Great holiday and an update

Sorry I haven’t been here in a while. We had a great Christmas. We had four lovely family gatherings with various families. Mollie, Nick and I Skype with LJ and Collin on Christmas day and Santa was very good to us all. 

I hope the holidays have been good to all of you so far. We’re not big celebrators when it comes to New Years. Nick suggested we go the same place we went last year because he really enjoyed it. Evidently, we’re hitting the living room again! But I’m perfectly fine with that.

A little medical update. I’m very pleased with the Ozempic! My blood sugar has really come down and I’ve lost thirteen pounds since Nov. 1^st. I believe it would have been even more than that if there hadn’t been sooooo many extra treats around. The medication keeps me feeling full so there has been a lot less snacking than I normally would

have been doing. I’m still losing, but it’s slowed down. That could be all the Christmas temptations, but I’m planning on really hitting it soon. I’d been going to the gym about four days a week, but not this last week or so. The horrible cold weather slowed me down. Even here in the south it got down to six degrees – trust me, we aren’t used to that!

And now about the CPAP. I finally got mine and I’ve started using in. We are not friends. At least not yet. It blows too hard! I have to go through an act of congress to get them to turn it down. And the thing tells on me if I don’t use it long enough each night. It’s hooked up to the internet and you have to wear it at least four hours a night to be ‘in compliance’ with the insurance company who mostly paying for the thing. 

I’ve used it since the nineteenth and I guess it’s getting better, but like I said we’re not friends. It blows so hard that there is air leaking out all around the tubing. I can’t curl up against Nick or I’d blow him out of the bed. Well, I guess it’s not that bad, but it would be like turning a fan on him. I might like that in the summertime, but Nick doesn’t sleep with a fan. I go to the sleep doc on the 4^th of January and we're gonna be turning it down!

People tell me I have to use the CPAP for a month before I’ll really begin seeing the benefits. I’ll working with it and see what happens. But I’m feeling pretty darn good these days so while I’m fussing a little, I definitely feel things are going in the right direction.

Very cool birthday gift

I had a great week. I celebrated my birthday and Saturday there was a big family Christmas party.  I’m still learning not to overeat and it’s a hard season to learn that. Normally there aren’t a lot of appetizers around, but at these parties there are shrimp, sausage balls, cheese balls, vegetable trays (I seem to have no problem avoiding these), fruit trays and of course all this comes before the meal and tons of deserts. But I’m learning to adjust.

I wanted to show you a gift that Mollie made for me. I was absolutely delighted. My little girl is craftier than I realized.

 

She printed off the cover of each of my books in this size, cut little foam pieces to size and glued on the covers. All the books I’ve written are now in the beautiful ornament. Mollie assured me more can be added whenever I’m ready. She also made one for my sister with all her books in it that she’ll give her when we all get together just after Christmas.

And in case I don't get back before all the holidays...

Christmas Meme

Ronnie and Hermione reminded me of this, so I thought I’d share too. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas season.

Thank you

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?

I always wrap gifts. I enjoy the wrapping and I enjoy opening wrapped gifts.

2. Real tree or artificial? 

Artificial.

3. When do you put up the tree?

That varies, usually it depends on when my boys are coming. If they don’t come until sometime in January, I decorate later so we can leave them up longer. Since they aren’t coming this year, I put it up the second week in December.

4. When do you take your tree down?

Whenever I muster the energy after Christmas.

5. Do you like eggnog?

Yes I do! But I’m the only one in the family that does and I sure don’t need to drink a whole carton.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?

One year I got a machine gun and a baby doll and sure did love them both.

7. Hardest person to buy for?

LJ! He never gives me any ideas.

8. Easiest person to buy for? 

Mollie! She usually has hundreds of ideas!

9. Do you have a nativity scene?

It’s not out this year.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards?

I don’t usually send out cards.

11. Worst Christmas gift ever received.

I had an aunt who always gave me a slip every year. I was not thrilled.

12. Favorite Christmas movie?

It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34^th Street.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?

Usually sometime in October.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?

I probably have, but I usually don’t.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?

The cheese ball my sister-in-law makes.

