This means a lot to me - Please read

You had to know that I would eventually have to give my opinion on what’s happened out here.  I completely understand going private if you feel that is the best thing for you – always go with your gut. Hopefully some will feel comfortable opening their sites back to the public after some time passes.

As a teacher there is a little speech I make early in the year, it’s about bullying. We discuss it in general, I tell them despite plans to ‘stamp out bullying’ it’s never going to happen. I stress to the kids that I’m not talking to the bullies, I’m talking to the other 98% of the children and explain how we do have the bullies vastly outnumbered and by supporting one another the bullying problem can sometime be reduced to a minor annoyance.

Specifically I discuss gay bashing, I tell my students that if they are gay or if they ‘worry’ that they may be gay, that that's okay. But that they probably shouldn’t discuss it with their classmates.  They are welcome to talk with a councilor or me. I tell them my son is gay and that I love him because he is a wonderful person, but that the majority of sixth graders do not have the maturity to understand.

I guess the same could be said for ‘reporters’ when it comes to writing articles about TTWD. Shoot anyone could write an article against it. I’m a spanko to the core, but I could write something against it easier than falling off a log.  To write something with balance it takes intelligence, understanding, a willingness to truly look at something from a completely different viewpoint, and a tolerance of different lifestyles to write a fair article.

I’m sorry we can’t be more open about our lifestyles, it would surely make life easier. I wrote something shortly after I began blogging that’s one of my favorite post, since it’s nearly seven years old I’m assuming most of you haven’t read it. Here it is with minor changes.

An email from a friend got me all stirred up about this topic so pardon me while I rant, but I'm upset. I want to know where the rest of the world gets off thinking that what we enjoy and the lifestyle we chose makes us some type of sicko that should not be accepted in polite society!

Many people enjoy massages; often they pay big bucks to have a stranger give them a massage. They talk about how good it feels and how relax they felt afterwards. If their friends, family and colleagues have any thoughts on the matter most would think, “Yeah, a massage would be great”. Well I hate massages. Sometimes people I barely know come up behind me and start rubbing my shoulders. It hurts likes hell. I want to scream at them. If I say anything about not wanting them digging their digits into the muscles near my neck I get a strange look and something like “You don’t LIKE that? There must be something wrong with you. You are way too tense.”

I see people at the gym lifting weights so heavy they look as though they are going to tear a muscle. Runners and cyclist are taught to run or ride through the pain for the benefits on the other side. Huge men are paid bazillion dollars to slam into one another to get a ball moved down a field. All of these people are engaging in activities, by their own choice, that both hurt like hell and are activities that some others would never ever want to do. Yet they are considered normal. People will let them talk about what they enjoy and it’s even acceptable to encourage other to at least give it a try.

I enjoy being spanked. I love the sting, I love the afterglow, I love the achy soreness the next day, I love the feeling of release, I love the emotional closeness I feel with my husband, I love everything about it. Spanking is good for my physical, mental and emotional well being. I'm not even encouraging others to try it. I'm just saying it is a wonderful thing in my life.

So why is it that I would be the one to possible lose my job if my superiors were to discover that I blog about it. At best I could expect to be ridiculed, thought of as unnatural or perhaps even perverted. IT'S NOT FAIR. I am just as normal as those who like massages, lift weight, run or play football. But no, our desire is strictly taboo. I want to stand up and yell “I’m damn mad and I’m not going to take it anymore!” Instead I have to sit here and type “I’m damn mad and there is not a friggin thing I can do about it!”

And if you don’t mind if I rant on, another topic we are discussing on our blog is our sex life. This would also make our friends and family gasp in horror and heap embarrassment on us. WHY? If I were reading blogs to improve my cardiovascular system that would be fine, if my boss or family found out, they would be proud of me. I could ask all the question I wanted to and gathering all the information I could. But if I want to learn about my sexuality, if I want to learn more about how this part of my body how it works and ways to improve or enhanced the quality of an orgasm – oh my, heaven forbid! And speaking of heaven, God created our bodies and included in the female a special added feature strictly for pleasure having nothing to do with reproduction. So evidently He intended for us to enjoy this part of our lives. There is nothing wrong with researching how our bodies are supposed to work.

