A birthday to remember

My Friday was really cool! The last day with kids and we got snow!!! School was released about 9:30. The kids weren’t there long but it was a wild and wooly morning. Last day before Christmas vacation, snow – which we rarely see, well you can imagine. I told some friends it was as if each had had a bowl of sugar for breakfast and washed it down with a Red Bull. But we survived and now vacation has begun. The snow was beautiful!! We got about 9 inches, that’s the most we’ve had since about ’93 when Mollie was only a few months old.


But now let’s go back a few days earlier to my birthday. It was a regular work day but that morning I had an email from Nick mentioning that he knew someone was getting older and wondering if I could find out the kids schedules. I knew Mollie was babysitting but I wasn’t sure about LJ. I knew he was finished with his exams but I wasn’t sure if he was coming to see me on my birthday. I shouldn’t have worried – he was still at school planning to go to a party there. I wasn’t disappointed – I was looking forward to an evening home with Nick.

We knew we would have the whole evening so we were in no rush. We found some video on spanking tube to watch and then Nick made us some supper but not long after we ate we headed back to the bedroom where Nick had laid out some very nice toys. I gave him a gift too - a little paddle ball paddle I had picked up. I really like the weight and shape of paddle ball paddles for fun spankings.

Nick used it for some warm up before finally taking my pants off. He said since this was a birthday spanking I could chose what it used for the official count – not that that would be all. He had laid out many of my favorites and one enemy! He had out the leather paddle with fur on one side, a heart shaped leather paddle we got in CA, the Orange County Whapper (from the mast head), a hand shaped leather fly swatter, the tawse, his belt and the dogging bat and he had a surprise held back.

Nick let me choose for the official birthday spanking so I chose my current favorite, the dogging bat. He wanted me to count out loud – the number is getting so high I guess he thought he might lose track. But I was able to count all the way to 53 out loud as the spanks got increasing harder. Hmmmm… maybe that’s the way it is with the years of life in general. Anyway once the official ‘birthday spanking’ was over he gave me another treat.

He said he was going to use each of the other toys for as long as I wanted. When I had had all I wanted of one I could ask him to change to another. Now that suited me fine! He started off with the flogger. I like our flogger but I have seen others that I think I would like better. Ours is stingy but no thud at all. But I didn’t stop him until he got to around 60 – I thought it might be nice to take at least 53 or more with each toy.



Next came the leather paddle – that one is a piece of cake, especially when he turns it and uses the soft side every once and a while. I went past a hundred on that one. When I asked him to change he started with the leather heart shaped paddle with the little studs in it. That’s a pretty good one too and I think I went to a hundred with that too.










Now in between all this was some really fine rubbing and touching but he was true to his word and didn’t seem to mind going until I asked him to switch. I think the leather ‘hand’ came next – not only does it have a good feel it does make a wonderful noise! I got to around a hundred with it too. But to be honest I was feeling a sting for sure now!



When I asked him to change again he happened to change to my most hated implement – the tawse! Assuming I am pronouncing it correctly it is aptly named. That thing should be 'tossed' away forever! I just don’t like it at all and it strange because I really like leather. But this seems more like plastic, anyway – I don’t like it and I only got to 20 before asking Nick to please change to anything else.



So he changed to one of my very favorites – his belt! I was tender by this time but I still loved it. I think I got to seventy-five or so with it. I was getting close to done. But Nick wasn’t. In the email he had sent earlier, Nick asked me what I thought was best for that ‘next day’ feeling. I have had that from his belt before but lately I have been thinking more and more about the cane or a switch – something like that. It’s never been an instrument I’ve ever fantasized about but once he did use a switch on me when we were in the mountains. I hated it – but loved the feeling that lingered! I had shared this fascination with Nick.

The last instrument he pulled out was a dowel rod – owwww… but I felt like I could take it. That swishing noise is something, isn’t it? Very powerful! Wow that will get your attention. But Nick wasn’t being very harsh with it. And with little breaks I passed my fifty-three mark when Nick said ‘Wait right here’ (like I was going anywhere) He was back soon and I quickly felt what he had gone for, he had gone down in the basement to get several different size dowel rods! He starts experimenting with the different sizes. Again – owwww! But my butt won one round and the dowel rod broke. He changed to another but I had felt plenty of that so I asked him to please switch again. To which he happily replied “I am switching” and continued. LOL! Doesn’t everyone love a smart ass top!?



It was an evening to remember. The spanking, the rubbing, he gave me the vibrator to play with, all was perfect!! It was so nice I wanted to show my appreciation. Nick didn’t seem to mind. So I ended me birthday on my knees hopefully expressing to Nick know how much I loved my evening!


*All the toys except for the dowel rods are our real toys!

Fantasy Friday - Two for one, II

Not only is it Friday - Christmas vacation begins today! We have a great story for today that is also in a way a public service announcement! It's a repost but I the author is one of the best! I know it gave me lots of ideas and what could be better than a wonderful story that also gives you sexy ideas!

I know much of the south is expecting some winter weather this weekend. I hope if you are in that area you can stay home and enjoy a good Fantasy Friday - maybe even write one?? Well think about it anyway!

Enjoy your Friday and enjoy...

Two for one

Lana's hands trembled as she eagerly cut the packaging open. Her DVDs had arrived and she could hardly wait to pop one into the player.

On a snowy Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, she'd found herself home alone and bored out of her skull. Her boyfriend had been out of town all week and wasn't scheduled to return until the following Friday. 'What's a girl to do,' she thought, as she flipped on her computer and began roaming her favorite links.

