Fantasy Friday - Christmas Eve II

A good friend, Donna Steele, is hosting me on her blog today. She was one of the first vanilla friend I came out to and she was so accepting - and amused. She is an excellent writer and has given me so much help in all the details involved in actually getting published. She has a Christmas book coming out on the 17th and I will be interviewing her over at the Reading Room then.  Please come by Donna's blog and say hey.

If you didn’t get a chance to read my post yesterday, please go back here and read it.  Fantasy Friday needs help. I have gotten one email from someone who is thinking of writing so cross your fingers.

Since I have to run re-runs at the moment, I thought we might like some with a Christmas theme. This story came from my friend, Mary. I haven’t heard from her in a while, but I remember she was a big fan of spanking stories with four young children. I’m guessing she stays pretty busy, but maybe if she sees this she’ll think of writing again.  I hope you enjoy…

Christmas Eve

It was a week before Christmas. Renee was just about finished with her shopping, but decided to take a quick stroll through the mall just to see if anything caught her eye. It was Saturday afternoon and the kids were spending the day with their grandparents while Bill was out of town for another week. Renee was in no hurry and was enjoying the time to herself.

Before she even realized it, she found herself browsing the racks in Victoria’s Secret. She certainly didn’t need any more lingerie, but somehow, that’s where she usually drifted when she was just window shopping. The sale signs had lured her into the store but she really had no intention of buying anything. There certainly was nobody on her shopping list that she would consider buying lingerie for. At the panties table she quickly spotted three pairs of panties that she thought were just adorable.

Of course, they were on sale for 5 for $25, so instead of just getting three, she quickly found two more pair to get the “sale” price. She had a drawer full of panties at home, but she just couldn’t resist the cute Christmas designs and had a sneaking suspicion that Bill would like them just as much, whether they were on or off. Next, she saw a rack with silky camisoles and matching shorts (very short shorts at that). Renee immediately imagined herself surprising Bill Christmas Eve by wearing the sexy, red lingerie while they were up late finishing up the gifts under the tree. Of course, the set was $60, and not on sale, but she quickly justified the expense and made her purchases and then continued walking the mall and window shopping before calling it a day and heading home.

The next week passed quickly with last minute preparations for Christmas parties, a doctor’s appt, grocery shopping, a trip to the library with the kids, and picking up some last minute Christmas presents that Renee had forgotten about until Bill reminded her over the phone one night.

Finally, it was Christmas Eve and Bill was expected home from his long business trip. Renee prepared for his homecoming by enjoying a nice, hot shower, carefully shaving her legs and then applying make-up and fixing her hair to please her husband whom she had not seen in over 2 weeks. The afternoon was filled with excitement as the kids rushed up the sidewalk to meet their daddy coming home. Bill met Renee on the front porch and embraced her with a long, romantic kiss. He commented on how beautiful she looked and then they got everyone inside and somewhat settled down. Renee began unpacking Bill’s bags to get started on the laundry that she knew awaited her, and Bill pulled out small souvenirs from his trip for each of the kids before sorting through a pile of unopened mail on the table.

“Where’s my gift?” Renee asked teasingly as she reached up and nibbled on Bill’s earlobe.

“You’ll get yours later, young lady….” he replied with a grin and playful swat to her backside.

There was excited chatter all during dinner about Bill’s trip, the kids’ activities over the past 2 weeks, etc. Finally, by 8 o’clock, the kids were in bed, the dishwasher had been started and Renee collapsed onto the couch into Bill’s lap. She knew that there was still work to be done, filling up stockings and getting ready for the next morning, but she just wanted to relax in her husband’s strong, comforting arms for a few minutes. After a brief break, Bill announced that he had a surprise for his wife. Renee suddenly remembered the new lingerie that she had kept hidden in her closet for the past week.

“Oh! I have a surprise for you too!” Renee announced excitedly and jumped off of his lap. “I’ll be right back.”

In Renee’s absence, Bill went out to his car and returned with a small box, wrapped in red paper with a white bow. Meanwhile, Renee quickly changed out of her jeans and slipped into the camisole and shorts. She was a little chilly, as was evidenced by the condition of her breasts, but she quickly returned to the living room, knowing that Bill could warm her up. She grinned as his eyes widened and she returned to her previous position, this time facing him, with her bare legs spread across his lap. Bill, trying to conceal his grin, hugged her tightly and rubbed up and down her shoulders, back and backside. After a moment of gentle caressing, he said, “Now, you need to open your gift from me” as he placed the small box in front of her. Filled with the excitement of a little girl on Christmas morning, Renee quickly opened the box, and after separating the layers of tissue paper, she discovered a sexy little red camisole with matching shorts, identical to the set that she was wearing. Renee burst out laughing and Bill joined her in laughter.

“Oh, honey, I can’t believe you bought me the exact same lingerie!! You’ve never bought me lingerie before!” Renee giggled.

A little more serious tone to his voice, Bill responded, “Well, well, well, it looks as though somebody has been a little naughty and gone shopping for herself without permission when she should have been buying the Christmas presents that I had to remind her about last week.” It was true. Renee almost always discussed her purchases with Bill, especially frivolous and unnecessary purchases such as this. It was not a demand that he placed on her, just a courteous act on her part to maintain good communication and keep the checking account under control.

Renee blushed at this suggestion and started to defend herself, “but…I just wanted….I didn’t think I had to…..”

William cut her off by placing his finger on her lips and whispering “sssshh.”

“And what happens to naughty little girls on Christmas Eve?” Bill continued as he tapped her bottom.

A little shocked, Renee stammered, “I….I don’t know….”

