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Monday, June 29, 2020

It was not horrible

I know everyone is put off by the idea of a colonoscopy. But for me this is one test I’m not skipping. No one ever wants cancer of any kind, but this one is a particular fear of mine. So I’m all for prevention. 

I couldn’t eat for a day and a half. Not fun, but no big deal. The prep I had to drink didn’t taste bad, through I wouldn’t recommend it as something to sip on. I never felt sick on my stomach, I never had cramps, I just needed to go and I went. By the morning of the test I was as relaxed as could be. The hard part was completely over for me. I went in, put on the lovely hospital gown, spoke with the doctor and the anesthesiologist and they rolled me into the procedure room and told me to get comfortable on my left side.

The next thing I knew it was over and the nurse was offering me some apple juice. That’s it. They found two small polyps, removed them and a half hour later the nurse walked me down to Nick and we came home. I spent the afternoon napping and eating anything I wanted.

For goodness sakes don’t fear this test. It was a piece of cake. Most people only have to have it once every ten years. With our family history I take it ever five and it does feel good to know I’m good for now! Next month is my mammogram! See I’m getting out of the house – go me!

Friday, June 26, 2020

Fantasy Friday Revival - Reunion

Happy Friday everyone. I think you will really like today's story. It from one of the best writers out here in blogland. So have a good read and let this story get you in a great mood for your weekend.  Please enjoy...


As he approached the old lodge hall, Wes could clearly see the huge green and white banner hanging from the front of the building.

- - - Welcome Jefferson HS Class of 1982 - - -

The parking lot was full of every imaginable make and model of vehicle. Some of his classmates had clearly done well. Others, it appeared, were still struggling to establish themselves.

After finding a vacant parking spot in the back of the lot, Wes took a deep breath and reflected for a moment before joining the party. This would be his first class reunion without Beth. He was technically a free man. Unfortunately, this group was pretty well paired up and had been so for years. Wes might well be odd man out. Regardless, he knew it would be great to reconnect with old friends.

Moments later, Wes found himself walking beneath the giant banner and into a swarm of classmates.

“Wesley, my man!” shouted Biff Jenkins. Biff was practically a legend in town for his basketball prowess. He led the Fighting Eagles to the district finals in his senior year. His wife, cute, petite, and reserved, seemed almost his opposite.

“Hi Wes!” Wes knew that voice immediately. When he spun around, there before him stood Mandy Miller. Although normally outgoing and a capable conversationalist, Wes felt momentarily tongue-tied.

“Oh. Hi, Mandy. How are you?” He felt strangely nervous greeting someone he had once known so well. Because her maiden name started with the same letter as his, they seemed to sit together in many of their classes.

“I’m doing great. Bruce and I split up three years ago and it’s been a rebirth for me.” She looked great, Wes thought. Mandy was no longer the lanky girl in the sparkling majorette uniform. No, time and life had sculpted her into a beautifully mature woman.

“How about you? Is Beth here?”

“No,” Wes related slowly, “We’re divorced now.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” With that, Mandy took Wes’ hand and squeezed it.

“Please don’t be. Like you, I’m building a new life.” Wes recalled that he would have given anything in high school just to hold Mandy’s hand. He gently returned her squeeze.

Just then, the DJ started a favorite Cars song. Wes gestured toward the dance floor in the center of the big hall and asked, “Shall we?” Mandy nodded her agreement.

As they danced through two or three new wave classics, Wes learned that Mandy still lived in town and that her younger daughter was just finishing college. He shared how his dedication to his career had driven a wedge between him and Beth. He had learned from this experience and vowed to be a dedicated partner in his next relationship.

Mandy explained to Wes that her ex-husband was very conventional and wasn’t interested in meeting her needs. She lived with this frustration for years until she learned that he had been unfaithful. The split, when it came, merely formalized what had already happened long before.

Mandy and Wes stuck together for most of the evening. They were even asked once if they were a couple.

“No,” Wes replied, “We’re just really good friends who’ve been apart way too long.” And so they were.

