Fantasy Friday - Safety Matters

Happy Friday! I'm back at work and Fridays have taken on an even more special meaning for me. Today we have a brand new story!! I was so excited to get this one. It comes from a brand new writer - brand new! The author is Lillian. She is a few decades younger than I am and while she has been reading spanking stories for a while this was her first attempt at writing one. I think you'll be as impressed as I was.

So please enjoy...

Safety Matters

“Unbelievable,” Joe muttered under his breath.

“You ok?” Sean asked around a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, I’m fine” but she’s not gonna be when I get done with her, Joe thought. He couldn’t believe she would run in the park. Alone. AGAIN! Oh just wait, he thought.

“Hey, I know we haven’t had lunch together in forever, but I have to cut this short, and I won’t be back at the office the rest of the day either, tell Paul I got sick or something k?”

“Yeah sure, but Paul isn’t going to like it. Where are you going anyway? We finally escape the office to have lunch in the great outdoors and now you’re running off? What gives?” Sean complained.

Joe knew it was true, every since he had gotten married eight months ago he hadn’t been a very good friend. But now was not the time to deal with Sean.

“Tell you what,” Joe said getting to his feet “pick a weekend this month and we will go fishing. No matter what I will make it work, just name the date. Right now though, I really have to go. Enjoy the rest of the pizza.”

Taking off at a slow jog, Joe left the river bank and headed for the parking lot. As he slid into his car he started looking for Becky’s. How could she do this again? He thought outraged. She was running in the park alone. Hadn’t he told her before he would run with her, she just had to wait for him to get home from work. How would he feel if someone hurt her just because she couldn’t wait to go running? And how often was she running here without telling him? The park was too dense with trees for it to be safe for a woman to run alone. It was too easy for someone to hide.
This was the one and only fight they had had while dating. When he discovered she ran alone he had made her swear not to do it anymore. And when he found out a month later that she had indeed started running alone again, it had been the start to their discipline relationship.

He smiled briefly at the thought of that day. Finding her sweat dampened running suit. Racing through the house to find her reading on the couch. Turning her over his knee and laying in with the hardest swats he could muster.

He smiled again. Her surprise. His surprise. Sure he had thought about it in the past with other women, but never had he spanked anyone. Never had he loved someone enough that he would do anything to keep her safe, including discipline her.

She had yelled, then finally given in to his harsh treatment. When the anger was gone, and she just cried, he let her up and just held her. When the tears stopped, she apologized and once again promised to never do it again.

She never questioned the fact I had just turned her bottom red. She never asked if it would happen again. Somehow they both just knew it would.

And it did. Once for a bounced check and another for not going to the doctor before her bronchitis turned to pneumonia (though she had had to wait till she was better for that spanking). And even once again for running alone. There had been other times too. Spankings had started to add up over the course of their two year relationship. He smiled again at the thought of some of the more fun ones. Then he sighed as he finally spotted her car.

He parked a ways away. He didn’t want her to see his car before he was ready. He sighed again as he took in where she parked. Directly next to a thick set of trees, a perfect place for someone to hide, he thought miserably.

~~~~~

Wiping her neck Becky sighed. I guess I had better get home before Joe does. I need to make sure to throw these cloths in the wash and take a shower, She thought. She enjoyed running, it was one of her favorite activities outside of… well let’s be honest… sex. Both got her blood pumping and her adrenaline going. She smiled; maybe she would do something “bad” tonight….

Her thoughts trailed off as one of her favorite songs came on her IPod. She turned it up just a little louder and sped up for the last quarter mile of her run. With her car in sight and the music blaring she ran thoughtlessly.

Suddenly and without warning, hot hands grasped her. One on her upper arm, then before she could turn, another over her mouth. She was off her feet in an instant. The hands that grasped her were strong. Bruising her arm as they lifted her.

She tried to fight. Tried to scream. Tried to get away. Then it hit her. She was going to die. Someone was really going to drag her off in the woods and kill her. Or at the very least rape her. Oh gosh, Joe! He would never forgive her. Never get over this.

As soon as she stopped fighting, she was placed back on her feet. Gradually, the hand on her arm started to loosen. And the one on her mouth released her. She opened her mouth to scream and found herself being spun around and lips catching hers. Pulling, biting, seeking. She tried to pull away but the force of the man’s (she knew it was a man now from the hardness that pressed against her thigh) hands keep her tightly against him. She opened her eyes, if she lived through this she wanted to be able to tell the police everything.

“OOOOOUU,” came out as she saw who held her for the first time.

Joe looked down at her half scared, half relieved face as she realized she was safe. He released her mouth but not her body. The tremors were sudden then, just like the tears. She shook and cried into his shirt as he held her.

“I love you. I love you more than anything” he whispered as she shook. She was trying to say something in reply but it was lost in her sobs, so he just held her until she was reduced to sniffles.

“What were you thinking?” he murmured into her hair. “Becky, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” she cried with a fresh wave of tears.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” he yelled with renewed anger. “Do you know how easily it could have been someone else who grabbed you? Someone else who kissed you? Someone else who….” He shook with fear and anger. He couldn’t even think the last one.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry and it will never happen again!”

“I know it won’t I am gonna make sure of that. I think this little incident may have scared you straight but I think I will take you home and give myself some insurance that you will never even THINK about running alone again.”

“Joe, NO, I’m sorry. I swear this set me straight, I will never let it happen again! Never!”
“Hun, you know I love you, but you are going to get spanked for this one. And it’s not up for discussion. So let’s go home and get it over with.” He held her as he half carried – half walked her to her car.

“But where’s your car?” She complained as he slid her into the passenger seat of her own car.

“It’s locked; we can come back for it later after we have taken care of some business.” He gave her a quick peck then rounded the car to climb in the driver’s seat.

The ride home was a quiet one. He never wanted to have to repeat this lesson again, and he hoped that his actions in the park had finally proved to her why running alone was such a bad idea.

They got home quickly, too quickly for Becky’s liking. She knew what would come next.

“I want you to go upstairs switch into PJ bottoms, lower them and be waiting in the corner in 3 minutes.”

“Yes sir,” She replied as she climbed out of the car and hurried upstairs.

She wondered how he would spank her. The first time he had just used his hand in his hast. The next time she had been caught running alone he had used a wooden spoon on her, which stung like heck. But those were a while ago and since then many new “toys” had been added to their collection. She shuttered at the thought of what she would feel.

~~~~~

He entered the house resolved to make her feel her lesson. He was almost sure he would never have to worry about her running alone again, but he wanted to be positive.

When he entered their room she was in the corner with her PJ’s around her ankles just as he had instructed.

He sat down on the bed and called her over. She shuffled over and immediately lay over his knees.

“I’m sorry” is all she whispered as his hand cracked down for the first of many times. Over and over his hand came down. He was holding nothing back. He wanted her to feel the sting in her bottom. He wanted her to remember today forever.

Harder his swats came as he thought about the danger she had placed herself in. faster they came as he realized how easy it was to grab her.

He spanked her butt until she began to wiggle and kick, then he laid into the top of her thighs none to gently. Her butt and thighs were turning a light red color. She was crying softly and apologizing, while his hand was beginning to sting. He gave her a few more hard smacks on both her thighs and butt. Then let her up.

“Stand right there and don’t even think about touching your red ass.” He said with a little more anger than he meant. He left the room and quickly returned with their bath brush.

That thing hurts! She thought. I’m never going to sit after he gets done with me! “Please not that,” she begged aloud.

