I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
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Friday, August 29, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 6

I'm back at school, not bad, but very tiring. I have a much better attitude this year, thank goodness. I'm just enjoying my kids and not worrying about another thing.

If you haven't been reading this story along with us, you can find parts one, two , there,  four and five by clicking on them.  And today we have a another chapter from Annie and this is an intense one. There is nothing I can add, just enjoy...

Another Chance
 Chapter 6

Bill sat at his desk, lost in thought. Sylvia was going to be shocked when
he unveiled the big surprise at tonight’s anniversary bash. She would never guess the secret he had been teasing her with for weeks was him volunteering to take an early retirement. A lifetime of working with his hands, out in the fresh air kept him fit and looking younger than 64. He chuckled to himself, wondering what his conniving wife would find to complain about when he stopped going to the job she was so jealous of. After five years of marriage he had to admit he was no closer to understanding her than when they started. He knew what to do with her, how to stay ahead of her, how to make her feel loved before she pushed his buttons to get attention. She certainly knew how to get him riled. They did things he didn’t even know existed. That line of thinking led to a sharp picture of Sylvia, red eyed and crying, on her knees, begging to be allowed to suck his cock after he spent an hour reddening her fanny and shoving toys up her butt. Resolving to end their evening just that way, he was smiling when his private line rang.

“Hey, Bob, good to hear from you. I called about the playground project we are starting for Kay’s foundation. I knew you would want to weigh in on how best to design the area at the hospital.”

“Bill, we have been friends a long time, so I am going to stick my nose in your business. Feel free to disregard my advice, but do me the courtesy of hearing it. I know you are happy with your work, and that the projects the foundation is involved in benefit the entire community. You have a right to be proud of your accomplishments. You are also lucky to have a wonderful woman at your side. She deserves to have your attention and your support right now. It has to be difficult going through this again, for both of you. I remember every time I walked into Kay’s room one of you was there. Anyway, just try to find the time and the strength to come with her for the biopsy, she really needs you.”

“Bob, I appreciate you calling, it takes a real friend to stick their neck out. I have some questions about where we are with the biopsy process, any chance you could squeeze me in today. Great, I’ll be right there.”

An hour later, leaving the hospital, Bill called his wife, suggested a nooner, much to her delight, and headed home to confront her lies.

Sylvia primped in front of the mirror, she had grabbed a quick shower and was wearing lotion and very skimpy, very expensive lingerie. She hummed with excitement, Bill had been teasing her with the promise of a big surprise for weeks, it was their anniversary, and now he was coming home in the middle of the day. Things had been hectic lately, a chance to get a little kinky before they met the family for dinner was perfect.

Bill drove slowly, trying to gather his resolve. It had been years since the last punishment, he had found that regular trips over his lap kept her from getting into mischief. He snorted to himself, he obviously had not been beating her often enough if she thought she would get away with this stunt. The magnitude of what Bob had showed him brought tears to his eyes. They had hours before they needed to get ready for the dinner the kids had planned. He intended for her to spend every minute of them begging his forgiveness and bawling her eyes out. In fact, this was so huge a single punishment was out of the question. They would be discussing this for days.

The scene that greeted him in their bedroom was like a fantasy shot from a fetish video. His wife, draped over the end of the chaise lounge she had shopped six months for. The one that was the perfect height to present her ass for his attentions. Said ass, covered with a wisp of satin, a shocking red against an acre of creamy white skin.

“Perfect.” he growled, striding across the room and landing a quick flurry of sharp hard swats.

“Hey, lover boy, take it easy. We have all afternoon to work our way up to the rough stuff.” She chided, wiggling her stinging fanny.

“We have plenty of time for you to explain to me why you thought it was acceptable to lie to me.”

“WHAT! Wait, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me up and we’ll talk about it, you’ve probably just forgotten, or something.” Franticly trying to stand up and get her behind out of reach.

“Maybe you’ve told so many lies lately you can’t be sure which one I’m talking about. Let’s just start with a few minutes to warm up your memory then you can start telling me the truth.”

