Fantasy Friday - A True Story

We've almost made it to 2017 folks! This year will defiantly be different for me and I'm excited to find out what is to come. This is the story I used last New Year but I think it's worth repeating.

I love every Fantasy Friday I’ve ever had the privilege of posting.  But this one, this one is very special to me.  For one thing it came from my friend Annie, who you all know is a fantastic writer.  It’s not your normal Fantasy Friday, but I have a feeling that so very many of us will relate.  This story is Annie, it’s me, and I have a feeling that it is so very many of us.  And if it’s not us then it truly is our fantasy.

Everyone please enjoy…

A TRUE STORY

We all love those great stories where a bratty woman is tamed by her large, naturally dominant man. It is spanking fantasy at it's best. It also bears no resemblance to my life, or those of my friends who are "like" me. There are any number of men who have been convinced to do this by women like me. I have yet to hear of, much less meet, a converted vanilla spankee. So, without the normal pouting, eye batting, you can't do this to me fanfare here is a quick peek into my life. My real life.

After three days out of town I was happy to get home. Back to my pillow, my bed, my shower, my husband. Being middle aged makes me more appreciative of the routine, the comfort of my things, the luxury of living in a reasonably affluent, middle class, childfree American home. My days of spur of the moment trips, sleeping on floors and all night drives are over. Even flying takes it's toll on me now. I have reached that stage I used to snidely term "rigid" when it was my mother's turn. So, just back from visiting the grandbaby, feeling old and tired and, dammit, grandmotherly, I was not in the best of moods.

Most of you are middle aged, too, so you know what I mean when I say your children do not see you as a sexual being. Just because things are starting to sag does not mean we are beyond chasing each other naked through the house. Hell, we are both getting saggy, no reason to hide it. There is something about visiting my family, the veneer of respectability. The fact that we are still having a wildly erotic sex life never occurs to them. That tends to make me even grumpier.

I finally get my luggage, struggle to the drive up area, and there he is. He has driven the old car so I can smoke, has a dozen yellow roses in his hand, and my favorite chocolates on the dash. I know all of these, except maybe the flowers, are bad for me, and I do not care. He kisses me passionately, whisks me off to a quiet dinner in a restaurant that serves alcohol, listens to my baby tales over cocktails, and gives me the update on his week while we eat. My outlook has improved dramatically by the time the meal is over.

He carries my suitcase in, suggests I leave the unpacking for later and go grab a nice hot shower to unwind. Seems like excellent advice. My own shower, set the way I like it, my shower massage, my water filter, my water bill. After long minutes standing under the spray, easing the kinks out of my neck, I feel a sudden draft. He decided he missed me too much to wait any longer. How sweet. He washes my back, then, with noticeably more enthusiasm, washes my front.

This is all very nice, and I have missed him as well, but then he surprises me. While I am rinsing off he lands a good one on my wet ass with a plastic pancake turner he has snuck into the shower. Sliding an arm around my waist he peppers me with sharp cracks, all the while telling me that I am not ever to go off and leave him again. This thing is plastic but it packs a pretty good wallop, and the sting lingers on wet skin. What a rush. I know he has missed me, and he wants to get lucky every bit as much as I do, but this is all for me. He will try anything I can think of, but spanking is an acquired habit for him. He gets off on my reaction, but is not a natural spanko. For him to work so hard to please me is always a thrill, but this is above and beyond the call of duty.

When he finally releases me I am ready to be ravished, right there in the shower. Not the best of places for a woman my age, but this was urgent. He turned me down! Said I was going much too fast and he wasn't going to give me what I wanted until he was certain I had received all of the punishment I deserved. I almost came right then and there.

He turned the rest of the evening into a total production. It was fabulous and sexy. Just the right balance between pain and pleasure. And it was all for me. I loved every minute of it. I adore him for thinking of it. I swear I will remember this when he leaves his socks under the bed, the milk on the counter and the toilet seat up.

I do not know if we improve with age, take more time, are more considerate, or if he and I are just lucky, but it keeps getting better with each passing year. I do know that part of it is his willingness to grow, change, try new things, play new games. I am a very lucky woman.

So, no pouting, no pretending I don't like it, just an ordinary day in an ordinary life with an exceptional man.

