A little more venting

I got a sympathy card in the mail today, it read:

Hope the care and concern

that surrounds you today

Will guide and support you

each step of the way…

to a peaceful and hopeful tomorrow.

Thinking of you at this sad time

It was from my school partner, Megan.  She added the following note –

This card sums up exactly how I feel.  Oddly enough, I feel better just sharing it with you.

Poor thing, she is even more upset than I am.  John and I were the only partners she had ever had.  She’s only been teaching for four years.  I remember how attached you get to your partners when you are first starting out – they’re a bit like parents.  So part of the family is gone and one unknown and one jerk are being thrust upon us. 

Eve reminded me of a story I told her about Mr. K from several years ago. This just shows you about his personality and the general feeling of others at the school towards him.  Our cafeteria was changing to a new system and everyone had to be assigned a new number.  The head of the cafeteria staff sent out an email that read something like this.

We’ve had to change everyone’s lunch number.  So that it would be easy to remember, we used your home phone number.  If you don’t want to use this number just let us know and we’ll be happy to change it to anything you like.

Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it.  Not for Mr. K, he stormed into the cafeteria, during the busy lunchtime (the ladies were trying to get approximately 120 kids through the line) and pitched a fit saying…

“I don’t want to use my phone number! NO one asked me, I didn’t want it changed in the first place!  I don’t want these kids hearing it, or seeing me punch it in and then calling my house at all hours.  I want it changed and I what it changed NOW!”

I would have wanted to rip his head off if he had spoken to me that way, but the cafeteria lady, a sweet little lady, older then me, just gave him a kind smile and had him come back into her office where she meekly changed his number, writing it on a sticky for him.  He stalked out with out so much as a thank-you.  Those teachers and staff that had witnesses this rudeness told the story around the school.  But it wasn’t until the next day that the story got even better.  We all found out what number she had given him.  The number was 277-4653 and if you put it in your phone it spells out ASS-HOLE.  Lets hear it for little old, quick thinking, cafeteria ladies!!

I promise I won’t spend all my time complaining about Mr. K, but you can expect me to vent here some.  I guess it breaks the monotony of venting about Nick and the lack of spanking in my life – I’m afraid you can expect some of that pretty soon too.

Birthday and Pooky's survey

I have several things to talk about today. First thing - today is my 6th birthday! I posted for the first time 6 years ago today. So it really is like a birthday. I became a brand new person when I began the blog. 

I have been accused of gently encouraging a few people to begin blogs. Hmm… that might have happened on occasion, LOL! But I have a good reason. Blogging has been the best thing that has ever happened to me – it’s giving me closeness to my husband. It’s given me my best friends in the world. And now, instead of hiding who I am, I have a wonderful forum where I can talk to like-minded people about a subject near and dear to my heart. For forty-nine years I couldn’t talk about spanking to anyone – yes, blogging is important to me and I do encourage other to take the plunge. 

Speaking of friends beginning blogs I wanted to let you know that Minelle, who has written for Fantasy Friday, has begun a blog of her own. I hope you will go by and visit her at My Breath. I always think it’s fun to get in right at the first of a blog, but then again I’m nosy and don’t want to miss anything. Minelle has also contributed next week's Fantasy Friday, it's really good so don't forget to come by.

I also wanted to participate in Pooky’s survey. Here goes.

1. Have you read 50 Shades of Grey? Have you read all of them? 

I sure have!  Sunnygirl mentioned them to me right after she read them and I down loaded all three.  I enjoyed them a lot.  I wasn't looking for great literature, just a fun story - and I got it!

2. Have you read any other spanking fiction? 3. Did you start reading them before or after the 50 Shades?

I read as many blogs as I can find time to read.  I read 9 1/2 Weeks when it first came out.  Then Nancy Friday's, My Secret Garden, had several good spanking stories.  I read some Shadow Lane books before I found blogs and now that I can down load and read anywhere I want to.

4. Where do you find your find the best books? ie; Amazon, Blushing Books, Lulu, etc.

I've really only been since I read 50 Shades that I've been looking and I usually find my choices here and then go to Amazon to order.

5. Have you ever written any spanking fiction?

I sure have, I've done maybe 15 Fantasy Friday's and of course I write Cassie's Space, which is my true joy!

6. Do you follow Pk's Fantasy Fridays? Have you ever written for her?

Oh yes, I've followed me for years!

