Fantasy Friday - Luckless and Irish

Take a deep breath! Relax - it's Friday and we have survived the week. A lot of this week has been pretty nice weather in some places that needed a bit of warmth. Now this story can continue that trend, and moves right on into hot!! This is another continued story. We first met Julie and Dave in Kaylyn wonderful story "On Julie's Beach with a Paddle" If you haven't had a chance to read that go back and catch it now. But Julie hasn't quite become the perfect girl yet. Dave still has a bit of work to!

Please enjoy ....

Luckless and Irish

It was Saturday, August 30, 2008 Julie noted that on that day, lots of things should come with disclaimers. For instance, she thought she should’ve come with one. It would’ve made things so much simpler when David asked her to explain her behavior. He really didn’t need an answer. He just found it amusing for her to have to come up with something that sounded remotely intelligent. And she was always animated when he demanded she respond.

Somewhere in the back of her Irish whiskey soaked head full of thick auburn hair, she must have remembered that this particular occasion warranted her first ever requested discipline spanking. She had bought herself a decorative plaque that said “Lead me not into temptation, I can find it all by myself”. So what the fuck had she been thinking asking for it? So she thought long and hard before responding to his question which was “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” The fact that Julie was mentally emerging from her tipsy thoughts and not paying attention to the conversation with his brother Jeff, made the moment almost entertaining for David.

Per usual Julie had walked right into her own trap. She had definitely overindulged. Seeing her now, he realized he should’ve gone with her to the ‘Almost Half way to St. Patrick’s Day’. But damn it all, he had had work to do from the office. Julie was supposedly safely tucked away for the day with Jeff and the rest of the motley crew. He could get work done without her constant distractions and antics. He had just finished with work and was into the Mets and Marlin’s game when Frick and Frack showed up upsetting his chance to relax and catch some baseball.

He knew this was her last hurrah (typical Julie excuse) before: 1) her new job started, 2) the bachelorette party and 3) their wedding (what was he getting himself (back) into). While he would have paced himself this weekend and taken it easy, it was obvious that she felt she owed herself the chance to kill all her brain cells before her teaching job began. She started on Tuesday after Labor Day at the huge Catholic High School for boys, St Josephs. She was hired at the last minute when someone went on maternity leave. And she thought all teachers’ kids were born in June!

She was thrilled, wanting in the door so badly. For some reason, she loved school. David understood her not wanting to return to the landscaping job in the winter. But she also insisted on a break from college, although she needed her masters. She had threatened David that she’d volunteer this school year as an assistant if nothing came up. David had given her his infamous raised eyebrow and verbally chastised her for the very thought.

“Damn it Julie, your time’s worthy money! What do you mean volunteer? Do you want to have people taking advantage of your hard earned education?”

He saw her determination to get that job which would offer her esteem, social support, and a decent enough paycheck. She’d have to stop swearing like a sailor he’d reminded her at least five times a day!

Chaos ensued after her parent’s death when she was twelve. Her three older sophomoric brothers went ballistic with freedom while her oldest sister Alex took to caring for her family. Carrie the middle daughter went off the deep end, leaving school and the family to find herself in California. So it came with practice, that Julie coveted the order that the school environment provided. That first day of school delivered without fail the clean desks, the long chalk pieces, the freshly waxed floors, and hope. Lot’s of hope was what she needed right now drifting back to David’s question. It sounded just like school “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” was heard in memory. For some strange reason it was that PeeWee Herman voice pretending to be a child imitating an adult, that delivered David’s words.

She’d been asked that type of question too many times when she was a student. She was always being a smart ass. Her wit would just come so fast that she couldn’t stop it. The reward was that the class and teachers would laugh. Therefore her behavior was never extinguished. One time she actually planned the delivery of a great line. She was a perfect fit for the debate club, she volunteered for the argument advocating the legalization of prostitution. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. She’d thought long and hard during the week for the perfect phrase. She knew she shouldn’t say it. But was asked to explain it. She felt the same today. Land-mine walking was just as precarious the day she said, “You know… they could even advertise ‘Our girls are DFD!’ “. “Would you like to explain that Julie?” Mr. Huffman seemed impatient to the max that day. He was generally tolerant of her, this being a liberal college town public high school. It was the very reason she had previously attended the Catholic schools before her parent’s death.

“Well Mr. Huffman,” she was in full fledged coy mode, “DFD would stand for Disease Free and Delicious,” Julie’s tone was intended to sound so matter of fact that the debate team and some extra kids watching the racy debate, began to laugh so loudly the janitor popped his head in to check it out. He rolled his eyes when he saw Julie’s serious expression of feigned honesty and everyone else’s hilarity. Her eyes glittered at Mr. Huffman who was pissed. Maybe because he wasn’t supposed to laugh. And too soon Julie, a teacher herself in three short days would have to feign maturity.

But in her ‘land of excuses’ she would’ve been fine if she had eaten that day. Things just went down hill too fast. Just a minute ago she was just jamming to the Drop Kick Murphys in the car with Jeff. Now she was staring at David’s buzz harshing expression. But she had to admit that he was a lot less intimidating than the sheriff who was in her face and yelling at her that she was drunk and had no place being there. Was he fucking kidding her? She was at an Irish event for Christ’s sake. All she did was wander down to the grass and sit down. OK she’d been leaning on the fence in the front row watching the band when standing was just too much effort. So she thought she should sit down. It was grass, not a glass table top with dignitaries underneath! And then as if the night was too boring for the Sheriffs at Nottingham, four of them descended on her and were furious all because she had sat down in a small crowd.

It was small compared to Mardi Gras – that was her standard for not sitting when drunk in a crowd. So Jeff who had been talking to some friends had to rescue her and escort her off the grounds. “What did you do to get them riled up Julie? You are lucky young lady that we would only had to leave a half hour early, or I’d kick your ass! Damn it Julie you shouldda eatin’ somethin’!! I was doing you a favor today driving your sorry ass and this is how you pay me back!” Jeez, the McConnell men could be a bunch of grumpy assholes sometimes, she thought as Jeff had her by the upper arm and was snaking her through the crowd like some misbehaved child at church.

Jeff enjoyed watching his brother have to handle an unplanned circumstance. He knew his sister in law was good for that sort of thing, but he was rarely privileged to the front row seats. Jeff held her elbow a little too firmly now as the three of them stood in the kitchen. He must have thought she would fall over, which Julie thought was ridiculous. Jeff hesitated a few seconds longer than necessary to explain her situation. Julie figured he was creating dramatic effect and soaking up the moment so he could later tell his other brothers. ‘The bastard’ she said to herself. They’d all be laughing about this next weekend.

She anxiously noted that David wasn’t even close to laughing now. She got anxious for a nano second and then slipped into wanting to wrench her arm from Jeff. Standing there like a cooperative little prisoner at attention, Julie began to feel tending to her needs. She just wanted food and bed. She actually wanted food in bed, yeah that would be great. Maybe some chips…. Some dip… She could be pretty simple in her needs, just like David’s brothers. They had all been pretty caveman like today swarming around the park listening to all the bands. And those Irish wolfhound puppies were too cute!

Julie had been like one of the guys, before she met David she had worked with three of his five brothers and two of her own. She loved being outdoors doing landscaping. It was hard working with them. At first they judged her by her size. But quickly they came to admire her for her speed and artistic sense when it came to design. She had got them started on waterfalls and ponds back when no one was adventurous enough to rip out rich folks matured backyards. That was over ten years ago and the business was stable even during the crappy financial years. They’d miss her terribly this spring.

Now Jeff, David’s younger brother just shook his head at David saying, “I brought her back from the concert safe and sound and we avoided central lock up.” ‘Thanks for the ubertruth asshole’ she mumbled under her breath. This despite the fact the David was staring directly at her while Jeff was talking to him! Julie was getting pissed and was definitely impatient with both of them. Noting Julie’s lack of humility, David’s eyes shifted from his prey to his brother. David’s jaw twitched ever so slightly. He reached for the remote as if he were reaching for a glass of beer, and then turned off the baseball game. His eyes calmly shifted back over to Julie, but she wasn’t fooled by his slow movements. She was beginning, regretfully, to measure his silence in terms of how it might affect her.

