How my days go

You know I like to post a couple of time a week to let everyone know I'm alive and well and hope you're the same. I have been doing my best to get two Cassie books finished. Hopefully at least the first one will be ready to send in by October. But I thought you might like to see how my day usually goes when I stay home to write.

If it's hard to read, it begins

Hmm - I need a break. Maybe I'll stand up and stretch.
... and as long as I'm up maybe I'll grab a coffee...
...now that I've got a coffee, maybe I'll have a cookie...
... if I'm having a cookie maybe I'll just make a sandwich too...
...since I'm eating maybe I'll watch a little Netflex...

In bed with her husband:

Her: I didn't get a darn thing done today.
Him: Why don't you try taking a break once in a while.

This is way more true than it should be.

But on rare occasions I do leave the house and it often feels like this

I hope all of you all are adulting as much as you need to.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Fate, part two

Happy Friday! As promised here is the second part of Annie's story, Fate. If you didn't read the first part you can click here to find it.

Fate

part two

Josie buried her head under the covers, hiding from the persistent ringing. It was Sunday, her day off, and she was not ready to get up, much less talk to anyone.

The machine finally picked up, followed by the deep sexy drawl of Mr. Warner. Lunging for the phone, Josie groaned at the unfamiliar soreness in her backside, and paused. Confused by her response to his assault last night she decided to see what he had to say for himself. His voice brought back the sensation of fire and the bewildering sense of safety when he held her afterwards. As he talked Josie lost herself in a fantasy of what should have happened last night, lightly rubbing her bottom, thinking of his big hands sliding over her.

Cal hung up the phone, annoyed with her and thoroughly pissed at himself. She was home, he could see her car from his front window, she just didn't want to talk to him. Damn, the most interesting woman he had met in a year, and he had to scare her off on the first date. Not to mention losing out on some home cooking at her aunt's. All he could do was give her a few days to cool off and try again.

Josie called Bella, just to check in, see what was planned for dinner. She had decided to let Cal hang for a few days, just so he didn't think he could treat her that way again. She was not ready to admit to anyone, not even herself, that she was thoroughly infatuated with him.

"I'm so glad you called, sweetie. I just talked to your friend, Cal, and invited him for dinner. Do you think you could pick him up? It is so hard to give directions to someone new to town."

"What? Why did he call you? He doesn't even know you."

"But I called him, to ask him for dinner. Don't you remember? Last night I invited him for today, I wanted him to know it wasn't just a polite thing to do. Now I have to run, please try to be on time for once, and do bring a bottle of wine. A nice red for the main course. Ciao."

Josie was furious with her aunt for interfering, and excited that she would get to see him after all. She replayed his message for the number, called but got his machine, and left a short, impersonal message letting him know she would pick him up, at Bella's request, and to be ready at 3:30 sharp.

*****

Bella hummed happily while she rolled out fresh pasta. What a treat to have someone new to cook for, and a handsome someone at that. She knew her niece was flighty, and probably didn't realize what a catch he was. It was the same with her and Anthony, in the beginning. Her Aunt Tessa helped her see what a good man Anthony was, and now she could do the same for her Josie.

Homemade lasagna, fresh bread, salad from her garden, and zabaglione for dessert. He looked like a man who knew how to enjoy a good meal. Maybe the prospect of Sunday dinners would out weigh the fact that Josie could barely boil water.

*****

Cal decided not to return Josie's call, no sense giving her a chance to beg off. He would wait until she came to get him and put on his best behavior. At least Bella seemed to like him. Grabbing the phone book and a map he set out to get ready for his first skirmish in what promised to be a very interesting war.

*****

Josie threw the dress across the room in frustration. There were clothes tossed everywhere as she tried to find something that gave just the right impression. So far everything was too dressy, too casual, or too frumpy. She usually wore jeans to Bella's but that seemed too casual. She finally settled on a coral silk dress, sleeveless and clingy, but casual enough with bare legs and sandals, and just short enough to make him look twice. Satisfied with the results at last she headed for his door.

Cal greeted her at his doorstep with a single red rose, a kiss on the cheek and a suitably admiring look.

"Are you always late?" he asked.

"I'm not late, I said 3:30, and it isn't even 4 yet."

He decided to let it slide this time, she seemed prepared to pretend last night had never happened, maybe they could start over, get to know each other. Gathering the flowers for his hostess and several bottles of wine he followed her out to the car, mesmerized by the way her full bottom swayed under the short skirt. Her tiny sports car was not made for comfort, especially for a man his size, but the deep bucket seat caused her skirt to ride high on her tanned thighs and offered plenty of distraction.

"Fasten your seatbelt, Josie."

"Oh, I never use one, it just wrinkles my clothes." Josie put the car in gear and started to back out of the parking space, only to find his hand clamped over hers like a band of steel.

"Put your seatbelt on now."

Something in his tone sent a shiver right through her and her bottom started tingling. Mumbling under her breath about wrinkling her good dress she fastened the seat belt. There was a good ten miles of curvy country road between town and Bella's house, she would make sure he felt every dip and turn.