7. Have you Read Clint's Bootcamp Book? Did you participate in it after you purchased it? 

No I haven't read it.

8. Are you a reader in real life? How serious? 

I'm a very serious reader.  I've carried a book around with me since I was about ten, but I haven't read as much since I started writing.


9. Do you generally purchase your reading material, check it out at the library, or borrow from a friend? 

I nearly always buy it and I love being able to get it on my Kindle and carry my whole library around with me.


10. Are you more likely to leave a review if you loved the book or hated it? 

I'm more likely to now than I used to be.  I understand now how much it means to a writer to get feedback.

One last thing, there is a new story over at Cassie's Space.  I hope you'll come by.

Fantasy Friday - from, Courting Celia

Happy Friday! This is my weekend of freedom!  Now you all know I love my husband, but I also love my time alone.  Usually I have a lot of time alone in during the summer, but this year not so much.  Nick had the whole month of July off - it's been fantastic in getting the house done.  He is great talking to workman and explaining things and asking questions.  He's also done tons of the work.   This weekend, however, he is going golfing and I have the place to myself!  Write as much as I like, eat what I want (yes, honey, within reason), stay up late and sleep in.  By Sunday I'll be dying for him to get home, but it's still a fun weekend for me.


Today we have a real treat for Fantasy Friday!  I have had stories from people with all level of writing experience and we've loved them all, but today we have a professional writer!  Renee Rose - Closet girl   was kind enough to let us have an excerpt from the soon-to-be released novella Courting Celia (sequel to Loving Lucia).  After you read here, head over there for more great reading and to find out about her books.  For now, enjoy...

from, Courting Celia

The sisters Lucia and Celia made the rash and ill-advised decision to travel to Florence unattended, against the orders of Lucia's husband, Marco.  Here's what happens when Lucia must face the music: 

Lucia got up and stood before her husband, pulling at her hands anxiously.  After a year of marriage, she was no longer afraid of him, feeling confident that his love for her was secure even when he disciplined her.  Even so, in the face of punishment, her knees were weak and her belly was doing flips.

 

            Marco looked at her, more thoughtfully than angrily.  Then he sat in the chair and beckoned her to him.  He pulled her onto his lap and looked up at her.  “I couldn't let her go alone,” she said imploringly. 

            “You could have.  Perhaps she would not have gone if you'd refused.  Or perhaps you could have changed her mind.”

            She chewed her lip and shook her head.  “I know her better than anyone, Marco.  She would have gone alone.  I had to go with her.”

            He shook his head.  “You didn't have to.”

            “And let her go alone?” she asked, her voice rising with indignation.

            Fortunately, the Count was more amused than annoyed by it.  The corner of his mouth lifted just a bit.  “Can you not think of any other option?”

            “No!” she exclaimed emphatically.

            “No?”

            She stared at him, not sure what he wanted her to say. 

            “You could have told Tomi so that he stopped her.”

            She stared at him.  Betraying her own sister had never been an option for her.  She shook her head slowly.  “I couldn't have.”

            “Why not?  It would have kept her safe.  It would have kept you safe.  And it would've kept me from punishing you.”

            She chewed on her lip some more.  “You're asking me to betray my own sister.”

            He shrugged.  “Betray is a harsh word.  I'm asking you to make choices that will keep you both safe, especially considering your pregnancy.”

            “You're making me choose between my sister or you.”

            “Don't be so dramatic.  I am asking you to make better choices for the safety of my family, which includes my unborn child and your sister.  I don't think that's too much to demand of you.”

            She considered his words and her shoulders sagged.  He was right.  She hadn't thought of trying to prevent Celia from leaving.  She had just followed along on her twin's escapade, as she always did.  She had expected punishment, but had been resolved that she'd acted in the only manner she could have, under the circumstances.  Now she felt genuine regret.  “I'm sorry, Marco.  You're right.” 

            Marco pushed her to stand and unfastened his belt buckle.  She drew in her breath and her belly dropped, involuntarily.  He folded her across his lap and peeled up her skirts, baring her bottom.  He ran his hand over it with a caress and she relaxed a little, parting her legs, even as her mind was preparing for the inevitable spanking.  He spanked her with his hand first, flattening her cheeks with his big palm, smacking first right and then left, then middle, then the backs of her legs, which made her yelp.  There was a pause and she held her breath, listening.  She heard the whisper of the leather belt as he doubled it and then brought it cracking down on her backside. 