“Then let me educate you” he answered as he quickly and easily lifted Renee and flipped her over his knee. He gently caressed the silky red fabric that barely covered his wife’s bottom, noticing the lower curve of her bottom that peeked out from the short shorts and chuckling at the thought of turning her cheeks the same color red as her lingerie.

“This is what happens to naughty (SMACK) little (SMACK) girls (SMACK) on Christmas (SMACK) Eve (SMACK)!!”

“Owwww! That hurts!” Renee exclaimed, suddenly realizing that her husband had become very comfortable guiding her across his knee for a sound spanking. In fact, she had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed it even more than she did.

“It’s a spanking, sweetheart. (SMACK) It’s supposed to hurt! (SMACK) And you asked for it! (SMACK)”

“I did no such thing! (SMACK) Ow! I only wanted to surprise you! (SMACK)”

“Oh, you did surprise me, AND you asked for your spanking! (SMACK SMACK SMACK) I specifically recall you asking me to take charge over you and take you across my knee as I saw fit, whether you were naughty or not. (SMACK SMACK SMACK) And you were definitely VERY naughty while I was away! (SMACK SMACK SMACK)” He shifted his position just a bit in order to accommodate the bulge in his pants.

“Hmmppff!” Renee had no comeback. It was true that she had specifically asked to be spanked regularly and had secretly been wishing that Bill would be more firm and spontaneously take the initiative to spank her more often. However, reality was now sinking in quickly and painfully!

The spanking continued as Bill sometimes spanked in one particular spot several times in a row or alternated all across and up and down both sides of her bottom.

He finally stopped spanking and rested his hand on Renee’s very warm bottom. Renee breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her body across Bill’s lap and he began rubbing the soreness from her bottom.

“Ahh, that feels much better.”

“But you liked the spanking too, right?” Bill asked with a grin.

“Well…..yes, but…” SMACK “Ow!! Not fair!”

“No “buts” young lady! You just admitted that you liked it.”

Man, was he being dominant tonight! And she absolutely loved it!

Bill let Renee turn over and then sit up on his lap. He continued to rub her backside and she returned the favor by nibbling and kissing all over his chest, neck, arms and face. Soon, Renee found herself being lifted from the couch and carried to the bedroom. Indeed, the spanking had been a great start to an even more exciting evening. Once their two naked bodies were relaxed once again, lying next to each other, Renee asked Bill to retrieve a pair of panties for her to wear for the remainder of the evening, as they still had to finish preparing the Christmas stockings. After he opened the drawer and pulled out a cute pair of red panties with a candy cane print scattered across them, he grinned an evil grin and said, “Looks like I just discovered some more naughty behavior, missy…..” Renee opened her mouth to protest, surprised that he even noticed the new panties, but then shut it, realizing that no explanation was going to get her out of this one. In an instant, Bill was sitting on the side of the bed with Renee draped across his lap once again.

“And just exactly what else did you buy on your little shopping excursion, young lady?” the questioning began.

“Just a few pairs of panties….”

“How many is a few?” Bill demanded.

“Only…..five” Renee answered quietly.

“ONLY five???”

“Yes! I promise!”

“Very well then….”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

The hard spanks landed across Renee’s already sore and blushing bottom. She thought the 5 spanks were sufficient for the 5 pairs of panties she had purchased, but Bill did not let her up and continued his questioning.

“And how much did these five pairs of panties cost, my dear?”

“Ummmm…..about $20….I think” Renee answered, trying to skirt the truth just a little in an effort to protect her burning backside.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“I suggest you stop thinking about it and come out with the truth young lady!”

“Ok, ok….they were on sale, 5 pair for $25!”

“I see….and did you need 5 more pair of panties?”

“Well, no….but I really liked 3 of them, so I decided to get all 5 because of the sale.”

“However, if you had just bought 3 pair, you would have spent less than $25, correct??”

“Well….I guess….” SMACK “Yes! You’re right sweetheart!”

“And, if you had spent less than $25, you would be receiving less than 25 more swats tonight, right??”

Renee suddenly realized where her husband was headed with this line of questioning. She groaned and answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Very well then. I am glad that we agree.”

Bill then proceeded to apply 25 more swats, in groups of 5, across the top and bottom of each side of her backside, finishing with 5 final hard swats just under her bottom on her sit spot. Renee was squirming and wiggling trying to escape the strong clutch of her husband, but he was certainly stronger and in a much better position to show his strength. After the spanking, he finally let her back up.

“So, do you think Victoria’s little secret has anything to do with a sore tush?” Renee asked playfully as she rubbed her bottom.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but I sure do like our little secret….” Bill answered, grinning his evil grin, as he patted his favorite little tush in front of him.

Renee immediately climbed on top of him, pushing him backwards onto the bed, needing to feel him once more. She then proceeded to show him her appreciation for his firm, loving hand. After another round of robust love-making, the two lovebirds decided that they really must finish getting ready for Christmas morning and then get some sleep. Renee pulled out her stash of stocking stuffers and they set to work, filling each stocking carefully. Within just a few minutes they were back in bed, snuggled up against each other, drifting off to sleep for just a few short hours before the children woke up with squeals of excitement.

Imagine Renee’s surprise when she awoke to discover that, not only do naughty little girls get their bottoms spanked on Christmas Eve, but they also receive a wooden spoon in their stocking on Christmas morning…..

~~o0o~~

I hope everyone enjoyed the story and  Mary if you're reading, another big thanks to you.

If anyone finds time for a little creative writing over the holidays and is willing to share with the rest of us you can sent it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revisited - A Lovely Day for a Bike Ride

Soon after you read this I'll officially be a mother-in-law. Wow. I've never been one of those before. Nick and I agree that we've had the two best mothers-in-law in the world. I hope I can keep up the tradition.