We are talking about sex and spankings on our blogs. I am not standing on the street corner yelling these things at folks that don't want to hear it. If you don't want to hear my opinions on these topics you wouldn’t have read this far. I know that none of us are embarrassed in the least by what we read or write yet we worry about others finding out, because others won’t understand. I want my blog to remain a secret from my vanilla friends. Not only would I have to deal with the embarrassment if it were discovered, my family would also. But if anyone I know does find my blog and tries to make me feel guilty or threats to tell others I am going to print this post off, shove it in their face and tell them to kiss my ass!

My friends, I thank you for allowing me a place for my rant. I knew I would be safe here.


We've all made the choice to be here, own that decision and be proud.

Fantasy Friday - A Room with a View

            
We made it back from our vacation, and it was a wonderful one. I'm looking forward to telling you more about it and sharing some pictures next week.  

My friend Grace, who has written stories for us before (you can find one here) realized that I was nearly out of new stories and set me one she wrote a while back. This is why I like Fantasy Friday so much, I get to meet new people and we get so many different types of stories. 

Please enjoy...

A Room with a View

So, Love, once again it returns to me like an echo of light in the night. I never understand it and yet I feel its inevitable pull, an invisible powerful force so gentle and light yet it washes the daily grime from my soul and hints of a brighter place. The distance between us seems smaller tonight, the causeway at low tide and the urge to travel west to that ancient land of sea and sky is strong, your memory enchanting, a melody to remember and savor. I feel close to touching the outer fringes of the universe tonight.

But let me tell you a little about that time, an ancient tale for a new age. A computer to match beings who are wired in a particular, consensual, familiar way. Invisible people in a clandestine matrix. It was here that I found us in a hotel room above the city and my world has never been the same since.

“I think you need to be spanked!” He said.

She half looked over her shoulder at him “No I don’t!” she said petulantly, at the same time practicing her pout.

“I think she does” he thought, “I will follow her lead.”

“What the hell am I doing here” she thought “You know that stupid” she replied to herself. “You came along, yes but now that I’m here, always yes but no but.” Her internal dialogue ping ponged back and forth whilst she looked down and shuffled her feet.

“I was glad the computer matched us tonight” he said trying to relax the atmosphere “she really is beautiful” he thought.

“Me too” she replied. “I love his smile and kind eyes” she let her thoughts drift to another time, a different world, a fantasy world that she needed now. Her internal voices returned once again to her “What is this thing about?”

The pictures in her mind took over as the mist swirled through the ancient forest, its cathedral limbs reaching up to the crisp starry night sky, grounding the heavens in its leafy grasp. “I come here so often but I have no idea why, I am addicted to this way, I cannot break free and nor do I wish to. They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, if so then I am barking mad and happy to be so!” She smiled quietly to herself at this revelation.

“Do I lead or am I led? It’s a conundrum! I suspect I am led to wherever I want to go and hoping above all hopes that our destination doesn’t disappoint” The wind gently sighed in the tree tops as the low clouds scudded across the moon. She looked up as the Pagan view played out its scene for her, just as it had for a thousand millennia. “I wonder where I will allow you to lead me this time sir? Towards something I crave? I suspect so! Or is this the ramblings of a deranged mind. You tell me!”

“Pardon?” He said.

“You tell me!” She said out loud whilst looking out of the balcony at the cityscape laid out below. “You tell me what I have to do.” She looked down and shuffled her feet once again. “It appears I am fascinated by my feet!” she giggled.

He looked on totally bewildered, her weird behaviour puzzling and yet enthralling, she was a fascinating secret mystery, he had never met anyone like her before and he was completely captivated by her presence.