Oh Shit, she completely began to sweat big time because she was going to get it, she knew that. Fuckin’ A! She honestly hadn’t seen that coming. She certainly hadn’t planned for it when she got that temporary tattoo on her lower back that said “**CK ME I’M IRISH”. It seemed so funny at the time. -especially showing it to her older sister Alex, who was almost crazier than she was. Alex was taking a sip of her drink and almost spit it out, she got a stupid look on her face, held up her ‘wait a minute finger’ turned around and produced the same damn one! It was below her neck and under their matching red curly hair. Julie now wished she could hide her tattoo. David hated them and it wouldn’t sit well with him. Or her ‘it wouldn’t sit well with her’. Now that was funny. Except he was no longer staring at her he was talking. I am fucked and I am Irish…. Funny again. Her stomach got quickly tight when she finally stopped herself trying desperately to listen and respond this time. She smoothed her tank top down on her hips drying her hands best she could.

So when David asked Julie again, “Would you like to tell me what Jeff meant by that?” She wandered back to disclaimers. She could’ve used one on the bottle of Irish whiskey she bought earlier that morning. It was the brand Feckin’. She didn’t understand at the time that the name was the disclaimer. She understood it all too late. The transitory clarity was currently warming to her heart. Her brain was a bit less fuzzy now. She felt David’s stares and wanted some of those mirrored sunglasses she had seen up close and personal earlier tonight while being too close to the Sheriff’s face. She already felt like he had them on because his gaze revealed nothing per usual. She wanted him not to see past her eyes. Now that there was no background TV noise Jeff felt the moment was right to physically guide her over to his brother, which really pissed her off. She tried to stop him with her dirty look; but he didn’t change the direction she was headed in. She could barely respond while Jeff kept trying to move her sideways toward David. Watching the two of them was ridiculous. Jeff was trying to physically hand Julie to him. But he refused to cooperate by moving closer for either of their sakes. David made her physically startled with a sharp “JULIE”. He smiled knowing he’d made Jeff flinch too. Her mouth turned into a downward pouting position. He could tell she was really trying to grasp the moment. Instead he turned to Jeff and said somewhat half heartedly, “So what did you do to her?”

“I’ve been guilty of not force feeding her when she said that food would just ‘kill the buzz’. Sorry to bust you honey, but I did try to get you to eat before you started drinking. I even reminded you again during your drinking if you’ll recall”. Jeff’s traitorous voice sounded quite gentle so Julie tried to understand her culpability. She couldn’t understand his brutal honesty though. The rest was a little hazy as she thought backwards to nasty tones of voice. Next she knew she was in the car and Jeff was trying to give her advice before she got in her house. “Straighten up Jul’s! …..blah blah….. Sorry… blah.... wipe… grin off your… blah”.

She was mentally trying to recount his advice to her, when she heard “something… something… something… go easy on her bro” and with a low chuckle and way too quick departure, Jeff was gone. “Bye Judas”. Her voice wavered. She’d been betrayed – fuck Jeff. She only wished she could remember what advice it was; because Jeff was gone and David had her upper arm rather tightly in his grip. She was about to wrench her arm free and tell him as much. She wasn’t on a cliff for cryin’ out loud! She thought better of it when she saw his expression. Somehow Dave knew she’d provide him the motivation to spank her as she asked him to only a week ago. He happily remembered that Julie had been totally behaved for two whole days after her first punishment spanking. It had given new meaning and motivation to spanking her erotically. But that was sex, this was now.

While guided over to the kitchen island, she focused totally on her footing so he would think she was sober. But while she was doing completely coordinated side steps the next thing she knew he had picked her up and popped her butt down hard on the marble counter top. It stung a bit in her tight jeans and made her a little afraid and a little excited. She watched David pull over a kitchen chair. He stood facing her. She had to bend her neck up to look at him. She didn’t like this “tower of you” thing. She tipped her head watching his wry smile. He placed his hands on the buckle of his belt. He undid the buckle very slowly for dramatic effect. Then to frighten her a bit, he slid it threw the loops with fervent speed doubled it up, and popped it. Julie jumped and her eyes widened. The green was intense he noted. Staring her down he placed the thick leather belt beside her on the island. The less she could predict of him the better. He gripped tightly above her knees then spread her knees far. He sat down calmly in the chair then propped up his legs in between hers. Crossing his legs and his arms, he looked like he had all night long to deal with her. She hadn’t yet registered the vulnerable part of having her knees spread so wide. Mostly she noticed her buzz was totally gone.

With sheer panic she again recalled asking Dave about using discipline spankings, just reminding her that he could…. She didn’t think it was going to be necessary to actually do it. She was always too crazy and scattered. David was always too together. She knew that having David guide their marriage on a deeper level would benefit them both greatly. “Be careful what you wish for,” David had warned that night. Now she starred at the belt touching her left thigh and a forceful wave of nausea hit her gut. When she had talked to David about the dd thing, she obviously hadn’t thought it through; because here she was looking around for an escape route. David was always way too quiet and now it really sucked. There was no getting out of this and she wanted to hear all his thoughts because the silence was ringing painfully in her ears.

Then she heard him speak but he only said “You never answered my first question. Here’s another, if you were in my place what would you do?” This really pissed her off because years ago she had told him that that was a question her parents would ask her when she was about to be spanked. She hated him right now for using her history against her. She decided she was done with this game. End of story. In her arrogant state she put her hands beside her spread knees and was going to attempt to jump down on top of his legs. She’d use them like a slide and then sit in his lap and distract him with a kiss. She’d have to brace her self for such manipulation because right now she was mad. She guessed this because he was so fucking stoic. He didn’t look so kissable she noted. Additionally she realized she being as short as she was, this was tantamount to falling on her brother’s bike bar when she was little. But she was going for it anyway. It appeared to be the only way out of this. This was going to get more gymnastic and dramatic then she had ever envisioned her night becoming.

He watched her body preparing for flight and decided to spin it differently for her sake. It was his essence. “If you’re ready then so am I. We’ll need this first, I insist.” He reached for the belt and she panicked scrambling back into the stove burners trying to do a backward crab walk and noisily knocking the thankfully empty teapot onto the floor. “JULIE settle down and hold out our wrists.” His voice was heavy and required obedience. She disappointed herself by surrendering so quickly. She didn’t even look at him but just did what he said. She had to wait with her arms outstretched while he picked up the teapot, replacing it with a firm slam. She starred at the belt as he put it around her wrists and felt terrified. David stood up not phased at her expression. Wrapping his large hands around her waist, he helped her down from the island. Then he sat back down on the chair. She stood at his right side for a moment. Taking a few moments before he began her first deserved spanking, he brushed her long brown hair from the left side of her face all the way over onto her right shoulder. She finally looked into his eyes hoping for massive sympathy. It was the saddest most pathetic puppy like look he’d ever seen in his life. He never wanted to change her. But she was sorely in need of his guiding hand.

He swallowed hard with resolve. The next sentences had her freaking out as he calmly informed her, “In case you won’t remember some of this tonight, we’ll do it all again tomorrow. Now…. bend over my knee.” His voice was like a steel beam and his lap felt the same. She had been guided to his lap by him holding the belt like a choked up leash. It felt tight around her wrists but she was happy for its current purpose hoping there would be no other purpose for it tonight. He was an obvious mind reader and he barked at her, “Taking your punishment responsibly and I will keep the belt on your wrists. Understand?” She could only nod but he demanded more.