“You should thank me for giving you a nice warm-up before using it on you! Maybe you won’t bruise since I don’t plan to be gentle.”

Warm-up? Bruise? Oh gosh…

“Now bend over, hands on the mattress, ass in the air.”

She did so immediately and within seconds the first blazing strike hit. “Owww,” she cried.

Two more landed on top of the first. She stood up and grabbed her butt. “Please,” she said tears rolling down her cheeks now.

“Bend back over” he told her, “and that’s three for the hands” he added without regret.

She quickly bent back over and Joe once again started swinging without mercy. She was going to learn her lesson, even if it killed him to teach it to her. He was glad she didn’t see his face as it contorted with every stroke as she yelled out.

When he was satisfied and her butt was sore, he slowed his strikes and landed each swat with extra force and precision. When he land ten extra hard over there the course of 2 minutes and her crying and screaming became sobs, he finally stopped.

He knew he had never spanked her this hard before. But he also knew her pretty little ass had never deserved it so much before. He let her cry herself out and when her sobs reduced to sniffles he told her stand, left palm up.

Her crying became heavy again but she did as she was asked. He quickly landed three strokes across her open hand.

“Right hand now please.”

She submitted her right hand for the same punishment crying out as the sting of each stroke hit her.

“Almost done now, it’s almost over. Lay across the bed for me sweetie.” His voice was soft again. He knew she would be sore and likely even bruised. Not something he liked to do and had only happened on one occasion before.

Almost? She thought scared. But it hurts. I’m on fire. My hands hurt. I’m never going to get into trouble again. “Pleeeeease nooooo mmmmore, pleassssssse.” She begged.

“Almost done, just lay down on the bed for me.” He said almost sadly.

He left the room and returned empty handed as he entered the closet. When he came out her breath caught.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Yes, six of the best with the cane and then its over, its all over.” He had never really caned her. Once he gave her a medium hard stroke and she almost came out of her skin. Now he expected her to take SIX??

“It will be ok,” he reassured her, “but you need this, so grab a pillow and it will be over in a minute.”

She did as he said tucking her into the pillow and within a second the first stripe was on her butt.

She screamed but it was muffled in the pillow. Joe cringed as he watched the stripe go from white to an angry red welt. Before he talked himself out of the other 5 he laid them on her so fast he barely had time to breath.

He could hear her screaming even through the pillow as the last one landed.

He threw the cane down and climbed in bed next to her as she screamed and sobbed. Even without the cane hitting her she continued to scream as the pain from the last five grew.

“I love you” he said when he thought she could hear him. “I love you so much; I never want ANYTHING to happen to you.”

She was quiet for a few moments before she replied, “I love you too and I promise never to run without you. I promise. I really am sorry.” She gave him a small smile.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. And I’m sorry you’re going to be sore for the next few days, but at least I know you won’t be running.”

She smiled at him and he leaned into to kiss his thoroughly beautiful, thoroughly lovely, thoroughly spanked, wife.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Lillian, you did a fantastic job! Thank you so much for sending this. Although I am always excited to get any story, ones from new writers always make me happy. Lillian said that although she enjoys reading stories both reading and writing still feels a little taboo. She shared, "I knew if I didn't send it the second the last word was down I would have deleted it." I am sooooo glad you decided to send it!

Please leave Lillian a comment for encouragement! Not only for her but for anyone out there who is toying with the idea of writing a story but just hasn't taken the plunge yet. Come on, give it a try!! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

If you should ever send a story and don't hear from me within 24 hours please send it again. I always worry that something may end up in the span file. I try to check but something could slip by me. If you don't hear from me - I didn't get it!!!

Lillian, thanks again and please keep writing!

Notes from Tubby

Just a note to let folks know the Florida Dom has posted another Chapter in his Training Lisa series. Click on it to read.



The first day at work went very well – I stayed calm and focused and didn't attack anyone. So one work day down 180 student days to go.

You might have noticed yesterday that I didn’t include a diet update. I’m being 100% honest when I say I actually forgot it. I thought about it at about 3 this morning. I guess that there is a good reason for forgetting the diet update. It seems I’ve forgotten the diet.

I haven’t been more discouraged about weight since I started seriously changing my lifestyle to try to get healthier about 3 years ago. I lost slowly but steadily for 2 years. Then I spent over a year maintaining and finally began losing again. But I’ve lost my way somehow. I was at my lowest weight on April 24. I have gained 10 pounds since then and I just feel lost.

When I first asked Nick to help me with the weight I was so excited about everything – I had never been spanked, I had never been so open and close to Nick. The future was full of unknowns. How would spanking evolve in our relationship, would it only be erotic? Would there be discipline? Would he hold me to a lifestyle that would yield results?

This isn’t a complaint against Nick. Because right now I don’t know what would work. We don’t do DD. And I don’t think the type of spanking Nick is comfortable giving would really do it. I mean maybe if we had the privacy to deal with issues on weigh in day. But that rarely happens. There might be an implement or two that could make an impression on my mind as well as my butt. But I’m not sure whether I want to go there.

I just want to eat and eat and I don’t want to go to the gym. Even when I was going some these last few weeks didn’t seem to do me any good. Ugggggggg! I hate this!

This is just not a good time for all this. Nick is busy with his new job and for another 10 days or so I will really be swamped until school settles down to a regular routine. How do we get past this and how can I get back on track, when I really just don’t care about it?

Gradituesday

I have a few thing to be grateful for today, here goes.

I am very grateful that Nick and I each have a job. There are so many right now who have lost jobs through no fault of their own. We went through 2 ½ years with Nick out of work and looking every day. It’s hard to stay motivated that long. But now he is working and seems content in his job – I am very grateful. I know he would probably stick with it even if he hated it so seeing him happy with his job is a great relief to me. Today is my first day back so – Hi – Ho, Hi – Ho, it’s off to work I go.


Today I am also most grateful for my smart mouth, quick witted kids, my own personal ones that is. As my kids have gotten older I love their sense of humor. They may at time come off like a smart ass I can’t really complain, the apples didn’t fall far!

Mollie was heading out the door the other day to go somewhere and I automatically called as she was leaving, “I love you, drive carefully!” Mollie stopped half way out the door and came back in.

“Mom”, she started “you have so much to do during the day, you stay so busy (She was already being a smart @$$ with this comment as I had been in my recliner playing on the internet all morning) so let me save you some time. How ‘bout I just always plan on driving carefully and attentively. Then you will only have to say something to me about it on the days you want me to be careless or reckless.” She then turned and headed on out the door calling “Yes, I promise to be careful!” Sigh… what’s a mother to do?

My newest child is LJ’s boyfriend Colin. I have taken him as one of my own and his personally fits the family. He was here during the reunion. At one point several of us were looking at old pictures. I had a picture of me holding the pregnancy test when I first found out Mollie was coming. My sister and a few cousins said that they had similar pictures from their pregnancy tests. Collin looked up as though he had made a great discovery and said “Wow! That’s why mom had the picture of the dead rabbit in the front of my baby book!”

And then of course there is LJ. He and Collin are spending the week in New York City. We have been texting at least once or twice a day. This reassures me that he hasn’t been mugged and robbed of his phone. Now I personally am not a big fan of NYC so Saturday afternoon, paraphrasing from the old Green Acres song, I text “Forget Manhattan, just give me that country view.” I doubt ten seconds had passed before he text back “Darling I love you but give me Park Avenue!” That boy is quick and he does love his adoptive city!

