Renovations

How was your Christmas? I think a great New Year’s resolution is for everyone to start bogging and tell us all about your holiday. Unfortunately, that probably won’t happen. But should you want to try I’ll be happy to help you get started.

Many of you have asked if the renovations got finished by Christmas as I was hoping. The answer is a decisive – sorta. No, it’s not finished, not by a long shot. But the feature wall is 99% done and I think it’s beautiful.

I first saw the house we live in about thirty-eight years ago when Nick and I began dating. He had bought it a few years before. When I first saw it, this was the feature wall in the living room. I didn’t like it. I haven’t liked it for thirty-eight years.

There were a few things on the mantle, predominate was a cross-stitching of his college mascot – done and given to him by a former girl-friend. That came down when we married two years later. Over the years we’ve decorated the mantle with many thing, an antique clock for one and then in the past few years there were mostly just family pictures. I began a campaign to redo this wall in some way about thirty years ago. It wasn’t high on Nick’s ‘to do’ list. But over the decades I wore him down and below you can see what it looks like now. Drum roll please…

I’m so pleased with the way it turned out.  I’m not sure what all I’ll put on the shelves. I just wanted something up for now. My Cassie book first – they’re the reason I wanted shelves! But I’ll have plenty of time to play with different looks. So this is nearly finished – you’ll notice one piece of crown molding missing at the top. The stonework was only completed on December 23.  But it will be put up Monday, before the boys get home. 

Still to go will be a new window treatment and hardwood floors. I’ll give you another look then. 

Fantasy Friday revival - Campaign Party, part two

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Campaign Party - part two

Marc smoothed his hands across her waist. Full, heavy breasts rested in bra inserts. Removing them, her tits tumbled over his hands, full and warm. Marc crushed them as hard as he could, flattening them against her body, pulling them hard; then squeezing them until they flowed through his fingers. Grabbing her nipples, Marc pulled hard, stretching them out and then stretching them further. His cock roared. He’d waited a long time to hold these globes and now he had them, slapping, pinching, and pulling; he was in no rush to let them go.

Jaye moaned and swayed as he gripped her tits harder and harder. Screams of pain and passion rose in her throat. “Marc?” she gasped yet he just squeezed her nipples tighter. Twisting them wickedly, he’d then smooth her skin; softly, gently massaging them, caressing them. Bending his head, Marc suckled, gently biting into the side of her breast. Jaye cupped his head, feeding him her abundance. Rumbling, Marc wrapped his hands around hers, cupping her even higher.

“Grab Henry now!” he rumbled between nips, maneuvering her hands to his cock. Finding his zipper Jaye lowered it to free his cock. Passion grabbed Marc through her roaming fingers; he surged as her trembling hands played up and down his cock. Cupping her ass, Marc found he could rub her cunt and suck her tits at the same time. He was a happy man. Raising one hand to her mouth; he smoothed his fingers over her lips; uttering a simple command, “Eat.”

Jaye sucked his fingers into her mouth, licking each one, tonguing his palm, tasting her creamy juice. Horrified at her behavior, she screamed inside, “What are you doing!?!?! Where is your mind?”; as her mouth ceded to his demands.

Turning her from him, Marc pressed his weight into Jaye, lowering her to her knees. Walking over to the window, he’d thought about letting the world watch but changed his mind and closed the drapes. Going to the door, he double locked it and turned on the radio. From the end of the bed, Jaye watched his movement as he stopped besides her, “Do you have any scarves?”

“In the top drawer babe,” Marc removed a selection of her scarves. Taking one, he tied her ankles together. Repositioning her on the corner of the bed he spoke, “hands please.”

Oh Boy, Jaye thought, and here we go. In the warmth of the room goose pimples skimmed her flesh, yet she flushed under intense gaze; her arousal fighting apprehension to dominate her emotions.

Following his order, she felt him tie her wrists, behind her neck, slipping a second scarf between her corset ties, securely anchoring them behind her head. Bending now, Marc reached under the bed to find the leg. Checking back in the drawer, the scarves were too short for what he wanted to do but he found a pair of pantyhose that would do fine, he didn’t want her wearing pantyhose anyway, it was in the rules. Looping them around her lower thighs, he tied them to the bed leg, ensuring that her movement was safely restricted.

Her upturned ass was inviting and he fondled her cheeks, patting them and pinching them at his leisure. Darting his fingers between her legs he flicked her clit, laughing when she jumped. Her pussy so deliciously inviting, Marc could not resist, he bent over kissing first one cheek, then the other, slapping them between rubs and nuzzles, he welcomed her spreading warmth as he felt Jaye gyrating beneath his hands, her colorful restraints preventing much more than deep-seated spasms. Marc knew that trepidation coupled with passion was overwhelming her senses and she pounded towards a climax. A few sharp slaps to her ass slowed that inevitability. There would be none of that until he was ready and he wasn’t ready. First, they had to attend to some serious business.

Marc stood up; stepping back to take off his suit jacket and tie, he tucked Henry back into his trousers. Then, rolling up his sleeves, he knelt behind Jaye, hugging her close from behind. For a moment they lingered, taking an opportunity to simply exist. Then, wrapped in his arms, Jaye looked up and Marc kissed her.

Their tongues wrapped around each other, smooth lips, sucking, touching pulling deeper and deeper. His warm body enveloping hers, Jaye rested, gazing at his face. She knew he intended to whip her. Although he hadn’t said it explicitly yet, it was the cause of their final blow-up; whether she deserved to be punished for her irresponsible behavior. He’d sworn the first time he got his hands on her she would be disciplined, severely for her lack of focus. She swore he wouldn’t, that she didn’t deserve it.  Well, funny how things change when you are finally confronted with the man you love and forced to be accountable.

Finally, Marc spoke, “Woman, you know I’m going to whip your ass. You earned this whipping and many more but you will take this and we will start over with a clean slate, you hear me? You will not cuss and disrespect me. You will be mindful of yourself and take care of my prize. When I tell you to do something it is because I see something in your behavior that needs to change to help you. If I say it will help you be safer and stronger, then I expect you to follow my word young lady, do you understand?”

Jaye nodded, she’d known this day was coming and as she knelt there she mentally prepared herself for the punishment to come. After more than a year of reaching out to each other and almost half a year of fighting, they were going to be on the same page again. Jaye trembled inside, knowing this punishment would be long and harsh, the slate was loaded with charges and they all had to be wiped clean. But as she looked at the man leaning heavily over her, gazing into her eyes; she did not fear him. Jaye surrendered herself to Marc, finally accepting his place in her life and the impending events that would bind them together tonight.