~o0o~

Whether you leave a comment or not, I know this will make many of us think. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

I hope everyone had a great New Year’s celebration. I think a good resolution for everyone reading here is to try to write one fantasy story this year. Even if you have no intentions of sharing it with anyone, write it for yourself. And if you should want to share with us send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Waiting -UPDATE

There was a slight mix up at Blushing Books - December 27 was the original release date, but it was entered incorrectly on their calendar. Not too much longer, hopefully by January 6. I'll be sure to let you know.

I very much feel like I’m waiting. I’m waiting for Christmas, LJ and Colin will be here soon and we’ll celebrate Christmas on January 6^th this year.

Still waiting!

I’m waiting to hear about Mollie’s day. She and a friend took the bus to Washington, DC and in a few days they’ll head on to New York City for more sight seeing and to spend a couple of nights with the boys before she flies home on Saturday.

I’m waiting to see what retirement is really going to be like.

And finally I’m waiting on my new book to come out it was supposed to be yesterday, but I’ve learned that it is usually the next day. So here’s hoping it’s sometime today. If it’s out early this morning I’ll come back and up date this – and change the title.

Fantasy Friday - Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas Eve, Eve - I do love Christmas. I love that Mollie is still excited even if she is grown. I'm glad I'll see my boys early in January, that keep our Christmas going a little longer than most. The house looks pretty and I'm even cooking some. Okay, actually I'm acting as Mollie's sous chef, but that counts doesn't it?

Since I have to run re-runs (because I'm getting NO new stories), I thought we might like some with a Christmas theme. This story came from my friend, Mary. I haven’t heard from her in a while, but I remember she was a big fan of spanking stories with four young children. I’m guessing she stays pretty busy, but maybe if she sees this she’ll think of writing again.  I hope you enjoy…

Christmas Eve

It was a week before Christmas. Renee was just about finished with her shopping, but decided to take a quick stroll through the mall just to see if anything caught her eye. It was Saturday afternoon and the kids were spending the day with their grandparents while Bill was out of town for another week. Renee was in no hurry and was enjoying the time to herself.

Before she even realized it, she found herself browsing the racks in Victoria’s Secret. She certainly didn’t need any more lingerie, but somehow, that’s where she usually drifted when she was just window shopping. The sale signs had lured her into the store but she really had no intention of buying anything. There certainly was nobody on her shopping list that she would consider buying lingerie for. At the panties table she quickly spotted three pairs of panties that she thought were just adorable.

Of course, they were on sale for 5 for $25, so instead of just getting three, she quickly found two more pair to get the “sale” price. She had a drawer full of panties at home, but she just couldn’t resist the cute Christmas designs and had a sneaking suspicion that Bill would like them just as much, whether they were on or off. Next, she saw a rack with silky camisoles and matching shorts (very short shorts at that). Renee immediately imagined herself surprising Bill Christmas Eve by wearing the sexy, red lingerie while they were up late finishing up the gifts under the tree. Of course, the set was $60, and not on sale, but she quickly justified the expense and made her purchases and then continued walking the mall and window shopping before calling it a day and heading home.

The next week passed quickly with last minute preparations for Christmas parties, a doctor’s appt, grocery shopping, a trip to the library with the kids, and picking up some last minute Christmas presents that Renee had forgotten about until Bill reminded her over the phone one night.

Finally, it was Christmas Eve and Bill was expected home from his long business trip. Renee prepared for his homecoming by enjoying a nice, hot shower, carefully shaving her legs and then applying make-up and fixing her hair to please her husband whom she had not seen in over 2 weeks. The afternoon was filled with excitement as the kids rushed up the sidewalk to meet their daddy coming home. Bill met Renee on the front porch and embraced her with a long, romantic kiss. He commented on how beautiful she looked and then they got everyone inside and somewhat settled down. Renee began unpacking Bill’s bags to get started on the laundry that she knew awaited her, and Bill pulled out small souvenirs from his trip for each of the kids before sorting through a pile of unopened mail on the table.

“Where’s my gift?” Renee asked teasingly as she reached up and nibbled on Bill’s earlobe.

“You’ll get yours later, young lady….” he replied with a grin and playful swat to her backside.

There was excited chatter all during dinner about Bill’s trip, the kids’ activities over the past 2 weeks, etc. Finally, by 8 o’clock, the kids were in bed, the dishwasher had been started and Renee collapsed onto the couch into Bill’s lap. She knew that there was still work to be done, filling up stockings and getting ready for the next morning, but she just wanted to relax in her husband’s strong, comforting arms for a few minutes. After a brief break, Bill announced that he had a surprise for his wife. Renee suddenly remembered the new lingerie that she had kept hidden in her closet for the past week.