            He went easy on her.  He spanked for a while, but he did not strike so very hard.  Like Tomi and Celia, she imagined he was afraid of harming the baby, though she knew perfectly well that a sore bottom wasn't going to do any harm.  Still, she was grateful for the reprieve.  He continued until her bottom was burning, but didn't feel bruised.  Then he rubbed his hand over her heated flesh.         

            “You know what I like to do with pretty red bottoms like this?” he asked and she heard the purr of sexual interest in his voice.

            “What?” she asked, recovering her voice.

            He pulled her up to standing and stood himself, then bent her back over so her hands rested on the seat of the chair.  “Let me show you,” he said in a husky voice.

            “Marco,” she protested.  “What if Tomi comes back?”

            “It's this or another round with my belt, which do you prefer?”

            “This!” she squeaked.

            He laughed.  “I thought so.”

            He rubbed his fingers between her legs and she could tell she was already moist, as often happened when he spanked her.  She wriggled with pleasure and pushed her hips back at him.  He chuckled and she heard the rustle of his pants as he lowered them just enough to release his length.  He pushed his sex against hers, and she groaned, eager to take him into her.  “Good girl,” he murmured and entered her slowly, drawing himself all the way back out before he entered again.  She sucked in her breath.  He continued that way for a while, long slow strokes that wound her need up tighter and tighter until she heard herself saying, “Please?”

            Marco chuckled again and grasped her hips firmly, moving in her with more force and speed.  “Oh yesssss,” she panted.  He began moving her hips in a way that there was a rubbing up and down in addition to his thrusts in and out and it stimulated that feminine pearl of pleasure for her so that she started making little cries of need until they climaxed together, her keening cry drowned out by his loud groan. 

            He pulled out and spanked her several more times, hard.  She stayed in position, waiting for permission to get up, listening as he pulled his trousers back up and slid his belt back into place. 

            “Thank you,” she panted.

            Marco pulled her to standing and backed her up against the bed, pushing her to sit, then sweeping her legs up over her head to expose her bottom to his view again.  “You're a good wife to thank me for spanking you,” he murmured, inspecting her still-burning cheeks.  “This is a nice position, isn't it?”  He slapped her vulnerable bottom several more times, hard, and laughed as she tried to jerk her hips away and dodge his hand.  “If you ever take a risk like that again,” he said, punctuating each word with a sharp spank, “I will spank you to tears.”  In this position he could look at her as he spanked, and he did so now, raising his eyebrows.  “Capiche?”

            She nodded quickly.  “Capiche.”

            He gave her several more hard swats.  You know what's particularly delightful about this position?” he drawled. 

            “N-no,” she quavered.

            “It highlights this little rosebud so nicely,” he said, leaning over and planting a kiss on her sex. 

            “Oooh,” she let out her breath, shakily. 

            “Do you like that?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

            “Yessss,” she breathed.

            “Good, bambina.  He used his tongue to tantalize her, moving it up and down the entrance to her sex, then penetrating her opening with it.  He brought her to three more climaxes and she was nearly incoherent by the time he released her.  He lowered her legs and leaned over and kissed her.  “I love you, tesoro mio.” 

            She sighed blissfully and stroked his cheek.  “I love you, too,” she murmured.

© Renee Rose and Blushing Books

Renee, thank you so very much for sharing this with us for our fantasy this week.  I look forward to reading more of your work.  And again I ask all of you - send a story, you can be a writing pro or this can be your first attempt, but you will find a friendly audience here.  Send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Stolen identity

This is not on topic at all.  This is just about my life.  And my stolen identity. I was at Wal-Mart picking up shelf paper and looking over the school supplies that are all ready being displayed when I got a telephone call that suddenly changed who I am.

It was my boss, and he turned everything upside down.  I’m a math teacher.  For the past ten years I’ve been teamed with the same partner, John, and during that time we’ve been in a three-way team often.  For the last four years Megan has been teamed with us also.  With the three of us we had a total of 75 students to deal with.  And with that many kids came tons of paperwork. 

John retired at the end of last year and the boss agreed that Megan and I could do a two-man team.  She was thrilled.  She would do the language arts and science and I could handle the math and social studies.  She not wild about language arts, but the science had her flying high and she’s been working on getting everything together all summer.