It was enjoyable to walk around to each of the tables and become reacquainted with so many old friends. The turnout was excellent and the stories were remarkably varied. Some classmates had joyous achievements. Others had tragically lost loved ones. Some beamed about their children’s accomplishments. A few had chosen less traditional paths.

With each chance they had to talk, Wes found himself more enchanted with Mandy. She had been beyond his imagination in high school. A mere geek could never compete with a stud football player like Bruce. He was just her study buddy. Yet, she had always been so sweet and so friendly. And now, here she was, holding his hand and shining that lovely smile.

Later, Wes and Mandy shared a slow dance. The song was Sweet Love by the Commodores. Embracing Mandy felt like the fulfillment of a dream that Wes never realized he held. When she snuggled closer, he knew he had to find out whether they could have a future together.

By eleven thirty, the party began to wind down. It would soon be breaking up. How, he wondered, could Wes freeze this moment in time, or better still, allow it to continue. Mandy beat him to it.

“Would you like to stop over at my place for a drink?”

“Yes, I’d love to…”

As he drove across town, Wes could hardly believe his good fortune. He wanted to demonstrate his enthusiasm, but without scaring her off. In the end, he decided to act natural and see what transpired.

Mandy’s house was small, but decorated in a colorful, imaginative fashion that reflected the woman herself. When she offered Wes the promised drink, he opted for water because of the lateness of the hour and his long drive home. He thought he spotted a gleam in her eye when she nonchalantly said, “Oh yeah, right.”

The two talked for the next hour exchanging personal experiences, remembrances, and perspectives. Finally, Mandy fell silent.

“What?” Wes inquired. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes,” she muttered slowly, “I just need to ask you something.”

“Sure, what is it?” They had talked about everything from parenthood to politics. Wes couldn’t imagine what could make her pause like this.

“I hope you don’t think I’m weird…” Mandy drew a long, slow breath as if to muster her courage before starting again. “OK, once, a long time ago, Beth and I were at a club with some girlfriends. We were all really tipsy. Maybe I’m insane, but I distinctly remember Beth telling me that you spanked her.”

Wes wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, I…”

“She told me that it was absolutely delicious and that she loved it.”

“Well, yes, we did…”

“Ah, so it is true! I have to tell you that from that moment until this one, I’ve envied Beth. I’ve had an interest in spanking since I was in grade school. I even looked up words in the dictionary.”

“So, you’re a spanking enthusiast too?”
“Yes! But Bruce had zero interest in spanking me. I felt totally rejected.”

“So,” Wes observed with a wry smile, “I guess that brings us to tonight.”

“Would you…?”

“It will be a genuine pleasure.”

“OK, that’s great. I need to go and get something.” With that, Mandy zipped upstairs. As she departed, Wes couldn’t help admiring her curved derrière wiggling beneath her skirt. It had been the inspiration for more than one teenage fantasy.

Mandy was almost sprinting when she returned to the living room. She carried a thick wooden paddle.

“I bought this last year at the fraternity/sorority store for the day I finally get my spanking. I’ve even tried spanking myself with it, but it didn’t work very well.

Wes placed his arms around her. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips.

“I want tonight to be an event to remember. I have no desire to beat you black and blue with that paddle. For what you need, my hand will serve nicely.”

Wes set the paddle aside and slid over to the center of the couch.

“I’ve never done this before, Wes.”

“I know. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“OK, good. Shall I get undressed?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Just drape yourself across my lap and I’ll lift your skirt.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea…” Mandy positioned herself face down with her torso on Wes’ lap.

“Is this where you dreamed you would be?”

“Oh my, yes. Let’s start.”

“For this first time, I will stop spanking if you ask me to stop. If you don’t ask, I will assume that it’s all right to continue. This will hurt a bit, but I doubt it will be anything you can’t handle.”