Bill laid into her with his hard callused hand, going straight to full force swats, the little warm up she had gotten woefully inadequate for the heat now building.

“Bill, you promised I would always know what you were spanking me for.”

“Oh, I reckon you know exactly why, you just wonder how I found out.”

Tired of her twisting he grabbed her by the arm, strode to the edge of the bed and tossed her across his lap. Pinned in place she was defenseless as he rained heavy handed spanks over her bottom and down her thighs, making her squeal and plead. Keeping a steady tempo he continued until she was reduced to sobbing before resting his hand on her hot skin and asking again.

“Ready to tell me why you lied to me? No answer? Okay, but none of this counts toward your punishment.”

Ignoring her protests he started again, a steady rhythm of hard swats, several in a spot then moving on. Painting her skin a dark red from the top of her cheeks to the middle of her thighs. This time there was no relief until she was begging to tell him anything he wanted to know, in fact he made her beg over and over before giving her another chance.

“I’m sorry,” she blubbered, “it just seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Telling me a lie just seemed like ‘the right thing’, huh? Has it been so long since you got caught you forgot what it feels like to skip the fun stuff and go straight to the part where I blister your ass? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“NO! No, please stop, I can’t talk when you are spanking so hard. Please, honey. I’ll tell you anything you want.”

Setting her on her feet between his thighs, Bill lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. She shuffled her feet, trying to think of a way to talk that wouldn’t make things worse.

“Is there more than one thing you need to tell me?”

“NO! I mean, well, you know it isn’t really like I lied, I just didn’t maybe tell you everything.”

Bill tossed her over one leg, locked her in place with the other, and went back to the part that was making him feel better, even if she didn’t seem to. Ignoring all offers of truth, a nice drink, a blow job and anything else she could think of, he took her past sobbing to the place where she was simply gasping for air and shuddering against him. Setting her on her feet he guided her to the corner, placed her hands on top of her head, and walked out of the room.

When he returned, she started to explain but he cut her off.

“You had several chances to make this right. I am tired and we haven’t even started on the punishment. So, you go get the punishment strap and the little rubber spatula. Before you say anything else, this punishment is for refusing to help me work this out.”

Ignoring her whimpers he continued,

“I am going to wear you out. You can plan on being very uncomfortable at our dinner. Now move.”

Sylvia scuttled to the closet, knees held together with her panties, sobbing. The punishment strap was bad enough but that spatula was pure torture. Forcing herself to pick up both she walked back to his side and placed them in his hand.

“Why are we here, Sylvia?”

“I didn’t listen.” She whined, dreading what was coming.

“Oh, no, this is NOT about listening. This is about you telling me a series of lies, having several chances to tell me what was going on, getting caught, and STILL REFUSING TO BE HONEST!” Bill scrubbed his hands over his face, wishing they were through.

“Why do you have the strap?”

“Because you made me get it.” She snapped.

“Every snotty tone you take just adds to what we are going to get through before we leave this room. Why the strap?”

“Because you are going to punish me like a little girl.” recited in a singsong childish voice.

“Damn straight I am, and why do you deserve that?”

“Because I am in big trouble.” Whispering now, as the seriousness of this encounter began to sink in.

“Yes, indeed, you are. And why the rubber spatula?”

“Because I lied to you.”

“And what, exactly, am I going to do with it?”

“You’re going to, well, you will, I mean, well…you’ll spank me with it.”


“Please, don’t make me say it too. It’s bad enough you do it.”

“I’m adding on extras starting right now.”

“NO! Wait. You’re going to spank me, you know, between, in my crack.” The last delivered in the softest of whispers.


“Because I hate it and you’re an old meanie, oomph”

Back over his leg, his hand crashing down, suddenly she wanted to rethink her answers.

“Wait, wait, it’s because I lied. You spank me there when I tell lies.”

