not your ordinary boring kind of party. Were either of you aware that our ‘Queen Anne’ home was a Speakeasy in the 1920s?”

“NO Way! How fun is that?" Nora and Maureen leaned in closely to hear Myrna explain how during prohibition, this home became a Speakeasy or Blind Pig to support the family. "They were most likely connected to the Mob! How cool is that? Well," she continued, "Lloyd and I want to set up the ballroom as a Roaring 20s and early Hollywood Glamour 30s party. You know cover all of prohibition from 1920 -1933! We plan on inviting everyone, at least 150 people! I want our company to do the party; we are the best event planners this town has… and we’ll pay us.”

They were all opposites in looks; Nora the fair skinned, dark haired pixie, Myrna the olive skinned brown eyed sophisticate, and Maureen the tall voluptuous red head. When it came to planning events there was no company that was their equal, they used each of their own talents and specialties weaving a remarkable client list from Hollywood who’s who list, to graduation home parties. They travelled some but preferred being home with their loved ones.

Nora got right into the mood saying, “Let’s go into the house office to get on the computer and printout slang used in the 20s and 30s to include in the invitation. Costumes are a must, but let them choose whether to be a flapper a gangster or come Hollywood glamour.  We could give flasks as party favors.” They were off to a great start meticulously working out every detail, every possibility to make it the bang all party of the year.


Nicky waved good-by to the guys, "I’ll see you both soon.” He needed to hurry home to pick up his lovely wife Nora, and dress for the evening. The three men and their wives often socialized together and tonight they were having dinner at Lloyd and Myrna’s home. He looked forward to the evening enjoying the time with his wife and good friends. He was thinking about what he could say to warn his wife off the new party company. She always minimized danger.

He had been married to Nora for a year now and life was great even if their beginning wasn’t a bit auspicious, her attraction to trouble apparent even then. Nora was teaching at the time, he lived next door in the same apartment complex. He had just left the FBI and began working with Lloyd and William in their new agency. Since Nora was good friends with Maureen and Myrna who were married to William and Lloyd, they were often thrown together socially. Man could those girls get tied up in crazy schemes! 

Nora was a gorgeous woman - tiny but mighty in personality. They were crazy about each other, but everything was not always rosy in the garden. She was often impulsive and stubborn regarding her safety. He remembered the first time he ran smack up against her lack of self-preservation. There had been a rash of violent crimes near her school so Nicky said, “Honey do not stay late at school and call if you have to walk alone to your car I don’t trust the creep. Safety in these situations is a must.” What happened the very next night still rankled him.

Nora had gotten caught up in a project and didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “Ugh” she groaned. “Nicky is going to worry." And she forgot her cell phone. Nora would call him when she got home - she just started down the stairs and it was kind of scary, so she didn’t want to walk back up to make a call. He was working late tonight so maybe he wouldn’t notice she wasn’t home at her regular time since they didn’t live together yet.

She walked outside and hurried to her car, quickly locking the doors and windows. She put the key in the ignition turned it and…nothing. She tried again…nothing. Grrrrr! Now I have to walk home, she thought. Holding her keys pointing them out through her fingers she began walking the two miles home. For a fleeting moment she considered walking the half block to the all night fast food place and call Nicky. Nah, she didn’t want to put Nicky out.

Just then a creep drove up next to her and asked if something was wrong with her car, and did she need a ride home. “No thank you I am waiting for my boyfriend." she lied. He drove off calling her a few choice names mostly drowned out by the screeching tires.

Nicky had driven by the school searching for her when she wasn’t home at the normal time. He was nearly frantic when he saw her car still in the lot. Just then his cell phone rang. “Thank you,” he whispered as he noticed the caller id. She began telling him about her crazy night and he got madder and madder that she didn’t call him. “I am sorry I didn’t call honey, I didn’t realize you would come looking and find a deserted school and car.”

“You were so foolish to take your life for granted, and just so you know how I feel about this, when I get home I am going to spank your bottom silly,” he stated in a calm matter of fact way.