16. Lights on the tree; colored or white?

They have been white for years, but when we get a new tree I think I’d like colored.

17. Favorite Christmas song?

I love all the classics I grew up listening to, but recently I’ve come to love ‘Mary did you know?’

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?

I always want to stay home!

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?

I grew up listening to Rudolph, so of course.

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? 

Our tree goes right to the ceiling. We don’t have either on top.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?

Definitely Christmas morning!

22. Favorite ornament theme or color? 

I love a mixture of everything.

23. Favorite for Christmas dinner?

My sister makes a standing rib roast that’s pretty darn good.

24. What do you want for Christmas this year?

I haven’t really asked for anything much this year, but Mollie and Nick always make sure I’m well gifted.

25. Merry Christmas to all!

Great Memories

I’m thinking that most spankos are well acquainted with the movie McLintock. I mean it’s a spanko classic. John Wayne himself, spanking Maureen O’Hara after a tension filled, embarrassing run through the town. Still makes me tingle. Of course, at the same time it a good comedy for the whole family. Long before I came out of the spanko closed, I used to watch it with the kids. I could watch my sexual fantasies play out before my eyes, while still keeping my deep dark secret.

 

Time has passed and my desires are no longer a secret. My children are grown and are well aware of what I write. But I had to laugh when I got the following text from LJ the other night.

 

 

I guess it’s fun to have something from your childhood suddenly click and make sense. Now all I’m wondering about is why he was texting with a friend about a fifty-year-old movie. I’ll ask next time he calls.

My new motto

 

Such a fun Saturday!

Saturday was a great day, but it didn’t start off that way. Saturday was the Christmas festival in our little town. There was a Christmas craft show in the old school and my sister and I had signed up to sell our books there. 

We weren’t able to get in the big room, the auditorium, rather we were stuck into an old classroom way back into a corner. I was so disappointed. In order to sell books, you need a traffic flow, lots of people walking by. But in this classroom, you had to squeeze by a lot of other stuff just to get near us.

But we sat everything up and hoped for the best. Let me tell you our little town came through! There was a steady stream of customers coming by. It’s easy to tell readers from non-readers. Some never even glanced at the books, I got the feeling they hadn’t picked up a book since high school. Others were trying to read the titles from across the room – those were the ones we wanted to talk to.

At the other show I’ve attended if I sold five books I was thrilled, Saturday I sold eighteen and my sister sold seventeen. It was a great day all around. One lady came to our table and said quietly, “I bought one of your book two years ago, and I want to get the next one in the series. But I can’t even remember which one of you wrote that book.” We asked her if she could remember anything that happened in the book. If we knew that we could probably tell her what the next one was. She was silent for a moment and then quickly looked around. In a whisper she said, “Someone got spanked.”

“That would be me,” I told her with a smile. She bought the next four in the series. I was telling another woman about my books, she said, “I think I’d like them. If I call my husband and tell him I’ve found something else I want for Christmas he’d say ‘get it’ so I will.” And she bought all ten of the Cassie books at once, $50!

This was a great weekend – visiting with my sister, talking with people who wanted to read my books and even making a little money. I loved it all.

  

Fantasy Friday - Scare-a-thon

I've been surprised, and pleased, to receive two Fantasy Friday stories in the past few weeks. Anyone and everyone is welcome to send in a story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com. This one if from Patti, I believe it's also posted on her site, Patti's  Stories. Thanks for sharing with us Patti.

Scare-a-thon

I shook my head as I watched her run from her car to the front door. If I hadn't known better, I would say the demons from hell were chasing her. An imagination fueled by horror films, along with listening to stories, was why my girl was afraid of her own shadow. Even years of special chats haven't deterred this behavior.

Before anyone thinks I'm being unreasonable by not allowing my girl to do things she enjoys. Understand to the extent she takes on this passion. On the first day of October begins a month-long marathon of the scarier, the better. The movies start, and when she is not watching tv, she's reading or listening obsessively; this marathon would extend to November, given the change. It only takes a week of this scarathon for her to drag me into the mix.