Back to the phone call.  Changed had occurred.  I’m now in a four person team and I’ll be teaching four classes of social studies.  What?  I’ve taught math for the past 22 years.  I’m a math teacher.  Who am I now?  Social studies always seemed like a sideline to me. I do enjoy it, I find it very interesting – but I’m a math teacher.

I still get to teach with Megan – who was devastated and nearly in tears when she found out about the changes, one hundred different kids to deal with, four language arts for her and no science.  For me personally the changes aren’t horrible.  Social studies has a new curriculum this year that could be a lot of fun and at this time it’s not tested – meaning I won’t be responsible for end-of-grade test scores.  I guess that will take some of the pressure off.

But there is one big problem.  One of the four teachers is Mr. K – the one I wanted to beat so badly last year.  I didn’t, although I had for the previous three years.  Mr. K and I don’t get along, at all.  There has been friction for ten years. Let me describe him.  Picture a thirteen-year-old boy, he is always right.  He knows everything and he would argue with a signpost until the signpost agreed that Mr. K was right.  Most of the time Mr. K is wrong.  He is actually 38, never married; he was fired from his wrestling coach position for aggression.  Was thrown out of the next match for shouting for at the players and telling them to ignore the new coach.

Don’t get me wrong; I can handle thirteen-year-old boys.  But I handle them as a mother would when necessary.  I will be professional and I will be polite, but I’ve watched him bully and run over partners for the past ten years.  Ladies and gentlemen – that will not be happening this year.

Stay tuned – I have a feeling you’re going to hear more about this.

Someone is picking on me

I don’t how many of you remember back when my twin and I were both starting our blogs.  Nearly six years ago Eve began her site and I followed about a month later.  It was her writing that made me realize that there really was someone who understood exactly what I was feeling. We were both pretty paranoid back then, our friendship began fast in one way, but it was a while before we shared real information.  Once we did, we told it all, exchanged pictures, met in person, visited in each other’s home and took several vacations together.

You would think after 6 years of friendship she would be nice to me, wouldn’t you.  But she has been picking on me since she started blogging again back in the spring.  She claimed, beginning with this post, that I got her in trouble by recommending 50 Shades of Gray to her.  Of course, it wasn’t my fault!

Lately she has been posting amazing pictures of food on FB, both tempting and tormenting me.  I’ve gained several pounds just looking at them.  She keeps asking me why I am getting the new kitchen, when she’s the cook. She hopes to do hers sometime in the future. So Monday, I said, very sweetly in an email: 

Maybe by the time you get ready to do yours I can tell you some of the things we really love and some things we'd do different.

  

To which she answered:

With all due respect kitchen advice from you would be like sex advice from a nun. 

Can you believe she said such a thing!  I mean she’s acting like I never cook!  I’ll have her know I’m a great cook!  I cook as well as I clean house, mow grass, and do laundry!  I am waiting for an apology!

(*Now for all my new readers let me explain – I’m a phenomenal lover, a fantastic housekeeper, gourmet cook, I’m 30 years old and I weigh 125.)

All right, all the rest of you that have been reading here a while just keep your mouths shut and let me live the dream for a minute.  I hope you’ll all go by Nothing Random and tell Eve she need to be nicer to her little sister.

What I want, what I need

Yesterday was Nick’s birthday.  And I did get his birthday spanking, with all the trimmings.  He used a different implement for each decade and I was stinging toward the end – my fault entirely for being married to an old man! But we had a very good time.  Now on to the post I’ve been trying to work on…

Last week was a strange one.  I began three posts and didn’t finish any of them because I just didn’t know what I wanted to say. But here goes, because if it rolls around in my head any longer it gonna explode.

Let me preface this with the fact I know we are both (mostly Nick) running in circles with the renovations, but Nick and I are in one of our most difficult and long lasting cycles.  We each want one important thing from the other, yet neither of us is getting what we want/need.  I want Nick to be more dominant and to spank me more, Nick wants me to initiate sex more.  Neither of us means to ‘hold back’ as in “Since you won’t do this, then I won’t do that.” But the effects are the same.

I liked Bas’ last post – he described our problem pretty well. I’ve never really felt sexy.  Like most girls coming to age in the 60’s and 70’s, I learned about sex from my mother.  Who had in turn, learned from her mother, who was born in 1880!!  Yes it was these two wild women who formed my view on sex.  The basic idea was that ‘nice girl’ only did it after marriage, and only if they wanted to get pregnant. Later they might choose to 'endure sex' to possibly keep their husband from straying.  The idea was to allow your husband to have his way with you and hope he didn’t wake you.