Wes lifted the hem of Mandy’s skirt. There, before his eyes was the rounded bottom he had admired so many times – swimming and sunning at the pool in an orange bikini, twirling a baton at football games in her green sequined leotard, or dancing at sock hops in tight fitting blue jeans. Now, clad in lacy aqua panties, it was his to spank.

The first swat was barely more than a tap, but it elicited a shiver of anticipatory joy from Mandy. The second was firmer, but not hard. Wes could tell from the tautness of her bottom that Mandy had been working out. Successive spanks increased in intensity. Wes noted little squeals of happiness escaping from between Mandy’s lips. Soon, he was delivering solid blows to both cheeks. She responded by grinding her hips against his leg.

Wes interpreted this motion as a signal to continue. He pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. He grinned when Mandy lifted her pelvis to aid in his unveiling. Again he spanked, but this time, each strike was accompanied by the distinctive sound of flesh impacting against flesh. Mandy’s utterances were closer to moans of passion than cries of pain.

After a few minutes, Wes slowed his pace and began to intersperse rubs with the swats. At first, he caressed her pleasantly reddened bottom. Finding an appreciative reception, his attention moved to her feminine folds. Mandy’s panting grew more urgent until she exclaimed, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you to please, please make love to me.”

And so began a whole new story…


Now if this doesn't get you in the mood to go to your next high school reunion I guess nothing will. This story was written by probably the best known spanko blogger we have, Bonnie! If you haven't read many of Bonnie's stories I think it is well worth the time to dive into her archives. She has many great ones. Thank you Bonnie,  for sharing this story with Fantasy Friday.

Most of you seem to be enjoying the old Fantasy Friday stories but I am still hoping for new one to be submitted. If you are willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

You want to feel productive? Try some of these...

Are you feeling sluggish? Sitting at home all day? Not feeling productive? You may be more productive than you realize. You just have to look at it in a different way. I feel like the following things are very productive!

·       Reading a book (just a few suggestions)

·       Writing a book
·       Listening to a book
·       Leaving a review on Amazon for a book you liked.
·       Cleaning – general or closets and drawers
·       Planting flowers

·       Drawing
·       Grooming or playing with pets
·       Starting or finishing a TV series you’ve been meaning to watch

·       Sewing, cross stitching, needle point, making masks
·       Giving yourself a facial
·       Showering or taking a leisure bath

·       Organize your old pictures. You don’t have to put them in albums, just a generalizations by years or person. Your kids will thank you.

·       Call/text/message someone you haven’t talked to in a while.

·       Laundry

·       Folding Laundry

·       Putting laundry away – realize these are three separate events. 

·       Exercising – walking, biking, weights, swimming, stretching to reach a margarita 

·       Cooking, especially baking

·       Boxing up baked goods and shipping them to nice blogger who goes by initials.

·       Going through your spanking implements and sex toys – throw out broken ones (or ones you really hate), look online for replacements, replace batteries, remember to place a note in with your toys, should your kids come across them after you die, explaining it was all in good fun and you both enjoyed your playtimes enormously and for the kids to get over it!

·       Reading blogs

·       And the very best one – commenting on the blogs you read.

Doing that makes you very productive! Give it a try!

Monday, June 22, 2020

Something to look forward to

That’s what we all want isn’t it? Through all this mess that’s going on we’re all hoping for an end in sight. Although I’ve probably been inconvenienced as little as anyone during the shutdown, I was gratefully happy to have two events, far enough in the future, to look forward to.

I love our yearly family reunion! I’ve written about it here for years. We call it the ‘cousin’s reunion’ and we often speak of how proud our grandparents and would be that we began this and that our own parents' generations would be happy that we continue to get together. 

We began this in 1984, the year after Nick and I married and we’ve had it every year since. That’s thirty-six years and for thirty-five of those years it’s been held at our house.  Nick loves it because it’s the one time of year he knows I’ll clean. One cousin brings the food for our Saturday night dinner and I do Sunday lunch.