'December sure is slow,' she mused. Nobody was posting anything she found very interesting. She clicked into a couple of new sites, only to encounter the same sense of flatness. 'Same old, same old,' she complained inwardly. She was still bored, but reluctant to stop surfing.

'What is the name of that site with all the spanking videos?' she wondered. After a few moments of thinking, she remembered. 'Oh yeah, Shadow Lane.' A google minute later, she was there.

The front page caused her to sit up and take notice. They were having a two for one sale! She quickly entered the site.

'Oooo, I really shouldn't be doing this,' she thought. The twinge of guilt didn't stop her from looking at all the wonderful selections and before she knew it, there were four DVDs in her shopping cart.

They'd arrived the same day Jon returned. He was upstairs, sleeping from his long flight and the busy two weeks he'd had away from home. She was certain he'd sleep until she woke him for dinner. Lana decided that watching just one of the movies would be a quiet and harmless way to spend the afternoon.

"A Lover's Discipline" had been her first choice when she shopped that snowy, lonely day. She was intrigued by the promise of anal discipline, combined with masturbatory punishment, hand spanking, paddling, and all the yummy things she dreamed of doing with Jon. Into the player it went.

Lana settled herself onto the couch to enjoy her guilty pleasure. Her warm-ups were cozy, but not enough to ward off the chill of the day. She covered up with a blanket and invited the cat to join her while she watched the story unfold.

'Wow,' she exclaimed as the movie started. 'Those two aren't wasting any time.' She watched as the couple moved through the discipline. She flinched when the spanking started and began experiencing a growing need when the anal discipline ensued. Her hand found its way under the band of her pants until her fingers came to rest against her hard, aching clit. She slid down in her seat a bit to accommodate her wandering fingers. As the action continued she was aware of nothing around her, only her own pleasure and the scene unfolding before her eyes.

"Where did this come from?" asked a masculine voice behind her, close to left ear. Lana shrieked, pulled her hand out of her pants, and sat upright in one swift motion.

"Not so fast," Jon said, taking hold of her right wrist, pulling it up over her head. "Where has that hand been?" He gave her finger tips a quick lick. Lana blushed to her toes.

"Um, I was bored last Sunday and went online," she responded. "Shadow Lane was having a two for one sale, so I ordered some."

"How many is 'some'?" Jon inquired. Sheepishly, Lana admitted that she'd had difficulty stopping at two, ordering four because she couldn't make up her mind or resist such a bargain.

To her relief, Jon chuckled. He walked around the sofa to join her. "Please, start it over," he instructed her.

Once the film began he slid under the blanket. "Hmmm, it's pretty hot under here," he observed. "You're probably too warm with those pants on. I know you'd be a lot more comfortable if you took them off, so, take them off." Lana hesitate a moment too long. "Do you need some help, young lady?" he inquired.

Before Lana could comply or answer, Jon had her across his lap. The blanket had tangled between her flailing legs keeping her from jumping to her feet. Deftly, her pants were pulled to her knees.

"Looky, there," cooed Jon, "Lana, where are your panties?" Lana growled, Jon laughed. "Is my girl horny?" His strong right hand rubbed her bared backside, while his left arm kept her pinned to his lap.

"So, you look at porn while I'm gone. Is there something you need to tell me?"

Lana blushed. "No, I was just bored. Bored and curious. OK, bored, curious, and horny. And hopeful." She looked over her shoulder at her captor. She watched him raise his right hand high over his head.

"Does this satisfy your curiosity?" he asked as he brought his hard hand down against her naked flesh. Lana yelped. "How about this?" he inquired as he spanked her once again.

The blows rained down faster and faster. Lana bucked and squealed at the relentless onslaught of Jon's firm hand. She could feel her bottom burning and stinging, and then she felt the wetness between her legs and on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she wailed. "I was lonely! I was horny! I missed you," she cried out, "and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry!"

Jon's deluge slowed with her words. Reluctantly, he stopped spanking Lana's flaming orbs. Rubbing them tenderly, he bent over to deliver a gentle kiss to her rosy right cheek.

"It's OK, baby," he assured her. "You don't usually do things like this, and I understand. Two weeks apart was way too long." Lana nodded her agreement, then reached up to dry the tears off her cheeks.

"Can we finish watching the video?" she asked. "It's really pretty good."

"Maybe some other time, Sweetness. I suspect you're wet in more places than just your lovely face. We have lots of lost time to make up for."

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The author this week is one of my best buddies! CeeCi wrote this wonderful story for us and I know she has enjoyed a few videos herself. CeeCi is one of the best writers I know. Friend, I thank you for letting me use your story!


I not only enjoyed this Fantasy Friday I learned from it too. This story first got me looking for videos at Shadow Lane. Although I haven't seen any academy award winning movies I can say that I do enjoy them!


If any of you are finding the time to write a Fantasy Friday this holiday season please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Waiting for vacation

I had a wonderful birthday. I thank everyone who dropped by here or sent there good wished by email. Nick and I did celebrate and I’ll tell you all about that on Sunday. I just don’t have the energy or time to do it justice at the moment.


I know I don’t dig ditches for a living, I don’t work in a coal mine, I’m not a logger but each night when I have gotten home this week I feel like I have spent 12 hours at each of these jobs with a little alligator wrestling thrown in. If you don’t believe me try wrangling seventy-five 12 year olds (25 at a time) all day, each day, the week before Christmas vacation. It feels like a practice session for herding cats! Just getting them corralled is a full time job, much less try to teach them anything!! And with only a very few exceptions these are really nice kids this year. But I’m telling you the week before break is exhausting!



