What Spanking means to me

For the last two Wednesdays I have put up old posts that I wrote some time ago where I tried to explain to the men in our lives just why some women liked to be spanked. I don't know if anyone else is enjoying them or getting anything out of it or not. There haven't been any comments and of course I always love comments. So I wasn't sure about putting another one up this week until I looked at my stats and saw that for the last two weeks those posts got more hits than post anything except Fantasy Friday. So I am going to put up this one today and at least one more next Wednesday. And just maybe someone who need to read it will stumble across it.



Last year Todd and Suzy asked the following question for a round table discussion–

How much do you think the spanking element of your diet has helped? Does it actually impact food/gym decisions you make?

When I started to answer I realized that for me the answer was not so simple after all. Strangely enough it made me thing of something our preacher said Sunday. It spoke to the underlying feelings that I think many spankos have. He said the opposite of love is not hate; the opposite of love is indifference. Hate takes caring, it takes energy, and it takes emotion. Indifference is much sadder.

This ‘spanking diet’ has been the constant since I came out to Nick about spanking. Stepping on the scale each Friday I had three huge questions in my mind. 1) Have I gained or lost? 2) If I have gained is Nick going to spank me? Or 3) is Nick going to make some excuse and just decide to let it go. And of the three the last one was the one that I worried about the most. Indifference. It scares me, it makes my chest hurt. This is something that Carye and I often discuss. Although we often worry about how bad the spanking might be the worry about the chance he might just blow it off or forget the whole thing is much more painful.

Nick has not done that. On reason I tried so hard at the beginning of the diet was that I didn’t want him to think I was ‘testing’ him, trying to force him to spank if he didn’t want to. I was afraid he would say ‘You are not even trying, let’s just forget the whole thing.’ At first I was more worried about that than the spanking. It has taken about a year to begin to let go of this fear (okay, I’m slow). And yes even now when we go a long period and there is no spanking I still worry.

So spankers I may just be speaking for myself, but I have a feeling I am speaking for a lot more of us – when we finally get up the courage to tell you that we want you to spank we often don’t make it clear to you what we are really saying. That is to us – spanking equals caring. When you spank you show us you care. If it is all in fun and erotic it shows that you listened and cared about what we want. If you spank because of discipline you show you care about us, our safety, our well being, everything. I think that is what we really want, to know that you care.

Well that's the long version. The short version is now that I am more secure that he is not going to ignore a gain, now that I am more secure in the knowledge that he really cares, now that I got that damn hairbrush – the answer is yes, knowing he is going to spank my butt with that brush is one reason I go to the gym when I don’t really want to go and I will eat a Hershey’s kiss instead of a huge candy bar. The other way spanking effects the diet is that Nick’s willingness to spank shows me he cares for me; I work hard to loss every week to show that I care for him.

Gradituesday - G

God – Creator of everything loves us in spite of ourselves, never ending. Can’t think of anything else that should be at the top of the list.


Galaxy – Just one of God little creation that really impresses me.

Guitars – Such a beautiful sounding instrument especially when played by Bossman or Mr. Smith.

Grins – I love the ones Nick gives me when he has interesting ideas!



Grace – One of my LA sisters! A fantastic blogger, her humor and wisdom are exceeded only by her beauty! (psssssst… Grace did I say everything you told me to?) I really do mean it but Grace hates it when I get sappy.

Gym – I sure don’t love it but I guess I am grateful for it. It does help with the weight loss for sure.



Golf – Now I don’t play but Nick does. And as much as I love being with him I never mind having 4 hours to myself on an occasional summer afternoon.

Glasses – Can’t see a darn thing with out them.

Guys – What would we do without them?

Girlfriends – Truly something that I could not survive without!



On to the diet update. Not too much to tell. I did lose but just a tiny amount. We put a new battery in the stupid scales and I was down a whopping .2! Okay not real exciting but it was a loss and not a gain so I’ll take it. Being on the diet pills I was hoping for more. I will stay on them for another week but it they don’t make any more difference that that there is no reason to take them. Of courses I am only taking half a pill a day. When I take the whole pill the blood pressure just goes too high. We’ll see what happens. I want to lose but not enough to risk my health. That kinda against my plan.

On another interesting note I got the nicest email from Nick last Thursday. He was asking me for a date that night when Mollie went off to baby-sit. We were both looking forward to that but then the Dad she was sitting for went and got sick. Grrrrrr… We thought about asking Mollie to go out and sit on the carport for about an hour but the temperature was in the 30 and we have gotten fond of her.

Thankfully another job was coming up Saturday and we took full advantage. There was spanking and buzzing and we celebrated Steak and Blow Job day in good fashion. Okay we are trying to leave cheap – we had Hamburger and Blow Job day but Nick didn’t seem to mind at all

My twin's still at it

I know some of you have been wondering how Eva's doing these days. Well, my twin is doing fine. She is a happy and proud Grandmother. And for sure one thing has not changed - she still likes to pick on me for no reason. With her permission I am posting what she posted over at her site yesterday. (Now I know you will agree with me!)


I admit it. I'm a kitchen gadget whore.

So here's a conversation PK and I recently had.....

Eva: Okay... we took pizza to the kids' house... spent some time with them... Offspring # 2 and I wrapped up the details of my pampered chef show... I'm getting a lot of stuff... very cool.. although I know you wouldn't be all that interested... LOL

PK: Of course I am! You are going to use it to cook for me aren't you ?

Eva: ROFL you wouldn't be able to identify half the items...... Just for fun I'm attaching a word file... open it up... there are 12 pampered chef items .. I own them all (or will by this time next week) See how many you can identify.. just tell me what they are used for.......

So here are the items I sent her pictures of ...

And our conversation continued:

PK: Oh hell they all look like sex toys to me!

Eva: Oh good grief.....

PK: Well they DO! Look at them!

Eva: Somehow I knew you'd say that.... I'm gonna make a post out of this conversation, ya know.

PK: Fine but everyone is going to be on my side!