“I will do my best!” she continued, “I believe it’s time, do you not think? For me to do my best, on my best behaviour!”

“You are a strange one!” he said whilst trying to take in the whole situation and her stunning beauty. “Were you always like this?”

“Weren’t we all?” she replied “But I will now come to you and do my best, on my best behaviour” In her imagination the scene changed once again to a forest glade as she sashayed bare foot through the dew wet grass until she stood in front of him. She took both of his hands into hers, tilted her head slightly and looked up at him. “What are we going to do with me, where are you going to take me?” Her dark eyes looked unblinking into his soul and he knew in an instance that he was completely and hopelessly out of his depth, completely lost and completely hers and he knew he wanted to be forever.

“I,I,” He gave up on his words as she placed a finger against his lips and smiled.

“Sometimes you know there are no need for words.”

She turned around and gently held the post of the bed her back arched to protrude her buttocks. Her silk dress clung to her naked skin, offering the perfect curve of her bottom to him. Her long ebony hair hung down her naked back like silk and he saw once again her stunning beauty. She felt the excitement rising within her, her heart pounding as she waited. No doubts now as she immersed herself into her passion and her true natural self. Her mind wandered again, the room spun around and away she flew. A warm breeze blew across the fields lifting her hair gently as she stood firm against the elements.

She felt the caress of his hands on her bottom, his soft kiss on her naked back before the first slap landed loud upon the roundness of her bottom, the satin of her dress stretched like a second skin clung to her curves. A sudden sting, a warm glow, the desire instantly aroused, another slap, his hand contacting with her bottom, his palm a perfect match to the curves of her bottom. The noise loud as the rhythmic percussion continued, her gasps and groans registering with his authority to spank her as they joined, fully integrated, the desire, the circle complete as two lovers lost themselves in a soft sensual dream.

He was entrapped into her world and lost to her fantasyland, the wildness apparent and real. She vaguely felt him reposition her over his knee but she was lost in a dreamscape of desire. A vulnerable submission fell upon her as she raised her bottom to his hand, the smacks continuing to flow into her. The heat from her jiggling bottom spreading to her sex, his hand firmly on the smallness of her back.

The fresh cool morning air blowing the light curtains that framed the balcony doors woke him. He remembered with a start the night before and sat up suddenly, the space beside him empty where she once laid, her perfume still lingered on the pillow as he lay back down.

Such strange beauty he had seldom known and he wondered if he ever would again.

A year and a day passed, his sojourn in the west nearly complete and then he wondered into her world again. Across a crowded street he recognized her, a familiar sway to her hips caught his attention first and then a coy smile as she half looked over her shoulder to him, her hair like silk, her warm smile, her bare legs golden brown against her light cotton dress, and in a heartbeat he was hers once again, and he followed and she led until they found themselves in a quiet cobbled lane off the main drag. It was here that she pushed herself against him, looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth onto his, her hands in his hair as he cupped her bottom in his hands.

“Welcome.” she eventual said with a small smile.

“You left me lost last time, you know that don’t you?” he said as he held her tightly around her waist.

She looked deeply into his eyes, her head slightly tilted “shall I stay this time?”

The inner dialogue remained mute, no need for doubts, no need for fear, they were paired, he had found her, his task complete. She placed her finger against his lips and then took his hands into hers, “Let me lead you into my world.”

“Is it far?” he asked.

“No not at all, in fact it’s a breath away, your imagination will take you, but let us go there together.”

The warm sea breeze disturbed the light curtains that framed the doors leading onto the balcony, waves crashing and retreating on a sandy sun drenched beach filled their soundscape. She lay face down across his legs, her thin dress mirroring the curves of her naked bottom.

“I will do my best, on my best behavior.” she said half looking over her shoulder to him with her now familiar coy smile.