I’m just whining a little I do know I have it better that most folks. I get off two weeks for Christmas and I am going to savor every second of it, just got to get through Friday. Saturday LJ, Colin, Mollie and I are going to a Christmas play that LJ wants us to see, then a lot of relaxing to follow. I’ll be around here because so many of my friends live in my computer and I’ll also be spending lots and lots of time with family. I’m starting to feel better already!

Don't mind me...

I'm just trying to get used to the idea.

I don't think it's working.

We'll work on it

I am sitting here (Saturday night) stuffed to the gills. So much for the diet today. We went out with friends tonight and I feel like I can barely waddle. We had a coupon for a free blooming onion, then I had their good bread and then ribs and mashed potatoes. I guess I need to hit the gym hard Monday!

I love weekends. Nick and I slept late and it felt so good just to lay there and cuddle. Nick mentioned it too. We went so many years not touching – really hardly ever. Now we cuddle, turn in unison most of the night to spoon, we rub and touch and just enjoy being close. We wasted so much time. But that’s in the past now.

There is just one thing we need to work on. It’s not a big deal but I know we have room to improve. I’ve mentioned it before but we still need work. Nick really wants me to initiate sex more often and I really always intend to but I know I don’t initiate as often as he would like. As for me I want him to spank more often. Now it’s not like we’re holding out on one another – not like that at all. But for whatever reason my make-up is such that the only time I really feel sexy is when I am spanked often...when we don’t have the time or privacy to get in some spanking I just don’t feel desirable or sexy... and when I don’t feel sexy I don’t think about initiating sex... and then Nick seem to spank less... and on and on, see how it goes? It’s not really a problem, just a hitch but I wish we could get into a more regular routine. I know if we both put in just a little more effort we would both like the results.

It’s really not a bad problem to have. So many people our age have totally lost interested in each other and just don’t care. I know we’re close now and I really don’t see that going away. I think we’re both happy and I think we are both willing to try to do things that will make us even happier. We’re at a good place after 26 years of marriage. We’re having a great time and looking forward to even better times to come.

Fantasy Friday - A Drive in the Country II

This is a busy time of year so I haven't been pestering folks for stories - don't worry I'll be back to pestering after the holidays. But for today I am reposting the story I wrote about yesterday. The one written by Eva - NOT Grace! (Thank's Lil, I thought it was a good idea too.)

Hope you enjoy...

A Drive in the Country

The leaves were just beginning to turn. The air was cool. Crisp. Buses were running around picking up kids and taking them to school.

The school year was well underway. My favorite thing to do when school is in session is to climb back into bed and steal an hour or two of sleep once the kids board the bus. Not this day though. This day, was about to be different than the rest had been so far this school year.

I knew he was planning to take the day off so that we could spend it together. I just didn’t know for sure what he had in mind. All I knew was that going back to bed was not an option. He told me I had 45 minutes to shower, dress casually, and meet him in the car.

When I got into the car he started the engine and put the car in reverse. As he began backing out of the drive he handed me a brown paper sack and said, “Here. Put this on.” I opened it and was not surprised to find the blindfold we often use when he wants to play with elements of surprise.

I put the blindfold on, wondering where he was taking me and why we didn’t just spend the day at home since the kids were in school. I tried to keep track of the twists and turns that the road took but after about ten minutes I was completely lost in the darkness of the blindfold.

As we drove he told me to remove my bra and even though I was wearing a long sleeved sweater that wasn’t a difficult accomplishment. Women can remove bras in the tightest of circumstance. And yes, even while blindfolded.

We drove a bit further and he told me to hold out my hand. I did. He placed something in my palm and said “Put them on.” It took me a second to figure out what I was holding. Never before have there been clamps on my nipples. Realizing he had bought them just for a moment like this, I thanked him for this gift as I put them on and felt their grip.

Throughout the rest of the trip he occasionally squeezed the nipple clamps sending throbbing sensations to my rapidly moistening sex. The pain in my nipples and the pleasure in my pussy made me whimper every time he touched me.

We drove on. And on. Finally, I sensed gravel under the wheels of the car. He must have driven another half mile. I could sense that we were on private property. Finally when the car stopped and the engine died he said “wait.” He got out of the car and came around and opened my door. He took my hand and instructed me to carefully get out of the car. The whole time he led me and warned me of bumps in the walkway and other obstacles.

We climbed four steps. I could tell we were now on a porch. I heard the creak of a swing and the sound of running water. The air smelled fresh and clean. I could tell we must be near a brook or stream. I held tightly to his arm.

And then I heard a person rise from the swing and approach us.

“Glad you kids could make it.” She sounded older.

“We’re happy to be here, isn’t that right honey?”

I hoped that question was rhetorical because I was too breathless to answer.

The lady then said “Right this way.”

I held tight and followed his lead, too nervous to do otherwise. I heard a door open and a light switch click on. A musty odor wafted into my nostrils. The lady said, “Be careful on those steps. I’ll be back in two hours to unlock the door.”

With that the door closed behind us and she was gone. My blindfold was removed so that I could see to go down the steps. “I want you to see EVERY thing that is about to happen to you, my love.”

At the bottom of the steps, he flipped another light switch and I gasped with excitement. It was a dungeon. A spanking, love-making, submissive dungeon.