*****

Bella heard the car coming up the long drive and went to the porch to greet them.
The look on his face was enough to know things were not going smoothly, and Josie was dressed to kill. Ignoring the tension that simmered between them, Bella took genuine pleasure in the lovely bouquet of flowers and noted the wine was several notches above what Josie normally picked.

"Take Cal out to the patio, Josie. It is so pretty today, I thought we would eat out there. I want to get these in water. You can show him the gardens."

Not even Josie could ignore a direct order from Bella. Strolling along the flagstone paths was relaxing, Josie had no idea how spectacular the gardens were but Cal kept up a running commentary on the types of plants, what they were good for, and whether they had raised them on his family farm. After a loose stone caused her to lurch into him, it seemed natural for him to take her hand. Bella watched from the kitchen, noting his interest in the plants and the way he watched Josie when she ran ahead to the old swing. There was potential here that her niece couldn't see. She needed a steady, smart man who wouldn't put up with her nonsense, and Mr. Cal Warner was looking like a real contender.

*****

"I never thought I would see the day, but Miss Bella, you are as fine a cook as my dear old granny. A toast to beautiful women who can cook."

Cal raised his glass and touched the rim to hers, when he turned to Josie she was leaving the table with a mumbled excuse. He started to go after her but Bella stopped him.

"Cal, I have enjoyed this evening, no matter what happens between you and my niece, I hope you will come again. I would like for us to become friends. Having said that, I hope you will forgive me for being blunt. Josie is like a daughter to me, I love her dearly, but I am not blind to her faults. She can be petty and irritating and rude, she is also sweet and kind and honest. My sister let her run wild after her father died, she needs a man who is willing to set some limits and capable of enforcing them."

Bella glanced at Cal to see how he was reacting.

"Josie reminds me of myself in my younger years. I was so full of myself. My Anthony looked past my faults, he showed me how to grow up. We worked together for 20 years. We loved, fought, got through our disappointments and built a good life together. I miss him everyday. I want the same kind of man for Josie. If you aren't serious, don't start reforming her. The first man that makes her behave is going to own her heart."

Cal drained his glass and took a minute to respond. These two women were the nicest thing to happen to him in quite a while, he didn't want to spoil this.

"Bella, I appreciate your candor. I believe you want only good things for Josie. I have no idea where we will end up. Hell, I don't even know what I said that made her mad enough to leave the table. All I can do is be myself and wait to see how it all turns out."

"Oh sweetie, I can tell you what made her mad. You made a point of appreciating something she can't do. Josie may be cute as they come, but the girl can not cook."

"What ever happened to make a beautiful woman so insecure?"

"Ah, that, my friend, you will have to figure out for yourself. Now it is getting late. I hope you will come again, I cook every Sunday, now that you know the way you are welcome any time."

Before Cal could respond Josie's voice cut in from the doorway.

"I hate to tear you away from such a good time, Cal, but I need to get back to town. Thanks for dinner Bella." With that, she stomped off to the car.

The ride home was silent, she pointedly ignored any attempt at conversation, making it clear she was furious with him but not revealing why. Cal gave up and let her pout until she pulled up to his door.

"I would like to ask you in, but you are upset about something and I think we better get it cleared up now."

Josie got out of the car, stalked to his side, opened the door and motioned for him to get out. Thinking she meant to go into the apartment with him. He was startled when she slammed the door, went around the car, got in and drove off. Exasperated, he went inside.

*****

Tired of pacing, Cal went to her doorstep and sat in the dark for over an hour until she drove up. Relieved she was okay, and ready for a fight he waited until she walked up to him without speaking.

"If you think you can use me to get to Bella and then expect to treat me the way you did last night you are mistaken." Josie burst into tears and rushed past him, fumbling with the key.

Cal took the key, opened the door and followed her inside, his head spinning.

"You are mad because you think I am interested in your aunt?"

"I certainly don't care who you go out with, but I want to be clear that if you assault me again I will go to the police. Now please leave."

Cal burst out laughing, even though he knew it would only make things worse, he couldn't contain it. The thought that he was interested in Bella was absurd and he wasn't leaving until she understood that.

"Come here." He sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him.

Before she could protest, he dried her tears with his handkerchief, pulled her onto his lap and kissed her thoroughly. Josie was swept away with the sensation of his tongue teasing her mouth, she had been thinking about his kisses all evening. Just as he relaxed and began to hope she was over her jealousy she stiffened in his arms, drew back and slapped him hard enough to draw blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You two-timing prick!" The rest of her tirade was interrupted by being tossed over his lap. "You bastard, don't you dare hit me. I'll scream until the police come."

Any further threats were cut off by the sharp crack of his palm against her pantied bottom. He peppered her with hard smacks until the skin around her panties showed dusky pink. Pausing long enough to slip them to her knees Cal pulled her close and started over. Threats to call the police turned into promises to be good. By the time he had covered her entire bottom and started working his way down the backs of her thighs the promises had turned to sobbing.

"I will discuss anything you want. I will tell you the truth about anything you ask me. I will not put up with your rudeness. I certainly will not put up with being slapped in the face for something I did not do. Are you ready to apologize, or should I continue?"