“Woman we may fight, we may battle, but you must respect me. You are being punished for your bad behavior that is all. We will deal with everything else in due time but tonight, this is about cleaning the slate. Do you understand?” Jaye nodded again. She looked so pitiful Marc almost changed his mind, almost. But he didn’t, leaning forward, he kissed her deeply once more, then he stood; unbuckling his belt he looked around the room …. for… something. Finding a leather card carrier he held it to her lips, “Bite on this, it will help.” She smiled before accepting it between her teeth. Pulling a pillow down, he set it under her head. “This will make you a little more comfortable, ok babe?”

Jaye smiled ruefully at his ministrations, considering he was about to take almost two years of pent up frustration out on her upturned rump, at least he was being thoughtful.

Moving to the radio, Marc increased the volume a little more and turned on the air conditioner. The floor had seemed deserted with all the big wigs still downstairs partying – but you couldn’t be too careful. Grabbing a hairbrush from the dresser, Marc added it to his arsenal along with his strap; Jaye would be fully spanked when this was over. Touching her head, he moved his hand lower and began caressing her mounds, her skin was cool to his touch, but not for long.

Resting a hand on her lower back, he started slapping her bum firmly but not heavy, moving back and forth across her butt cheeks. The jiggling, bouncing flesh captured his attention. Marc knew for punishments to be truly effective they must be separated from sex – but once punishment time was over; well all bets were off.

He increased the tempo and the intensity of his slaps. Driving his palm deep in her butt, the jiggling deepened as well. Not pink, her tan flesh immediately went to a dusky rose and started to warm under his hands. Soft pants and startles told him she awakening to the seriousness of the situation. The reality of her spanking was settling in now. Despite herself, she arched and rolled her hips, her full flesh dancing under his hand, heating to his gaze and his palms.

Soft grunts emitted from her pursed lips and she rocked forward on the bed. Securely restrained, he wasn’t worried she would hurt herself and she was freer to release her emotions and accept her punishment as they progressed. Jaye need not focus on maintaining position, only on accepting the pounding that was blazing across her butt.

Jaye’s was hurting but she was still breathing. Marc’s hand felt like a flat bread board, solid and inflexible. Striking her butt over and over, he was relentless in his focus but she was determined not to cry out. Jaye just wanted to accept what Marc delivered like a big girl but that was getting harder and harder. Pain chased across her ass followed by burgeoning heat. Spewing his card carrier from her lips, she pressed her face deeper into the pillow. It did not matter. Her pussy cat mewling; the soft sighs and pants from her lips steadily increased along with the rising intensity of his blows.

Reaching over, Marc picked up the brush, moving the flat cool wood across her simmering cheeks; he started laying heavy, even strokes on her ass. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Jaye squealed and shook her ass to get away from the rain of pain. But like waving a red flag in front of a bull, waving her red ass in front of Marc only made him charge more. He thought about her stubbornness, her irresponsibility, her temper, becoming even ore determined to change her behavior. Marc increased the pressure of his blows, sinking them deeper and deeper into her ass.

“I told you, you did not want to know what would happen if you broke too many rules, if you kept putting yourself at risk. When you endanger yourself, you endanger me and I will not have it. Do you understand me woman?” Marc’s resolve was unwavering.

Jaye yelped and pleaded now, softly, urgently, promising begging. Her pants were even faster as fire raced across her ass under his assault. Please baby, please she begged over and over but still Marc spanked on. At one point even placing his hand at the small of her back, forcing her ass up higher – he rained heat on her tender sit spots, and exposed inner thighs; driving home his determination with each punishing blow.

Jaye lost track of time, all she knew was the relentless pounding into has ass. The slap, slap, slapping sound that delivered a scorching grief to her defenseless ass. Jaye was screeching now and pulling at her restraints but it was useless, she was being punished like never before.

Marc watched under his brush as her bum turned a deep red from ass cleft to mid-thigh and she trembled under his hands. His cock was rock hard, she was before him, on her knees coming to terms with his dominance. Slowly, surely, to the repetitive beat of his hand, the brush, Marc, brought her to acknowledgement and acceptance of her place, their place in each others lives. He’d never let her go. Jaye would know she was his queen, his priceless jewel; but he’d protect her – even from herself.

Finally, setting down the brush, Marc stood and began unbuckling the strap he promised her months before.

Jaye sobbed into the feathered pillow. Hearing the swish as the loops released his belt she knew this trial by fire would continue. It’d go on and on until he decided it was over. Her ass throbbed, pressure wrapping around her thighs – pulsing through her core. She wanted it over, she wanted it to continue. She him to more through her, release her from her guilt. Deliver her to his heart.

Crack, his strap whipped out slamming across her cheeks, drawing a ragged gasp. Her limbs were secure in the scarves resisted flailing. But the strike took her breathe away. Marc reached down to her ass, smoothing across her skin, where he felt the beginning ridges of the welts to come. But Jaye was frozen, suppressing sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks, barely breathing. He squeezed her shoulders, rubbing her neck, “Breathe baby, breathe, you’re okay.” She shuddered, drawing her breath, tears flowing freely into the pillow. “We’re almost done. I want you to remember this and every time you do I want you to remember what I will do to protect what’s mine”

Marc raised his belt again and brought it down again, and again, and again, back and forth, cheek to cheek, her ass quickly deepened to a reddish purple. She rocked back and forth, but her ass was securely presented for his chastisement and chastise he did. “I will not fight with you over every single thing darling’. You have to listen to me, you have to trust me, learn some respect woman!” Marc lectured on and on as he flailed her ass with his strap. He stopped to check her ass. It was dark red, with serious deep purple welts.

Jaye was sobbing so hard her breath tore in her chest. Begging for mercy, her hips rocked back and forth, she sobbed out her pleas to Marc’s ears. “Please baby please, I promise, I'll be good, please baby, please baby, no more, no more, please stop, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise. Please, I promise I will be a good girl.

Smoothing his hands across her blazing ass Marc almost stopped, almost gave in. Looking into her tear-stained beautiful face, He knew he had to finish for her and for them.

“Almost baby, we are almost finished” And again he raised his arm, delivering sting slaps with his belt, 8, 9, 10. On he went for twenty more strikes before finally stopping.

Sinking to his knees behind her again, Marc stretched his hands over her, leaning so his face was near hers but his body weight elevated, avoiding her now throbbing ass. He held this position as she cried. “I love you darling, I love you.” Reaching down, he untied her thighs and ankles. Sliding his hands behind her neck he released her arms and then her wrists, stretching them out as she continued to weep. Plucking her from the floor Marc carried her to the sofa cradling her in his arms. Held on his lap, she sobbed out her regrets, as he rocked and hugged her; promising everything would be alright.

