Fantasy Friday - Resisting the Dive

We’re home now and I am already missing Eva and Adam. The trip was great. I always feel so at home at Eva’s. Add to that the grandbaby to play with, the best food in the world and the chance to meet and visit with Kaylynn on this trip! There will be a little more about that meeting in another post but today let’s get on to Fantasy Friday!

This Fantasy Friday is another one from Kaylynn! And of course it’s another great one. This woman’s writing skills continue to amaze me and this story is no different.

Please enjoy…

Resisting the Dive

As her toes gripped the edge of the diving board, she used her imagination to visually bind and toss her family members off the high dive. They landed in various places, contingent on how pissed off they had made her. Their bullshit had no room in her brain as she focused on her intended movements mid air. She saw her brother taking another hit on his two foot bong – splat – throw him on the pool deck. She saw her dad glancing at her desperate text messages and replacing the cell in his pocket with no response – ashes in a bonfire. She saw her mom driving away from their dinnerless house to yet another AA meeting – liquefying mom she allowed her lame ass to trickle into the shower drain. Coach T’s dying….. She pictured hugging away his cancer. She swallowed hard. This was it, their last practice together came down to their simple favorite, a reverse layout.

She moved each foot individually, meticulously readjusting. It looked like she was crushing a cigarette butt on the edge of the board. The balls of her feet barely touching the fiberglass rough edge where her toes supported her 120 pounds of pure muscle. Her hair in a jet black pony tail looked like a severe line down her back. Her blue eyes shot through the concrete wall across the street as she stood in perfect stillness. Then with knees slightly bent… one… two …. three. She jumped high. Her waist bent with her feet pointed toward the ceiling. Jackknifing her body, her finger tips grazed the tips of her toes. She then laid back poker straight with plenty of time until her finger tips found the water. Barely making a splash her dive was enough to make a grown man cry.

Coach T was sitting on the bleachers, something he never did before his diagnosis. He did in fact shed a tear. Pancreatic cancer was going to bring an end to a career that would have otherwise ended with a possible Olympic contender. Rachael Villarubia was his pride and joy. He and his wife Cindy had never had children of their own. And now Cindy at 35 and Thomas age 47 were going to be parted by death after 17 years of a great marriage. Rachael knew he was headed to the hospital immediately afterward and wanted to make him smile.

“How’s that?” She beamed? She tried not to let her emotions find their way to the edges of her lips as she wiped away the slick water.

“You make me a prideful man Rach!”

“That’s my job!” She felt every bit the confident young woman he had helped her become.

Later that week she sat with him; she tried her best to be strong. It was beyond her how he plummeted so quickly. She felt she was living in a fog. She practiced at the pool going through the motions. One of the things Coach T insisted on was choosing for her the best replacement possible. He refused to let her fail her goals because of him. He was very weird and private about his decision which made Rachael have to trust. She hated the vulnerability associated with that issue. After her parent’s divorce and her mom’s trip to the ER she learned not to trust. It was easier that way. Depending on yourself came natural to her. But Coach T had been different. He was so dependable, so forgiving, so encouraging.

Sitting with him in the hospice part of the hospital she felt like she was under water. Her sense of hearing was shot and she could barely see in front of her. He kept trying to tell her everything would be OK. She kept looking through him like she was about to dive. Mentally she was feeling like she was diving into an empty pool. They had said their official goodbyes and she was numb to the core. Cindy handed her a tissue but she couldn’t even cry.

“Rach your new coach will meet you at the… at my funeral.” Rachael shook her head like he was speaking an entirely different language. She was furious that he was making this more real, more painful than it possibly could be.

“I want your word that you’ll respect him like you have me.” This couldn’t possibly be so fucking wrong. She wanted to spontaneously combust right there beside the hospital bed. She looked around and saw the nurse’s call button for emergencies and thought about requesting a straight jacket, a 250 pound escort and a room in the psyche ward with a bottle of Jack waiting for her. Her 22 year old mind wasn’t equipped to take this next connecting flight. She barely remembered kissing his cheek and turning slowly where she sat outside the door on the floor. Her head in her hands she watched the spots in the floor dance in front of her eyes.

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The funeral itself was a wonderful tribute to Thomas Leonard McGuire’s 47 years of life. He was honored in a simple and touching mass that packed the echoing stone walls unlike any other parishioner before him. The country club seemed an unlikely and maybe to some irreverent choice to celebrate his life. But Cindy McGuire insisted his life represent just that, even after its unnatural end. And so there was an American version of a wake.

Rachael found herself in unfamiliar territory. For the past five days she refused to go back to the pool. Instead she ran miles and miles trying to clear her head and heart. It just didn’t feel right without Coach T. She could barely stand to face the facts, which stood before her with their wicked truths. For the first time in years she was seeing through the eyes of a sensitive young woman. She much preferred the familiar and comfortable view offered by an angry hyper focused post teen. But she entered the church and then country club feeling raw. She wanted to shake off the pain but couldn’t. Complicating matters she felt the eyes upon her. Outside of Thomas’ painfully early departure from earth and leaving Cindy the love of his life a widow, everyone talked quietly of Rachel’s tragedy. In typical fashion no one wanted to broach the obvious, at least not with her.

The mass had started at 2pm and the wake was well underway by 4 pm. Rachael had easily downed two long island ice teas and was feeling no pain given she had eaten practically nothing in days. Taking her third one with her she walked outside; she was tired of polite hellos and condolences. The unusually hot spring day allowed the outdoor patios to be in use giving way to the healing sunshine everyone needed. She didn’t know how she would have survived if it had been a cloudy or rainy day. Finding a private corner at the side of the patio, she welcomed the inability to not to hold back a huge stretch. She was alone and stretched long and hard like a waking cat with no worries. She like, Cindy, appreciated their kind words but needed some solitude to physically release the unbearable tension. This week had been a veritable hell. She felt herself walking through the days knowing a new definition of the word ‘tired’.

She tried not to guess who was to be her future coach. But she couldn’t help herself. There were several obvious choices. There was John Haughton who had been in semi retirement since last year. There was Rob Broadmore who in her opinion spread himself too thin. There were coaches she only knew of. She needed solid ground. She wanted to know but didn’t. She dreaded getting back to the pool but understood it was all the she lived for. Barely audible she groaned in frustration as she released down her from her last stretch. And with a child of an alcoholic’s reflex, she went to reach for her third long island iced tea that she had brought with her to keep her company. She closed her eyes relishing the taste of the insidious alcohol when she felt his eyes on her. Counter intuitively she kept her eyes closed as if he would go away given her deserved moment alone with her drink. God she was starting to feel like her mother!

She heard only the last step descend upon her as the leather sole ground into the slate patio. She opened her eyes only to see a hand about the size of her face pull her tea glass firmly from her slippery fingers. As she spun around to see who had the balls to be such a dick she heard the glass bottom hit the stone wall a bit too forcefully, just escaping breaking. She winced from seeing him as much as from the assumed breaking of the glass. While it never broke – what little composure she had left did.

Only a coach would be so presumptuous to treat someone like they owned them. Only a coach at his limits would sneak up and pull alcohol from her mouth unprovoked. Only a coach would stare you down like an assistant principal from military middle school. Except he wasn’t a coach – he was -in her mind, and by all acceptable standards - a dick.

Mark Rocca had been was coached by Coach T’s good friend who lived in London. Rachael had learned to detest his name by the age of 15. It was only brought up under the guise of Rachael’s need to correct her attitude. What she gleaned was that Mark was the ideal, the consummate, the fuckin’ perfect golden boy. Rachael let Coach put the idea in her head to strive for Mark’s sense of self control and maturity. He was always a step ahead of her, like an annoying older brother. Furthermore, how could she compete with centuries of overly proper English civility?