~o0o~

Grace, thank you for sharing your story with us.  I wish everyone would think about trying one story, that one little fantasy that keeps running through your mind.  The one you want to write, but don't think you can.  Well I say give it a shot! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

See you later

By the time most of you read this Nick and I will be on our way to the beach. I don’t think I’ve been to the ocean for two to three years and it’s been even longer for Nick so I’m excited.  Nick is most looking forward to the chance to get some good pictures. For him that means sunrises and sunsets.  Sunrise – on a vacation you want to see the sun rise? Is he nuts?  Apparently. I’ve said I’ll go on one sunrise run with him, but for the rest he’s on his own.

I’ll have my computer with me, but of course I may not be on too often. Hopefully there’ll be some spanking going on. It has been sorely LACKING at home. As Bob said I could just ask him for a spanking, yes I could, but if only there was some other way I could let him know I like to be spanked without having to beg every time. Geeze, what could I do, maybe something like blog about it for seven years!  Sorry Bob, I couldn’t resist. Oh well, I’m not going to make myself mad about it before we head off.  But there may be a rant in my future.

You all take care of one another out here in blogland. Well be home soon.

Fantasy Friday Revisited - Real Life

This is a rerun of a story that I really love.  I love the simplicity of the story, but I am touched by the real feel of it. I also have message for everyone at the end - so don't forget to read on when you finish the story.

I love hosting FF because it give me the opportunity to talk to so many different people out here. Some stories are sent by friends that have their own blog, but many come from people who rarely even leave comments. Many of these folks enjoy reading and sometimes, if we're lucky, they break down and write a story of their own.

Our story today comes from a friend who does not fancy herself a writer, but she’s wrong. I kinda had to bully her into writing one. Her story may not be elaborate but I can see in my mind everything she talks about. I think this is a sign of a good writer. Please make her feel welcomed, I’ll tell you more about her at the end. For now, please enjoy…

Real life

I guess this really isn’t a Fantasy Friday story. I can’t write story like all of you all can. I emailed PK to tell her I liked reading and she told me to try writing one. I told her everyone out here seemed like really good writers and I didn’t want to do that then she told me to just write my own story of my life. So I got up the nerve to try.

We’re very ordinary people. Dennis works hard, he doesn’t wear a tie. He comes home dirty from work but he comes home with a smile for me and the kids. He’s a good man. We don’t have money for many extras but he’ll bring me wild flowers from the field sometimes. He’ll watch the kids if I want to go to the movies with my friends. When he sees I’m too tired or frustrated to cook supper he’ll pile us all in the car and go to McDonalds to eat. He’ll have me and the kids laughing at his jokes and teasing so much the worries of the day just fade away.

Out here you all tall about a dd relationship. We've never called it anything. He doesn't have a ton of rules and stuff but he’s serious about 3 things, keep yourself healthy and safe, don’t lie to him and no sass mouth. I do my best but if I break these rules I get my butt whipped. Our kids have the same rules but they don’t get whipped for breaking them. Dennis says they’re just kids that need to learn. A night with no TV is all we need to use to straighten them right up when they forget. Dennis says I’m a grown woman and should know better.

I lied to him about a Christmas gift I got for the kids. I knew he’d think it was too much and I really wanted to get it so I told him it was half of what it really cost. I write the checks to pay for stuff so I didn’t think he would know but for some reason he saw the bill. He was pretty mad. He went right to the phone and called my mama – she only lives about 10 minutes away. He told her that he sure would like to have some time alone with his wife and could the kids come visit for a while. My mama was tickled and told him to bring them on and let them spend the night. She thinks its real romantic when he does this. Sometimes it is, but not this time.