But after much discussion and thought, we’ve called it off for this year. Our children’s generation haven’t bought into this in a big way so most of those who do attend are over sixty and one aunt who still comes is in her early nineties.  They come from all over, their worry is not only about the travel but also staying in a hotel. I hate it, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea to have it. Hopefully we’ll pick up where we left off next year.

With that decision I only had one big event on my calendar – my niece's wedding at the end of September. I was really looking forward to that since Mollie is the maid-of-honor. I went with her to get her dress and she is going to be beautiful! 

But the day after we decided to cancel the reunion my sister called to tell me they’ve decided to postpone the wedding for a year. Part of the reason is that the groom working in Japan – at a well-paying job that he loves. If he comes home he would have to quarantine for two weeks here and then two weeks there, when he goes back. Being out of work for four weeks would cause him to lose his job. What a mess! So that’s marked off my ‘to look forward’ calendar also.

Lest you think I have nothing to look forward to, I’m thrilled to announce that I have a colonoscopy scheduled for Friday. As Leslie Jordan would say … 

Friday, June 19, 2020

Fantasy Friday - The Road Trip

I've really enjoyed looking back at all the old Fantasy Fridays. I keep finding little surprises, like this one. I had forgotten this story. But I love this writer! I mean I really love him. The writer of this one is Nick. He also took the last two pictures.

I hope you'll enjoy...

The Road Trip

It had been a hectic and stressful week and Eric was more than ready to get out of the city. That was why he and Jennifer were heading up along the coast road with a camera and picnic basket and hopes for a nice relaxing day.
They hadn’t traveled far when the fog started to roll in off the ocean, but at this time of year it could also disappear at a moment’s notice. Eric seemed unconcerned about the change of conditions but Jen started complaining, "too cool for a picnic" and "too foggy to get any good pictures along the beach". 
Eric tried to ignore the complaining and continued driving while considering the possibilities of salvaging the day. He turned away from the coast in an attempt to get above the fog. After fifteen minutes driving up the twisting road the fog became even denser and the driving became more difficult. Jen’s complaining also became more annoying, “great idea taking this curvy road-waste of time- I’d rather be shopping.”

Between trying to concentrate on the vanishing road and listening to the complaints, Eric’s relaxing drive had turned sour. After enduring another barrage of complaints and suggestions to turn around, Eric wordlessly pulled off the road at a safe spot and switched off the engine. Walking around and opening her door, Eric took Jen’s hand and said quietly, “we need to take a walk”. The look on Jen’s face said she knew she had gone too far. Although they had only been together about six months she knew Eric would not tolerate griping. She also knew what the consequences were likely to be.
Holding her hand, Eric led Jen along a faint trail into the woods. It was very quiet and the fog was giving everything an eerie feeling. Stopping by a large fallen hemlock, Eric explained that what had started as a pleasant drive was being spoiled, not by the weather, but by her attitude and complaining.
Eric told Jen to drop her jeans and bend over the log. Jen looked startled and embarrassed. Although they were well away from the road, the thought of receiving the upcoming spanking outdoors with no real guarantee of privacy sent an extra chill down her spine. The fog did provide some additional seclusion as someone would have to be really close to see anything. Knowing that Eric was dead serious and recognizing the truth in the charges, Jen accepted the inevitable and turned toward the fallen tree and lowered her jeans.
Eric removed the belt from his slacks and started a slow rhythmic assault on her panty-clad bottom. After about twenty good licks, Eric lowered Jen’s panties from her reddened butt. Jen shivered at the increase in vulnerability, both real and perceived. A slight rustling of leaves caught their ears and they both turned in the direction of the sound. A deer was trotting toward them, but upon spotting them made a sharp turn and bounded away into the misty woods. Eric returned his attention to Jen’s now fully exposed ass and gave her twenty more with the belt, the last ten delivered with considerable force, causing Jen to squirm, yelp and promise to improve her attitude. Eric turned Jen around and took her into his arms. She hugged him tightly and apologized for the way she had been acting. 
Eric told her things would be fine. As Jen was pulling up her jeans she noticed the fog was getting thinner, maybe this was a sign that the day was not lost. A movement about 100 feet away caught their eyes. This time it was not wildlife but a young couple seemingly frozen in their tracks, apparently having witnessed a good portion of what had just happened. Eric merely nodded at them and taking Jen’s hand turned and retraced their path back to the road.
The drive was completed without additional complaints. They found a trail with signs leading to a waterfall. After finishing their picnic, they hiked to the waterfall where the fog added its own magic to their surroundings.


