I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Monday, September 26, 2022

The Saga of PK and Ballou

I wrote here about us adopting a new cat. I decided that if he was going to be a permanent member of our family he would have to be neutered.  At first, I worried about neutering someone else’s cat. But when no one treated his ears and he had scratched himself raw I assumed no one was caring for him.

I was able to get him back into the cat carrier and took him to my old boss for the surgery. He’s retired now, but still the best vet I know. Doc knocked Ballou out and I assisted with the surgery as I’d done hundreds of times before.


Ballou came home with instruction to not let him out that night because his vision would be really off. I put him in the bathroom as he was waking up. Several hours later he was still very wobbly, he was unable to walk across the floor without falling every other step. 

He seemed to have no idea what to do with a litter box, so I carried him out to a bit of grass. Then this cat, who could not walk across the room, took off in a dead run to the woods behind the house and disappeared into the underbrush. 

I was frantic! He had only had surgery a few hours before and he was still heavily sedated. The weather was cooler, well the coolest we’d had this season and it was raining. We looked, we rattled the food box, we called lovely… nothing, Ballou was gone.

This happened Saturday afternoon. My hope was that he would avoid the many possible dangers in the woods, sober up, and come on home the next morning. That didn’t happen. I was truly worried we scared him off for good this time. But I kept hoping.


Monday found me hoping and praying he’d come back. I decided to go looking. There is a creek behind the house and I’d worried he could have fallen in while still ‘drunk.’ I was standing on the bank trying to look for him when my feet slipped on the muddy bank and down I went sliding all the way to the water. Now it was much of a fall, I just sat on my butt. However I quickly realized I couldn’t get up. I desperately wished Nick was with me, but if he had been I’m sure he would have been busy filming the whole thing. 

Not me, of course, 
but you get the general idea.


After wallowing around for a while in the thick, slippery mud, I managed to get to my hands and knees and tried to climb back up the bank – barely more than a large step in dry weather. But the mud was fighting me all the way. The only plant around me were brier bushes and they were no help. I did have my phone with me, but I was damned if I was going to call anyone to see what I was going through. Finally, I made it up the bank but getting to my feet without anything to help me was still a struggle.  Eventually, I made it and headed back to the house for a hot shower. I’d seen no signs of Ballou. And he didn’t come back that day.


By Tuesday I was losing hope and spent the day shaking the food box and calling for him. Then that evening around 10:00 PM I walked by the glass storm door and there he sat, calm, well-groomed ready to come in for something to eat. He ate for a long while, got some water and then quietly curled up in Nick’s chair for the night. All and all I’d say he’d fared better than I did since I was still nursing a pulled muscle from my awkward rise from the mud.


I think it’s safe to say that we have two cats now. Ballou sleeps here in the house each night, stays around to visit until around ten each morning then disappears into the woods until dark when he comes home for dinner. Obviously, he has his rounds to make each day, but after all this I’m not going to worry about him. I’m going to assume he can take care of himself. Hopefully I’ll be able to say the same for myself one day.


Thursday, September 22, 2022

Home from the wedding

We’re home from the wedding all in one piece and I have to admit I had a lot of fun. Of course, the most fun came from being with my kids! I hadn’t seen the boys in person since January. They looked great and Collin was walking well with his cane.


I sat in on the bridesmaid’s hair and make-up session. That was a new one for me. Mollie looked absolutely beautiful when they finished. I’d never seen her in false eyelashes the whole effect was amazing. Here she is having her hair done.

The wedding was held in a castle, which had some beautiful spots for pictures.

The first thing my niece said to me about her dress was, “It’s got pockets!” And I have to say I loved her choice of footwear too.

The reception was complete with a wonderful dinner and an enormous array of desserts. After we ate our fill, we danced – sometime with partners, sometimes not. But we danced and danced. It really was a fun wedding. But I'm not used to dancing and my feet burned all night. I think I'm too old to have so much fun!