As she calmed, Dana stopped sobbing and just lay wrapped in his securing arms. Marc smoothing her hair finally turned her in his lap so she straddled him, her face on his shoulder, her hands wrapped in his hair. In this position he could rub her blazing ass, using sesame oil to smooth her skin.

“Ummmmm” Jaye started to protest, and struggle away from the stinging oil.

“No baby, be still, let me take care of this”, he whispered, “let me make it feel better” he spoke as she settled down under his hands again. Marc kneaded the oil deep into her cheeks. Her sighs and moans telling him he was effective in his ministrations.

Now, she rested in his arms but there was something else she needed to do. Their rules; negotiated long before this night, required one more step before all was forgiven.

“Jaye? Jaye? Are you ready?” Marc murmured into her hair, “Let’s finish this woman.”

In her mind Jaye had tumbled through this eventuality again and again. Wondering if he remembered, if he would even ask? Wondering if she could bring herself to kneel before a man after such punishing blows and reaffirm the life (warm seed released from his body), liberty (done of her free will and a sign of submission), and the pursuit of happiness (he had sure in the hell better be happy after this) clause.

When they’d negotiated this agreement, it seemed like such a frivolous thing to even consider – she hadn’t really thought much of it; But now? Here she sat, in his warm embrace, ready to go forward with this man – secure in his love and protection.

Pushing with her hips, Jaye slid backwards off Marcs thighs. Sliding to the ground, she kept her still stinging cheeks elevated in the coolness of the room. Thankfully he’d popped her garters earlier, so they weren’t chafing her sore skin. And her corset allowed her to move with ease as she reached for his zipper, releasing his cock.

Mouth damp with tears; Jaye sucked Marc like there was no tomorrow. She was working his smooth head with her lips and tonguing his cap. He felt so good in her mouth; she could do this all day. Running her tongue around the ridge, Jaye slobbered on the back before sucking him in deep. Pushing him out again her tongue, she then sucked him back.

Jaye’s mouth felt so damn good, Marc was gritting his teeth, rocking in and out of her face. Arrrgghhh!! Those soft lips clamped on his cock like a vise. She worked her mouth hard, going up and down his cock and working her neck. All business, Jaye pulled those pretty lips back and forth along his cock. Opening wide so he could piston in and out, in and out; she kept her wet mouth all around his fat cock. Grabbing her head; Marc slid deeper into her throat as Jaye relaxed into his control. He forced himself faster, deeper, and she loved every minute of it, shuddering when he hit the back of her throat. Aaaargh, he slammed home one last time as the first stream jetted from his dick, flowing into her throat. His head dropped back and he stood there. Feeling her lips on his cock he tried to push her away, but Jaye kept suckling his dick on her face, nestling her lips on his balls.

“Now, what to do you say”, breathing heavily, he was looking down at her.

Jaye was ashamed of her behavior but relieved it was all over, stammered, “Marc I’m sorry, I was wrong. Th’, Th’, Thank you for…..” she started to curl and turn away.

“For what darling? Thank me for what” Catching his receding woman, Marc pulled her back to him while gently prodding, “tell me”.

“Disciplining me, thank you for disciplining me, I needed that.” Jaye admitted. She looked luscious sitting there. Beautifully chastened, beautifully submissive…..

Shucks, he was going to nut all over again. Marc looked at her and then almost without thought he picked her up and bounced her in the center of the bed. Her tortured ass strung but she laughed as her legs flew up and Marc dove down and his head suckling her folds before the bed stopped bouncing. Fingering her open cunt, Marc soon had Jaye struggling against an entirely different type of punishment.

“Marc is a bad man, I must remember this,” she thought as he tormented her over and over. Jaye felt him leaning down to suck on her; drinking like he just returned from a long trip to the desert. Lathing up and down her core, she arched to his mouth and away from her sore ass.

She was so hot Marc felt her nerves jumping under his tongue, her pussy lips plumped with arousal, pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled in to work. Sucking, licking, flitting, he pushed while she gyrated under him. Jaye was moaning his name over and over; he thought “Yes baby, you are going to come for Daddy aren’t you? Over and over again till I say stop.”

Marc slid his fingers into her now, one by one. Damn she was tight. Hot, wet and tight just what he wanted. He felt her pussy trying to grab his fingers, clamping down her walls on him. Rolling her hips she grabbed for his fingers with her cunt, fighting to hold them with all she had. He laughed working his hand harder and harder at her cunt. Nibbling, sucking, nipping at her thighs he pushed her to the edge of her control, she was going into meltdown. “Marc, please.”

Smiling he raised his face, “Yes, baby.”

She panted, “Please baby, please, May I cum?”

Flicking at her clit with his tongue, he didn’t answer. Pressing his face back into her it was as if he hadn’t heard he worked her body relentlessly as she shuddered under him. “Marc please!” louder, far more urgent, she cried out, her writhing body struggling against his mouth.
This time he didn’t move his mouth, his reply muffled against her, “Yes, baby”

“Please baby, please, please Marc, May I cum?” She was struggling against her bonds.

His mouth still pressed to her, he flicked his eyes up to her face. He wanted her to cum; he wanted her to lose control all over the bed. Raising his face, he flicked her clit with his thumb while holding her cunt on his fingers, “Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for me, give it to me, NOW!”

She let go, as the first spasm hit, his name came tearing from her throat. “That’s it baby, cum for Daddy, cum on little girl.” Marc manipulated her cunt and watched as she spasmed, over and over again for him.

She wrestled trying to get away from him. “Keep cumming woman. Give it to me, give it to me” He held her thighs, dragging her back to his mouth, lifting her to him. One orgasm, that was not what he had in mind for his little girl, she was about to cum again and again until he said stop.

Please baby, please baby, please baby, it was a chant in Jaye’s mind as she shook her hips to dislodge Marc. It’s too much, it’s too much, but he couldn’t hear inside her head. All he heard were the consistent moans flowing from her lips. “Please, Please, Please.”

Cradling her to his face, Marc felt the pressure build. He watched her fall apart once and he wanted to see it all again, right now. She was going to learn to beg him to make her cum. She would know he held the pleasure and to crave it.

“What baby, what do you want me to do?” he drawled as he flicked her clit.

“Daddy, please, no more, no more” her eyes found his.

“No more what darling” try as he might, he didn’t look sincere.

“Please, no more, no more cum, Baby let me rest, please Marc,” she was panting, trembling.

Woman, whose pussy is this?” if possible, he looked even less sincere than before.

“Yours Marc, yours”

Well then Woman if this is my pussy you know I’m a need to get what I want”

“Yes Daddy, I know” Jaye was dizzy and starting to lose her grip on this conversation.

“Well I wants me some more cum, and he wants it right now, and after he gets it, he may let you rest and he may not, but first things first, He’s wants his cum.” At that Marc lowered his head working her pussy with abandon.