He led me to a rack of outfits and chose a leather teddy, lace stockings and black boots with heels and told me to change right there before him. His eyes never left my body and I felt glorious sensations knowing he had arranged all this just for me.

There were crops. Floggers. Collars. Cock toys. Slings and swings. Paddles. Shackles. Spanking tables. We used them all. I spent the majority of the time on my knees pleasing him in whatever way he demanded. He pinched, pulled, teased. He did it all. We did it all.

At the end of the two hours we were both spent like never before. I had been spanked, teased, tormented, fucked and loved. I wanted to just stay on my knees at his feet doing only what he commanded me to do. I was not able to think for myself any longer. I didn’t want to think for myself. I was his and only able to think what he thought for me.

As we climbed the steps he stopped me, handed me the nipple clamps and said “Keep these on until I tell you to take them off.” Just then the door opened and I got my first look at the older lady. She was sweet. Motherly almost. As I began to become aware that I stood before her in leather gear I heard her ask my lover if he’d like to schedule a return appointment. As he slipped some cash into her hand he asked “How would two weeks from today work?”

As we were about to close the front door of the old farm house behind us, my lover then placed the blindfold back over my eyes and snarled softly in my ear, “Keep the blindfold on. You are to NEVER know where our secret dungeon is located. Just make sure you change when we get home… before the bus drops off the kids.”

~~~oo0oo~~~

I loved the story no matter which of my friends wrote it. I was so quick to believer it was Grace because shortly before it went up she had been talking about doing the "happy mom dance" because her kids had just started back to school. Being a teacher I had been doing the "Oh crap! Summer's almost over" dance myself. But Eva, my twin, I do appreciate the story even if you did have to annoy me during the process.

Now I'm still not pestering but if any of anyone does have a story that they are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

So that's where PK came from...

Bonnie had a good question on her brunch last Sunday. She was asking what we could do to help others feel more welcomed in blogland. It was good discussion that you can read here. She mentioned as we got to know each other better there are sometimes jokes we share that new comers might not understand. Then she mentioned that not everyone knows why I go by PK instead of Elis, the name I started with. Since I had a couple of folks ask I thought I tell those of you that weren’t around at the time.

The original Fantasy Friday was a guessing game. The idea at the time was for several of us that had become friends to write fantasy stories and send them in. Then everyone could all guess who wrote it. Many of us had begun to recognize each others writing styles so we worked hard to try to fool each other.

I had become close friends with several bloggers at the time. Friday morning as soon as I got to school Eva – my best buddy mind you, emailed me about the Fantasy Friday story. Her first words were “It’s got to be Grace!” I had to agree it did sound like Grace so when I got home that night Grace got my vote. Eve and I talked about it a couple of times over the weekend and then Monday morning I got to read the reveal. The author wasn't Grace – it was that sneaky Eva herself!!

So… well I’ll let you read what Eva posted later that day. (Her words are in red and she is quoting my emails and comments in blue.)

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I was so excited to wake up and see my story. And yes, I definitely had some fun with Elis over it. Guilty as charged. I saw Ellis' comment on the reveal post. It said:

"I'll tell you what Elis' face looks like right now! Pissed!



(Really? Kinda like this mean little kitty?)





I'll get her! LOL! What kind of friend intentionally leads someone to the wrong answer!?

(One who wants to mess with your mind a bit??)


The first email I got from her last Friday said "It's got to be Grace!" It was Nick that said "I don't know it could be Eva"

(That Nick, he's a wise fella~ you ought to pay more mind to him)

Just wait, just wait. I'm plotting now!!"

(Should I be skeered ??)


And actually, I was the first one to post on the Fantasy Friday reveal this morning:


"Yes, I too would love to see Elis face when she sees this today.....







I suppose I should ask her to forgive me cuz I did mess with her head a bit on Friday, pretending it HAD to be Grace and all.....





Forgive me, Elis?"







Oh, but wait. There's more. I got to work this morning and sent her a "Good grief, is it Monday already, Have a nice day" kind of email. It was really nice and all but what do I get in return? Have a look.....


"I'll get you."



(As in "I'll get you, my pretty?" Oh, dear.)




Its one thing to jump to the wrong conclusion, but you PUSHED me!


(Yes, but I'm a good guy. It was for your own good. Yeah, that's it. It was for your own good.)




And what really makes me mad is that Nick said he thought it might be you.



(Told ya, he's a very wise man that Nick)


Dog-gone-it!

(Yes, dog gone it... isn't Elis cute when she's "pissed?") And if I seriously thought for one second that Elis was REALLY upset with me, I'd be on my knees apologizing. We'll see what her response to this post is though. ROFL

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LOL! It was all in fun and we got a big kick out of that day. Several of my friends started calling me 'Pissed Kitty' - even Nick when I got on a roll, so it ended up sticking. I got a kick out of it and eventually the PK became permanent. I felt like I had been re-christened by my buddies. So now when I hear Elis it sounds like a stranger. I never intended to be PK but for better or worse I think that's who I am.

Ordinary stuff

I hope everyone that celebrates Christmas is getting excited. I know some of my friends got snow this weekend and that’s always fun. I spent Sunday evening wrapping gifts and doing a little more decorating on the house. I almost felt like baking Christmas cookies but I managed to hold off – barely!

I’m still feeling pretty good these days. Monday afternoon I had to go back to the doctor for my blood pressure check, all is well in that area. But they needed to take some blood for a test to see if the medicine is doing any damage to my kidneys. First they stuck my left arm, evident there is no blood in that one. Stuck my right arm, got some blood there. Then back to my left arm for my H1N1 vaccine. Hey, I'm no pin cushion, there in only one part of me I want sore and it ain't my arms!

Thursday I’m going for a bone density test. I haven’t had one before but I know the test is nothing. Hope the exercise for the last three years has done a little to help my bones. We’ll see. Mollie is going with me and after the test I hope to finish up my Christmas shopping.

Good news, I've lost 2 pounds since last week. That’s about what I gained over Thanksgiving so as long as I got most of that off I can’t complain. Maintaining during December is about all I can hope for. This is the next to the last week for the challenge at my gym. I’ve done the 8 required classes and hopefully this week will have all my hours in. I haven’t lost a ton but I know this challenge has been what has helped me maintain so I’m glad I did it.