Now at age 29 he lived with the frustration of knowing he would and should have taken the gold had it not been for the drunk driver that had ruined his life. Two crushed discs at the L5 and S1 level ended his dreams. Great, just fucking great, now he could come back via Rachael to fulfill his angry uncompleted life. She promised herself she would visualize catapulting him off the spring dive and through the cinder blocks before she did her reverse 2 ½ somersault pike.

Spinning around refusing to look him again in the eyes, she began to walk away. And it wasn’t just some slinking out of the scenery exit. She took giant angry strides directly into the area of the patio where she had no clue was closed in with an iron gate. They gated it in hopes of keeping the drunkest of patrons from wandering from the patio into the governor’s drive, obstructing the flow of Jaguar traffic.

Watching her walk from where she had trapped herself back to the patio he studied her carefully. Not a word had been spoken between them. And yet he knew all he needed to know after watching her throughout the day. The one thing he hadn’t realized was her intense anger and impulsivity. She stomped away under the wisteria. It blossomed off ancient branches over the wide trellis. Mark saw dedication and commitment for the purpose of beauty. He was aware of his reluctance to take in the intent – the relaxation part of beauty. His hand went to his shirt collar and he swiped it down with his index finger hoping to relieve the sudden awareness of the pressure that choked his neck. The problem was that the source of the pressure couldn’t be relieved from the outside in.

She was in the parking lot fighting through the gleam off the car surfaces trying to remember where she had parked hers. He watched her but followed quietly. Even though she had had too much to drink she moved with jerky motions as if she’d taken amphetamines, not alcohol. Mark marveled at her energy level. It was presently directed toward escape. He sprinted across the lot at the sound of her car engine. She let the heat billow out of her lowered windows and sunroof. The air conditioning was blasting almost as loudly as the rock music. He gained advantage by her not hearing his approach. He reached in from the passenger’s side removed the keys from the ignition. The sound of silence was deafening to Rachael and she sat there trapped.

“Are your feelings of ……… I’ll say “surprise” overriding your obligation to say a proper goodbye to Cindy and Coach T’s family?” His English accent sent shivers down her spine. Foreign accents had always made her hot. But it was that and is intense green eyes that sent her over the visual edge. But she quickly looked away from him and sat still as if her presence would only be detected by movement. She stared ahead into the white washed stucco wall. Mark was underwhelmed with her 22 year old maturity. He knew she’d been through so much, but felt she should be accountable for so much more. She had honestly planned to compose herself and not drive. But she knew he would never believe her – not with his issues. Then she was pissed at herself for realizing she wanted to assure him she wasn’t behaving rudely and didn’t plan on driving drunk. He didn’t own her…. Not exactly.

“Think Rachael!!” his voice was firm and angry and too quiet. “Why would Coach T wait until now for you to know I’m your coach? You obviously have some control issues. Coach obviously thought your anger over his choice to make me your coach was going to cost him energy he didn’t have to give. Otherwise he would have told you before he died!” With teeth gritted he walked around to the driver’s side of the car.

Rachael blinked tears back that flooded and flowed through her eyes. She honestly didn’t have a clue as to why he’d not told her while he lived. She thought he hadn’t yet worked things out and didn’t want her to know that. Realizing that Coach T considered her unable to deal with and respect his choice, she attempted a futile grip in response to her remorse on the steering wheel. She was headed for a destination all right, but it was not a place she’d ever been before.

He crouched down to the driver’s side and rested both forearms on the window’s edge while he leaned into the car putting his lips close to her ear. His voice was very quiet. Had Rachael not been so hypervigilant she would have not been able to make out his almost inhuman growl that formulated words.

“Get your little ass out of the car…..Now. Say your goodbyes. Then you and I have some control issues to deal with.” Standing up he opened her door. Offering her his hand like some Victorian fop offering his arm for entrance onto the ballroom floor, Rachael peeled her eyes from the windshield. She stared at Mark like a girl who had strapped on some brass balls! Her looks didn’t quite match with her slowing tears falling off her chin and cheeks. Perhaps that is why Mark miraculously maintained his gentlemanly behavior despite her inability to reign herself in with her “I’ll kill-you-where-you-stand” looks. Foolishly she stayed in the front seat seated and glaring at him.

Mark was the oldest. He had three younger sisters with whom he remained quite close. He knew how to be gentle and directive. Sighing heavily he carefully gripped her left arm with his right hand and with his left he placed it under her same elbow. Lifting her out carefully, Rachael was smart enough to exit her car. Standing she used the excuse of smoothing out her dress in order to get Mark to release her arm. Breathing in she attempted deep calming breathes but managed only short crisp ones as she squared her shoulders and started her walk back to the wake. Once inside Mark deceptively placed his hand on her shoulder with a look of kindness. He had dug deep within himself to convince and assure the family that his physical closeness came from a place of comfort and kindness. But the unconscious and occasional squeezing of his fingertips kept Rachael exceedingly aware of her recalcitrant heart.

He had to hand it to her. She could easily run for political office or join a community theatre because she was on her best behavior. Apparently she did have some ability to act her age. Rachael would come to understand that he was in charge of getting her to the Olympics. There would be no acting if she expected to learn under his instruction. He knew tonight would be the beginning of some very long lifetime lessons. He wondered if she had a clue how such behavior would be handled in England. He highly doubted it.

“I need to use the restroom” she announced, giving him scant acknowledgement. She didn’t wait for any reaction. She veered away from the exit and hurrying up the stairs she managed to lose his hand from her shoulder shrugging it off at last. She hated him with every fiber in her being. Her teeth were clenched and she swung the door open to the restroom with such force, she surprised herself. She cared for herself then rested upon the couch with the intent of napping. She was even more tired if that was humanly possible. Her eyes closed as she settled into a goose down pillow with the softest scarlet silk.

At least she knew better than to ignore him completely Mark thought, sensing a win. She was at least explaining where she was headed. If she had true insight she’d escape out the window he outwardly chuckled. Out in the shining marble foyer the mood was somber compared to the room with the bar, where most were gathered. A shocked small boy hearing Mark dare to chuckle, craned his head backward while walking with his dad to see who dared laugh. He’d obviously been schooled severely before entering the country club about proper behavior.

Mark sat on the cushioned and tasseled pillows. He chuckled again. She’d need a pillow for awhile after he was done with her. Funny he’d only spanked during sex, never having time to develop relationships to the next level. But he longed to use his natural commanding skills for a true disciplinary spanking. He rehearsed exactly the steps he’d take once she walked down the stairs. He looked up and frowned, she was obviously taking her time.

He almost felt guilty agreeing with Tom that he was the perfect guy to coach Rachael. Tom had explained to Mark her constant need to challenge authority. While he could lovingly redirect her, she was getting too old to be so challenging. And she may not move quickly enough to the next level needed to make the Olympic cut. Tom had known she had the skills, she was just afraid to use them all. It was almost as if she held back purposefully thinking she didn’t deserve to achieve. She made it clear she didn’t trust life itself.

Mark quickly realized her personality would totally benefit from his almost military autocratic mindset. He leaned back and his body language exuded ownership and dominance. He was a welcomed visual to the women exiting the occasion who were ready to think again about the living. What a better confirmation of life than to consider procreation. Mark definitely had that look about him that inspired women to consider such thoughts. And the smiles he received while sitting there the fifteen minutes awaiting Rachael’s passive aggressive tantrum proved it. He had a fleeting visual of her using the fire escape with her dress hiked well above her thighs for mobility. Soon he thought, soon. He almost wanted to see how long she thought she could keep him waiting.

