I really want to thank everyone who commented yesterday. Your comments helped me realize a few things. Nick and I have done some talking to and I am feeling great about things. I'll let you know more about our talk in my Sunday post. Tomorrow we have a brand new Fantasy Friday from a new writer, so don't forget to come by!
But here is the rest of my mind wanderings ...
I have been struggling on and off with depression for several months now. I hesitate to even say that because it is not severe. I know many peoples who truly suffer with serious depression and by comparison I feel like I am whining over my little problems. But anyway I feel like sadness, the blues or what ever its called is hovering near me just waiting for the opportunity to sneak in some small crack in my normal happy life and throw it’s blanket over me.
When I first came out to Nick I think the only word that could have been used to describe me was ‘joyful’. I couldn’t remember a time in my life (other than giving birth) that had made me any happier. I was one big grin and people noticed! Co-workers, friends and even my family wanted to know what my secret was – I didn’t tell! I was meeting wonderful like-minded people on the internet. Nick and I couldn’t keep our hands off one another and we were connected emotionally in a way I had never dreamed we would be.
Now I’m a grown up and a realist. I know about honeymoon periods and I knew the giddiness wouldn’t last (although it did for a long time) but giddiness or not I never want to lose the real and tangible improvements we made in our relationship.
So lately I have given great thought to these waves of sadness and tried to see what triggered them and what seemed to help push them away. It comes back to – spanking (sorry to sound like a broken record Nick).
When it comes to erotic spanking we do fantastic! We have had some afternoons to remember. I see these as lavish banquets where we indulge in anything and everything we can even imagine. I truly could not ask for, or even imagine, anything to top these afternoons.
But no matter how wonderful these are I can’t live on the occasional banquet. I need daily nourishment. I need Nick to spank often. I now know that these feeling of sadness come over me when we go for weeks with out any spanking or even discussing spanking. The feelings creep up on me (even though my brain tells me they’re wrong) the feeling that he doesn’t care anymore, the feeling that this is just a game to him, the feeling he’s bored with me, the feeling he’s bored with the idea of spanking and worse, the feeling that everything will go back to the way things used to be.
So many our here say if you want him to spank you - TELL HIM!! I do, I have, I feel like the blog itself has been a three year long request for him to spank more. But sometime you just can’t bring yourself to keep asking. It’s like asking for a kiss. Nothing wrong with that – but if it starts feeling like the only time you are kissed is if you ask for one, well that’s just not what you want. You want him to want to kiss you, to think of kissing you without you asking, maybe send you an email saying he can’t wait to get the chance to kiss you and you don’t want the only time he kisses you to be during lovemaking. Yeah, I often feel both greedy and needy.
My diet – the hook I used to interest Nick in spanking for real – is all tied up in this. For two years I was focused and interested in the diet, wondering whether or not Nick was really into it, if he would hold me accountable, if he would put a few rules and guidelines into play and back them up. His interest kept me interested.
Everyone says “If you are going to diet or get on some plan to change to a healthier life style you have to do it for yourself. You can’t do it for someone else.” Basically I think that’s true. But that has not really worked for me. I knew for 20 years I needed to lose weight and change my habits for myself – but I never did it. It wasn’t until Nick got involved that I suddenly had a reason to do it.
Now I feel like I’m drifting. I’m bored with the healthy lifestyle goal. Sometimes I gain sometimes I lose, Nick may spank or he may not. I sometimes blow off the gym and he might say something or he might not. I have let soft drinks slip back into my diet he may ask about them but he doesn’t tell me to stop.
I need his help, his interest, his consistency! I know the weight is my problem and not his but he is my husband and I need his help. I need him to help keep my interest. That might be the occasional new rule, a specific goal, and motivation!!! Since he is uncomfortable with discipline let’s change the word – let’s do motivation spanking! I think that would surely help get my focus back. I feel dull now. I stand in front of a candy or soda machine and think, “Why the hell not. Who gives a shit if I gain? I don’t care anymore”. But when we are spanking regularly I have a much more up-beat attitude. I can pass these things up for him. I can do it because he has told me – not ask – but told me NO! I don’t know why my mind works like this but I know it does.
Nick has no idea the power I am willing to give him. When he told me “No snacking in your chair” I stopped. But now that he never says anything, I do snack there some. If he said ‘No regular soft drinks.’ for a certain amount of time, I’d stop. If he said “you probably should cut back of soft drinks” in my mind I’d just say to myself, “Yeah there are a lot of things I should do” and ignore the suggestion. On diet topics I want him to be forceful. And if I don’t live up to what he expects me to do, perhaps he could ‘motivate’ me in our own special OTK way.
For this I would really like him to think outside the box. Keep me on my toes. Interest me!!!! He’ll be starting work soon and I don’t want this to be a burden on him. But any morning I could use a few dozen ‘reminders’ not to go overboard on snacking that day, or to be sure to go to the gym, or to pass up desert if I am eating out with a friend. Mollie’s asleep at that time and it wouldn’t take long.
Or when he gets home from work and we find ourselves in the kitchen he might ask if I have followed all my rules today or gone to the gym or what ever. There are plenty of wonderful unused kitchen utensils handy. Whether I’ve been good or bad I’m sure I could use motivation for the next day. I would love to be spanked before we go out to eat with friends or things like that. It would make me feel thought about, and cared about. It can all be done in fun – he doesn’t have to be a drill sergeant but I really think this kind of thing would help me – and yes, I know we still need to work around Mollie but she does nap a lot, and baby-sits a lot. We could work it out I’m sure!
Does this put the burden of me losing weight and getting healthier on Nick? Is he responsible for keeping me from getting depressed? Of course not completely, but yeah some. I know the connection I get from the attention of regular spankings keeps me emotionally connected to Nick. This keeps me pretty happy. And as for the weight, well if I can go to the gym, cut back on the amount I eat and give up some of my favorite junk food for the most part – then I don’t think asking him to give a 30 second spanking several times a week is asking too much. He and I both know the benefits of this life style and I think we both know it’s worth it.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wandering through spanking thoughts
I need to talk a little about spanking and what I need. Yes I am talking to Nick but here is where I can clear my thought and see if I am making sense to other spankos. Poor Nick, I think I rarely make sense to him, he is just good enough to go alone with my strangeness most of the time.
My fantasies always involved both erotic spankings and discipline. The erotic for obvious reasons and discipline in order to feel safe and loved. But Nick has never wanted to do discipline because he views it differently. We have had a partnership marriage that ran very smoothly for a long time. I think a lot of his questions are similar to those asked on Living Domestic Discipline, N and K’s blog. You can read their post here but I’m paraphrasing here from their post and from discussions between Nick and me.
Nick: You say you want discipline and I know often you do, but what happens when you don’t? What about when you are in a really pissy mood and I have no idea why. You don’t seem to want to talk and it seems you’re mad at me but I have no idea why. Now really – do I give you space, try to talk to you or grab you turn you over my knee and spank the truth/problem out of you?
I have to say these are good questions and if I am really, really honest my answer has to be ‘I don’t know’. It would be so easy to say “I want you to spank me so I know you are the one in charge and you are the one who will make me do right and I will feel safe and cared for.” This would be easy to say as I write this because that is what I always want in my fantasy. But in reality, if I have a horrible day, I’m stressed, overloaded with work and really angry about things in general, do I want Nick saying – “You are going to the gym tonight no matter what.”? Do I want him telling me what to eat and not eat or to tell me to put my laundry away NOW?
And again I come to the same answer – I don’t know. Part of me does want that. That part deep inside that wants to be submissive to a strong man, that part that nearly all the women of my generation have fought to suppress their entire lives. Just as I think men have fought their natural dominate feeling so as not to be thought of as a chauvinist or a bully. It all still confuses me and I know the answer won’t fall in my lap today.
Nick is not comfortable with the thought that he has the right to ‘discipline’ me. I think for him it puts him into somewhat of a parenting frame of mind that, of course, neither of us want. But we have discussed that even if he did use discipline there wouldn’t be much reason to. We rarely disagree – not on money, the kids, household responsibilities, and I have never yelled or cussed him in anger in our lives. If we did discipline it would have to almost be made up reasons. And that wouldn’t feel real to me. Pretend discipline doesn’t get it. I don’t mean to say I don’t do tons of things that annoy him, it’s just that we are both so laid back that we don’t sweat the small stuff and Nick sees my shortcomings as ‘small stuff’, bless his heart.
He has only really used discipline twice – at least where I felt it was real. Once I lied to him about going to the gym – I had confessed because I felt guilty. And the other time was when I called myself a ‘piece of shit’. He really didn’t like that and I really didn’t like what followed! But I did feel loved that he picked that as one of the few things he wouldn’t tolerate.
So what we do leaves me much happier than I ever was before I came out to him but still needing … more.
I am looking for that middle ground where I am getting the feelings that I think being dominated would bring me – safety, security, protection, and love, while Nick would not feel uncomfortable being my ‘boss’ and feeling like he is expected to monitor my every move and feel like a bully telling me what to do.
So where does that leave us? More thoughts tomorrow.