Sigh... She's hopeless.

...................so tell me, do YOU know what these things are all used for??

Fantasy Friday - Baby Boomers Switchin' it Up

This Friday sure feels different from last weekend - at least here in the south. Winter slipped back in while we weren't watching. It didn't take me long to get used to temperatures in the 80 but I think I'll have to wait a while longer now. We do, however, have a fantastic Fantasy Friday to get us warmed up. I know I was very warm after reading it the first time. Please enjoy...

Baby Boomers Switchin' it Up

The cabins were to be renovated before the spring. It was fall. Laid off after years of working hard at a financially high paced career John took the woodworking job to get back to basics. Their youngest had left for college this fall. Her college had been paid off over ten years ago. They needed to downsize any way. Their family home needed some new blood and they barely managed to sell it in the face of the current economy. Marian knew intellectually how necessary the changes had become. She just wanted to spend at least one more season in their home. And she would prepare herself. John’s being laid off was more than she could take. She’d done well by him and the kids. She felt she deserved some Marian time in her house. It was never to be. Conversely she’d become trapped while he had been freed. For endless weeks they were lost to each other. At least she was lost to him.

John had decided to take a job as a cabinet maker at an upscale resort in the mountains near the capitol. Marian was embarrassed about being scared. Truth was she feared change, always had. And currently there was no dealing with her most times on any levels. John suggested she get some counseling before they left, just to talk about her empty nest, his job status change and her obvious seemingly insurmountable anger or her maddening numbed out mode. John wondered what the hell he was thinking putting the two of them together in a two bedroom cabin alone for months on end. He remained hopeful that she’d get a grip on herself. His energy level improved each day he awoke without the cares of the investment firm. He finally had clarity in his life and vowed to have hope and energy for the two of them.

Marian had made the mistake of entering into a dd lifestyle with her husband two years ago at her suggestion. She saw this as a mistake now because she knew she was expected to be on board and she no longer had it in her. She wanted to feel they were a team and that John was in charge of their team. But she just couldn’t shake all this anger. It was supposed to be different. She didn’t need change; she was too young to be looking retired. Hell she was in her mid 40’s! Their friends and neighbors would no longer be a quick walk or drive away. John was making Marian leave the party early and she was determined to stay. She wanted to be at his side but her mind wandered.

Her comments were laced with sarcasm the morning of the closing. That late afternoon they’d be headed to the mountains. John had built in some extra time for the two of them before they drove away together. He was determined to bring her under his wing despite her in trepidation. She couldn’t stand to be in the house with no furniture. The emptiness mirrored her heart. She couldn’t wrap her mind around being in the car for hours with him. She blamed him. She didn’t consider where they’d be living their home. He found her grumbling and mumbling to herself walking through the backyard. She loved to be outside but she didn’t make the time for it. Living on the mountains would be perfect for her, he thought as he watched her lips moving like a mad woman’s.

And so he jokingly yelled to her, “Woman! Who are you speaking to?” She startled, shrugged and the she went away from him which wasn’t the thing to do. John marched was determined to end this now. He stomped down the deck into the back yard walking furiously toward her. The leaves crunched in the grass under his boots and her heart beat faster hearing his approach. She serpentined a bit, as if that would throw him off her course. It didn’t matter there was no purpose but to delay maybe seconds of their fated encounter.

“Enough…. Enough already!” He used the Greek accent and voice from her favorite movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. He would make one attempt at humor before he’d take her in hand. She felt him behind her and the hairs on her arm began to rise. She defiantly refused to turn around. But she should have because her window of opportunity had been slammed shut and locked. He folded his arms and just stared at her. How was it that this beautiful woman and mother of his children could behave like a child? She had purposefully wrapped herself so tightly she left herself no where to run or even turn. And while he had never embraced the corporal discipline aspects of their dd marriage, he smiled inside. His recourse was boundless. He believed non dd husbands would be headed for divorce attorneys eventually given these circumstances. He knew that would never happen with them. And he was grateful.

“Inside. Lean over the island. Hands on top. Wait. I’ll be outside trimming the willow tree.” His voice was low and quiet and didn’t register with her for half a minute she turned around and just stared with her mouth opened slightly. Stalling, she licked her full lips like it was a full time job. Furious with him, her sleek lined eyebrows arched than tried to touch. As if in slow motion, her eyes narrowed just enough to really piss him off. There was no contest here and she’d find that out.

“Now” and his voice boomed and she jerked around hoping her last moments in the backyard bore no witness. Because she was sure she’d die of humiliation. She’d asked John time and again to deliver spankings that were not just erotic. Instead he used tones of voice and looks and while that was great, she needed more from him. She needed to feel overwhelmed by his power. It was what she’d felt she needed with every fiber of her being. And this moment had come and she couldn’t move her feet. (Later she would think, how do women do this all the time? And later she found out.) But our story continues as John becomes infuriated that she dare stand there like a deer in a headlight. Didn’t she know he wanted to thrash her within an inch of her life? He took three strides toward her and she backed up at least that. He reached out his hand and she stared at it and him.

“Consider this your last warning ever! Take my hand and I’ll walk you to the house” his voice was so naturally powerful she was shocked she felt herself getting wet. And the warmth hard to find that cold fall day, was spreading all over her. She took two baby steps toward him and tried to reach for his hand. “You’re done!” And with that his patience snapped. Taking her right forearm tightly in his left hand he forced her to walk backwards up to the house. If she didn’t have the sense to turn around, then fine! His pace was quick and she was disoriented on many levels. Sliding the patio door open none too gently, he barked at her to step up so she wouldn’t trip moving backwards into the house. John let her turn around to walk up the stairs on their deck. He marched her over to the bar stool and slapped her open her palms on the marble island. He spun around and walked out again into the yard there were some nice low switches that would slice through her fog. It had certainly worked on him as a child.