"I hate you, you're a bully and a sneak, ow, no, no more, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Cal started again, landing several spanks to each spot before moving on, slow and methodical and hard. He finished with the tender crease at the top of her thighs leaving her howling, but limp across his lap.

"Are you ready to apologize now?"

Josie sobbed pitifully for a moment, trying to get the words out, anything to make him stop. Satisfied that she meant it he pulled her up into his arms and held her until she could catch her breath. He was beginning to see what Bella had tried to tell him, but he was too far in to stop now. Carrying her to the bedroom he stopped to survey the piles of clothes heaped on the bed, the floor, jumbled together on the chair. Snorting at the sheer predictability he grabbed her purse, locked the door and carried her down the street to his apartment. It was the fastest way to get her settled and the closest clean horizontal surface he could think of.

Josie felt like a little girl being put to bed, but it was nice to be looked after. Since he had spanked twice it didn't seem odd when he undressed her and helped her into an old t-shirt before placing her gently on her tummy in the middle of his bed. The lotion he poured over her burning skin felt heavenly as he massaged the heat away. Tucking the sheet around her, he whispered for her to rest until he came back, and she floated off thinking about how his hands felt sliding over her skin.

~o~

I can help but feel this story is going to go on whether we get to read about it or not. My anonymous friend is very, very busy these days and sadly doesn't have as much time to write as I would wish for her to have. 

Should anyone else be in the mood to try their own story and willing to share please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Great trip, beautiful Falls!

We had our trip and made it home safe and sound. And we saw some beautiful sights! Nick does love to photograph waterfalls. I’m more leery and take the paths to get to them with a distrustful eye. This first picture I’m stealing from Nick, because I think he did a beautiful job. We hit it at the perfect time of morning!

Here was the next falls. Beautiful for sure! But one hundred and fifty steps – one way, did make it a trek! After we’d made it down all those steps and got ready to start back up I told Nick to go first since I knew I’d be slower. And he had the gall to trot up them!

The third one of the day was really impressive. Once you got to this one, you could walk behind the falls. But then, of course, you had to climb your way out, ninety-eight steps here.

By this time I was ready to head to our hotel. Here was our view from the window, 

And here is their lovely dining room with the same view.

But as we finished our dinner and got back to the room, this was the view.

But by the next morning we had this again – clothing optional, it’s not like anyone was looking in.

The next morning we came to the last falls Nick wanted to see. I’d been a good sport about the falls with the steps. My legs were tired, but I could make it if no one was rushing me. But this last one – WOW! I told Nick to go on, I’d come at my own pace. I made it around the first bend,  but one peek around that first curve and I turned around and headed for the car. Nick didn’t worry he said he knew when he saw what lay before him that I wouldn’t be joining him.

The path was steep and rocky, you needed to cross over some slippery rocks and someone had even put up climbing ropes to help people pull themselves along. Here are Nick’s pictures of this falls. I figured I’d enjoy them more if I was alive and he and I both feel I made the right decision.

It was a short, lovely, peaceful trip with some just a little more exercise thrown in than I would have thought necessary. Look up scenic water falls in your area. It might be worth investigating. 

We’re off on a little trip!

We’re heading to the mountains today and making a tour of local waterfalls. At least Nick is – I’m going to do like I did the last time. Hike as long as I feel comfortable and if it gets too steep or rocky I’m heading back to the car and sit peacefully in the cool and read my book! Not giving Nick another chance for attempted murder.

The place we're staying is a great place. We’ve been before and the view goes on forever as you sit on you room patio. They have a wonderful restaurant too. We have reservations because they are using so few of their tables. Sadly they aren’t serving  breakfast currently. They have the best pancakes in the world! But we’ll just have to go back for them next year.

I just wanted to touch base and let everyone know I’m still posting – wish you’d comment to let me know you’re reading. Anyway if you still come by, please know I appreciate it. I’ll post a few pictures of our trip soon.

Fantasy Friday Revival - Fate

* My Cassie books are about loving relationships, spanking and sex - but another big part of my books are about women and their friendships. Come by the Reading Room today for an interesting snippet.

Here's a story from one of my favorite writers, Annie (anonymous). I always love her stories. They just seem to hit the right tone for me. I hope you'll enjoy...

FATE

Cal Warner walked into the rental office of his new apartment complex tired and hot. After three days on the road he wanted to get the truck unloaded, find clean clothes and drink a cold beer. All of the arrangements had been made over the phone by the personnel office, he just had to load and unload the truck at both ends. It was a lot of work but he had found that he was more efficient with his own equipment, and he felt more at home with his own furniture. He wasn't exceptionally tall, just under six feet, but he was so large it made him seem taller. His massive shoulders required custom tailoring for everything beyond t-shirts, and furnished rooms just didn't cut it.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She didn't even look up, just waved to indicate she would be with him in a minute, and continued a chattering into the phone. A conversation that seemed to be about a rather disappointing date the previous night rather than work related.

"Miss, I am in a hurry, if you could just get my keys for me you can get on with your personal life."

"I will be with you as soon as I am finished."