Jaye dropped back, letting the wave’s wash over her again and again. It was his body, his pussy, his cum. He was going to have his way.

Shoving three fingers into her cunt, he shoved a fourth in her ass, rocking her body. Finding his rhythm he fucked her hard while sucking the clit off her body. There we go; he felt her thunder towards another orgasm. Roughing her pussy with his thumb, Marc forced her over the edge, “Give it to me! Give it to me NOW!

Jaye broke, her body arching again and again, the orgasm she didn’t think she had; came erupting from her body, flowing up his arm. Holding her cunt still in his grasp, Marc moved up the bed, he wanted to swallow her cries while she poured out for him. Jaye rocked into him, her tears flowing again.

When Jaye calmed down Marc pulled his hand from her cunt, reaching for her hips, he pulled her to him.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried as her touched her sensitive skin. Her ass was still hot to his touch from her earlier whipping. “Sorry Baby, we need to get you some more oil on that in a little while. She shuddered, and nodded, her face crumpling as she turned it from him.

That’s not good, Marc moved quickly, “Wait a minute baby; let me get a cool towel” Rising from the bed Marc grabbed the ice bucket; it was three-quarters full, plenty for him. Returning to the bed, Marc put out a towel before rolling her up onto her knees. Dipping his hand in the freezing bucket water he dribbled ice water across her inflamed cheeks. Jaye jerked, wiggling her ass. The cool water stinging at first, then cooling her skin. Marc dipped his hand over and over, rubbing her cheeks over and over, tickling her rump, Marc was relaxed, they were having a good time, Jaye protested but she was pouting with a smile.

Marc grabbed a sliver of ice, smoothing the entire piece across her cheeks. Jaye giggled, bouncing since he tickled her. He let it melt, and then started massaging her rosebud with his cold fingers. Marc pressed his fingers against her ass over and over, watching her go from tense, to relax, to welcoming against his fingers. She’d learn how to enjoy this.

Jaye watched Marc grab another cube, feeling him moved it across her ass, she was lulled into a pleasure zone now, and he pressed it in. Marc!!! He was laughing, tapping her ass, soothing her down. He kept rubbing various pieces of ice into her ass until she was chilled from the inside out. Following the ice with his fingers, Marc made her gyrate and buck under his hand. She had to squelch hers squeals. They were going to get put out of this hotel. Jaye tried to pout over her shoulder, but Marc was flicking her clit and playing with her ass and she felt an orgasm rising again. “Marc please,” Her pussy was dripping and her whole body was starting to erotic spasms. She felt decadent and naughty and the maestro was playing her body for all she was worth.

Flipping Jaye on her back, Marc grabbed her legs, tucking them into his left shoulder. Her pussy squeezed tight, that’s what he wanted and soon she’d be screaming again. Jaye tensed, she knew Marc would have to force his cock in her like this and she wasn’t disappointed. He slammed into her, again and again and again, until his balls slapped against her ass. Her eyes were watering, she couldn’t scream. He was in her womb, he was in her lungs, he was in her throat, and she was going to explode.

Marc rode her hard, unblinking he just stared into her eyes. She was super wet as pounded into her, thrusting, diving. Jaye anchored herself to his shoulder with one hand, while suppressing her screams with the other. Jaye stared at him; her eyes saying it was too much, too much. Marc knew better, her drenched cunt super-heated from their efforts. “Let go woman, let go, let your body free to know this passion.”

Snatching her hands, Marc pressed them over her head covering her mouth with his, he created those screams, they were his screams, he took them into his mouth, into his being. Torquing into her again and again, Mark determined that Jaye would have no more questions after today.

Whose woman? Whose pussy? Whose darling girl? Big Daddy Marc’s, questions asked and answered.

Watching Jaye’s eyes, Marc saw her slide toward release. Weighed her down through her legs she bounced back at each thrust, her cervix open a little each time he hit. She was silky wet, not soaking and her blast-off was imminent. Cum for Daddy, darlin’cum for Daddy.

Damn, he knew her too well, Jaye had begged Marc to stop but she didn’t really mean it. Good thing he didn’t, they would have been fighting if he had; ‘What’s wrong with you, don’t listen to me! Her screams of pain were really screams of pleasure. Damn him, too smart for his own good, hers too. Jaye was going to have to come up with some tricks for him, but later for that, right now, he had another driving her towards ecstasy and she didn’t want to miss her flight. Never in her entire life…….aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!

Marc honey drawl soothed across her, “That’s right baby, cum for Daddy, cum for Daddy.” Jaye exploded flowing through him, over him, under him. Cumming for his pleasure.

“That’s right, that’s my baby girl”, he felt her rocketing away, the explosions wracking her body. “Yes, good girl”. He owned that cum, she’d learn, she’d stop fighting him sooner or later and give them on command. She would be a well-loved, well-spanked, well-fucked woman; and all his.

Jaye was back on his mouth, breathing him now, feeling him, thinking him. Damn, Marc was her universe now, he held her, turning her inside out, slamming home his ownership again and again.

As she drifted down from orbit Marc released her hands, but he snatched legs apart, practically standing in her cunt. Jaye hadn’t thought he could go any deeper but apparently she was wrong. He pistoned into her body, muscles clenching in his shoulders and arms, body glistening with effort.

Curiously Jaye thought, most people don’t fuck this hard, good thing we found each other. She smiled at him and bratty nature rose to challenge him, even with her ankles in his hands and his cock in her lungs. The twinkle in her eyes alerted Marc to her mood. Jaye murmured softly, chant to his rhythm, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum,”

Marc heard her, he growled at her but she wouldn’t stop. Damn woman, No! He wasn’t cumming, he was fucking and she needed to just lie there, and not chant. He gave out orgasms around here – she needed to just keep producing them on demand.

Her brown eyes sparkled at him, full of light and love. Marc kissed her, muffling her mouth, but he could still hear her words, bubbling in his mind, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum”.

“Darn it woman! Cut it out!” He wasn’t ready to cum, he was fucking, thank you very much. Marc redoubled his efforts swinging into her body……but “Aw Hell!”

He’d pushed her to the edge again and as her orgasm exploded she pulled him over with her; grabbing his mouth she sucked on him, Shit! He was squeezing her tits and she was gyrating against him, fucking back into him like the stuff of dreams. Her cunt was clenching him, “Aaarrgghh! Marc knew he’d lost and fell into the abyss of passion with her.

Damn Woman! Marc came ferociously; his climax slammed him into her jerking him again and again. She rose up under the force of her own orgasm and he took both of them down to the bed. Ramming her hard as he pulsed out his cum. Marc released her legs, stretched out over her, they rocketed and spasmed together.

