Fantasy Friday - Realizing a need

I was so excited to actually get a brand new Fantasy Friday story for you all today. I don't get many new ones these day but they are always welcomed. I hope you all like it as much as I did and I hope you'll leave a comment to encourage our new friend.

Realizing a Need

It had been an emotionally exhausting weekend. Visitation, funeral, reception. We had come home and I had immediately gone to do the most urgent household chores but soon went to lie down on our made bed while my husband sat down in the living room and turned on the TV. I was still in my black dress, uncomfortable bra and Spanx. A few minutes later my husband came in to our bedroom, kissed me, and went into our bathroom, closing the door. I pulled off the Spanx first, then decided the whole outfit had to go. 

My clothes and laundry basket were in the closet I would have to go through the occupied bathroom to access, so I tossed my dress and bra onto the floor and pulled on a long t-shirt from my husband’s dresser. I lay back down on the bed and tried to read a book on my phone but couldn’t concentrate. I had not put panties on and started fingering myself, thinking maybe I could get my husband’s attention when he came out of the bathroom. 

Then I heard his phone ring and he began a conversation I couldn’t quite hear since he had left the TV in the living room playing. When he finally came out he was still looking at the phone as he told me he needed to go meet a friend of his briefly to lend him something.

I had sworn I was going to just be nice and go along with everything the weekend of the funeral, since I knew it was hard on him, but my face betrayed my actual reaction.

“Why is this a problem?” He asked.

“I just hate how everything is so last minute with him.” Was my truthful response. We had argued about this guy before. “It’s Saturday.”

My husband looked at me. “It’s important, I need to meet him, it will take an hour and then I’ll be back. Does that work for you?”

“Do what you want,” I replied and I sounded whiny and petulant even to myself but I couldn’t seem to control it. I wanted, no needed, his attention in a way I couldn’t ask for.

“OK,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.” He looked at me again like he wanted to say something else but didn’t. He walked out of the bedroom without kissing me and shut the door a little too hard.

I sighed and went back to my phone.

And then, only a minute or two later, the door swung open and my husband was back, striding purposely into the room and looking at me intensely. “I realized what you need,” he said. I looked at him surprised.

He had a bit of a smile, just a twitching lip as he tried to give me a stern look. He sat down on the upholstered chair in the corner of our bedroom, the first time I’d ever seen him sit there.

“Come here, baby,” he said in a commanding voice.

“I thought you were leaving,” I said.

“I need to take care of something first,” was his reply. “Now don’t make me ask you again.”

I got up, curious, and walked to him.

He patted his leg, “Over my knee.”

I just looked at him. His lip was still twitching into a smile and now mine was too. “OK,” I said, and placed myself over his knees. He had spanked me before but only as part of foreplay and always at my request, never commanding it and never taking me over his lap.

His hand went under my long t-shirt to my butt, rubbing it.

“Not wearing anything under?” He asked with amusement.

He continued rubbing for a few seconds. Then all of a sudden his hand smacked down on my right cheek with a loud noise. I gasped a little but couldn’t deny the smile, or the wetness that almost immediately came.

“I realized you need a spanking,” he said, while continuing to spank each cheek rhythmically, “for not just telling me when you wanted attention. And for being salty when I need to go see my friend. And to get it through to you that you are my first priority even when I am busy. And last but not least to leave you with a sting that you can feel until I get back, when I have other plans for this naked body.”

He stopped, rubbing again. “Is that enough to get my point across?”

“Yes,” I said quietly, though I really wanted more.

“Mm,” he said, “Five more for the ‘do whatever you want.’ I hate it when you say that. Count them.”

His hand came crashing down, harder than before. He smacked hard and fast, alternating cheeks. My voice was trembling as I counted the five.

He rubbed my butt again. “I love your butt,” he said. “Almost wish I didn’t have to meet anyone. Now sit up.”

I sat up on his lap, butt stinging but a warmth spreading through my whole body and an undeniable wetness.

He held my face and kissed me deeply. I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder, and he stroked my hair.

“I’m going to leave now,” he said. “Will you be ready for me when I get back?”

~~

Thank you! I really appreciate having a new story to post. And I hope I'll hear from you again. Is everyone is taking notes. You really need to give yourself a chance. Try writing a story - just for yourself. And then hopefully you take the chance and share it with us. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thank you, Roz!

I think every blogger out here today could say that. When I started blogging, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, most bloggers said, “I’m blogging for myself. It doesn’t matter what others think. If they come by, that’s great. But I don’t care.” 