“UNDERSTAND?” What was he waiting for written confirmation? She was a little tied up right now… He could barely contain his fury when he saw the tacky tattoo on her lower back. If it had been positioned any lower, he would have spanked it off her completely! And therefore the first slap to her jean covered bottom was easy to administer while staring at the tacky tattoo. He could barely contain his anger for that idiotic, adolescent trailer trash action. The second smack came quick and much harder. It caught her breath in her throat. Shit! It all came back to her now. This was entirely different from the erotic spankings and she was done, again. She got the visuals of meat slapped on a grill with the loud sizzling and sputtering it made. And then came her third very, very hard smack. She wasn’t going to make it through this. Change of plans, changed my mind, I’m not playin’ anymore. Where’s my ball, I’m going home. This wasn’t sexy, this wasn’t building her character, and this felt too real.

“‘Yes Sir’ is the proper response to my telling you to stay on my lap and still during your spanking. So I expect that right now you will clearly speak those words.” In her defense she only hesitated because she wanted her voice to come out without wavering or cracking. But the truth was evident. She had no clue what discipline spanking was about. Sure there was the first one at the beach. But she’d truly forgotten the pain of sitting on the way home. Stupidly she had asked for this. She wanted to take it all back. And it was way too late. After one and half seconds David threw down another super hard smack. She spurted it out of her mouth as if to defend her butt, “Yyyesssirrr” it sounded like a pathetic kitten mew. His heart was in his throat, but his sense of being obeyed came first. Her delay in responding the proper “yes sir” quickly drove him to lift her from his lap with his left hand and put her between his legs where he began taking off her jeans. She looked over to the side of the kitchen where the refrigerator almost reminded of her the food she so desperately need. But now she could only think about how cool it was inside. Slowly unzipping her jeans, he slipped his thumbs way down into her underwear covering her hips. He lowered them passed her knees, down her gorgeous calves. He and spun her around a quarter turn and bent her back over his left knee. This time her hands were bracing her on the floor. Good, he thought; she’ll need it. She was protesting in slow motion with lots of growling vowel sounds. Thankfully she knew better than to argue or swear right now. He was satisfied with only that for the moment.

“How are you supposed to drink Julie?” David looked at her gorgeous ass. How could this woman make him feel two opposite things simultaneously? She was fucking maddening, that was all he knew right now. And before this wedding, especially before her bachelorette party, he’d make sure she knew she had choices. She could chose to have him spank her ass into better behavior.

“I don’t know what you mean” She got that out really quickly this time. WTF David thought. Only she could be so poised for punishment and be willing to invite more.

“Responsibly Julie, that is what you’re supposed to say” SMACK! SMACK! Her bare skin couldn’t contain the pain and she sucked in air furiously trying desperately not to have him see her panic.

“Yes Sir” She squeaked out trying desperately not to cry. David noted she was just beginning to redden up a bit. He was spanking her much harder than he had ever done before. Whatever sympathy he had left flew from his mind as he watched her cooperating. She knew she deserved every bit of what she’d receive and more.

“Why didn’t you eat when Jeff offered you food?” It felt a bit odd to be starring at her beautiful ass and saying his brother’s name simultaneously. CRACK! Finally she let out a well deserved and furious OOWWW!!!!

“Because I wanted to feel the buzz” She was seething mad and spoke too fast and too honestly. I’m only going to piss him off more and she looked at his belt pressing into her hands while her brown hair spilled on top of her hands. The belt she had starred at so many times while he wore it, needed to stay here on her wrists. She had totally underestimated his enthusiastic undertaking of a discipline spanking.

“What are you feeling now Julie?” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her skin was started to get redder and start to rise up a bit.

“AWWOWWWW, p p painn…… SSSSSir” Her voice was totally cracking now and she fought back tears like she never had before. He was happy to hear the “Sir” at the end of her sentence. Perhaps somewhere in that abyss that represented her mind sometimes, she was getting it.

“And there will be a lot more of that young lady!” SMACK, CRACK, SLAP His hand was slicing through the air and an incredible rate of speed and each time she felt like her ass was well done. She snapped. The pain was too much, her inability to be so submissive was overbearing and she felt her anger emerge like thick spaghetti sauce bowling over onto a slick white stove top.

“DAVID! You bastard! Stop it NOW. You’re killing me!” She used all her strength to try to roll off his leg, which was substantial as this woman slung 30 pound bags over her shoulders daily. Fortunately David could handle anything she thought she could dish out and she remained in position. It was like giving a cat a bath and he needed to make his impact quickly. He just couldn’t believe he had thought she was cooperating.

Then she heard the words that made her feel like she should disappear into a dark well. She froze half turned over on his lap and had to into submission reposition herself. She felt like she was immersed in molasses as she tried to breathe and get back on his very large lap. It wasn’t easy with her hands tied together, but in seconds she’d trade free wrists for another issue.

“Undo that belt from your wrists!” Those directions were delivered with drill sergeant precision and even though she was committing an act that would be to her obvious detriment she wiggled the belt from her wrists within seconds. Balancing with her right hand, she closed her eyes that were spilling tears passed her red cheeks and gently handed it up to him.

“I’m sorry” and she started to cry from the bottom of her painted toes. He had begun to be proud that she was dealing so well and only planned. Originally he was only going to smack her twice with the belt. But that was before she had called him a bastard. He was really doing it because he had watched her as he took it off the thin belts each night after work when he changed out of his suit and into his jeans. But she really seemed to give envious attention to the thick black one he wore with his jeans. That was one she was handing him right now. Her eyes were quite dilated as she tried not to look at him. She had obviously given some thought to how this would feel on her skin. She must have not remembered starring at his belt when she asked him to give her discipline spankings He hadn’t used it during their erotic spanking, at least not yet. He knew it would sound deserving on her skin and she would shudder the next time she watched him remove it from the loops of his jeans. It would really mean something to her now. He doubled it up and pressed his left hand on the small of her back. He recovered his right leg over hers preparing for what they both knew would be yet another level of pain. She was outwardly crying now in fear of what was to come. She even started to pant a little. Afraid she’d hyperventilate he got her to talk.

“Tell me why you’re sorry Julie” as he rested the cool black belt up against her red and rough looking skin. He moved it around a little waiting for her panting to subside.

“Because I should’ve eaten.”

“Sir”

“Sir”

“No Julie!” he sounded exasperated with her. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Because I should’ve eaten Sir’!’ But that’s not the reason you should be giving. Now I’m going to give your bottom a few swats with this belt and I suggest that in between the pain, you come up with an excellent answer to why you are sorry. Trust me there’s plenty more reasons than that unless your mind’s a complete sieve!” He raised the belt up to a little higher than his shoulder level and she came screaming out with,

“I know, I know…. Wait…. Wait don’t hit me with the belt, please, please. I should’ve never asked you to spank me really. I mean spank me seriously. I’ll be good I promise! Oh God, please don’t hit me” And then she waited with her head tucked close to her arms as if fending off the noise from her ears would help alleviate the stinging pain. She knew she’d feel, even though she had just begged him not to continue her spanking.

"Please don’t hit me SIR!’ was what you should’ve said young lady!” and he lowered the belt which sung out its own tune against her virgin backside. The tune Julie sang out was just as emphatic. The duet went on for half a dozen strokes of the belt. CRACK!! Then WHOOSH as he swung it back into her pre wifely position. The stinging felt unbearable. CRACK WHOOSH!!! She began to choke and cry. CRACK WHOOSH!!!!!!!!!! Her hands flew back to protect her seared skin. He gripped her wrists and folded her arms into her back pushing her down at the same time. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and she had to leave but wasn’t going anywhere. CRACK WHOOSH !!!!!!!!! She screamed as if she had energy to spare. CRACK WHOOSH !!!!!!!!!!!! He lifted the belt into the air even higher for the last musical note that would fall upon her skin. With a final CRRAACCKK. David draped the belt over her hips and held it there with his right forearm. His right hand wrapped around the side of her waist. With his left hand he guided her to a standing position using the belt he pulled her into his chest holding her in position while she cried as hard as he could ever remember. He let the belt drop then lifted her into the island sitting her onto the cool marble. It was the closest to heaven as she’d been lately. He lifted her chin and looked into those gorgeous green watery eyes. She was mumbling something with her full lips that he couldn’t quite make out. She pulled her chin away from his hands slowly, buried her face in his shoulder and spoke louder but inaudibly.