Nora answered the door in her bathrobe, looking adorable and contrite. She thought, there is no way he is going to spank me, he was just spouting because he was upset. He asked her if she was all right and when she answered affirmatively, he lifted her off her feet like a sack of potatoes, sat on the couch and pulled her over his knee.

“No way Nicky, I'm sorry I didn’t call, but nothing happened!"

“I am not spanking you because of the things you couldn’t control; I am going to spank you for not calling me to help you!” Then he lifted her robe and began to spank hard and fast. "We worked out safety guidelines to keep you safe. So, let’s go over every bad decision you made tonight and how lucky you are just to have a warmed behind!"

That night as they cuddled on the couch, they talked about their future; she learned that night her boyfriend was a spanker. Nicky said that he would always spank in certain situations, but he was a fair man and would listen first (most of the time). As it turned out the police think Mr. Creepo put water in her gas tank to disable her car, he must have believed her lie about a boyfriend being nearby and took off. Things could have been so bad. He would take this memory with him so he could be prepared to help impart the new information if necessary, to keep the ladies safe.


That night began in a very lighthearted manner; conversation flowed between the couples, clearly indicating how well everyone enjoyed being together. The ladies shared the work they had already finalized on planning the party. “And," Maureen went on saying, "We will put jars of daffodils, bowls of tulips and hyacinths." she went on excitedly. 

Here the guys drifted off half listening and frankly not interested in the minute details.  “Oh, we can rent stuff from either The Black bottom, a company that has upscale furnishings to stage exclusive party events. Wasn’t that a Dance during the 20s? Or  we could use The Cat’s Meow!" All of a sudden Nicky who had had a relaxed look on his face listening to the women’s  conversation, whipped his head around at the reference to The Cat’s Meow.

“No! You cannot use the Cat’s Meow!”

 “Why not?” the three women answered back.

What Lloyd wanted to say was, 'Because we said so that’s why.' However he modified his aggravation and said, “We are not at liberty to discuss the reason ladies, but it could be very dangerous.”   All three men were in agreement as they asserted their opinions agreeing with Nicky.

“The company is into some shady dealings ladies.” The men looked at each other realizing the woman would not make this easy.

The ladies were perturbed with the men’s highhanded announcement and continued the conversation planning the party out on Myrna’s wrap around porch, excluding the men pointedly.  All three women wanted to shout and stomp their feet at the men and their bossiness.

After their company left, Myrna quarreled with her husband about using whichever company they wanted! “We need to purchase furniture and equipment best suited for the party.”

“Look darling, I do not want to spar with you on this, I want you to obey me without question,” Lloyd tried to reason. 

“Well,  if you'll not give a good reason than I will use which ever company works best!" She said snottily.

“Excuse me?” Lloyd queried sternly. “Am I a reasonable husband Myrna?” she had the grace to blush at her temerity.

“Mm mm, yes.” she answered prudently.

“Then you are aware that I have made up my mind regarding this issue?” Myrna nodded her head stiffly. "If you or any of the ladies do anything to involve yourselves with the Cat’s Meow, I predict sitting to become a distant memory for each of you!” He looked at her calmly and earnestly. “Honey I am serious about this. Like it or not I am an expert here and if I tell you something is too dangerous you need to trust my judgment.”   Lloyd clasped her hand in his as they walked into the hallway. Turning to the left of the large open entryway, he suggested, “Let’s sit over by the fireplace honey and cuddle on the couch.”

She was really trying to get over her aggravation, knowing that Lloyd’s patience could wear thin. It is just that his work always interfered with her life in some way or another. She also was honest to admit, if only to herself, that sometimes she just wanted to be contrary with him. He was so bossy.

He set a romantic scene by making a fire, and turning on some Pink Martini. Then surprised her when he pulled her over his knees lifted the back of her dress up and placed his right hand caressingly on her lace panties, enjoying the view of her thigh high hose.

 “Honey? What’s going on?”

“Just a tiny exclamation point to make sure you heed my warning of earlier.”

“If you do this don’t expect me to get all lovey dovey upstairs!”