Bill ignored her answers, now repeating at ever increasing volume, until she was shouting what she could barely whisper just moments ago. Keeping a steady pace he re-warmed all of the areas until the skin glowed dark red and she was babbling, desperate to make him stop. He chuckled to himself over that, they had barely begun; she had no idea how desperate she was going to be before he was finished.  After another complete circuit he set her on her feet and guided her back over the end of the chaise.

The strap landed with a splat and wrung a howl from her lips. Without waiting he settled into a steady pattern, striping her already tender skin with welts that would burn and itch for hours. With more force he could make the discomfort last for several days but he had other plans. Methodically working down then up he laid on dozens of burning stripes, continuing until she hung limp and unmoving, simply taking whatever he dished out. Her skin crawled and boiled to the point she didn’t even realize he had stopped. Dazed, she let him help her back to the bed.

“We aren’t close to finished. You know what to do next.”

Sobbing even louder, Sylvia sat on the edge of the bed, wincing when her battered skin touched the bedspread. Slowly she lay back, pulling her knees up and exposing herself to him totally. Slipping her panties from around her ankles, Bill lightly tied them around her wrists, positioning them behind her knees, holding her completely open.

“Please, Bill, not this. I am so sorry, I will never lie to you again, I promise.”

“I believe that is the exact same thing you have told me every time you have gotten caught. In fact, it has been several years since I have found myself forced to punish you for this so I assume that this special punishment has had a beneficial effect on your truthfulness. I seem to recall you spending quite a bit of time over my knee for lying before I discovered how much you hate this.”

The rubber spatula burned a vicious path over the tender skin only exposed in this position. The great thing about the rubber was it lit a fire but caused no damage. She howled and screamed but Bill knew as badly as it burned now it would disappear completely leaving not a mark. He had seen it at a kitchen show Sylvia drug him to and knew it was perfect for those few times when a true lesson was needed. She had to be regretting that outing.

When every inch of skin was scalded and several passes had been made Bill paused.

“Do you think you have had sufficient time to regret your decision?”

“Yes, oh yes, you can stop, I regret everything.”

“Fine, we’ll just finish up then.”

Bill had learned that the last part was the most crucial in making her feel the burn for a few hours. He landed the hardest swats of all up and down, so fast that her skin began to writhe under the unrelenting assault. Once she was limp and sobbing, with no fight left in her, he stopped and released her hands. Cuddling her against his chest he allowed her to cry for a few minutes, rubbing soothing circles against her back, her bottom like a hot coal burning him through his slacks.

“You’re going to go stand in the corner and think about how we got here. While you are doing that you should also think about the fact that by my count there have been at least six days that you have been keeping this from me. Plus the many little lies told to support the big one. So, this covers the way you chose to handle this today. We will repeat this lesson every day for the next six days. You think about whether this was worth it. Then you can tell me how you plan to move forward.”

Sylvia whimpered at the thought of six more punishments but moved quickly to the corner. Nothing she said would change it once Bill decided what she deserved. And she certainly did deserve it. Standing in the corner, feeling like a child, Sylvia cried her heart out; grateful she had a man who never failed to follow through. She needed six days of pain, six days of him making all of the decisions, six days of him taking care of her. She needed him.

Hours later, Sylvia found herself in the same corner, her head spinning and grateful to have some private time to marshal her thoughts. Bill’s announcement at dinner came as a total surprise. She didn’t think he would ever retire, not voluntarily. This should be a happy day; they should be drinking champagne and having celebration sex. It was all ruined, and it was all her fault. Sylvia’s tears became heart wrenching sobs as the enormity of what she had done sank in.

Bill sagged against the door, undone by the pain she was wrestling with. All of her silly artifice stripped away, leaving her the only the pain of her fears, which always cut deeper than the truth. This was the raw truth of the woman he loved. She needed him to punish her so she did not torment herself. She needed him to make it right again. The thought of losing another woman to cancer was enough to unman him completely. How frightened she must be having watched Kay’s battle. He straightened his shoulders, willed himself to find the strength to fix what he could, and stepped into the room to battle Sylvia’s demons with her.


Hang in there friends - there is one more chapter.  Annie I think you've captured us all. I know I'll happily read anything you write.  