I was looking for a story for this week so I could get things ready early and I was so happy to come upon this one for several reasons. One it's a great story and two, it was written my my friend Faerie! This was back before she began her blog Faerie Learns to Fly.  See what can happen once you write a Fantasy Friday. 

I'll get ready to take off and you all enjoy...

A LOVELY DAY FOR A BIKE RIDE

“Babe, turn up the stereo, please.”

He was expecting this; she always asks to have the stereo turned up when she gets to the far end of the pool deck. He walks over to turn it up for her and pauses to watch for a minute. He watches her dance to the music as she works on vacuuming the pool. He loves to watch her dance, so sensual the way she moves. He shakes his head and goes back to his project leaving her to her dancing.

When she’s finished vacuuming she walks into the pool house and through to his workroom stripping off her sundress as she goes. She’s wearing her new swimsuit underneath. “Hey baby, wanna go for a swim with me?” She asks as she snakes her arms around his waist from behind him.

“Sure, just give me a minute, I’m almost done here.”

“OK, I’ll just wait over here.” She wanders over to the motorcycle parked in the corner and leans against the seat. He hasn’t looked up at her yet.

He grabs a shop rag to wipe his hands as he turns towards her. “New suit?” he asks.

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“Well, let’s see,” he motions for her to turn for him.

She slowly stands and turns, making sure he gets a good view. She hasn’t worn such a skimpy suit in a long time, but when she saw it in the store she couldn’t resist buying it.

The silver clasp nestled between her breasts on the black bikini top shines against her skin. The French cut of the bottoms make her already long legs appear to go on forever. He walks over to her grabs her hand and twirls her around again so he can get a second look. He pulls her in close and whispers into her ear, “beautiful”.

“Ready for that swim?” she asks innocently as she snuggles closer to him reaching down to run her hands along the front of his shorts.

“Uhnh”, he groans, “I thought you wanted to swim?” he asks huskily.

“I do. Let’s go” she tries to step away, but he’s holding her tight, she’s trapped in the circle of his arms. He reaches up and flicks the clasp on her top open. His hand tangles in her long hair, firmly tugging. She moans as she feels his lips on her now exposed neck, working their way down to her breasts. He nips and licks each one in turn as his hands roam to her ass to rub and knead.

Breathless now she’s forgotten all about swimming. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms and slides them down her legs. He turns her around and pushes her over the seat of the motorcycle. He stops to admire the sight of her draped naked over his bike.

“Mmmm, lovely”, he murmurs. She feels his hands on her back, dragging his fingernails from her shoulders down over her ass making her moan. Swat, his hand connects with her ass. She moans louder.

Swat…… “Ummm”

Swat….. “Oohh”

Swat….. “Aahh”

Smack, smack, smack, a flurry of smacks rain down on her ass.

“Ooohh, yes, yes” she pants. More swats, more moans. She’s lost in the feel now, the leather motorcycle seat under her belly, the slight breeze blowing across her taut nipples, the warm tingling in her ass all combine to steal any thought from her mind. He continues the swats, she’s arching her ass up to meet his hand, she’s close now, close to losing control.

His voice penetrates through the haze, “Open your legs for me baby.” She moves to do as she’s told. She feels his hand between her legs his fingers parting her nether lips. His finger easily enters her; he whispers to her “you’re so wet.”

“Oohh, oohh, oohh,” she’s panting now. His tongue is on her, sucking and licking up and down her wet pussy. Up over her pleasure button, down to her dripping wet entrance, up, down, up, down over and over again. She screams as the orgasm hits, ripping her into a million little pieces. She’s lying limply over the bike seat as she hears his zipper. He grabs her hips, enters her from behind and she starts to soar again. One hand slides up and around her throat, the other around her hip to her belly. He pulls her up and back into him, resting her head on his shoulder all the while thrusting into her wetness. His hand roams up to her breast, caressing and pinching her nipples then back down to massage her clit.

“Please, please, please she moans over and over, begging him to cum. He pushes her back down over the seat of the bike after a few more deep thrusts he pulls out and shoots his stream all over her rosy red ass just as she loses control again. He collapses on top of her and he hears her say, “what a lovely day for a bike ride.”

~o0o~

Thank you Faerie! This is a great story. I hope everyone is paying attention. Faerie began by reading a while and finally decided to try some writing on her own. I think you will all agree that she did a great job.  I hope some of you will try the same thing. If you do have a story send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revisited - I just forgot…

Happy Friday everyone. Today we have a brand new story from Heather over at Discipline and Dreams, Sadly this blog is private now, but this is a story Heather shared with us back in 2011. 

I remember when I first got this one, it went at first into my spam folder. Most of the time I check it but I’m sure that occasionally I just delete what’s in it. Please know if you ever send me a story and you don’t hear from me within 24 hours – I didn’t get it.

But thank goodness we got this one! Now everyone enjoy…

I just forgot...

After reading stories to both of her young children, and laying with each of them until they fell asleep, Danielle slipped into her bedroom. Her husband lay waiting in their bed.

“Hi baby,” she whispered, sliding her body close to him and wrapping her arms around him.

He pulled her closer, holding her tight. “Hi to you,” he replied warmly. He was so happy to finally be able to feel her body against his that he almost forgot they had business to attend to. His calloused hands roamed her soft, fleshy curves. He pinched and grabbed, sometimes squeezing hard enough to make it hurt. Then, suddenly, he cleared his throat.

Her heart started beating loud and fast. She blinked, unable to take her eyes off him, adrenaline beginning to pump like crazy. She felt his hand slowly running through her hair, grabbing a fistful.