Cal counted to ten, struggling to keep from ripping the phone out of her hand. She was a pretty girl, didn't look as snotty as she acted. Deep into her conversation she seemed oblivious to his anger. Cal leaned forward, looming over her desk, and pushed the button on her phone, ending the call.

"Now that you are finished with your call, perhaps you would be so kind as to get the keys to unit 608?"

Josie Hayes jumped to her feet, eyes flashing.

"How dare you hang up on an important call? I don't know who you think you are, mister, but you can apologize now."

Cal looked at her, damn she was a looker, especially with her face flushed and her chest heaving. Most women were too skinny for his tastes; he liked his women to look like women. Plenty of curves for a man to sink his hands into. Miss Hayes, according to the nameplate on the desk, was a perfect example. Tall, at least 5'9", full figured with dark hair pulled back from a lovely heart shaped face. No wedding band, that was a good sign, he could take care of her attitude later. Just the thought of those full, soft lips made him stop and start over, just in case they might get to be friends.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hayes, I am Cal Warner." Engulfing her hand in one of his, he held on firmly. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I am the new tenant in 608, and I need the key so I can unload that big truck that is blocking your drive." Still holding her hand, he smiled sincerely into those big brown eyes.

Taken aback by his sudden change Josie found herself drowning in the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He wasn't her type; she liked smooth, polished professional men, not big hulks in sweats. With his crew cut and deep tan he looked like a construction worker, not someone she would date. His hand was like a rock, it completely engulfed hers, and there was a disturbing current running between them. He may not be her usual type, but there was no denying the attraction.

"Ah, Mr. Warner. We were not expecting you until tomorrow."

"I drove most of the night so I could get settled in and get to know the area before I start this job. Are there any good restaurants close by? I'll be famished by the time I get unloaded. In fact, maybe you could join me for dinner? Consider it your good deed for the day, helping a stranger get a decent meal."

Josie was confused to find that she very much wanted to spend time with this man, who still held her hand captive. Her automatic no, came out yes.

"Grab that key and let me get started then. I'll come by here for you at 6, pick someplace casual in case I can't find time to unpack."

She picked up the key only to find he had snatched it from her and run out the door. He may be a construction worker but he sure did look good. What could it hurt to have dinner, after all, she and Jason were over and there was no one waiting to take over her dance card. He might not be the man of her dreams, but he could make a very nice man of the moment. She couldn't wait to call Donna back and tell her all about the guy in 608.

Cal unloaded the truck with the ease of long practice, set up his computer equipment, showered and changed with time to spare. At promptly 6:00 he walked into the rental office more than ready for a good meal. Josie had to look twice to recognize the construction worker from earlier. Dressed in a sport coat and tie he looked much more presentable. Revising her original plan for a quick bite at the diner she decided to take him to Bella's. The food was always good, Bella was sure to be there to help break the ice, and it was Saturday so Jason would likely be there as well. A nice dinner and a chance to rub her "date" in. She was just glad she had worn a dress to work, it made it look like they had planned a nice night out.

Bella's was crowded, as usual, but there was always a table for the owner's favorite niece.
Over a glass of wine they discussed the menu, she steered him toward the special, always a safe bet, and cautioned him to save room for the pastry tray. As they lingered over dessert Cal found her attention wandering.

"Is there someone in particular you are looking for?"

Josie blushed, caught in the act of searching the room for Jason.

"No, just looking around, a lot of my friends come here."

With her usual impeccable timing Bella breezed up to their table hugged Josie and demanded an introduction.

"This is a new tenant, Cal Warner. He just moved in today so I am showing him around this evening."

Bella turned an appraising eye on Cal as he shook her hand.

"Pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place and your food is fantastic. Best Italian I've had since my grandmother passed away."

"Oh honey, this is great restaurant food, but home cooking is what you miss. Get Josie to bring you around Sunday afternoon. I'll dish up some family food."

Bella left the table chuckling to herself. Little Josie finally found a man worth looking twice at and he seemed like a no nonsense kind of guy. Not the type to put up with Josie's foolishness, exactly what she needed before she made the mistake of marrying one of those wimpy, self-centered idiots she normally dated. In fact, this one reminded her of her late husband. Just the thought of Josie in the hands of someone like her Anthony had her laughing all the way to the kitchen.

Cal watched Bella stroll off, hips swaying, laughing and waving to customers. He hadn't seen Josie's mother yet, but if the aunt was any indication she would mature into a fine looking woman in her later years. He glanced up just in time to see a young man headed for their table and he looked like trouble. Walking with the deliberation of someone who's had one too many he marched up and demanded an explanation.

"Just what are you doing here? And who is this man? We decided last night to see other people and here you are, not twenty-four hours later with someone else? No wonder you were okay with my decision to date around, you had already started."

"Cal Warner, pleased to meet you. I didn't catch your name."

Standing up and taking the young man's hand Cal gently steered him away from the table and out the front door. Jason looked somewhat bewildered, not sure how he arrived in the parking lot.

"I am Jason, and I am Josie's boyfriend."

"Well, Jason, I thought you said you wanted to date other people. Guess that means you used to be Josie's boyfriend. Now, tonight she is here with me. If you two have unfinished business that is between you and Josie, but you'll need to discuss it another time."