Intellectually, I didn’t believe that.  I think we girls should pole dance and strip for our man; install that trapeze right into the mirror over the bed.  I think our toy boxes should be filled with every vibrating apparatus known to man and that our closet shelves should be lined with spanking implements.

I think that, but I never really lived it.  When we were first married I just wasn't much good at sex, I was so repressed.  But I rarely, if ever, turned him down. Nick’s not stupid and I know he felt my lack of enthusiasm and participation.  He wanted more of a response, I’m sure, but he was a gentleman and wasn’t pushy.  And over the years we probably averaged once a month.

I was one of those women who wanted to want sex – I really did want to feel that way, but it never happened.  So I quit trying, I buried myself in the children and Nick buried himself in work and we lived our lives.  Most of the time I pretended to myself that I wasn’t a sexual creature.  But when I did let myself go and fantasies, it was always about being dominated and spanked. And slowly the truth dawned on me.

Somewhere with in me was a hidden belief that nice girls don’t have sex and if they do they certainly don’t enjoy it.  But, if the man was in complete control, if you had no choice, if you had to do as he said, well then if you had sex and you enjoyed it, it wasn’t your fault !  For me, submission in the bedroom was what truly freed me.

When we first began all this, the more dominant he acted the hotter it was for me and the sexier.  Back then, the spankings were longer – sometimes really hard and my mind had a chance to ‘catch up’.  I had time to fall into my fantasy of ‘this man is in total control, I belong to him and I’ll do anything he says.’  Not only did my mind responded, so did my body. It was hot as hell, and for the first time in my life I felt sexy, I felt desirable and I wanted him in every sexy way possible!  And I did find myself initiating more, not tons, but more.  I didn’t even mind when occasionally he would turn me down, with a ‘not right now’.  Damn, that was hot – for me to want sex and be denied made me long for it more, and that was a feeling that I loved!

When Nick has me pick the implements, when he says ‘I’ll keep spanking until you tell me to stop, even when he says this is your treat, what would you like?’ It has the total opposite effect on me than what you would think.  This puts me back in charge and I can’t fully let go.

As the years have passed and TTWD is not longer brand new to us we fall into ‘habits’.  When Nick wants to make love, he will spank for a little while, but never long enough for my mind and body to catch up before he move on to other things.  I need that feeling of sexual dominance a little all along.

In our everyday life I am not submissive and he is not dominant.  We are equal.  But I don’t mind play-acting to improve our sex life.  A dominant text or email, telling me to do something (even like a house hold chore) is hot. A message that I’m going to be spanked later – for any reason or just because he wants to, is hot.  The threat, and follow through, of a particular implement, is hot.  A hard spanking before we leave the house to go somewhere so that I am actually sitting on a sore stinging bottom for the evening is ultra hot! (That was written by Badass, of course – we’ve sent Wimpy away for the moment.)

The first time he ever used his belt I bruised pretty badly. The reason for the spanking, he told me, was that I had talked and wondered so much about ‘punishment’ that he thought he would give me a taste of what to expect.  So he wasn’t angry, just serious (the attitude I love for him to have when spanking). We were going out to eat with some friends that night and my butt hurt!  There was no way I could sit without feeling it.  I could not keep the grin off my face all night and I was dying to get that man in bed when we got home.

I want Nick to spank more; he wants me to initiate more.  We love each other and we’ll work this out. I’ve posted several things over the last few weeks I wanted him to read, but I never ask him to.  I think I’ll ask him to read this one and maybe we’ll both get more of what we want.  

Fantasy Friday - In Her Place

I've spent a lot of time on my knees, so has Nick, for that matter. Wish it had been as much fun as it could have been - but in fact we were painting.  I think it's all done now.  Who know.  Tomorrow the cabinets are supposed to be completed, doors, drawers, crown molding - the works.  And this week should see the granite installed, the tile and the backsplash are supposed to be done too.  Please cross your fingers. My dead line is the first weekend in August.  That's my annual family reunion.  All should be done, but I'll feel much more relaxed when it is.  


We have another great story this week. Faerie, over at Faerie Learn to Fly, has written this one for us.  It has a submissive feeling that goes all through the story.  It will just put you in a different place and I'm betting you'll like it.  Please enjoy...

In Her Place 

She knelt at his feet, nude, except for the collar, so heavy around her neck, and the slave bells at her ankles.