Pulling enough to make her head tilt back, Jackson addressed his naughty wife. “I want you to stand up, and take your pants and panties down.“ he said firmly.

Blushing furiously, Danielle felt like she’d swallowed a lead ball, and it was now sitting in the very pit of her stomach. She slowly moved off the bed once he released her hair, and slipped her pants and panties down over her waist, letting them puddle at her feet. Now bare and feeling especially exposed, she was too embarrassed to meet his eye, and stared at the carpet beneath her toes.

He stood in front of her, and took her hands in his. “Why are you being punished?” he wanted to know.

Those words made Danielle jump alive. “But Jackson…I just forgot! I‘m sorry…”

He stopped her by putting a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to hear excuses, Dan.” his voice was kind, but it was determined, too. There would be no talking her way out of this.

“But I’m sorry!” she threw her arms around his neck. Her bright blue eyes blinked innocently, pleading with him for leniency.

But this was not the time for a free pass. It was pretty obvious that she had been testing him lately, by pushing against the boundaries he’d established. If she wanted to test him, he was going to respond appropriately. He knew she would secretly be disappointed if he gave in to her pleading, because even though she didn’t want a spanking, she really didn’t want him to back down. He peeled her arms off of him, sighing. He moved them firmly to her side, and lifted her chin so her eyes met his.

“You didn’t do what you were supposed to do today, did you?” Jackson wanted to know.

Her eyes fell ashamedly to the floor. “No,” she replied quietly.

“You know that if something comes up or if you’re having an off day and can’t get your daily assignment done, that you can always text or call and let me know what’s going on. I’d like to think I’m a pretty fair guy, and if it’s unlikely that you can get something done easily, I don’t normally ask you to do it, do I?”

“No sir,” her voice was barely audible now. She knew he was right.

“Huh. Did you know what would happen if you didn’t get it done?”

Unable to reply, she just nodded her head.

“What’s going to happen, Danielle?” Jackson asked sternly.

She tried to answer, but her voice faltered. She hated to say it.

“Look at me,” he reminded her, and when her eyes shyly met his he said, “You‘re only delaying the inevitable. What‘s going to happen because you didn‘t do your assignment?”

She wanted to just drop dead from shame and she could feel herself blushing. “You’re going to spank me.” She felt so little under his stern glare. She tried to look away in embarrassment but he grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

“Look.At.Me. Before we start I want you to go get the hairbrush, the small cane, and the strap.” he watched her bare bottom sway as she walked to the closet where they kept their implements. When he saw the look on her face, he wanted to smile. He didn’t, however. “What’s with the pout, little girl? Are you resisting already?”

She shook her head emphatically. “No! I’m not…” she paused in front of him, meekly holding out the implements she’d fetched for him.

“Put them on the bed, closer to the middle, then bend over. Feet on the floor, tummy on the bed.” he ordered.

Danielle fought the urge to stomp her foot and argue. She was not in the mood for a spanking, couldn’t he see that? She stared at him, trying to decide how to politely tell him this wasn’t going to work for her.

He saw her hesitate, and he jumped into action. He took the implements from her hands, and laid them on the bed. Putting his hand on her waist, he guided her to the bed and quickly bent her over it. He started smacking her bottom all over.

“No, no!“ She tried as hard as she could to stay still but after a few swats it was starting to sting pretty good. “Ouch!” she cried. “Jackson…that’s enough….”

He laughed, spanking her harder. “I know you don’t really think that you get to tell me what’s enough.” His big hand covered almost a whole cheek at a time, and he brought it down over and over again. He could feel her flesh warming up beneath his hand, and he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer before he picked up the pace. Moving all over her backside, he made sure every inch of it was colored bright pink before stopping for a break. He squeezed her stinging bum as she panted against the mattress. “Hand me the cane.”

She reached forward and picked it up, handing it back to him. Bracing herself, she waited for the sting of the cane.

“All I asked you to do today was to empty the dishwasher and make sure any dirty dishes went straight into the dishwasher instead of the sink. Is that a hard task to complete?” he asked.

Danielle felt a sarcastic remark growing on the edge of her tongue. She wanted to say you try running after a three year old and a sixteen month old and keeping up with something like dishes! But she knew what he would say to that, and he’d be absolutely right. She could hear his deep voice, That’s a lousy excuse and you know it. Are you trying to tell me you didn’t have ten minutes to empty the dishwasher? If you didn’t, why didn’t you text me and let me know you were having trouble? The more she thought about it, the clearer it became that nothing good would come from that line of thinking.

“Is it?”

“No, sir.”

The first stroke of the cane landed exactly on the spot where bottom meets thigh.

She squealed, and kicked her legs. “Oh, ow…I’m sorry, baby…”

Another line of fire. “You’re sorry now, because you’re getting punished. What were you so busy doing that you didn’t have time to empty the dishwasher?” he wanted to know, bringing two more successive strokes down across her red bottom.

She sucked her breath in between her teeth, her foot coming up to block herself. “I was on the computer…” she answered, trying to ignore the burning in her butt.

He picked up the pace, bringing that stingy, fiery cane down again and again until she was wiggling and trying to dance away from the strokes. “On the computer, huh? Well maybe tomorrow you’ll just have to keep the computer off all day so you can focus on getting things done.” he told her decidedly as he continued to punish her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he put the cane down. He ran his hand over her hot ass, squeezing the swollen mounds of flesh. Next, he reached for the strap and Danielle’s heart leapt into her throat.

“Oh please,” she moaned quietly.

Jackson grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, bringing his mouth right next to her ear. “Please what?” he growled.

“I don’t want the strap…”

He let her go. whap!