His heart beat a little faster as he walked up the stairs to the elaborate women’s restroom. He waltzed right in and sat down next to Rachael on the extra long coach meant for a diva with one sided pillows. Rachael was curled into a fetal position and looked like an angel sleeping. Mark’s dominant heart wanted to soar. Opportunities like this never came so easy. He listened for anyone using the room for its original design. One woman was washing her hands in the adjoining section and looked confused and amused at his presence upon her leaving. He guessed it wasn’t the first time she’d seen a young man and woman using that couch for its intended design. Of course she would’ve shown Rachael an entirely sympathetic look had she known Mark’s intent for the couch.

Rachael quickly woke from her very brief rest when she heard the deadbolt click loudly. Her eyes bolted open very wide and she whipped her head to see her danger. She quickly sat tucking her knees up under her and leaned back into the couch for protection.

Leave it up to a country club to think of everything for the convenience of its hedonistic patrons. He doubted Rachael knew her ears and her bottom were about to “get a beating”. Standing over her he loved this feeling. It was almost predatory in nature. He put his hands on his hips and stared at her thinking. Rachael was completely on edge wondering what cutting words he’d have for her next. Obviously some private lecture about her “control issues” she heard his sexy English accent run through her memory.

“This is actually a better place than the back of your small car.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Better for WHAT!” She was confused and pissed. And as he saw her overconfident nature concerning their communication, he knew it was time.

“This.” And with one quick movement he unceremoniously pushed her over his lap and with much strength and skill he began to offer her unsolicited and unwavering verbal and physical “facts” about exactly who was in control. He reminded her to use some of her own control; otherwise she’d be very embarrassed. As her shock began to wear off due to the ever increasing pain, she had the self preservation skills to try to push herself off his lap. He surprised her by standing her up. She was almost more shocked that he allowed her to rise when she pushed, than the fact that the spanking occurred. She had endured about eight very hard whacks with his very muscular arms and large hands. She hurt bad and rubbed herself while trying to back away toward the door.

She looked completely out of her element and he relished it. She opened her mouth because she wanted to flood his ears with creative and lasting swear words that would cause him to never ever touch her again. Maybe she hoped he would leave her like everyone else had, proving she wasn’t worth sticking around for. But all that happened was Rachael’s mouth opened seeking words that couldn’t describe her shock and anger. Mark couldn’t wait for the next phase of his lesson. Before she found sound to accompany her opened mouth he commanded the unthinkable.

“Lift your dress up and back over my lap NOW. It’s time you learn a little respect!” Her self-preservation was as scrambled as her composure. Brushing aside her hair from her eyes, she was caught between running immediately or feigning cooperation and then running. Never for a second did she consider listening to his demands! Mark infuriated her, especially after putting her over his knee. She closed her eyes for a second longer than a normal blink then turned away from Mark.

Needing time to think which he wouldn’t give her, she felt steam rolled and trapped. Really nothing had changed for her these last two months. Except now she had to accept Mark as her fuckin’ disciplinarian and coach. She felt her anger tipping the scales again against her situation. She had to do something. She could scream and then he’d tell everyone he spanked her ass. That would be an Enquirer article waiting to happen. They could post it along with all the other coaches who’ve spanked their gymnasts – fucking perfect. She could be the brat of the spring board! Last minute female thinking launched her into high level manipulative pleading and sympathy. It was her only chance. Slim given his off-the-charts arrogance but it was all she had.

“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve been through so much. I don’t deserve this. You’re being so mean and unfair. And you never even gave me a chance. You just ripped the drink from my hand. Nobody from my family even stayed after the service. And I don’t even know you.” It was then that she should’ve stopped because her eyes narrowed after the word “you”. They both knew she lied. She knew all she needed to know about Mark. Coach T had made her promise she would give him carte blanche respect knowing he was able to take her to her goals. She knew him to be stellar in his diving career. She understood that he was intense and worthy especially after his recovery. She thought of why his career was cut short and she understood how she’d really screwed up walking to her car two ice teas in a half hour.

She quickly flashed to her mother’s continuous warnings of her family’s ability to produce addicts. Hell she was addicted to her sport truth be told! All these thoughts echoed quickly through her head as she heard her whiny voice echoing through the bathroom.

He never changed his impatient expression. Bargaining was not ever going to happen. What was going to happen was what he had in his head. And if he saw her going to the Olympics, she knew it would happen. But first she knew they had to get through this moment.

“It’s time to give it up Rachael. All of it, your insecurity, your anger, your fear of failure, your inability to accept change, the thoughts that life’s unfair – and most importantly any thoughts that I’m not in control! Believe me you’ll feel better after this is over with. It’s time.”

“But I don’t want….” Her pleading sounded so sad.

“Now means now, dress up and you over, if you’re not doing what I asked before I finish this sentence than you don’t deserve any medal and have wasted years of your life.” Mark’s smile was broad as she thrust her dress up and flung herself back on top of his lap and covered her face with her hands well before he finished his sentence. Almost as important was his success in having her obey him, was the fact that her ass was beyond gorgeous and framed in a black lace thong. He had never spanked another athlete. He had no idea how he would ever keep from falling for this girl. There were definitely occurrences of athletes and coaches dating and married to each other. Who else did they have the chance to meet? The intimacy level was off the charts with this level of training. Tom knew exactly what he was doing, Mark could see that now. And admired him even more knowing he’d had Rachael under his wings for years.

“What?” Mark said leaning his head closer to hers responding to the tiniest sound he thought possible to detect.

“Please don’t spank me too hard” he could barely make out the second time it made its debut from her lips.

“Rachael, what’s going to happen is going to happen. You’ve got control over only so much and this isn’t one of those things. I suggest you spend your efforts thinking about how to avoid this happening again before the week’s over with!”

“What!!” she shrieked at the audacity. It was timed perfectly with the palm of his hand beginning his coaching career with Rachael. She didn’t have but two seconds to think about how exposed, embarrassed and totally flaming hot her ass felt before he started to deliver with hideous precision and geographical repetition, the spanking of a lifetime which fell like cinders resting on the bottom of her cheeks. Her hands no longer covered her face but reached backwards as she twisted her body to stop him about stroke number five.

“No honey, you’re not even close to being finished.” SMACK!!! “You’d better adjust quickly because the more you struggle the longer you stay!” SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!! ….. This continued for over five very painful minutes, until she finally gave over to him. And he had to hand it to her, she could take it. His hand was out of practice and was feeling the heat as she gave it up. He lightened up just a bit for the last ten that had her bright pink and tender hearted. It was all he could do not to guide her over to the sinks and take her from behind! He would get what he wanted, eventually. He would have to work for it first! For now he’d settle for seeing her marks and watching her wince as her suit rode up and down at practice tomorrow!

Rachael couldn’t believe how she felt about Mark now. Protected and his. She could feel the heavy wetness on the bottom of her thong that made her wish he’d do her right there on the couch. Her ass was so hot and it made her totally want him inside her. She had never felt like this before and was wishing she could use his handkerchief to wipe herself because her thong was never going to absorb all that moisture. Her thin dress would give her away and she felt more panic knowing Mark would see her wet than Mark seeing her ass! She felt this when shifting on his thighs hoping he’d get the hint it was time to let her up. He had to see how wet she was! She couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t letting her up. She just laid there unable to do anything but wait on his next move. His right hand was heavy and hot pressed into the small of her back. His left hand was comforting holding her in place on her left shoulder. It was then that she caught just a glimpse of an unexpected freedom. And she felt content for the first time in a long time. Her peaceful sighs were comfort and contrast to the sexually charged moment. Both wondered how they could resist one another tomorrow.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Kaylynn, once again you have out done yourself! Your writing continues to amaze me and I thank you so much for sharing with all of us.