“Oh! I have a surprise for you too!” Renee announced excitedly and jumped off of his lap. “I’ll be right back.”

In Renee’s absence, Bill went out to his car and returned with a small box, wrapped in red paper with a white bow. Meanwhile, Renee quickly changed out of her jeans and slipped into the camisole and shorts. She was a little chilly, as was evidenced by the condition of her breasts, but she quickly returned to the living room, knowing that Bill could warm her up. She grinned as his eyes widened and she returned to her previous position, this time facing him, with her bare legs spread across his lap. Bill, trying to conceal his grin, hugged her tightly and rubbed up and down her shoulders, back and backside. After a moment of gentle caressing, he said, “Now, you need to open your gift from me” as he placed the small box in front of her. Filled with the excitement of a little girl on Christmas morning, Renee quickly opened the box, and after separating the layers of tissue paper, she discovered a sexy little red camisole with matching shorts, identical to the set that she was wearing. Renee burst out laughing and Bill joined her in laughter.

“Oh, honey, I can’t believe you bought me the exact same lingerie!! You’ve never bought me lingerie before!” Renee giggled.

A little more serious tone to his voice, Bill responded, “Well, well, well, it looks as though somebody has been a little naughty and gone shopping for herself without permission when she should have been buying the Christmas presents that I had to remind her about last week.” It was true. Renee almost always discussed her purchases with Bill, especially frivolous and unnecessary purchases such as this. It was not a demand that he placed on her, just a courteous act on her part to maintain good communication and keep the checking account under control.

Renee blushed at this suggestion and started to defend herself, “but…I just wanted….I didn’t think I had to…..”

William cut her off by placing his finger on her lips and whispering “sssshh.”

“And what happens to naughty little girls on Christmas Eve?” Bill continued as he tapped her bottom.

A little shocked, Renee stammered, “I….I don’t know….”

“Then let me educate you” he answered as he quickly and easily lifted Renee and flipped her over his knee. He gently caressed the silky red fabric that barely covered his wife’s bottom, noticing the lower curve of her bottom that peeked out from the short shorts and chuckling at the thought of turning her cheeks the same color red as her lingerie.

“This is what happens to naughty (SMACK) little (SMACK) girls (SMACK) on Christmas (SMACK) Eve (SMACK)!!”

“Owwww! That hurts!” Renee exclaimed, suddenly realizing that her husband had become very comfortable guiding her across his knee for a sound spanking. In fact, she had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed it even more than she did.

“It’s a spanking, sweetheart. (SMACK) It’s supposed to hurt! (SMACK) And you asked for it! (SMACK)”

“I did no such thing! (SMACK) Ow! I only wanted to surprise you! (SMACK)”

“Oh, you did surprise me, AND you asked for your spanking! (SMACK SMACK SMACK) I specifically recall you asking me to take charge over you and take you across my knee as I saw fit, whether you were naughty or not. (SMACK SMACK SMACK) And you were definitely VERY naughty while I was away! (SMACK SMACK SMACK)” He shifted his position just a bit in order to accommodate the bulge in his pants.

“Hmmppff!” Renee had no comeback. It was true that she had specifically asked to be spanked regularly and had secretly been wishing that Bill would be more firm and spontaneously take the initiative to spank her more often. However, reality was now sinking in quickly and painfully!

The spanking continued as Bill sometimes spanked in one particular spot several times in a row or alternated all across and up and down both sides of her bottom.

He finally stopped spanking and rested his hand on Renee’s very warm bottom. Renee breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her body across Bill’s lap and he began rubbing the soreness from her bottom.

“Ahh, that feels much better.”

“But you liked the spanking too, right?” Bill asked with a grin.

“Well…..yes, but…” SMACK “Ow!! Not fair!”

“No “buts” young lady! You just admitted that you liked it.”

Man, was he being dominant tonight! And she absolutely loved it!