 “Really?” He brought his hand down in a blasting smack, smack, smack, smack, and smack all over her bottom. “Exclamation point over...you were saying?" He asked, as he started to rub and smack in an entirely different... erotically pleasing manner.

“Maybe I spoke too rashly." she whispered huskily.  The mood definitely was much altered and after a while he drew her off the couch and led her upstairs.

"Common my little “chickadee” my back is too old for this couch.”

 “Oh Lloyd you're going to have fun with this 20s slang aren’t you?” 

His answer was to smack her bottom and say, “come on “bearcat” let’s go tear up the sheets!” She smacked him on the arm and raced past him up the stairs.


Maureen was involved in a much more spirited debate with her husband William. They were both red heads and had the fiery tempers to match the stereotype. “You are absolutely unreasonable and I am doing whatever I want!” She walked over to the sink for a drink of water.

“Don’t bet on it brat." Her six foot five husband said behind her.

Here is where her sanity left her and an alien took over. She watched her hands reach for the hose in the sink telling him he needed to cool off.  Next, she turned the water on her husband spraying him in the face and up and down his body! The look on his face would have been comical if she didn’t see the red infuse his face up through the top of his head. She thought she may have even seen steam burning the water off his head.

Maureen turned to run, but as fate would have it she stumbled sliding in the water on the floor, and he grasped her body to his. “That was a BIG mistake darling!” He dragged her to a chair in the kitchen turned her over his knees, and wailed away on her backside. “We are about to get a few things straight dear, firstly, we will deal with the water since I am so freshly aware of my discomfort!”  He pulled her pants and panties down and off.

“No…!” Spank, spank, spank, spank  “I AM sorry I was just so peeved at you! You acted like a bratty child not an intelligent adult woman!” More smacks followed until he felt she understood all that needed to be ‘discussed’ that evening and continuing for the foreseeable future party planning process!
William pulled her up to sit astride his lap, since she absolutely would not be sitting any time soon. Soon forgiveness and passion became the next delightful activity.


Don't worry, part two will be up tomorrow.  Minelle, thank you so much for sharing your writing with us. Now you want to think about that blog...

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

They lied!

I did my research, I watch TV.  Specifically I watch HGTV.  Contrary to want they lead you to believe you cannot redo a kitchen in a half hour, you can’t even do it in the full hour show! We are in a mess here.  We were down to the studs; we do have the dry wall back up now, but nothing else.  Everything has been shoved into my writing room.  We decided to redo the living room carpet too, so we’re going to eventually move all that furniture too. And yes as several friends asked, we probably are crazy to do it all at once.  So that nice, quiet, peaceful writing time I was looking forward to this summer hasn’t exactly happened yet.

I’m heading to the beach to meet up with my sister Thursday.  Nick isn’t thrilled with me making such a long drive alone, but I don’t mind the drive.  I did feel a little like Cassie when I mentioned it to him.  His first question was “Is Sue going?”  I had to laugh, my cousin Susan will be there, but no, it’s not the same.

I do have a spanking post in me somewhere – it’s rolling around in my head.  I usually do my best mind blogging when driving alone.  Don't worry, I've been mind blogging for over forty years now.  I can compose post and concentrate on driving at the same time.

But before head off on this trip I have another book suggestions for you.  Sorry not one bit of spanking in the whole thing, but it still has my highest recommendation.  The book is Learning Trust, by Donna Steele. It’s in an ebook and you can get in on Amazon and several other places.

It a mystery and honestly, it’s one of the best mysteries I’ve read.   If you have a Kindle or a Nook I really hope you’ll give it a try.  Let me know what you think of it. And although I’ll be gone, there’ll be a brand new Fantasy Friday.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Important question

I promise, I made sure Nick had a wonderful Father's day weekend! More about that later...

Finally I have the time to ask you a question that is very important to me. Most all of you know about my duel personalities, PK/Cassie. And I've told you I hope to be able to work on the books some this summer. I've shared several Cassie stories with some vanilla friends and they all have the same suggestion – I'm just not sure it's right for us (me and Cassie). When vanillas read what they think will be an erotic story they gloss over the 'spanking stuff' looking for sex. I think most of us out here in out community find the 'spanking stuff' to be sexy while they don't see it. So that has been their number one suggestion – more sex.