His voice low, Cal tightened his grip until Jason mumbled his agreement, no point in making a scene his first night in town. He stood outside until Jason stumbled off then returned to the table to find Bella sitting with her niece.

"Did he try to cause trouble? He can be really nasty when he's drinking."

"No trouble at all. I just explained things to him and he went on home. Which is where I need to be going. It was a pleasure Bella."

"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Warner. Don't forget about Sunday dinner. Night, Josie."

The drive back to the apartment was silent. Josie figured he must be mad about the way Jason acted. Oh well, he wasn't her type after all.

"Just drop me at the office."

"I'll see you to your door, it's late and I don't want you walking through the dark lot."

"I just live in the building behind the office, silly. I'll be fine."

"Then I'll park at my building and walk you home."

Josie shrugged, no point in arguing. It was a beautiful night for a stroll and they took their time. At her door she turned her face up for a goodnight kiss only to have him take her hand and thank her for an "interesting" evening. Stomping her foot, she jerked her hand free.

"Of all of the rude, obnoxious things to do. I save you from a lonely dinner in a strange town and you act like you are too good to kiss me?"

Grabbing her arm he cut off her tirade by pulling her into her apartment and closing the door.

"First of all, do not ever yell at me in public. If you have something to say show me the courtesy of doing so in private. Second, I was showing respect. You don't know me well enough to kiss me, but I had hoped maybe you would be interested in getting to know me. Now I'm not sure I want to know you. You have been rude, selfish and thoughtless the entire time I have been with you. You didn't go to be with me, you drug me in there to show off like a trophy to get your boyfriend riled up. Last, you should count yourself very lucky that I don't have a personal interest in your life. Goodbye, Miss Hayes."

He walked out, just turned around and left. Josie was livid. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come back and apologize, pacing back and forth. Finally, determined to tell him exactly what she thought of him she marched herself to his door and laid on the doorbell. As the door was opening she started.

"How dare you walk away from me? I will not be treated that way and I'm not leaving until you apologize. In fact…"

In the middle of her speech she realized he was standing in the doorway, hair tousled with sleep, wearing a pair of faded jeans unbuttoned at the top, his wide chest bare.

"I am giving you one chance to go home and we'll pretend this never happened. Take it, or I will give you everything I think you've got coming to you."

The thought of those arms around her stopped any smart retort. Maybe she should give him a chance to "get to know her" after all. He looked like some kind of fantasy leaning on the door jam, half dressed.

"Just what did you have in mind?" She purred.

"You asked. Just remember that."

Taking her arm he drew her into the living room and seated her on the deep leather couch.

"I don't expect you to understand, somebody should have done this a long time ago."

Leaning forward for the kiss she deserved she was shocked to find herself thrown over his lap, her struggles useless as his arm circled her waist. Shrieking with indignation she flailed helplessly as he raised her skirt and brought his hard hand crashing down on her tender bottom so hard she could feel the imprint of heat it left behind. No one had ever treated her this way. Soon the fire in her bottom made it impossible to shout and she hung, sobbing as he spanked long and hard. Finally, he stopped.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"NOOOOOO." She wailed, as the spanking continued. Every few minutes he stopped, and asked again, until he got the answer he wanted.

"I'm sorry, I was rude, please stop. I'll be good, I promise."

"Now that we both understand why we are here I'll get on with your punishment."

Sobbing loudly at the thought of more Josie endured a good five minutes of steady spanking that left her entire bottom red as beefsteak. His hands were huge and hard as oak, she never imagined something could hurt so badly. Finally it was over. Cal gathered her up into his arms and held her while she cried. Stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. Cradling her gently against his chest, the same hand that tormented her now cupping her hot bottom gently. When she finally stopped sobbing and he had dried her tears he tipped her chin up forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I do not tolerate rudeness. I do not expect to be treated with disrespect. When you misbehave, you will be punished. Now, we know each other well enough to kiss."

Josie surprised herself by melting into his arms. She didn't like the spanking one bit, but after, she felt safer and more content than ever before.

~~oo0oo~~

I loved this one! Thank you Annie! My thanks to her and if you liked this weeks story, I'm happy to let you know that there is a chapter two and it will be up next week.

 I hope more of you will consider trying a story. Keep thinking and if you are willing to share one, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Weekend

What a weekend. You all know I’m a home body and don’t mind having a little time to myself. There is no doubt I love my husband dearly, but as we head toward the forty year mark of marriage we can both enjoy a weekend away from one another.

He went golfing and I puttered around the house and wrote to my hearts content. Saturday was rainy and stormy – my favorite writing weather. And Nick was far enough away from it to be able to get in thirty-six holes. And Sunday was just beautiful, a little cooler and so sunny.

I wasn’t totally alone. Three little friends came by to play in the back yard. Here are two of them.

Mollie called Saturday evening. The first thing she said was, “Can I just complain for five minutes, please?”

I’m a good mom so I told her to go for it. Nearly forty-five minutes of not stop fussing ensued. Education in general, teaching on line specifically, risk of catching a deadly disease, not knowing how the different program work, conflicting directives from the top ending with, “I’ll get it all figured out. I’m just frustrated! Thanks Mom, that helped.” 