I've never said that. I’ve always cared that people came by. That’s what I was blogging for – contact with others. Specifically, at that time, others that enjoyed the spanking lifestyle and could tell me more about it.  

As the years have gone by and I end up posting about anything that catches my fancy, comments have gone down. That’s sad, but it’s reality. I want to thank all those of you who often drop by, Ronnie, Windy, Sunny, Deena, Abby, Hermione, Boo, Fondles, Morningstar, Terps, Baker, Xen and others.

But my biggest thank you is to Roz who is here every day, rain or shine. And not just here. I see her on all the blogs I visit. I just wonder if she realizes just how much her loyalty means. I know that more than once I’ve wondered if it wasn’t for Roz’s daily visits  would I keep blogging at all. I guess I’d feel like I’m talking to myself.

Roz, thank you so much for being here. For keeping me from feeling alone when I post. For still being part of the blogging world. Please don’t think you can’t take a day off when you need it, but know you are greatly appreciated! I’ve always appreciated ever comment I ever gotten. I still do.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Safety Matters

Happy Friday!   This story came from a new writer back in 2009.  The author name is Lillian. She said at the time she has been reading spanking stories for a while this was her first attempt at writing one. I was impressed. Please enjoy...

Safety Matters 

“Unbelievable,” Joe muttered under his breath.

“You ok?” Sean asked around a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” but she’s not gonna be when I get done with her, Joe thought. He couldn’t believe she would run in the park. Alone. AGAIN! Oh just wait, he thought.

“Hey, I know we haven’t had lunch together in forever, but I have to cut this short, and I won’t be back at the office the rest of the day either, tell Paul I got sick or something k?”

“Yeah sure, but Paul isn’t going to like it. Where are you going anyway? We finally escape the office to have lunch in the great outdoors and now you’re running off? What gives?” Sean complained.

Joe knew it was true, every since he had gotten married eight months ago he hadn’t been a very good friend. But now was not the time to deal with Sean.

“Tell you what,” Joe said getting to his feet “pick a weekend this month and we will go fishing. No matter what I will make it work, just name the date. Right now though, I really have to go. Enjoy the rest of the pizza.”

Taking off at a slow jog, Joe left the river bank and headed for the parking lot. As he slid into his car he started looking for Becky’s. How could she do this again? He thought outraged. She was running in the park alone. Hadn’t he told her before he would run with her, she just had to wait for him to get home from work. How would he feel if someone hurt her just because she couldn’t wait to go running? And how often was she running here without telling him? The park was too dense with trees for it to be safe for a woman to run alone. It was too easy for someone to hide.
This was the one and only fight they had had while dating. When he discovered she ran alone he had made her swear not to do it anymore. And when he found out a month later that she had indeed started running alone again, it had been the start to their discipline relationship.

He smiled briefly at the thought of that day. Finding her sweat dampened running suit. Racing through the house to find her reading on the couch. Turning her over his knee and laying in with the hardest swats he could muster.

He smiled again. Her surprise. His surprise. Sure he had thought about it in the past with other women, but never had he spanked anyone. Never had he loved someone enough that he would do anything to keep her safe, including discipline her.

She had yelled, then finally given in to his harsh treatment. When the anger was gone, and she just cried, he let her up and just held her. When the tears stopped, she apologized and once again promised to never do it again.

She never questioned the fact I had just turned her bottom red. She never asked if it would happen again. Somehow they both just knew it would.

And it did. Once for a bounced check and another for not going to the doctor before her bronchitis turned to pneumonia (though she had had to wait till she was better for that spanking). And even once again for running alone. There had been other times too. Spankings had started to add up over the course of their two year relationship. He smiled again at the thought of some of the more fun ones. Then he sighed as he finally spotted her car.

He parked a ways away. He didn’t want her to see his car before he was ready. He sighed again as he took in where she parked. Directly next to a thick set of trees, a perfect place for someone to hide, he thought miserably.

~~

Wiping her neck Becky sighed. I guess I had better get home before Joe does. I need to make sure to throw these cloths in the wash and take a shower, She thought. She enjoyed running, it was one of her favorite activities outside of… well let’s be honest… sex. Both got her blood pumping and her adrenaline going. She smiled; maybe she would do something “bad” tonight….

Her thoughts trailed off as one of her favorite songs came on her IPod. She turned it up just a little louder and sped up for the last quarter mile of her run. With her car in sight and the music blaring she ran thoughtlessly.

Suddenly and without warning, hot hands grasped her. One on her upper arm, then before she could turn, another over her mouth. She was off her feet in an instant. The hands that grasped her were strong. Bruising her arm as they lifted her.