I love hosting Fantasy Friday – it allows me to meet and get to know so many people but I am not getting many stories. At this moment the cupboard is bare and I am just hoping there are some of you out there that are writing. Fantasy Friday is up to all of you. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Gradituesday and a trip update

A short graditude Tuesday this week

Trip, Travel, Twin, all the wonderful thing I'm experiencing this week.

So for a quick update:
The grandbaby is the most beautiful grandchild I have ever seen! She smiles, she coos, she sings, she plays with her toys, she is nearly turning over. She is amazing!! Mollie is in 7th heaven playing with her as often as her parents will allow. She love her grammy and pappy and watches every move they make. I can promise you this child will NEVER lack for attention!!

We had lunch with Kaylynn today. Now that was a blast! She is beautiful, funny, interesting... fits right in with the rest of us out here in blogland! LOL! We really, really enjoyed talking with her and I don't think we even scared her once we actually met. Although I would imagine she had to be a little nervous on her way to meet us. I mean we aren't we the 'strangers on the internet' you are always warned about?? We talked of kids, husbands, blogs, spanking and sex (just a little really), Fantasy Friday, our blogger friends, how Eva and I met, how we all met our husbands, Cassie, menopause, religion, how our husbands felt about us all meeting, vacations, how and why Eva and I started blogging and just about anything else that crossed our minds. It was quite a day and I really hope we can get together again sometime.

Now for the diet update, let me put it this way...

Sunday night - ribs, pasta salad, baked beans fruit, slaw, peanut butter delight, and lemon/rasberry pie.

Monday breakfast - bagles, creamcheese, banana bread
Monday lunch - Ate out with Kaylynn with no husbands to watch what we ordered
Monday supper - shrimp scampi, spinach and strawberry salad, carmel/mocca coffee and more deserts and chips.

On the menu:

Tuesday breakfast - waffles and fruit
Tuesday lunch - Quesadillas, chips and salsa
Tuesday supper - hobos and corn

Wednesday breakfast - Blueberry pancakes and sausage
Wednesday lunch - fruit, cheese and crackers
Wednesday supper - fish, potatoes, veggies (not sure why) slaw and biscuits

need I say more?

Road trip and some advice

I plan on being on the road to see Eva by the time most of you are reading this. This will be a very special trip. It’s always special to see Eva and Adam. Eva’s cooking… well a cooking contest between Eva and my MIL would be something to witness and I want to be one of the judges!!

But this trip is even more special! We get to meet the grandbaby!! We get to see her and hold her and play with her. I hope her mom isn’t planning to get any time with her this week – this baby is all booked up between Eva, Mollie and me.

And as icing on the cake is the lunch we have planned where we are getting to meet KayLynn. I only know her through her fantastic Fantasy Friday stories and our emails so I am really excited about a face to face meeting. I'll be posting about it next week!


But I also had something I wanted to post today. A have recently reconnected with a friend who writes the blog Cultivated Discipline. At this point in her life she is anxious to explore her spanko side but hasn’t found the man she is looking for. We have talk some and she has shared with me, as she has on her site, that some guys she has talked with on spanko and D/s web sites are not, in real life, the way they portray themselves to her in conversations.

As we talked about it in an email this was what I told her about looking for someone to care about and bring into your life. She said I could share the email here. I think it’s really pretty good advice for anyone out there looking for a relationship.

I think you need to quit looking specifically for a spanko and instead look for a man who is kind, stable, and makes you laugh and feel safe. Spankos are wonderful! But don’t limit yourself to dom/sub sites or chat rooms. Although there are many wonderful men on these sites (several of my friends have met in this way and are happily married to each other now) but you really do run a greater risk of finding nuts who only want to dominate. These men don’t really want to be an HOH – a guide – a protector, they are essentially bullies.

So just look for a nice guy. When you begin to grow close tell him you have a secret that is important to you but that you don’t share this with just anyone. Then tell him what you need, want, desire. If he is a true vanilla begin by telling him it is a real turn on. If you feel he is receptive to this idea you can explain more (maybe a little at a time). Explain that you want someone who will step up and be the leader in a family and that the idea of discipline makes you feel safe and loved.

This is really what many of us have had to do. In my situation Nick hasn’t come around to the dd concept – there isn’t much discipline but it’s a fantastic partnership. If Nick said tomorrow that he was through – no more spanking I would be hurt and sorely disappointed, but the marriage would continue. It boils down to this – I would rather be with the right man and not have this need met that to be with the wrong man who spanks. And this comes from a lifelong, hard wired spanko.

Fantasy Friday - My way or the highway

It’s Friday, schools out for summer! I have to finish out today and then FREEDOM!!! Tomorrow I pack and Sunday we head to Eva’s. I think Mollie and I are equally excited about seeing the grandbaby. We get to meet Kaylynn – it’s just promises to be a wonderful trip.

We have another wonderful Fantasy Friday today. This is from an author we have heard from before but not in a while. There is a brat on the loose and you can read all about it!

For now, enjoy…

My way or the highway

Kathleen rolled her eyes as her family began yet another ‘intervention’. She wondered how long this would take. She was bored and needed something interesting to do. She loved her family, really she did. Her parents had died in a plane crash when she was only three months old and she had been reared by wealthy, loving, permissive grandparents who had spoiled her rotten. She had a pony by age three, her own credit card by the age of ten and two cars to call her own before she was old enough to drive.

But by the time she was seventeen she had become bored with her life in a gilded cage and was eager for adventures of her own. The first time she had taken off for a few days without telling anyone the family had freaked! When she had returned in three days – OMG! It had been like attending her own funeral! Her grandparents, her two aunts and uncles had all told her how worried they had been, how much she was loved and missed – over and over again. This was fun!!

Over the next few years she had tried it a few more times with similar good results. The family tried to explain the dangers of her activities. Actually there had been one down side. Her grandfather had hired a bodyguard. Kathleen found this both annoying and challenging. Bernard Guess was the first one and Kathleen despised the fat, pasty man from the moment she saw him. She delighted in slipping away from him to make him look foolish to grandfather. His replacement was somewhat different. Luke Rains was hot as hell for one thing. And while getting away from Bernard had been ridiculously easy Luke – or Mr. Rains as he told her to call him made the game much harder. The man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and ESP to boot.

The first time she actually managed an escape was a spur of the moment plan. She was dining with friends as Rains watched hawk-like from the bar. As she headed to the rest room he leaped to his feet to follow.

“Down boy” she growled “I’ve been peeing by myself for ages!”

Until that encounter she had had no intentions of sneaking off but spying the kitchen door on her way to the john, she impulsively slipped in – startling the workers – and walked casually out the back door. She hailed a cab on the next block and she was off! She couldn’t stop laughing as she imagined his panic and his anger and the way the veins stood out in his neck when he was really pissed.

She had to admit she was impressed when he found her barely 4 hours later in a bar she rarely frequented. Kathleen watched him as he came in and talked to several people before approaching the bartender. She continued to watch as the bartender shrugged and pointed to where she was perched on bar stool. When their eyes met Kathleen burst out laughing and was doubled over with glee as he approached.

Rains looked furious. Geeze, this guy needed to chill! She never had really liked serious people. But seeing the look of controlled fury in his face caused her laughter to trail off.

“Oh lighten up Rains. You won this round – I’ll do better next time.”