Bill let Renee turn over and then sit up on his lap. He continued to rub her backside and she returned the favor by nibbling and kissing all over his chest, neck, arms and face. Soon, Renee found herself being lifted from the couch and carried to the bedroom. Indeed, the spanking had been a great start to an even more exciting evening. Once their two naked bodies were relaxed once again, lying next to each other, Renee asked Bill to retrieve a pair of panties for her to wear for the remainder of the evening, as they still had to finish preparing the Christmas stockings. After he opened the drawer and pulled out a cute pair of red panties with a candy cane print scattered across them, he grinned an evil grin and said, “Looks like I just discovered some more naughty behavior, missy…..” Renee opened her mouth to protest, surprised that he even noticed the new panties, but then shut it, realizing that no explanation was going to get her out of this one. In an instant, Bill was sitting on the side of the bed with Renee draped across his lap once again.

“And just exactly what else did you buy on your little shopping excursion, young lady?” the questioning began.

“Just a few pairs of panties….”

“How many is a few?” Bill demanded.

“Only…..five” Renee answered quietly.

“ONLY five???”

“Yes! I promise!”

“Very well then….”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

The hard spanks landed across Renee’s already sore and blushing bottom. She thought the 5 spanks were sufficient for the 5 pairs of panties she had purchased, but Bill did not let her up and continued his questioning.

“And how much did these five pairs of panties cost, my dear?”

“Ummmm…..about $20….I think” Renee answered, trying to skirt the truth just a little in an effort to protect her burning backside.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“I suggest you stop thinking about it and come out with the truth young lady!”

“Ok, ok….they were on sale, 5 pair for $25!”

“I see….and did you need 5 more pair of panties?”

“Well, no….but I really liked 3 of them, so I decided to get all 5 because of the sale.”

“However, if you had just bought 3 pair, you would have spent less than $25, correct??”

“Well….I guess….” SMACK “Yes! You’re right sweetheart!”

“And, if you had spent less than $25, you would be receiving less than 25 more swats tonight, right??”

Renee suddenly realized where her husband was headed with this line of questioning. She groaned and answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Very well then. I am glad that we agree.”

Bill then proceeded to apply 25 more swats, in groups of 5, across the top and bottom of each side of her backside, finishing with 5 final hard swats just under her bottom on her sit spot. Renee was squirming and wiggling trying to escape the strong clutch of her husband, but he was certainly stronger and in a much better position to show his strength. After the spanking, he finally let her back up.

“So, do you think Victoria’s little secret has anything to do with a sore tush?” Renee asked playfully as she rubbed her bottom.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but I sure do like our little secret….” Bill answered, grinning his evil grin, as he patted his favorite little tush in front of him.

Renee immediately climbed on top of him, pushing him backwards onto the bed, needing to feel him once more. She then proceeded to show him her appreciation for his firm, loving hand. After another round of robust love-making, the two lovebirds decided that they really must finish getting ready for Christmas morning and then get some sleep. Renee pulled out her stash of stocking stuffers and they set to work, filling each stocking carefully. Within just a few minutes they were back in bed, snuggled up against each other, drifting off to sleep for just a few short hours before the children woke up with squeals of excitement.

Imagine Renee’s surprise when she awoke to discover that, not only do naughty little girls get their bottoms spanked on Christmas Eve, but they also receive a wooden spoon in their stocking on Christmas morning…..

~~o0o~~

I hope everyone enjoyed the story and  Mary if you're reading, another big thanks to you.

If anyone finds time for a little creative writing over the holidays and is willing to share with the rest of us you can sent it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Bliss

I had a surprise waking up yesterday morning. I was sleeping peacefully just before eight o’clock. I had woken up enough earlier to know that Nick had gotten up, he’s always an early riser. But I’d gone back to sleep when Nick came back in took one arm and quietly slipped one of our cuff on my wrist – that does wake you up fast. He just told me to ‘shhh…’ before he slipped on the blindfold and the other set of cuff on my ankles secured them to the foot board.

I got a complete massage, then came a good girl with the doggin’ bat, which is one of my favorites. Nick played with a few toys, then he turned me over for a massage on a few other choice spots, before handing me the vibrator to play with. He lay with me and did some kissing. I finally asked what I could do for him and he just said I’d own him one some time but that this had been a little gift for me.

                                                                                                                                  I took a quick shower and after I got dressed and headed to the kitchen walking in just as Nick was finishing up cooking breakfast. Now if this is what retirement is all about I should done it many, many years ago.

Unbelievable!