I don’t think I’d said anything other than, “Oh, my” or “Bless your heart” and I think one “Poor, baby.” But apparently it was enough. I don’t doubt this will happen a lot this year. I guess if she can figure out her part I can hold up the listening end of the deal.

Fantasy Friday - The Challenge, part two

Here is the conclusion of The Challenge. I hope you enjoy it.  If you haven't read the first part go here or just scroll down. 

The Challenge, part two

Angie resigned herself to her fate. She just hoped he would hurry. She wasn’t too worried about the pain but the embarrassment of submitting like this was paramount in her mind. Until Jonas’ first swat – suddenly pain was right in the front of her mind again.

“Owwww! THAT HURT’S! Not so hard!” The sting was way more than she was expecting.

“What makes you think you have any control of this?” Jonas asked sternly. Spanking hurt and you will be doing all you can to avoid another one.”

The paddle descended again eliciting another howl. “There will me no more skipping sessions.”

At the third swat Angie began kicking. This was way more than she was expecting. Jonas ignored her except to put his leg over hers. “You are responsible for what you eat. Snacks at school and no excuse – you are a grown woman and you decide what you eat.”

Each spank was delivered with great force and right at the top of her thighs. Ten had seemed like a low number when Jonas had started but she hadn’t counted on them being this hard. Seven more seemed like a huge number! With each spank Jonas had a piece of advice.

- get more sleep

- don’t be so easily discouraged

- ask for help if you need it

- don’t be late

- remember that you deserve to be healthy

- ALWAYS read a contract before you sign it

Jonas paused before the last one. “One more to go Angie and you need to remember this – I’m going to be here caring about how you are doing until you start careing yourself.” With that thought he delivered the hardest swat yet and Angie found herself limp and sobbing over Jonas’ lap thinking that if it has been any longer she couldn’t have stood it. That man spanked HARD! She was trying to control her tears as Jonas helped her to her feet. He hugged her as she got control of herself.

“Do you understand now that this is not a game? It’s a chance for you to get some control back. You deserve to live a long, healthy life and that starts today. Now are you ready to get started?”

Angie rubbed at her backside – “I think I’m too sore to work out tonight.” She told him with a shy smile.

“I’ll be more than happy to provide more motivation if you think it’s necessary.” Jonas offered.

NO! No, really you’ve done plenty! I’m ready to work out, but maybe not the stationary bikes, okay?”

~o~

Ten weeks later…

Angie woke up slowly in Jonas’ arms. This morning had been the final weigh-in, total loss in three months 27.4 pounds. She wasn’t sure whether she or Jonas was prouder. He had been true to his word and had been at her side the whole way. She couldn’t help thinking back to that first time he had spanked her. She had been in shock – and pain. That day she was sure she would never give him an excuse to spank her again but there had been a few times.

The next time she had blown up during a difficult training session and stormed out. Jonas has come looking for her and found her in the ice cream shop close by. She hadn’t been able to get the first lick of her double dip cone. Jonas had taken it right out of her hand and tossed it into the trash. Angie had been livid! She had told him exactly what she thought of him – to the entertainment of everyone in the shop. When she finally ran down Jonas took her hand and led her back to the gym.

She hadn’t been able to keep her pants on that time. Shorts and panties had come down – the evil paddle out and as she had had her say in the ice cream parlor Jonas had his say with the paddle. And it still hadn’t got her out of completing her work out that night, red rimmed eyes, sore bottom and all.

But over the months she and Jonas had grown closer and closer. He invited her running (well walking at first) and soon they had begun eating dinner together most every night. Angie was so happy. She knew how much Jonas cared for her.

But even with their closeness it hadn’t kept her from getting several penalties for being late – one of her biggest problems. Angie shuddered as she remembered the strap. The first time – five on her bare butt had kept her on time for two weeks but eventually old habits won out. That last strapping – all to her thighs – had done wonders for her tardiness problem!

But this morning’s weigh in was the best. She made her goal, got her $500 back and received a delicious kiss from Jonas in front of everyone. They soon found themselves back in Jonas’ office.

“You did it honey! I’m really proud of you.” Jonas kissed her again and Angie felt herself growing damp at his touch.

“I can’t believe it! I know I’m not through but now I can work out without worrying about your nasty paddle. I’m glad that contract is OVER!” Angie sighed.

Jonas laughed. “Yes the contract’s over – I won’t be spanking you for breaking it. But now you’re really mine – and if you back slide or don’t do everything you can to take care of yourself you’ll see those past spankings as nothing more than love pats.”

“What do you mean, you can’t spank…” Jonas’ kiss stopped her in mid-sentence. ‘Oh what the hell’ Angie thought to herself as she melted into the kiss, ‘we’ll talk about it some other time’.

~o~

I firmly believe more of us would be in better shape if we could find some gym programs like this. I was hoping for some help like this from Nick but it never really happened.

I sure would like to hear from some of you - just one story? Send any you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revival- The Challenge

Happy Friday to everyone. Today's story is one I can truly relate to. I'm guessing some of you can too. Then again maybe I can relate so well because I wrote it - a while back. But I still like it. I hope you will too. Please enjoy...