Friday, September 16, 2022

Off to the wedding

It’s been a crazy busy week. We’re heading out to the wedding on Sunday morning. It’s about two hours away. Mollie is the maid of honor. We get to see LJ and Collin. There will be tons of family there. Even if I don’t like weddings, I’m going to enjoy this one. Here are the outfits I came up with for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.


I hope my niece and my sister survive this. Of course, the couple has already been married for three years. And he’s lived in Japan for most of that time, but that’s another story.

Monday, September 12, 2022

Things you need to know if you move to the south

1. A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the South.

3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the South, plus a couple no one's seen before.

4. If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.

5. Onced and Twiced are words.

6. It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!

7. Jawl-P? means: Did you all go to the bathroom?

8. People actually grow, eat, and like okra.

9. Fixinto is one word. It means I'm going to do something.

10. There is no such thing as lunch. There is only dinner and then there's supper.

11. Iced tea is appropriate for all meals, and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar. It is referred to as the Wine of the South.

12. Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you.

13. The word jeet is actually a question meaning, 'Did you eat?'

14. You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you're done or it's too dark to see.

15. You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH ‘em.

16. Y'all is singular. All Y'all is plural.

17. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

18. You carry jumper cables in your car for your OWN car.

19. You only own five spices: salt, pepper, mustard, Tabasco, and ketchup.

20. The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports, motorsports, and gossip.

21. Everyone you meet is a Honey, Sugar, Miss (first name), or Mr. (first name)

22. You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

23. You know what a hissy fit is.

24. Fried catfish is the other white meat.

25. We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive!!!

26. If you understand all these, y'all come on down. We'll be glad to have you! 


Thursday, September 08, 2022

Our new addition

Nick and I have had cats since we married – I brought one with me. Over the years we’ve had between one and four cats at the time. Most of the cats we’ve had during these thirty-nine years have been volunteers who just happened by. We’ve long felt that we have the word ‘suckers’ written on our house in cat language.

This is our current cat. We’ve had her about ten years now. She’s a timid thing. She does not like other animals. She won’t stand up for herself, so she usually runs and hides if another cat or dog is around. But way back last December a cat came around and she didn’t run from it. They would just sit a few feet apart and stare at one another.


We’d put cat food out for it. I can’t stand to see anything hungry and not help. But this stray didn’t act like a normal stray cat. First off, it didn’t come by every day. In fact, often it would go weeks and weeks without coming by. We felt it probably had several suckers on the line and we were just one of the homes feeding him.


But lately he seems determined to stay. So far, I’ve been able to get him his vaccinations and treat him for ear mites. He had scratched large open sores just below his ears and I’ve just about gotten those healed up too. My old boss has agreed to neuter him Saturday, provide I can wrangle him back into the cat carrier.


He has lovely blue eyes, so I thought we call him Blue. That didn’t suit Nick. He finally suggested Ballou – you remember Cat Ballou? 

If you don’t look it up, it was my favorite movie as a kid. I saw it eight times in the theater.


Here is our newest addition – Ballou. And be sure to check out the raccoon tail.

Monday, September 05, 2022

One last skinny dip

There went summer. No more white shoes or white pants, as if I followed fashion rules. The pumpkin craze, which shouldn’t begin until October is bearing down on us at a full gallop. The temperature hasn’t fallen yet, but it probably will have by the end of the month.

We celebrated the unofficial end of summer in our own way. We have neighbors on both sides of us, but with plenty of yard in between. Behind us there are thick woods. Our neighbors aren’t home very often on weekends, but as an added precaution Nick has put up curtains at the sides of our pool. With these curtains pulled Nick and I took what is probably our last skinny dip of the summer Friday afternoon. If you’ve never taken the opportunity to skinny dip, you really need to. It’s a wonderfully freeing feeling. I’m not in the pool as often as I should be but the bliss of not fighting with a bathing suit – getting it on or off, really does add to the joy.