“There better not be a next time!” Rains muttered as he grabbed her upper arm and proceeded to march her to the door. This was too much – she had never been manhandled before. She tried to jerk her arm away only to have him whisper in her ear “Be still or be sorry.”

Kathleen was thrown off by this encounter. She allowed him to propel her toward the car until she suddenly stopped and sputtered “Get your damn hands off me! Your ass is so fired!”

Rains said nothing, nor did he loosen his grip. As they reached the car he yanked open the door.

“Get in” he growled.

That was it! “You fucking ass hole!” she screamed. “I said you're fired! Don’t give me orders!”

Rains pulled on his last bit of self control to keep his temper with this spoiled, arrogant brat. Leaning down inches from her face and said,

“I don’t work for you and you can’t fire me. Now if you don’t get your ass in the car right now I’m going to bend you over the hood of this car and whip that ass until my arm gets tired. Comprenda?

Kathleen gave a small gasp of disbelief. Sensing the shift in dynamic she lowered herself into the car. As Rains reached over to firmly fasten her seat belt she became aware of his scent, his strength, his good looks. But her anger at his treatment of her caused her to dismiss all these things.

They rode in silence until they were almost home. Then making an effort to control his still burning anger he spoke to her.

“Your grandfather hired me to keep you safe and out of trouble. I took that job and I’m going to do it. Do you understand me?”

‘Do you und…?’ Who the hell was this guy? Several angry retorts sprang to her mind but she could wait until she got to the safety of her family. This manic looked mad enough to carry through on his threats.

Rains had barely stopped the car at the estate when Kathleen was out of the car, in the house and up the stairs shouting for her grandfather.

Rains wasn’t far behind – “You little idiot! It’s three-thirty in the morning!”

“Grandfather” she shouted again, “help me!”

Rains followed her to the top of the stairs and stopped as her frightened grandparents rushed into the hall.

“It’s him!” Kathleen said pointing dramatically at Rains. “He grabbed me, forced me into the car, threatened to hit me and called me an idiot! Fire him, fire him now!!”

He grandfather cooed and comforted her. Kathleen managed a few tears in his arms. Looking at Rains he said “Young man, bullying and threatening my granddaughter is not what I hired you for!”

“Wait Richard,” Kathleen’s grandmother interjected “Let’s hear what the man has to say.”

Kathleen tried to hide her annoyance. Grandmother had never been the complete softy grandfather was. Rains walked slowly down the hall toward them.

“Well I believe everything she said was true. She ducked out through the kitchen at the restaurant to ditch me. She wandered the streets alone until she got a cab. When I found her she had bribed a bartender into serving her even thought she isn’t quite 21 yet. She bribed him with a hundred dollar bill as she flashed a wad of cash to all the bar flies in the area. I grabbed her arm and told her to get in the car or I would spank her butt and I called her an idiot for waking you up with this mess in the middle of the night.”

Rains folded his arms and went on “Fire me if you want to but I’m telling you it is only a matter of time before your granddaughter is robbed, kidnapped, raped or murdered. I can keep those things from happening but I’ll have to do it my way. It’s up to you.”

Grandfather held her tight and said nothing.

“Fire him!” Kathleen repeated “I don’t want him around me!”

“No one is getting fired tonight” Grandmother spoke, “Everyone is going to bed – now!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The battle lines had been drawn. Grandfather had been frightened by Rains predictions and wouldn’t fire him. Kathleen definitely felt like the loser in this power struggle. The man was everywhere and he seemed to have ESP. He didn’t exactly stop her from going places but picking up men and sneaking a drink wasn’t easy with you had your own personal guard dog on your trail.

It was time to bring out the big guns. She knew if she ran away they would do anything she wanted to appease her. With the help of a well bribed chauffeur she left in the trunk of Grandfather’s car.

It was three full days before she called home. As expected everyone was frantic. Kathleen had only one demand – get rid of Rains and then she would come home.

“It’s already done” her grandfather assured her “I knew he had to be the reason you left. I fired him that day. Please come home honey, we are so worried. We love you!”

Score! Kathleen thought without a trace of guilt over her manipulation. She returned home that afternoon to a warm welcome. Everyone was there – her grandparents and both aunts and uncles were eager to tell her how worried they had been. Grandfather was even promising her a trip to Greece if she promised never to leave like that again.

So here Kathleen sat becoming slightly bored as she listened to another ‘intervention’ as each explained how her running off scared them so badly and what danger she was risking and how much she was loved. She loved them too but finally sighed and rolled her eyes as they continued ‘Blah, blah, blah’. She’d heard it all before.

A deep voice cut across the room.

“I can’t listen to any more of this!” Boredom was quickly driven away as Rains stalked into the room.

“But, but…” Kathleen looked to her grandfather as she tried to shrink back into the chair as a means of escape. “You said you’d fired him!”

“I did” said Grandfather looking equally confused.

“Yes you did and I hired him back” Grandmother stated calmly. “He and I had an informative talk after you let him go and I felt that for Kathleen’s true safety and well being he is the man I want for her bodyguard.”

Now Mr. Rains, I believe there was something you had to say to my granddaughter.”

Rains addressed himself to Kathleen as if she was the only one in the room “Will you look at these people – all of whom have better things to do than to sit here pleading and begging you to simply behave as an adult. You run off for the sole purpose of worrying them. You want them to fawn all over you – promise you gifts and perks just to get you to return to a loving family that does not deserve your manipulation. You are the epitome of a spoiled brat and you need your butt spanked and have needed that for some time!”

Where was everyone?! Were they just going to sit there and allow this man to berate her as if she were a child? Why wasn’t anyone defending her? And why was Grandmother sitting there nodding!?

Kathleen leaped to her feet! “Who do you think you are? I want you out of this house this instant! How dare you speak to me in that manner?”

“I plan to do a lot more than speak. I don’t make idle threats.” And without further warning Kathleen felt her wrist grabbed and she was quickly pulled to a straight back chair and in an instant she was over Rains lap.

This could not be happening! But it was. Her thin sundress offered no protection as his hard hand fell on her upturned bottom.

“Oooowwwww!” Kathleen yelled lustily. “Damn! That hurts!!”

How long did it take three grown men to race across the room to her rescue? As Rains continued the unrelenting assault on her tender bottom Kathleen was not suffering her fate in silence. Jerking her head up she looked toward her family screaming “Stop him!”

What she saw in that brief instance caused her heart to fail. At her cries she saw her grandfather and both uncles stirred as if to come to her aid. But simultaneously she saw her grandmother and both aunts lay a gently restraining hand on their husbands.

Realizing that she was truly on her own Kathleen cut loose.

“You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch!! Stop – stop, owww!” The hand only came harder and faster. She couldn’t take it. She tried to throw herself off his lap only to have him pull her firmly back. Her hand flew back to ward off the blows. It was quickly captured and held to the small of her back.

Only when she finally went limp and began sobbing “Please, stop. Stop, I won’t do it again!” did Rains pause. She lay across his lap sobbing as he still held her firmly. As her cries turned to sniffles he helped her to her feet. He handed her a handkerchief from his pocket.

Now he spoke to her quietly “Are you in pain?”

“Yes!” she answered rubbing fiercely at her bottom.

“Look at them”, Rains said pointing at her family. “They were in pain for three days while you were gone. It hurt every minute that they didn’t know where you were. How would you have liked that spanking to have lasted for 3 days?” Looking at her family Kathleen saw that grandfather had tears in his eyes.