“Ouch!” she cried out, stomping her foot.

whap! whap!

“Do I ask a lot of you, Danielle?” he wanted to know.

“No, sir!” she yelped, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“I don’t. So when I do ask you to do something, I expect you to get it done. This isn’t the first time you didn’t get something done this week, is it?” he brought the strap down extra hard this time, right on her sit spot.

“OW, ow ow ow ow ooooohhhhh…no sir,” she whimpered.

He kept a steady pace with the strap and she swayed her hips to try to avoid it. He tightened his grip on her, but she was still managing to move around. When he saw her hand fly back to try to protect herself from the strap, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her back. He pushed her down a little roughly, and started smacking the back of her thighs with the strap.

Danielle started wailing, and trying to twist away. “No, no .. nooo please .. Please not on my legs, I wont put my hands back anymore I promise!” she begged.

He gave her two more for good measure, then lay the strap back on the bed.

She had tears streaming down her face now, and her butt was throbbing. “I’m sorry I didn’t do what you asked me to. I had plenty of time to do it, and I kept putting it off until I had no time left. I‘m really sorry.”

“I know you are, but I don’t think we’re done just yet. I don’t think you’ve had enough for this to be memorable.” he said decidedly.

“I have, I have!” she pleaded. “Don’t spank me anymore,”

He sat down on the cedar chest at the end of their bed. “Bring the hairbrush over here, Dan.”

Sniffling, she carried the hairbrush over to him.

Jackson brushed the hair from her face, then took the brush from her hand. “Look at me.“ he demanded, and waited for her to do so. “I am going to make sure that we don’t have to repeat this anytime soon. You will obey me.”

Danielle just cried softly as her husband helped her across his lap. She wrapped her arms around his leg and held on tight.

He finished off her spanking with the brush. He knew she was already very sore, so he didn’t spank her too hard. He didn’t have to. He’d made his point, this was just to drive it home a little. He stopped after twenty or so smacks, and rubbed her back gently, whispering to her until she calmed down. When her breathing had returned to almost normal, he kindly helped her to her feet, and gathered her in his arms. He smoothed her hair back, and wiped the tear streaks from her face. “Are you ready to be my good girl again?” he whispered against her damp cheek.

“Yes sir,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry,”

His mouth covered hers and he swallowed her words. He kissed her tenderly, his hands cupping her burning butt cheeks. Squeezing and kneading the hot globes, he instructed her to bend back over the bed.

Danielle whimpered, but did as she was told. Glancing nervously over her shoulder, her trembling voice betrayed her fears. “Are you going to spank me more?”

“Turn around,” he ordered, and she did. “If I feel like spanking you more, I will.“ He came up behind her and entered her roughly, reaching forward and grabbing her hair with his left hand. In the dark, he could hardly see his wedding ring glinting in his wife’s tangled hair. He used his free hand to smack her cherry-red ass while he fucked her. He was being rougher than usual. Showing her who’s in charge. Who fucks who around here.

She cried out when he landed a particularly hard smack on her left cheek. “Ohh, it hurts so bad when you spank me,” she half-complained between gasps and moans.

“Good.” Jackson replied gruffly. He kept slapping her bottom, fucking her hard. When he finished, he pulled out and gave her another ten hard smacks before letting her up. He loved to watch her squeal and try to dance away.

She was panting and her face was flushed when he did finally let her up. “Baby,” she said as they climbed into bed together.

“Yes my love?” he replied softly, stroking the side of her face gently.

Turning her face up towards his, she grinned mischievously. “I didn’t come,”

He smiled at her. “I know. Did you think that was for your pleasure? You’re being punished tonight, but just because you’re in trouble doesn’t mean I have to go without what I want.”

Wow. This was a first! He’d never used anything sexual in a discipline context. She couldn’t explain why, but that really turned her on! She must have made a weird face, because Jackson raised an eyebrow at her.

“Why are you making that face?” he wanted to know.

“Because I’m really turned on, and I want you to make me come!” she complained. “Come on…I want you!”

“I don’t want to make you come, because you’re a naughty girl and you don’t deserve to come.” he told her sternly. “Now stop whining and go to bed before I spank you again.”

“Can I make myself come?” she whispered.

He smiled, thankful for the darkness so that she couldn’t see. “No, you absolutely may not. Goodnight little girl.”

Danielle decided it probably in her best interest to let it go, so she did. “Goodnight sir.” she murmured into his chest as she snuggled in close. It didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep, her bottom still hot and sore.

~o0o~

Heather this was great. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. I'd love for you to pop in and say hello sometime. I'm looking for anyone willing to write for Fantasy Friday we'd all love it. and you don't have to be a blogger - anyone who is reading this is welcomed to send a story. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - To Her Credit, II

This is a fun busy weekend. Spank or Treat began today. I have a story about Cassie and Tom's first Halloween posted over at the Reading Room this weekend - you can see all the information about Spank or Treat over at Governingana. There are going to be some great stories out this weekend I hope you have time to read them all. Tomorrow I'm still participating in Saturday Spanking and I'll be posting my snippet here on New Beginning. And then Sunday… Sunday… please come back and read here on Sunday!  You can't say you have nothing to read this weekend!

Just to give you more to read this weekend we have a Fantasy Friday from way back in 2010. This story is from a lovely lady by the name of Lillian and I haven't heard much from her since she sent me this story way back then. I hope she might see this and contact me again. For now, please enjoy...

To Her Credit...

John couldn't believe his eyes. How could she?!? He looked again at the credit card bill to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Even after blinking a few times, it was still there. Written clear as day was a three hundred dollar charge. He was going to kill her….