She didn’t know what to think. She’d been in a fog since before the closing. And now this man was making a switch from their willow tree! Her palms slid across the top of the counter as she tried to look out the windows. Her muscles quivered everywhere. Her mouth felt dry as she began to breathe unevenly through it. Then with terror she saw him stalking up their backyard with a handful of willow switches. The leaves were flying off the branches like little birds following him to the house. He’d always used his hand and once she asked for his belt. But she had no idea what this was going to feel like physically. She wanted to run but where? She could run to the car. What then, lock the doors and drive away somewhere without him? Where would she go? She felt lost and started to choke out a cry. Just then the glass door opened and the sound of his heavy boots bounced all over their empty walls and floors. That really got her to start crying. She didn’t want him to know so she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve then immediately put her hand back down on the island countertop. She tried to stare straight ahead. She didn’t want to see his eyes. But she caught him in her periphery and knew he knew she must’ve been crying. She lost that battle but hoped he’d have a little mercy knowing she’d been crying.

“Now let me get this straight” and he pulled up a stool and sat on it like a cowboy. Her knees started to feel very weak.

“I told you not to move and I come back to watch you putting your hand back on the island. You must have no respect left for me anymore Marian.” She started to shake her brunette covered curls. She continued to shaker her head slowly in a determined manor.

“NO!….you shake your head No! My God girl you’ve truly lost yourself.” He sounded surprised at her stubbornness.

“I didn’t mean that” her voice sounded weak and scared.

“Enough Marian. Now get on your tip toes and arch your back.” His words had been whispered and sounded menacing. She shivered all over before slowly being obedient.

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god raced through her mind while her heart flew through her chest and kept pounding. She tried to grip onto the marble, but it was flat. He got up very slowly and came around her other side and whispered.

“Up on those toes now. I’d hate to have to ask the new owners to wait outside while I finished with you.” The thought of being embarrassed sent her up on the balls of her feet in a second. “Now I want you to point your ass which I now own, up to the ceiling. And keep it there until I say so.” Oh shit oh shit oh shit. She let her forearms support her upper body and bit her lower lip.

“You’d better unbite that lip Missy. There’s going to be some force coming your way.”
He walked back behind her loving this moment. He let her stay right there while he set down the switches in front of her eyes obviously taunting her. She closed her eyes pretending she wasn’t there. He placed his hand on top of the small of her back and pushed down giving resistance to her tip toes. She shot back up with his release. Good he thought. He kept his left hand there and sized up that perfect little target. And with great joy and hope of better days he began in earnest.
SLAP! The noise had no where to go except into her brain as it to bounced off every appliance and wall. This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not her last minutes in this house they had shared for the past sixteen years. She felt like lightening struck on her right cheek and she shrieked a bit and jumped forward.

“Back up toward me!” and he cracked her again on her left.

“I said Back” SMACK! “Up” WHACK! Then he was taking his time, sparing his palm for the long term goal. He never felt better about something he thought he’d never feel good about. He’d delivered at least ten on each side and thank god he played tennis. He found a formidable pattern of swats to break her resistance. He was a natural. At first Marian began to cry from the pain in her heart, than her backside. Her legs bounced up and down like she wanted to jump. Then she’d stop herself to receive another. Her fingers were spread wide as were her eyes and she was staring at the ceiling thinking the pot hanger would fall down on top his head and save her from further assault on her pulsating ass.

“It’s time to take your jeans and underwear off Marian. Turn around and face me while you do it.” She was so furious at this humiliating request. How dare he expect her to even look his way? She whipped around, her eyes full of tears and she wiped them again with her sleeve, her nose too. She glared at him for only a second because is eyes had a new look of determination. Her eyes dilated in response to new power he now possessed. He was totally turning her on. She then looked at the floor and began to unbutton her jeans, then unzip them too slowly. She was now realizing that he’d see how wet she’d gotten. She didn’t want to reveal that to him, not now when she felt so emotionally distant from him. He watched totally turned on. She shimmied from side to side to pull down her jeans and not her underwear. It took some work as she had a beautiful ass and wore jeans that were snug. It hurt like hell when she pulled her waist band over the fatty part of her cheeks. And she tried to quiet her continuing crying as she did this. He deserved no satisfaction to see her wince. Her anger still shone.

He left his position to get the switches. She followed him with her body turning on her heels. She was afraid for what she thought he’d do next. She stifled a gasp when she saw his reach. She had actually forgotten they were there while willing the pot hanger off the ceiling. She gulped before following his body back to his former position. “Step out of those jeans” his voice was gravelly and hard like concrete. She was terrified and in her fantasy heaven. Her brain was on slow these daze, but especially at this moment. John had mesmerized her with his power. “Now! And that insipid staring is going to cost you more punishment!” His voice boomed throughout the empty house. She refused to stand in their kitchen naked from the waste down. Marian was not a naked’s-ok kinda gal. So she very slowly reached down to her bent leg and pulled off one cowboy boot. She wanted to throw it at his head but she knew it shouldn’t get uglier than where it was going. She let it drop. It echoed and she startled but hurried to get off the other boot. God she felt more vulnerable with him now than she ever had. It was scaring her and making the inside of her thighs slippery.

She just kept staring and once again became very aware of her throbbing red ass.
“Now I’m going to talk Missy and you will end up singing, I guarantee it. Now back around and back up on those toes.” And he moved his index finger in the downward position in a circular motion while the stripped branches followed from below. She reluctantly turned around not wanting anything to do with a switch. Let alone a handful of them. The last time she’d ever felt that sting was when she was a small child and she remembered it wasn’t fun. She braced herself for what was to come: the switches and conversation.

“So Dear” SWOOSH CRACK!! Streaks of lava had kissed her bottom.

“Aaaaooowwww you Bastard!” Marian couldn’t help herself. This hurt beyond anything she had every experienced.

“Oh Marian…..” He sounded truly disappointed for her. Again the branches sliced through the air and landed exactly where they hadn’t been on her sit spot.

“Arghhhhhh John I’m sorry!!!” She was choking on her dry throat now and the sound was awful. She stood up and twirled around quick in her stocking feet on marble floor. He reached for the back of her neck and turned her around and pushed her firmly back to the island.