My fantasies always involved both erotic spankings and discipline. The erotic for obvious reasons and discipline in order to feel safe and loved. But Nick has never wanted to do discipline because he views it differently. We have had a partnership marriage that ran very smoothly for a long time. I think a lot of his questions are similar to those asked on Living Domestic Discipline, N and K’s blog. You can read their post here but I’m paraphrasing here from their post and from discussions between Nick and me.
Nick: You say you want discipline and I know often you do, but what happens when you don’t? What about when you are in a really pissy mood and I have no idea why. You don’t seem to want to talk and it seems you’re mad at me but I have no idea why. Now really – do I give you space, try to talk to you or grab you turn you over my knee and spank the truth/problem out of you?
I have to say these are good questions and if I am really, really honest my answer has to be ‘I don’t know’. It would be so easy to say “I want you to spank me so I know you are the one in charge and you are the one who will make me do right and I will feel safe and cared for.” This would be easy to say as I write this because that is what I always want in my fantasy. But in reality, if I have a horrible day, I’m stressed, overloaded with work and really angry about things in general, do I want Nick saying – “You are going to the gym tonight no matter what.”? Do I want him telling me what to eat and not eat or to tell me to put my laundry away NOW?
And again I come to the same answer – I don’t know. Part of me does want that. That part deep inside that wants to be submissive to a strong man, that part that nearly all the women of my generation have fought to suppress their entire lives. Just as I think men have fought their natural dominate feeling so as not to be thought of as a chauvinist or a bully. It all still confuses me and I know the answer won’t fall in my lap today.
Nick is not comfortable with the thought that he has the right to ‘discipline’ me. I think for him it puts him into somewhat of a parenting frame of mind that, of course, neither of us want. But we have discussed that even if he did use discipline there wouldn’t be much reason to. We rarely disagree – not on money, the kids, household responsibilities, and I have never yelled or cussed him in anger in our lives. If we did discipline it would have to almost be made up reasons. And that wouldn’t feel real to me. Pretend discipline doesn’t get it. I don’t mean to say I don’t do tons of things that annoy him, it’s just that we are both so laid back that we don’t sweat the small stuff and Nick sees my shortcomings as ‘small stuff’, bless his heart.
He has only really used discipline twice – at least where I felt it was real. Once I lied to him about going to the gym – I had confessed because I felt guilty. And the other time was when I called myself a ‘piece of shit’. He really didn’t like that and I really didn’t like what followed! But I did feel loved that he picked that as one of the few things he wouldn’t tolerate.
So what we do leaves me much happier than I ever was before I came out to him but still needing … more.
I am looking for that middle ground where I am getting the feelings that I think being dominated would bring me – safety, security, protection, and love, while Nick would not feel uncomfortable being my ‘boss’ and feeling like he is expected to monitor my every move and feel like a bully telling me what to do.
So where does that leave us? More thoughts tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Graditueday - X
First things first :
Now on to the X's. At first all I could come up with was xylophone but to be perfectly honest, while I am sure that the xylophone is a fine instrument, I am really not grateful for it. So here is my shot at it! But after putting a little work in it and doing some looking back I came up with these.
Xander- This is my son’s cat. And yes that is how you spell it. LJ was a big Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan and I believe he got the name came from that show.
X-rays – Very helpful invention. While it can’t exactly look into you soul it can give you a clear picture of injured bones and other potential problems throughout our bodies.
Xerses defeat – The Greeks beat this guy there by saving western culture. That’s kinda nice.
X-axis – As a math teacher, knowing about this does come in handy.
X-files – Now while I am a big TV fan I never watched the X-files but my sister is the biggest fan of the show ever. I have to be grateful for anything that gives her that much pleasure, even if I think she is a nut about it.
X-chromosome – I am very grateful that I have two. I couldn’t deal with a Y myself. I am also grateful for the half of the population that can personally deal with a Y-chromosome. I guess it takes all kinds.
Xanthippe – This was the nagging wife of Socrates. In other words she was a brat! One of our own!
Xerox – Now this one really makes my job easier! Although many times I have felt that the copier’s sole purpose was to teach me how to cuss!
Xmas – This one used to make me so mad until my dad explained that X was the Greek symbol for Christ. I still prefer to see Christmas written out because I don’t think everyone’s father explained this to them and I don’t want people appearing to X Christ out of Christmas. But as long as everyone understands…
The diet update. Well I suppose it good news - I was down a pound. But after eating out Saturday night and eating at Nick's mom's Sunday I believe I blew that piece of good news. I am really going to have to do something different to be able to show a loss this week. And according to Nick I will be needing to post a loss this week.
I have been doing a lot of thinking both about spanking and about my whole weight loss plan. Not only thinking, I've been writing too. I'll be posting my thoughts tomorrow and the next day but I ask Nick to read what I had written. We are still talking about it but I have to say that when I do open up and tell Nick what it is that I need he has always tried to understand and help me. Yesterday was no different and I think I'm feeling better already.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
NICK!!
NICK!!
We can talk more about your birthday later today!!
Now on to the X's. At first all I could come up with was xylophone but to be perfectly honest, while I am sure that the xylophone is a fine instrument, I am really not grateful for it. So here is my shot at it! But after putting a little work in it and doing some looking back I came up with these.
Xander- This is my son’s cat. And yes that is how you spell it. LJ was a big Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan and I believe he got the name came from that show.
X-rays – Very helpful invention. While it can’t exactly look into you soul it can give you a clear picture of injured bones and other potential problems throughout our bodies.
Xerses defeat – The Greeks beat this guy there by saving western culture. That’s kinda nice.
X-axis – As a math teacher, knowing about this does come in handy.
X-files – Now while I am a big TV fan I never watched the X-files but my sister is the biggest fan of the show ever. I have to be grateful for anything that gives her that much pleasure, even if I think she is a nut about it.
X-chromosome – I am very grateful that I have two. I couldn’t deal with a Y myself. I am also grateful for the half of the population that can personally deal with a Y-chromosome. I guess it takes all kinds.
Xanthippe – This was the nagging wife of Socrates. In other words she was a brat! One of our own!
Xerox – Now this one really makes my job easier! Although many times I have felt that the copier’s sole purpose was to teach me how to cuss!
Xmas – This one used to make me so mad until my dad explained that X was the Greek symbol for Christ. I still prefer to see Christmas written out because I don’t think everyone’s father explained this to them and I don’t want people appearing to X Christ out of Christmas. But as long as everyone understands…
The diet update. Well I suppose it good news - I was down a pound. But after eating out Saturday night and eating at Nick's mom's Sunday I believe I blew that piece of good news. I am really going to have to do something different to be able to show a loss this week. And according to Nick I will be needing to post a loss this week.I have been doing a lot of thinking both about spanking and about my whole weight loss plan. Not only thinking, I've been writing too. I'll be posting my thoughts tomorrow and the next day but I ask Nick to read what I had written. We are still talking about it but I have to say that when I do open up and tell Nick what it is that I need he has always tried to understand and help me. Yesterday was no different and I think I'm feeling better already.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The saga ends, I hope
I finally have some good news on the computer story, which you can read here if you like. But really not that exciting I have to tell you. The day after the marathon call to the repair center Nick took the computer and cords back once more to Best Buy. As soon as he got in the door he asked to speak a manager.
Nick gave him the whole story and told him he really didn’t want to leave the store with out a cord that would allow us to use the computer. The guy called the repair center but didn’t get much farther than we did. Finally he suggested Nick buy a special HP universal adapter for $79.00 and he could return it within 30 days once the repair center sent us a new one (like your idea, Kate). Nick wanted to know what would happen if they never sent the right cord.
After looking at him for a minute the guy asked Nick if he had a penny. A penny?? Nick said “I’ve got a dime.” Thinking the guy wanted to use it as a crude screw driver or something. But the manager was saying, “Never mind, I’ve got one.” Then he rang up the new cord for a penny, slipped it in a bag and handed it to Nick.
My thanks to Nick and the manager – now I have MY computer back!!
I wrote all that the other day. Yesterday my arthritis attacked again, with vengeance. Around 3:00 Friday afternoon I felt a small twinge in my finger. By 11:00 that night the if I moved it or brushed against something the pain was nearly as bad as kidney stones. It’s better today but still very tender and I am typing mostly with one hand. I have an appointment with the arthritis doctor this week. Wish me luck!
Nick gave him the whole story and told him he really didn’t want to leave the store with out a cord that would allow us to use the computer. The guy called the repair center but didn’t get much farther than we did. Finally he suggested Nick buy a special HP universal adapter for $79.00 and he could return it within 30 days once the repair center sent us a new one (like your idea, Kate). Nick wanted to know what would happen if they never sent the right cord.
After looking at him for a minute the guy asked Nick if he had a penny. A penny?? Nick said “I’ve got a dime.” Thinking the guy wanted to use it as a crude screw driver or something. But the manager was saying, “Never mind, I’ve got one.” Then he rang up the new cord for a penny, slipped it in a bag and handed it to Nick.
My thanks to Nick and the manager – now I have MY computer back!!