Later this month is the wedding I got my new outfits for, and LJ and Collin will be joining us. Collin no longer needs his crutches, only the cane. And he will be going back to work when they get back from the wedding. He is definitely healing. I’m much more excited about seeing them than I am about the wedding. It’s been since January.

We are moving toward Fall and I love that feeling – just as long as I don’t OD on pumpkin spice.

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Bullet has a home

It’s taken a while to get worked out, but my FIL’s dog, Bullet, is now in the perfect home. I wrote about Bullet here shortly after FIL died. None of the five kids had a suitable place for this sweet dog. We couldn’t think of anywhere he would truly be happy out of the valley he seemed to own.

For the past six months one of us has driven up each day to check on him, visit a little and feed him. On our trips up there, we also found out that many of the neighbors were stopping by with daily treats. The majority of church members from FIL’s church brought him little tidbits each Sunday and he happily sat on the church porch to greet and thank church members each week. 

But the house is now sold. As of yesterday. A young couple, who has family in the valley, was willing to buy the house ‘as is.’ And let me tell you – that ain’t great. I don’t think that there is a square inch of the house that doesn’t need major work, plumbing, electrical, well/water issues... it’s just a very old house and FIL didn’t believe in fixing things up or trying to make them pretty. I love the ten acres that come with it, but if I was going to buy it the first thing I’d do would be to tear down the house and start over.

When we talked to the young couple Nick’s sister teasingly told them that ‘as is’ meant that we still all met there to eat lunch every Sunday. The young man grinned and said, “We both work on Sundays. Y’all come on.” We went on to add, and of course Bullet come with the house too, still teasing. But the couple smiled and said, “Of course Bullets welcome to stay.” The young man adding, "I’ve known Bullet since I was a kid. He’s part of the valley.”

Now really what could be better for him?

We’re all happy that it sold and so happy for Bullet, but Sunday when we had our ‘last’ lunch there it was pretty sad. That piece of land has been in their family for over a hundred years. It’s where I’ve eaten lunch nearly every Sunday for over forty years. And the family has been closer because of it. There were lots of tears. Mollie was there the Sunday before last but she wouldn’t go up this Sunday. I’m not sure it’s really going to hit everyone until Christmas eve. I just can’t imagine being anywhere else. So many memories.

Saturday, August 27, 2022

I'm happy, Mollie... not so much

Monday begins school in these parts and each year at this time I get a fresh wave of joy that I am retired. I try not to dance and shout out praises too exuberantly in Mollie’s presents. But it’s hard to hold it in. I really enjoyed teaching for the first sixteen years. I had a wonderful partner and together we had fun

We made it fun for the children too and they seemed to learn wonderfully well in that atmosphere. Teaching was fine for another eight years after that partner retired and left me. Not quite as much fun but still a good career and I enjoyed the children.


But those last six years … not fun. The new principal and I butted heads about everything. He had little man syndrome and felt he had to micromanage everything. I was far enough in my career, having taught twenty-four years to his four, to know a lot more than he did about how to actually teach. 

By the end of his time there it had degenerated to our occasionally shouting at one another and when he would call me to his office to discuss something I’d bring out my phone to record the meeting, making no effort to hide it.


My last year we had a lady principal who floated through the school doing nothing and making no decisions at all. Of course, by then I had stopped paying any attention to administrators, blew off any and all meetings that they called and concentrated on teaching my pupils. That was a pretty good year.


For me retirement has been, and continues to be, heaven on Earth!


Mollie, at the other end of her career is beginning her eighth-year teaching. But she anticipated this one being better than last. She will only have sixteen students in class and most teachers can tell you, that’s a great number. You can do some teaching with that number. 


I’ve stocked her room with Kleenex, Clorox wipes and hand sanitizer (they are no longer allowed to ask parents to send these things in.) I’ve given her cash for other things she might need later in the year. Most of these things are bought by teachers these days and, for the moment, I’m blessed with deeper pockets than she has. I really pray she’s right and that this will be a great year for her. But I imagine this might be the way she’ll start off.