She tried to fight. Tried to scream. Tried to get away. Then it hit her. She was going to die. Someone was really going to drag her off in the woods and kill her. Or at the very least rape her. Oh gosh, Joe! He would never forgive her. Never get over this.

As soon as she stopped fighting, she was placed back on her feet. Gradually, the hand on her arm started to loosen. And the one on her mouth released her. She opened her mouth to scream and found herself being spun around and lips catching hers. Pulling, biting, seeking. She tried to pull away but the force of the man’s (she knew it was a man now from the hardness that pressed against her thigh) hands keep her tightly against him. She opened her eyes, if she lived through this she wanted to be able to tell the police everything.

“OOOOOUU,” came out as she saw who held her for the first time.

Joe looked down at her half scared, half relieved face as she realized she was safe. He released her mouth but not her body. The tremors were sudden then, just like the tears. She shook and cried into his shirt as he held her.

“I love you. I love you more than anything,” he whispered as she shook. She was trying to say something in reply but it was lost in her sobs, so he just held her until she was reduced to sniffles.

“What were you thinking?” he murmured into her hair. “Becky, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she cried with a fresh wave of tears.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” he yelled with renewed anger. “Do you know how easily it could have been someone else who grabbed you? Someone else who kissed you? Someone else who….” He shook with fear and anger. He couldn’t even think the last one.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry and it will never happen again!”

“I know it won’t I am gonna make sure of that. I think this little incident may have scared you straight but I think I will take you home and give myself some insurance that you will never even THINK about running alone again.”

“Joe, NO, I’m sorry. I swear this set me straight, I will never let it happen again! Never!”

“Hun, you know I love you, but you are going to get spanked for this one. And it’s not up for discussion. So let’s go home and get it over with.” He held her as he half carried – half walked her to her car.

“But where’s your car?” She complained as he slid her into the passenger seat of her own car.

“It’s locked; we can come back for it later after we have taken care of some business.” He gave her a quick peck then rounded the car to climb in the driver’s seat.

The ride home was a quiet one. He never wanted to have to repeat this lesson again, and he hoped that his actions in the park had finally proved to her why running alone was such a bad idea.

They got home quickly, too quickly for Becky’s liking. She knew what would come next.

“I want you to go upstairs switch into PJ bottoms, lower them and be waiting in the corner in 3 minutes.”

“Yes sir,” She replied as she climbed out of the car and hurried upstairs.

She wondered how he would spank her. The first time he had just used his hand in his hast. The next time she had been caught running alone he had used a wooden spoon on her, which stung like heck. But those were a while ago and since then many new “toys” had been added to their collection. She shuttered at the thought of what she would feel.

~~

He entered the house resolved to make her feel her lesson. He was almost sure he would never have to worry about her running alone again, but he wanted to be positive.

When he entered their room she was in the corner with her PJ’s around her ankles just as he had instructed.

He sat down on the bed and called her over. She shuffled over and immediately lay over his knees.

“I’m sorry” is all she whispered as his hand cracked down for the first of many times. Over and over his hand came down. He was holding nothing back. He wanted her to feel the sting in her bottom. He wanted her to remember today forever.

Harder his swats came as he thought about the danger she had placed herself in. faster they came as he realized how easy it was to grab her.

He spanked her butt until she began to wiggle and kick, then he laid into the top of her thighs none to gently. Her butt and thighs were turning a light red color. She was crying softly and apologizing, while his hand was beginning to sting. He gave her a few more hard smacks on both her thighs and butt. Then let her up.

“Stand right there and don’t even think about touching your red ass.” He said with a little more anger than he meant. He left the room and quickly returned with their bath brush.

That thing hurts! She thought. I’m never going to sit after he gets done with me! “Please not that,” she begged aloud.

“You should thank me for giving you a nice warm-up before using it on you! Maybe you won’t bruise since I don’t plan to be gentle.”

Warm-up? Bruise? Oh gosh…

“Now bend over, hands on the mattress, ass in the air.”

She did so immediately and within seconds the first blazing strike hit. “Owww,” she cried.

Two more landed on top of the first. She stood up and grabbed her butt. “Please,” she said tears rolling down her cheeks now.

“Bend back over” he told her, “and that’s three for the hands” he added without regret.

She quickly bent back over and Joe once again started swinging without mercy. She was going to learn her lesson, even if it killed him to teach it to her. He was glad she didn’t see his face as it contorted with every stroke as she yelled out.