“Honey, Julie, I can’t understand a word you’re saying” he sounded so sweet, almost as if he weren’t responsible for making her cry she thought. Then she got mad because she had to repeat herself a third time and didn’t know if she could find her words again. She pulled her face back. Rolling her eyes in an unexpected act of frustration and a little anger, she took a deep sigh that faltered because of all her crying.

He gripped her chin in a semi gentle manner and said, “You are obviously a stubborn learner aren’t you. Tell me you didn’t just roll your eyes! Because you would hate to have to repeat this again tomorrow and Monday. I am right.” Not ‘am I right?’ With him it was always ‘I am right’. And in a strange way it’s what she loved about him. Most all of the times he was right. And it was attractive and annoying. But probably not as annoying as being engaged to her. She would only admit that to herself and her one sister. She wanted some of what he had. Even though her butt hurt like the devil. She began to find her heart in her words when she spoke to him this time.

“David, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve never drunk without eating first. And I know I should never drink so much even, ever.” David wasn’t exactly sure what that meant even though he could make it out. “Even though I feel like I hate you right now I still love you.” Good he thought at least he wasn’t the only one feeling constant emotional diversity. She thought he was thinking he’d like to throw her right back over his knee so she sincerely added, “Next time I won’t be so stupid and I’ll remember right now. Please not tomorrow too. This was enough for forever; trust me I learned so much. I want to be done with discipline spanking. You can just remind me of right now and I’ll never screw up again.” She finally had to reach back and rub her bottom. Pride and determination could only last so long.

“Julie I’ve learned that you were wise to ask for discipline spankings. Because if anybody needs them, it’s you! Now it’s vitamins, food, water and bedtime for you. And I suggest you don’t sleep in’ cause if I catch you sleeping in and on your stomach, which you undoubtedly will, it could go bad for your sore bottom!” He helped her down off the island and kissed her forehead. He brought her a glass of water. “You’re going to wake up early and write an apology for drunkenness, name calling, tattooing. And let’s not forget you’re now an employee of a parochial school – a theoretical example of Godliness and self discipline. He laughed at the absurdity of that, clicked his tongue and pushing her hair off her shoulders he rested his forearms gently on her shoulders. Locking his finger behind her neck he lowered his face to hers waiting for her to say something profound given all that that had just transpired.

“Thank you, but can you bring me my pillow? I think my butt wants to sleep on the island.” She smiled a weary smile hoping she could write something worthy. But mostly she hoped she could keep from calling something worse during tomorrow’s spanking, especially when he demanded to know where she had hid his belt….

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Kaylyn thank you so much for writing us another story! I look forward to hearing more from this couple. I can see that David has his his hands full! I can't wait until the wedding.


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The first email about spanking

Well I posted my very first communication to Nick here, so if you haven’t read it you might want to start here. Let me set this up for you. I was about 43. At the time I wrote this Nick and I had been married for 17 years and I had been pretty much indifferent to sex the entire time. We did not ever talk about sex. In fact we rarely talk about anything other than the kids, what to have for supper and what was happening at work, room mate stuff.

So pretty much out of the blue Nick gets that first email quickly followed by this one. The parts in red I have inserted now.


I've kept these fantasies to myself for so long it’s hard to get them down. I think I told you long ago that sometimes the idea of being spanked was a turn on but I really didn't want to act on this. I didn't want you to think that I was so very strange. On and off through the years the idea has popped up. I didn't want to evolve you in this strangeness so I would fantasize about some faceless stranger. It wasn't great. To make a long story short I finally realized that you were the only one that I wanted to fantasize about. You can't imagine how nice it was. Even for a dummy like me I finally realized that we lived together, I didn't have to just fantasize if I could get up the nerve to actually let you know what I was thinking and you agreed to try some of my ideas. I do sometimes wonder where these ideas came from originally. I've had it since I was young. I finally stopped thinking that it was so strange but I realize that it may take you a bit of time.

One more bit of information and I'll get to my actual fantasy. The reason that I want both of us to be someone else is that no woman in her right mind, even me, would allow her husband to hit her at all. And I know that you wouldn't. But some times the way someone is raised hangs on. It's much better than in the old days but "good girls" still have ideas of things that they should like and those that they shouldn't enjoy. (That is nice, women didn’t really like sex. It was something you had to do to have children. No I wasn’t really taught that but somewhere deep down I felt that way) Something about this fantasy seems to free me up. I'm no longer in charge. I'm not doing anything -- he's making me. It may be crazy but for me its sooooo freeing!

Alright here goes. Liz can sometimes really piss her friend off. He is a pretty easy going guy but enough is enough. (I don't know what all he's mad about but it doesn't matter) Anyway he has decided that the time has come to take control of the situation and give Liz the spanking that she deserves. He lets her know of his decision by e-mail or something some days before it going to happen (if he knows when he going to be able to, since they don't exactly live alone, anyway...) and the fact that there is nothing that she can do to change his mind.

When the time comes he has a lot of things to decide, where this will take place, will she be across his knee or on the bed, will he let her wear anything or not (maybe he will let her this first time, but if they want to continue getting together occasionally he may change his mind). His attitude is kinda important, he serious – not necessarily real mad but like its something that he feels he needs to do. Liz may not go along once she gets across his knee and she'll probably tell him no and to stop, but too bad for her, he might tell her that she's been asking for this. (funny, right) My guess is that he would start off with about ten licks with a paddle (there is one around somewhere) and then he would ask if she had learned her lesson and was she ready to do as she was told. She will either say yes or no. If she says no she's not ready to do as she's told then he paddles her some more. Soon she'll get the idea and she will agree to do whatever he says.

I think that you'll like this next part. When she agrees, she means it. She will do whatever you say. Anything, any position, anywhere for as long as you say. (OK one thing that scares her a bit is anal intercourse; a little gentle play wouldn't scare her and who knows for the future.) *note here. That was one thing that held me back from saying anything for a while. I suspected, thought, okay knew that I was probably anal erotic but I was flat scared to try it. I knew that this was something that Nick wanted to try but I had always refused. I wanted to let him know that at that time it was one of my limits. I was not ready to go there. By telling him, and by him completely respecting my feelings, I became more and more willing to trust him with things I did want to try. Since that time our trust has grown as has my willingness to try new things and test my limits. Anal sex is now something I truly enjoy but I still need to be very much in the right mood. Now that we do talk and trust I don’t think there is anything we are unwilling to at least try if the other asks.)

So what you have here is someone willing to let you do anything and is willing to do anything for you. Should she seem reluctant at any time the paddle is always handy for a quick reminder. I know that this isn't for every time we make love but if you are willing to try and like it then many, many ideas are possible. Sometimes he might tease her and make her work for what she wants, other times he can lay back and have any thing that he can think of. Some times he might just make her lay there and wait while he goes and drink a beer, ordering her to keep still, if she hasn't well...

Other ideas might be that he would tell her what to wear when he is planning to spank her. Certain underwear, whatever. You can tell that Liz has been thinking about this longer than her friend. But there is no rush to all this, whenever he is ready and they can get some privacy. A few days notice is great to allow a gal to get in the mood, but that’s not always possible.

If you think that Liz is the only one with these ideas it’s not true. She looked around a bit on the internet (never joining anything, just looking at a few free sites) some are awful but a lot of them have sensuous story and pictures. I know that the few stories she read seem to overestimate the duration of the spanking itself. If you're interested in seeing for yourself just search under spanking. The ideas they expound are not mine, but it did give me the courage to write this epistle.

Don't feel pressured to respond at once (esp. if your answer is "no way") just think about it and get comfortable with the ideas and drop Liz a line sometime. E-mail is a good way to ask her questions or for clarification.

I love you.

So here was our very, very beginning. Finally after 19 year I had taken the leap of faith that Nick would at least try to understand. He did – this is the email I got from Nick.