I began thinking of who I'm writing for and, of course, that would be for us – spankos. But I would also like to think that the books would have some crossover appeal to non-spankos. I see Cassie as a wonderful ambassador for our lifestyle. I know how pure vanillas see us. They picture our men as abusive bullies and we women as timid, fearful doormats. I see Cassie and Tom as a couple who lives our lifestyle happily and successfully. I see Tom as a man who adores his wife and protects her at every turn. I see Cassie as a strong minded, fun loving, woman with a zest for life that is so strong she might well be reckless without he ever vigilante husband, whom she loves madly, watching over her.

But on to the real question. Should there be more sex in the Cassie stories? It's no secret that they have an active and very fulfilling sex life, yet we hear no details. There are several reasons for this. Cassie tells the stories herself, it wouldn't be from a third person perspective. As a lady, I'm not sure she would give the intimate details of her sex life to her readers (or even me). Another thought is that she is a lady of 'mature years' (she'd hurt me for that) not some hot twenty year old. Do people want to read about mature sex? As for me I don't know if I could write sex that well, even if she was willing to tell me. I don't usually put a ton of sexual details in my stories about strangers and Cassie is no stranger to me.

So PLEASE, I really want your opinions. I know Cassie and I will have to make the final decision, but I want to know from those of you that have been reading Cassie's Space for a while and maybe from those of you that have just discovered her. Shoot, if you have vanilla friends that you feel comfortable sharing her writings with, ask them.

Paul, I am especially eager for your opinion. You have probably known Cassie the longest out here and since you're family I know you'll be honest. Bless your heart, over six year now and I don't believe you've missed commenting on one of her posts, or mine, in all that time (unless you've been in the hospital). You're a dear friend and you mean a lot to both of us.

I'm waiting to hear – what do you really think? Would the stories be better with more sexual details or are innuendos and illusions enough to keep the readers interest?  Be honest and tell me what you think!

Friday, June 15, 2012

Fantasy Friday - Love Will Find a Way, part 2

This Friday is one of the sweetest of the year.  My second day of freedom.  Thursday was my day - reading, writing, and being lazy.  Now today I have a doctor's appointment and then Nick and I are tackling the kitchen floor, ripping it up and getting it ready for the new one.

This is a continuation of a story Sunnygirl wrote for us (and I think I have it right this time).  You can find the first part here.  Now please enjoy...

Love Will Find a Way

Ginni and Sean had been married nine months before their first serious quarrel as a married couple. It started on Thursday night when Sean reminded Ginni about his nephew’s confirmation on Saturday. Ginni told him she might not be able to attend. The Children’s Foundation had called a special board meeting and she could not miss it. Sean said his family expected them both to be in attendance and he had no intention of showing up alone.

“The Children’s Foundation is a volunteer organization. It’s not as if it’s your job. You can miss the meeting.”

“You know how important the Children’s Foundation is to me. They wouldn’t have called a special meeting if it wasn’t important.”

The argument went on like this for the rest of the evening. Finally exhausted, Ginni just went up to bed. Sean was still fuming as he followed her up the stairs. Looking at the gorgeous tush as he climbed the stairs almost made him forget how upset he was with her attitude. By the time they got into bed they were so tired they just rolled over and went to sleep leaving the issue unresolved.

The following morning Ginni was up first. She had a rough night. She kept tossing and turning thinking about their argument. She knew Sean’s family was important and she felt bad that she had forgotten all about James’ confirmation. Not that it would have mattered. This board meeting was an emergency meeting regarding the purchase of the building that would house the new children’s center. The building’s owner had thrown a wrench into the negotiations and the matter had to be resolved prior to closing or the deal would be dead in the water. Saturday was the only day everyone could get together. It was a conundrum. She would try to work something out so that everyone was happy.