When he was satisfied and her butt was sore, he slowed his strikes and landed each swat with extra force and precision. When he land ten extra hard over there the course of two minutes and her crying and screaming became sobs, he finally stopped.

He knew he had never spanked her this hard before. But he also knew her pretty little ass had never deserved it so much before. He let her cry herself out and when her sobs reduced to sniffles he told her stand, left palm up.

Her crying became heavy again but she did as she was asked. He quickly landed three strokes across her open hand.

“Right hand now please.”

She submitted her right hand for the same punishment crying out as the sting of each stroke hit her.

“Almost done now, it’s almost over. Lay across the bed for me sweetie.” His voice was soft again. He knew she would be sore and likely even bruised. Not something he liked to do and had only happened on one occasion before.

Almost? She thought scared. But it hurts. I’m on fire. My hands hurt. I’m never going to get into trouble again. “Pleeeeease nooooo mmmmore, pleassssssse.” She begged.

“Almost done, just lay down on the bed for me,” he said almost sadly.

He left the room and returned empty handed as he entered the closet. When he came out her breath caught.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Yes, six of the best with the cane and then its over, its all over.” He had never really caned her. Once he gave her a medium hard stroke and she almost came out of her skin. Now he expected her to take SIX??

“It will be ok,” he reassured her, “but you need this, so grab a pillow and it will be over in a minute.”

She did as he said tucking her into the pillow and within a second the first stripe was on her butt.

She screamed but it was muffled in the pillow. Joe cringed as he watched the stripe go from white to an angry red welt. Before he talked himself out of the other 5 he laid them on her so fast he barely had time to breath.

He could hear her screaming even through the pillow as the last one landed.

He threw the cane down and climbed in bed next to her as she screamed and sobbed. Even without the cane hitting her she continued to scream as the pain from the last five grew.

“I love you” he said when he thought she could hear him. “I love you so much; I never want ANYTHING to happen to you.”

She was quiet for a few moments before she replied, “I love you too and I promise never to run without you. I promise. I really am sorry.” She gave him a small smile.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. And I’m sorry you’re going to be sore for the next few days, but at least I know you won’t be running.”

She smiled at him and he leaned into to kiss his thoroughly beautiful, thoroughly lovely, thoroughly spanked, wife.

~o~

Lillian, you did a fantastic job! She told me at the time that although she enjoyed reading stories both reading and writing still felt a little taboo. She shared, "I knew if I didn't send it the second the last word was down I would have deleted it." I'm glad she chose to send it.

Anyone out there who is toying with the idea of writing a story but just hasn't taken the plunge yet. Come on, give it a try!! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

Meme from the past

I felt like putting up a meme from the past today, with updated answers. I believe this one came from Hermione back in the day.

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be? 

One of my children.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?

Have I not mentioned that I’m perfect? Of course I do.

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?

If I know everyone, I’m a talker. If I don’t know many, I listen.

Do you take compliments well?

I usually say thank-you, but I rarely believe them.

Are you an active person?

Does typing count?

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive?

Not for very long.

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?

No, I’ve always been a home body.

What was your favorite game as a kid?

I always wanted to play ‘make believe’ and I always wanted to be the boy.

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?

Would I what? Tell them to go to hell, probably.

Are you judgmental? 

Hopefully a little less than the average person.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?

Neither any more, I’m fine.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Ready to retire.

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?

I need my eyes for reading and writing and visiting out here. I need my ears for listening to real life friends. As it is I have to wear glasses and I can only hear well out of one ear – I’ll stick with what I've got.

Are you continuing your education?

You have no idea how much I’m learning.

Do you know how to shoot a gun?

Nope.

How often do you read books?

As much as I can when I’m not writing one.

Do you think more about the past, present or future?

Most of the time, the future.

What is your favorite children's book?

I loved the Trixie Beldon mysteries

Where is your ideal house located?

In the mountains with a great view of the valley.

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?

French cut panties.

Last person you talked to?

Mollie

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?

A few times as a kid.

What are your keys on your keychain for?

One key, for the house and a fob for the car.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?

From my bedroom to my writing room.

Where is your current pain?

My knees usually, but not too bad at the moment.

Do you like mustard?

NO! I hate it, and Nick won’t touch mayo – this union will never last.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat?

Sleep.

Do you look like your mom or dad?

My dad, so I’m told.

How long does it take you in the shower? 

I love a long shower, probably about fifteen minutes.

What movie do you want to see right now?

Well Moana is coming on tomorrow night and I've never seen it. And Titanic is coming on Sunday. I'll probably watch that.