So goes another Tuesday with many things I’m grateful for. I hope all of you are grateful for many things too.

Looks like it's that time again

I have avoided reality as long as I could. It seems that whether I want to acknowledge it or not school is starting back. Last year was a very, very hard year for me and I am determined that this year will be better.

I love teaching. Let me repeat that I LOVE TEACHING! I am not very fond of being part of ‘the educational system’ however. I am required to spend so much time ‘documenting’ what I am teaching and how I am teaching I sometimes feel teaching gets lost in the shuffle. New programs are forced on us continuously. They aren’t bad programs. It’s just that there are too many, too many ‘new programs’ that will ‘just take 5 minutes a day’ or ‘you’ll just need to fill this out and keep a record for each student’. When over the years we are given dozens of these great little programs, well you can see that the ‘5 minutes’ and the paper work add up.


Last year I let all this get to me. Not this year. I am doing everything I can to change my attitude. I was in tears many, many days from feeling overwhelmed and uncertain of how I was supposed to do all these new programs. I’m a good teacher and I have to remember that the focus is on teaching the children they put in my classes. I will do the best I can with everything that they ask me to do but I am not going to stress like I did last year.

This year I have thought it through and I think I have my priorities straight.

1. Take care of the kid in my class. They are my number one priority! I will teach them, protect them, push them, joke with them, encourage them and care for them.

2. Listen with an open mind to all the new programs for this school year and do the very best I can with each one.

3. Remember that a stresses out, sad, resentful, angry, unhappy, discouraged, overwhelmed teacher will not do my students one bit of good. So while I will try my best with the non-teaching ‘stuff’ I will not let it upset me like last year. And finally…

4. Separate my job from my real life. I have to remember not to let worries from my job keep me from enjoying my life and family!!

So there you have it. That’s my plan for this year. If I start complaining you can direct me back to this post and I’ll get focused again. So here we go – it’s going to be a great year, it’s going to be a great year … and I am going to keep repeating this to myself until I believe it!! And BTW folks, I’ll take any prayers or good thoughts you have.

And then the phone rang...

Just want to let everyone know that spanking is still alive and well at our house. Between Mollie being around and company here we hadn’t been indulging much lately but Thursday found us all alone for the whole evening.

Nick is still training and getting used to his new job. I think he likes it pretty well, he seems content. But he is also pretty tired when he comes in. When he got home last Thursday I think he took a little nap and then a shower, at the time I wasn’t paying close attention. That is until my phone rang. A sexy man was calling from our bedroom asking if I had plans for the next hour or so. Strangely enough I wasn’t involved with anything I couldn’t put on hold!

I was soon snuggled down on the bed with my wonderful husband coming after me with something wooded. I can’t remember exactly what. He was mentioning something about now being a good time to get into healthy eating mode again. I think I just groaned. He wanted to get my pants off but unfortunately these shorts had gotten tight over the past few weeks and, well let’s just say that didn’t help the situation any and there was a bit more discussion about getting back on a healthy eating plan.

Once we finally got down to the ‘bare’ essentials he got out the small leather paddle and the sting was delicious!! Knowing that sometime Nick is ready to proceed to the next fun item of the agenda before I am I lazily told him “You got about a half an hour to stop that spanking.” With that he picked up the wickedly harsh bath brush and gave me two thunderous pops! OWWWW!!

“So you want another half hour of that?” he asked. Grrrrrrr….! But then he went back to our other toys and I got just the kind of attention I love so much. I swear he still has the tendency to want to stop if he thinks I’m going past pink to a good red bottom. Why would he let a little thing like that stop him? He gave me a good long session with the belt. It’s amazing how good that can feel!!

Things then proceeded on in a lovely and sexy way. Lots of toys, vibrators, lotions, each of us received our share of pampering. It really was a lot of fun and it had been a while. Of course he may not have been telling me the whole truth about the color of my butt. When I looked afterwards it was barely pink! You would think a big strong man like Nick could keep his wife’s seat red longer that that! Maybe he just needs more practice, ya think??

Fantasy Friday - Help Wanted, Chapter 5

I view this Friday with mixed feelings. This is my last Friday of the summer and I'm not quite ready for that to be true but I am very happy to have a brand new Fantasy Friday to share with you. This is the final chapter in the Help Wanted series. If you haven't read the first four chapters I suggest you go back and read part one, part two, part three and part four by clicking on them.

I love this conclusion so please, enjoy...

Help Wanted Chapter 5

Amy fidgeted in the line at the air terminal, tears running down her cheeks. After listening to a list of places she could not go she finally demanded to be given a seat on the next plane to anywhere. Funny, acting like Mr. High and Mighty got the job done and she was soon handed a ticket to some other obscure island no one had ever heard of. No matter, the flight left in 15 minutes, and she could be miserable anywhere.

As the flight boarded an official looking man in a white panama suit diverted her from the line dragging her to an empty corridor before she realized what was happening.

“Miss Nelson, I am Inspector Malowii and I need to ask you a few questions. We have received a report of theft from a yacht at our dock. You are listed as a suspect in the matter.”

Amy’s shrieks and string of invective, delivered at the top of her lungs and all directed at RJ Drake caught the inspector off guard. His lips twitched with suppressed mirth as he tried to make himself heard over her temper.

“Miss Nelson, am I to understand you know Mr. Drake?”

“Of course I know the lying bully. I didn’t want to play his games so he sends some trumped up pet policeman to scare me into doing what he wants. You can tell Mr. Drake he needs to find a new “employee” to boss around. I sent him my letter of resignation and I am getting on that plane.”

“I am certain this is all a misunderstanding. However, I must ask you to accompany me to the precinct so that we may straighten it out with Mr. Drake. Once a formal charge is levied there are proper channels that must be followed.”

Inspector Malowii watched the young lady stomp her foot and noted that she was glaring at him through decidedly swollen eyes. He also could not help noticing the whisker burn and love bites that circled her neck. Whatever mess his old friend RJ was landing him in, at least it was pretty and promised an entertaining story. Giving her a chance to wind down and see the wisdom in a quiet ride to his office to clear this matter up, he was shocked when the seemingly respectable young lady whirled away, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and presented a fine plump bottom that was crosshatched with handprints and paddle marks.

“I want to press charges of assault against Mr. Drake. Tell him I said we’re even if he lets me get on that flight.” Dropping her skirt she faced him, arms crossed and looking quite pleased with herself.

Sighing deeply, afraid even a luscious posterior and a wild tale would not offset the headaches and paperwork about to be unleashed by this lover’s spat, he grabbed her arm.

“Miss Nelson, you are under arrest for suspected theft and public indecency. We will sort the details at my office.”

The Inspector smiled in anticipation as he heard his old friend bellowing protests that he was the injured party, not the suspect. His assistant escorted RJ to a holding room as directed. He decided to let them both stew for a few minutes while he enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee and thought about the next phase of his plan. With any luck he could have this all wrapped up in time for a quiet dinner with his wife. It had been too long since he had left his own handprint on soft skin. A matter to be rectified as soon as possible.

Amy had cried herself out and was left shivering and hollow. How could he do this to her after all they had been through. Telling people she was a common thief.

RJ circled the small room like a tiger in a cage, ready to smash something. He knew better than to give that kind of power to a woman. First chance she got she ran off. As if that wasn’t bad enough she had to humiliate him in front of the entire island.