Now the bad news - I can't write. I have 3, count 'em 3, Fantasy Friday stories in my head. That other dear lady who whispers her stories in my head is very active. What have I actually put on paper (screen, whatever) - nothing!! I can't even seem to answer emails as I normally would. Stories race around in my head as I lay down at night, when I shower the next morning, when I'm working out at the gym, I come home - I want to write, I'm ready. Then I sit down and stare at the keyboard - nothing. It would be bad enough if I didn't have any ideas but to have ideas and just not to get anything started, grrrrrrrr... I don't know what to do. Oh well they are still in my head, maybe sometime.

Shocking Saturday

I assume most of you do your blogs reading sitting down, I hope so cause I don’t want anyone to hurt themselves while reading this but I had a pretty shocking Saturday. Mollie was babysitting; Nick and I had hours and hours to ourselves. The weather was cold and rainy, perfect for staying in bed and cuddling. So do you have a thought for how I spent my Saturday? I spent all day cleaning!! (Grace I do hope you were sitting, take a minute to get your breath and read on.)

The strangest thing was I wanted to do it. When I don’t feel rushed and I have a good reason to clean I can do a pretty good job. My family is coming here for Christmas so I want to decorate a little more. I thought it might be better to have a clean slate to start from. I think it worked. The tree is up and beautiful! Now I’m trying to get a few more things out.

We’re having a big Christmas dinner with Nick’s family on Christmas Eve and my big extended family the day after Christmas so I was just planning to have deli sandwiches and chips on Christmas day when my sister and her family will be here. But no, Mollie didn’t think that was appropriate. She said that we should have a real Christmas dinner here on Christmas day and she would be in charge! Suits me, you know about my cooking skills. In fact I have used my special skills – I contacted two of the finest cooks in blogland – Eva and Theresa, and got some recipes for her. See I have talent too, I can email!

But back to my weekend for the moment, I don’t want you to think we wasted all our time alone. Mollie babysat on Friday night too. Nick and I curled up in the bed and watched the last video I had ordered a while back. Now while I think watching spanking videos can be a lot of fun, I’m still not overly impressed with the plots and story lines. However, these videos still do produce a nice affect. We were pretty much able to take over at the end of the video and create our own story line. Our dialog was much better and the special effects! Wow! They were very special!

Now I have three goals for retirement. I want to write a book, I want to be an advice columnist (not that I’m smart enough but I’ve always wanted to be one) and now I want to write believable spanking video and direct them. I know I could do a better job than some of the ones we’ve seen.

That was my Saturday; I hope yours was as much fun.

Fantasy Friday - School Daze II

I haven't posted much this week and I've missed talking to everyone. Everything's good here just nothing much going on to post about. I'll be back to farbling about nothing soon.

Meanwhile it’s Friday again!! Time for another story and we have a hot one today! This is a repost but it's been around two years so I hope it will be new for many of you. I am so happy to have so many friends who are such good writers. I know this is a busy time of the year and many are feeling stressed so just for a little while, relax, read and enjoy…

School Daze

As Ann sat in the student union, she looked out through tear filled eyes at the rain coming down. What was she going to do? Half way through her freshmen year and she had blown it. “I may as well just pack it up and go home.” She thought as she looked down at her damp midterm grade sheet. It contained three F’s, 2 D’s, and a few C’s. “Great. I can’t wait to tell my folks that they raised a looser.” Taking a sip from her diet soda, she watched as the thunderstorm continued. “How did I get myself into this mess?” She pondered. “Well, I guess attendingg classes more than once in a while would have helped. Maybe a little less partying, a little less gabbing on the phone, maybe even a little studying would have helped. It felt so good to be on my own though. I guess I won’t be for long…..”

Startled she jumped up and looked around as a finger tapped her on the shoulder. “Doug! What are you doing here?” She managed as she quickly wiped away her tears and stuffed the midterm grades into her pocket. Doug was a friend a couple of years older from their neighborhood. He lived a couple of doors down and they had grown up together. He was a great guy, nice looking too! Math and physics were his majors.

“I was just passing through. I wanted to get out of the rain before I headed out to class again. What’s wrong? Why all the tears?”

“Oh nothing, um.. So how are classes going for you?” She tried to change the subject.

“They’re fine, but I was asking about you. Hey, did you get your midterm grades? I just did. Boy I’m bummed one of my prof’s gave me a B so far. I guess I’ll have to buckle down some.”

“Must be nice”

“Nice? Ok, let’s have it. You’ve known me long enough I want to know what is going on and I’m not going to let it go. Is it grades? A boyfriend? A roommate?” He was getting impatient. He liked Ann a lot, but she never wanted to come straight with anyone. Her parents told him to watch over her, but he gave up after the first few weeks out of pure frustration. Instead he’d focused on getting through his studies. She didn’t answer him, but tears started again, and she hadn’t bothered wiping them away. “Come on,” he said as he put his arm around her shoulders. “What’s bothering you? You can talk to me, you know it.”

With a big sigh and more tears, she fished out her midterm grades and not looking at him handed him the sheet. Doug let out a low whistle. “Wow.”

“I know. Looks like you won’t have to try to watch over me anymore. I’m headed home.” With that she lost the little composure she had managed to keep up to this point and the tears just flowed freely as she cried.

“Hey, it isn’t over yet. You still have ½ a term. Most prof’s put more weight on the second half and some even put ½ your grade into the final.” He hugged her into his chest as he tried to reassure her. “Look. I have to run to class. Meet me for dinner at my place and we’ll talk. Ok?”

“Well, maybe” she said still snuggled into his chest. Boy it felt good. She had never been this close to him before and realized it was feeling pretty nice. She had been pretty lonely for the past few months.

“I’ll take that as a yes, and bring your class syllabus’s” He hugged her harder, and then taking a deep breath to himself he ventured to kiss her gently on the head. Then bid her goodbye and headed off to class, already starting to plan his evening.

~~oo000oo~~

Ann arrived at his apartment that night, syllabus in hand and feeling a little better with someone to talk to. She didn’t have to tell her parents and maybe he was right. Maybe she could salvage at least C’s in most classes. As he let her in, she gawked at how big and beautiful his apartment was.

“I have too much room, but the price was right and it allows me to study without everyone interfering. You know, you could study here any time you want.”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to impose.”

“You’ve known me for long enough for me to be your brother. I don’t think you need to worry about that.” He said as he handed her a glass of soda. “So, lets talk. What is going on? Why the crummy grades? Are the classes to hard?”