I'm not a horror movie fan, but it's my responsibility to chase away monsters. It becomes my job to check under the bed, behind curtains, and in closets for spooky things lurking. She's even woken up in the middle of the night, so I can accompany her to the bathroom. Of course, on those occasions, it's me and the hairbrush she fears the following day. I don't mind chasing a few monsters away, but when it comes to the cost of sleep, that's a different story.

She sees me in the doorway and almost knocks me over as her arms surround me, hiding her face in my sweater. "Babe? What is going on?" I ask, although I'm pretty sure of the answer. 

“I got spooked.” although muffled, I understood.

“Come inside. You can tell me all about it.” my girl is still clinging to me, but she is calmer. “Did you eat the dinner I packed?” a shy nod tells me all I need to know. “Have a seat at the kitchen table, and I’ll fix you a snack.” the missed meal doesn't worry me; my girl eats when she's hungry.

At the table, she's relaxed, “I downloaded a Dean Koontz book from the library; it is creepy.” she shivered, “It was ok on the way to work but driving home in the dark, man, that was scary.”  “so many shadows.”  “I was so happy to see you at the door cause when I parked, I didn't want to get out of the car.” 

This behavior baffles me; I don't think she understands it either. I place a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. "If the book is too scary, you don't have to finish listening."

The look I received in return was one of confusion, “What do you mean? Of course, I'll finish. I have to know what happens.”  “Besides, I can handle it.”

‘Famous last words.’ I think to myself, but out loud, I ask, “would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?” “I think your mind could use a break.” she wrinkled her nose, so I added, “you can always go to bed early.”

“Fine, what movie?” she said, clearly not happy.

“Oh, maybe a Disney movie.” I said jokingly.

“Nooo,” she began to pout, then noticed my smile. “Very funny.”

“You can pick the movie, as long as it's not scary.”  “I'm serious about giving your mind a break.” Earlier, when I caught sight of my girl's terror and watched her run from the car to the house; well, it made me want to ban scary movies forever. Of course, that's not how our relationship works, but I will insist she takes a break.

She chose a light-hearted comedy for us to watch. We snuggled together on the couch holding hands and giggling through the movie. Once the show ended, I would have loved to stay up longer, but I had work in the morning, and sleeping in was not an option. I untangled myself, kissed her good night, and went to bed. I knew without asking the type of movie would be on once I left the room.

At three am, when I was startled by a terrified little girl, I was unhappy. I grumbled as I felt her trying to shake me awake, "Babe, wake up. I need to pee."

“Then go!” I demanded.

“But, well, please come with me.” she pleaded in her most pitiful voice.

As I pulled the covers back, I warned, “young lady, we are going to have a serious chat tomorrow.” I noticed her wince at my sharp tone. I then led her to the bathroom and tucked her back under the covers when she finished. The sounds of her even breathing sounded before I even found the way back to my pillow. As I lay there, my mind was now alert. All hope of quickly falling asleep was gone.

Sometime later, I did fall asleep, but when the alarm blasted, I knew I was in for a long day. I focused on getting ready for work, not the girl sleeping peacefully in bed. Vowing to wear out her bottom the minute she got home tonight. I will always be available for support, and if it is an emergency sleep or not, I'm there but a self-induced scare fest, now that has consequences.

Luckily, I could get through the day without incident, and I napped for thirty minutes upon arriving home. I woke refreshed, ate dinner, then watched tv, waiting for my naughty girl to come home. When the time came, it was deja vu, with me at the door and her running from the shadows into my arms.

After a reassuring hug, I asked, "have you eaten?" she nodded; I assumed she knew what I was going to say next because she hid her face in my shirt. "Do you need to use the bathroom before our chat?"

Unable to hide the whine from her voice, she asked, "I don't want to chat! Come on, please! I'm sorry."

I lifted her chin with two fingers until we were eye to eye, "little girl, are you forgetting our agreement?" I added, "you may not think it's a big deal, but I had a hard time getting back to sleep. I wasn't very productive today because I was tired." my grip became slightly tighter, "how about you find a corner and think about our agreement?"

Now defeated, her shoulders slumped as she walked over to the far corner. Right away, her nose faced the spot where the two walls met. But she failed to lower her pants until I made a point of clearing my throat. Only then did they slowly come down, one more throat clearing, and the panties followed. I sat in our reclining chair, which gave me a perfect view of quivering cheeks.