Marc was spent, exhausted; Jaye was quivering, wrapped in his arms. Damn woman, little moans and gasps kept seeping from her lips. She was an unrelenting turn-on. Every little thing she did made him want her more. She held him tight, wouldn’t let him pull out. Their bodies were moist from their efforts. He wanted her to sleep but first he wanted to move to get her some water or something, she just wasn’t letting go.

Exhaustion was chasing across her face when he kissed her. “Love you Marc, love you,”

“I know baby, go to sleep”, she smiled at him, her eyes closed now.

“Love you Marc, love you”. He could feel her slipping away, as he pulled her close, her pulsating lessened. Hell he’d get her water when she woke up.“Love you too, darling, now Sleep”

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With writing like this I have to let this author, Pretty dd Girl introduce herself.

Soooooo, intro to me ... hmmmmm, early 40's, divorced, midwest big-city girl, no kids, three fabulous cats, professional, actively dating but pretty much restricting myself to gentlemen who are seeking a DD/HOH type relationship. I want to be a wife again. I miss that in my life and want it again. Yes I date on line, and have met LOTS of interesting people that way. While not all of them are keepers, meeting them, has also helped me learn a lot about myself both what I want from a relationship and what I can give.. I have given myself permission not to feel guilty about the DD thing, the spanking thing, the submission thing and am just getting on with life. Don't look over my shoulder at dreams that have passed, instead I'm focused on my new dreams.

DD Girl I can only say that was some story!! I hope everyone lets you know how much they like it!

Fantasy Friday revival- Campaign Party, Marc and Jaye

I hope you are all still on a holiday high! I know I’m still waiting. Christmas is January 5^ththis year. Many of you have asked it the renovations were done in time for Christmas as I was hoping. Come back Monday and I’ll give you a complete run down – pictures included!

But now it’s time to sneak away for a little Fantasy Friday. This story is from 2008. It’s long and involved and delicious! Hopefully you’re still on vacation time. If not, make time to come back and read it sometime. It’s in two parts and I’ll put the second part up tomorrow along with information about the author.

Now turn on your fan and enjoy...

Campaign Party – Marc and Jaye

The campaign party was in full swing. “These Johnson folks really know how to have a good time” Marc thought as he surveyed the room. Gearing up for the upcoming primary hundreds of Johnson supporters and staff poured into Richmond the final weekend before the primary. This party was a pep rally/ice breaker for out-of-state Johnson faithful; national and local campaign staff along with the, state-wide government execs who had thrown their support to Johnson’s’ campaign. Drinking, dancing and exchanging war stories, this was the last downtime any of them would see before the election.

Raucous laughter drew Marc’s attention back to his colleagues, Jake, Cole and Bobby. Damn, they were having a good time, the life of the party as usual, making everyone laugh over some joke at the expense of the Baker campaign. Joining in, Marc relaxed; everyone was having a good time, why shouldn’t he? That’s when he noticed them, can’t say he noticed her, he couldn’t see her but over Cole’s shoulder he watched as a pair of strappy black heels made their way along the perimeter of the upper ballroom. Elevated by five feet or so, the upper ballroom landing placed those shoes right in his line of site. Of course he couldn’t quite see the wearer as she moved in and out of the crowd along the railing but he sincerely admired her choice of shoes. With heels at least five inches high, it was the height of the shoes that originally caught his attention. “No one wears heels like that in VA, at least not on a regular basis ‘cept maybe the trannys and those feet don’t belong to a tranny.” He watched as she darted in and out sometimes still, sometimes turning around but always moving. He couldn’t see her face but the glimpses he did catch of her revealed an attractively built, fair-complexioned black woman. “Must be with the campaign” he thought,” No one dresses like that ‘round here either.” Straps wrapped across the arch of her foot, circling her ankles over and over again before being tied at the backs of her ankles. “Very nice,” Marc thought to himself as he watched her approach the end of the railing. “Maybe I can get a look at the complete package” he thought to himself, just before his heart gave a stuttering heave.

Shocked, no he wasn’t shocked, thunder-struck was more like it. Marc couldn’t believe she was here. He was positive he’d never seen the pretty, wide-eyed woman standing at the top of the stairs in the flesh before and was just as sure she’d never seen him either. But he loved her just the same and those brown-eyes had stared at him many a day from his computer screen. Jaye, it had to be. Prettier than her picture, she was just like he’d imagined; shoulder length, swingy hair; curvy flesh; soft skin covered in a long jersey gown. She glowed. The woman of his dreams – they’d connected almost two years ago and she had become his world. Marc felt a seismic shift, he needed to touch her, to hold, just once; and he grimaced, maybe wear out that ass while he was at it. Glancing around he saw more than one fellow noticed the woman on the stairs, even Henry poked up his nose, “Down boy,” Marc mused, “Knowing Miss Jaye, we’re probably walking into a fight.” Knocking back his drink, Marc started moving through the crowd.

Jaye’s eyes swept the ballroom. These folks came to boogie she thought. The party was in full swing and the good times were definitely rolling in Richmond tonight. Drafted by her family she joined her brother, John on his VA campaign junket. A Johnson bigwig he frequently traveled, with his wife and sister’s taking turns serving as his personal gofer, butler and assistant on the road. This time was Jaye’s turn. No problem, with their full schedule and the primaries in four days. They’d be on their way back to Chicago before she knew it. But she’d miss the one person she’d give the world to see.

Marc, her on-hiatus Big Daddy, on-line lover and deepest desire; they’d had a giant falling out months ago, severing communication between them. Not an official break-up; they just weren’t ‘communicating’ right now, going on five months. She hadn’t even called to say she was in Richmond, sheesh she hadn’t known she was going to be in Richmond until that morning when her youngest sister backed out and she was drafted. But now, here she was at the state party; harboring a secret hope that Marc would be there. Jaye wanted to see him for once, just once before her hidden dream died a quiet death. After all, this entire event was designed to rev up the state folks who would make this victory happen, and Marc definitely fell in that category. Surreptitious glances around the room had not revealed anyone who looked like him. She’d memorized his picture. The curve of his biceps, those long, muscular legs during the hours spent talking late into the night and chatting on-line. She’d met hundreds of people in the receiving line with her brother, but no Marc. She’d know him when she saw him; her body would know his that was for sure.

Scanning the crowd, Jaye felt him more than saw him at first. Goose bubbles trickled down her arms, and a strange heat spread across her body. ‘Silly girl’, she was wearing a flowing jersey-knit dress and couldn’t possibly be cold, but there it was, that feeling again. Looking around Jaye finally saw him, off to her right, dark suit, tan hair and closing in. The glasses, Jaye she remembered the glasses as if she’d picked them herself; the thick hair falling across his forehead; his lips, the bottom one lushly full. And his hands – sweet mercy how she’d dreamed of those hands, on her, in her. Marc, her Marc was live and in-living color, coming her way.