What was the cause of your last accident?

Coughing (some can relate).

How we see things

 

Last week Ronnie put up a post about avatars. You can find that post here. I love hers it’s so very British and lovely. I’m guessing for those of you who have read any Cassie books, my avatar isn’t really a mystery. I’ve known about Cassie’s ivory brush for most of my life. Also, as a lifelong spanko the idea of ‘the brush’ sitting on a dresser, the doily giving it an old fashion feel, is just classic. 

Are there other spanking implement or situations that we see that vanilla’s would never see? I know that I look at things differently that vanilla people do. I hope I’m not the only one.

Fantasy Friday Revival - A Promise Broken

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday. I’m putting up all the stories pretty much in the order I got them and I like today’s story very much. More about the writer at the end. For now, please enjoy...

A Promise Broken

Mr. DeSilva was surprised and puzzled by the look of panic on Annie face when Jonas walked in to the dinner. He had grown very fond of his new little waitress in the two months she had worked for him. She had met Jonas at the dinner the week after she started working and the two had moved in together shortly thereafter. Mr. DeSilva enjoyed watching the two of them together. Usually Annie face lit up in delight when Jonas stopped by. Something was obviously very wrong.

Annie was in a panic. She had almost convinced herself that Jonas had just been kidding to get her attention. But here he was. Jonas was supposed to have been gone last night. Yes, he had asked her not to drink if he wasn’t around and she had agreed, but the girls had asked her to go out with them and there seemed no harm in a few beers. But when Jonas had shown up at the pub unexpectedly he has pretty much caught her red handed.

He was quiet on the way home. As they entered the apartment Annie said softly “Jonas, I’m sorry. I guess it looks like I broke my promise but I only had a few beers. I just missed you and I thought going out with the girls would be better than sitting here moping.”

“Annie you remember what I said I would do if I found out you had been drinking without me?” Annie blushed and looked away. It always embarrassed her when Jonas threatened that he was going to spank her. He had given her a few hard swats over silly things. Once she had gone out leaving every light in the apartment on and the TV too. When they came back in he had given her two stinging swats to her bottom, which had shocked and embarrassed her. Since that time he had swatted her occasionally and had threatened worse. But she had really thought he had to be kidding. She was no longer sure.

She had tried to tease him out of his mood last night but hadn’t been in a joking mood. “Annie, you broke your word to me, I won’t break mine to you. In the morning, when you are stone cold sober you’re getting a spanking.” But she hadn’t waited around the next morning to see if it was really going to happen. Although she wasn’t scheduled to come in until 11:00 she had slipped out of the bed around 4:30 and come in for the breakfast shift. She knew Mr. DeSilva wouldn’t mind. She never expected Jonas to show up here.

Annie watched wordlessly as Jonas went to her boss. “Mr. DeSilva, I need to borrow Annie for a bit. She and I were supposed to have a … discussion this morning but she left without talking to me. This isn’t a something that can be put off any longer. We need to go home for a while, I’ll have her back as soon as I can.”

Mr. DeSilva looked back and forth between his two young friends. Annie’s look of fear and guilt, Jonas’ look of serious determination – it didn’t take a genius to know what was coming. “Jonas, you sure this discussion is something that needs to take place?” 

“Yes sir, it time to take care of this.” Jonas answered. Mr. DeSilva headed to the back and motioned for both of them to follow.

In the back Annie’s boss crossed his arms and looked sternly at them both. “Annie you know what Jonas is talking about?”

“Yes,” Annie said looking at the floor.

“You willing to have this discussion?” he continued. “You don’t have to if you don’t think it’s fair. He’ll have to go through me if he is being unfair to you.”

Annie quickly looked at Jonas. In her heart she knew he was the first person to care about her, care what she did, care whether or not she kept her promises. It was that simple, he cared. She looked at Mr. DeSilva and said quietly, “I want to go with Jonas.”

“Okay then,” Mr. DeSilva answered. “Jonas, take her home if you like but if you’d rather, my office is in the storage building out back. I often had … discussions with my missus there in the past. It’s private and you are welcomed to use it if you like.”

Jonas nodded to Mr. DeSilva and led Annie out and into the small office behind the dinner. As they entered Annie began talking fast. “Jonas please, I know your upset, but you can’t be serious about sp…spanking me. I’m not a child. This is just silly.  I said I was sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Jonas wasted no more time. He pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room and pulled Annie quickly across his lap. Annie had never been in this humiliating position before, she struggled to free herself but a volley of extremely hard swats and Jonas’ firm admonition of, “Annie if you don’t stop struggling and it’s going to be worse for you. You gave me your word that you wouldn’t drink if I wasn’t with you, then the first night you thought I was going to be away and you are out drinking with the girl. What did you think was going to happen? That I’d say, ‘Oh, never mind you can lie to me if you want to?’” As he scolded he continues to give medium to hard swats.