Inspector Malowii sent his assistant to settle RJ and open the mike and curtain, allowing him to see Amy, but not communicate with her. RJ’s heart dropped at the sight of her swollen eyes. She looked like a lost waif, alone in the world. Then he remembered she chose that over being with him and he shook off the pity.

When the Inspector entered the room Amy roused herself, trying to care what happened next was getting harder as the reality of a life without RJ settled in.

“Look, Officer, I don’t want any trouble. I will drop all charges against Mr. Drake if you will just let me get on a plane out of this nightmare.” she pleaded.

“I am afraid we have a much bigger mess than I can sort out at this point. I have Mr. Drake’s accusations that you removed his property without his permission, I have your accusation that Mr. Drake assaulted you, and I have statements from crew members that you were involved in an intimate relationship with Mr. Drake. So, as you can see, this is difficult to work through. I will need further facts to make a resolution.”

“Look, we were involved, or at least I was. Mr. Drake hired me to be his, um, assistant. We were spending everyday together and I got carried away. I see now that I thought we were falling in love but he was just screwing the hired help. I am an idiot for trusting him, he’s this rich, powerful guy and I am nobody, but I thought he loved me a little…” Amy broke off, sobbing, unable to continue.

“I will give you a moment to compose yourself.” Inspector Malowii quietly left the room, feeling quite sorry for the poor girl and more than a little annoyed with his friend.

RJ felt like he had been sucker punched. She was in love with him, but she ran away at her first chance? He watched through the observation glass as she huddled, sobbing wretchedly. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and smooth away the tears, even after what she had put him through. Jerked from his reverie by the slamming door, he turned to face his old friend.

“Are you satisfied by the mess you have made? Is the girl sufficiently miserable now? Or perhaps you would like me to put her in the dungeon? You can’t simply break up with her; you have to be a total horse’s ass in the process?”

RJ was speechless. In over twenty-five years of friendship he had never heard the calm and quiet raise his voice, much less curse.

“Now, Benjie, you know I would never abuse a woman.” RJ began, only to be cut off.

“Bullocks, your handprints are all over her ass. She showed me.”

RJ surged forward, grabbing his friend by the shirt, roaring like a maniac, his punch stayed by the laughter.

“You are a total and complete ass. That fine woman loves you, God alone knows why, and instead of doing something wise, like marrying her, you treat her like a trollop and accuse her of stealing. Now you think to assault an officer because I had the good fortune to see her lovely posterior. She is lucky to have learned your shortcomings in time.” the inspector slammed out the door in a huff, then leaned against the wall smiling. Things were moving right along. Leave the pot to simmer a few moments then stir, he may get home for dinner after all.

RJ was struck to the core by the truth in his friend’s accusations. He loved Amy and he had treated her unfairly from the start. She was paying for his ex-wife’s shortcomings and it was all his fault. Feeling like a complete bastard he realized Amy was calling his name.

“I am sorry I made you feel bad, RJ, it was wrong of me. Are you sure he can hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am, he can hear you, whether he will choose to listen I cannot guarantee.”

Amy pressed her tear stained face to the window and pleaded her case.

“Please, RJ, just let me leave. You have broken my heart and humiliated me, that should be enough punishment, even for you.”

The door opened and RJ wheeled in. Before Amy could speak he gathered her into his arms and settled her onto his lap.

“I love you, Amy, nothing else matters. We can work out the details later. I overreacted when you ran away, I was hurt and I wanted to hurt you back. I am so sorry.”

“You love me? Why would you treat me that way? Ordering me to town, telling me what to wear? Pretending the week on the island never happened? I can’t go back to being your spanking slave. I won’t do it. Just let me leave, you don’t have to lie to me.”

RJ sighed, he had screwed the pooch on this one and regaining her trust was going to take more time and privacy than was offered by the local gendarmes.

“I am asking a favor. I realize I was a complete ass, I misunderstood and was hurt, in the process I hurt you. I am so sorry, please say you will come back to the boat and try to work this out. I love you, I am mad about you, I was trying to surprise you with a wedding and I got carried away. Please come with me, let’s talk.”

“You planned a surprise wedding? YOU decided I would say yes, so no reason to ask me? Were you planning to TELL me I was getting married?” Amy’s tears disappeared and she jumped from his lap. “You are insufferable. A bully. A, a , a toad!”

Inspector Malowii interrupted the tirade, “You both have much to say to one another, however I believe it is all best served in private. I am dismissing all charges. Miss Nelson, do you agree to return to the boat with Mr. Drake?”

“I guess I have a few more things to say to him.” She glowered.

“Then it is settled, I will call on Miss Nelson in the morning to assure myself she is well and happy and free to leave if she so chooses. Mr. Drake, do not make me regret my generosity in this matter. You are free to go.”

RJ was a nervous wreck waiting for Amy. They had agreed to meet in his study to discuss what had happened and she was late. She knew how crazy he was about punctuality. She left him waiting like a fool, with his heart in his hand, she said he abused her, she called him names, and showed her ass to another man. Just as he settled on that as her biggest sin she walked through the door wearing a smile and a pair of stilettos he had never seen before, hair done, make up in place. While he was stewing about Benjie eyeing what was his, she was primping and showing up late just to spite him.

Without thinking he grabbed her arm threw her over his lap, tossed up her skirt and laid into her backside like there was no tomorrow. Ignoring the screams, the name calling and shrieking he beat a tattoo on her poor globes until they glowed bright red and she settled into quiet sobbing. RJ settled her carefully on his lap, the heat burning his groin as she snuggled tight to him, winding her arms around his neck and they cried together.