All I can say about the past few days is unbelievable! I can’t imagine anyone has ever had a finer 60^th birthday. I was greeted by my sweet husband as soon as I got home from school Thursday. I headed to the bedroom to change clothes only to fine six implements laid out in a row on the bed. Mollie was coming for dinner so he wasted no time getting right to a birthday spanking. I’m a bit out of practice and sixty is nothing to sneeze at, but I did appreciate him remembering.

Mollie came later and we ate out, then it was time for presents. I got several nice things from Nick and a bracelet from Mollie and I was perfectly content when Mollie pulled out another box containing THE gift. It seems Mollie has been working on this for several months and many of you had a part in it. It seems that Mollie wanted me to have sixty cards from various friends for my sixtieth birthday. This was to be a complete secret and she began contacting people - and so many responded!

When I opened the box she had prepared there were not sixty, but seventy birthday/retirement cards not to mention some other lovely gifts from friends. Good grief I was stunned I knew that many people much less that they would take the time to respond to Mollie’s request. I felt like I was opening a huge box of love. She had contacted the family, my college roommates from over forty years ago, people from our church, some of my teaching friends, and many very special blogging friends. She did this by going through my phone asking questions about blogger names and real names, just random inquires – or so I thought. She couldn’t have known all the people I’m in contact with here – but damn, she did a great job! Added to all these wonderful people were also letters from from Mollie, LJ, Collin and Nick.

In this magic box were cards from ten states, five countries and three continents. The age range was from nine to ninety-five! I just couldn’t believe it – I still can’t! There is no way to express how much love I felt as I went though that box and read what so many friends wrote. I’m still glowing. Please know I return the love to you all!

This was truly a double gift. The love I felt from all these friends coupled with the realization of all the time, thought and work Mollie put into this. Mollie is on the reserved side and a little shy with people she doesn’t know well. But by doing this for me she had to reach out and contact many people. As we talked about it later she held up two fingers twisted tightly together telling me, “Yep, these days me and the Serial Killer (AKA Sunny) are just like that!” LOL, who would have thought it? I've always know how special Mollie is, but she still amazes me.

Whether you said it on my blog, sent a card for Mollie’s magic box or even thought good greeting for my birthday/retirement all I can say is

Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

I'm still in a fog of holiday, birthday and wrapping up a nice long career. I'm sure reality will crystallize any time now but the fog is a lot of fun. But fog or not, it's time for a Fantasy Friday! When this story was first posted in 2007 I definitely related to it. I hope you'll enjoy...

The Helpful Husband

Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.


So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots. 

Kit

Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that. 

Love you baby,

Joey

Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.

~o~

Now that was hot for sure. The story was by K, again someone I haven't heard from in years, but it's nice to have plenty stories in our archives.  That's great, but I - and I'm sure everyone else - would like to have some new stories. Please, can you help? Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Happy Birthday to me

I want to come back and answer each of my comment - and I will. But I have to say this is the very best birthday I've ever have - from the array of implements that Nick had out to greet me when I got home, to the absolutely amazing gift Mollie gave me. Since so many of you had a hand in that I thank you more than you'll ever know.

I'm happily turning sixty today. I think the idea of ‘getting old’ gets a bad rap.  I don’t mean to say it doesn’t have it challenges.  My knees aren’t what they used to be and there are a few other drawbacks, but all in all I love my age.

I can get senior citizen discounts in so many places these days.

I’m able to say no to things I don’t want to do – things like substitute teaching, certain jobs at the church, and attending Princess House and Tupperware parties.

The house, college, cars – the big things, are paid for.

I can say anything I want to! And if I say it politely, sometimes people even listen.

The children are grown and they are delightful adults. LJ still calls and talks with me every week and Mollie is close enough visit and go out to eat often.

With the empty nest we could choose to do some spanking and have sex whenever we want to – though we haven’t taken advantage to this like we probably should have.

And for me, the best thing about growing older is retirement – which has the duel joy of time to do what I want to do and I can also give up the last shred of worry about anyone finding out about my kink. There is no one who would care, no one to even think of saying 'Shame on you'. If I want, I can talk about my books on Facebook to all my vanilla friends. If ‘found out’ I won’t be thought of as that pervert ‘who writes about sex and adult spanking while she teaches our children.’ Fortunately, being over sixty changes me from ‘pervert’ to colorful! I think I’m definitely going to like this growing older business.