With summer vacation over, 
Miss Mollie was having a tough time 
transitioning back to teaching.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

That time again


Guess what I got to do yesterday?

Monday, August 22, 2022

Great Ass... I mean art.

Just thought I'd post this for all

 you art lovers out here.

 A Picasso master piece.

Friday, August 19, 2022

I have to see it first

Do any of you enjoy writing stories? I used to host Fantasy Friday where different people wrote spanking stories and I’d post it for them. Gradually people stopped sending them in. But if anyone wants to try one, I’d still be happy to post it for you.


Doing short stories is how I started writing. I had tons of them in my head because before I came out to Nick it was my only spanking outlet. This latest book is going slowly and I’ve finally figured out why. Before I can write different parts of a part of the book I sit there with my eyes closed, so I can watch what's happening. 

Lots of time I’m watching all my characters as I’m going to sleep or as I’m slowly waking up in the mornings. Of course, as I’m watching them I’m hearing the dialogue too.


That’s why I was so shocked by Lily when she joined the gang. I was just watching a scene play out, mostly knowing where it was going – when this stranger burst into the room and took over, then she ended up never leaving.

 Lately I’ve been listening to audiobooks and spending less time watching and listening to Cassie. And I’ve realized that’s what’s slowing me down. 

As of now I’m off audiobooks until I get this latest book finished. I know what happened – but I still need to see it in order to write it. Nick teased me about napping when I say I’m writing, and I do occasionally fall asleep. But much of the time I am pre-writing or watching it all so I can write it. Writing can be weird, but I do love it.


And if anyone is willing to write a Fantasy Friday for us, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com and I’ll be happy to host you.

Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Not a Wedding Person

I hate weddings. Well, that’s not completely true. I hate getting dressed up for weddings. I hate getting dressed up period. But the family weddings I’m going to in September and October are big fancy deals. For each wedding we’re invited to not only the wedding but also the rehearsal dinners. They are family wedding, so I’ll be seeing and sitting with the same people. Ugg…


I asked Nick to go fancy clothes shopping with me. You should have seen his scared, bewildered face. I finally told him I was kidding and that Mollie was coming with me. He was so relieved he truly didn’t care how much I spent.


I won't be wearing these!

One of my worst phobias about dressing up is having to wear decent shoes. So I was looking for pants and I actually found two really nice dress pants outfits. Then Mollie dug through my closet and found enough things to make the other two outfits. I think I have some flats that will work with them. But I’m still not wild about dressing up.


I do pray that Mollie will marry at some point. I hope she elopes and comes home to tell me how wonderful it was, and I’ll cheerfully hand her a check for the cost of a lovely wedding. I realize this makes me a horrible mother, but as I’ve told friends I hate to spend what could be a nice down payment on a house for the newlyweds, on one party. However, if that what Mollie wants, I’ll grin and bear it.

Friday, August 12, 2022

Maybe I don’t need to worry so much

This happened last month but it still makes me smile. We went on a family picnic for the 4th of July with Nick's brothers and sisters. The place we go is deep in the mountains and we have no cell service. We always go for breakfast, so we leave home pretty early. We went, had a great picnic, and headed home about lunchtime.

When we were about halfway home Mollie began laughing and muttering, ‘I can’t believe them.’ It seems that Mollie and two teaching friends keep an ongoing text chain. These two ladies are in their late forties and early fifties with half grown children. They had been texting for a while when they noticed Mollie wasn’t with them. This is the conversation that followed.

Where’s Mollie? She’s usually up by now.

I don’t know. This is weird. Did she say she was going off today.

She didn’t say anything to me.

I’m going to call her. This isn’t normal.

Let me know.

Well, she’s not answering. Should we call her mama? I don’t want to scare her if it’s nothing.

I know. I don’t want her to worry.

I’m going to ride over to her house and see if everything’s okay…

Well, I’m here and the dogs are here, but her car is gone. I’m gonna go ahead and water her plants while I’m here. 