After ten minutes, I got up and casually retrieved the hairbrush. When I returned, I made myself comfortable on the sofa before calling, “ok, sweetheart, when you're ready, come here.” It didn't take long before she shuffled her way over with her head down and shoulders slumped. I know she isn't happy, but it is only the beginning of October, and I am not planning to be woken up every night for the rest of the month.

Once she is standing in front of me, I ask, “can you please explain our October rules?”

She glanced up, then just as fast back down, “we agreed I could watch scary movies all month as long as, um, well, as long as I don't get overwhelmed.”  then she rushed to add, “I promise I won't get too scared again. Please, I still want to watch them.” 

I should have known she wasn't as worried about a spanking as much as losing her October scare-fest. “Hmm, well, I'm not banning anything. What I am going to do, is spank you. Hopefully, you'll remember what it feels like the next time you're tempted to wake me in the night.” she seemed to be almost happy than the word spanking must have registered, and her smile faded. I let it sink further in before I tapped my thigh, indicating where I wanted her.

“Now, just so we are clear. If there's an emergency or you're sick, you are to wake me.” I began rubbing her bare cheeks as I lectured. “But if you decide to watch horror movies and become frightened,” I changed from rubbing to swatting with each word, as I continued, “You do not wake me!” “Is” swat “that” swat “understood?”

“Yes, Owie, yikes, I'm sorry.” she cried out as I turned her bottom a bright red. Then once I had a pretty even tone on both cheeks, I paused to grab the hairbrush. I let the soft bristles tease her sore bottom before flipping it over and whacking. “Nooo, please, no, it hurts.” whack, whack, whack, I watched as dark red ovals shapes appeared.

"Oh, my dear," Whack, whack, "remember how this feels," Whack, whack, "next time when you're tempted to wake me up in the middle of the night." Whack, Whack, Whack. I'm sure I will have a few more sleepless nights this month, but hopefully, not too many. I made sure to target her sit spots and the backs of her thighs before placing the hairbrush down.

She lay over my lap crying and sniffling as I waited for her to calm down. Once I felt her move, I helped her up, and before she was out of my reach, I pulled her onto my lap. She melted into my embrace, and as we cuddled, I softly whispered, “I love you.” I will never comprehend her need for scary movies, and I can live with not knowing.

Before her eyes closed, she softly whispered, “love you too.”

No cooking, no cleaning

I should be cleaning house, but as you can tell, I’m trying to write a post. My house isn’t horrible, but I’m wondering if it will ever get ‘clean.’ You know what I mean, all the rooms clean at once. 

I usually do a deep clean twice a year. And of course, like many, this is only when company is coming.  I clean for my family reunion in August and when the boys come home for Christmas, usually in January.

 

But this year because of several wedding, we didn’t get together here for the reunion – no deep cleaning. And then I get the news that the boys aren’t coming for Christmas this year. I’m disappointed, but I understand. They've come for Christmas for the past eleven years. We’ve gotten to see them twice in the past two months and the biggest reason is that their cat is very old and not well at all. They just don’t want to leave him at this time and I’d be the same way if it were my ‘baby.'

As much as I want to see my boys for Christmas, I’ve tried to look on the bright side. The best part is, I don’t have to clean!

I have one guest room and one junk room with a fold out sofa. When all the kids are home, Mollie takes that room, but for the rest of the year it’s where I put ‘stuff’ that I don’t need but am not willing to part with for some strange reason. It doesn’t take long to fill up. Now I can close the door and forget about it for another year.

 

I also don’t have to host the large dinner that we invite my sister and her family to. I don’t have to think of vegetarian dishes for Collin. My sister has invited us all to her place. I’m off the hook for cleaning and cooking and that part thrills me.

(Sister does it fancier than me.)

I’m still looking forward to our Christmas celebration. Mollie will come and stay and bring the dogs (cats aren’t too thrilled, but…) We’ll get to see sister’s family and we’ll face time with the boys. Now I just get have to get the packages mailed on time.