With her head bowed and her eyes lowered she could not see his face, she is unable to judge his mood this night. Would there be pain and humiliation to be had at his hand? She trembled slightly with the thrill of anticipation. She absentmindedly chewed her lower lip as she thought of the myriad experiences she has had at his hand. They always start with her in this exact position.

On her knees.

At his feet.

When did she become so comfortable there?  More importantly, when had she started to crave being there?

 In HER place.

On her knees.

At his feet.

She sensed him moving, but dared not raise her eyes unless commanded too. She felt his hand reach for her chin, gently lifting her head until their eyes met. The blackness of his eyes pierced hers and held her captive as he uttered, “I have something special planned for you tonight, slave.”

He released her chin and dropped his hands as he spoke just one word, “over.”

Her body betrayed her with the beginnings of tingles, felt deep in the pit of her belly, as she moved to place herself across his lap. She had been here many times before and knew to relax and ride the waves of pain that were to follow. The waves of pain that brought such incredible pleasure.

Smack.

She startled a little, but knew to keep still when he was spanking her.

Smack, smack, smack.

She certainly felt every blow from his hand. She felt the absence of his hand between the blows even more. A second, a minute, she never knew as he followed no pattern, but her mind always raced with the anticipation of the next blow.

Smack, smack, smack…breathe…breathe…breathe.

The tingles in her belly now blossoming with each blow and exploding into wetness flowing down her inner thighs. She hears her breath coming in ragged inhalations now as the spanking continues.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, as flesh meets ever warming and reddened flesh.

Her butt on fire, her thighs drenched in her own juices her body betrays her again when she misses his command the first time it is given.

A pinch to her burning bottom brings her focus back and she finally hears and registers the command. Again, just one word, “up,” and she is sliding off his lap and back into her place.

On her knees.

At his feet.

He stands and steps away from her, she plainly hears him moving around the room, but she does not move so much as an inch. As she struggles to get her breathing under control she feels the silk of the blindfold slide across her eyes and his hands tying it firmly behind her head.

She has learned to take comfort in the blindfold.

His hand drops from the blindfold to her back, pushing her forward. She instinctively reaches her arms forward as he bends her into position. She doesn’t hear him move, but soon feels his hands cuffing her wrists to the hooks on the padded bench she is bent over. His hands fasten cuffs around her thighs, securing them also.  She no longer struggles to free herself and embraces the bonds as friends. Friends that will support her through what is to come.

She hears the slight swish of the paddle just a nanosecond before it connects.

Swat.

Her bottom is already red and tender, yet she moans with the pleasure the paddle gives her.

Swat, swat, swat, swat.

He still follows no pattern, but oddly enough the blindfold prevents the anticipation of the next blow. In the absence of that anticipation she is free, free to revel in the pain/pleasure she is receiving. The feel of the wooden paddle she inexplicably has come to love that transports her.

Swat, swat, swat, swat.

The pain generated from the paddle connecting with her flesh transports her to another realm. A realm that disposes of the physical body and touches the soul. A place of pure wonder and joy to be shared with him, and only him. A place she never knew existed, until she found her place.

On her knees.

At his feet.

She no longer registers the wetness flowing down her thighs, or the fact that the paddle is no longer being employed. She is lost in the haze of submission brought on so effectively by the spanking. She has entered the headspace she chased for so many years before she met him. The headspace she now relies on him to provide, like a junkie relies on a dealer.

She doesn’t question when she’s here, she just obeys. Whatever he commands, she obeys, because she is here, in her place.

On her knees.

At his feet.

The haze of that other realm she now dwells in obscures the sound of the leather strap as it descends towards her now very red bottom. The sharpness of the sting when it connects however brings her mind sharply back to focus. She’s grateful for the bonds that force her into stillness, allowing her no movement other than to breathe.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

She hasn’t learned to love the strap, yet. But she knows she will. She has learned to love, even crave, all the depraved things he does to her.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

The blows continue to reign upon her skin even as she loses herself in what she knows will be just the first of many orgasms she will experience this evening. She lets go of herself and flies freely through the mists forming in her mind. She flies toward the sun, each blow of the strap driving her higher and higher.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Her world narrows as she reaches the limits and pushes past them to soar even faster in to oblivion. Oblivion that can only be found in her place.

On her knees.

At his feet.