She dressed and left for the office before Sean got up. Once in the office she called her sister-in-law to find out the details of Saturday’s big event. Since the confirmation wasn’t scheduled until 4:00 pm she could still attend the morning board meeting. The meeting should last no longer than two hours giving them plenty of time to drive to Lancaster and be there in time for the ceremony.

She checked her messages after lunch and there was a text message from Sean. The message was very curt and basically said that they WOULD be going to the confirmation and that was the end of that. Ginni was fuming as she read the message. Capitalizing words were like yelling at her. How dare he be so dictatorial? When she acted like that he had her over his knee in a flash.

She was so angry with him she decided she would just ignore the text message. When 5:30 rolled around instead of going home she decided she would go to the mall to pick up a gift for James. By the time she found what she was looking for it was 8:15. She was surprised she hadn’t heard anything further from Sean. When she looked at her phone she realized she had muted it after his last text and had forgotten to turn it back on. When she did, she saw that she had 6 phone messages and 6 text messages from him asking, “Where in the hell are you?” She knew how she would feel if she had been unable to get in touch with him. Ginni knew she was in big trouble. Her butt cheeks actually clinched. She considered not calling him at all but then thought better of it. Rather than call, she texted him the following message:

Sorry, forgot to turn my phone back on. Am at the mall picking up a gift for James. Will be home soon. Was able to work out the details for tomorrow.

It wasn’t seconds later her phone rang. She saw it was Sean – should she answer it or not. After all he knew where she was and that everything was alright. He would probably just yell at her and she wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t answer. As she passed the café, she decided to stop in and get a glass of wine and a bite to eat before heading home. She was hungry and the glass of wine would mellow her out. The mall café closed at 10:00 and Ginni was the last patron out the door. Her phone had been beeping all night and she was afraid to look at the messages. When she looked at the last message, it read:

”Well Miss CEO you are in so much trouble. I am not one of your employees that you can just put off when it suits you. Be warned I will not be treated that way. It’s a lesson you will learn over my knee.”

Sean was walking the floor all evening. He couldn’t decide if he should just go to the mall, find her and drag her home or just wait til she finally decided to come home. He opted for waiting because he didn’t trust himself if he found her at the mall. His first instinct would probably be to throw her over his shoulder and spank her butt all the way to the car. He didn’t want to create a public disturbance and he had no doubt that Ginni would not go quietly. Relief washed over him when he finally heard the garage door open. He went to the door and waited.

Ginni walked in and saw Sean standing at the kitchen counter. She wasn’t sure how or what to do. He just stared at her. When she put the packages down he finally spoke.

“What do you have to say for yourself? You had better talk fast. Not that I think it’s going to help your cause any. That opportunity went out the window when you didn’t answer my call after you texted me.”

“I am sorry but I was so angry at you for that text you sent this afternoon. It was very bossy and if I had sent you something like that you would have spanked me. I just wanted to get back at you. I actually didn’t realize my phone had been turned off.”

“And what about after you did realize? Instead of calling you texted me and then didn’t take any of my calls.”

“I knew you were angry and that I was in big trouble”.

“I am glad you are home. I was really worried when I hadn’t heard from you. I am sorry about the “bossy” text. I was upset that you would choose an organization over family. I really didn’t get angry until you ignored me. I am not angry any more but that doesn’t mean you are off the hook.”

Sean told Ginni to go upstairs, get undressed and he would meet her in the bedroom. Ginni climbed the stairs and did as she was told. Sean made her wait a good twenty minutes before he climbed the stairs. When he entered the bedroom Ginni was sitting on the bed. He took one look at her and his heart melted. She looked so forlorn – like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He called her over, took her over his knee and began spanking her. He lectured as he spanked. She was so contrite. He told her to get up it was over. She couldn’t believe he had taken it so easy on her. She thanked him and climbed onto his lap.

The next day Ginni attended her board meeting and was home by 11:30. When she got home Sean suggested she relax a little before getting ready for the drive to Lancaster. One thing led to another and they just made it to the church in time to see James confirmed.


Sunnygirl, you are the best!  Thank you for all the stories you share with us. I hope summer time will give some other the time and inspiration to write for us.  If you do send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com