It wasn’t long after they got married that John realized Sammy had no sense when it came to money. More than once during their first months of marriage Sammy came home from a shopping spree, having spent five to eight hundred dollars in a single sweep.

After the fifth time this happened, John had sat Sammy down to set some ground rules.

“You and I both know that we cannot afford for you to spend this type of money every time we turn around. We just bought a house; just started our life together and I don’t want to lose everything because you can't control your spending.” She gave him a pout but he forged ahead.

“I love you, you know I do, but from now on you can only spend a hundred dollars a month.”

“But…”

“No, this is not up for discussion! A hundred dollars a month is more than fair, I’m not asking you to pay bills out of that money or buy groceries. It’s yours to spend as you please, but a hundred dollars is all you get. I think that’s more than fair for a month’s time.”

“But…” Sammy tried to intervene again.

“There will be not buts about this. Actually, it will be your butt on the line if you can’t follow this rule.” John had been spanking Sammy since a month after they met. She had thrown a beer bottle at his head during a minor disagreement. “I’m serious about this Sammy. No more spending just to spend, or I’m taking the extra cash outta your butt, you got it?”

Not happy but not knowing what else to say Sammy had agreed. And she had done a darn good job following the rule too. (Unlike some of her other rules!) There had only been two occasions, over the last three years, where Sammy had broken her spending rule without permission. Both times John had punished her.

The first time she had only spent about $10 more than she should have. She did it on purpose about six month after he had instated her allowance, just to see what he would do. She quickly found out that even ten extra dollars earned her a hot seat. John had first taken her over his knee and lit into her with only his hand. Then he had pulled out the dreaded hair brush and made her glow. She ate dinner standing up that night. John was obviously not messing around about her spending.

The second time, Sammy had been mad at John for spending too much time watching golf. She had stormed out of the house upset and returned hours later, a hundred and seventy-five dollars lighter. She barely made it through the door with her shopping bags before John had her turned face down over the back of the couch. He used the dreaded brush on her again but also gave her twelve awful swats with his belt. She knew he wouldn’t have been so hard on her had she not spent so much money out of anger. She hadn’t gone over her budget since that day.

She loved John and didn’t want to disappoint him. Overall, he really was fair about the no spending rule. Especially when a special occasion came up. Like the month of her sister’s wedding where she got permission to spend almost two-thousand dollars between a new dress, shoes, jewelry and a present.

But John had not given her special permission to spend three hundred dollars this time. Sammy was going to be in a world of trouble when she got home from work.

Sammy pulled into the garage surprised to see John home so early on his late night. She was even more surprised to see him meet her at the door.

“How was your day sweetie?” he greeted her sounding a little too smooth.

“Um, fine. How was yours? Is something wrong?” she asked making her way into the house.

“Mine was great. Nothing was wrong.” ‘Uh oh’ she thought, scrambling for what he could have found out that would result in her having a warm rear. When a list of about fifteen things popped into her head she decided to keep her mouth closed. “I got off work early. I thought we might have dinner out tonight. I checked the mail when I got home and we got our latest credit card bill.” ‘Uh oh’ she thought again, ‘he wasn’t supposed to see that’.

“John I can explain...” she started.

“Sammy, three hundred dollars? For what?” He paused only briefly, “No, don’t even answer that! That’s triple your budget!!”

They hadn’t made it out of the foyer yet but he swung her around tucking her neatly under one arm. With his free arm he lifted her customary skirt and started in.

“What were you thinking?” he asking spanking away.

“Do you know how much we could buy for three-hundred dollars?” as he walked, his swats got harder.

“Ow, John wait! I can explain! Please!” Sammy begged trying to wiggle away.

After a volley of five hard swats to her bottom, he let her up. “Explain fast.”

Rubbing her rear, Sammy pushed down her skirt with a smile, “I’ll be right back. I have to show you.” She started up the stairs but he grabbed her arm.

“Bring down the hair brush when you come back, I doubt there’s any explanation that’s going to get you out of this.” He promised with a sad look. The smile dropped from her face as she hurried up the stairs.

John could hear her overhead, first in their bedroom then in the spare bedroom closet.

“John it’s too heavy, I like never got it up here in the first place! Can you just come see please?”

Confused but intrigued John climbed the stairs and entered the spare bedroom. In her left hand was the hair brush just as he instructed. Under her right hand, half in the closet, half out was a brand new set of golf clubs.

“What the…” he started.

“Happy birthday!!” she smiled with delight.

“But, it’s not my birthday.”

“No,” she agreed, “your birthdays not till next week, but I decided keeping the surprise another week was not worth the cost of three hundred dollars coming out of my bottom!!” she giggled as he hugged her.

“I completely forgot it was my birthday,” he admitted. “But three-hundred dollars is still a lot of money, sweetie...”

“For your 30th birthday I figured it was ok to splurge a little.” She smiled up at him as realization hit him. Not only had he forgotten his own birthday but it was obvious he had also forgotten that he was turning the big three-oh.

“Well, in that case, I guess I have to agree and say thank you. It was very nice of you to buy me such a lovely gift for my birthday.” He said, removing the brush from her hand as he slowly kissed her.

“But do me a favor?” he said breaking away.

Once again she smiled up at him, “What’s that?”

“NO… PARTY…!” he said punctuating each word with a swat from the brush before dropping it to the floor.

“Owwie” she complained as he lifted her off her feet and carried her to their room.

Even with the burn of the last two swats fresh in her mind, Sammy wondered with a grin what John was going to say next Saturday with a hundred of his closest friends showed up to celebrate his birthday.