Two days later the honorable Inspector Malowii escorted Miss Amy Nelson down the aisle of a small island church. At the intimate reception dinner that followed he laughed to himself at the soft pillow placed thoughtfully on the new bride’s chair.

~~~oo0oo~~~

A big thanks to my anonymous friend who is such a wonderful writer!! You have a way of spinning a story that brings us right in. I know how busy she has been so there is a special thanks for finding the time to finish this for us. And should you have more time for writing... well you know my address!


And that goes for anyone else out there with any thought of trying a story. And if you don't know my email its elisspeaks@yahoo.com Come back next week I'm hoping for a new Fantsay Friday but if not I'll fine one that will be new to most of you.

The Visit

A quick note about Fantasy Friday – there is a brand new one this week. The conclusion to a multiple part story I posted several weeks ago. If you want to get caught up before Friday you can go back and read part one, part two, part three and part four by clicking on them.

Our visit was great but certainly for the most part vanilla. Vanilla is fine with me. What I enjoy so much is just being able to talk about anything, what we wanted to do for supper or spanking implements. It didn't matter either seemed natural. Now Mollie was around some but we had lots of time alone too. And being able to really feel like myself was great. We all feel that we can be completely open with each other.

We stopped for Mexican the first night and spent the evening talking. The next day Nick and Mr. Smith went golfing, Adam relaxed by the pool and we girls? We spent our day in the Cyber Café! At least that is what the guys called my sun room. CeeCi and Mr. Smith had brought a computer to share and all the rest of us had our own, five laptops for the six of us! LOL! Old habits are hard to break.



I think Friday night was when I got the biggest shock of the visit. We took the crowd to an excellent southern restaurant rough looking for sure, but great for good southern eating. It was there that we all learned (yes right here in a public restaurant) that CeeCi was a virgin. Not only did we discover this startling fact we all got to watch her lose that virginity! This poor deprived woman had never eaten okra, never had pulled pork, never had banana pudding – and even pointed to hush puppies and asked what they were (deep fried corn bread for you other virgins)!!! For me, born and raised in the south, being with a true good ol’ southern eating virgin was just amazing.

We got up early the next morning and headed to the mountains for a long (down hill) bike ride. Nick and I have done this trip before and we always love it but it was even more fun with our friends. This trip was brand new for them and I loved seeing everything through their eyes, the woods, the ravines, the river – all so beautiful.



When we got home I had to go to a wedding – that is a post in itself! But after the wedding I had invited more of my vanilla friends over for Eva’s delicious ribs. We had our friend bring over his pictures to show everyone, CeeCi in particular. Like CeeCi he is a great photographer with a wide range of subject matter but as his flashed on the computer there would be an occasional picture of a woman in cuffs or in mild bondage. They were just part of the wide range of pictures and no one commented in particular. Later my friend’s wife pulled me aside to say she hoped that no one had been offended by those shots. I just laughed and without going into detail assured her none of my friends would mind at all. I have to talk more closely to these friends soon!

The rest of the visit consisted of more visiting, eating, playing on the computer and lounging around the pool – four of my favorite things with many of my favorite people! I didn’t like seeing Eva, Adam and the pup drive off and I didn’t like having to take CeeCi and Mr. Smith to the airport to fly away. But I’m confident another visit is in our future.

Gradituesday

I have so much to be grateful for today! I have had such a special few days I hardly know where to begin.

I am enormously grateful for the internet for bring such wonderful friends into my life. In particular my twin Eva and for continuing to visit (or let me visit her), eleven visit in the past two years. And to another sister CeeCi for coming to join us. I have never had anyone willing to fly across the country to see me! Well, me and Eva – but it’s still an amazing feeling!

I am also grateful for three special men, Nick, Adam and Mr. Smith. If not for these understand men the friendships could never have developed in the ways that they have. I love all these men. Adam is like a brother – he LOVES to pick on me for some strange reason. I have no idea why I am always an angel to him! I love CeeCi’s Mr. Smith too! He is so easy to talk to. He is one of those special men who not only talks about interesting things he actually listens to what other people have to say. And Nick, my wonderful Nick, well none of this would have been possible with out him.

And I am grateful that there is more than a good chance there will be another visit in the future– this time including Grace and Bossman (as it should) – once they get all settled in their new house! They were truly missed!!



Now on to the diet update.

The what? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t wish to discuss it. Stop hounding me! I tell you I don’t know anything about it. Leave me alone!!!!!!

We're just...

It’s been so long since I’ve written I’ve about forgotten how. We've had a blast on this vacation and we are still having fun. Sadly Eva and Adam had to head home yesterday but we still have CeeCi and Mr. Smith here. I am hoping CeeCi will give me computer lessons this afternoon and I think the guys are planning on playing golf again later today. Other than that we will be floating in the pool talking, sleeping, whatever. We have done some wonderful things on this trip and I am looking forward to telling you all about them but for today I am just going to keep enjoying my company. I’ll be back!

Fantasy Friday - A Promise Broken

Happy Friday! We have another revisit today but it's one I really like. I hope you will too but I really hope some new stories will come in soon! Meanwhile I appreciate many of you saying that you don't mind the revisits since many of these will be new ot my newer readers.


Please enjoy...

A Promise Broken

Mr. DeSilva was surprised and puzzled by the look of panic on Annie face when Jonas walked in to the dinner. He had grown very fond of his new little waitress in the 2 months she had worked for him. She had met Jonas at the dinner the week after she started working and the two had moved in together shortly there after. Mr. DeSilva enjoyed watching the two of them together. Usually Annie face lit up in delight when Jonas stopped by. Something was obviously very wrong.

Annie was in a panic. She had almost convinced herself that Jonas had just been kidding to get her attention. But here he was. Jonas was supposed to have been gone last night. Yes, he had asked her not to drink if he wasn’t around and she had agreed, but the girls had asked her to go out with them and there seemed no harm in a few beers. But when Jonas had shown up at the pub unexpectedly he has pretty much caught her red handed.

He was quiet on the way home. As they entered the apartment Annie said softly “Jonas, I’m sorry. I guess it looks like I broke my promise but I only had a few beers. I just missed you and I thought going out with the girls would be better than sitting here moping.”

“Annie you remember what I said I would do if I found out you had been drinking without me?” Annie blushed and looked away. It always embarrassed her when Jonas threatened that he was going to spank her. He had given her a few hard swats over silly things. Once she had gone out and left the curling iron plugged in. When they came back in and found it he had given her two stinging swats to her bottom, which had shocked and embarrassed her. Since that time he had swatted her occasionally and had threatened worse. But she had really thought he had to be kidding. She was no longer sure.

She had tried to tease him out of his mood last night but hadn’t been in a joking mood. “Annie, you broke your word to me, I won’t break mine to you. In the morning, when you are stone cold sober you’re getting a spanking.” But she hadn’t waited around the next morning to see if it was really going to happen. Although she wasn’t scheduled to come in until 11:00 she had slipped out of the bed around 4:30 and come in for the breakfast shift. She knew Mr. DeSilva wouldn’t mind. She never expected Jonas to show up here.

Annie watched wordlessly as Jonas went to her boss. “Mr. DeSilva I need to borrow Annie for a bit. She and I were supposed to have a … discussion this morning but she left without talking to me. This isn’t a something that can be put off any longer; we need to go home for a while, I’ll have her back as soon as I can.”

Mr. DeSilva looked back and forth between his two young friends. Annie’s look of fear and guilt, Jonas’ look of serious determination – it didn’t take a genius to know what was coming. “Jonas, you sure this discussion is something that needs to take place?”

“Yes sir, it time to take care of this.” Jonas answered. Mr. DeSilva headed to the back and motioned for both of them to follow.

In the back Annie’s boss crossed his arms and looked sternly at them both. “Annie you know what Jonas is talking about?”

“Yes” Annie said looking at the floor.

“You willing to have this discussion?” he continued. “You don’t have to if you don’t think it’s fair, he’ll have to go through me if he is being unfair to you.”

Annie quickly looked at Jonas. In her heart she knew he was the first person to care about her, care what she did, care whether or not she kept her promises. It was that simple, he cared. She looked at Mr. DeSilva and said quietly “I want to go with Jonas”.

“Okay then,” Mr. DeSilva answered, “Jonas, take her home if you like but if you’d rather, my office is in the storage building out back. I often had … discussions with my missus there in the past. It’s private and you are welcomed to use it if you like.”

Jonas nodded to Mr. DeSilva and led Annie out and into the small office behind the dinner, as they entered Annie began talking fast. “Jonas please, I know your upset, but you can’t be serious about sp…spanking me. I’m not a child. This is just silly. I said I was sorry! I won’t do it again.”

Jonas wasted no more time. He pulled a straight back chair to the center of he room and pulled Annie quickly across his lap. Annie had never been in this humiliating position before, she struggled to free herself but a volley of extremely hard swats and Jonas’ firm admonition of “Annie if you don’t stop struggling and it’s going to be worse for you. You gave me your word that you wouldn’t drink if I wasn’t with you, then the first night you thought I was going to be away and you are out drinking with the girl. What did you think was going to happen, that I would say ‘Oh, never mind you can lie to me if you want to’?” As he scolded he continues to give medium to hard swats.

For the first time Annie could remember she was beginning to feel true remorse. In the past evading, pretending and out right lying had mostly gotten her out of trouble, not into it. But this was different; Jonas truly meant something to her. And obviously honesty was important to him. As the tears began to come Annie said in all sincerity “Jonas I am so sorry. I mean it! It never really mattered before when I broke a promise but I know I hurt you and I’ll never do it again. Please let me up it’s starting to hurt!”“Annie,” Jonas told her “I haven’t even started yet. And yes, it is going to hurt!” With that Jonas began spanking seriously. It was obvious that Annie had never been spanked before. Jonas did want to go overboard but he was also determined that Annie would have no doubt how seriously he took lying. Annie couldn’t believe how much heat was being delivered to her behind. She was on fire and still he didn’t stop. She cried, she tried to put one had a back to protect her throbbing, punished bottom. But Jonas quickly pinned her hand to the small of her back and continued until he felt he had done a through job.

Annie gradually realized that that Jonas had stopped spanking and was rubbing and squeezing her throbbing seat. As he helped her to her feet and stood to cradle her against him Annie was aware of throbbing elsewhere. Jonas kissed her tears away and said quietly, “It’s all over, I love you and it’s all over now. But Annie you need to know I took it easy on you this time. If you lie to me again your bare bottom is going to know the full force of what a spanking can really feel like. Come on I have to get you back to work.” Annie instinctively reached around and rubbed her aching bottom not wanting to imagine what it would have been like if Jonas had taken down her pants and panties. And while the thought was unsettling she realized she was almost as reluctant to leave then little office as she had been to enter it.

Annie heart was soaring! Someone actually cared for her, someone actually loved her. All her life she had looked for someone who cared. As they stepped back into the dinner Mr. DeSilva practical jumped at them. “Are you alright?” he barked at Annie before she could answer he rounded on Jonas “Is she alright?” Annie couldn’t help giggling at the scowl on his face, much like that of a protective bull dog. Annie looked back and forth between the two men who cared for her in very different ways she thought of the attention she had craved all her life had arrived, now she wondered if she was going to be able to handle it.