Liz,
Its Sat. morn and I rushed downstairs to read mail. Wow! Are you sure I’m talking to my real wife or her impostor twin.

My mind is going a little faster than my fingers right now, but you've giving me a load to consider. As kinky as some of this may sound to you, it probably doesn't score very high on the internet scale in general or the Gene (our kinkiest real life friend of ours) scale in particular.

Timing might me a little tricky, particularly trying to allow time for anticipation. Another caution, we may find that any particular fantasy's benefit is greater in the dreaming, and formulating stages than in execution. (He really thought that even if I liked fantasying about spanking I might not like it in real life - LOL! Little did he know!) But that can only be known by a little testing.

More thoughts later.

Nick

And later that week I got the following email from him.

Liz,
Yes you've aroused my curiosity, etc. Especially my etc.

I wouldn't want to inhibit your passion, not if Sat. is an indication of your potential.
As for an alter ego, I don't know. We'll see.

Sometime we can set up private address and go from there with your additional info!

With anticipation.

Nick

So this was our beginning. It didn't last then but it did lay the ground work for what happened 6 years later and continues until today. We learned to trust each other, we learned to enjoy each other and we began talking. That is the best thing - we are still communicating.

Gratitude Tuesday

I wanted to join in in gratitude Tuesday but I am not going to try to hit A and B today. Today there is only one thing on my mind when I think of gratitude. I am grateful for Mollie – that she is here to talk to and hug and comfort and sit quietly with. Two girls she knows, although not close friends, were killed in a car accident. They were 15 and 16, a momentary lack of attention with deadly result. This has been very sobering for me as the mother of a 16 year old driver.

I hate to see Mollie quiet. LJ would have been more likely to talk to me about the events but Mollie is just quiet. All she really said is that it had been a bad day. But she came up to me in the kitchen and gave me a hug and told me she loved me. I just plan on being here when she needs me. So I am grateful I have her and that she has me. And I pray for the families who lost the girls.



On to try to think of something else. I didn' t lose any weight this week but Nick and I are working on a new way to keeping me on track. With the scales being somewhat inaccurate we and going to have a new upper limit. We are taking my lowest weight - which may have been inaccurate and putting an upper limit on my weight to 2 pounds above that. This way it takes into account a little fluctuation in my actual weight as well as the weirdness of the scales. Nick has always been hesitant to spank if the gain was just .2 - .4 pounds, but I want consistancy. So I think he will feel more comfortable with this and it will keep me from breaking bad and going way over. It's hairbrush time if I don't keep things pretty much under control. As my weight goes down and I have the same low reading a couple of weeks in a row, and we feel that reading is accurate, then the upper level will go down. I think this is going to work for us.

The very beginning

I just came across a true blast from the past and I thought you guys enjoy reading it. Some of you that have been reading here for a long time might remember that I began my blog in July of 2006. That was shortly after I had found blogs but we had actually dabbled in spanking just a little before that. We had been married for 17 years and our kids were 12 and 8.

We had just gotten a new computer and put it in the basement. I finally had a tiny bit of privacy for looking around and I typed in spanking. I didn’t find any blogs at that time but I found some stories and a few pictures – enough to really push my spanko mind into over drive. Was this really me? Fairly suddenly I went from zero interest in sex to … let me put this delicately – horny!

So with a good mixture of fear and longing I wrote the following email to Nick. Picture as you read what must have been going through Nick’s mind. This poor man whose wife generally ignored him, whose lack of interest in sex meant ‘good ‘ol man on top, woman on bottom get it over with quick’ sex maybe once a month. NO experimenting, no kink, nothing. Then out of the blue he gets the following email

August 14, 2000

I cannot believe that I am sending this E-mail; at least I'm writing it I'm not sure I'll ever send it. Don't worry I think you'll like it but its taken me 17 years to be able to write it. It may take another 20 before I could say it face to face. Would you be interested in hearing about and perhaps indulging me in some sexual games that keep roaming around in my brain? Nothing elaborate but it would involve a bit of role playing and I'm not sure that that is really your style. But if you're willing to try once we don't have to do any more if you don't like it.

I just want to be sure that these games stay completely out of our real life, at least for now. In other words when we play I want to be someone else. An alter-ego so to speak someone who is no ones mother, teacher or daughter. In other words you won't be acting these things out with me, your wife. Instead this man (you get to pick your alter-ego’s name) and a women we'll call Liz, will be doing all this. If you think that I have gone off the deep end -- you may be right. If you want me to stop this silliness and get back to normal just e-mail me back and tell me to forget it. I promise I won't bring it up again. But if you are interested the only thing you have to do at this time is to e-mail me to send you more information and sign it with your made up name. Then just check your mail once in a while. Remember anticipation is part of the game!

Your loving wife.

Well do you think that would have gotten his attention? And did you notice, I still hadn't even gotten up the nerve to mention spanking!

LOL! It did get his attention,but he hardly knew what to say. This was his entire return email (trust me they got much better soon)

Remember that my mail is not password protected when you're sending additional info.

I found my next email too. I’ll post it soon. But this was the very, very beginning. It didn’t completely last at that time. Too much going on in real life, kids to care for, parents to care for, two careers to deal with and no internet friends to share it all with – to talk with me, to encourage me, to help me feel normal. But it did show me that we really did love each other and when life presented the opportunity again a few years later we grabbed it and the rest is history!

Fantasy Friday - What have I done?

Finally, finally, finally it's Friday! I love the weekend and I always like a good Fantasy Friday to start the weekend off just right!! I hope you got to read the 'how we met' story of this couple. Click here if you haven't had the chance. I always want to know what happens after the story ends so I loved continued stories hopefully there will be even more after this!

So for this weekend, kick back, relax and enjoy...

What have I done?

Megan’s mind was in a panic as she paced the small office! How, how could she have been so stupid! She was in trouble up to her neck and she had to keep Cal from finding out. If he knew what she has done she wouldn’t be able to sit for a month.

Megan couldn’t believe how much her life had changes since her unexpected meeting with Sheriff Cal Bennett. He could have sent her to jail for breaking into his house but instead he had taken her under his wing and had helped her in countless ways. He had his own unique way of encouraging and guiding Megan as a first year college student.

Cal had made it clear that first night when he decided against taking her to jail that she would be in ‘his custody’, a type of probation for the next 6 months. He had also made it very clear that if she did not follow his rules during that time he would turn her over his knee and spank the fire out of her! And Cal was definitely a man of his word.

After a rocky start Megan had to admit Cal had really helped her. She attended all her classes now and had only been late once in the last 2 months, a mistake she wasn’t about to repeat! Her grades had improved more than she could imagine.

But the change that had shocked Megan the most was how she felt about Cal. She knew she was falling in love with him but she was so torn by that fact. In the past the boy/men she had dated had catered to her every whim. They would beg for her favor and ply her with expensive gifts. Cal had her cleaning his bathroom and doing his laundry! This was crazy. She also had no idea how Cal felt about her. When she had made a slight pass at him he had sternly rebuffed her. “You are working off a sentence the same as if I had taken you to court. Trying to come on to me during this time is inappropriate and you are going to stop.” Did that mean he didn’t care for her or that there relationship couldn’t move to that stage now or ever? They spent nearly all there free time together and she knew he was happy. This was driving her nuts!

Pacing in the small office Megan thought back to the time Cal had had to go out of town unexpectedly. She had really been looking forward to her evening studying with him. Yes, she knew studying would be all that would go on she still loved spending time with him. But then he called. “Megan I just got word I have to go to the capital this afternoon. I’ll have to stay over night. Sorry to have to cancel on you. Can I count on you to stay in and study tonight? I want you to make me proud on that exam tomorrow.”

“I’ll study Cal” Megan had assured him trying not to let her disappointment show “There are 3 other girl on the hall in the class. We’ll study together.”

“Promise me now” Cal repeated. Megan assured him all would be well.