It was all too much “I’m sorry” she sobbed. Rains reached out and pulled her two him. He gently rubbed her back as she cried and told her everything was going to be alright. Her feelings were so confused. She wanted to hate him for what he had just put her through but now being held in his arms was one of the best feelings she could remember.

Grandmother was getting to her feet. “Well goodness we all have things we need to get back to. Mr. Rains we will leave our granddaughter’s safety in your capable hands” and with that the family drifted away.

Kathleen felt a little awkward with Rains. He lead her to the sofa where she sat only to gasp with pain as she did. That damn spanking had hurt! And it was likely to for a while longer. Rains was saying,

“Look I want you to know that you haven’t lost your freedom. All you’ve lost is the right to put yourself in ridiculous, unnecessary danger. We need to do some talking so we will completely understand each other. Why don’t you go throw on a pair of jeans and show me around the grounds.”

Talking didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Kathleen headed upstairs to change. She still had conflicting emotions – but this man had her interest.

“Or we could go for a horse back ride.” He suggested.

Each step made her acutely aware of how much her butt was hurting. Kathleen whirled around in anger at the suggestion.

“But you just … I mean, I … horseback riding…?”

“Oh forget it then” Rains laughed. "That walk will be alright."

She hadn’t heard him laugh before. His teasing evaporated her quick anger and as she headed off to change she realized her boredom had evaporated as well. Actually Kathleen was beginning to realize the boredom might well be a thing of the past.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I hope everyone enjoyed our story this week. Our author? None other than little ‘ol me! See I can’t get enough of you good folks to write for me so I am forced to do it myself. LOL! I like writing but I really enjoy reading what all of you send in much more. So I do hope you liked this story but even more I hope you are writing one yourself and that you will send it in for a Fantasy Friday. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com I’ll be traveling most of this week but I’ll be checking in whenever I can. Don’t forget me!

We're all in this together

This is a hard post to write. My friends are hurting and I can’t do anything to stop that. I feel frustrated, angry and sad at different times. Mthc and David are two of the nicest people I know. I have talked to them or at least Mthc daily for the past 2 years probably – and when I say daily I mean dozens of times a day. One sentence at a time, sometimes one word, but she, Eva and I have kept each other sane in this manor. It works for us.

Mthc and David, while special to me, are very ordinary folks. We met on the blogs because of their love of spanking. They were both avid commenters with great insight. They were active in our little community even thought they didn’t have a blog of their own.

But months ago they got hit hard. David had a stroke. It’s left him unable to work. He is home but he is still having serious medical issues. David was the one who worked outside the home. When he couldn’t work any more – well, like a lot of us they had been living pay check to pay check. Now there is no pay check. They bought a house several years ago when things were stable for them but when prices were high. We all know how much home values have changed. They are losing the house and will have to find somewhere else later this month.

They have an older son who is not well and needs to live at home. They have a younger son who needs stability to complete high school. To say Mthc has her hands full is a gross understatement. Like many folks that are having financial problems for the first time all this is complete foreign to them. They have always, in the past, been the neighbor others went to for help. They haven’t been the ones needing it and it’s all confusing just knowing where to turn.

I know many are praying for Mthc and David and while I know that they appreciate it I know that they have to be wondering if God is listening and if he cares. It’s easy to say ‘Of course He’s listening, and of course He cares’ but when you don’t know where you can live and how you can keep your family together these are just words.

So I guess right now I’m feeling frustrated. I want to help my friends but I’m not able to fix thing for them. I have great belief in the power of prayer but I’m starting to realize that prayer needs to come with actions. If I look out in the afternoon and see my neighbor’s house on fire I’m not going to say to myself “Well bless their hearts. I’m going to be sure to pray for them tonight when I go to bed.” No, when I see that I am going to be praying frantically as I call 911 and run over to beat on the door and try to get everyone out! Prayer and action need to go together.

I guess I am just asking everyone to look around them and try to be the answer to someone’s prayer. Maybe you have access to a house or apartment you could let someone use for a few months while they got back on their feet. Most of us can’t do that much but could you fill up someone gas tank? Provide a Wal- mart card for food or other necessities? Pick up a bucket of chicken for a family? Offer to baby sit for someone while they go on a job interview? Maybe just offer to baby sit because you know the mom is stressed and overwhelmed. There are sooooo many things we could do. If you don’t know anyone who needs help ask at your church, your child’s school, ask your friends. There are people that need help folks – they need it now and you might be the one God has designated to help them. Maybe they will be the ones who will be answering your prayers sometime in the future. We just never know.

So how does this help my friends, Mthc and David? I don’t know. But I know that in the past they have been the answer to the prayers of other, I know that they will be again in the future. I am just hoping that the answer to their prayers is barreling toward them right at this moment. And who knows it may be someone who is reading here.

Gradituesday S

Snacks – seem like that all I can think about some days.


School – it has driven me nuts this year but I do like school and I am grateful for my teaching job.


Spouse – I like having a partner, after these 26 years we have a history, we have memories and we are looking forward to the future together.


Steak and Shrimp – Both S’s and they go so well together. See, I’m still thinking about food.


Sundrop – my soft drink of choice. Haven’t had as much as usual lately but a little has been creeping in. It sure does taste wonderful!


Sisters – now this is one of my favorites!! I have one sister born to my parents. I love her and I’m very glad to have her. But I am also most grateful for my sisters here Eva, Mthc, CeeCi, and Grace to name the ones who were here when I began. There are a few more out here that I am becoming very close to and to each of these sisters I give you my thanks!


Stories – now you know how much I love a good s story!! So I hope you are out there writing.


Stillness – and quiet are two things I do like at times. It’s gentle and calming and I can gather strength from it.

And of course Spanking, Sex and Sensuality three wonderful S's all rolled up together.





Same ‘ol, same ‘ol on the diet front. I lost the tiniest bit but since I am in survival mode until the school year has ended I’ll take it! But soon I’ll be on my way to Eva’s – one of the world’s best cooks! Nick informed me I can eat every other meal, what a guy! We also have a special lunch planned while I’m up there. It looks like we will get to meet one more friend out here. Kaylynn - one of our great FF writers is going to be in the general area and we all plan on meeting for lunch! That's an adventure I am looking forward to in a big way and I'll tell you more about it when we get home... and once I’m back home the diet will be #1 on my things to do list!


Medical alert: I'm not sick but arthritis is attacking hard! Usually if I take the medicine for a week it goes away but this time it came right back. I am starting back on the meds tomorrow and I have a call in to the doctor too. But it is hurting badly enough to keep me from typing - and that ain't funny!! So if I'm a bit scarce that's the reason. I'm trying to give my hands a break. I will answer all my emails but it may take longer than usual. There is a really good Fantasy Friday coming up that's all ready to go so come back for that!

Weekend update

This was a beautiful calm weekend. I wiped school out of my mind completely! Saturday morning we went to the mountains for a picnic with friends. The weather could not have been better. It was about 62 degrees when we got there. There were about 15 of us. Our friends practically have an out door kitchen that they can travel with. So sitting out in the fresh mountain air by a beautiful stream we had bacon, sausage, country ham, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, muffins, biscuits, jelly, apple butter and fruit salad.

We could sit in the sun or shade and still feel comfortable. There were some little kids there from 8 down to 2; it was only minutes before they were all flocking to Mollie. I swear she is like the Pied Piper! The little ones wanted to go wading in that icy water so Mollie took off her shoe and rolled up her pants and braved the cold. I think this is one of the prettiest spots in our mountains. Very peaceful!



Coming home we all grabbed a nap and then cleaned for a party at our house Sunday. The party was for Nick’s dad’s birthday – 88 years old! He seems nearly completely recovered from his back surgery, back to hoeing his garden and mowing and using the tractor. Guess he has to do something to keep busy while MIL is cooking! LOL!