~~~~~~~
I wrote all that the other day. Yesterday my arthritis attacked again, with vengeance. Around 3:00 Friday afternoon I felt a small twinge in my finger. By 11:00 that night the if I moved it or brushed against something the pain was nearly as bad as kidney stones. It’s better today but still very tender and I am typing mostly with one hand. I have an appointment with the arthritis doctor this week. Wish me luck!
Fantasy Friday - Knock on Wood
Fantasy Friday is below but I wanted to wish Eva a
This is more like it! It's Friday and we have wonderful new story to read. I heard from several people so we have stories for a few weeks. Life is good - it's summer, it's Friday, we have a new story, and thanks to my wonderful husband I have a computer cord that works!!!! More on that later.
The story today is by a long time blogger and as it will soon be obviously an wonderful wonderful writer. I am so happy she decided to share with us. More about her later.
For now, enjoy...
Knock on Wood
Eliza was a bit nervous, John had been hinting for days now that coming weekend she would finally have to pay the bill. The last few weeks he had been gone a lot and norma
lly if she had done something wrong she had been spanked right after he came home the evenings. And to be honest she enjoyed those spankings, she did not see them as punishment. When John found out he had been laughing and told her that from now on the evening spankings were just for fun and he would think of something else for punishment. They were together for 5 years now and just after their marriage John started slowly with blindfolding her before they had sex, with silk scarves tying her to their bed and during the years it had become more intense.
In their earlier years those spankings had been punishment, but now she had butterflies if she thought of his hand or paddle on her soft white cheeks that then became a beautiful red.
Now something else would be introduced and she had no idea what John meant. When he came home that evening she was waiting in the flimsy black mini dress she knew he loved, had made a nice dinner and his beer was just the right temperature. John smiled when he saw his nervous wife, he hugged and kissed her. It smells lovely here sweetheart, now lets first have dinner and then enjoy the weekend. During dinner he started teasing her, had she been knocking on wood enough recently, for she sure would need it. Eliza thought of their paddle and smiled. If that was to be the punishment she sure would enjoy it. Dinner was finished soon, and after doing the dishes together John hugged his wife and told her to undress herself, put her blindfold on and wait in their bedroom.
She went to their bedroom and slowly undressed herself, now she could see nothing different, all their toys w
ere in the closet and she did not see anything new when she took her blindfold out. She knelt at the floor, legs slightly apart, his favorite position. She could hear John, it semed he was moving furniture, at one time she thought she heard voices, the butterflies inside her seemed to grow. She lost track of time waiting, when she heard his favorite music. Then she heard his footsteps coming closer, but was it him. A hand took hers and she heard a voice she did not know, ‘come with me Eliza, it is time for your punishment and John is waiting for you’. Eliza knew that John would not leave her alone in their house so she did follow, but insecure and pretty scared by now. The hand holding hers was wearing something, it felt like a latex glove and Eliza had no idea what was the meaning of this. When she entered the livingroom she heard John’s voice, ‘my darling, I hope you will take this punishment without protest, you can stop it at any time, but I think you are brave enough for this’.
Eliza smiled and said, as long as you are here everything is OK Master. John smiled, she was brave his little wife and slave. The gloved hand took hers and said ‘follow me’. Eliza then had to sit down, it was a strange chair. She had to sit with wide spread legs, which were quickly fastened to the chair with leather bonds. A fast chain went around her middle and she could not move anymore, and then her arms were also locked. Her collar was on, and the ring on the end was fastened so she could not even move her head. The same hand that had lead her there was now touching her everywere and blushing Eliza realized that it could be seen and felt how excited and wet she was. If this was punishment, Mmmm, she seems to enjoy, she heard that same voice, now who was this, she had no idea. Then she felt the sharp pain on her nipples, these were nipple clamps she immediately realized, and ohhhhhhhh, this did hurt. She heard John saying; now it will not hurt as much if you stay still, and we did help you with that my darling. Softly she murmured, thank you Master.
Weight was added to the clamps and Eliza shrank as this really did hurt, but at the same time she felt something cold enter her wet lips. It was cold and heavy, but felt a bit familiar, what was this. Slowly it started to move, in and out, in and out and Eliza moved a bit to meet this torture. Both sensations had her going crazy. Then she heard a sound she did not know, a hand touc
hed her but it was filled with electricity, and she yelled. That had was everywhere, but especially when it touched her tortured nipples she almost fainted. The dildo inside her moved faster now, but when Eliza started to forget the pain that was added, more weight on the nipples, and the electrifying fingers even more painful. Then she felt a flogger, it felt like being pricked with needles everywhere, and again the dildo went faster. Eliza was fighting now, she needed that orgasm but the pain kept her on edge. She started sweating, and suddenly she heard John say, now you see how horny she is, and she heard different voices, ‘she is beautiful fighting this’, ‘oh look her nipples are getting so long’, ‘see her dripping so horny’.
Eliza had no idea, were there more then 2 men here, she heard a woman laughing. A blush covered her whole face, were did those people come from, did she know any of them. Tears wetted her blindfold and she felt John touching her. This is your punishment sweetheart, if you enjoy being punished you should not be the only one. And the dildo entered her again, faster and faster. All the emotions in her, all the sensations she felt, Eliza started to slowly flow away, then when she thought the dildo could not go faster and she was begging for permission the clamps were suddenly taken of, she felt the sharp pain and then John’s voice, come for us Eliza, come for us. And she had an orgasm as she never had before, she moved into thick clouds and floated away on the sensations she felt. How long she was gone, she had no idea. When she slowly came back she heard John’s voice.
Welcome back my darling. How do you feel? Eliza started to cry, oh John, all those people, who are they, how can I ever go outside if someone I don’t know recognizes me. John smiled, and
took her blindfold of. She saw their living room and no one in it. Then she saw the little tape recorder in his hand, she pushed a button and heard that strange voice telling her to follow him again. Then she saw the dildo, it was on a fucking machine, and carved after a real life model she was pretty familiar to.
He smiled, no one was here my darling. But then again if you push me this far again next time it might be real instead of a tape. Eliza smiled softly, I love you soooooooo much she whispered....
Happy
Birthday!!
Hope you're having a great day sister!
Birthday!!
Hope you're having a great day sister!
This is more like it! It's Friday and we have wonderful new story to read. I heard from several people so we have stories for a few weeks. Life is good - it's summer, it's Friday, we have a new story, and thanks to my wonderful husband I have a computer cord that works!!!! More on that later.
The story today is by a long time blogger and as it will soon be obviously an wonderful wonderful writer. I am so happy she decided to share with us. More about her later.
For now, enjoy...
Knock on Wood
Eliza was a bit nervous, John had been hinting for days now that coming weekend she would finally have to pay the bill. The last few weeks he had been gone a lot and norma
lly if she had done something wrong she had been spanked right after he came home the evenings. And to be honest she enjoyed those spankings, she did not see them as punishment. When John found out he had been laughing and told her that from now on the evening spankings were just for fun and he would think of something else for punishment. They were together for 5 years now and just after their marriage John started slowly with blindfolding her before they had sex, with silk scarves tying her to their bed and during the years it had become more intense.In their earlier years those spankings had been punishment, but now she had butterflies if she thought of his hand or paddle on her soft white cheeks that then became a beautiful red.
Now something else would be introduced and she had no idea what John meant. When he came home that evening she was waiting in the flimsy black mini dress she knew he loved, had made a nice dinner and his beer was just the right temperature. John smiled when he saw his nervous wife, he hugged and kissed her. It smells lovely here sweetheart, now lets first have dinner and then enjoy the weekend. During dinner he started teasing her, had she been knocking on wood enough recently, for she sure would need it. Eliza thought of their paddle and smiled. If that was to be the punishment she sure would enjoy it. Dinner was finished soon, and after doing the dishes together John hugged his wife and told her to undress herself, put her blindfold on and wait in their bedroom.
She went to their bedroom and slowly undressed herself, now she could see nothing different, all their toys w
ere in the closet and she did not see anything new when she took her blindfold out. She knelt at the floor, legs slightly apart, his favorite position. She could hear John, it semed he was moving furniture, at one time she thought she heard voices, the butterflies inside her seemed to grow. She lost track of time waiting, when she heard his favorite music. Then she heard his footsteps coming closer, but was it him. A hand took hers and she heard a voice she did not know, ‘come with me Eliza, it is time for your punishment and John is waiting for you’. Eliza knew that John would not leave her alone in their house so she did follow, but insecure and pretty scared by now. The hand holding hers was wearing something, it felt like a latex glove and Eliza had no idea what was the meaning of this. When she entered the livingroom she heard John’s voice, ‘my darling, I hope you will take this punishment without protest, you can stop it at any time, but I think you are brave enough for this’.Eliza smiled and said, as long as you are here everything is OK Master. John smiled, she was brave his little wife and slave. The gloved hand took hers and said ‘follow me’. Eliza then had to sit down, it was a strange chair. She had to sit with wide spread legs, which were quickly fastened to the chair with leather bonds. A fast chain went around her middle and she could not move anymore, and then her arms were also locked. Her collar was on, and the ring on the end was fastened so she could not even move her head. The same hand that had lead her there was now touching her everywere and blushing Eliza realized that it could be seen and felt how excited and wet she was. If this was punishment, Mmmm, she seems to enjoy, she heard that same voice, now who was this, she had no idea. Then she felt the sharp pain on her nipples, these were nipple clamps she immediately realized, and ohhhhhhhh, this did hurt. She heard John saying; now it will not hurt as much if you stay still, and we did help you with that my darling. Softly she murmured, thank you Master.