And it had been for a while. But after studying and quizzing each other until nearly 9:30 Ashley suggested that they needed a break. “I need ice cream!” she declared. “Walk with me to the Dairy Bar.” Now Cal couldn’t object to that. It was close by and all the kids walked there even at night.

If only! If only they hadn’t had to walk past the fraternity house, if only Ashley hadn’t know one of the guys on the porch, if only she hadn’t accepted the first beer, or the second. By the time the jello shooters came out she was past caring.

The next morning Megan had woken slowly. Her mouth felt like she had used it to clean out the inside of several old tennis shoes. She struggled to open her eyes and felt a wave of panic as she realized she wasn’t in her room. Sitting up it all came back to her – the fraternity house – crap! What time was it? Her eyes fell on the clock – 11:00 AM. The exam had been at 9:00. Not waiting to see if the other girls were still around Megan bolted for the dorm.

~~~0~~~

Late that afternoon Cal tossed his overnight bag on his bed. He wanted a shower and he needed to make several calls but all he could think about was Megan. He knew he loved her and the thought tore at his gut. She was a rich, preppy college girl. A small town sheriff was not in her future. She had tried to come on to him but that was obviously the way she normally got her way with men. But she was changing and he was enjoying the woman she was becoming. Who knew, maybe she did care. But nothing could happen for another four months. ‘Why did I give her six months probation?’ he chided himself, ‘why not 6 days?’

Laughing at himself Cal called Megan’s cell. He voice sounded so strange when she finally answered “Megan? What’s wrong?”

Megan tried to speak but all that came out was a sob. “I’ll be right there” Cal told her as he hurried back to the car.

Megan looked as though she was trying to become invisible as she sat hunched it Cal’s car. She told him everything. She hated seeing his face change from concern to disbelief to anger. She tried not to think of the spanking she had gotten for being 10 minutes late for class. She didn’t want to think any further. The silence grew as Cal started the car. He drove directly to Professor Wright’s office. Meg followed Cal in but wasn’t even registering what they were saying until Professor Wright addressed her directly.

“Miss Anderson do you have a good reason for missing my exam this morning?” She looked at Cal for a clue as to how she should answer, but no clue was forthcoming.

“No sir” she said quietly, “I don’t have a good reason.”

“Hmmm… , well Miss Anderson I guess this is your lucky day. I wouldn’t normally allow for this. But as a favor to Sheriff Bennett and because of the significant improvement you have shown since the beginning of the semester, I will allow the Sheriff to administer the test and return it to me.”

“Miss Anderson” he continued, “I hope you realize how serious the consequences of missing the exam could have been.”

“Don’t worry Professor” Cal stated flatly “I can assure her you she will fell the full consequences of her actions.”

Megan reddened and looked down missing the sly smile that played on the Professors lips. “Hmmm…” he mused quietly and they prepared to leave. “I just bet you’re right.”

~~~0~~~

Cal remained silent until they entered his house then he said, “You can the exam in the dinning room. He said you have 90 minutes.”

“Cal, wait!” Megan began “Are you … I mean… Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes ma’am” he answered firmly “You better believe I am. But we are going to get the exam out of the way first.”

“Cal please… I can’t think, I can’t concentrate on the exam knowing you are so mad at me and knowing you’re going to … you know. Please can’t we do that first?

“You won’t be able to sit to take the exam when I’m done with your and that a promise.” He stated flatly.

“Please Cal. And Cal, I wish you knew how sorry I really am.”

She looked so pitiful that all Cal wanted to do was to hold her and comfort her. But breaking her word to him, passing out drunk in a frat house – all the things that could have happened raced through his mind and he knew it was not time for comfort yet.

“Alright” he said crisply “We’ll take care of this first. I want you in the corner. I’m going to take a shower while you think about the decisions you’ve made in the last 24 hours.”

Megan hated the corner and whined “But Cal, that’s all I have been thinking about.” In that instant Megan thought lightening had struck as Cal landed a hard swat to her right cheek. “I don’t need another word from you unless I ask you a question.”

Rubbing her seat vigorously Megan hurried to the corner.

“Jeans down to your knees, Meg, panties too.” Cal noticed the sharp intake of breath and the briefest hesitation before Megan did as he directed. He watched as she slide her jeans over her slim hips. A tiny sigh from her and the panties followed. Cal stared for a moment, transfixed at this beautiful sight. Then he turned silently had headed to his bedroom. “Let’s make that a cold shower.” he muttered to himself.

Megan sniffed in the corner and rubbed her seat again. That one swat sill stung – she didn’t want to think about what was coming. She could just leave. She knew Cal wouldn’t, probably couldn’t have her arrested for the original crime. But she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She had really let Cal down and she knew it. She heard the shower stop and instinctively rubbed her cheek one more time.

A few minutes later Cal spoke behind her, “Over here Megan”. She shuffled across the room, her pants at her ankles only added to Megan’s embarrassment as she joined Cal at the couch. He sat and guided her over his knee. “You promised me you would stay in last night and you didn’t. I’m going to spank you for it. Do you understand? Do you have anything to say?

“Only that I am sorry.”

“I know you are Megan, but you need to see that poor decisions have consequences.” With that Cal began. Megan’s head shot up in disbelief at the first swat and gave a lusty “Owwwww…!” Was that was just his hand?! The sting was amazing and Megan couldn’t stop from kicking. Cal paused long enough to put his leg over hers as her jeans slipped off.

The next 20 seemed harder still. When Cal paused once again he asked “When the other’s decided to go for ice cream what should you have said?”

How are you supposed to talk in this position Megan wondered but she managed to gasp out, “I should have said no! That I had promised you to stay in – I should have stayed in the dorm!”

“That’s right” Cal said calmly as he stopped spanking and began to rubbing. Megan relaxed over his lap still knowing he wasn’t finished. He rubbed a moment longer as he allowed her to catch her breath. Then he stood her up and said “Go get the hair brush.”

No, no, no! Megan’s mind repeated. She remembered it as much worse than his hand but she now couldn’t remember how. And she had to go get it – damn! Wincing a little as she walked she was still glad for the brief reprieve. She glared at the brush – so innocent looking she thought. Would she ever be able to look at a hairbrush the same again? She brought it back to Cal and he guided her back over his knee again.

“I am not even going to ask you how much you drank. You aren’t supposed to drink at all. How old are you? He asked as if he didn’t already know perfectly well. Megan realized what was coming and stilled herself.

“Nineteen” she told him.

“Alright, let’s see how many that is.” And he took off with the brush. Megan was already burning from the first round and by five she couldn’t help throwing her hand back to protect her bottom.

“Megan you know that’s dangerous” Cal said as he trapped her hand to the small of her back. “Now let’s start over.”

Meg groaned as Cal peppered her with nineteen more short sharp spanks although not quite as hard as before.

Now he asked as he stopped and rubbed, “How old do you have to be to drink legally?

“Two years older” Megan gasped and Cal had to grin at her quick thinking under stress.

“Nice try” he chuckled “But the correct answer is twenty-one.” And with that he was off again with the hateful brush ignoring her yelps of pain and pleas until he finished. Now what was the difference between those two numbers again?”

Gritting her teeth Megan again said “Two years.”

“That’s right and you better remember that!” Cal said emphatically as a burning pop seared each cheek.

With that he tossed the brush onto the couch and again helped Megan to her feet. She danced and rubbed until Cal said “We’re not quite done yet Meg.”

“But, but… that’s enough! I promise I will never break my word again and I won’t drink a drop until I’m 21.”

He stopped her, “I know and I appreciate that. But you put yourself in serious danger.” He led Megan to the arm of the couch. He stopped there and unbuckled his belt. She watched as the belt snaked through the loops. Cal bent her over the arm of the sofa and doubled the belt.

“Drinking enough to pass out in that Frat house was as dangerous as it get”. Megan heard the first whistling of the belt just before it landed on her upper thigh.

“Please Cal” she begged “not my thighs!”