“Move again and it’s five more after the doorbell rings” She thought she’d wet her pants the thought of that was too much. She couldn’t keep herself quiet.

“OK OK Just help me through this. I can’t get through this.” They both knew she referred to the physical as well as the emotional.

“Help you, fine. Let’s talk.” And he switched her half heartedly on one side then quickly they came again on her other. She danced hopping from leg to leg then pumping them up and down. No where to go… and she began to cry a gut wrenching bottom of the well cry. Her ass was on fire and it was the most life she had allowed herself to experience in six weeks. She started to emerge.

“Marian, tell me what you’re most afraid of.” She was too embarrassed to even admit it to herself. He would literally have to beat it out of her because ….SMACK his hand became welcome in comparison to the switches. But he had jarred so hard she skidded with her stocking feet hip to island. WHACK!!!

“OW Damn you John” WHACK!!!...... CRACK!!!!......

“Start talking or I pick up the switches and won’t stop ‘til I’m tired.”

“Alright, please don’t the sting is killing me.” She was going to half to say it, for both their sakes. This whole thing was too crazy for the moment. They should be walking room to room reminiscing.

“I’ll never fit in again, anywhere!! OK are you happy! I’m old now and everybody there has there life and I’m just a side show now. No kids, no way to meet people. We’ll be cooped up for months in the mountains.” She covered her mouth now and cried through her fingers. She didn’t want the words to be said to begin with and to hear them choked out between tears while her butt was flaming hot was too much for her to maintain her usual composure. Her words hit him in the gut. While he was doing leprechaun side kicks in the air for the opportunity to be with her all the time and out of the fucking rat race, she had been suffering. Truly suffering and he hadn’t caught it, not the depth of it. Someone should kick him in the ass.

“Oh baby” and he had put his hands on her heaving shoulders and leaned into her ear. In a voice that penetrated rational and irrational thoughts she heard, “You have no idea how, for the first time, ever, I want to fit in with you. I want to be with you. We’ve been apart most everyday since we started this marriage and I miss you.” Her cheek had been resting on the island. She felt exhaustion and relief saying those words. He brushed away her hair to find her imploring eyes. She moved her moist hand from her saliva filled lips….

”Really?” She looked as if there could be only that one truth. All others would crumble her heart.
“Marian, I’ve never been happier and I’m sorry that I didn’t make it glaringly obvious. It’s all about you babe!” She pushed herself up slowly and she wrapped her arms around his chest. He kissed the top of her head while pulling her even closer than she thought she could be. They stood there a long time holding each other. This moment would forever fortify their already strong marriage. He began to rock her side to side and to sing their favorite song from the movie Casablanca, “you must remember this … a kiss is but a kiss…” He sung the song through twice while they danced slowly in their kitchen.

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I always love a happy ending, especially went the end is red too. This wonderful story came from my friend Kaylynn! She has done more for Fantasy Friday than I could have ever dreamed of. She has written many stories for us and I got a sneak preview of her next one and I loved it too. Kaylyn THANK YOU!! Fantasy Friday would be hurting white out you skills and your willingness to share your stories. I hope you'll leave her a comment telling her what you think of this one.

Everyone is welcomed here if you have a story you are willing to share with all of us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

For more of Kaylynn's stories check here, here, here and here.

Men are you listening?

This is another post I did over a year ago. A commenter had mentioned that she had tried to talk to her husband about spanking but he didn't seem to realize she was serious and nothing was happening.

I hated that for her - and for him too, so I wrote this. Kinda another letter to the guys. But that was often were my mind was. I was ready to do public service announcement for spanking in general. I know that some of the people that I am really talking to our here aren't likely to comment. It's scary, I remember. But if this helps someone come out it's worth the re-post. But if you would like to talk please leave a comment or feel free to email elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Guys – snap out of it! What do you want? Do you want a happy, close relationship with your wife? Do you want a woman with an entirely new attitude on sex? Do you want a woman who feels such love for you for allowing her to open up to you about something that means so much to her? You can have it!! It’s right there; she is begging you to understand!! Can’t you hear her screaming? Of course not, she is doing her begging and screaming in her head. She had tried to tell you and you blow her off, laugh a little, shake your head at her ridiculous request. After that happens we learn to shut up. But the longing doesn’t go away. It just keeps getting deeper and deeper along with all the rest of her feelings and emotions.




And then you have the gall to wonder why she lacks interest in sex? Well let’s see how you would feel if your wife says “Sure I will have sex with you but let’s don’t involve your penis. I won’t touch it and don’t let it touch me, but sure let’s have sex.” I know this is ridiculous but for some of us women the desire to be spanked is a central and overwhelming part of our sexuality. And you are asking her to engage in sex but denying her the one thing that she knows will turn her on.

I was so lucky and trust me I do know it! I didn’t have the courage to come out to my husband for 23 years. I robbed us both of those years when we could have been so close. But once I got up my courage he did listen! No he did not fully understand, probably still doesn’t but his willingness to hear what I was saying and try my ideas allowed me to change from a sexual frigid repressed woman to a warm sexual being happy and anxious to experiment sexually anyway either of us can think of.

I know that husbands that don’t want to hear this are also not reading here. I know I am preaching to the choir but please, please girls give it one more chance! They have to be willing to try! If they give it a fair chance and they just don’t like it well, I guess we can’t ask more. But fellows if the love of your life hands you this to read and you won’t even talk about it, if you are not even willing to try, well then maybe you don’t deserve this wonderfully brave women!

Gratitude Tuesday

Friends – My friends mean so much to me.
I can’t really express how much.


Food – I love it and I love eating and
I’ll finish this in the diet up date below.

Feelings – Well let’s say good feelings.
I still hate feeling the bad ones,
almost to the point wanting my walls back.

Fantasy – I have had fantasies since before they were sexual fantasies for me.
I started at 5 or 6.
They have always been a part of my life
and have all ways felt safe in them.