~o0o~

Faerie, I hope you realize what a great writer you are. Thank you so much for sharing your stories on Fantasy Friday!

I love reading all the different styles that my readers share here.  But you know I'm always, always asking for more.  I can promise you that most of the folks writing for us right now didn't think that they could do it, but they took the chance and we all have benefitted from it.  Now how about you?  Try a story.  You can send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com (I won't make you start a blog of your own, honest...) LOL!

Feel Free to Blame Me!

If it’s my fault, I fully accept it.  Another one of my friends has started a blog.  I hope you’ll all go by and read what Bas has to say at his new site, New Life in DD.  As I told him in comment I am very happy he will be blogging because I love hearing a man’s point of view. 

I love my women friends out here, but often I feel like we’re preaching to the choir.  We understand each other very well.  I’ll read some post and think, ‘Did I write this? It’s exactly what I think.’ These women have helped me enormously, but I am always anxious to hear a man’s point of view.  Paul, Florida Dom and now Bas can share that point of view with us.

Honestly, Bas did this all on his own, you can barely see my fingerprints on his back.  So go by and welcome him to the neighborhood.  And keep your fingers crossed, I know of one more blog that might be on its way.  I’ll let you know.

Lovely Blogger Award

I’ve enjoyed seeing the Lovely Blogger Award being passed around.  I think it shows real support throughout our community.  I especially want to thank those of you who nominated me, Spanky , Slightly Naughty Princess and Fondlers Anonymous.  I appreciate the thought.  As I understand it you are supposed to give 7 new facts about yourself and then nominate 15 other bloggers. 

Both of these things are hard for me.  I’ve been spilling my guts for out here for 6 years, how many more new things could I possible tell you?  But I’ll still give it a try in a minute.

Now about nominating other bloggers – no way.  There are several blogs out here now because of my pushy, badgering ways. I’m really proud of that, and all of them are lovely boggers.  I also have many good friends I’ve been reading for years and I’m happily getting to know new folks every day. I suggest you check out as many sites as you can and read all the comments.   You’ll easily find ‘your’ special group.

Now on to those 7 new things.

Nick came in as I was writing this post (about 9 PM) and asked if I wanted to go skinning dipping with him, I did and I did.

·         I was a virgin when I met Nick, he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with or ever plan to.

·         Given the chance to make my own schedule I’d stay up until around 2 AM and sleep until around 9 in the morning.  Get up and write until noon and then doing what ever else I have to do for the day.

·         I’ve been to 30 states, 5 countries and 3 continents.  My parents were the travelers.  I kinda like staying home.

·        I’ve spayed a cat all by myself. (I was a vet technician before I was a teacher. A stray was brought in to be put to sleep and I asked the Dr. if I could try spaying it.  I had assisted with thousands.   He said fine.  I did it and it and the cat recovered beautifully.  Then I was able to find her a home!)

·       I’ve told 9 different vanilla friends or family members about TTWD and there have been no negative reactions at all.

·         My earliest memory as a child, when I was 3 or 4, was sitting in the hall of my home, under a TV tray, which was draped with a big towel.  I was making up stories in my head.  Hmmm… same thing I do now, except I don’t sit under a TV tray.

What a week!

There have been highs and low.  But mostly it’s been a week of running around and working on the house.  Nick can do anything – he has moved furniture, put up new lights, taken down the front door to smoothly paint both sides, he and his brother cooked at the family picnic on the 4^th.  We’ve shopped for a refrigerator, looked at carpet, made decisions with the granite people only to find out they had told us wrong and we had to go back down to redo it.  We loaded our dinning room and 6 chairs in to the back of my van to head to Goodwill and picked up the new one I’ve been wanting. And all of Saturday we spent painting ‘my’ room where I like to sit and write. It’s full of all the stuffed taken from the kitchen and so much of the day was spent moving things from one place to another and climbing over what was left in order to complete the paint job.

You know Nick and I don’t have a Dom/Sub relationship.  Nick has made it clear by word and deed that he does not want one (tiny sigh.)  So we are equal in our partnership.  But how is this supposed to work when you simply have different things you want?  I think we’ve done a pretty good job with all the decisions we’ve made with the remodeling.  But when you have two equal partners and they each want something different, what do you do?  I know Nick didn’t really want a new dinning room set, but I’ve wanted one for years.  I wanted his okay, I finally got a shrug of acquiesce.  I guess that was close enough.  We differed slightly over which refrigerator to get – no big deal.  The one he preferred was what we finally decided on and I’m fine with that.  He’s welcomed to the final decision on the carpet, both the ones we looked at are fine with me.  But there’s one other decision we have to make and I don’t know how it’s going to turn out.  We both want the same thing, but I’m 99% sure that isn’t going to happen.  Since what we really want isn’t an option anymore, what to do? He wants one thing and I want the opposite. Now who decides?