“NO! Um… kind of the opposite. They’re pretty easy, but I’m a little bored and so… well anyway…”

“No, not anyway, so what? You haven’t been going right?”

“Well, during class is the only time I get sleep.”

“I’m not following here… you sleep during class?”

“Look, I have a rotten roommate. She is up playing music till all hours. I can’t sleep, or study there, so I was sleeping some in the union, but then…well….. “ She looked at his concerned look and felt more nervous than ever. He had a way and always had of getting her to talk that no others had. She teared up. “um.. I didn’t like being in the union so late alone, so I started to go out…. To the bars.”

“But you’re not of age yet. How’d you get in?”

“The normal way, I got a fake id.” She said blushing and turning away. She added quickly “but you see, it was all I could do. It is really my roommates fault. My grades started going down because I couldn’t study or sleep in my room and well, I didn’t have anywhere to go.” She said defensively.

“mm… hm…so, let me get this straight...You blew off class to sleep and get over your hangovers probably. You used a fake ID, you didn’t come to me for help when you knew you could, and now it is your roommates fault and you’re shocked by your grades. Is that right?”

“Um…..” She thought to her self how well he had really summed it up, but she didn’t like the sound of it or his tone. Who was he to yell at her? It isn’t like he was her parents. “Well it isn’t as bad as you make it sound. Sheesh, you make me sound like some drunk criminal or something.” She got up her voice rising and started to pace. “I hate this place anyway. The professors are jerks. No one cares, and my roommate is awful. I guess I’m glad I’m headed home. Maybe I can find something better to do. And if you cared, you wouldn’t have waited this long to talk to me.”

“I do care, and if you remember I’ve been talking to you every week, but you won’t let me ask about anything. You just avoid the situation. So tell me. What are you going to do for the rest of the semester? The same thing? What if a bar gets raided and they find you with a fake id?” He asked rising himself to face her with his arms crossed. “Sit down. Then answer me.”

“Well, it’s worked so far….” She trailed sitting down.

“Great answer, Ann.” He said quietly and calmly. Then after a pause he added. “You know what? I’m not going to let you get arrested. If you’d let me, I could take care of all of this, and I bet you’d pass every class. Hand me your syllabus, and think about it. Of course, you’d have to agree to my terms.”

“What terms.” She stated.

“We’ll talk about that in a minute. I can tell you part of it would be to move in here in the extra bedroom to get away from that roommate. But hush and I want to read over your grades and syllabus’s”.

As he started reading, she waited listening to the clock tick in the background. Wow, how quiet it was she thought. Move in? With him? That would be a dream come true. She would love to make it more than a friendship, but never thought it possible. Maybe if she was here, she could work on that with him. She wondered what the other terms could be. Probably she’d have to study and he would want her to attend class. That was a given. Maybe that was it. Maybe help cook but she was a pro at that.

"Doug, about your offer….I've thought it over, and I accept." She said.

"You haven't heard all the conditions. You might not be so willing when you hear them all." He paused, calming his nerves. He thought " this is it, don't scare her, you have loved her for a long time, wanted to be with her, take care of her, maybe even someday it could grow into forever together….but what if she won't accept my conditions? Then what? Maybe I shouldn't bring up spanking yet…. But she needs it, I know that…. " He began to pace as he thought.

"Doug? Are you ok? Look, I know this is uncomfortable for you but, well, I would really like to be with you… maybe we could even b…" she cut herself off.

"Ann? What were you going to say? Maybe we could even be… what?" He sat, and took her hand looking longingly into her eyes.
Blushing, she said "well, you know, um…. Maybe we could become more than friends. Eventually" She added quickly.

"I would love that Ann, I have always liked you, but there is something you should know about me. It would be part of the conditions too. I don't know if you'd accept it or not. "

He paused then let it all out. "Look, I need to be the dominant one in any relationship. I want to love and cherish and care for my girlfriend, and eventually my wife. This means I need to have the final decision on things, and have some rules about things like taking care of yourself, being honest, things like that…. And consequences for not following the rules, and hurting yourself or others."

"Like I hurt you and myself you mean?"

"Yes, like that."

"What are these consequences you're talking about?"

"I will spank you when I feel you need it. You must accept that whole heartedly, and know that I would never do it unfairly, or when I'm mad, or when you don't deserve it. I would expect you to do what I said during a spanking without question. When it is over, all will be forgiven, I will hold you, take care of you, and we'll go on. I know it sounds weird or harsh, or … I don't know…."

"No, wait stop, it doesn't. I think I can live with that. Even if it means I need one or “she swallowed "deserve one now. If it means you can forgive me, and maybe sometime I can forgive myself for lying to you and myself, and I can have a place to stay, maybe pass my classes, and most importantly a chance to be with you and love you close up as I have from a distance, then well, I accept."

"You're sure now. There is no turning back at least tonight for the spanking you so richly deserve. I know that during it you'll want me to stop, but that won't be under your control. Are you sure about this?"

Pausing to reassure herself, she said, "Yes. I need your help turning things around and if I need to take a spanking or two to have the chance to turn things around, and to be with you, well so be it. Maybe it is what I've been looking for or needing in my life. I've felt so alone." Ann trailed off into her own thoughts leaving the room silent.

Doug looked at this beautiful woman before him, thinking how lucky he was to have a chance with her, he would make it count. He kissed her and scooped her into his arms. Holding her tightly with her head against his chest, he felt her sink into him and it felt so good and right. "Yes," he thought. "I plan on taking very, very good care of you, and watching over you like a hawk."

He wanted to hold her there forever. After a few minutes, he sighed. "Ok" He said out loud. "You've made your decision, and now it is time. I want you to go into that bedroom. It will be your new bedroom, stack up three pillows, and lay over them with your butt in the air. I want you thinking about what you have done wrong. It is no ones fault but your own. You had many options to get yourself out of the mess you have gotten yourself into. I plan on making sure that you follow MY OPTIONS from now on to get you out of the mess as you obviously can't do it yourself."

Ann looked up at him, eyes wide, shocked at how stern he had suddenly gotten. "I” she started to protest.

"No, don't say anything. You agreed to the terms that you would do exactly as instructed. I told you to do something, now do it. And until the punishment is finished, you will only answer me and it will be with a Yes Sir or No Sir. Do you understand?"