“Be quiet” he commanded. With the next lick she was far from quiet but she said no more. Each lick from the belt landed on her upper thighs as Cal enumerated the dangers. “You could have been drugged… fondled… molested… raped.” Barely registering his words the last lick landed its biting sting directly on her sit spot she did hear Cal final fear “I could have lost you.”

Cal stood her up and held her to him as she cried. “Shhhhh….it’s alright honey. You’re going to be alright. Cry it out.”

Megan felt her body was a study in contrast. She hurt so bad and felt so good in his arms. She cried softly into his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. After a minute Cal stepped into the bedroom and brought her some soft sweat pants she kept at his place. Cal could tell she was exhausted and tucked a soft quilt around her as she prepared to doze on the couch.

The nap had brought a softness and clarity to that day. After the exam and a quiet talk with Cal, Megan had promised not only Cal but herself that she would never be in that much trouble with Cal again!

Megan’s mind snapped back to the present as she continued to pace in the small office. If only she had kept that promise to herself. She whirled around as the door opened and the Dean of Women entered. Seating herself behind the desk she indicated a chair for Megan.

“Miss Anderson” she began “your serious violation of our school rules allows me to expel you with on further consideration. But I would like to know just what you were thinking. Years ago I would have invited your parents to this meeting but HEPPA rules prevent me from discussing this with them.”

“However,” she continued “I see a note in your file that Sheriff Bennett is to be contacted in case of academic or discipline issues. I have here” she said holding up a paper “the waver you signed allowing us to discuss any problems with him.”

“No – wait!” Megan begged, “Please don’t! I don’t want Sheriff Bennett to know!” The phone rang on the dean’s desk as Megan pleaded “You can’t tell him, please!”

Dean Abbot answered her phone. “Please put him through,” she said. “Don’t worry Miss. Anderson – I don’t plan on telling him. That will be your job.” She said firmly as she passed the phone to Megan.

Megan took the phone with a trembling hand and slowly put it to her ear.