 Now did it really happen ...? No of course not. I would never be that snotty and hard to get along with. But shortly after we took these pictures I did get two outdoor spankings and they were fun, fun, fun! I wish he'd write more.

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Monday, June 15, 2020

Three in one?

This was an interesting weekend for me. Nick headed off on a golf weekend. And Mollie headed to the beach. I usually love Nick’s golf weekends. I can do whatever I like – stay up late, eat when and what I want, and write to my heart’s content without feeling guilty. It didn’t work out quite that way since I had to dog sit for my grand dog.

She stared at me longing every time I ate. She wanted to play when I wanted to write, she even stood staring down the hall letting me know she felt it was time for bed! Oh well, what’s a grandmother to do?

But it was a good weekend and despite the guilt inducing stares I wrote over 3,000 words – excellent for me. But I got the real surprise of the weekend on Sunday afternoon. I got a text from my niece. Lovely woman, we’ve always gotten along beautifully, but we’ve never been particularly close. 

Her text asked if she could talk to me. Um… what? Well sure I told her. Call any time.

Her response was, “Could we meet in person? Would you have time this afternoon?”

Well that sounded serious and I told her –  absolutely, come ahead. So as I straighten a little for her I’m wondering what in the world. Her parents live close by, I always assumed she was closer to her other aunts. Why would she want to talk to me?

Then it hit me, I only have expertise in two areas. Writing spanking books and being the mother of a gay child. My niece does not write.

I have ‘known’ for a long time that her sixteen-year-old son is gay. I obviously never cared, but I noticed the only time he looks up from his phone is when I mention LJ or Collin and when I do he hangs on my every word. That and other things were big clues to me.

She began with, “You know about Sam, don’t you?” and I assured her I did. And then I just let her talk. She’s know for a while she just wanted to talk to someone who shared her experience. His dad’s fine with it as are his grandparents. And Sam is out at school and perfectly happy with himself. Her greatest worry is her thirteen year old daughter whose prissy, preppy, conservative, ‘Christian,’ friends have all dumped her

As an adult I want to say, screw the little bitches. But when you’re thirteen and your friends dump you … well that’s just hard.

My niece was also greatly surprised that there were three gay guys in our family. There’s LJ  of course, my nephew (who’s mom say is just in a phase. He’s twenty-six and this ‘phase’ has lasted more than twenty years now. But she’s sure you can ‘pray the gay away.’ Gag!) And now Sam.

I told her this three in one was no surprise. I’m in a ‘mothers of gay offspring’ FB group and many of these moms have more than one gay child. I feel for my niece many of her friends are/were the mothers of the little middle school bitches. 

I tried to assure her this was nothing – embrace it! She’s always going to have a gay son – stand by him proudly! I wouldn’t make LJ straight for anything. If I did he would be a different person and that would be tragic.  

I’m so glad she came to me (instead of my conservative SIL). I think I helped her relax a little. I told her we could talk any time she liked and that if her daughter wanted to talk to Mollie, she’d always be available.

It makes me wonder – Nick’s family has never been supportive of LJ and now there is a gay child in three of the four families … as my nephew said, “They better get used to us. We’re going to outnumber them soon!”

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Fantasy Friday - No Angel, part two

I'm back with part two. You can click here for part one or just scroll down.

No Angel
part two

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" commanded the angry voice behind her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Angela Joy stopped dead in her tracks, whirled around and then she blew. "Any frikkin' place I please!" she declared to Larry. Her eyes were huge with rage, she was breathing hard and her fists were clenched.