I think we all have a story in us.  I know many of our writers over the years were convinced that they couldn't possible write - they were wrong.  If you're willing to give it a try, please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Cassie Contest

I want to invite all of you to come by the Reading Room today, tomorrow and Friday. I’m putting up a three part Cassie story and having a contest too. I’m giving away a free Cassie book each of these three days. To enter just leave a comment over there.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Meet my newest child … I mean book

I’ve heard other authors compare writing a book to having a baby and I have to agree with them. Cassie actually makes the writing part fairly easy for me. Quite frankly, she does all the writing, I just type. But after sharing her stories with me she’s off somewhere with Tom or Sue or Allie leaving me the worries of sending it off, waiting to hear if they want to publish it, editing, worrying about titles and cover art and promoting. Here it’s really like a child again. By the time it’s ready to publish, you love this work, your creation, it’s like a child. You just pray others will like your little one because everyone wants their child well loved. The release date is September the third.

So without further ado, here’s my new baby…

Here’s the blurb:

Cassie and Tom are happily settling into River living. Cassie is sure this peaceful setting is enough to keep her out of trouble, but with Sue living there too, staying out of trouble proves just too difficult.
Cassie is further concerned about what relationship advice Tom may be giving Ryan. Overheard conversations and statements from Ryan has her worried that Tom may have shared ideas of adult spanking in his advice to Ryan. But when it seems Allie knows too, Cassie realizes she is going to have to try to explain things more fully. Can Cassie explain their way of life to eighteen-year-old Allie?

Although I'll always tell you here when a new book is coming out, I don’t want New Beginning to be too much about books and writing – that’s why I have the other blog, PK Corey’s Reading Room. I put up snippets of the books every Saturday - feel free to pop over there and read the snippet for this week - and I'm planning to run a short contest over there the week before the book comes out. I want to give away as few books and I’ll be drawing the winners from those who comment over there.

I'm also thinking of asking a favor from my readers here, but I’m going to wait until closer to the release date. I hope you’ll read Cassie’s River Living and I really hope you’ll like it.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 5

This has been my first week at school and it's gone well. I'm tired, not used to the schedule just yet, but it won't take me long. Nick is going golfing this weekend and I plan to write, write, write! I'll be posting about Cassie's new book Sunday. Now on to Fantasy Friday.

This was to be the last chapter in the story, but I'm happy to say that there are two more to come.  Who know's I may end up pestering Annie for even more in the future.  You can find part one, twothree and four here.I do like this couple a lot!  For now let's sit back, relax and enjoy...

Another Chance
Chapter 5

Sylvia woke to Bill rubbing gentle circles over her back. Stretching like a cat she leaned into him, then pouted when she remembered their argument.

“Don’t think you can play nice after you were so mean to me.” She huffed.

“I am not playing games with you, missy. I thought we could talk this over but you want to pout you can just go get the paddle and we’ll get started.”

“Not the paddle. That is not fair. I am already so sore, please, just use your hand.”

“ Let me review. You lied to me, you rifled through my things, you made assumptions without even asking me how I feel, you hit me with something in a fit of anger, and oh, yeah, you lied to me. What happens when you do any one of those things?”

“I get punished.” She whispered.

“And that is exactly what will happen today. Go into the den, and wait for me.”

Sylvia’s stomach clenched when she saw what was waiting for her. Neatly laid out on the coffee table was the wooden paddle, Bill’s old belt, a wooden spoon with a flat handle, a bottle of lotion and one of lube, and that damned butt plug in the middle like some perverted centerpiece. He must be furious if he planned to use all of that and her butt was already hot and sore from the spanking on the porch. She perched on the edge of the ottoman, staring at the belt, the one he used when he caught her lying. Why did it always seem so clear when she was doing it and so wrong when it came time to pay? It killed her to disappoint him, and this was a doozy. If she hadn’t been so embarrassed none of this would ever have happened.