"Uh. I guess"

With a quick smack on her butt he said "That is yes sir!"

Jolted into motion, Ann quickly replied "Yes sir," and went to the bedroom. Ann did as Asked. Doug left her to her thoughts for a few minutes after checking to ensure she had done just as he instructed.

Time seemed to drag on for Ann. The more she thought of what he had said, the more she realized how he was right. How she didn't do well taking care of herself, and how sad she was. She was almost in tears before Doug even came back into the room.
In a quiet voice, Doug said "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir." She said somewhat choked up.

"I see you've been thinking. You hurt me Ann, we've been friends forever. You know you can trust me. Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped a long time ago?"

"I don't know, sir, I … well, I just wanted to do it on my own. I kept thinking I could bring things back. I wanted to be strong. To make it all work by myself. I guess I just am weak and I don't know."

"Ann, listen to me and listen carefully. You are not weak. You are one of the strongest women I know. No one.. got that NO ONE can make it on their own. We all need friends, family, relationships to help us through, especially when things are rough. You can't just hide it inside and do it all on your own. From now on you will tell me everything. I intend to show you tonight what lying and hiding things will bring you. I assure you when I am finished; you will NOT want to lie to anyone for a very, very long time. Do you understand that? Do you understand why you are being punished? It is NOT for bad grades, it is for not doing anything earlier to help yourself get out of this mess. For not talking with me, when you knew I'd understand. For hurting me, yourself, and us. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

With that he stood up, knowing that she did truly understand and ready to ensure that they wouldn't be here for a long time to come. Doug put his hand in the small of her back and began to spank her with his hand. Ann was quiet, trying hard not to cry, and frustrated at the tears already leaking from her eyes. Soon the heat and intensity was beginning to build. Doug could feel it. She started to wiggle a little and groan a little. He paused, and rubbed for a minute, then slowly lifted her skirt up on top of her hips revealing her silky white panties.

"No, please, Doug" she whined.

"Yes, Ann, and before I'm done you will be bare. I am just now warming up. Now hush unless you want me to add some additional swats with the paddle when we are done. Listen to the rules. You may cry as much as you want, you may even beg me to stop, but you will not tell me no."

Before she had a chance to reply, he quickly began to spank her hard with his hand on her panties.

Ann was shocked at how much more it hurt! "I can't do this, please please stop! I changed my mind. It hurts!"

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, Ann, this is why you'll stop lying or hiding things because you don't want this pain again! And changing your mind is NOT an option now." As he said it he started to spank 10 on one side then 10 on the other. Ann was starting to sway and beg more. Doug stopped for a second to let her calm down, and to pull her panties to her knees. This time, she didn't protest. Instead, she just cried a little and said "Please, Doug, please be gentle."

"It won't be gentle, but it will definitely be what you deserve." With that Doug soon heard that wonderful sound of his hand spanking bare skin. He would warm her butt so much he thought, she wouldn't want to be here again. He was slowly letting up his pent up frustration out on her butt. It was turning from a light pink to a darker red now, and her sobs had become more pronounced. It was time, he thought, to make sure this doesn't happen again.

"Ann, I'm going to stop for a minute. I do not want you to move. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" she sobbed, wiping away her tears.

Doug went out of the room and got a short leather strap out of his dresser. "It hasn't gotten much use," he thought, "but that I think is about to change."

Going into her room he stood and sucked in his breath at the site of her. She was beautiful, he wanted her so badly, but knew now was not the time.

"Ann, we have a little ways to go. This is going to hurt a lot, but I assure you, it will do no permanent damage. Now, please, give me your hands."

Without protest, she put her hands behind her back and Doug quickly pressed them against her back holding her tightly. Then he started. SMACK!

The first stroke landed! Ann thought she was going to jump out of her skin. "AHHH. Please no, that is too much, I can't stand it Please. Pl…"

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

"Ahhh" She kicked and screamed but to no avail. The strap kept landing. She tried to pull her hands out and succeeded once. Doug quickly pulled it back and held her more tightly.

Ten more landed against her butt quickly. She suddenly felt exhausted. She couldn't fight anymore. Tears and sobs were flowing freely. She started to relax, sobbing, exhausted.

Todd released her hands, and rubbed her back gently. Just loud enough for her to hear he said "You're almost there, you can make it. You have only 10 more to go. They will be the hardest. I want you to take these without me holding you down. I won't make you ask for them this time, but you will not kick or try to put your hand back. Do you understand?"

Ann nodded.

"Answer me right Ann, do you understand?"

"Y..yes, sir" She managed to choke out.

Without any hesitation he quickly laid in 10 very hard strokes. Ones he knew she would feel for several days. Then just as quickly he dropped the strap, and scooped her into his arms. Carefully placing her so her butt was between his legs and touching nothing, he held her tightly. "Its ok honey, you made it. I am so proud of you. All is forgiven. We can go on together and see what develops. Ann, honey, I love you. I'm here for you, always, as long as you'll have me" and he kissed her gently on her head.

Ann still couldn't speak. Her breath was just coming back to her she just hugged with all her might and snuggled into the safety and love she felt against his chest. Slowly she calmed, and the sobs turned to gentle tears.

"Ann, are you ok?"

"Yes sir," she said "Sore, but …."

"But what?"

"Well, strangely, I feel calm." She said as she tried to sort out her emotions. She thought "I've just been embarrassed, spanked, and I hurt, yet I feel better than I have in weeks."

"Good" he said. "That is how you should feel. Forgive yourself, look forward, I'll take care of you, I've forgiven you. I'll always be here. Always."

"Thank you Doug, I… I love you." And she leaned up and kissed him. A long passionate kiss, filled with all her emotions of love pouring out. She felt cared for in a way she never had before.

"Why don't you get a little rest honey, then we'll go over to your place and pick up the stuff you need for the next couple of days. This weekend, we'll move all your stuff over here and you'll never need to see your roommate again. Ok?"

She smiled totally relaxed. "I'll go for the rest, but I'm not sure I want to sit in a car and go over there… perhaps I'll walk back home."

Grinning he said "No way, I'm not going to miss you squirming! I want to see that!"

Giving him a soft punch and grinning herself, she sunk once again into his chest feeling more loved and cared for than ever before.