For the first time Annie could remember she was beginning to feel true remorse. In the past evading, pretending and out right lying had mostly gotten her out of trouble, not into it. But this was different. Jonas truly meant something to her. And obviously honesty was important to him. As the tears began to come Annie said, in all sincerity, “Jonas, I am so sorry. I mean it! It never really mattered before when I broke a promise but I know I hurt you and I’ll never do it again.  Please let me up it’s starting to hurt!” 

“Annie,” Jonas told her, “I haven’t even started yet.  And yes, it is going to hurt!” With that Jonas began spanking seriously. It was obvious that Annie had never been spanked before. Jonas did want to go overboard but he was also determined that Annie would have no doubt how seriously he took lying. 

Annie couldn’t believe how much heat was being delivered to her behind. She was on fire and still he didn’t stop. She cried, she tried to put one had a back to protect her throbbing, punished bottom. But Jonas quickly pinned her hand to the small of her back and continued until he felt he had done a thorough job.

Annie gradually realized that that Jonas had stopped spanking and was rubbing and squeezing her throbbing seat. As he helped her to her feet and stood to cradle her against him Annie was aware of throbbing elsewhere.  Jonas kissed her tears away and said quietly, “It’s all over. I love you and it’s all over now. But Annie you need to know I took it easy on you this time. If you lie to me again your bare bottom is going to know the full force of what a spanking can really feel like. Come on I have to get you back to work.”  Annie instinctively reached around and rubbed her aching bottom not wanting to imagine what it would have been like if Jonas had taken down her pants and panties.  And while the thought was unsettling she realized she was almost as reluctant to leave then little office as she had been to enter it.

Annie heart was soaring. Someone actually cared for her, someone actually loved her. All her life she had looked for someone who cared. As they stepped back into the dinner Mr. DeSilva practical jumped at them. “Are you alright?” he barked at Annie before she could answer he rounded on Jonas. “Is she alright?” Annie couldn’t help giggling at the scowl on his face, much like that of a protective bull dog. Annie looked back and forth between the two men who cared for her in very different ways she thought of the attention she had craved all her life had arrived, now she wondered if she was going to be able to handle it.

~o~

I really hope you liked it. This was a Fantasy Friday that I wrote. I wrote it years ago.  Jonas and Annie are based around the story I ‘mind blogged’ for most of my life.  This was the stuff of my teenage years (and beyond) fantasies. I keep thinking I'd like to write more about them some day.  

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A note for all of you trying to home school

First off, God bless you! And let’s all pray school starts back for the fall term. My sweet Mollie would love to have a house full of children of her own someday, but she is completely thrilled that she doesn’t have them right now. A good friend of hers is trying to home school her three kids, a sixth grader, a fifth grader and a third grader. The third grader was in Mollie’s reading class before all this happened.

Her friend is having the same problem many other parents are having. There is the problem of too many people needing to be on too few devices. Everyone, parents and kids, have over-lapping zoom meetings. And these three children seem to have only one goal in life, and that is to irritate their parents and siblings. Sure does make my empty nest look like paradise. 

I did have to laugh at the last story Mollie told me. The mom was trying to help the youngest with his math lesson. She was patient (or trying to be) as she explaining the steps he should take. He wasn’t listening and angrily told her, “That’s not the way you're supposed to do it!” 

She came back at him with her own share of frustration, “You little turkey! Who do you think made up this worksheet? I am your math teacher after all!” Yep, this friend of Mollie’s is her teaching partner and was indeed her son’s math teacher at school this year. 

So if some of you parents are having a frustrating time, please know it isn’t just you. Teachers are having a hard time teaching their own kids. Trust me having a whole classroom of kids is easier. 

For now Mollie hides her laughter from her partner, snuggles in with her cat and her golden and dreams of having her own kids someday – just not today!

And me, I'm just hanging out in paradise.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Help Wanted, Chapter 5, the conclusion

We've made it to May, which seems the same as April, which seems the same as March... We'll get through this, but goodness I'd love for all this to be over. What is over is the story Help Wanted. This is the final chapter in the Help Wanted series. If you haven't read the first four chapters I suggest you go back and read chapter one, chapter two, chapter three and chapter four by clicking on them.