Weight was added to the clamps and Eliza shrank as this really did hurt, but at the same time she felt something cold enter her wet lips. It was cold and heavy, but felt a bit familiar, what was this. Slowly it started to move, in and out, in and out and Eliza moved a bit to meet this torture. Both sensations had her going crazy. Then she heard a sound she did not know, a hand touc
hed her but it was filled with electricity, and she yelled. That had was everywhere, but especially when it touched her tortured nipples she almost fainted. The dildo inside her moved faster now, but when Eliza started to forget the pain that was added, more weight on the nipples, and the electrifying fingers even more painful. Then she felt a flogger, it felt like being pricked with needles everywhere, and again the dildo went faster. Eliza was fighting now, she needed that orgasm but the pain kept her on edge. She started sweating, and suddenly she heard John say, now you see how horny she is, and she heard different voices, ‘she is beautiful fighting this’, ‘oh look her nipples are getting so long’, ‘see her dripping so horny’.Eliza had no idea, were there more then 2 men here, she heard a woman laughing. A blush covered her whole face, were did those people come from, did she know any of them. Tears wetted her blindfold and she felt John touching her. This is your punishment sweetheart, if you enjoy being punished you should not be the only one. And the dildo entered her again, faster and faster. All the emotions in her, all the sensations she felt, Eliza started to slowly flow away, then when she thought the dildo could not go faster and she was begging for permission the clamps were suddenly taken of, she felt the sharp pain and then John’s voice, come for us Eliza, come for us. And she had an orgasm as she never had before, she moved into thick clouds and floated away on the sensations she felt. How long she was gone, she had no idea. When she slowly came back she heard John’s voice.
Welcome back my darling. How do you feel? Eliza started to cry, oh John, all those people, who are they, how can I ever go outside if someone I don’t know recognizes me. John smiled, and
took her blindfold of. She saw their living room and no one in it. Then she saw the little tape recorder in his hand, she pushed a button and heard that strange voice telling her to follow him again. Then she saw the dildo, it was on a fucking machine, and carved after a real life model she was pretty familiar to.He smiled, no one was here my darling. But then again if you push me this far again next time it might be real instead of a tape. Eliza smiled softly, I love you soooooooo much she whispered....
~~oo0oo~~
Super story!! Our story today comes from all the way across the pond. Our author is the wonderful Lessa from Lessa's Place. If you aren't a regular at Lessa's Place you are missing out. Lessa's writings are beautiful and thoughtful. She is a gentle and caring soul. Her ability to find the best pictures in the world is amazing. Please leave her a comment here or drop by her place and thank her there. I want to say thank you again from me!!
As I've said I have heard from a few of you with more FF stories and I am very grateful. I will uses some reruns in the future if I need to but there are several new one coming up over the next few weeks. If you are willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
As I've said I have heard from a few of you with more FF stories and I am very grateful. I will uses some reruns in the future if I need to but there are several new one coming up over the next few weeks. If you are willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
Thursday, July 09, 2009
The saga continues
For those of you sitting on the edge of your seats following the tale of my computer woes – and gee, who hasn’t been – I wanted to give you an up date. If you haven’t been keeping up with this sage you can read the fascinating details here.
So when last we left this story I had made 3 trips to the repair shop – Geek Squad – and was impatiently waiting for them to send the new cord so I could charge the darn computer. I was lucky in that they were wrong, it didn’t take 2 weeks. It came in 8 days. In fact the UPS man rang the bell right in the middle of our fantastic Tuesday afternoon (in our bedroom, not Mollies) but we were having way too much fun for even a compute addict like me to take much notice.
But later in the day I was more than ready to get my computer charged and be able to get back into my files and such. This cord was a universal so I grabbed one of the 6 plugs in tips, didn’t work – try the next one, nope. Nor the next, nor the next, nor...
Nope none worked and using the short charge it had we were not able to get on the internet.
Back to Best Buy (a 35 minute trip). Told them our sad tale. After much back and forth they told us we would have to call the repair center and tell them to sent a cord for whatever mother board they put in the computer, a more updated HP version.
Back home my wonderful husband agreed to make the call. He was on the phone talking or on hold for 57 minutes only to find out that the repair center had no idea what kind of mother board they had put in and didn’t know which cord to send. They told us to take it back to Best Buy and have the folks at the Geek Squad to open it up and get the serial number off the mother board so they could let the repair center know what cord to send. Am I the only one to feel like I am in La La Land?? All these computer geeks have no way to look up a repair when we give them the order # and see what they put in my friggin’ computer?? Apparently not.
Nick is going to take it back for me – ask to see the manager first thing and see if something can be done. Best Buy has a tip that will work in my computer – I want it and I don’t want to have to pay because when this sage began the compute was under full warranty and now it has run out. They did extend it for a month to try to get this taken care of.
We did find out while there last time that the wireless internet card (or whatever you call it) had not been turned on in the computer since they installed a new one. They did get that fixed or if we ever did get a cord that works we still would not have been able to get one line.
I want my computer back.
BIG SIGH…
So when last we left this story I had made 3 trips to the repair shop – Geek Squad – and was impatiently waiting for them to send the new cord so I could charge the darn computer. I was lucky in that they were wrong, it didn’t take 2 weeks. It came in 8 days. In fact the UPS man rang the bell right in the middle of our fantastic Tuesday afternoon (in our bedroom, not Mollies) but we were having way too much fun for even a compute addict like me to take much notice.
But later in the day I was more than ready to get my computer charged and be able to get back into my files and such. This cord was a universal so I grabbed one of the 6 plugs in tips, didn’t work – try the next one, nope. Nor the next, nor the next, nor...
Nope none worked and using the short charge it had we were not able to get on the internet.
Back to Best Buy (a 35 minute trip). Told them our sad tale. After much back and forth they told us we would have to call the repair center and tell them to sent a cord for whatever mother board they put in the computer, a more updated HP version.
Back home my wonderful husband agreed to make the call. He was on the phone talking or on hold for 57 minutes only to find out that the repair center had no idea what kind of mother board they had put in and didn’t know which cord to send. They told us to take it back to Best Buy and have the folks at the Geek Squad to open it up and get the serial number off the mother board so they could let the repair center know what cord to send. Am I the only one to feel like I am in La La Land?? All these computer geeks have no way to look up a repair when we give them the order # and see what they put in my friggin’ computer?? Apparently not.
Nick is going to take it back for me – ask to see the manager first thing and see if something can be done. Best Buy has a tip that will work in my computer – I want it and I don’t want to have to pay because when this sage began the compute was under full warranty and now it has run out. They did extend it for a month to try to get this taken care of.
We did find out while there last time that the wireless internet card (or whatever you call it) had not been turned on in the computer since they installed a new one. They did get that fixed or if we ever did get a cord that works we still would not have been able to get one line.
I want my computer back.
BIG SIGH…
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
An afternoon to remember
I had quite a Tuesday afternoon. You know we have the house to ourselves and you know Nick goes back to work next week. We really don’t want to waste a minute. So Tues
day afternoon found me on my knees at Nick’s command. And believe me he had his dom on for sure!
Now as a spanko I am used to pain – I usually like it quite well but this was getting a little extreme. He had laid a few things out and to be honest they looked a little painful. Something looked suspiciously like a drill bit!
Nick kept going in and out of the room but he wanted me to keep my position. Head down bottoms up, I tried to do all he asked but I was quickly moving toward agony! When he picked up something that looked sharp I just closed my eyes. Knife play is something we’ve never tried.
But hold my position I did; I also held the flash light, the carpet was sliced and the drill bit through the floor and finally we were able to move the cable cord in Mollie’s new room. Having raw knees from crawling around on the carpet for days painting baseboards didn’t make it easy I’ll tell you!
Oh wait, I’m sorry, did you think we were having more of that wild monkey sex?? Well yes as a matter of fact we did have an incredible afternoon of that wild sex before working in Mollie’s room. But I’ll keep most of that private this time. I will say that it was wonderful to bring all the toys out and have the privacy to leave them out; we’ll just have to push everything aside to find a place to sleep tonight. What an afternoon!
day afternoon found me on my knees at Nick’s command. And believe me he had his dom on for sure!Now as a spanko I am used to pain – I usually like it quite well but this was getting a little extreme. He had laid a few things out and to be honest they looked a little painful. Something looked suspiciously like a drill bit!
Nick kept going in and out of the room but he wanted me to keep my position. Head down bottoms up, I tried to do all he asked but I was quickly moving toward agony! When he picked up something that looked sharp I just closed my eyes. Knife play is something we’ve never tried.
But hold my position I did; I also held the flash light, the carpet was sliced and the drill bit through the floor and finally we were able to move the cable cord in Mollie’s new room. Having raw knees from crawling around on the carpet for days painting baseboards didn’t make it easy I’ll tell you!