Fridays – I love finishing up the week
and having the weekend for myself, Nick and Mollie.

Fantasy Friday – I do love it. I love reading it
and I love getting to know the people that write it for us.


Fingers – For feeling, touching, scratching,
flipping someone off, typing!! Gotta have our fingers.

Fun – The news in the world is serious these days.
We can’t forget fun and if you work on it
you can have a barrel of fun without spending a dime.

Fools – If there weren't some fools in the world
I wouldn’t ever have those rare moments of feeling intelligent!

Fall – I know every one had spring on the brain right now
but we can forget the amazing beauty of fall with the
leaves, and that deep blue sky
and the first nip in the air. Now that special!

Okay on to the diet update. I’ve got good news and maybe some not so good. I lost 1.6 pounds this week but I cheated. I went to the doctor for some diet pills. They really do kill your appetite but they can cause your blood pressure to rise. Mine went up pretty high so I am playing with the dose to see if it will still work and not mess with my BP.

I’m not sure this is the best way to go but I’ve been working to lose weight for almost 3 year. First year I lose 20 pounds, second year I lost 20 pounds. Then this last year – nada! I played with the same 4 or 5 pounds all year long! I understand a lengthy plateau but good grief – a year!!?? I just need something to jump start the weight loss again.

I work at the gym, elliptical machine for 15 minutes to get my heart rate up. I work out on different weight machines for about 20 minutes, not the same ones every day. Then I walk the track for about 15 minutes. And that is 4 days every week and often 5 days. I gave up my beloved soft drinks except on rare occasions and I eat very light. I didn’t know what else to try! I still feel like I’m cheating. But I want to try for a month I feel like if I can just get a few more pounds off I can maintain there.

If you have any other suggestions I will be glad to hear them.

Happy weekend

I hope the weather where you are was as good as mine today! It was perfect Saturday! High 70's and just beautiful. Nick said this morning "I just bet you could find people on the golf course today."

My response was "Why, you think their internet's down?"

But today's weather even got an addict like me away from the computer. LJ is on spring break this week and he and Collin came for a nice visit this afternoon and we took them out for supper tonight. He got a big kick out of one of his birthday presents. I had saved the spring/summer, the fall/winter and the Christmas catalogs from the year he was born - 1988. I think age 21 was a good time to give them to him. Here were the prices, fashions, hair styles, gadgets, and toys from back then. The wedding fashions were the ones that got the most tickled. I suggest this for any one having a baby. Stick the catalogs back somewhere. You'll be glad you did!

I did have an interesting email from LJ this past week. I am assuming it's not the typical request from a 21 year old son but it sure did make me smile. This is what he sent.

so i was trying to remember the lyrics to "hush little baby"

I looked them up and most of the ones online are the same, but not what you sang. they're alright up until "mama's gonna buy you a billy goat." Most of the ones I find go to "if that billy goat won't pull" but didn't you sing "if that billy goat runs away?"

anyway, if you remember it i'd love to know your version if you want to type it out for me. :D I love you. I'll be home tonight and i'll see you soon.

It's been a long time since I sang that to either of my children but I remembered. I sang it to them just the way my mom had sung it to me. So I sent him the lyrics, I thought it was sweet that he wanted to know.

I added this for Grace -

Hush little baby don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird.

And if that mocking bird won't sing,

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat runs away,

Mama's gonna buy you a horse and sleigh.

And if that horse and sleigh won't run,

Mama's gonna buy you a Gatlin' gun.

And if that Gatlin' gun won't shoot,

Mama's gonna buy you a horn - toot, toot.

Now the email I got from Nick was of a little different nature but it made me smile too. Here is what he sent me Friday.

I was not sure if we had enough for a load of laundry......until I started collecting your cast off socks, behind the bed and bunches next to your chair! I probably didn't find them all. I think you know where the dirty clothes go. If not, perhaps you need reminding the next time we are alone for a while.

I forget! I get hot sitting in the chair and I take off my socks. I always mean to take them back to the bedroom but I forget! Okay, so maybe Nick can help me remember. At least I'll appreciate him trying.

Fantasy Friday - Training Lisa

March has brought some interesting weather, last weekend some wild snow storms and this weekend we here in the south should be enjoying weather in the 70's! But before the you begin enjoying the great outdoors and the wonderful weather you can get yourself warmed up with this great story. Everyone please enjoy -

Training Lisa

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As Lisa impatiently tapped her pen on the polished wooden conference table in the quiet board room, the sound crackled in the room and all the men in the room knew what it meant. Lisa was the only woman in the room, but she was calling the shots. She was only 30 years old, but she was on the fast track, running a division for a Fortune 500 company. She had an Ivy League MBA and she was ambitious and eager to climb the corporate ladder.

With her long blond hair and her tailored suits, the tall woman was an imposing figure in the board room both physically and mentally. She had a great figure, but the men in the board room were too intimidated to pay much attention to that. She didn't use her sex to get ahead. She was usually the smartest person in the room and she didn't suffer fools gladly.

When she tapped her pen, it was a sign that she didn't like the presentation she had just heard. She told the man who had just finished the presentation that she hoped he'd do better next time. Roger knew he'd be called into her office after the meeting and it wouldn't be pleasant.

Lisa knew she had to be tough with her subordinates to prove she could handle the job just like a man. She knew they often used the b-word behind her back and even called her the Cobra. That didn't bother her. She wasn't looking for their approval. She was looking for results. She wanted to keep moving up the corporate ladder and shatter the glass ceiling and was willing to pay any price to do it.

But one price was getting increasing difficult to pay.

When she shut the door of her luxury condo each night after a long day at the office, she felt unfulfilled. She knew she liked to be in command in the board room, but that wasn't what she wanted in the bedroom. It had taken her a long time to accept the fact that she wanted to be submissive in the bedroom, that she wanted to submit to a strong man who was an HOH and live a DD lifestyle.