~~~oo0oo~~~

This story is one that I wrote. Jonas and Annie are based around the story I ‘mind blogged’ for most of my life. This was the stuff of my teenage years (and beyond) fantasies. I keep thinking I would like to write more about them some day. Who know, maybe in my spare time!

So have you started writing yet? This invitation is opened to all my blogger friends, my non-blogging friends, or those friends I haven’t met yet that read here silently. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Company comin'

I just wanted to pop in for a minute. I am all ready for my company. Of course I only had to clean and I had already done that for the reunion. It’s not like I am going to cook for them or anything. I love these people far too much to force them to eat my cooking. We will make do on eating out and allowing them to do any cooking we need done here!

I won’t be around much for a few days but please don’t forget to come by for Fantasy Friday this week. I’ll be back soon with stories of the weekend.

Gratituesday - continued

I know we made it through the alphabet but there are always things to be grateful for. I think all of my readers have to know that I am always and forever grateful for Nick, LJ and Mollie. But each Tuesday I want to try and name some things I am grateful for that I don’t take the time to think of everyday. Just a few each week and I hope many of you will try the same thing.


This week I am grateful for having a rare form of arthritis. It was so bad for a time that finding the correct doctor and medicine to keep it in check made me appreciate being pain free in a way I never had realized before. Getting a second chance at life, so it seemed, I gained the courage to google spanking on the internet and come out to Nick. Without the pain I would never have realized what a joy it was to feel good and had the courage to initiate the wonderful changes in our marriage!

I am grateful for every friend I have met on the internet. I have gained from everyone who has ever written me, spoken on the phone and especially grateful for those I have been able to meet face to face. The visit later this week is one I have been dreaming of for a year now.

I’m also grateful that my house is clean!!! I LOVE a clean house, not enough to clean it most of the time but it’s great when it’s all so neat. Got it clean for the reunion and trying to keep it that way for The Rowdy Old Pervs (ROP)!!



Diet Update – yuck! I gained 1.4 pounds last week. Real life kept me away from the gym and with both kids here I tended to eat more lunch than usual. The reunion (which occurred after the weigh in) provided ton’s of great food. The one good piece of news is that Monday morning my weight had not gone up any. Of course eating is going to be on my ‘to do’ list for this coming weekend too so cross your fingers. Gain or lose the weekend will be wonderful and the next week will be time enough to get back to the gym and diet regiment.

Family reunion weekend

One wonderful weekend down an even better one coming later this week! The reunion went really well. This was the 25th year since my generation revived it, Nick and I have hosted 24 of those years at our home. This year was the smallest gather in a while for various reasons but some of my very favorite cousins were here so I really enjoyed myself. Ate too much but that’s not a big shock.

I’m more tired than I remember being, I sometimes think I really am getting old but I can’t do much about that. Nick and I have had NO time to ourselves. NONE!! Since Mollie was home for a week from her dental surgery, all the reunion preparations, LJ had been home, Nick is back working and I have not gotten what I want ands need. Well that’s almost true. Nick did corner me in the kitchen early Saturday morning before Mollie got up.


He picked up a wonderful wooden spatula and proceeded to warn me about excessive over eating this weekend. It was feeling darn good until he pulled by pants down to make his point more clear. Owwwwww! I had conflicting feelings for the moment – it hurt and it was wayyyyyyyyy to short! But it is the thought that counts.

So I am resting up now for next weekend. Although the main activity is going to be talking non-stop, an activity I am particularly good at, we have a few activities planned the may take some energy. To bad we don’t have the sex shops like we were able to find in LA. Oh well we Rowdy Old Pervs hope to meet up in Los Vegas sometime in the future and we have heard that they have sex shops there. Hopefully we’ll be able to let you know someday.

Fantasy Friday- revisit, The Business Woman, part III

Here you go! The third and final part of 'The Business Woman'.

The Business Woman

Part III

After about an hour, he felt she was ready for the second part of her punishment. “Honey, it is time. I want you to get up, put the shirt back on, and go into that corner. Raise the shirt up above your butt, so I can see it and wait for me.”

She looked up, knowing her time was up and did as he said. Boy, her butt was still sore she thought. This time she moved quickly she didn’t want any more than she was already in for. She wasn’t sure how she’d take it on her freshly punished butt, but she knew somehow she’d make it through. She trusted him and knew he wouldn’t push her beyond her limit. She leaned her head against the wall. It felt cool. She felt hurt already. Sad she had hurt him, hurt John, and she hurt from the guilt inside.

“I want you to re-run the things you said in that office. I want you to think about how John, your ‘right hand guy’, the one you ‘couldn’t live without’ must have felt. What would you have done if you were in his place? I want you to think about that for a while. Think about how badly you treated him. Think about how this isn’t, apparently, the first time. Do you really want the type of reputation you must have at the office? Or, is there another way to handle it. You think, I’ll be back in a little while.” With that, Kent left her to ponder. How long he was gone she didn’t know, but she did think about it. The tears she was sure she was out of restarted. She wanted to be the top person, but she wanted friends, and wanted to do it right. She resolved to herself to change things starting tomorrow.