These exchanges and driving over and watering the plant took about two hours all together and it was about then that Mollie popped into the conversation.

Good grief girls, I told you I was going on a picnic with my family. We just don’t get cell reception there.

You didn’t tell me you were going!

You didn’t tell me either!

I did too. You all don’t pay any attention when we talk in person. But I do appreciate you watering my plants.

No problem. But don’t run away and scare us again.

I suppose if her friends are this attentive, I don’t have to spend my time worrying about her. I think they’ve got her covered. And her plants too.

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Another weekend visit

I found another place to spend a beautiful weekend. The house always makes me feel like I'm visiting Cassie. I didn't spend the weekend writing but I spent it with my sister, our favorite cousin and all our menfolk. But as nice as it was I loved getting back home too. I'm planning on staying here a while.


Saturday, August 06, 2022

Need a Good Summer Read?

I'll be on my way to my cousin's lake house by the time this goes up. We didn't have our reunion this year, but the lake trip was still on. It's a lovely, relaxing, peaceful spot and it's interior is my basic lay out of Cassie and Tom's home. So I feel like I'm visiting with them too.

In the hopes that new readers still come by, this post tells you about my books. This was up at PK Corey's Reading Room a couple of weeks ago, so if you read it there you can stop now. But for those reading who don't know about my books, please check this out and see if you'd like to try one.

I write love stories. My stories are about Tom and Cassie and a few other ‘mature’ couples who have long-term, deep and steady loving marriages. Allie and Jenny and their husbands have the passion of young love as they begin their marriages and Sophie and Ryder, still in their teens, have the excited discovering love of those just starting out. Adding to that is the deep abiding love of friends – I write about the friendships all women, maybe all people, yearn for. The love is the most important for me but running a close second it the spankings. My couples all have chosen to incorporate spanking into their lives, mostly for fun, but yes, discipline often comes up also.


This is what you’ll find in my books – love, friendship and spanking! Exactly what I’ve always wanted to read myself.


Here are my three series:


Cassie’s Space series


These ten books introduce Cassie. She is my friend and has been since she wandered into my imagination fifty-four years ago. She is married to Tom, the man who loves her in a way that makes my heart nearly burst with happiness for the two of them. He loves her, guides her, protects her and when necessary, spanks the fool out of her. I’ve been told that their adventures are exciting, funny and realistic. Their love-life is passionate and fulfilling – but you’ll hear no graphic details, Cassie is a lady and giving too much detail would not be proper.

Cal’s Law series


Cal and Jenny are one of my younger couple. The spanking in their relationship began mere minutes after they met, and Cal hasn’t let up much since. There relationship has it’s struggles, but these two are meant to be together. They live in the same town as Cassie and Tom and there is a lot of interactions among the character of both series. Jenny is not as reluctant as Cassie to openly discuss her sex life, so you’ll find a little more spice in this series.


On the River series


In this, my latest series, everyone is around – all the characters I’ve grown to love over the years are living on the area of the river that they call The Landing. Their lives, their adventures, even their spankings sometimes intertwine. By this time in the series, I’m just typing as my characters tell me what’s happening. And I love it!

These books do take you through time as it passes, but please don’t think you have to read them in order. Start anywhere. Just grab one and give it a try. If you are a spanking enthusiast, I know you'll enjoy it.


I’ll close today with a review on the latest book. This is one of the finest reviews I’ve ever had. 


Starting with the first Cassie book until now, I have never been disappointed or failed to wait expectantly for the next one.

And, of course, the links -

Cassie's Space (book one)   
Cassie's Tale (book two)                       
Cassie on the Move (book three)          
Cassie's River Living (book four)        
Cassie's Conflict (book five)
Cassie's Influence (book six)
Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)
Cassie Corralled (book eight)
Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)
Cassie's Life (book ten)

Cal's Law (book one)
Becoming Family (book two)
Educating Jenny (book three)
Searching for Home (book four)

On the River (book one)