After he got the kids ready he whispered to me to that I better have my naked butt in the bedroom corned and be holding the hairbrush when he got back. I sure wasn’t happy but I did like he said. I heard him come in later but I kept my eyes in the corner. I could tell he was standing in the bedroom doorway and finally he asked me what happened when I lied to him. I told him I knew I’d get a whippin. And I sure did. He spanked me real hard! I was hollering and crying by the time he finished. He was sweet afterwards and hugged me and dried my tears but he wasn’t done with me yet. Lying is something Dennis is real serious about. He told me that that it would take him about 7 hours of work to pay off the $120 I’d lied about and that for the next week I’d have to spend an hour after we got the kids in bed writing lines for him. That wouldn’t be so bad except when I’m writing lines I don’t get to just sit in a chair. Dennis brought this awful rough door mat. It hurts real bad just to rub your hand across it. He puts that in chair I have to sit my naked butt on that thing for an hour a night for the next 7 nights while I write those lines. I wish I hadn’t lied to him to start with. I told him I was real sorry and he knew I was telling the truth.

I know this isn’t a real story like you all are used to but I appreciate PK letting me be a part of Fantasy Friday too.

~o0o~

My friend Cathy wrote this story. She says she has been married for 12 years and they have three children. She received her first spanking from her husband when they were dating. Cathy tells me that she doesn’t get spanked often, but she knows it will come if he thinks it’s needed. From the emails we have exchanged I can tell you she loves her husband very much and they seem very close. I haven't heard from Cathy in a while, but I'd love to hear from her again.

Now for my thought's on Fantasy Friday. I'm not getting many new stories.  I still get a few and I really appreciate everyone of them. I've been putting up re-runs when I don't have a new one. I'm thinking of stopping that. I know you don't read blogs for re-runs.  So I hope you'll think of writing and helping me get new stories - I'll post any Friday that have a new story to share.

Please send any stories you have to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I don’t mean to make you jealous…

Oh who am I kidding? How often can a middle aged, over-weight, gray-haired (only at the roots, of course) lady make her younger, hotter friends jealous over her sex life? It began like this…

Nick has the next three weeks off, not bad so far. Our wonderful kids are off happily living their own lives, another point in our favor. So this morning, sleeping late with a little cool breeze blowing in the window I let my hand do a little roaming. And, shame on me, I woke my husband, he didn’t seem to mind too much.  We were sleeping in the nude, why not, we’re alone. There was touching and kissing and a variety of other things taking place since we had no particular time to get up and no where we had to be. Nick eventually grabbed the Hitachi Magic Wand and wrapped his arms around me as I finished with that. (Ladies if you do not have a Hitachi Magic Wand – run, don’t walk, to your computer and order one today! You won’t regret it!) Nick got up then but I couldn’t move and drifted off back to sleep for a while longer.

After I got up we did some errands, bought a shower gift for our niece and went out for a nice lunch.  Back home I wrote a little while Nick lay by the pool and after that we both napped as a thunderstorm rolled through. When I woke from my nap I found an email from Nick asking me if I would be willing to give him a massage around four. Hmmm… I didn’t mind a bit.  He got a massage, a full body massage you might say. And it must have been a good one because by the time we were through all our muscles combined had turned to putty.

Well that's how I spent my Monday.  Now I know it’s not a contest or anything, but can anyone top that?

Short post, more soon - I hope

We spent Saturday visiting with Mollie. Saturdays are her only day off at camp.  We drove around, saw some waterfalls and did a little shopping in the little town near by.  She has spent the past two weeks training the new assistant councilors.  Most of them are eighteen, only two years younger than Mollie. It was so strange to have these ‘adult’ looking people come up to our baby to tell her she was the best instructor ever! 

There’s a little spanking activity going on here.  Nick lifted up my nightgown this morning and gave me a few good spanks.  I said, “Hey that’s my bare bottom!”

To which he answered, “No it’s my bare bottom.” That gave me a little thrilled.

Later as I was getting into the shower, I call to him to show him that I got a little sun yesterday.  My chest was so red.  Nick decided I was uneven and I needed a little color on my cheeks too.  Things are looking up! Hopefully there will be more to come.