Bill stood in the shadow, watching the emotion play across his wife’s lovely face, silent tears trailing down her cheeks. The thought of losing her cut through him, but worse was knowing he had let her down. This was no time to be gentle; he said she would be punished and he had to follow through. Rubbing at the lump on his forehead he gathered his resolve and walked into the room. He scooped her onto his lap and settled onto the ottoman, holding her tightly and whispering how much he loved her in her ear. Then the questions started.

“Why are you here?”

“I didn’t listen.” She murmured.

“NO, and you know it. You are going to get everything you’ve got coming to you, but first, I want to know why my special day was ruined. I want to know why you were digging in my suitcase. I want to know why you are so upset over a silly sex toy. And, most of all, I want to know why you are still lying about it.”

“Just punish me and get it over with.”

“Oh, no, little girl, you have a long way to go before we get to the punishment. First you are going to answer every one of my questions.”

“Okay, fine, I went into your stupid suitcase because I wanted to get the paddle out and ask you to use it, just a little, not like when I’m in trouble, but more fun.” She peeked up through her lashes at his stern face, hoping he would understand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to violate your privacy.”

“Of course not, there isn’t anything I own you can’t open, except maybe the week before your birthday. But why the hissy fit. I just don’t get it.”

“As soon as I saw that, that thing,”

“You mean the butt plug?”

“Yes, that, then I knew you had been, well sneaking around and spying on me, and that just made me so mad I couldn’t think.”

“And it never occurred to you to maybe ask me, instead of screaming and throwing things?”

“No. You had no right to go into my private things.”

“Are you afraid of that particular toy?”

“I just don’t think there is any reason, oooph, what are you doing?”

Bill swept his arm under her knees and tipped her back until she rested on the ottoman beside him, her legs tucked under his left arm, her bottom stretched and vulnerable.

“I think we might make more progress if I can encourage you to just answer the question I ask, not tell me what you think.”

He peppered her bottom with sharp swats, especially the creamy white stripe in the middle, tender skin that was hidden in any other position. Then he picked up the wooden spoon and laid into her sit spots, working up and down the tender crease had her howling in just a few stokes.

“Now that I have your attention, are you afraid of anal play?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, oh, no stop that’s not fair.”

Bill worked another circuit with the spoon, this was a great position, and it had her full attention with very little effort. He would remember this the next time she earned a punishment. This time when he laid the spoon down he lightly stroked his fingers across the hot tight skin. He applied a drop of lube to her crease and slowly rubbed it up and down, circling closer and closer to her puckered anus. No squawking now, he noticed, if fact, despite a boiling hot bottom she was panting and dripping wet.

“Now tell me what the big deal is when you so clearly love having your ass touched.” He said as he slid a finger deep inside.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No problem.” And he withdrew his finger and picked up the spoon. Ignoring her shrieks he placed sharp smacks up and down her crease, until the colors ran together into a dark angry red.

Finally she broke. With big sobbing gulps she told him that she and Kay had discussed anal sex and Kay told her that he was disgusted by it. It had been a regular part of life with Ray and she enjoyed it, but the only way he would know that is if he read her diary.

“I did NOT read your damn diary. I didn’t even know you had one. What I did do is go online looking for information about how to better meet your needs since you won’t talk honestly with me. Imagine my surprise. I typed in butt and before I get any further up pops butt fucking. Seems you spend a great deal of time cruising anal porn, no do not interrupt me. So, you have ruined what I hoped would be a nice surprise for both of us simply by refusing to talk to me about how you feel and what you think and what you like.”

Bill tossed the spoon and went back to using his hand, spanking more lightly but enough to make an impact on such tender skin.

“You are going to get every lick you got coming to you before this weekend is over. You’ll be remembering this punishment for a long time, and I hope when you are tempted to lie you will decide it is just too risky. But right now, I am going to talk to you about my hopes and my feelings.”

He cuddled her onto his lap, holding her close, feeling her tears soak his shirt front.