"Not so fast!" he said. "Where did this come from? Why are you so pissed off?"

"I'm not pissed off! I'm wasting my time! I'm outta here!" Angela Joy reached for the doorknob. Larry's hand quickly followed and covered her hand, keeping her from opening the door. "Turn loose, asswipe!" She grunted and struggled to turn the knob.

"Angela Joy! Stop! Stop this instant! What is going on here?" He pried her hand from the doorknob, took her by the shoulders and turned her to look at him. She kept her gaze riveted to a point just beyond his right shoulder and refused to meet his eyes.

'Just like a man,' she thought. 'He doesn't want me. He doesn't even care. Why am I wasting my time?'

"Can we go talk in the living room?" Larry asked. Angela Joy didn't answer, but she didn't resist him guiding her towards the sofa. She sat down in a huff. Larry sat next to her and turned to take her hands.

"Why are you angry, Angela Joy? You came in here with a huge chip on your shoulder. You were late. Something is obviously wrong. What is it?" Larry asked.

She sat looking at him, wrestling with the demons inside. She was tired of being alone. She was tired of not being understood. She was fed up with men in general and Larry in particular. The harder she tried, the faster the words escaped her. To her growing anger and frustration she couldn't bring forth any explanation.

"I think you're pretty used to letting your anger ruin things when they seem to be going too well," Larry declared. "I think you have some foolish notion that I'm like every other man that has come along, used you, didn't understand you and then left. I think you've been looking for someone to take you away from all your frustration and pain for a very long time. I think you're testing me right now to see if I could possibly be that man. Am I right?"

Angela Joy looked at him in confusion. How had he managed to put his finger on the pulse of her pain like that? How had he found her out without her ever telling him?


"You, young lady, have lived an undisciplined life," Larry told her. "You've lived life by your own rules and they're messed up, aren't they?"

Angela Joy looked away.

"You've been longing for someone to understand you, understand your needs, someone who can help you get your act together. Am I not right?" He declared. Angela Joy continued looking around the room. "Look at me and answer me right now, young lady. Am I not right?"

"Yes," came her whispered reply.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, um, you're right?" she whispered.

"'Yes, sir, you're right! Say it!" Larry demanded of Angela Joy.

"Yes, sir, you're right!" she said with as much force as she could muster.

"You need to be disciplined! Your behavior and your attitudes are both destructive and self-sabotaging. The sad thing is, you know it, but you won't do a damned thing about it. You keep on acting as if things will magically change and one day, you'll wake up with everything you want without ever learning why you act the way you do. You'll continue to go from one heartbreak to another if you keep up with your behaviors." Larry sat back and watched the emotions play across Angela Joy's face. He knew she was capable of being a kind and loving person. He'd seen it many times. He'd also seen her little attitudes, but chose to let them be hers until the day came that one of them affected him and his peace of mind. The day had arrived.

Angela Joy fought with the towering rage that was building inside of her! How dare he? How dare he say she had a bad attitude? How dare he say she'd continue to be unhappy unless she changed and what the hell did he mean by "discipline?"


"Discipline?" she shrieked. "You and who's damned army?"

"Trust me, little girl, I'm an army of one!" Larry was on his feet. "Stand up, right now!" he barked. Angela Joy hopped to her feet. She'd not been able to stop herself. Larry sat back down on the sofa. Grabbing Angela Joy's left wrist, he pulled her across his lap.

Shrieking and kicking, Angela Joy toppled forward. "Son of a bitch, let me up!" Larry flung his right leg over her and pinned her between his legs. She bucked and kicked and flailed, doing her best to squirm her way out of Larry's grasp. He pinned her arm across her back and with his free right hand, flipped up the hem of her skirt.

"You've been asking for this for a very long time, little girl, and I'm here to see you get everything you've asked for!" Larry's hand came down with a stinging slap to her nearly bare bottom. Angela Joy had dressed for sex and was wearing one of her prettiest thongs. It offered no protection from the hand that was slapping her wriggling butt.