~o~

 Lillian did write a few more stories and I may be posting them soon. I think she has done a beautiful job and I'd love more stories from her. I'd like more stories from you too - yes, I am talking to you. Start writing all ready! Please send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday, "I said you'd be sorry..." II

Happy Friday to all. I have a re-run today, but if you weren't reading here in 2009 it should be new to you. It was written my one of our current bloggers so I won't tell you until you finish and you can be thinking of who it might be. I hope you like the pictures. I used to always have then and I still think they add a lot, but it took HOURS! I would always have something in mind for what I wanted and I'd just keep searching and searching. 

I know you'll enjoy this one...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~o~

Well, how about it, were you able to guess who wrote this? This wonderful little story was written by one of our favorite blogger - Ronnie, of Heart and Soul. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. This was 2009 Ronnie, I really think it's time for another contribution, LOL! All kidding aside, I really thank you for helping out.

And come on everyone! There have been very few new stories lately, break down, give it a try. You know you want to. So start writing and send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Revisited - Liz and Jake

Today is my very last work day for this school year and then eleven weeks of freedom! On top of that wonderful news Nick has been in a spanking mood so things are looking up all around.

In light of one of the things Nick is spanking for, I may be crazy for re-posting this. I was looking for a good repeat and this one just popped up. I wrote this one to fantasize about a way to overcome my biggest problem. I suppose it should stay a fantasy, but you never know. Anyway, Nick doesn't always read the Fantasy Fridays so I think I'm safe, and if not well...

Liz and Jake

Liz came in from work feeling grateful it was Friday! A relaxing weekend was just what she needed. Kicking off her shoes she called to a greeting to Jake and collapsed into her recliner. She reached for her laptop but Jake called from the bedroom “Can you come back here for a minute?”

Laying the laptop back down Liz headed to the bedroom. Jake was sitting on the bed and had the hair brush out. Liz gave a silent, mental groan. A little play time would be nice but she was tired at the moment. Then again with a teenage still at home they did need to grab opportunities when they could.

But it seemed that Jake had something else on his mind at the moment. “Didn’t do so well on your weigh in this morning did you? You’re up a pound.”

Liz wasn’t worried. Jake wasn’t into discipline but he knew she liked a little. Gaining now meant a few swats once a week. Hardly a deterrent, but Liz thought it was nice of him to go through the motions for her. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Not my best week. I just wasn’t into it somehow. Sorry.”

“Well let’s get this taken care of right now.” Jake told her. “Slip your pants off. I want to be able to see what I’m doing.”

Liz undid her jeans and let them fall. Jake turned her, bending her over and having her put her hands on the bed. He took a minute to admire the view and rubbed his hand over her ass gently. Then putting an arm around her waist he pulled her tightly to him, he then took the hair brush and landed 10 of the hardest spanks he had ever given her.

“What the hell are you doing? That HURT!!” Liz yelled in shock. She jerked away as Jake released her. “Why did you do that?” She demanded. Rubbing her ass to try to lessen the pain Liz could only stare in shock at her usually gentle husband. What was going on?

Jake didn’t seem disturbed at all. “Did that get your attention?”

What it had done was pissed her off. “No! That just hurt.”

“Well, I wanted your attention. I can try again if I need to.”

“Forget it!” Liz told him taking a step back. “No kidding, why did you hit so hard? That wasn’t playing.”

“No,” Jake agreed, “I wasn’t playing. Sit down and let me tell you what I’ve been thinking.” Gingerly Liz sat on the bed.

“Four years ago you asked me to help you lose weight. We worked pretty well together and you lost over 40 pounds. You were the one that did all the work. I was just the cheerleader and the enforcer if you tried to slack off. But all the weight has come back. You stopped trying and obviously I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain either. We let each other down.”

Liz didn’t really want to hear this. She knew exactly how much she had gained lately, even though she tried to ignore it. She also wasn’t in the mood to be scolded. She was still mad at how hard he had spanked. Jake didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t seem to be in a receptive mood. He continued.

“You keep telling your blog friends I don’t do ‘discipline’, that it’s not ‘my thing’ and maybe you’re right. But keeping my wife healthy is something I care about. Your knees are hurting you again, you’re at risk for diabetes, high cholesterol and you already have high blood pressure. You’ve stopped going to the gym, stopped exercising at all. You’ve started drinking regular soft drinks again and you are not drinking your water. I know you keep candy and other snacks at work. When you were losing regularly you were much happier and I miss that. Things need to change and they’re going to.”

Liz was struggling against anger and helplessness. She knew it sounded like whining but she couldn’t help it. “I hate the gym! I HATE it! I just can’t make myself go or if I do I don’t really exercise.”

Jake cut in, “You don’t have to go to the gym every day, but going some would probably help. They’re other things you can do. You can walk, you can come home and play the wii, you can help me rake or even just move around the house and do a little cleaning, laundry – something to get you out of that chair.”

Liz had nothing to say. She knew he was right but she was just disgusted with herself for gaining it all back and just didn’t think she could go through all that again. The whole idea was just overwhelming and depressing. All she could think about was escaping the bedroom and grabbing the computer to complain to her friends.

But Jake was finished yet. “So here’s the deal. You’re going to lose the weight. Not losing it is the same as smoking, excessive drinking, driving without a seat belt or refusing to take your BP medicine – you are putting your life in danger and that stops now.”

“You say I’m no disciplinarian and I’m not, so I’m not going to hound you about going to the gym or exercising at all. I’m not going to tell you what you should be eating and drinking either. I’m not your daddy and I don’t own you. You are a bright, intelligent woman and you are going to be making all those decisions for yourself. But I’m going to set a few goals and I’m going to be the enforcer.