“I have always been interested in anal sex, Kay is the one who thought it was dirty. I’ve only had sex with two women in my life, when I saw what you were looking at, and I admit I was embarrassed by some of those sites, well I thought this was something we could explore. If you were uncomfortable, or only liked the idea not the real thing, that would be fine. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you certainly achieved that.” Sylvia sniped.

“Enough. I am tired; it has been a long day. I want to put off your punishment, put off our discussion and make love to my wife. In fact, I plan to shove ‘that thing’ right inside your tight little ass and tease you until you beg me to take it out and use my dick instead. Then WE will decide if WE like it.”

Two days later they drove home, tired and happy. Sylvia had never had a worse punishment, a better weekend, or a sorer ass. Bill was planning a gym membership; he could use a little more stamina.

But they agreed, it was what THEY wanted.


Annie you've done it again! I love older couples as a rule and I love this one in particular. I guess you're never to old to explore a new kink! 

As much as I am enjoying this story - all stories must come to an end sometime.  I have not been getting  new Fantasy Friday stories.  I have had a couple, but I really need more.  Please consider it.  Just one story, just try, I know you can do it.  Please send any story you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I'd forgotten

Acckkk! I remember the worse thing about starting back to school! I feel so disconnected. I know it won’t be but a week or so, but I have no time to read blogs, books, little time to email and no time to write. Seriously, blogging is critical to my well being, I need it.  I’ll get through this week and next and things will settle down to normal – but I miss you all!

And the good/bad thing of all this – now that I have no time to write, I’m getting ton of ideas for stories. Oh well, I’ll just keep jotting down notes and eventually I’ll have time again. See you when the dust settles.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

A New Toy!

Yes I have a new toy and it is opening up whole new worlds for me. I’m able to do things I haven’t been able to do in years! It’s so small, so sleek, and when I insert it, sometimes I hear music!

Sigh… who am I trying to kid? I don’t think that there is any way to make this exciting, but I thought I’d try. I’m just trying to convince myself that this doesn’t make me a little old lady. Scroll down for a a picture of my new toy…

Please tell me that the purple color of the hearing aid means I’m still young and cool. All kidding aside I really love the thing. I haven’t been able to hear out of my left ear in forever. This little thing make so much difference. I can hear people standing or sitting to my left! I can hear Nick in the car when he’s driving. I’ve had too many family members wait too long before they get help. My mom was nearly eighty and by then she just couldn’t seem to adjust to it. Not me, I don’t want to miss anything.

Therefore this hot, young, sexy teacher is going to start the year with my new bionic ear – heaven help those kids who whisper!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 4

Happy Friday everyone. I do love my weekends, but this is the last Friday of summer freedom for me. I think I'll just take a deep breath and plunge in. I do want to thank everyone who commented on my last post. I really do appreciate every comment and I am doing plenty of thinking. And yes - I will eventually act as well as just think.

Meanwhile  I'm happy to be able to bring you part 4 of Annie story.  I really love this couple. I love older couples in general and I like Bill's style.  At least in story form, LOL!

You can find parts onetwo, and three here if you need to catch up.  Please enjoy...

Another Chance, chapter 4:

 Erasing Doubt

The drive to the cabin was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. Their whole world had changed in just six short weeks, though it had not come easily.

Bill stood by his decision, hauling his sometimes willing, often screaming wife over his knee every single day. Despite her sarcasm and complaints the benefit was apparent. She might howl like a scalded cat but their lives were running smoothly and there had only been one punishment needed in the entire month and a half, and it a fairly minor one. It would be easier to drop the maintenance down to a couple times a week, but, not if it was at the cost of the peace he was coming home to now.

Sylvia sat, wrapped in her thoughts and oblivious to the scenery. Today was the big day and she was scared. What if Bill was tired of her, tired of making time that was all hers every day? How could she give this up? She spent her whole life making sure everyone within earshot knew she was a strong, capable woman. How could losing all control be so perfect? What kind of nutcase wanted this? These “maintenance” sessions had sounded so silly when Bill demanded they try it, but this was no play. Her butt was sore every day, all day, and just when it started to wear off it was time to meet him for another round. Every day he scalded her bottom with his hard callused hand until she was through fighting and hung limp over his lap. Then he rubbed lotion over the tender skin until she was composed. After, well, then she usually attacked him. Who knew old farts could do it every day.