"I had hoped this evening would end up with me over you, not you over my knee!" Larry grunted as he spanked Angela Joy's beautiful backside. His hand prints were turning into a blur of angry hot pink as he continued to rain spank after spank. His hand was beginning to sting, but he was still pissed off at her.

"Your attitude sucks!" he declared. "You came dressed for sex and thought being a bitch would turn me on! Didn't work, did it?" He continued to paddle her butt. "You've got a lot to learn, little girl, if you want to be with a man like me. And the first thing is, I'm the head of this household and if you're going to be a part of this household you need to learn it and quick!"

Angela Joy's bottom was flaming. Her struggles had not produced freedom, Larry was far too strong for her. She became still and hoped Larry's punishment would end soon. As she lay across his lap, her butt exposed to the room and Larry's powerful hand, she began to listen to what he was saying to her. He was right, her attitude did suck. She hated it, but once it started she felt consumed by it and had to let it run it's course. She felt she had no control of it. He was right, she did want to be with a man like him. She wanted to be with someone who wouldn't let her get away with anything. "Part of this household..." began ringing through her mind. "Part of this household..." The tears began to flow and soon Angela Joy's slender shoulders were shaking from the strength of her sobs.

Larry stopped spanking when the tears started. Carefully, he released his grasp and helped her stand up. Angela Joy reached behind her and began to rub her hot and insulted bottom. The tears streamed down her face and she began to hiccup, just like she always did when she cried too hard.

Taking her hand, Larry guided her to his bedroom. The room was filled with the fragrance of burning aromatic candles. Larry had set a lovely scene for their first lovemaking and this was not lost on Angela Joy. She began to cry harder when she realized how close she'd come to ruining something wonderful before it had even started.

"Shh, shh, little one," Larry whispered against her soft blonde hair as he held her in his arms. "It's going to be okay. I'll take care you. Quiet. Come lay down with me. We have some unfinished business."


Ahhhhh.... that was satisfying! I hope you enjoyed CeeCi story. I'm still in touch with this wonderful woman, but not often I'm sad to say. I can tell you she is as amazing and creative as ever.

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Friday, June 12, 2020

Fantasy Friday revival - No Angel

Here's a Fantasy Friday from 2009. It was written by a very dear old friend. It's in two parts, but I'll put the second part up tomorrow.

Please enjoy...

No Angel

"Fine! Go! And fuck you!" Angela Joy hurled the last insult at Matt's back as he headed out the door. 'Asshole!' she thought to herself. 'Good bye and good riddance...waste of time!' She crossed the living room in three angry strides, flung the door open and yelled, "I hope you rot in hell!" She slammed the door with enough force to rattle the apartment windows and send the cat diving under the sofa for safety.

Suddenly, the tears came. Hot and painful, her throat clenched, her heart clenched and she collapsed to the floor in a bout of hysterical sobbing. Another one, gone. Another one, not man enough to understand her. Another one to desert her. Her wailing sent the cat running from the room. Misery kept her on the floor for many minutes, until her sobs became quieter and her tears gave way to hiccups.

"Crap!" she muttered and got up to make her way to the kitchen for a glass of water.


"Your total today is $36.42." Angela Joy looked at the customer taking up space in her check-out with boredom and an air of contempt. 'Slow, old woman,' she thought, 'just gimme the damn coupons and get out of my line.' The customer finally obliged and Angela began ringing up the next shopper in line.

"I have a carton of water in the cart,” said a pleasant, masculine voice.

Angela Joy looked up, ready to retort that she'd noticed it, did he think she was a moron or something? The words caught in her throat as she gazed into the sexiest, darkest brown eyes she'd ever encountered.

"Um, yeah, thanks...I got it,” she told him. Everything seemed to come to a halt. The ringing and beeping of the other registers faded away. The noise of unruly kids vanished, no rattling carts, no hum from the coolers at the back of the store, it was just the two of them and Angela Joy was smitten.  As she gazed at the man her hands slowed and then stopped.

"Earth to Checker. Earth to Checker, come in Checker."