The Challenge

Angie stared at the mirror in disgust. How had this happened? At twenty-four how had she become a fat blob? She had had to work to keep her weight down in high school but college had really gotten her. The freshman fifteen had become the sophomore twenty and on and on. Taking a teaching job so far away from friends and family didn’t help. Eating and vegging in front of the TV had become her main source of comfort and relaxation. She hated the weight, hated the feeling of lethargy, and she hate the feeling of sadness that overcame her when she passed a mirror. But try as she might nothing seemed to motivate herself to get started.

Until she saw the ad in the paper several days later. It was from the gym she passed on the way to work.

Three month weight loss challenge
No membership required
Improve your health and lose weight

Money back guarantee!

Hmmmm…. That could work, only three months, didn’t have to join for a year and your money back if it didn’t work. Now maybe this was worth a try. Angie called for an appointment.

~o~

The appointment was for an information meeting in a group of about fifteen. An instructor walked in precisely at 6:00 p.m. and began the program introduction. Angie hid a small smile at the sight of him. If this was the eye candy available she was pretty sure she would like this program. At 6:05 two women entered chatting quietly and the instructor turned to them.

“Excuse me ladies were you coming to the information meeting on the weight loss challange?”

“Yes,” one answered smiling. “Are we in the right place.”

“No you aren’t. The meeting began at six and you weren’t here. This program only accepts serious applicant. Being late tells me you are not serious. Good day.”

Every mouth in the room fell open at the man’s rudeness. The two women stared at him nonplus before coloring slightly and leaving with out another word. The instructor began again.

“My name is Jonas. I have an excellent program to offer but as you just heard me explain I will only be working with people that are committed to what they are doing. Not all of you will be accepted but those that are will reach their goal.”

“Who decided on what that goal is?” a woman from the back asked the question Angie was wondering about.

“At your private assessment we will decide on that goal together. We want to push you but the goal has to be realistic and obtainable. Only when we come to a mutual decision will you be able to sign a contract.”

“Contract?” another woman asked. “What kind of contract?”

“This is a strict program,” Jonas explained, “You will be required to come to the gym for a minimum of one hour a day, six days a week for the duration. It you can’t make it call to let us know and plan on staying an extra hour the next day. You will have some required classes, access to a private trainer and a nutritionist. There will be required weekly weigh in, motivational sessions when necessary and penalties for not complying with the contract.”

‘Geeze,’ Angie thought to herself, ‘this sounds more like boot camp that a gym program.’ But at the same time she was excited. This could work!

“You haven’t told us how much this is going to cost.” Came another inquiry.

“That’s right I haven’t,” he agreed. “Before I tell you the cost I want you to know that this program works. It’s not cheap and it’s not easy – but it works. The cost for the three months is $500.”

Five hundred dollars?

Was he out of his friggin mind? Angie heard muttering and chair scraping all around her as several women got up and left. ‘I might as well go with them,’ Angie thought. Her entire fortune at this point consisted of $575 in savings and her $85 in checking. But she was hooked now and she had to know what he was going to say next.

Jonas made no effort to stop any of the women from leaving. He waited quietly for the room to settle and then continued. “Well, now I know who is serious.”

Angie couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. “I can’t afford this program but I have to know one thing, you said a money back guarantee. Are you saying that if we follow all your rules and still don’t lose all the weight we get that money back?”

"This challenge is only with yourself. At the end of three months if you have met or exceeded your goal then you get your money back – all of it.”

~~0~~

Her assessment had been a trial. One hundred eighty-five pounds! She was horrified. Jonas himself had been taking her measurements with an assistant writing down one horrible number after another.

“You need to lose around fifty-five pounds. Not,” he stressed, “in three months but that should be your over all goal. Based on what you have told me about your current eating habits and your lack of any physically activity, with work on your part you can lose twenty-five pounds or more during this program. You will be required to lose two pounds every week. Even if you lose two one week, you will still have two pound goal for the next week.”

“What if I mess up one week and don’t lose that much. Does that mean I blow my chance to get my money back?”

“Angie” he said looking intently at her. Damn he had beautiful eyes! “My goal is to have you improve your health and lose some weight. I also want you to get your money back. If you don’t make goal one week or miss a day at the gym you will have penalties and you may have to come to motivational sessions, but if you lose twenty-five pounds in three months you get your money back.”

“Now here is your contract. Read it all and read it carefully. If you decide you can live with the terms and conditions it spells out be here at or before five p.m. Monday with the signed contract and $500 in cash and we’ll get started. Don’t be late.”

Angie had debated with herself all weekend but by Monday the decision was made. She left school at 3:30 – to the bank for the money and on to the gym. She hadn’t read the entire contract but she felt she could trust Jonas and she knew she HAD to get that money back. What better motivation could their possible be? Grabbing contract and cash she headed into the gym.

~o~

Angie loved her first two weeks at the gym! Sore! Sore wasn’t the word for it. She was so sore she couldn’t move but it felt wonderful. It was new, it was exciting, she was meeting new people and best of all Jonas had seemed to take a special interest in her. He worked with her, pushed her, and encouraged her. And everything paid off. Saturday morning of the first week – 9:00AM weigh in and a loss of 3.2 pounds!