The whole family was here for lunch – about 23 people. We ate and then all the little ones headed to the pool, Mollie was in her element! Even LJ was here, not only him – he brought two friends with him. I couldn’t help chuckling to myself. The friends he brought were two gorgeous girls. Now everyone but his grandparents knows he’s gay but they don’t acknowledge it or say anything about it. I mean they don’t ask questions or anything so I know they were curious. Colin would have come too but he is in a play and today was the last performance.

All in all it was a pretty nice weekend. I have one more crazy week to survive and then it’s over!! I have to work through Friday and then on Sunday we all head up to see Eva and Adam and the Grandbaby!!!! Now that’s something to look forward to.

Here's a few more pictures from out mountain trip...

peaceful pasture

Mollie, the butterfly whisper

Fantasy Friday - Training Lisa, part V

We have a fantastic Fantasy Friday today – one you have been waiting on, but before we get to that…

Happy Anniversary Nick!!!!

Today is our 26 wedding anniversary and while our whole marriage has been good. The last three years have been unbelievably wonderful. Nick, I look forward to celebrating with you as soon as we finally drag this school year to a close. Love you honey!!

Now as you can tell from the title of today’s story Florida Dom has sent us another part of his wonderful story. This man is taking us farther and farther into the journeys of a strong successful woman who wants to experience her submissive desires. And I am loving it! If you want to start the series at the beginning you can find parts one, two , three and four by clicking on them.

Now enjoy…

Lisa's Training, Part Five

As Lisa briskly walked towards her office with her high heels clicking on the floor to announce her presence, she was the picture of confidence.

She wore an expensive designer suit that showed she was all business, but it still showed off her curves that she knew distracted her colleagues even when she was barking orders at them. She was proud of her figure and she kept in shape by working out hours at the gym and jogging. And her breasts were firm and well-rounded and a vivid contrast to her thin waist. She liked to be in charge in the office but she also liked to show off her feminine side.

And she announced her arrival with her high heels making a staccato sound as she took each step on the floor. She knew the guys checked her out and she liked that but she also knew while she was very feminine, she demanded perfection. She looked the same way she did every day when she arrived in her office like she was a master of the universe.

What her colleagues didn't know was how her life had changed. They didn't know about the welts and bruises all over her body from last night's session with her Sir. They didn't know if she stood and paced the floor during their meeting, it wasn't that she was trying to make a point about how she wanted better results. It was that she didn't know how long she could sit on her red bottom. From her tits to the top of her thighs, her body had the marks from the intense session with Sir.

The pain from the caning almost took her breath away. She couldn't stop crying as he landed blow after blow. And yet she couldn't stop coming from the combination of the pain and the pleasure she felt when he touched her clit with the vibrator. And when he untied her after beating her bottom, top of her thighs and her back, she thought it was over. Instead, he turned her over, retied her and did the same thing to her tits, belly and pussy. And she kept coming until she was completely spent and just slumped on the bed.

He knew he had to let her down softly with a lot of aftercare and didn't leave until he had petted her a long time and she had seem to recover from her intense experience. As she started getting sleepy, he laid her back down on the bed, gave her a reminder that all the rules were still in place and tied her right wrist to the headboard. That was to let her know that once again, she was not allowed to touch herself without permission. Not that she wanted to right now. She just wanted to sleep although every time she turned, she could feel the welts, but she liked that feel. It was reminder of how intense the experience was and she knew she had never been brought to such heights of pain and pleasure.

When the alarm rang in the morning, she was still in a languid mood. As she rolled over, she could feel the sting of the welts but it was a good feeling because she knew she had made her Sir happy. As she untied the rope to the headboard, her first thought was how good it would feel to put her hand between her legs, but she knew she wasn't allowed that privilege. That was part of serving her Sir. When she got up, she checked herself out in the mirror and admired the welts and the cane marks. They were a symbol of her submission to her Sir. She was proud of them as she thought about how often she had come as the blows landed on her.

She then realized she only had five minutes to sign in and get her daily instructions from her Sir on what she was allowed to wear and what she was allowed to eat for breakfast. Sir was pleased when she signed in with a minute
to spare. He asked her if she was naked and sitting on the sandpaper. When the answer came back, "Yes, sir,'' he knew that she was continuing to submit to him. She hadn't absent-mindedly put on her bathrobe. She was thinking of him and his rules and that was part of his control over her. And sitting on the sandpaper made her welts sting and she squirmed, but she had the satisfaction of doing what she was told to do.

He told her that her breakfast would be a yogurt and a banana. She silently groaned when she read that. She'd much prefer a gooey Danish, but he knew she liked that and he would deny her that pleasure. And it was healthy, too. He then ordered her to take a shower and gave her permission to use the bathroom. Once she got in the shower, the water pelted down on her welts, but she enjoyed the sensation even though it burned. It was a turn on for her and her hand started to drift towards her pussy, but she suddenly stopped. She knew that wasn't allowed. And she was careful to keep a washcloth in her hands so she didn't touch any areas that now belonged to her Sir. She knew her pussy belonged to him.

She then got ready for work and even sitting in her car while she was driving was a constant reminder of how she had submitted to the cane. Her colleagues, of course, knew nothing about this because she could almost turn on a switch when she entered the office. In the office, she was in charge and she made sure everybody knew it. She didn't suffer fools gladly. She found an excuse to stand more than usual while showing off some charts to avoid sitting on her bruised butt, but nobody knew the difference.

She also had to concentrate on following his rules. Like no snacking. And getting permission to go to the bathroom. She knew that was part of his control, part of her submitting to him and she knew she wanted that, but it was still annoying. At one point in the afternoon, she absent-mindedly went to the ladies room, entered the stall and pulled down her panties when she realized she hadn't emailed for permission. She had a debate in his head. He would never know if she didn't ask. What was the harm? Still, she pulled up her panties and walked back to office and sent the coded message asking for permission. As much as she didn't want to follow this rule, she wanted to be submissive to him. It was a turn-on for her. And this was part of the deal. He emailed back that she had eight minutes. Eight minutes!! She got annoyed all over again. She knew he was just showing his control over her. But she waited the eight minutes. She followed the rules.

He was pleased to get the email. It was another sign that she liked to be controlled, that she liked being told what to do, that it wasn't about what she wanted but it was about what he wanted and her only job was to obey. He was pleased that her training was going so well. She took to submission like a duck to water. It was obviously buried deep into her psyche and he was the vessel for bringing it out. And she had to admit that she liked going home after dealing with all the stress of the business world and not having to make any major decisions. She just turned on her computer and found out what she was allowed to wear in the evening, what she was allowed to eat, what TV shows she was allowed to watch and when her bedtime was.

Some nights, he allowed her to be fully dressed. Another night, she had to be topless or bottomless. Or nude. He always kept her guessing. She might have to eat dinner with a clothespin attached to each nipple. She never knew what to expect. She just knew she had to obey. Eating dinner with a clothespin on each nipple was not something she liked. But she knew it wasn't about what she liked. She knew she was being trained and she accepted that.

That night, there was another message for her, reminding her to keep Saturday free because she was going to spend the day at his place in his bondage room.

Just reading that email made her start to get wet with of mixture of fear and anticipation. What was his bondage room like? What was he going to do to her there? Could she endure it? The next two nights, she slept fitfully as her wrist pulled against the rope tied to the headboard. She had so many different emotions. She was turned on and wanted to put her hand between her legs and massage her sweet parts to make them feel even more juicy. She wanted to stick several fingers inside her. Oh, to be allowed to put her vibrator against her clit and turn it up high. But she also had a feeling of fear because she didn't know what to expect. All those thoughts kept bouncing around in her mind.