Jaye changed her mind; she couldn’t see him, not today. Their last conversations had been a series of knock-down drag out battles. She didn’t want to fight, not here, not now. “I’ve got to move, I can pretend it’s not me. I can disappear into the party.” She thought. Jaye danced back and forth uncertainly before deciding to flee back into the crowd. And crowd it was, precious seconds elapsed as she tried to find an opening to scoot through. Then she felt him, a hand resting on her back and then another pressing against the bodies in front of her. “Now come on here folks, we don’t want our company to think we don’t know how to act at a party” Marc’s booming voice swung out over the bodies in front of them. The baritone vibrated through him and into her. Laughing people began moving apart, good naturedly greeting him, then her. And he seemed to know everyone, smiling broadly as he inexorably pushed her forward. They were headed for the exit, No! No! No! She couldn’t leave with him, they needed to stay in the party, mix and mingle with everyone else, not leave. But she found herself being swept with the crowd that surged toward the lobby.

She planted her feet; she was not going, no way. Their last conversation included ‘fuck yous,’ ‘go to hells’ and ‘hang ups,’ not the kind of words that lead to warm happy reunions. Jaye found her voice, “Marc, where are we going,”

He laughed, “Oh, so you do recognize me,”

“Yes, of course I recognize you, just like you recognize me, but I can’t leave the party, I have to stay in case my brother needs help.”

Marc stopped, “So you’re here with him?” Hooded eyes swept the ballroom seeking the VIP platform. Spotting her brother he said, “Don’t worry he’s partying over there with the big wigs; he’ll be fine. You, on the other hand I’d like to speak with in private.” He gazed down at her. Jaye’s stomach flipped. Deep in that gaze were a dozen promises, but also simmering anger, waiting to ripple across to her. He had nerve, anger was a two way street, and if he thought he was provoked, guess what, she was provoked too and she still had her own anger, passion and all the rest to deal with, she just didn’t want to do it in private, not with Marc.

Despite her feeble efforts at resistance, she was maneuvered into the corner of the elevator lobby where Marc took advantage of the chaos surrounding them to speak privately. Bending down he whispered as the crowd surged around them. “You’re here all the way in Richmond darlin’, why didn’t you call? I know things are bad between us but still, you could have called.” His hand moved in lazy circles over her stomach, her body surging, nipples stiffening through her dress.

Looking down at her arousal, Marc laughed, “Well someone’s glad to see me”. Mortified, Jaye felt very small, she looked up at him and down again, He felt good, he smelled good and he was so damn close. She couldn’t think, she was angry but then again she wasn’t. She looked up again; with his back to the surging crowd they were in their own private cocoon. His mouth was so close. She leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers, her body warmed at the sensation of his mouth.

Breaking off, “Bad girl,” he laughed, “You didn’t ask,”

Her inner coquette emerged, “Oh, I need to ask” she flirted.

Pinning her with his gaze, leaning closer, “Yes”, he whispered, “When you’ve been a bad girl you ask for everything and I either allow or not as I see fit, remember?”

Her brown eyes cut. Flicking back and forth, hot anger surged through her “Hmm, we’ll just have to see about that”

Marc cocked his head, his eyes sweeping down her petite frame; taking in her full breasts, ample hips. His gaze coming to rest on her face, Marc’s mouth hovered close to Jaye’s. “We’ll see, huh,” he leaned even closer, she had nowhere to go, “Who’s the man here darlin’? Who’s the boss of you?” Jaye looked away, pointedly ignoring his question; she’d always said he was the boss of her but now, she wasn’t so sure.

“No answer? Really now?” Marc drawled. Jaye studiously avoid his gaze; finally relaxing when she thought he moved away, then a sharp pain shot through her nipples. Her eyes flew to his laughing face. “Oh I see I have your attention now.” Whatever he’d done made her nips even harder than before and now, damn it, she was hotter than ever. “Answer me woman, who’s the boss of you?”

Petulant but not foolish, she pouted, “You Damnit! You!”

Dropping his forehead to hers he said “Well, well, well cussin’ too darlin’. What am I gonna do with you?”

Jaye pointedly looked away. It was all too much to comprehend, she needed a moment to think.

The drawl rolled back into her ear, “So tell me woman, are you wearing panties?”

Jaye’s eyes flew open in shock, “Wh,,wh,,what??” she stammered.

Sliding his hand across her stomach, his destination concealed by two walls and the crowd, Marc cupped her ass before responding, “Panties, are their panties between me and my pussy?” he whispered.

Jaye, pressed back harder into the wall “Now Marc, I don’t think,,,?”

His voice deepened with the intensity of his gaze “Panties woman, you know the rules. When we go out – no panties unless you get permission in advance”

Jaye was mortified. The rules, of course she remembered the rules, the Gosh Darn Rules of Conduct and Decorum. How could she forget? No simply rules and guidelines for them, noooo they had a book. Marc always said he was planning on spending the rest of his life with her so he wanted her to take her time, learn his rules, negotiate what she wanted and then memorize them. They were in effect for the rest of their lives so she needed to get used to them.

At one time it seemed like the rules covered everything in life and Jaye chafed at the very idea. Over a period of time though and with intense negotiation they eventually broke down into broad basic categories’, with some detailed around her dress and body. Case in point – unlike some of her friends in DD relationships, Jaye had no driving rules except one. Never let the cops call Marc over something she’d done wrong and never, ever bring him a moving violation. This rule covered speeding, her seat belt, her inability to keep up with her license, her lapsed insurance and on and on. Whenever Jaye pressed for detail, Marc would only make one comment.

“You do not want to know what the penalty is for doing something stupid in your car woman, so don’t” He’d growl.

Jaye never sped after that conversation – well just once when she was late for her workout class but her piteous pleas caused the officer to let her off with a warning. She really didn’t want to know what would happen for a speeding ticket.

Damn him, ten seconds with this man and she was ready to collapse like Scarlett O’Hara, She’d remembered the rule. “No panties Marc, no panties,” she whispered in response. She hadn’t worn panties tonight because she did remember the rule and after all – she was in Virginia.

Words rumbled out of him, “You sure darlin’?” He was gathering her skirt in his hand as he talked, slowly pulling it up her side. Jaye wanted to scream but that would draw immediate attention. He felt her panic rising, “You are completely shielded as long as you don’t move, it’s up to you.” Watching him, she felt cool air rising across her legs, followed by his fingers on her skin, thighs first, sliding around to her ass he grabbed a handful and squeezed.