While he was gone, he set up the bedroom for her. He knew she would be too exhausted to play tonight, but he had a great plan for the morning! He smiled to himself, in the morning he knew she would be fine, and very ready to play. He knew that he would wake her with breakfast in bed, followed by a wonderful shower together. He could almost feel her wet sensual body against his. He would follow that up by whisking her off her feet, and into their bedroom for a long, erotic morning of kissing, rubbing, hugging, light spanking, and more. “Mmmmm,” he sighed to himself, “but we have to get through tonight first.” He carefully turned down the bed, got out the cooling cream he would rub on her, and lit candles throughout the room. He set up some quiet soothing music. Her favorite DVD was ready to start when he carried her in the room. Then he sighed again and headed downstairs. He hated to punish her, and had never had to do it twice in a row. It hurt him so much, but he knew she needed, wanted, and craved the lifestyle they had. It kept her balanced and calm. He would do anything for her, and this was no exception. Squaring his shoulders, prepared to be strong again, he spoke to her.

“Ok honey, come here.”

She did as she was asked and once again, stood before him, feeling small and embarrassed.
“Take off that shirt please and hand it to me.” She complied quickly and he realized how sore she must still be to be this compliant. He’d have to take it easy, yet still make his point.

“Do you know why you’re here young lady?”

“Yes sir. I lost my temper and I took all my frustration out on my best employee.”

“I was proud that you made a very good apology to him… after a little persuasion. I was afraid I was going to need to spank you at work, or worse, in front of him. You wouldn’t make me do that would you?”

“No Sir!”

“Good. Because I have half a mind to do it in front of who ever you do this to the next time.

“Oh please sir. Don’t do that. I promise I’ll try my best. Honest”

“Hmmm. Ok, maybe I’ll give you one more punishment at home if it happens again, but I’d suggest you do your best to avoid it. It will be much worse than you’ll endure tonight I assure you.” He saw her sigh in relief. He smiled to himself realizing that his point had been made. He wouldn’t hesitate to spank her in front of someone if necessary, but he didn’t want to do that and embarrass any of her employees. He knew somehow that he would never actually do it, but it didn’t hurt to have her think it was a possibility.

“Did you also think about what you want your reputation to be in the office?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you think that what you want it to be and what it is now are one in the same?”

“No sir.”

“Do you have a plan to correct it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. I am glad to hear it. I have decided how I’m going to punish you tonight. I’m afraid you won’t like it because you won’t be up against me. I want you to come over here and lay over the arm of the couch.”

“Yes Sir.” She said as she lay over the arm of the couch. He pushed her torso down making her back arch.

“Please take your shirt in your hands and put them in front of your head. I expect you to hold on to that shirt, and not let it go. If a hand comes back, I will add 10 lashes, and will tie your hands in front of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” she said.

“Ok. Now, you will spread your legs slightly, so that only your toes are touching the floor. You will not move or kick. You will submit to these, and thank me afterwards. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She said. Lori was scared. He had never asked her to hold still and keep a position like this. He had always helped her, restrained her in some way. She was afraid she couldn’t do it.
“Please sir. Please help me keep in position. I need help.”

“No, Lori, you have done this to your self. You are in charge at work, and that comes with responsibility. You now need to be in charge of your body. It is your responsibility. "

“Yes sir.” She sighed. She resolved to do her absolute best, knowing that arguing from this position would not help her at all.

Kent slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. He could see her shiver. He knew it would have this affect on her, though he used it rarely. He dragged it gently over her butt, letting it drape over her very exposed most private areas. He could hear her inhale.

“Lori, you know the safe word. I am going to only give you 20 lashes this time because you have just endured quite a punishment spanking. If I feel your butt can take no more, I will move to your thighs. You may cry, but I want no begging. I expect you to hold position and thank me for each lash. I expect you to think about how you lashed out at an innocent employee, and how now the belt is lashing out at you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then ask please.” He said quietly.

This was new. She had to ask for it? She panicked, and paused, trying to form the proper words in her mind. He waited patiently with the belt doubled over and casually hanging at his side. He knew this would be especially hard for her.

“Sir? May I please have my punishment?” he waited. She realized he wanted more and frantically tried to figure out what more to say. “May I please have 20 lashes with your belt? I will hold position and thank you for each one. I know I deserve this.” Apparently, this was what he was waiting for because before she knew it she heard the swish of the belt through the air and the first stroke landed. She cringed at the pain, but somehow held position.

“Thank you, sir.” She managed to muster. As soon as that escaped her lips she heard the next swish and the pain was blinding.

“aaaahh… “ she screamed, but she managed to hold position. She would never make it through she thought. “Thank you sir” she cried.

Swish came the next one. As if he had read her mind, this one was a little less intense. “Thank you sir” she cried, wanting to show him she may be able to make it at this intensity.

Swish. “AHHHH…” It burned so badly. She couldn’t think. She was loosing control, her body was fighting submission, but her mind was determined to submit to it and not move. After a longer pause she managed… “Thank you sir”.

Not waiting another second, Kent let the next one fly. Her reaction was the same. He knew he had the right intensity. It was almost more than she could bear, but yet, she was holding position. He knew her mind was fighting her body hard to keep position. She managed to make it through the next 11 strokes. Then, sobbing, she started to beg.

“Kent please sir, I can’t. “ He cut her off.

“No, Lori, You can make it, don’t blow it. Let yourself go. You can do it. You are smart, you are strong, let go.” He pushed her.

She took a deep breath. “God this was so hard” she thought. “Worse than anything she had ever done. How could she control herself and take it.” Tears flowing, she resolved herself once more, grasped the shirt harder, and tried to let go. She had to let go of the guilt, let go of the control. “I can do it” She thought through her tears. She felt herself relax. Kent saw it too. “Thank you, sir.”
Kent needed to know she was truly ready for the last five. That she had truly submitted. “Are you ready for the last five? They won’t be any easier. Can you ask for them?”

“Yes sir” she said immediately and slightly stronger. He sighed in relief. This was what he needed to hear. “Please give them to me. I am ready for my last five. I can make it Sir.” She said with determination.

He gave her the last five. She screamed after each one, but remained relaxed. She choked through saying thank you sir, and there were long pauses, but she made it. He pulled her into his arms immediately and hugged her tightly. He was so proud. She was too. She didn’t know she could make herself submit. He carried her up to bed, leaving the shirt behind. He flipped on the quiet music, and carried her to the bed. He gently put her on her side and tucked her in. He stripped off his clothes, and snuggled in behind her.


“Kent, I’m really sorry.”

“Shhh… it’s over, I forgave you long ago, not another word now. Just relax, and I’ll help to quell the fire on your butt. Just relax, and we’ll go to sleep. I have quite the morning planned for you” Lori sighed. “God I love you. Thank you” she whispered. Gently rubbing her behind with cool lotion he whispered how proud he was, how sure he was he wouldn’t have to do this again, and how much he cherished and loved her. Soon they drifted off to sleep together, connected now more than ever.

The End

Carye thank you again for this story. I hope if you ever get the chance you'll write more for us. In the mean time anyone else willing to share a story with us, we would be most appreciative! Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - revisit, The Business Woman, part II

Here is the second part of The Business Women. It just keeps getting better! You can find part I here.

The Business Women

Part II

The trip home was quiet and uneventful. Small talk seemed to dominate the 45 minute drive. When they arrived home Lori’s mind was set. She knew there was no way out of being punished, and waiting made things harder. She had never had to wait long, but she thought maybe she should go ahead and ask for it now.

“Um.. Kent?” she said looking at her nails to avoid his gaze. “Would it be.. um.. all right if we … um… took care of things … now?”