~~~oo0oo~~~

This is my kind of story for sure. I like, real caring, some discipline and the anticipation of some good loving! But I didn't write it. I was written by my friend Carye. We used to get to hear from Carye a lot but not so much lately. I can't imagine what she's doing? She only has a husband to look after, oh yeah and four kids and of course she works full time too. But really should she let that get in the way of commenting and writing new stories for Fantasy Friday.
Sigh... some people need to work on their priorities. LOL!

I'm teasing Carye, but I do miss you and hope you have the time to check in soon. And if anyone else is working on a story that they are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I'm seeing improvement

I’m feeling better. Really, I think I can really see a change. Now I tried a lot of new things at once so I have no idea what should get the credit. I went on BP medicine and the prescription strength Vitamin D. I started being consistent about taking my other vitamins and my calcium and I also started taking St. John’s wort. I’ve been getting to bed a tiny bit earlier and spending more time at the gym. Can you tell I’m trying?

Things at school are not bothering me as much but I can’t tell if things are better there or if I’m just better at ignoring everything. It’s like I don’t know if feeling better is giving me a better attitude or if my attitude is improving so I’m feeling better. I guess it doesn’t really matter; I’ll take what I can get.

After listening to LJ this weekend I’m just glad I’m not him. He is cast in 3 plays at the moment. This week he has rehearsals every day. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday the rehearsals last until midnight and on Tuesday and Thursday he is supposed to be at two different rehearsals at the same time. On top of this he has to direct a scene for his final in his class on directing – these rehearsals have to be squeezed in sometime in between the others. Sometimes teaching can be a real pain in the butt but it beats the heck out of being a student!


Not much to talk about on the diet front. I mean it was Thanksgiving week. I was up some but we kinda ignored this week. Cross your fingers for me for this Friday. It should come back down but I’ve been fooled before. I know I am working hard at the gym now if I can just keep from over eating.