She first started having fantasies about being spanked and being submissive when she was a teen-ager. She first tried to bury her feelings and then she started using her trusty vibrator to get off while savoring these fantasies. But trying to live them out in real life was no easy feat. She did some casual dating in college and fucked a few guys, but she never found the kind of strong man who could take control of her. And once she started out in the corporate world, she had little time and the pool of men who were available was shrinking rapidly. She couldn't date any of her subordinates and she didn't have many peers.

Lisa tried to find men online and even met a couple and while they were willing to spank her, it was just a game to them to get sex. They weren't serious about it and left her more unfulfilled and eager to get back to her vibrator.

She was about ready to give up until one night she read a want ad that seemed to be too good to be true. It said that he was an executive looking for a woman who was a tiger in the corporate world, but a lamb in the bedroom, who was dominant outside the bedroom and submissive in it, who was looking for a HOH who would teach her the DD lifestyle. The woman he wanted would be ready to obey and submit to spankings when the HOH deemed them necessary.

She could feel herself tingle as she read the message. One of her hands instinctively started to reach inside her pants until she realized she needed both hands to type and she knew she was going to respond to this message. Her hands started to fly on the keyboard as she quickly provided a profile of herself that the man who posted the ad had required. She told him how successful she was in the board room, but was looking for the right man who knew how to tame her and spank her. And then she hesitated before she hit the send button. She wondered if this was all a fantasy for her or whether he was the right one and whether she was ready for it. But she decided she had to find out. She exhaled and hit the send button. And waited. And waited. There was no response. She was frustrated and she started to go through some work documents, but kept going back to her email. Finally, after a couple of hours, there was response. She quickly opened it up and it only said that her application had been received and an answer would be forthcoming in a day or two.

Application? That sounded kind of cold, but she figured she'd have to be patient. What she didn't know that the man who wrote the email was a CEO of his own company, just the kind of person Lisa was looking for. And Lisa was the type of person he was looking for. He had met a few women who liked to be spanked, but you can't spend all your time in the bedroom and he hadn't found an intellectual equal. Lisa looked like the kind of woman he was looking for. But he also knew the way to control a submissive was not to act too eager. To make her wait and let the anticipation build.

Lisa didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was excited about the possibilities and had she had trouble sleeping that night. Even her vibrator couldn't satisfy her. And she had a long day at work the next day. She was distracted and had to force herself to keep focused on her work. All she could think about was getting home and checking her home email account. But when she finally got home and raced to her computer to turn it on, she was disappointed. There was no reply. That meant another long night at home as she again had trouble keeping her mind off him and kept checking her email every 15 minutes. She tried watching TV but couldn't concentrate and went to bed. She was tired but again, she tossed and turned and didn't find much relief in her vibrator.

She had another long day at work as she fought to concentrate and she raced home and again turned on her computer. Again, there was only frustration. There was no response. So she spent another evening checking her email every 15 minutes even though she kept telling herself to stop doing it. Finally, about 10 p.m. came the response. She was thrilled with it. He said that they seemed to have enough in common to start a relationship. But first she would have to prove she was serious by following his rules. If she wanted to give it a try, she only had to send a four word reply - I will obey, Sir. Again, she quickly typed it out and then hesitated before she hit the send but button. She knew this was another step forward to what she wasn't sure, but she wanted to take that step. She felt another tingle when she took that step. He quickly replied that
she would get her first set of rules tomorrow night. Again, she was disappointed that he didn't tell her immediately, but she got explosive relief from her vibrator and she slept soundly. She knew she was about to get a taste of what she had wanted all those years.

She again had trouble concentrating at work and was eager to get home and find out what her first set of rules were to follow. But when she got home, she was again disappointed. He hadn't sent them. She didn't know that making her wait was a part of his gaining the control in the relationship. Finally, about 10 p.m., she got her first three rules. She wasn't allowed to touch herself or orgasm unless she text him and asked permission and if it was denied, she was to obey. He was now in charge of her pleasure. She also was only allowed to shave her legs. She couldn't shave under her arms and couldn't shave her bottom. He would now be in charge of shaving her bottom and her unshaved arms were his mark on her, a sign of her submission. And third, she had to put a piece of sandpaper on her computer chair and sit on it with a bare butt when she was on the computer. This was the first step in toughening her butt for the spankings to come.

She was thrilled that she now had rules to follow. She knew it would be difficult to have to ask permission to use her vibrator but figured that was the price she had to pay for what she wanted. And she could live with not shaving. She only trimmed her bottom to wear bikinis and if he didn't want her to shave under her arms, she figured it would be a constant reminder that he was in charge. In fact, each day before she got in the shower and saw the hair start to grow, it was a turn on for her knowing she was doing it for Him. And while the sandpaper on her butt was uncomfortable, it was another thing he was doing for Him.

Meanwhile, he continued to take it slow. He wanted her to be eager for him. He would usually allow her permission to orgasm, but kept her off balance by denying it at times. Those were long nights for her because she was so needy, but it was another thing she was doing for Him. He traded emails with her for about a week before he allowed her to talk to him on the phone for the first time. That was a thrill for her because he had such a commanding voice. And he rewarded her with a shattering orgasm at the end of each call, which made her more eager for the next one.

Finally, he was ready for the next step - their first meeting and her first spanking. But he said there would be guidelines. He said he would come to her condo and that she would be blindfolded the whole time. He said some women found the fantasy of spanking better than the real thing. After she had one and if she decided she wanted to continue, she would see him on their second visit which would include going out to dinner. He said she could make as many safe calls as she wanted during the session to assure her safety but those were the ground rules. She had gone too far to back out now. She quickly agreed. He told her she would wear a blouse and skirt but no panties or bra. When he knocked on the door and she recognized his voice, she would unlock the door and go to the dining room chair where she would have left out wine, cheese and crackers. She would then lift her skirt up and place her bare bottom on a piece of sandpaper, put on her blindfold and wait for him.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and went to her dining room where she waited. She recognized his voice and quickly fell into an animated conversation. He fed her wine and some cheese and crackers but all she could think of was what was to come - her first spanking. Again, he didn't rush things. After about an hour, he quietly asked her, "Are you ready.'' She quickly answered,” Yes, Sir.''