I love this conclusion so please, enjoy...

Help Wanted Chapter 5

Amy fidgeted in the line at the air terminal, tears running down her cheeks. After listening to a list of places she could not go she finally demanded to be given a seat on the next plane to anywhere. Funny, acting like Mr. High and Mighty got the job done and she was soon handed a ticket to some other obscure island no one had ever heard of. No matter, the flight left in 15 minutes, and she could be miserable anywhere.

As the flight boarded an official looking man in a white panama suit diverted her from the line dragging her to an empty corridor before she realized what was happening.

“Miss Nelson, I am Inspector Malowii and I need to ask you a few questions.  We have received a report of theft from a yacht at our dock. You are listed as a suspect in the matter.”

Amy’s shrieks and string of invective, delivered at the top of her lungs and all directed at RJ Drake caught the inspector off guard. His lips twitched with suppressed mirth as he tried to make himself heard over her temper.

“Miss Nelson, am I to understand you know Mr. Drake?”

“Of course I know the lying bully. I didn’t want to play his games so he sends some trumped up pet policeman to scare me into doing what he wants. You can tell Mr. Drake he needs to find a new “employee” to boss around. I sent him my letter of resignation and I am getting on that plane.”

“I am certain this is all a misunderstanding. However, I must ask you to accompany me to the precinct so that we may straighten it out with Mr. Drake. Once a formal charge is levied there are proper channels that must be followed.”

Inspector Malowii watched the young lady stomp her foot and noted that she was glaring at him through decidedly swollen eyes. He also could not help noticing the whisker burn and love bites that circled her neck. Whatever mess his old friend RJ was landing him in, at least it was pretty and promised an entertaining story. Giving her a chance to wind down and see the wisdom in a quiet ride to his office to clear this matter up, he was shocked when the seemingly respectable young lady whirled away, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and presented a fine plump bottom that was crosshatched with handprints and paddle marks.

“I want to press charges of assault against Mr. Drake. Tell him I said we’re even if he lets me get on that flight.” Dropping her skirt she faced him, arms crossed and looking quite pleased with herself.

Sighing deeply, afraid even a luscious posterior and a wild tale would not offset the headaches and paperwork about to be unleashed by this lover’s spat, he grabbed her arm.

“Miss Nelson, you are under arrest for suspected theft and public indecency. We will sort the details at my office.”

The Inspector smiled in anticipation as he heard his old friend bellowing protests that he was the injured party, not the suspect. His assistant escorted RJ to a holding room as directed. He decided to let them both stew for a few minutes while he enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee and thought about the next phase of his plan. With any luck he could have this all wrapped up in time for a quiet dinner with his wife. It had been too long since he had left his own handprint on soft skin. A matter to be rectified as soon as possible.

Amy had cried herself out and was left shivering and hollow. How could he do this to her after all they had been through. Telling people she was a common thief.

RJ circled the small room like a tiger in a cage, ready to smash something. He knew better than to give that kind of power to a woman. First chance she got she ran off. As if that wasn’t bad enough she had to humiliate him in front of the entire island.

Inspector Malowii sent his assistant to settle RJ and open the mike and curtain, allowing him to see Amy, but not communicate with her. RJ’s heart dropped at the sight of her swollen eyes. She looked like a lost waif, alone in the world. Then he remembered she chose that over being with him and he shook off the pity.

When the Inspector entered the room Amy roused herself, trying to care what happened next was getting harder as the reality of a life without RJ settled in.

“Look, Officer, I don’t want any trouble. I will drop all charges against Mr. Drake if you will just let me get on a plane out of this nightmare.” she pleaded.

“I am afraid we have a much bigger mess than I can sort out at this point. I have Mr. Drake’s accusations that you removed his property without his permission, I have your accusation that Mr. Drake assaulted you, and I have statements from crew members that you were involved in an intimate relationship with Mr. Drake. So, as you can see, this is difficult to work through. I will need further facts to make a resolution.”

“Look, we were involved, or at least I was. Mr. Drake hired me to be his, um, assistant. We were spending everyday together and I got carried away. I see now that I thought we were falling in love but he was just screwing the hired help. I am an idiot for trusting him, he’s this rich, powerful guy and I am nobody, but I thought he loved me a little…” Amy broke off, sobbing, unable to continue.

“I will give you a moment to compose yourself.” Inspector Malowii quietly left the room, feeling quite sorry for the poor girl and more than a little annoyed with his friend.