She woke up early Saturday morning but wasn't allowed to get up until the alarm rang. Her adrenalin was pumping. She quickly untied the rope when it rang and hustled to the computer to get the instructions for the day. She was told to shower and prepare herself and to be at her door at 10 a.m. sharp on her knees, blindfolded. She only was to wear a skirt and a blouse. No underwear.


As she showered, she thought about how her life was changing. Just two weeks ago, she couldn't have imagined all this happening to her. She couldn't imagine all the hair under her arms because she wasn't allowed to shave her pits. That was a sign of how she submitted to him. And her pussy hair was only a stubble from the last time he shaved it. He had reserved shaving it for himself. She wasn't allowed to do that. And now she knew she was going to visit his bondage room. She didn't know what that was going to be like.

At 10 a.m. sharp, she unlocked the door and got on her knees. A few seconds later, the door opened and she recognized his voice telling her he was pleased that she had prepared the way she was told to. He put the dog collar around her neck and took her arm for the quick walk to his car. He had checked there was nobody around so she wouldn't be seen with the blindfold. As she slid into the passenger seat, he told her to lift her butt and he lifted her skirt so her bare butt was on the seat. He then bunched the front of her skirt so her pussy was accessible to him and told her to spread her legs. And he unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse so he also had easy access to her breasts. He then fastened her seat belt. She was almost happy to be blindfolded so she couldn't see how open her pussy and breasts were. She was so embarrassed to be in public like this. But again, she knew it was part of his control. She craved this lifestyle and this was part of it.

As he drove to his place, he had one hand on the wheel and the other hand fondling her breasts. And then he massaged her pussy and inserted one, two and then three fingers into his very wet pussy. She was almost gushing and that was a sign of how much of a turn-on it was for her even though she felt embarrassed to be exposed in public. She didn't want to admit it, but it was something that made her tingle in her pussy. She wondered if any bystanders or drivers in the other cars could see her being fondled and while she hated that idea, it was still something she craved. It only made her wetter.

Finally, the car came to a stop. She didn't have any idea of where they were or where he lived. He came over to the passenger's side of the car, fastened the buttons on her blouse and pulled her skirt down. Again, there was no one in the area and he led her to his front door. After he opened it, he told her to stand still with her hands at her side. She obeyed. She always did. He quickly took off the blouse and the skirt. He had told her not to wear any underwear so he had less to take off. She was now naked and would remain that way until it was time to take her home.

He then asked her if she was ready to see his bondage room. Her tongue was almost dry. She said softly, "Yes, Sir.'' She didn't know if she was ready or not, but she knew that didn't matter. He was ready and that's what mattered. He told her that after she entered the bondage room, he would take her blindfold off. He wanted her to see all the delights in it. He had personally built some of them. He told her he would wear a hood because she still wasn't allowed to see his face until he passed this final test. He then told her to get on her hands and knees and attached a leash to her dog collar. He then started to pull and she followed him to the door of the room that he had turned into the bondage room.

She heard the door opening and he told her that she would be entering the bondage room. There was no turning back. This was one more step in her training, one more step in her submission, one more step in him controlling her.

Was she ready for it? As she followed him in the room and heard the door close, she knew she would soon find out.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Many of you said in comments on the last part that you enjoyed the story even though you were not really into BDSM. An email from a friend pointed out that many of us spankos have, at one time or another, ventured into more of a dark, dungeon fantasy in the safely of our own minds. We may not want to live it but some parts of us understand it.

Let him know what you this of this part in comment or you can write him directly at swdftbscribe@aol.com Florida Dom you know how much I thank you for all the writing you are doing for Fantasy Friday.

I haven’t gotten many new stories. My sincere thanks to everyone who has ever written for FF and I hope you will consider writing again. I would also welcome any new writers willing to give it a try. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

An Invitation

Finally, finally, finally the end of the school year is in site. Still have 4 ½ days. But I think I’m going to survive. I am really looking forward to summer. This school year has been very stressful do to lots and lots of changes. Summer is my time to recharge.

I hope to spend some time reading and writing. I guess everyone knows I like to write on my blog and with a little effort I can occasionally do some fiction. I enjoy doing it but when I try to write fiction it’s like dragging an anchor over gravel. It’s work!!

Except in one place. And that leads me to my invitation. Most of you know that I also am the author of Cassie’s Space. When I write over there the fiction flows in a way totally differently from writing fiction for Fantasy Friday. This difference confuses me but I’ve learned just to go with it and not worry about where it all comes from. I have gone back and forth with myself about Cassie – write or don't write, keep the site or take the site down. But I finally realized that letting this part of my personality out and writing as Cassie, is good for me and hopefully at this time is not hurting anyone.

So I just wanted to invite those of you who have never read there to give it a try. It is about a fictional older couple who have enjoyed a spanking life style for nearly 40 years. It is above all else a love story. Times are hard in the real world. Cassie and the stories here are full of the love they have for each other. You will find plenty spanking – some fun, some discipline and some erotic. Cassie is fun and funny. If you go looking to enjoy fiction you will usually leave with a laugh and a smile on your face. And these days that can be a wonderful thing.

When it first came out that Cassie was not real many of you took her off of your blog roll and I certainly understand. But I do want to thank all of you who kept her on you roll and those of you who still come by there to read and leave comments. When you comment there you will usually have your comment answered – but over there it will be answered by Cassie. If you have questions about the site and why it is so different from mine I will answer any questions I can. You can email me at elisspeaks@yahoo.com

If you are unfamiliar with Cassie’s Space I invite you to read back in the archives. Here are several stories that will give you a flavor of what the site is like

The Dinner Party

Tale of the run away wives, part one

Tale of the run away wives, part two

I never know how often I’ll be posting over there but I will try to put a note over here to let you know when I do. And on that note I did post there yesterday. I hope my friends will enjoy both my sites.

Gradituesday R

Risks – I owe a great deal to being able to take a risk. Things like an overwhelming love for my husband, an entire new lease on life and the best friends I have made in 20 years.

Restaurant – Remember, I only have a kitchen because it came with the house.

Rules – You have to have a few just so you can break them once in a while.

Rain – I love the rain, especially summer rains, but any good storm will do. Of course I don’t want to have to go out in it, I just want to watch.

Records – CD are great, but I loved my old records. I still have my old 45. The old record albums were such a big part of my teens and twenties. I miss the large album covers.

Recliners – I sit in my recliner and blog away, before I blogged I sat here and read novels, or watched TV, or slept, or talked on the phone, or held the kids on my lap. My recliners over the years have been good buddies.

Read – I do love to read. Our house is overflowing with books and I know there were thousand’s of books at Mom and Dad’s.

Remote control – I know only a few of us admit to watching TV, but for those of us who do, this is the greatest invention!

Reduce – It's a nice idea in theory but easier said that done!





The diet is slow, stalling, sometimes backing up. I did lose 6 tenths of a pound according to our scales but since they seem to have a fluctuation of 2 to3 pounds with in minutes I can’t put too much stock in them. I think, I hope, I pray I can get back to a somewhat normal routine this week. The last two weeks have been horrible and as hard as it may be to break a bad habit let me tell you, it’s a piece of cake to break a good habit!! I don’t want to go to the gym anymore – I’m sick of it. I want to snack at school. I want my soft drinks back. I want to snack in my chair again. In other words I want to stop everything that helped get me to this point. No I’m not really planning to give up but my hearts just not in it right now.