“No, that will need to wait a while. I want you to go up and grab one of my t-shirts. Loose all your clothes and just put on my shirt. Nothing underneath please. I just love that look. And please let that beautiful hair down and take your make-up and jewelry off. I love you just the way you are without all the fancy stuff.”

“Ok” she smiled at his compliment. She loved that he told her she was beautiful. He even would say it first thing in the morning. It always made her warm inside.

After changing she could smell dinner starting. They were having lasagna that had been prepared and just needed put in the oven. Already it smelled heavenly. She realized she was hungry. She’d waited enough she decided. So, with some determination she said. “Ok, I’m ready for my punishment.”

Kent glanced up realizing she really was having a hard time waiting and smiled to himself. “Sorry honey, but I’m not. I think you need to learn what it feels like to be left waiting. Apparently, last weeks little lesson wasn’t objective enough. So, I figure, I had to wait, so you shall too. Just relax. If you’re good, and don’t ask again, I might even be kind and punish you tonight!”

“You Wou…” She stopped. Yes, he would. She knew better than to spout that off. More humbly she replied “Ok, I’ll not ask again. I love you and I trust you.”

Kent went up to her and gave her a big hug and deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and felt her body against his under her t-shirt. He lifted it ever so slightly to rub her butt and lower back. God he loved how soft and wonderful her skin felt. He felt her respond and took a deep breath, and one more kiss, and stepping back said. “We better check the lasagna.”
After dinner had been enjoyed, and they had cleaned up, Kent led her to the couch. Oh Good! She thought. No more waiting. I can’t stand it anymore. Kent however had other ideas. “Let’s relax, and watch some TV. Here come sit on my lap.”

Somewhat frustrated, she nevertheless complied. After all she loved relaxing on his lap and cuddling up with him to watch TV on their comfy couch. Kent took the opportunity to hug, kiss, and caress his beautiful wife. He whispered in her ear “You know you really were terrible today… You’re making me punish you and I just hate hurting you. It hurts me so much to have to. I love you and that beautiful body so much. I wish I could just give you a wonderful erotic spanking instead.” He emphasized this by carefully slipping a finger down to her most private parts.

Lori groaned in pleasure. She wanted him so much, but knew that until she took her punishment he was off limits. “Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t take our private time away. Honest. I’ll treat people nicely. I’ll even call if I find myself loosing it. Please honey…”
Kent sighed; he was aroused too and he knew she wanted some fun before her punishment. But he knew better. He’d tried that once, and they never got around to the spanking. “Ok, since you ask so nicely..” he paused. Her hopes rose for a second until “Go get the hairbrush and please, come to me and bring it to me. You know what you need to do.” As he said it he pushed her up and started her off his lap.

“Please…” she looked back piteously.

“Don’t wait, wait, don’t wait, wait. You still think you’re in control young lady? I do not work for you, and after hearing how you treat those who do, you’re lucky I don’t! Now go!” Lori didn’t wait a second. She knew better. She still wasn’t fast enough to avoid a swat as she ran up stairs. She grabbed the hairbrush and headed back down.

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him, stood before him, and handed him the brush. He took it, stood up and looked down at his beautiful wife. “Ok, now” he said softly “please take off that shirt, and fold it up and put it over on the chair. I don’t think you’ll need it for a while”

Blushing, she did as she was told. She wanted to scream no, please no, but knew she must not talk until she was asked a question, or it would be worse. She shyly returned to him. It was so hard to stand before him naked, when he was fully clothed. She shivered a little.
“Now, young lady, do you know why you’re getting this punishment?”

“Yes Sir”

“Tell me.”

“Because I didn’t call you and made you wait outside after I promised not to, sir”

“Good. And how do you plan on avoiding this next time. You know each time it will get worse.”

“I’ll call you. I think maybe I’ll set my watch alarm so I don’t forget. I promise. It won’t happen again. Honest Sir.” She said almost in a whisper. It was so hard to look at him through this, but it was what he required. She almost thought this was worse than the spanking itself. She could feel the tears welling up inside her. She truly felt bad she had let him down. Let them down.


“Do you think you deserve being spanked with a hairbrush? You know, it won’t be easy”

“Yes Sir” she answered butterflies leaping in her stomach.

“Ok, come here then, lay over my lap. Put one hand behind my back please.” He calmly sat and guided her down onto his lap. He put one hand behind his back and snuggled her in close.

Restraining her legs with one of his, he gently took her other hand and put it in the small of her back. “Comfortable?” he asked as he rubbed the cool hairbrush over her ivory skin.

“Yes sir. I’m so very sorry I let you down.”

“I know sweetie. I hope you now know how it feels to wait. Next time, you’ll have to wait at least over night, and it won’t be just the hair brush. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Thinking of this just brought her tears closer. She didn’t want to spend a night knowing she was to be punished. Knowing that she had let him down. Feeling so disconnected. She was sure she wouldn’t let that happen again. And then all thought stopped as the hairbrush hit her right cheek hard. “OUCH” she yelled.

Kent didn’t wait for her response. He smacked the left cheek just as hard, and then began alternating fast and furious. He was feeling the frustration melting away, and feeling determined to ensure it didn’t happen again. He paused for a minute and listened to her crying. “Are you going to stand me up again?” he said with a hard smack to the left side.

“No SIR” she cried.

“Are you going to sacrifice our time together for your job? Is it more important to you than us? Are you going to treat me like someone you can just stand up and brush off at will?”

“No sir! I promise I won’t”

“Your promise only seems to work about 6 days. I think perhaps a little longer spanking may get it to last longer. Don’t you? Lets try.” With that he resumed, but this time slightly less intense but with 10 strikes on a cheek before changing over to the other one. He knew she couldn’t take this very long before she would let go and stop fighting.

Lori struggled. This was worse than anything. She hated when he spanked this way. She fought it as long as she could, but finally, sobbing uncontrollably, she just laid there and took it. Kent stopped almost immediately.

“You’re doing great honey. We’re almost through I promise.” He said as he rubbed her tender bottom gently. It was on fire and he knew she couldn’t take much more. “Five more on each side, then we’ll be done.” As he rubbed he tried to decide if he would make her count. “Nope” he thought, “she has had enough and she still has another spanking coming”. With that he resumed. Slowly and determinedly he alternated the last 10 these were the hardest yet as she knew they would be. He let her lay there sobbing for a minute or two, then gently pulled her into his arms. He felt her melt into his chest. Now this part he loved. He loved holding her, calming her, reassuring her, kissing away her tears. He always felt so reconnected to her. So close. She was the most precious thing on earth to him and he told her that as he reassured her he was proud of how well she had done with her punishment. How brave she had been, and how much he loved her and never wanted to have to punish her like this again.

Lori too loved this part. She felt closer to him than anything she had ever felt before. Her butt was on fire, but she didn’t care. She could have stayed there forever. He always said the sweetest things to her. She felt so loved and cherished in his arms. She would do this anytime for him. It hurt like hell, but the firestorm of love it released in her heart and sole was worth every second of the pain.

Kent wanted this moment to last forever, but reminded himself they weren’t done. “Honey” he said quietly. “You know I want to hold you forever. I wish I could just tuck you in to sleep, watch you sleep, and when you awaken make sweet love to you, but… we’re not quite done.”

“Oh please, Kent, I can’t take another right now. I need you.”

“Ok, honey, lets cuddle another few minutes at least. I am not ready yet either.”

~~~oo0oo~~~

I told you it got better! The last part will be up tomorrow. Please come back.