Fantasy Friday - The Long Day

I was so happy to get a new Fantasy Friday from Samantha. She has written for us before, but not for a while. Everyone is invited to write a story for us any time you like. You can sent these stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com. But for now, a big thank you to Samantha!

The Long Day

She shifted on the bed, not quite ready to change her mindset. It had been a long day, full of minor annoyances that had all added up. She forgot to put the laundry in the washer despite the many promises to do so before work. A customer called and asked stupid questions that she didn’t want to deal with. She forgot to wear her work pants as a result of not doing laundry. And to top it off, she forgot her hair tie, and her hair had begun to tangle itself on virtually everythingshe came into contact with.

She tried to convey this to him, but it didn’t feel like he was even listening or caring that she was tired and stressed and just wanted him to hold her and tell her she was okay. So she huffed and stomped her way upstairs, tossing her purse to the floor. E must have heard the stomping and huffing and he appeared in the doorway. He didn’t yell or raise his voice. He pointed to the bed. “Sit,” he ordered, and then left, not waiting to see if she listened or not. “Maybe I don’t wanna,” she said quietly, not wanting him to hear her. He spun around on the top step, no doubt hearing her mutter something. “If you’re not sitting on that bed by the time I’ve come back, you’re gonna be one sorry girl," he warned, a warning he would only give once.

So here she was, sitting and fidgeting and plotting her escape. She flopped backwards on the bed, sighing dramatically. Footsteps sounded on the carpet and she sat up. Maybe he didn’t hear her move out of position. “Stand up.” He didn’t waste any time, shrugging his hoodie off, and watching her to see if she would listen or not. She stood, hesitant and waiting for him to do something. “Pants down, and come here,” he pointed at the floor in front of him. She moaned, and her hands went to the front of her jeans, but made no move to slip them off. He raised an eyebrow. She huffed at him, her lips forming a pout. “Little girl, I won’t say it again,” he warned, eyes narrowing. She reluctantly and slowly slipped out of them, eyes threatening to spill tearsthat were forming.

She stood in front of him, refusing to make eye contact with him. He tipped her chin up, watching her eyes flicker with annoyance and trepidation. He sighed. “Today was hard wasn’t it little girl,” he said, watching her face shutter with exhaustion. She nodded, hoping that he would just hold her. “I hate it there, and I don’t want to go in tomorrow,” she sighed. He brushed his fingers down her arms, noticing her melt into his touch. “It’s hard but you and I know tomorrow will be different. New day, new slate,” he offered, smiling slightly at her. She huffed, and reached for him, but he held her at arm’s length. “Today was hard but that doesn’t excuse the way you acted when you got home,” he said quietly but sternly. She sighed, and made to turn away, but his grip on her arm prevented her from moving too far. She grumbled, trying to remove his hand from her. His grip tightened and he tugged her till she was now facing the wall adjacent to him.

He tucked her arms out of reach, and bent her slightly forward. She whimpered. This wasn’t what she wanted at all. “You might not want this, but you cannot disagree that you haven’t earned it," he pointed out, knowing she was now glaring at the wall wishing it was him. He rubbed her back, and slid his hand down and tugged her panties down. ``Wait not yet!” she yelped, struggling to move away from what was about to happen. His hand landed on her backside, and he quickly went back and forth, watching her skin turn pink and then red. She yelped and twisted every which way, trying and failing to avoid his hand. He landed a particularly hard smack on her upper thigh. “Quit moving,"  he ordered, hearing her yelp. She quit struggling, choosing instead to stomp her feet a tiny bit.

He paused the assault on her ass, and stood her up. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears, and her hands fluttered around her sore backside, but made no move to rub quite yet. “Bend over the bed,” he said. She moaned, but did as he asked, the fight no longer worth it to her. He sat by her side, flattening one hand on her back, the other reaching for a spoon she could not see. He rubbed her sore backside, and then began again. The spoon was effective, each smack drawing out a yelp from her. Any promises she made to stay still went out the window as soon as it landed. She twisted, throwing a hand back to block the volley. He grabbed the stray hand, and landed a hard volley of smacks to her thighs, turning them crimson within a matter of minutes. She shrieked, and buried her head into the blanket. “Please no more,” she begged, broken sobs and hitched breathing following the plea.