“Cal…”

~~~oo0oo~~~

Oh dear! I feel that there is more to come with Cal and Megan. And I guess I should know better than anyone since I wrote this Fantasy Friday. You can thank a vanilla friend of mine for this second story. When I told her about my 'kink' this summer I gave her several stories to read. 'The Break In' was one of them. She was really intrigued with everything I told her but for some reason 'The Break In' really caught her interest. She wanted to know what happened next. So I had to write it to find out myself. LOL! She never touches her computer so I had to print it off for her - can you imagine, me with a friend who doesn't use a computer!

I hope you enjoyed it as much as she did. And I hope some of you enjoy Fantasy Friday enough to help out by trying you hand a story and sharing it with the rest of us. I really do need stories folks. I am always excited to open an email and see that it is a story but it is especially exciting when it is a new writer who has finally taken the plunge! I hope you are out there writing and I hope you are willing to share. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Pre-Fantasy Friday

Heads up here. I need everyone to know that this is a rerun, sort of a pre-Fantasy Friday. This fantasy was first posted a while back, and a lot of you wanted to know what happened next, me too. Well I am happy to tell you that the next part will be posted tomorrow for Fantasy Friday. I just thought some of you might want to catch up in case you missed this one the first time around. If you remember who wrote it don't tell yet. I will reveal that after the story tomorrow. Hang in there, at least it's Thursday. Consider this a jump start on the weekend.

For now enjoy...

The Break In

The sudden light blinded Megan! She heard the man shout and her mind screamed in panic with only one thought “GET AWAY”! In her terror she sprinted for the door but the man was on her. His arm snaked around her waist and she was yanked backwards and off her feet. She dropped her bag in her mad effort to get away but she was half drug, half carried back into the bedroom. The man pulled her to the dresser as he fumbled inside the top drawer. Her mind was still reeling when she felt cold steel on her wrist and another wave of sheer panic shot through her as she realized she was now being handcuffed to the bed.

Once she was secured the man stepped away from her and back toward the dresser. Her eyes swept the room looking for an escape. Nothing! There was no hope, finally her eyes came back to the man and she saw the gun lying on the dresser by his hand.

The man began firing questions at her “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house? Damn! I could have blown your frigging head off! And what the hell are you doing with my shoe?” Megan looked down to see that she was still clutching the man’s shoe that she had so quietly slipped into the closet to take.

“I – I’m really sorry” Megan stammered “Here” she held out the shoe “you can have it back. I am so sorry. Please let me go and I swear I will never bother you again.”

The man ignored her words and said “Answer my questions. First who are you?”

“I’m Megan Anderson.”

“Alright Megan Anderson, what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom at 2 AM?” The man casually reached for his jeans hanging on the chair and pulled them on over his boxers.

Megan didn’t want to answer, it seemed so incredibly stupid now but no plausible lie was coming to mind so she began on the truth.

“I’m pledging a sorority and I have a list of items I had to get from a local house in order to…”

“My god!” the man interjected “you risked you life breaking into a stranger’s house on some kind of asinine scavenger hunt? How old are you anyway?”

“I’m nineteen” Megan answered “But you don’t understand” she started earnestly, “It’s not just to get into the sorority – this was to get in to a secret society within the sorority…” Megan trailed off again as the man looked at her as thought she had sprouted feathers.

The man looked so confused Megan took the opportunity to give him her most winning smile “Please,” she said sweetly, “I really am sorry. And I didn’t really take anything, you have everything back. No harm, no foul! Now if you will just take these cuffs off I’ll be on my way.”

The man almost smiled before he caught himself. He could only imagine the times that beautiful, innocent looking smile had gotten her out of trouble, well he thought, not this time.

“Come on,” Megan demanded, shaking the cuffs a little, “let me out of these things and I’ll go.”

“Go” he repeated “The only place you’re going is to jail! You break into my house try to steal my stuff and you think I am just going to let you walk out of here?

Megan’s eyes narrowed and she dropped the sweet smile. “Look mister, I said I was sorry. But I am not about to go to jail! Look at this you have me handcuffed to a bed – what kind of a pervert are you? I’ll tell the police you held me against my will – that’s kidnapping! And if you don’t let me out of these things right now I am going to tell them you tried to rape me!

The man stared another moment then reached for his cell phone and tossed it beside her on the bed. “There you go he said. Call 911. Better yet hit speed dial 2 that will ring directly on the sheriff’s desk. Of course I’m not there to answer it at the moment but I am sure one of my deputies will pick up.”

Megan’s eyes widen, “You’re not...” she began.

“Sheriff Cal Bennett at your service ma’am. Youngest sheriff ever elected in Craven County. Now let me see if I have this right” Cal began, “In order to get into some fancy, spoiled, society girl clique you broke into my house to steal… what all was it now?”

Megan dug into her pocket and handed him a small piece of paper. On it was printed:

• TV remote
• salt and pepper shakers
• tooth brush and tooth paste
• one dress shoe

• bonus points, one lock of hair

“This is some sorority you are trying to get into kid. But all you got yourself is a big pile of trouble. I am taking you in now; you can call your parents from the station.”

“You can’t call my parents!’ Megan cried “They’ll kill me! Mother couldn’t possible stand the embarrassment and Daddy said I couldn’t go to Greece over spring break if I mess up one more time! Please you have to let me go!

“So that is the kind of discipline you have had all your life? And how did Daddy think you messed up before? Eat with the wrong fork at dinner?”

“Daddy’s all up in arm about my grades.”

“How bad are your grades?” Cal asked.

“I'm failing 3 of my 5 classes. But it wasn’t my fault – not that it is any of your business! But they were all at 8:00 AM and who can make it to class that early?”

Cal thought back to his college days, working two jobs in addition to carrying a full load. Working in the bar until 4:00 AM and never missing an 8:00 AM class.

“Look" Cal snapped, "I can’t listen to anymore of this crap! You are under arrest. This is a small county and we keep our court dockets up to date. Your trial will be within two weeks and our judges are very severe with college students gone wild. So don’t expect to make bail. Plan on spending the next 6 months in our county jail. Don’t worry” he told her as he saw the panic growing in her eyes “I run a good jail and no one will hurt you. But someone needs to teach you a lesson and my county work farm is the best place I know of.”

Cal let that bit of information sink in for a minute as he watched her tear stained face crumble in to disbelief.

“Or you have one other choice.”

Megan looked at him trying to stop her tears. “Please” she pleaded, “I’ll do anything! I don’t want to go to jail and I don’t want my parents to know. Give me another chance – please!”

“I don’t think you are going to like the alternative either.” Cal said in a firm voice.

“Oh please, anything is better than going to jail.”

“Okay we’ll see.” Cal paused for a minute then stated the second option. “Your complete contempt of the law, your total disregard for your own safety and your only real remorse in all this is that ‘Daddy will take away your trip to Greece’ tells me you are nothing but an extremely spoiled brat! What you need is someone to blister your butt and take control of you until you develop some self control!”

“Blister my butt? Are you saying you want to spank me? Are you crazy? I have never been spanked!”

“That” Cal observed “is painfully obvious. But that is the deal. I am going to whip your butt and in addition to that you will be working for me for the next six months. You won’t be joining any sorority, you won’t have any time. You will be cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry and scrubbing bathrooms – whatever I need.

Megan stared at him as if he were speaking Greek. “But I don’t know how to do any of that stuff” Megan whispered.

I had a feeling you didn’t, but it’s high time you were learning. And part of the time you will be studying because your grades are going to improve to B’s or better and if you miss so much as one class without my permission – I’ll wear you out again! Are you getting all this?”

Getting it, she thought he had to be kidding! But regardless she was prepared to agree to anything to keep from going to jail. Besides little kids got spanked so it couldn’t be all that bad. As for the maid service, well she would find some way out of that.

“I don’t want my parents to know anything and I don’t want to go to jail.”

“Alright then.” Cal took the cuff key and unlocked Megan’s hand. He sat on the bed and drew her to stand in front of him. “Megan, you need to take down you pants and panties.”

“What!!”

“Megan punishments are embarrassing and painful – that is the reason you avoid bad behavior, to avoid punishment. I need this to be memorable to set you straight. And I promise you will remember this night.”

Megan couldn’t hold his gaze and looked at the floor as she bared her bottom. Cal quickly guided her over his lap and positioned her at the proper angle.

Megan could not believe what was happening. Cal began spanking with his hand. It did sting but she realized it wasn’t anything she couldn’t take. Cal started talking to her “Tell me why you are getting this spanking Megan.”

”Because I wanted to join the sorority” she answered.

Zing! The next spank shot through her like fire. It HURT! What was he doing? “I don’t need any of you flippant answers young lady!” He was burning her up! She reached her hand around to protect her assaulted bottom but she quickly found her hand pinned to the small of her back. Cal lessened the tempo but was still spanking hard as he asked again “Why are you getting this spanking?”

“I broke into your house”, Megan gasped “I tried to steal from you!”

“That’s right” Cal agreed. “Did you know stealing was wrong?”

“Yes sir!” Even through the pain Megan wondered where the ‘sir’ had come from.

“Good” said Cal. “And now you are going to find out how I feel about stealing!” and he began spanking in earnest.

This was not what Megan had expected. She began howling and kicking her feet. Cal easily penned her legs with his. He paused moments later – he was well aware that this was her first spanking and he had no intention of over doing it, but she would remember.

“We are not quite done here young lady” Cal said as he stopped to rub her glowing bottom. “But I think you need a little break.” Cal helped her up and guided her to the corner. “I want you to stand here in the corner and think about the decisions that got you here tonight.”

Megan was thinking about the choices she had made. Never had joining a sorority seemed so meaningless. Why had she ever put herself in such a compromising position?

Cal stepped back into the room with the hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. Seeing Megan from across the room Cal realized what a beautiful sight she was in the corner. He knew her ass was on fire from the looks of things and the way she shifted her feet trying to find relief. She was still sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Megan” come back over here Cal ordered quietly. Megan came back to him. She realized she didn’t feel embarrassed but she was beginning to realize that she had really screwed up.

Megan saw the hair brush lying beside Cal. Her eyes got big as she began “No – please don’t…” Cal pulled her back across his lap. “But I’m sorry!” she wailed “I’ve learned my lesson, honest!

“Good” Cal said soothingly. “You have paid for breaking in and stealing. You have a clean slate on that but this hair brush is going to make you pay for putting yourself in such a dangerous position. Cal rubbed the smooth, cool brush against Megan’s scorched bottom. It felt great but Megan couldn’t help tensing for the first blow.

She didn’t have to wait long as pain exploded on her right cheek and then quickly on her left. She yelped and tried to slide off but Cal was having none of it and firmly pulled her back to him. He spanked hard with the brush. “I could have shot you tonight! Do you realize that? You would have been dead, you parents lives devastated and mine too. You will never, ever put yourself it danger like that again!”

“I won’t, I won’t!! Please stop! I’m so sorry! Stop!”

The hair brush paused as Cal ask "Are you sure you know how serious this was? Do you really realize you could be dead?"

"I do know, honest!

"Good" Cal answered "Now let's make sure you never forget." and with that Cal delivered the last 25 firm hard spanks. "Are you going to be able to remember, Megan?"

"I'll remember!! I will never do anything so dangerous again, I promise!! Please stop!"

Cal stopped and ran his hand gently over over her flaming red cheeks. “It’s alright, Megan, I know you won’t. It’s going to be alright.” She winced as the cooling lotion he was using touched her skin. The lotion felt good but she didn’t think there was enough lotion in the world to cool the heat she was feeling.

Cal set her to her feet and helped her arrange her clothes. Then he put his arms around her and held her as she sobbed. “Shhh…” he cooed to her “you’re alright now. It’s all over and everything’s okay. All those bad decisions, all the pain is behind you now.”

Megan couldn’t help grinning at his choice of words and as she looked at him she saw the twinkle in his eye and realized he had fully intended the pun. She felt comfortable in his arms, relaxed in a way she had never felt before.

“Thank you” Megan said quietly. “I know this evening could have gone horribly wrong. I could be in jail – or worse. I owe you a lot Cal.”

Cal was almost startled to hear his own name. So many friend and even family members simply called him ‘Sheriff’. He found himself strangely pleased that Megan had remembered his name and used it. He held her a little longer then became business-like. “What time is your first class in the morning?”

“Nine” she told him. “American history”

“And when are your classes over tomorrow?”

“I’m done at 2:30.”

“Alright, I am going to get you back to the dorm now. It’s after 3 and you need some sleep. You will not be late for your class tomorrow and don’t think I won’t check. I’ll pick you up at 3 tomorrow afternoon and I want you to have your class schedule with you. We'll work your chores around here in between your classes.

“That okay, my car is just on the next block.” Megan told him. “I’ll get myself home.”

“Owwwww…” Megan cried as Cal hand landed a hard swat on her extremely tinder seat.

“Young lady you are in my custody for the next six month and you will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Cal.” Megan answered meekly as he led her to his car. Each wondering, with a small smile, what the next six months might bring.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the next part of the story.

Still working on weight!

I haven’t given up on the weight loss. After all it was Nick’s willingness to help me with my weight loss that got him interested in trying out some real spanking in the first place. He has helped me stay pretty consistent. Yes I have to be the one to stay with it of course, but he sure has made it interesting! And since we began all this I have lost over 40 pounds!!

Week before last I lost 3.6 pounds which is much better than usual but his past week I had gained a pound back. Now I didn’t get spanked for that because our scales can be really screwy. It can tell me I weigh a pound and a half different with in a half hour even if I haven’t eaten a bite. In other words when I lose it is working – when I gain the scales are screwy!

But according to Nick if I don’t lose some this week the hair brush will make a reappearance. We have way too many fun toys for that unforgiving this to make a come back. If I get to change the middle number on the scales someday, I will share any tips I have used during this journey.