RJ felt like he had been sucker punched. She was in love with him, but she ran away at her first chance? He watched through the observation glass as she huddled, sobbing wretchedly. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and smooth away the tears, even after what she had put him through. Jerked from his reverie by the slamming door, he turned to face his old friend.

“Are you satisfied by the mess you have made? Is the girl sufficiently miserable now? Or perhaps you would like me to put her in the dungeon? You can’t simply break up with her; you have to be a total horse’s ass in the process?”

RJ was speechless. In over twenty-five years of friendship he had never heard the calm and quiet raise his voice, much less curse.

“Now, Benjie, you know I would never abuse a woman.” RJ began, only to be cut off.

“Bullocks, your handprints are all over her ass. She showed me.”

RJ surged forward, grabbing his friend by the shirt, roaring like a maniac, his punch stayed by the laughter.

“You are a total and complete ass. That fine woman loves you, God alone knows why, and instead of doing something wise, like marrying her, you treat her like a trollop and accuse her of stealing. Now you think to assault an officer because I had the good fortune to see her lovely posterior. She is lucky to have learned your shortcomings in time.” the inspector slammed out the door in a huff, then leaned against the wall smiling. Things were moving right along. Leave the pot to simmer a few moments then stir, he may get home for dinner after all.

RJ was struck to the core by the truth in his friend’s accusations. He loved Amy and he had treated her unfairly from the start. She was paying for his ex-wife’s shortcomings and it was all his fault. Feeling like a complete bastard he realized Amy was calling his name.

“I am sorry I made you feel bad, RJ, it was wrong of me. Are you sure he can hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am, he can hear you, whether he will choose to listen I cannot guarantee.”

Amy pressed her tear stained face to the window and pleaded her case.

“Please, RJ, just let me leave. You have broken my heart and humiliated me, that should be enough punishment, even for you.”

The door opened and RJ wheeled in. Before Amy could speak he gathered her into his arms and settled her onto his lap.

“I love you, Amy, nothing else matters. We can work out the details later. I overreacted when you ran away, I was hurt and I wanted to hurt you back. I am so sorry.”

“You love me? Why would you treat me that way? Ordering me to town, telling me what to wear? Pretending the week on the island never happened? I can’t go back to being your spanking slave. I won’t do it. Just let me leave, you don’t have to lie to me.”

RJ sighed, he had screwed the pooch on this one and regaining her trust was going to take more time and privacy than was offered by the local gendarmes.

“I am asking a favor. I realize I was a complete ass, I misunderstood and was hurt, in the process I hurt you. I am so sorry, please say you will come back to the boat and try to work this out. I love you, I am mad about you, I was trying to surprise you with a wedding and I got carried away. Please come with me, let’s talk.”

“You planned a surprise wedding? YOU decided I would say yes, so no reason to ask me? Were you planning to TELL me I was getting married?” Amy’s tears disappeared and she jumped from his lap. “You are insufferable. A bully. A, a , a toad!”

Inspector Malowii interrupted the tirade, “You both have much to say to one another, however I believe it is all best served in private. I am dismissing all charges. Miss Nelson, do you agree to return to the boat with Mr. Drake?”

“I guess I have a few more things to say to him.” She glowered.

“Then it is settled, I will call on Miss Nelson in the morning to assure myself she is well and happy and free to leave if she so chooses. Mr. Drake, do not make me regret my generosity in this matter. You are free to go.”

RJ was a nervous wreck waiting for Amy. They had agreed to meet in his study to discuss what had happened and she was late. She knew how crazy he was about punctuality. She left him waiting like a fool, with his heart in his hand, she said he abused her, she called him names, and showed her ass to another man. Just as he settled on that as her biggest sin she walked through the door wearing a smile and a pair of stilettos he had never seen before, hair done, make up in place. While he was stewing about Benjie eyeing what was his, she was primping and showing up late just to spite him.

Without thinking he grabbed her arm threw her over his lap, tossed up her skirt and laid into her backside like there was no tomorrow. Ignoring the screams, the name calling and shrieking he beat a tattoo on her poor globes until they glowed bright red and she settled into quiet sobbing. RJ settled her carefully on his lap, the heat burning his groin as she snuggled tight to him, winding her arms around his neck and they cried together.

Two days later the honorable Inspector Malowii escorted Miss Amy Nelson down the aisle of a small island church. At the intimate reception dinner that followed he laughed to himself at the soft pillow placed thoughtfully on the new bride’s chair.

~o~

A big thanks to my anonymous friend who is such a wonderful writer! You have a way of spinning a story that brings us right in. 

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