Oh wait, I’m sorry, did you think we were having more of that wild monkey sex?? Well yes as a matter of fact we did have an incredible afternoon of that wild sex before working in Mollie’s room. But I’ll keep most of that private this time. I will say that it was wonderful to bring all the toys out and have the privacy to leave them out; we’ll just have to push everything aside to find a place to sleep tonight. What an afternoon!
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Gradituesday W
Today is for things you are grateful for and I have a biggie!! For those of you who know my twin Eva, you know that nearly all her thoughts these days are about her beautiful grand baby! Well now she is going to be more preoccupied than ever because there is another grand baby on the way!! Same daughter, so I bet Eva will have enough babysitting in her future to almost satisfy her!
Now for a few other things -
Water – love swimming. Well to be honest I love lying by the pool and only getting in if I get really hot. But sometimes it is good for exercising.
Wind – I love a good wind storm. I don’t want any damage but honestly I love to sit and watch a good storm.
Wooden spoons – one of my favorite departments in a kitchen store. Actually are there any other departments in a kitchen store?
Wallop – there wonderful when you can get them.
Whip – well everyone needs one.
On the see-saw diet plan I was back up this week, two pounds. I weigh on Fridays and we spent most of the weekend getting Mollie ready for camp. Nick says we have to talk about the gain but when you are painting walls, trim, cabinets and furniture sometimes there is never a good stopping point. Maybe sometimes this week.
What else is going on? I did go to our walking park Friday, trying to get in a little exercise. And walking on a nice flat surface I managed to fall down bruising my hand and my hip. I got our pretty lucky though – as Mollie so kindly pointed out. Her comment was “You need to be more careful Mom, at your age you could break a hip!” I’m still trying to decide if I’m picking her up when camp is over.
PS there is a new story at Cassie's Space for those interested.
Now for a few other things -
Water – love swimming. Well to be honest I love lying by the pool and only getting in if I get really hot. But sometimes it is good for exercising.
Wind – I love a good wind storm. I don’t want any damage but honestly I love to sit and watch a good storm.
Wooden spoons – one of my favorite departments in a kitchen store. Actually are there any other departments in a kitchen store?
Wallop – there wonderful when you can get them.
Whip – well everyone needs one.
On the see-saw diet plan I was back up this week, two pounds. I weigh on Fridays and we spent most of the weekend getting Mollie ready for camp. Nick says we have to talk about the gain but when you are painting walls, trim, cabinets and furniture sometimes there is never a good stopping point. Maybe sometimes this week.
What else is going on? I did go to our walking park Friday, trying to get in a little exercise. And walking on a nice flat surface I managed to fall down bruising my hand and my hip. I got our pretty lucky though – as Mollie so kindly pointed out. Her comment was “You need to be more careful Mom, at your age you could break a hip!” I’m still trying to decide if I’m picking her up when camp is over.
PS there is a new story at Cassie's Space for those interested.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Strange 4th of July
Not the best weekend, I was in bad mood all day Saturday. I had planned to do a lot of writing but that didn’t work out. We got more painting done. We celebrated the 4 on Friday with a large family picnic so Saturday was pretty much a blank. I didn’t even get around to answering emails but I will.
Today Mollie is headed to camp for a week. This will be her 9th year and probably her last as a camper. She may go next year as a counselor.
I hope I can get out of my mood for next week. We will have time to ourselves and its Nick’s last week before he returns to work so I hope we can relax and enjoy one another.
Today Mollie is headed to camp for a week. This will be her 9th year and probably her last as a camper. She may go next year as a counselor.
I hope I can get out of my mood for next week. We will have time to ourselves and its Nick’s last week before he returns to work so I hope we can relax and enjoy one another.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Fantasy Friday - Empty
I’m so sorry. There is no story today. I love Fantasy Friday and I really want it to continue but that’s up to all of you that read it. I just haven’t gotten any stories. I know that if I had called on Kaylynn she would have come through for me because I know she is working on several stories. But, bless her heart, I can’t keep bugging her. Florida Dom, I am thrilled to say, has his own site now. I am working on some stories (most are being held captive on my sick computer) but Fantasy Friday isn’t a place for me to just put up my work – I can do that the other 6 days of the week.
So I have to decide where to go from here. There will be more Fantasy Friday stories but I won’t have enough for every week if I don’t get more stories from you. I like to think of FF as a place for anyone out there to try their hand at writing. You can get feed back while still be completely anonymous. Stories can be long or very short – wild or tame. Trust me we like them all!
I have had the privilege of hosting 94 Fantasy Friday stories!! I think that is amazing and I want to thank each person that has ever written one and allowed me to share it with my readers. What do you think about an occasional re-run? Since they go back nearly 2 years I know that the first ones will be new to many of you. But I also know how some people view re-runs. Please let me know what you think.If you are willing to write a story for us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com I will tell as much or as little about you as you would like. I sure hope everyone wants Fantasy Friday to continue!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
A Sad Computer Tale
I think most of my readers know that I am pretty attached to my laptop. I found blogs just over three years ago and at that time I had a very old laptop with a cracked screen. Before discovering blogs I probably used it about twice a month to check my emails.
So I find blogs in May of ’06 and suddenly the laptop became permanently attached to my lap. By July I couldn’t take it any more so I went out and got a new laptop – my baby! That laptop and I have formed a pretty good friendship. Together we told Nick about my secret desire for spanking that I had kept hidden for nearly a quarter of a century, we met Eva – my twin and the best friend I had ever had. Together we met so many other wonderful people. We wrote stories, posts and emails galore. Many letters are worn off, the E, R, T are gone along with the I, H, K, L and D. We have written Nick many assignments and help us grow so much closer. That computer holds many pictures – family ones for sure as well as some fine spanking pictures I have found over the years.
It was way back in December that I first noticed a little problem with her not closing just right. I was very gentle opening and closing her. But the problem got worse. So I began leaving her opened all the time and stopped taking her on trip with us (we took Nick’s instead). I was really good to her but it kept getting worse and worse and finally one Saturday, near the end of May, the screen part just fell back and there was nothing to do but take her to the hospital.
I got the expected and dreaded ‘We’ll send it off. Should be about 2 weeks’. I waited – didn’t like it, but I waited. Two weeks later I get the call, a recorded message saying my baby was back!! Before I could make it to the car the phone rings again. A live member of the geek squad is calling to say that a new screen had been put on but when then turned it on to check it there was a large line across the screen. They were sending it back, should be another two weeks, AAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGG!!
Be patient, be patient. Tap, tap, tap, pace, pace, pace… the two additional weeks crawl by and the again the call comes. Off we go, plug her in there to be sure everything works and head home! Hit my recliner, grab the cord, plug her in … try to plug her in again… the plug won’t go. WTF! All they did was replace the screen!! This was the same cord I had used before she got sick… was I losing my mind?? But the plug wasn’t working and I was very, very sad.
So today, back to Best Buy for the next round. It seems they did change more than the screen; in fact they changed nearly everything. But they failed to send a new cord along with the new port. They’re mailing me a new one – should take about two weeks – geeze, do then not know any other increment of time???
That noise you hear is me grinding my teeth.
So I find blogs in May of ’06 and suddenly the laptop became permanently attached to my lap. By July I couldn’t take it any more so I went out and got a new laptop – my baby! That laptop and I have formed a pretty good friendship. Together we told Nick about my secret desire for spanking that I had kept hidden for nearly a quarter of a century, we met Eva – my twin and the best friend I had ever had. Together we met so many other wonderful people. We wrote stories, posts and emails galore. Many letters are worn off, the E, R, T are gone along with the I, H, K, L and D. We have written Nick many assignments and help us grow so much closer. That computer holds many pictures – family ones for sure as well as some fine spanking pictures I have found over the years.
It was way back in December that I first noticed a little problem with her not closing just right. I was very gentle opening and closing her. But the problem got worse. So I began leaving her opened all the time and stopped taking her on trip with us (we took Nick’s instead). I was really good to her but it kept getting worse and worse and finally one Saturday, near the end of May, the screen part just fell back and there was nothing to do but take her to the hospital.
I got the expected and dreaded ‘We’ll send it off. Should be about 2 weeks’. I waited – didn’t like it, but I waited. Two weeks later I get the call, a recorded message saying my baby was back!! Before I could make it to the car the phone rings again. A live member of the geek squad is calling to say that a new screen had been put on but when then turned it on to check it there was a large line across the screen. They were sending it back, should be another two weeks, AAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGG!!
Be patient, be patient. Tap, tap, tap, pace, pace, pace… the two additional weeks crawl by and the again the call comes. Off we go, plug her in there to be sure everything works and head home! Hit my recliner, grab the cord, plug her in … try to plug her in again… the plug won’t go. WTF! All they did was replace the screen!! This was the same cord I had used before she got sick… was I losing my mind?? But the plug wasn’t working and I was very, very sad.
So today, back to Best Buy for the next round. It seems they did change more than the screen; in fact they changed nearly everything. But they failed to send a new cord along with the new port. They’re mailing me a new one – should take about two weeks – geeze, do then not know any other increment of time???
