Welcome to Saturday Spankings. In today’s snippet from Secrets on the River, Annie has a hard story to tell her friends. Going back to when she was fifteen, she tells of the year her father lived overseas and her mother had invited her stepbrother to live with them. Soon after he came, he secretly began molesting Annie.
Everyone was quiet as Annie studied her hands. “I’ll spare you the graphic details, but he eventually graduated to rape. I was a virgin and the birds and the bees talk had been very minimal in our home. I was shocked and terrified. And I had no one to turn to for answers as to what was going on.
“I’m not sure how long it was before I realized I was pregnant. That’s when I started actually barricading my door. That made him really mad and he started lying to my mother about me, telling her he’d caught me with boys doing all manner of things I’d never even have thought to do. I pretty much lived in my room for months. I guess I was being punished, but it suited me fine. I never got very big and I was able to hide the pregnancy.”
Cassie and Sue exchanged looks of pure sadness. Cassie leaned over and hugged her tightly. “Annie I can’t imagine how you stood it. And you were so sheltered. How did you even find someone who performed abortions back then?”
“I didn’t have an abortion,” Annie said quietly. “I’m not even sure I knew there were such things back then. As soon as school was out, I begged my mother to let me stay with my grandmother for the summer. She lived in Philadelphia. Mother told me yes, since I had caused so much trouble at home.” Annie’s face hardened. “I’d barely been out of my room for months. I hadn’t caused her a damn bit of trouble. I wasn’t sure my grandmother could help or if she would, but it couldn’t be worse.
“My grandmother was in the beginning stages of dementia, maybe Alzheimer’s or hardening of the arteries or something. She did recognize me, but she soon forgot about me being there. I met some of her friends who stopped by every day. They helped her out. One brought groceries to her and another wrote her checks for the bills. Actually, it was a great place to hide. I moved upstairs and then heard her tell her friends I’d gone home. I’d go down and visit with her at night, straighten up a bit and sometimes cook for her. Then I’d tell her I was going home and go back upstairs. For days she would tell her friends, ‘My granddaughter came to visit, but she went home.’ And they believed her.
“I was content, well as content as possible under the circumstances. I tried to convince myself life could go on like that forever. I realized what a lie that was the day my water broke.”
“Oh, Annie…” Cassie cried, taking her arm. Sue leaned forward, laying her hand on Annie’s foot just to be connected.
Annie closed her eyes as if she couldn’t go on. “When the memory forces its way into my mind,” she said, “I can’t tell you which comes back the strongest—the bone-crushing pain or the absolute terror of the next few hours.”
Silence filled the hotel room as the women sat holding on to one another. When Annie continued, her voice was hardly above a whisper. “I had the baby in my grandmother’s bathtub. I couldn’t even scream. I didn’t want the neighbors to hear me. I was sure the baby was dead. I was surprised I’d lived through such an ordeal, surely an infant couldn’t. I’d read exactly one book from my high school library, on childbirth. I knew two things, tie off the cord and clear the mouth. And that’s what I did. Then she cried.”
Cassie closed her eyes. She didn’t want to hear anymore. Annie had been a mere child, a terrified one. Cassie fought the urge to cover her ears. She took a quick glance at Sue who looked as horrified and sick as she felt. To both it seemed they had taken some of the pain and terror into themselves.
In a voice that sounded strange to Cassie’s ears, Sue asked, “What did you do then?” Cassie was sure neither of them wanted to hear the answer.
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!
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 -
I am in the midst of changing publishers. At the moment only these books can be found on Amazon. I hope to have all the other back early in the new year.
Undercurrents on the River (book four)
Family on the River (book five)
Sunset on the River (book six)
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