Bill carried the luggage in and sent his wife to put together a simple meal they could share on the porch.  The air was cool but there was plenty of bright sunshine highlighting the fall colors on the trees across the lake. They enjoyed the crisp fall day, chatting about the grandkids. Bill could see how worried she was and decided to get the ball rolling.

“Go inside, undress, and meet me in front of the fire.”

Startled, Sylvia started to protest, but he cut her off.

“I said go, do it before you earn extras.”

She flew into the house, extras were usually with his belt, or that damned paddle of Ray’s he asked for a few weeks ago. Grumbling about it every step she scuttled into the house, unbuttoning as she went. Bill chuckled at the way she walked that razor edge between obedience and insolence, the last weeks had changed them both. He cleared lunch dishes and was about to carry them to the kitchen when the cabin door flew open and his wife, buck naked, came screaming through it. Bill was so flabbergasted he could only stare, with a dazed grin. She was hopping up and down, screeching, while her nipples puckered in the cool air and her breasts bounced with every jump. He burst out laughing, intending to tell her she looked like a teenager when she threw something and hit him in the forehead. The dishes landed with a crash, glass shards flying, one imbedding itself in her foot as she continued the tirade.

Bill stepped over the glass as best he could, threw her over his shoulder, still screaming, carried her to the closest chair, tossed her over his knee and whaled into her. At first the screaming got louder, she perceived herself as the injured party, though he had no clue what he had done. He just spanked until she stopped. It took a while. They were lucky it was off season. That kind of noise would bring the lake patrol if anyone heard.

He sat there, naked wife across his lap, both breathing hard, confused and disappointed. Figures, just when he was congratulating himself on finding the key to harmony all hell breaks loose. Then he noticed the blood dripping off of her heel. With a sigh, he threw her back over his shoulder and carried her inside. Toeing his shoes off to keep from tracking the glass in, he plopped his now shivering, sobbing wife on the kitchen counter.

Twenty minutes later, not a word spoken between them, he had the splinter removed, her foot bandaged, the glass swept up and a warm robe around her shoulders. Taking a bag of frozen peas for the lump on his forehead he joined Sylvia on the couch.

“I think I deserve an explanation and an apology.”

Sylvia sniffed, and turned away.

“Oh no, you do not get to play these games with me. I have no idea what set you off, what you threw at me, or why. You better start explaining or you are going to regret this deeply.”

“You think you get to decide everything now. I don’t even get asked, you just do whatever you want. How would you like it if I went through your private things? Oh, there’d be trouble then, but you get to just treat me like dirt, like I don’t count or matter at all , I ”


Bill tossed her across his knee again and started all over.

“I have NOT been in your private things, whatever that might be. I deserve an explanation and I will keep this up until I get one.”

With that he blistered her bottom and down her thighs until she sobbed and pleaded for him to let her explain.

“This is your last chance, tell me what happened calmly or I’ll take my belt to you.”

Sylvia climbed onto his lap and sobbed her story out with her face buried on his shoulder. After hearing it, Bill held her, letting her cry herself out.

“I want to be certain I understand. You went into MY suitcase, found something you didn’t like, carried it out to the porch, screamed so loud I broke the dishes then threw it at me. Is that about right?”

“You always make it sound like I am at fault. You had no business reading my private diary, I know how you feel about those kinds of things and I at least deserve to have my privacy.” she huffed, starting to get her temper up again.

“Okay, I did NOT read your diary. I didn’t even know you had one. I still don’t see what that has to do with you rifling MY luggage and throwing things at me.”

“Not ‘things’, you ass, that big fat butt plug you thought you would sneak in without me knowing. I hope that bump hurts, you deserve a headache for thinking you could fool me. I know how you feel.” Arms crossed, glaring through tear swollen eyes, she looked ready to start jumping around naked all over again.