That noise you hear is me grinding my teeth.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Gradituesday V
Vega – My very first car; the car that rusted on the showroom floor.
Vagina – A very important girl part. This makes us so very special.
Validate – I have enjoyed being validated by so many other good people who share my interest in spanking.
Valedictorian – Trust me they make the very best lovers!!
Voice – To talk, to communicate, to connect, to explain, to question, to sing, to shout, to argue, to open up, to teach, to comfort, to love…
Visit – That what I feel like we do everyday out here. I really enjoy it.
Virgin – The word had lost its importance for me until by daughter became a teenager. Now it has suddenly become a very important word again.
Veterinary – I loved the one I worked for. He was so good with the animals, such an ass to those of us who worked for him, a nasty temper with most humans, and finally a completely loyal and generous friend.
Vanilla – But only as a scent or a flaver. NOT as a way of life!!
Update
As for the diet update things went pretty well this week. But I have to be honest I did go back on the diet pills for a while. After the last three week of pure stress at work, an arthritis flair up which kept me from the gym and put me on steroids which made me gain weight and topped off with 4 days of Eva's wonderful cooking - I had to do something. So back on the pills, back to the gym and off the snacks resulted in a 3.8 pound loss! I'll take it.I have had a hard time keeping my mind on the diet and keep any kind of motivation going in my head, even with Nick's help. But one of my best friends has offered to be my diet buddy. We have to talk and see just how we can encourage one another, short term contest maybe. I need short term goals - maybe a week at a time or something. She and I will talk and I'll let you know.
Meanwhile I got the following from my SIL. It seem to express many of my feelings about diet and exercise so I thought I would share.
The Importance of Exercise
Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.
My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he's 97 years old and we don't know where he is.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.
I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there.
Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.
I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say, 'Well, she looks good doesn't she.'
If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years,...... just getting over the hill.
We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
AND
Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.
You could run this over to your friends
But just e-mail it to them!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A new blog in town
I just wanted to pop in and let you know that there is a new blogger in our little part of blogland. With a little pushing, shoving and nudging Florida Dom has started his own site, Florida Dom's Corner. He has been an enormous help to me keeping Fantasy Friday going but his work deserves a home of it's own. He will be re-posting his 'Training Lisa' story over at his new site. And very soon he will be posting a new chapter over there (I got to read it early and I think you are going to like it!). Please drop by and welcome him.
http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Chaos on the home front
I am totally overwhelmed and fighting to survive utter chaos. I am so sore from getting up off the floor and down off ladders. Painting and carpeting two rooms at the same time is not for the faint of heart or anyone with a rocky marriage. You can’t imagine the amount of ‘stuff’ the children have collected over the years. None of which Mollie seems ready to part with.Nick and I agree on most things although he was not wild about the pink spots Mollie painted on her pretty new brown walls. I didn’t like it either but we are trying to be open minded. Nick and I chose the carpet in only minutes. We usually agree on things like that. It’s little things that are likely to annoy me but Nick doesn’t hear quite as well as he used to so I can safely mutter under my breath when he annoys me and that seem to help me get it out of my system.
But I can’t get out in my sun room – LJ’s bed, all the clothes from both kid’s closets (we’re painting closets too), game from closet shelves are all out there. Mollie’s huge bookcase and her massive dresser are in the tiny eating area of my kitchen. The couch is covered – with what I’m not sure. The other chair is surrounded by boxes of tapes, CD’s, photo albums, stuffed animals, sports trophies, and books.
The painting should be done soon – the carpet will be a few weeks and we don’t want to move everything back before that but Arrrrrrgggg! Messiness doesn’t both me but this is way beyond that.
But really don’t mind me. I am just letting off a little steam. Things are good here. The house will look good when it is all done. We even got in a little play time the other day while Mollie was babysitting. Nick doesn’t have to begin his new job until the middle of July and for the first month it will only be part time. He goes back to full time near when I head back to school. So we are really in a good place to ease back in this big change in our lives. So there is my rant for the day, I’ll be back when I get through painting!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Fantasy Friday - Training Lisa, part 6
On this beautiful warm first Friday of Summer I can tell you this story will do nothing to cool you off. Yes Florida Dom has given us another sizzling part of his Training Lisa story. I have emailed Florida Dom often (he is one of the nicest men you would ever want to meet - but completely taken ladies) . He has expressed concern that his stories might be too heavy into BDSM for my readers taste. Seeing the number of hits I get with each of his new stories I have assured him this isn't the case. I think many of us do enjoy stories that push our limits. I enjoy reading of places that I may never go but none the less excite me. Florida Dom's stories do just that. If you haven't been reading go here to find the links for the first parts.Now sit back and enjoy...
Training Lisa, Part 6
Lisa was a bundle of nerves as her Sir opened the door to his bondage room. She was scared and excited at the same time. She knew she was getting wet just thinking about what lay ahead. She had found out like she liked pain and it turned into pleasure for her. And she
liked submitting to her Sir, following his orders and being controlled by him. This was what she had fantasized about for a long time and now it was a reality.But she didn't know what her limits were and how far was he going to push her. She didn't know how much pain she could take and she was now going to find out. Her Sir was ready to take her to the next level. This was a big test for her so he could find out how much she wanted. He wanted to go to her limits, to scare her, to make her scream out in pain that eventually turnedto pleasure. But he didn't want to go too far and scare her away. He wanted to give her what she wanted. Now he had to find out exactly what that was.
So has he opened the door, they were both looking for answers. He was fully dressed and she was on the floor, on her hands and knees, blindfolded and naked with a collar around her neck attached to a leash that was in his hand. He had found out that being a pet was a turnon for her and after some hesitation, she was even willing to drink out of a bowl like a real pet.
As he pulled on the leash and she started walking on her hands and knees, they entered the bondage room and he closed the door and she heard him lock it. She shuddered a bit. She knew there was no turning back. But she was eager to find out what was going to come next and how she would deal with it.
He had told her that once they started, she could use her safeword at any time and bring everything to a halt. But he warned her that if she did that, he wouldn't push the envelope any farther. And she might miss out on a lot. If she were able to endure the pain, he would bring her to heights that she couldn't imagine. She could scream all she wanted. He had soundproofed the
room. But he would ignore the screams and go forward as long as she didn't use the safeword.
As promised, he then took off her blindfold. It was the first time she had been without the blindfold in his presence. It took her a while to adjust to the light after being in the dark with the blindfold over her eyes. But he was wearing a hood so she couldn't see his face. She would be denied that privilege until she passed his test. But her stomach flipped when she saw his
muscular shoulders. He had the body of a man who works out and takes care of himself. She couldn't wait to see his face, but she knew that wasn't her decision to make. She knew she had one more test to meet before she got that privilege.
She also was stunned as she looked around the bondage room. On one wall were all kinds of floggers and canes. And nipple clamps and ropes. On one table was an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, needles, shaving cream and a razor. She shuddered at the sight of the needles. She didn't even like to get shots. But she knew if he planned to decorate her body with needles, she would accept it. She had come this far and she was willing to accept whatever he wanted to do to her. She was determined to show him she wanted to submit to whatever he had planned for her.
And she noticed the other three walls had floor length mirrors and the ceiling also had a mirror on it so she could see what was going on from several angles. And there was a video camera set up in the corner. He told he wanted a record of this day for his enjoyment so he could relive it in the future if she passed the test.
As he led her around the room, she also saw his bondage table, his St. Andrews cross, a spanking bench, wrist cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling and a stand with a dildo attached to the top. She noticed it appeared to be just tall enough to fit in her.pussy when she was standing up. He told her he had built it specifically for her. And there was a cage with a mattress, a blanket and a bowl of water. She figured she would be spending time in it.
On another table were several lit candles. She knew this probably meant that wax play was going to be something she would have to endure during this session. She wondered how she would cope with hot wax being dribbled on her naked body. She assumed she was going to find out. Seeing everything in the room filled her with conflicting emotions. She knew this was going to be an
intense session. She knew she was going to have to accept more pain than she had ever dealt with before. But she was starting to understand that she must be a pain slut. Just the thought of the pain and the bondage he had planned for her was a huge turnon. She knew she was getting so wet that she might go over the top just from the pain. And the thought of getting orgasms from
the pain turned her on even more. She felt like she was gushing.
He suddenly broke her train of thought with a question.
Are you ready? he asked. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready for this but she knew she had only give one answer. "Yes, Sir,'' she said.
Are you willingly ready to submit to whatever I have planned for you? Again, she didn't know if she'd ever be ready, but she found herself almost eager to get started. She now wanted to find out if she had any limits, if she could submit fully to his wishes. Again, she answered in a soft voice, "Yes, Sir.''
Are you happy to be under my control and live by my rules? This answer was easy. She had fantasized a long time about submitting to a Sir who would bring her to new heights. "Yes, Sir,'' she said.