Marc flexed his fingers again and again as she tried to steady her breathing, and not think about fucking him right then and there. Smoothing his hand around to the front of her thighs he pushed his fingers between her legs, sliding across her soaking, eager cunt. Squeezing his other arm for support, Jaye tried to distract herself by calculating square roots. Too bad she barely passed algebra.

“Good girl,” he smiled as he skimming her clit and swelling lips, “I had to check.”

“Of course Marc, sure you did” Jaye’s voice was cutting as she flicked her eyes at him, struggling for control.

Slowly lowering her skirt, Marc kissed her flushing face, “Let’s go somewhere private. We can speak in your room unless you think your roommates will protest.” They needed to move or he would take her right there in the hall politics be damned.

“I don’t have roommates,” she gasped, struggling to retain control. Marc had always brought her crazy passion, even from a distance, turning her inside out with a long-distance growl; he’d commanded orgasms across the phone and damn if her body didn’t give them to him every time. Now with him face-to-face, what chance did she have?

Smiling Marc nodded, “Good, we’ll go there,” Wrapping his arm around her, he easily propelled her forward into the next available elevator. Once on board, Jaye’s ass rested between his legs, giving them both something to enjoy; her gently rolling cheeks nestled on his rigidity as the elevator gently bounced from its large load and continual stops before reaching her tower floor.

Bitch, that’s the last thing he’d called her; and it wasn’t in that happy-fucking sort of way. He’d said that and tossed in a few fuck-yous for good measure. Not to be outdone she’d called him a few colorful things as well, very colorful, 64 Crayola box colorful. Yet here they were on the way to her hotel room. She didn’t trust him and claimed she never would. He didn’t trust her either so they were even there. He’d accused her of being a pampered, spoiled Daddy’s girl? She’d called him a knuckle-draggin’ hillbilly. Not exactly terms of endearment.

In all honesty she could be terribly absent-minded and yes her friends and family occasionally pointed out that her naiveté would be funny if it weren’t so frightening. Marc affectionately called them her blonde moments but what he found charming also enraged him. He insisted she broke the cardinal rule about taking care of herself by willfully not paying careful attention, not listening and expecting things to just ‘work out’. A talented professional, she excelled at her work, but outside of the office it was as if she lived on auto-pilot. What she didn’t care about, she didn’t think about. He’d raise more than a little hell over her behavior and promised to raise cane over her bum if she didn’t do better.

Marc could feel her heat along with his own. He wanted to crush her to him and say over and over again, “You are mine, you are mine and I protect what’s mine” until it sank into that pretty little head. He promised her that and more but in the end she’d defied him repeatedly. All he wanted was for her to be more careful, more thoughtful. While he wasn’t there to watch over her and protect her – he needed her to submit and follow the rules, just take care of herself, but not his Jaye.

Opening the hotel room door, Jaye stepped into the room, backing away from Marc, pausing at the foot of the bed. An executive hotel room, the king-sized bed was complemented by a separate desk, sofa and television area for added comfort. Watching him step into the room, Marc bulk filled the doorway and foyer, closing the door behind him. Jaye didn’t know what to do, part of her wanted to slug him as hard as she could, part of her wanted him to pull her to the bed and fuck like there was no tomorrow; conversation be damned.

“Woman”

Dang, one word, curled through her body like aromatic pipe smoke.

“Marc”

They’d argued viciously, regrettably; yet she missed him desperately. The simple fact of the matter was that he was right. She didn’t pay close enough attention and created tiny gaffes that sometimes exploded into bigger issues. Most, if not all of these challenges would have been avoidable if she’d just been paying attention. Transposing two numbers on a magazine order form had sent the elderly widower down the block her Vanity Fair subscription for six months. A minor faux pas – however dropping a word when reading her insurance papers made her rates triple when she signed for whole life instead of term.

Marc had been apoplectic.

She didn’t know what to do next, her body froze with uncertainty.

Marc quickly solved that dilemma. “You didn’t greet Henry,” he said.

Chastened Jaye quickly reached for his cock. One of the detailed rules found under sex, it came right after clothing selections. Rule number 4a: Greet Big Daddy, greet Big Daddy’s cock, the dear Henry. Smoothing her hands across the top of him, she stroked his length while reaching for the full sack below. As she stroked him, she watched his eyes, confident and unblinking. She felt her fears and panic drift away, Daddy’s home.

Jaye manipulated his cock, softly tugging, squeezing and pulling. Her hands warmed his balls, causing Henry to swell even more, filling her hands with his weight. Then her eyes fell, “It’s now or never,” she thought, so stepping back, she sank to the floor. Kneeling before him, she pressed her face to his legs wrapping her arms around his calves. Lowering her body until she was prone to the floor, Jaye embraced his left ankle, kissing the arch of his foot. Then, reaching for his right leg, she repeated the same, hugging his ankle, pressing her face against him; tears began to choke her throat. Eventually, she slid her hands up his thighs to find his swollen, throbbing cock. Taking him in her hands, she stroked him from her knees, weirdly relieved, she felt safe. He was his, and he was hers.

“I’m sorry Marc, I’m sorry. You were right; I was wrong and I’m sorry – please forgive me”

Jaye was shocked, she had never intended on being nice to him much less submissive, but here she was on her knees before the one man who made her blindingly angry yet loved her more than anyone alive. She didn’t want to fight not tonight; this evening was about new beginnings, a chance to start over.

Marc was dumbfounded, he thought she might curse him or hit him or possibly try to call hotel security but definitely not this, Jaye? on her knees? At his feet? Looking down he knew one thing, he wanted to see her naked - now. Oh yes, she would learn from him this night. She would understand their roles, his responsibility and her submission before the night was over. But first things first – naked.

“Stop baby,” he commanded, “stand up, and take off your dress.” Releasing him, Jaye stood, her dress coming off easily, she laid it across the back of the chair before turning towards him. In her high-heels, designer lace-covered corset and silk stockings she was breath-taking. More beautiful than he’d ever imagined.

To be continued...


Now don't shoot the messenger. The rest will be up tomorrow along with some information about this wonderful author.

Thank you and happy holidays

This is just a quick post to say thank-you to those of you who come by to visit here. Blogging brings me joy and it’s all because of you all. Out here it doesn’t matter who you are – black, white, green or purple. I don’t give a fig if you’re gay, straight or trans. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a raving spanko or someone just thinking of dipping your toe into the spanko world. 

You’re welcome here with your questions, your answers, your opinions, and your stories. I hope this is a joyous time of year for you and if it’s not go back and read some of my old post. Maybe some will bring a smile to your face for a moment. 

I hope everyone will be back after the holidays. You are loved and welcomed here!

Fantasy Friday Revival - Sacrifices

This story is talking about shopping - maybe you'll get some Christmas ideas.