“Are you telling me this is about a sex toy?”

“NO. Not a sex toy, a butt plug that you had no business buying.”

“So, you are saying that the idea of using anal toys is upsetting to you?”

“YES, you idiot, that is what I am saying. Besides the damned thing flew off of your head and into the bushes. It’s ruined now.”

Bill rubbed his aching head, not sure where to even start. Finally, he decided it was best postponed.

“I am too upset with you to deal with this right now. Go crawl into bed and rest, I want to grab a shower and think about what punishment you have earned for this.”

“Punishment? You have been beating me since we got here.”

“I said go to bed. You are in more trouble than you know.”


This was a good one! And yes, there is another great chapter coming next week. So many thanks to this great writer!! 

Come back for more next week. And I love hearing from new writers. Share a story with us if you will. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

IF I decide to do anything

*Whiney, defeatist post ahead - feel free to skip if you're not in the mood.

Going along with my new plan not to bother Nick, because he’s content and why rock the boat, I haven’t discussed my last doctor’s visit with him. Don’t worry, there is nothing wrong with me that hasn’t been wrong for a long time. It’s just that my numbers have crossed over from the ‘slightly worrisome’ column, to the ‘a bit more worrisome’ column. It’s nothing that shedding fifty to sixty pounds wouldn’t cure.

 I did discuss it with my sister. I told her I wasn’t going to worry about it until after the reunion and then I’d decide if I was going to do anything about it. Her response was, “IF, what’d mean if? You have to do something.” But apparently not.  I didn’t find out I was over weight at my last doctor’s visit. In fact I’ve been well aware of it for a good twenty-five years. So if I’ve known for a quarter of a century and haven’t done anything, I don’t have to do anything now.

I could make a plan – I am excellent at making a plan. I can schedule a variety of exercises, plan healthy meal and nutritious snacks, I could plan on writing down everything I eat, I could plan on going to bed earlier and getting more sleep. I could make a plan that would impress the hell out of you. But as you probably expect, while I great at making the plan I positively suck at sticking to it.

Right now I won’t go back to the gym – picture me with my arms wrapped around our heaviest piece of furniture screaming, “I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!” I hate it, I despise it and I won’t do it! Not even if Nick threatened, promised or actually spanked the hell out of me. Any question?

Now discounting the gym, would knowing Nick would give me a true, sound spanking for not making some effort to improve my health make a difference?  If he looked over the plan I could make and insist, with those consequence I dream of hanging over me, that I follow through on some or all of them, entice me and excite me enough to try? I guess we’ll never know.  As I’ve seen on fb lately: 

Not his circus, not his monkey. 

It’s my problem, not his and I don’t know if I’m going to do anything or not.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The good, the bad and the ugly

I’m back to school soon. I thought it was time to get my thoughts together and see what I’m gaining and losing. Here goes.

The Good

  • 1.     I really like a lot of my colleagues and it will be good to see them again.
    2.     I enjoy the children.
    3.     The other teachers in my grade level seem to respect me and my opinions.
    4.     I’m one of the few who have been there long enough to speak the truth in teacher’s meetings – that’s fun.
    5.     I’ll be back to a schedule, and while I’m not crazy about that, it has its good points.
    6.     The sooner we start the sooner we’ll be done.

    The Bad

    1.     I have to get up to the alarm clock.
    2.     I have to wear shoes.
    3.     I have to wear long pants.
    4.     I have to wear a bra!
    5.     I can’t take naps at will.
    6.     The administration and I don’t get along.
    7.     I have to do so much stupid stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with teaching the children.
    8.     I don’t have time to write, and I do love to write.

    The Ugly

    1.     My married boss had an affair with the wife of his best friend who used to teach at our school. He will be ‘discussing the rumors’ with us at an upcoming meeting.
    2.     This is the man who told me I was wrong to tell my students my son is gay.
    3.     I didn’t respect him before, guess how I feel now?

    Some good, some bad, I think for me the worse it having to wear a bra and shoes.