“I will not tolerate this behavior. It does not look good on you. It does no good for either of us. The next time you need something, you come to me and ask directly for it. No more stomping. No more huffing and throwing things just because I can’t read your mind.” And with that statement, he redirected the spoon and landed 20 smacks to her sore and swollen ass.

Her body went limp and she sobbed into the bed, deep shuddering breaths in between sobs. He set the spoon down, and rubbed her back till her breathing began to calm down. He scooped her up, and set her on his lap , shifting her weight off her backside. She curled into him, breaths turning lighter, till he suspected she’d fallen asleep. He tucked her into bed, planting soft kisses on her head. She sighed, and her hand moved to grasp his. “I love you,” she breathed, and thenshe was asleep again.

I’m so excited about today!

It’s an ordinary Tuesday, why am I so excited? Because it’s an ordinary Tuesday. Ordinary days are my very favorites. There is so much going on. There have been a bunch of doctor visits. Yesterday, I was in charge of decorating our church for Christmas. There were about a dozen of us and we had a good time.

 

Tomorrow I’m going shopping with Mollie – and you know I love spending time with Mollie. And of course the next day is Thanksgiving and we’ll be seeing Nick’s family. I enjoying visiting with them and the food will be good.

 

But today… today Nick is at work, and I don’t have to go ANYWHERE! I’ll wake up when the sun wakes me up. I’ll fix a little breakfast when I feel like it. After watching GMA and a little of Kelly and Ryan, I’ll get a cup of coffee and head to my writing room. I’ll turn on my gas logs and curl up with one of the cats and we’ll write a little. Mostly emails today. My sister sent me one of her books to beta read for her, so I’ll spend some time doing that. 

And if I read enough to make me sleepy, I’ll stretch on in the recliner and take a nap. I have all the fixing for a nice meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner. And after dinner Nick and I will watch the next episode of the Crown and then I probably watch a movie after he goes to bed.

I can only imagine how dull that sounds to many of you – but it’s my very favorite type of day. Special days are fine – Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mother’s Day, birthdays, etc… but my very favorites are ordinary days when I can stay home and do exactly what I want to do all day.

Welcome all!

 

Hello everyone! Welcome to Love Our Lurkers Day! I'm proud to say I've taken part in everyone so far. I wanted to write a little about spanking today. I know I rarely do, but if you’re still lurking here you certainly deserve it, so just a word.

 

I am a spanko. I was born a spanko and I have no doubt I’ll die a spanko. The fact that we no longer practice the lifestyle has nothing to do with it. If you too are a spanko I get you. I completely understand your secrecy at times, your longing for the lifestyle, your giggles at some spankings and your tears at others. You’ll never look at an array of belts or wooden spoons without the thoughts in your head. 

I have a decade and mores worth of old posts asking spanking questions, telling spanking stories, giving spanking instruction and suggestions for how to get your partner to spank. Please, please go back and look. In fact, the same can be said for most of us bloggers. Go look in everyone’s archives!

 

When I was thinking of writing today post something I read in a book a long time ago came to mind. I read this close to fifty years ago and not only did I remember it, but I was also able to find the book! Though it was written for something entirely different it made me think of the journey through life as a spanko. I’m paraphrasing a little of it.

 

We’re on a journey though the ins and outs of the spanking lifestyle. As you wander through the different blogs get comfortable, visit with us and let us gain knowledge from one another. Here we can talk of our experiences. It’s good to see this lifestyle through the eyes of others.

There is acceptance here. You are welcome to come and go. We may not be here tomorrow – we’re on a journey ourselves, you know. Please stop and speak. Through these posts may we all enjoy and gain strength from one another.

 

Thank you for coming by today. Please come by anytime. It’s true, we don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, but we can enjoy today together.

The Challenge, part two

I survivied yesterday's endoscopy just fine. The doctor said all looked well but they will do all the test and send me a letter soon. After I got home I got a call from the sleep clinic and asked if I could come do the sleep study tonight (Tuesday night) so I should be leaving here in a minute with my little pillow to sleep with electrodes hooked all over me and a mask on my nose. It's been a great day. No matter, here's the rest of the story.

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~