He then tugged her leash and led her to the bondage table, told her to stand up and sit on the table. He then gently laid her down on the table on her back and put cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She then pulled her arms and secured them tightly to the front legs of t
he table. He then spread her legs and tied them tightly to the bottom legs of the table. She was now spread eagled. He then took off her dog collar and replaced it with a posture collar that covered her entire neck and prevented her from lifting her neck. And then he tied a strap across her forehead to make sure she couldn't move her head. Now she couldn't virtually move a muscle. She was completely tied down. Just to make sure, he poked a needle in one of her tits. By reflex action, she tried to move but she couldn't move at all. She could only watch what was going on while looking at the ceiling mirror. He smiled. Now he had her bound the way he wanted.He then took a pair of her panties out of his pocket. He had her wear panties that day instead of her usual thong because he waned her scent on them. He then pushed them inside of her pussy to absorb all of her juices. He then took the panties out, folded them and put them on her nose so she could sniff her scent and have evidence of how turned on she was, how much she wanted
this. He told her the panties had another purpose. She was allowed to scream, but it would not stop him. Only the safeword would stop him. But he preferred her to process the pain and if he decided her screams were distracting him, he were stuff the panties in her mouth.
He was now ready to begin.
The first thing she saw in the ceiling mirror was that he was bringing the shaving cream and razor to the table. That meant he was going to shave her pussy again. He liked to begin each
session that way so she had a very smooth pussy. Her armpits, of course, were unshaven. She was not allowed to shave those. The unshaved pits were his mark on her. And she wasn't allowed to shave her own pussy. That task for reserved for him. And she liked it when she felt him squirting the shaving cream all over her pussy as she watched in the ceiling mirror.Then she watched and felt him stroking the razor across her pussy and removing all the stubble. She loved the feeling and knew she was gushing. It felt so intimate because she felt like she was offering the most intimate part of her body to him. As he kept wielding the razor over her pussy, she wanted to wiggle in her excitement, but she was tied down too securely to move. That added to the sensation as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. After he finished, he wiped a warm towel over her pussy to get rid of the last of the shaving cream. Oh, that felt so good to her. She again tried to wiggle, but she couldn't and she started to sweat. She knew she was right on the
verge of coming if only he touched her more. As she groaned, she said, "please.''
The mood was suddenly broken when she felt him slap one of her tits. Hard. She was stunned. But he reminded her that she was not to beg to come. She would get a chance to come if she were a good girl and submitted to the pain, but she would do it on his schedule, not hers. "I'm sorry sir,'' she said. "It won't happen again.'' He replied, "It better not.''
He then asked her the question that she dreaded and yet was eager to hear at the same time. "Are you ready for pain,'' he asked. "Yes, sir,'' she said.
He then brought a tray of lit candles in glass containers to the table. She knew what was
next. Wax play. She had read about wax play. But she hadn't experienced it. The thought of that hot candle wax dribbling on her body scared her. She didn't want to get burned. She figured he would give her pain, but trusted him enough that he wouldn't burn her. She didn't know it, but he knew how to do it to give her pain, but not burn her. The key to wax play was the height from which it was dropped. It cooled in the air. So he got on a step stool and held the glass with the candle in it several feel above her. He would judge the right height from her reaction. He wanted her to feel pain but didn't want to leave her any burns.She was apprehensive as she watched in the ceiling as he held the glass with the candle above her. She was almost gasping for breath as she awaited her fate. And suddenly, he turned the glass over and she felt the wax falling on her tits. She flinched but was surprised to find out it wasn't that hot. When he saw she didn't flinch much, he lowered it the next time. She gasped,
but he saw it didn't burn her. He had the right height. It caused her pain, but didn't burn the skin. So he started dribbling it over her. He planned to cover the front of her body from her tits to her pussy.
She was able to process the pain and found it was turning her on as the wax from candle after candle continued to dribble on her body. She knew she was a pain slut. She loved the fact she was submitting to him and accepting the pain he wanted her to feel. She again tried to wiggle and buck against her bonds, but she couldn't move. Finally, when she was covered, he stopped and
she exhaled. She had endured the pain without using her safeword. She had gasped and groaned, but hadn't screamed at a full pitch and he hadn't stuffed the panties in her mouth. As she lay there quietly now that the first stage was over and processed everything in her mind, he decided to she show her how turned on she was. He took the panties and once again shoved them in her
pussy to soak up her juices once again. And then he took them out and once again put them on top of her nose. As she breathed in her scent, she realized it had become stronger. The wax play had stimulated her.
She also need time to come down from the experience and her Sir quietly petted her as she
collected her wits about her and started wondering what was next. As he went to the wall and took down one of his canes, she knew. A caning was next on his agenda. He told her that he would cane some of the wax off her body, but she would get pleasure from the pain. The thought of getting pleasure made her smile, but she knew she'd also have to endure the pain.As she lay thinking about her conflicting emotions, she saw him raise his arm in the ceiling mirror and quickly felt the lash against her tits. The wax came flying off, but a thin red stripe also appeared on her tits. She gasped as he kept the blows coming and she started crying. The pain wracked her body. She didn't know how much more she could take, but then he rubbed her
clit and she came in a shudder. Her body almost exploded against her bonds. And then he repeated the process. She felt the pain and came again. And again. She was getting exhausted as her body kept reaching new heights. She started panting as she processed both the pain and the pleasure. She wanted it to stop and yet to wanted more. She started sweating and felt like it was an out of body experience as she saw herself in the ceiling mirror trying to move in her tight bonds.
Just when she didn't think she could take it anymore, he stopped. She just exhaled and sighed. She had come so many times that she didn't think she could do it again. And she could see in the ceiling mirrors that the front of her body was covered with red stripes and welts. They stung, but she felt relieved that she had absorbed everything he had given her. She was happy that
she had pleased him. As she lay there catching her breath, he again took her panties and stuffed them in her pussy one more time to absorb more of her fluids. And then he put them on her nose and she drank in the scent. She liked the smell that showed how turned on she was submitting to him.
He then took a knife, scraped the rest of the wax off her body and then treated her welts and stripes with cream. Oh, that felt so good. And then he untied her and she stretched her legs and arms, which were almost numb of being tied so tightly. He had her sit up on the table and he sat down next to her and cuddled her, petting her, giving her aftercare and congratulating her
for being a good girl. As he stroked her, he reminded her that she had met his expectations and that he was pleased with her. She loved to hear that. Hearing that she had pleased her Sir made her tingle all over.
He then tied the dog collar back around her neck, attached the leash and had her slide off the table back on her hands and knees. He then led her to her cage and told her to enter it. He slapped her butt as she went on and told her that this afternoon, it would get some red coloring. But first, he locked her in the cage and told her to rest. She stretched out onto the mattress, thinking about everything that had happened and savoring it.
As he left the room, she wondered what else he had in store for her in the afternoon. She wound find out soon enough.
~~~oo0oo~~~
Florida Dom always leaves me hungry to know what is going to happen next. Florida Dom you have my thanks once again!! Please leave him a comment to tell him what you think and encourage him to keep going! You can contact him directly at swdftbscribe@aol.com
Fantasy Friday is a place where anyone and everyone is invited to join in and submit stories. And I do need more stories. If you are thinking of starting a blog, if you have always wanted to try your hand at writing but never had a place for anyone to read it - here's a place to get your feet wet. Please, give it a try. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
Fantasy Friday is a place where anyone and everyone is invited to join in and submit stories. And I do need more stories. If you are thinking of starting a blog, if you have always wanted to try your hand at writing but never had a place for anyone to read it - here's a place to get your feet wet. Please, give it a try. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Another New Beginning
I have good news and bad news, well not really bad but not wonderful, well it could be wonderful but I don’t know. Can you tell I’m not sure how I feel about this?
Nick got a job! He worked at one job for nearly 30 years before the place closed. Then he got another one in the same industry for about a year – and they shut down operations. That’s been just over 2 ½ years ago. He’s been looking ever since. This will be the same kind of job but in a different industry.
Although it was hard to adjust to him being out of work and living on just one salary, we got used to it. It seemed funny to have him around all the time at first but I came to love it. I am really going to miss him!
So it’s another new beginning for us and we will readjust. But I have to tell you that I am most grateful that this was the point in our marriage when he was out of work for an extended period. We have become closer than I ever dreamed possible and I am positive that job or no job we will not let that slip away.
Oh… what is the job? I’m not exactly sure. It has something to do with screwing… or making screws. You know maybe I need to get more clarification on that!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Paint me busy...
I am beginning to wonder if Nick and I have bitten off more than we can chew. Let’s blame it all on Mollie. She wants LJ’s room. I’ve been fighting this for years. I held her off for a few years by crying every time she mentioned it. I really didn’t do that intentionally it was just that every time I thought of LJ really not living here anymore it broke my heart.
But gradually over time I have become a realist. He doesn’t live here any more. He has only spent about 5 or 6 nights here in the last 2 years. And two of those nights were Christmas Eves so I guess I have to face it, my little boy doesn't live with me anymore.
I was against having her so close to our room – Kaylynn teased me that they make soundproof paint – but they don’t dog-gone-it. It will be alright. We’ve found the best time to get wild and crazy and noisy when she is out of the house anyway.