He got up and grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet and walked her to the sofa. He sat on downs and then pulled her over his knees. He flipped up her skirt and didn't have to worry about her panties because she obeyed and didn't wear them. Her butt was perfect for spanking, nice and round. But he again made her wait as he slowly rubbed her bottom while she almost started to pant because she was so excited about getting her first spanking. When he whacked her for the first time, it almost took her breath away. It felt so good and she had waited so long for it. And then as he started increasing the blows, she felt the pain, but she loved it. And he didn't hit her too hard because it was her first one. He wanted her to get used to the sensation. Finally, as her butt started to get pink, he stopped and she exhaled. He then rubbed her as she savored it.

He then got her up and walked her to the bedroom and laid her down on her back and told her to hold her hands together behind her head. It was time for her first shaving by a man. He put a towel under her and first used a scissors to clip most of her hair and then spread on the shaving cream and started slowly shaving her. She loved the sensation as he moved the razor up and down and she knew she was becoming very smooth and yummy. After he finished, he rubbed a warm towel over her and she felt completely smooth for the first time. After fingering her, he went down on her with his tongue. She kept lifting up her butt trying to get him to go deeper but he'd only retreat until she calmed down and then he'd do it again. He then told her there was going to be no sex tonight. He was just giving her a taste this first time. If she wanted to continue, she'd have to tell him she wanted there to be a next time. She exclaimed, "Yes, yes, please,'' but he said this wasn't to be decided in a moment of passion. She was to stay on the bed for 15 minutes until after he left. And then she had to wait for another hour before she messaged him. If she wanted a next time, she would message him once again, "I will obey, Sir.''

He then left her panting on the bed and told her that she was not allowed her to bring herself to orgasm after she gave him her answer. He then quietly left and locked the door behind him. She heard the click but still didn't know what he looked like. After about 15 minutes, she took off the blindfold and took a cold shower to calm down. And then she had to wait for an hour to send her
answer.

She didn't have to wait that long to decide on her answer. She knew what it was going to be. She knew her fingers would be typing, "I will obey, Sir.''

The end

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This story did keep me tingling. And very impressive for someone who has never written a spanking story before. I am happy to tell you that this is from a male reader - we would love to hear more from the male perspective. The author is Florida Dom. He doesn't have a blog but he does read around and does a little commenting. He should do more! I hope we can convince him to continue this story. If you have any questions or suggestions for him he says I can give you his email address. swdftbscribe@aol.com.


I have fear for Fantasy Fridays. I have one more story at this time. I always worry that I am going to run out of stories but it always seems that someone comes through for me. I really thank each and everyone of you that has contributed to Fantasy Friday. I know some of you out there want to write and worry that you can't - give it a try. You might just surprise yourself. If you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


Florida Dom - thanks for your story!! Readers please take the time to let him know you stopped by to read and to talk him into another story!

Paul, David and a new friend

I want to take a minute to update everyone on two of our favorite men. I have been keeping up with both Paul and David and I want to let you know how they are doing.

Paul has been under the weather for a while but he is now recovering from pneumonia. Problems with cataracts have kept Paul from reading and commenting comfortably lately. But his first cataracts surgery is tentatively scheduled in about four weeks. Then the estimate is four to six weeks after that and he will be able to read and comment as much as he likes.

David has had a pretty rough time. After being plagued with headaches for several months he did have a stroke. Since that time the hospital has been working to control his blood pressure, his diabetes and his kidney problems. He was able to leave the ICU several days ago and on Tuesday he was transferred to the rehab side of the hospital. Wednesday he began working with a physical therapist to continue his recovery. It’s been tough and it going to continue to be tough for a while longer for both Mthc and David. But the therapist is very hopeful that they will soon see some real progress.

Okay so they might not be ready to handle the nurse in the picture. but I sure will be happy when they are both well enough to be back here with us.

There is one more friend I what to tell you about. Many of you know YaYa’s Delight from her comments and she has also written for Fantasy Friday. Recently her husband has undergone surgery for colon cancer. Surgery is behind them now but there will probably be chemo in the future they will get more information on this later in the month. Yaya has her hands full worrying about her hubby, as well as tending to three little ones under 8. And I am sure Hubby is worrying about the kids and Yaya in addition to his health concerns. They can use all the prayers they can get right now.

Do you want to be spanked?

Do you remember what kind of blog this is? When it started out it was a spanko-sex blog. I like talking about spanking as well as many other things. I plan to keep on with a variety of topics but I know that there is always a chance of new readers out here that want to read about spanking. I know that some of you are reading out here to try to understand why you want to be spanked. You may also be looking to find out if your desire is normal (it really is). You might be wondering how to bring up this topic to the one you love. What will you say? Will he understand? How can you make him understand how important this is to you with our him just thinking you have gone off the deep end? As for me – been there, done that, wrote a post about it!!

I’ve been looking back and finding some the posts I did on these topics in the past – yes this is a re post. Actually this was posted one year ago today. I have found several posts that I am going to re post, probably on Wednesdays. So if you have started reading in the past year you might not have seen some of these. I hope you find them interesting.

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I am fortunate to have many friends that email me. Many of these friends don’t have blogs and are in various stages of introducing spanking into their relationship, some successfully and others not so much. I know from experience that often vanillas just don’t understand and boy do I know that it is hard to explain it to someone you love. It took me over 23 years to even get up the nerve to try. It’s been almost 2 wonderful years now but I still struggle to get him to understand at time.

So I am writing a letter to your men if they haven’t gotten it yet. Now I know we don’t live in a one size fits all world but from all I’ve felt and all I’ve read this will ring true for many of us.