“Fantastic!” was Jonas’ response as she stepped off the scale. “I knew you could do it! I’m proud of you.” He told her with a smile and a hug. But remember – another two pounds next week. You can’t slack off any. And she hadn’t. Saturday morning of the second week showed her down another 2.4. Jonas’ smile was again a thing of beauty and his hugs were addictive. You know what works now, Angie. But keep at it, week three comes hard.

And it did. Everything seemed to conspire against her. Three birthday parties at school – true she could have refused the cupcake but they were home made and delicious. Her parents came by to take her to supper Wednesday and she didn’t even make it to the gym.

Thursday afternoon Jonas was waiting on her, he didn’t look happy.

“Where were you yesterday?”

For a split second Angie was flattered that he had even noticed her absence but the look on his face didn’t keep her flattered for long.

“You’ll be staying an extra hour to make up for it tonight and you’ll be working with me,” he stated shortly.

Angie’s temper faired suddenly. “Who died and left you boss?” she shouted. “I don’t have to stay here and be treated like this!” Angie felt tears of anger coming as she turned quickly to leave the gym.

Jonas was right behind her as she reached the door and he grabbed her hand. “Is this temper tantrum really worth $500? Angie the middle of week three is early for a motivational session but I know you need it. Come with me please.”

Angie let herself be lead to Jonas’ office. “Now what’s going on?” he asked kindly.

The kindness in his voice took her by surprise and took the edge off her anger. “I’m blowing it,” she told him truthfully. “I did so well the first two weeks but this week we have had snacks all over school. My folks took me out to eat and ordered dessert and everything. I missed a day exercising and I know I’m not going to make the two pound goal this week.” Angie was felt herself tearing up as she continued. “I know I won’t be able to do this. Nothing ever works! I’m going to be fat forever!”

Jonas closed the door and turned to her. He looked very stern this time. “I’m not listening to this. I think we need to address this right now.”

With no explanation or warning Jonas took Angie’s hand and led her to the couch. With one firm tug she found herself over his lap.

“What are you doing?” Angie shouted. “Let me go! What’s wrong with you, you jerk! Get your hands off me.”

Jonas acted as though he hasn’t heard a work. Angie’s protests were ignored as he began a hard warm-up spanking with his hand. “You need to be quiet,” Jonas said in a quiet firm voice. “You had to know this was coming. Three weeks into a three month program and you’re ready to give up. I think I am beginning to see your problem. You give up on yourself. That’s not going to happen any more.”

“Know it was coming … are you crazy! Let me go, what gives you the right to do this to me?” she demanded.

Jonas continued to spank hard – Angie tried to stay quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly he was hurting her but she couldn’t help crying out at the hard pops. Finally, Jonas helped her to her feel and stepped over to his desk. Angie nearly headed for the door but she wanted an explanation. Her bottom hurt from the impromptu spanking and she rubbed it vigorously. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“First let me tell you who you are.” Jonas said as he held a paper out for her to take, “you are a young woman who signs a contract without reading it. Would you care to read the clause I just circled in red?”

Angie took the paper and read it swiftly. Good grief! Right there between the gym hours and the rules for proper attire:

• Motivational sessions will be given at the discretion of the instructor. A motivational session will use corporal punishment to encourage the participant to work harder and to maintain a good attitude. A wooded paddle will be used with a minimum of 10 swats and not to exceed 50 in one motivational session. (Not including a warm-up) Corporal punishment may be given over clothing or on the bear at the discretion of the instructor.

• Penalties may be occurred for missing sessions, tardiness, bad language, rude or abusive behavior toward the instructor. Penalties will be given with a leather strap and always on the bare. Penalties will build up to 5 before they will be given. No more that 10 in a give day.

Angie continued to stare at the words and at her initials beside them.

“Did you not sign this contract?” Jonas asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t…”

“Read it?” Jonas supplied. You should be spanked for signing a contract without reading it. Very dangerous. See what it’s gotten you into?

“You can’t spank me! You can’t be serious, I won’t let you!”

“Of course that’s up to you. You can leave right now but you will be breaking your contract and you’ll be forfeiting your $500.”

Angie started at him a moment longer. She couldn’t lose that money! How had she been stupid enough to get herself in this trap?

“I can’t afford to lose the money” she said quietly, not really believing what she was agreeing to.


“I understand” Jonas told her “Let’s get started. “Please bring me the paddle in the right hand drawer.

With a shaking hand Angie opened the drawer. The paddle looked wicked. She brought it over. He handed it to Jonas who in turn handed her a small towel. “Keep both hands on the towel” he told her. “I don’t want you reaching back. I don’t want to hit your hand by mistake.”

He pulled her gently down on his lap once again. “Angie you are going to receive ten and I am letting you keep your shorts on. But if this has to happen again it will be more swats and it will be on the bare. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Angie managed to say. She was feeling major relief. Ten, how bad could just ten be she thought. She quickly found out.



To be continued.

~~o~~

I'll have the rest of the story up tomorrow. I hope you'll come back.