Unlike some, this is a fairly short Fantasy Friday and one of my favorites - because it was written by Nick, well with a little help from me. I am married to a man of many talents. He sent this to me years ago and said that I could punch it up any way I wanted to so I add the wife's part at the end. Nick and I make a great team!

Please enjoy...

Sacrifices

Since my wife, Dawn, came out as a spanko I’ve had many new experiences to understate the obvious. One interesting evening involved a little shopping trip for a birthday gift. Never before did I go birthday shopping at the nearest ‘adult store.’ My wife had been hinting that she wanted to try a new ‘spanking toy.’ It was with some misgivings that I entered the store in search of the new spanking implement. I scanned the fellow shoppers and was relieved not to see any familiar faces. I wandered around trying to discretely scope out the possibilities while being invisible.

I saw a couple of interesting possibilities and was wondering about the relative merits. One appeared to be a leather paddle while the other was more strap-like with a handle. I was lost in thought and imagining the proper use of the items in question when suddenly I was shocked to hear someone right behind ask, “May I help you?”

I haltingly tried to explain that I was something of a beginner to these things but was trying to find something appropriate for my wife. The shapely clerk was all smiles as she said she was certain that we could find something that my wife would enjoy. But how to make the best choice?


The clerk told me her name was Kristin and that she loved seeing customers find something to spice up their lives, and asked what characteristics were important. I couldn’t believe I was carrying on such a conversation as if I were shopping for a pair of shoes.

I swallowed and managed to say that I like a good sound but a good sting seemed to be desirable for my wife. Kristin heartily agreed and said the two items I was looking at were both great choices. It sounded like the voice of experience.

She then took both items from the rack and asked me to follow her. She led the way through a doorway behind the counter telling her fellow clerk she had to step into the storeroom for a moment. When we got to a secluded corner of the storage area she stopped and smiled again and said “I love to see satisfied customers” and that for sound effects I might wish to hear for myself. With that said she turned around, lowered her jeans and leaned over a desk. She said, “Remember, this is just business.”

She suggested that I try these to see how they sounded when being used. Well, how could I turn down such a generous offer! I tried the paddle and then the strap. The paddle had the better pop. She asked if I paddled my wife on the bare bottom as well. I admitted that yes that was frequently where things wound up.

Kristin then lowered her panties just enough to reveal her beautiful bottom with a couple of fresh pink marks. I took this as an obvious invitation for further product testing and tried both items again. Both produced very acceptable reports on the bare skin and also created an increasing and pleasing red glow.

I thanked her for her assistance and concluded that either would be acceptable based on information gathered. I asked her if she had further thoughts or recommendations based on the ‘feel.’ She had by this time righted herself and straightened her clothing. She took me by the elbow turning me away from her. She reached around me and I felt her breasts pressing against my back. “What the heck was happening?” I thought. Before I had a chance to even ask what she was doing she had unfastened my belt and lowered my jeans.

At this point I was sputtering “what are you doing?” She replied, “You are interested in the comparison by feel, but that’s hard to explain. Bend over the table and we will see what you think.” This wasn’t what I had in mind but after her impressive cooperation in my shopping research, my pride would not let me balk at this point and in truth this was kind of erotic.

She administered a few with each, discussing the comparative nature of the paddle and the strap. She then lowered my boxers and repeated. By this time I was more than familiar with the feel of each and was trying to hide my growing interest! She smiled and said she felt confident we would be happy with either but understood it was hard to choose (what a salesperson!)

She asked “Well what’s it going to be?”

I replied, “I think we’ll take both.”

The sacrifices I make for my wife!

Meanwhile back home Dawn was in a foul mood. For weeks she had been hinting to Andy that she wanted a new spanking toy for her birthday. But he acted like he didn’t even hear her! Since her birthday was tomorrow she knew how Andy was spending his shopping time. Searching the aisles of Wal-Mart for yet another box of bath powder. No more! If he had no imagination she would buy for herself.

As she headed for the local adult store, sure enough she passed Andy, no doubt coming from Wal-Mart so wrapped up in his own dull shopping experience that he didn’t even see her pass. After a quick look through the window to be assured she recognized no one she marched into the store. It didn’t take her long to spot the items she liked: a beautiful leather paddle and a strap that looked liked it would feel delicious! She checked the price tags. Damn! Money was so tight these days. She couldn’t possible get them both, but how to decide?

A half hour later Dawn sat gingerly in the car, her heart still pounding. Kenny, the hot young salesman had helped her decide on both. But she didn’t feel guilty. She knew the new toys would spice up her and Andy’s love life. She also didn’t worry about the money. Kenny had offered her a job as a salesperson; he said she had just the personality and eagerness to learn that they were looking for. So she was going back to work.

Dawn sighed to herself and thought “The sacrifices I make for my husband!”

~o~

Nick hasn't written in years, but he's good. I'll have to start pestering him again. Meanwhile, I'll pester you all. Try writing a story for us and send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Can you answer THOSE question?

I’m sure some of you think blogging is dying. It’s not. True there are not as many of us as there once was, but I tend to feel that the best of the best remained. LOL! That may or may not be true, but the idea makes me feel better.

Blogging activity always slows down during the Holidays and then picks back up after everyone gets over their ultra-busy time and I’m hoping that true for this season too. Those that have read here for long know that I sometimes really get to thinking about the whole ‘spanking lifestyle’ and that’s been happening again. I have a few post planned that I hope to put up after Christmas – which for us will be January 5^th  this year, when the boys come from the big city.

These posts will be based on questions that vanillas have about us. I always wanted to be interviewed and be given a serious venue where I could explain the spanking lifestyle – the different aspect of it, from true discipline to the fun and light hearted. 

I ask several friends who are NOT in the lifestyle but are fully aware of what I write to ask send me questions. Anything they wanted to know about why someone would want this. I’ve enjoyed reading these questions and I look forward to answering them. I’ve had the privilege of emailing and sometimes meeting hundreds and hundreds of spankos and my answers will be based on my feelings as well as many things I’ve learned from these fine people.

I realize that most spankos are still somewhat in the closet. I would be too if the desire to tell Cassie’s stories hadn’t been so strong. But if any of you have been asked questions by vanillas that know your secret that you’ve had a hard time answering I wish you’d share those questions with me along with your answer – answers that are much easier to come up with if you had several hours to think rather than being caught on the spot.

You can always leave a comment but you can also email me at elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Again I want to stress, if you feel hesitant to email and thereby share your email address with me, remember this – I’ve been here going on fourteen years. That wouldn’t be true if I wasn’t fiercely protective of the privacy of readers emailing me. 

Don’t forget to come by for the Fantast Friday story tomorrow – it’s one of my favorites and I think you’ll see why.