But all this means we have to get all the stuff out of LJ’s room so we can paint it for Mollie. His stuff is now all over the house now but mostly in the sun room. We almost have his old room painted. Next we need to empty Mollie’s room (Eva and Adam’s new room when they visit) so we can paint it. So we can’t move LJ’s stuff in there until we get it done. Then there’s the carpet…
Apparently when we weren’t looking both of our kids must have slaughtered animals on their carpets. I can’t imagine anything else that could have made such stains! So we want to change the carpet in both rooms. More furniture moving… nothing on the closet floors, in general just a pain in the butt! And then if we aren’t completely burnt out we need to paint our bedroom – it probably hasn’t been painted in over 10 years. Geeze I’m tired just thinking about it all. But I have some special company coming this summer and I want the house to look presentable!
So busy summer, lots to get done but Nick and I get to spend a lot of time together and the house will look great when it is all done. And you know throughout all this I just bet I’ll find time to be on the computer a little!
But gradually over time I have become a realist. He doesn’t live here any more. He has only spent about 5 or 6 nights here in the last 2 years. And two of those nights were Christmas Eves so I guess I have to face it, my little boy doesn't live with me anymore.
I was against having her so close to our room – Kaylynn teased me that they make soundproof paint – but they don’t dog-gone-it. It will be alright. We’ve found the best time to get wild and crazy and noisy when she is out of the house anyway.
But all this means we have to get all the stuff out of LJ’s room so we can paint it for Mollie. His stuff is now all over the house now but mostly in the sun room. We almost have his old room painted. Next we need to empty Mollie’s room (Eva and Adam’s new room when they visit) so we can paint it. So we can’t move LJ’s stuff in there until we get it done. Then there’s the carpet…
Apparently when we weren’t looking both of our kids must have slaughtered animals on their carpets. I can’t imagine anything else that could have made such stains! So we want to change the carpet in both rooms. More furniture moving… nothing on the closet floors, in general just a pain in the butt! And then if we aren’t completely burnt out we need to paint our bedroom – it probably hasn’t been painted in over 10 years. Geeze I’m tired just thinking about it all. But I have some special company coming this summer and I want the house to look presentable!
So busy summer, lots to get done but Nick and I get to spend a lot of time together and the house will look great when it is all done. And you know throughout all this I just bet I’ll find time to be on the computer a little!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Gradituesday U
Ultimatum – That’s just a sexy thing for a spanko.
Uneasy – The delicious feeling you get when your spanker give you that look.
Uncomfortable – I have spent the last 35 years or so being comfortable – bored but comfortable. The original discussion with Nick about spanking was uncomfortable. And I am most grateful for the times my rear end has been uncomfortable since!
USA – I don’t always agree with all decisions our government makes, but I love it here and I am proud to live here.
Uranus – I am so grateful that I got to quit teaching science so I do not have to teach 6th graders about Uranus.
Understudy – I will be grateful for any part my son may ever get!!
Unique – Every one of my friends out here are completely unique. And I am grateful for each and every one of you!
Understood – I am grateful to find a place after all these years where I feel understood.
Unhealthy (foods) – Sadly they taste the very best: chips, donuts, candy, snack cakes, Cheetos, suckers, Dortios, honey roasted peanuts, pork skins, popcorn, brownies, pop tarts, marshmallows, honey buns, crackers, cookies, fried apple pies, moonpies, soft drinks, Big Macks, hot dogs, deep fried oreos, Little Debbie’s cakes, sugar pops, ice cream, fries…
Now isn’t that a great way to segue into a diet update. The news wasn’t good before I ate all of Eva’s wonderful cooking. Nick was really very understanding but he had put an upper limit on what he would tolerate. Unfortunately I was over that – by a lousy 2 tenths of a pound. But I will have to admit that showed a solid 2 pounds gain that I can’t blame of scale fluctuations. From my lowest point I am up a full 7 pounds and I want this to STOP! Thankfully Nick does too. The hairbrush came out and he wasn’t kidding when he says he wants to see a two pound loss this week.
Nick was very kind during these crazy last few weeks. Maybe he should have been stricter but I was pretty stressed and I know he really wasn’t sure whether forcing me to the gym or spanking for the gains would help relieve my stress or add to it. And to be really honest I am not sure myself which it would have done. I was content to let him do what he thought best for me at the time. Often he really does seem to know what is best for me better than I do.
But back to the diet, I like that he has given me a specific goal for this week – 2 pounds, tough but doable if I go back to what has worked in the past. I am also happy that he is not ignoring the gain. Now that summer is here I have no doubt he is going to stay on top of things and not let me backslide. Dieting sure is easier when there is a loving husband holding a hairbrush standing behind you!
Uneasy – The delicious feeling you get when your spanker give you that look.
Uncomfortable – I have spent the last 35 years or so being comfortable – bored but comfortable. The original discussion with Nick about spanking was uncomfortable. And I am most grateful for the times my rear end has been uncomfortable since!
USA – I don’t always agree with all decisions our government makes, but I love it here and I am proud to live here.
Uranus – I am so grateful that I got to quit teaching science so I do not have to teach 6th graders about Uranus.
Understudy – I will be grateful for any part my son may ever get!!
Unique – Every one of my friends out here are completely unique. And I am grateful for each and every one of you!
Understood – I am grateful to find a place after all these years where I feel understood.
Unhealthy (foods) – Sadly they taste the very best: chips, donuts, candy, snack cakes, Cheetos, suckers, Dortios, honey roasted peanuts, pork skins, popcorn, brownies, pop tarts, marshmallows, honey buns, crackers, cookies, fried apple pies, moonpies, soft drinks, Big Macks, hot dogs, deep fried oreos, Little Debbie’s cakes, sugar pops, ice cream, fries…
Now isn’t that a great way to segue into a diet update. The news wasn’t good before I ate all of Eva’s wonderful cooking. Nick was really very understanding but he had put an upper limit on what he would tolerate. Unfortunately I was over that – by a lousy 2 tenths of a pound. But I will have to admit that showed a solid 2 pounds gain that I can’t blame of scale fluctuations. From my lowest point I am up a full 7 pounds and I want this to STOP! Thankfully Nick does too. The hairbrush came out and he wasn’t kidding when he says he wants to see a two pound loss this week.Nick was very kind during these crazy last few weeks. Maybe he should have been stricter but I was pretty stressed and I know he really wasn’t sure whether forcing me to the gym or spanking for the gains would help relieve my stress or add to it. And to be really honest I am not sure myself which it would have done. I was content to let him do what he thought best for me at the time. Often he really does seem to know what is best for me better than I do.
But back to the diet, I like that he has given me a specific goal for this week – 2 pounds, tough but doable if I go back to what has worked in the past. I am also happy that he is not ignoring the gain. Now that summer is here I have no doubt he is going to stay on top of things and not let me backslide. Dieting sure is easier when there is a loving husband holding a hairbrush standing behind you!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The stress SHOULD be over!
We are just back from a wonderful vacation, schools out for the summer, stress is gone – everything should be wonderful in my life, right? But something Nick said yesterday has clouded everything. It was like being thrown in ice water – how could he be so cruel? What did this usually kind man say to me? Looking at the little table beside my recliner – with three or four empty cups sitting there he said “Now that you’re not teaching I think you can take care of your own empties”. Can you believe it? Good grief! What’s next – putting my own dishes in the dishwasher? Sweeping? Mopping? COOKING? Heavens, is laundry in my future??
This is no minor problem folks! Do you realize that if he expects me to actually do something around here it will cut into my 24/7 computer time. Maybe you all could explain to him that you need my mindless drivel to get through your day! Oh well, maybe not.
One other thing happened Saturday. Nick used the gift he gave me for our 20th anniversary – without my permission I might add – and broke it! Now this gift was a replacement of the wedding gift he gave me 26 years ago and if I recall correctly he broke that first one too. I know some of you may remember these truly romantic gifts he has given me throughout our marriage but if not scroll down.
Yes here you see a perfect likeness of the wedding gift he gave me and the replacement he gave me for our 20th wedding anniversary. I'm not kidding when I tell you he is a true romantic.
So do you think I can get over all this, the broken gift, the heartless way he spoke to me? I don’t know if I can forgive him or not but my guess would be that several spanking and some wild monkey sex would go a long way to getting me in a forgiving mood. I’ll let you know if he tries to get on my good side!
This is no minor problem folks! Do you realize that if he expects me to actually do something around here it will cut into my 24/7 computer time. Maybe you all could explain to him that you need my mindless drivel to get through your day! Oh well, maybe not.
One other thing happened Saturday. Nick used the gift he gave me for our 20th anniversary – without my permission I might add – and broke it! Now this gift was a replacement of the wedding gift he gave me 26 years ago and if I recall correctly he broke that first one too. I know some of you may remember these truly romantic gifts he has given me throughout our marriage but if not scroll down.
Yes here you see a perfect likeness of the wedding gift he gave me and the replacement he gave me for our 20th wedding anniversary. I'm not kidding when I tell you he is a true romantic.
So do you think I can get over all this, the broken gift, the heartless way he spoke to me? I don’t know if I can forgive him or not but my guess would be that several spanking and some wild monkey sex would go a long way to getting me in a forgiving mood. I’ll let you know if he tries to get on my good side!
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