Dear guys,

After years of knowing that she has this need, your wife/girlfriend/lover finally told you she wants to be spanked. I am guessing that at best you were surprised especially if you have been together 20 years or more. You may think it’s a passing whim. You may think it is just a random fantasy that has run through her mind; something best left as a fantasy not something she would like in real life. Plus you love this woman and you have no desire to hurt her.

Then listen to me (because your wife/girlfriend may be too shy or embarrassed to say it again)!! This is NOT something that just came up! She has probably had this need since childhood. Please trust your lover, if she says she wants to be spanked – SHE DOES!!!!!

Yes, she understands that this sounds strange to you. No, she does not understand why she is this way. Please stop trying to figure out why and just DO IT!!!! If you do I can almost promise you that your sex life will reach heights that you never imagined! Ours did!! I went from being fairly cold toward sex to someone will to try anything my husband or I can dream up!!!

It’s okay to start slow. I know you are not sure what she wants. You may even be embarrassed (but not as embarrassed as she was to ask). Start with your hand, a small paddle ball paddle or maybe a paint stirrer. From my experience and those of many of my friends, she will much more likely be wanting ‘longer’ and ‘harder’ spanking rather than asking you to be more gentle. Remember anyone from vanilla to hard core can always enjoy a romantic, erotic spanking. This may be all she wants.

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But if your wife/lover tells you she wants discipline that’s different. Discipline – that is a trickier subject. You will need to do more talking if this is something she wants. If the need for discipline in her life is ‘her thing’ it’s always going to be there whether you indulge it or not. If you are willing to try this, again – go slow. Pick a few things to work on together. I got my husband hooked by asking him to help me make the changes and choices to become healthier and lose weight.

It was rocky at first. I would mess up and he didn’t want to spank. He wanted to let it go or make excuses for me. I hated that and it hurt my feelings. I didn’t feel cared for or protected and I guess that is what we are looking for.

Although I know he did not mean to send this message this is the one I heard –

“Sure I care but not that much. You are a big girl. If you know you need to do something and you chose not to that is your business. But you are on your own because I find all this confusing and you are just not worth the effort.”

Fellows, I like I said, I know this is not the message you are trying to send to the woman you love. But to the spanko mind this is what comes through. When my husband did start getting it and a couple of times spanked me hard with the hairbrush for over indulging and slacking off on my exercise, I got a whole other message.

“You are my wife. I love you, I love you way too much to allow you to disregard our agreement on the best way for you to improve your health and put yourself in jeopardy. I care enough about you to put some boundaries and guidelines around you to keep you safe. And yes I will wear you out if necessary to show you just how serious I am about my love for you.”

Nothing in my life has made me feel more loved, cherished, cared for or happy than for him to show his love for me in this way.

Alright fellows – I’m talking to you! If your wife or girlfriend handed you this or directed you here she agrees with me. Listen please!! She is serious! This is a very important part of her life. She loves you so much or she would never have shared her secret with you. If you love her enough to give it a try she will test you some to see if you will be consistent and take this seriously. It’s all part of the learning together. But it is worth it, I promise you – it’s worth it.

Email if you have questions, I may not have any answers for you but I would still like to hear what you are wondering about. elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Gradituesday

Happy E Day everyone. Here is my list…

Email – oh the joy of keeping up with friends, making new one, giving and getting support, sympathy, understanding, teasing, tormenting, information, love…

Electricity – now this is important. It runs everything – lights, heat, AC, fans, TVs, stove, refrigerator, microwave, it charges cell phones, ipods, computers, and of course it runs Hitachi magic wands…

Elbow – now I couldn’t type with out them.

Elections – I especially liked this last one. I am proud to live in a country that manages to have elections and peaceful transfers of power for over 200 years.

Exercise – I don’t love it but it helps.

Eating – Love it! So much better than exercising but they do need to go hand in hand.

Excuses – I like that I can make them to Nick when I don’t do something he wants. I like it even better when he ignore the excuses.

Elizabeth – we have tons of them in the family.

Ears – These are very important. Being hard of hearing sucks, I have always had at least one person in my close family that has trouble hearing – and Nick and I even have a few problems. So good ears are a blessing. And I am glad that the Wildchild’s ear is healing.




Diet Update:

Not much to tell this time. I gained .6 pounds, probably – you know what my scales are like. Several have mentioned that I might need a new battery. But Nick and Mollie don’t see the fluctuations that I do.

Nick has made a few comments but he hasn’t done anything so far. Don’t know if he will or not. Don’t even know what I want him to do I just want to get off this plateau I have been on forever.


Update: Mollie spent the night with a friend and when I got out of the shower Nick joined me in the bathroom with the paddle - thankfully not the hair brush. It wasn't the hardest spanking I have ever gotten but it was stinging enough to get my attention about what I am eating this week. I didn't do so well on my snow day - snow days always make me want to eat! I am trying something different on the diet front this week I'll let you know how it's working next Tuesday.

Oh and if you are interested Cassie has a new post.

Snow day and Friends Awards

Snow day!!! Yep the south finally got some snow and I got a day off work! Mollie got a day off too so there won’t be any wild goings on but still. We got about 4 inches. It’s hard to tell because the wind was really blowing. I am content to be snug in the house but I have heard my great nephew 5, and my great niece 2 are absolutely thrilled at the very first true snow in there memory.


Tracy over at AngelBrat’s Blog was kind enough to name me in her Friends Award post. Tracy this was really very nice of you and I enjoyed picking my 8 Friends blogs too. Here is the award

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.”

The Rules to accepting this award: “Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Eva - Nothing Random

CeeCi – Giardino del Piacere

Grace – A Day in the Life

AG – The Secret Life of Andrades Girl

Ronnie – Heart and Soul

Mina – Wilhelmina’s Dream

Sar – Pieces

Michelle – Michelle Carlyle

I know some of these blogs are private but I can promise you that all these folks are the nicest you will ever read. They are supportive, funny, smart and I am lucky to have found them.

QUESTIONS THAT HAUNT ME

How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?

What disease did cured ham actually have?

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?

Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.

Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?

Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?