“We’re starting a new program this week and this is what’s going to happen. You have to lose a pound or more this week – not every week, but this week. You use whatever combination of exercise and food intake you think will work for you. As for my part you’re getting a spanking every day this week just like the one you got today. I know you like spanking – but you won’t like these. Ten licks with whatever I decide to use and they will be hard licks. I’ll decide if you can keep any clothes on and I decide when and where. If I tell you to come to the bed room or to the basement you go.”

Liz stared at Jake totally taken aback. “You won’t do it,” she blurted out. “You’d never even remember for a week.” She told him, half challenging, half accusing.

“It’s gonna happen this week Liz, like it or not.”

“But, but…” Liz began suddenly feeling a bit of panic that he might be telling the truth. “We don’t have privacy every day. Sarah will be here. She’ll overhear.”

Jake laughed. “She naps better now than when she was a baby and half the time if she’s awake she has her earphones in. We may have to be a little creative but that will be my job. You lose the weight and I’ll find the time and place to scorch your butt each day this week. We may be in the basement or we may be in the back bathroom. You may even find yourself having to get up before I go to work. Remember the cane or a bungee cord used like a Loopy Johnny doesn’t make much noise.”

They may not, she thought, but they also hurt like a son-of-a-bitch! Would she be able to keep from making noise?

“Well honey, that’s the deal. I would say take it or leave it but actually you don’t have that choice. That’s the way it’s going to be this week. And if you don’t lose that pound then next week you’ll also be spanked every day – only it will go to 15 licks a day. You’re the one who originally asked for this and I’m not going to let you down.

Liz didn’t believe him, not really. Sure he probably meant it at the time but consistency was not Jake’s strong suit when it came to anything remotely connected to domestic discipline. She wasn’t going to let herself believe that he meant all he said, but she could feel a tiny bubble of hope – would it work, could she stick with it, would Jake really stick with it, could she lose the weight again? She didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, but for the first time in a long time there was a ripple of excitement, and a little hope.

~o~

It had been quite a week and one Liz had no desire to repeat. To give Jake credit, he hadn’t backed down a bit. Saturday when Sarah ran to the store Jake pulled out the heavy leather paddle. Completely ignoring her pleas for ‘not quite so hard’ he delivered the 10 swats with gusto.

Sunday she was called to the basement as their daughter napped. Liz’s bottom sported a few bruises from the two day before, but Jake used his belt on his squirming wife keeping his word with 10 hard swats to her sit spot.

By Monday Liz was feeling the accumulative effect of the last three days. There were definitely some sore spots. When Jake wasn’t actually doing the spanking Liz wasn’t too much against the new program. She certainly had a revived interest in weight loss. At break time Liz automatically reached toward her snack drawer but the shifting in her seat caused a quick, somewhat painful reminder of all that had been going on the last 4 days. The drawer stayed closed.

Tuesday brought out the cane – Liz hated that! It stung like hell on her sore bottom – adding striped to the spattering of bruises on her rear. Jake had let her keep her pants on that day, but it would have taken body armor to have kept her from feeling that wicked implement.

Wednesday morning was the worse. Jake woke her at 5:15 AM. “You need to come to the kitchen.”

“The kitchen!? It’s the middle of the night! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Okay,” Jake was agreeable enough “I can use the cane again. That’s quiet enough.”

“Why now? Sarah will be babysitting this evening. Noise won’t matter.”

“This evening’s going to be for fun. I want to get this over with.” Yanking back the covers he said, “Hurry I need to get to work on time.”

Liz gave in and followed him to the kitchen at the other end of the house. What a way to wake up! Cold, nude, and spanked hard with a wooden spatula all before 5:30 AM! Would this week never be over?

But Jake had been right, that evening had been fun! There hadn’t been any spanking. But there had been some great butt rubbing to get them started. The love making had been more intense than it had been lately. The occasional squeeze on her sore ass only added to the excitement.

Cuddling afterwards Jake said “This week is almost over. You think you’re going to be happy with the scales?”

“I think so,” she answered. “I haven’t had one snack at work, I’ve been drinking my water and I’ve either walked or played the wii every day since Sunday. So how about giving me the day off tomorrow since I’m doing everything I’m supposed to.”

Jake turned to her and smiled. “Nope. Tomorrow I’m using the bath brush. I want to make sure you don’t want a week like this again.”

The bath brush! Shit! That didn’t seem fair as hard as she’d been working. But laying there with Jake’s arm around her she realized she was glad he was going to finish out the week like he had told her he was going to do. Still, she was not looking forward to the bath brush.

Thursday morning found Liz back in the kitchen at the crack of dawn dancing on her toes as the bath brush seemed to sear her ass as nothing else had. She didn’t cry but there were tears in her eyes when it was over. And it was over!! “I sure hope you lost that pound. I’d hate to have to do this all over next week – at 15 licks a day. Good luck honey.” And with a kiss he was off to work.

Friday morning finally rolled around. The pain from the bath brush was still evident as she sat up on the bed and headed to the scale. Jake had the day off and trailed after her to see the results of their last week. Taking a deep breath Liz stepped on. Down 1.8 pounds! She’d done it, almost doubling her goal for the week.

Jake was proud she could tell. “I knew you could do it! That’s great.” Liz was surprised at the relief she felt. She had been sure she’d lost the pound. But now she felt like she could finally take a deep breath.

Jake seem in a thoughtful mood. “Well it’s time to figure out the next goal. I think this week long spanking was a great motivator, definitely something to keep in mind for the future. Hmmmm…” he mused looking over the messy bedroom. “I wonder what else it would work for.”

~o0o~

I hope you enjoyed my story and I hope you'll write one yourself.  Please send any stories you have to elisspeaks@yahoo.com