Angela Joy snapped out of her stupor and began sliding the remaining items across the scanner. Her thoughts quickly turned to finding a way to introduce herself to the handsome hunk standing in front of her.

"Angela Joy," she stated. "My name is Angela Joy, not 'Checker.' I'm sure you have a name too, other than 'Customer.'"

"Larry. Nice to meet you Angela Joy. I've been shopping here for a while and this is the first time I've seen you working here. Are you new?" he inquired.

"Yes," she told him. "I just moved here from Granston. I needed a change of scenery and so far I'm liking the view around here." She bestowed her most inviting and flirtatious smile upon him. "I'm a bit lonely though, being new in town and all. I hope that I can meet some nice people working here."

Larry was not immune to her charms. He was single again after many years in a decaying relationship. 'No time like the present,' he thought and took a giant leap, one that sealed the fate of two lonely people.

"Want to get a bite to eat with me tonight?"


The dinner lead to another dinner, which lead to more time spent together. Angela Joy was on her best behavior when she was with Larry. He was handsome and witty and generous. He showered her with little gifts and treated her with respect. He frustrated her because he was so old-fashioned. She took delight in teasing him about wanting to wait until they knew one another better before moving their relationship to a more intimate level. Angela Joy wasn't used to waiting, but Larry wouldn't change his mind.

After nearly two months of dating, Angela Joy and Larry decided an evening spent cooking and listening to music at his place would be a nice way to spend time together. Angela Joy, horny and determined, knew it would be 'the night' and if it wasn't, Lord help Larry. Her temper had a twitchy finger on the hair trigger.

Dressed as seductively as her checker's income allowed, Angela Joy arrived at Larry's house a few minutes late. Making him wait seemed like a great way to get his attention. She sashayed up the walk way and rang the doorbell. As she waited she looked around her, admiring the neatly trimmed yard and the freshly swept sidewalk. When her summons went unanswered, she rang the doorbell again, holding it a bit longer to be certain Larry knew she was waiting. Her attitude was beginning to shift from sexy and seductive to perturbed and pouty.

Larry opened the door to find a changed Angela Joy on his doorstep. "There you are," he said. "I was beginning to get worried something had happened. You're 20 minutes late."

"Yeah, yeah," Angela Joy muttered as she flounced into the house. "I'm here now, so chill."

Larry wasn't too pleased with the attitude, but decided life was too short to let a little bit of bitchiness spoil the evening. "Come in to the kitchen," he invited his guest, "I was just getting ready to pour myself some wine. Would you care for a glass?"

Angela Joy followed him into the tidy room and seated herself on a stool at the breakfast bar. "Oh. Chardonnay. Yeah, I guess I can choke some of that down." As she reached for the wine glass, Larry pulled it away from her.

"Do you not like Chardonnay?" he asked.

"It'll do," Angela Joy replied and reached for the wine again. Larry did not extend the glass towards her. He was confused. Who was this woman sitting in his kitchen? The last time they'd been together, she was sweet and filled with laughter. Tonight, she was surly and acting as if her presence was some sort of a sacrifice. He'd hoped the evening would be the night the two of them finally moved their friendship to the next level. He was ready for a relationship with Angela Joy, but not with the woman seated across from him.

Angela Joy was becoming annoyed. 'Is he going to give me the flippin' glass or not?' she whined internally. 'Asshole, don't tease me, don't play with me.' Her lower lip moved out of its own accord and she crossed her arms in a huff.

"Whoa!" Larry exclaimed. "What flew up your butt?" He laughed as Angela Joy fumed.

'So much for seductive,' she thought, 'I wouldn't sleep with him if he had the last cock on the planet.' She leapt out of her chair and stormed down the hall making her way to the front door.

to be continued...


This story is by CeeCi a lovely and talented former blogger. Not only is she one of the best writers I know, she also created the header and background not only of this blog, but the Cassie's Space blog also. That one is still my favorite of all time. Come back tomorrow for the rest of the story.