Wish I could report that there has been spanking during this stressful week, sadly not.  Spanking is not Nick’s default setting when he’s overworked and stressed himself and I’m not about to bother him about it right now.  Hopefully we’re in the home stretch and our home will finally be put back together.  Just in time for me to go back to school.  Big sigh…

Fantasy Friday - Dance with me

Happy Friday!  It's been a week of working on the kitchen - at least for Nick, I'm the assistant for sure.  Honestly that man can do everything!  I don't give him enough credit.  He can do so much, so well I forget to be amazed and sometimes I'm not as appreciative as I should be because he seems to do everything so effortlessly.  There is still a ways to go, but progress is being made.


I'm happy to be sharing another story from Sunnygirl.  And once you read this one go over to her site where she has another great story up.  For now, please enjoy...

Dance with me

Katy and Bill were out for their morning walk.  Moving to this new community had spurred on their commitment to live a healthier lifestyle.  Most of their neighbors are actively involved in some sort of physical activity on a daily basis.  They had moved to this 55+ community when their last son had married and moved away. 

On their walk they passed a house where the garden was a bloom with colorful flowers.  They noticed a women gardening and told her they were admiring her handiwork.  She thanked them and came over and introduced herself as Sarah Burnett.  Sarah mentioned the dance at the community center this coming Saturday night and asked if Katy and Bill would be attending.  Katy said she and Bill loved to dance and would most likely attend.  Sarah said great and she looked forward to seeing them there.

They continued on their walk.  Bill mentioned to Katy that if they attended the dance she would have to promise him not to be her flirtatious self.  She was a big flirt and in their old circle everyone knew it was just that, flirting, no follow through involved.  Katy poohed poohed his suggestion.

 “I don’t need you to tell me how to act.”

Bill said “Quite the contrary.  Once you have had a couple of drinks you let down your reserve.”  

Katy told him he could be such a fuddy duddy and tried to change the subject.  Bill said he would change the subject but just wanted to warn her that he did not want her flirting with everyone at the dance.  They were new to this community and didn’t want to create any trouble.

Fast forward to Saturday Night

Katy and Bill arrived at the dance.  They saw a few familiar faces and waved hello.  Sarah Burnett spotted them and came over and asked them to join her and her husband, Will, at their table.  She introduced them to the two other couples at the table.  The band started to play and Bill and Katy got up to dance.  They danced the next three numbers and finally came back to the table.  Sarah remarked they danced beautifully together and said she wished Will was more of a dancer. 

Katy said she was sure that wasn’t true.  Everybody loved to dance and to prove it she took Will’s hand and lead him to the dance floor.  Will didn’t want to embarrass her so he went along. They started to dance and although he wasn’t as fluid as Bill he held his own.  Katy continued talking and dancing and when they came back to the table Bill could tell she had made another conquest.  Bill took Katy out of the dance floor once again and whispered in her ear to behave herself.  She said she didn’t know what he was talking about.  While they were dancing, one of the other couples from their table joined them on the dance floor.  Midway through the next dance, Jim and Sally suggested they change partners.  Bill was a little hesitant but Katy jumped right in.  Bill found out that Jim and Sally were not married but had been together for quite a while.  Sally was outwardly flirting with Bill and he was a little uncomfortable.  He couldn’t wait for the dance to be over.  Jim, however, was having a great time with Katy.  He too was an outrageous flirt and Katy gave as good as she got.  When they returned to the table, Bill grabbed Katy’s arm and escorted her out to the hall. 

“What do you think you are doing?  We had this conversation the other day.  I want you to stop it right now.”

“Don’t you get all high-handed with me mister.  He started flirting with me and you know how much I enjoy the game.”

“Yes, I do know you and know it doesn’t mean a thing.  But does Jim?  Maybe – maybe not but I am not willing to have this go any further.  Behave yourself or we are leaving.” Do you understand me?”

Katy disengaged herself from Bill’s grip and returned to the table.  She was really miffed at him and it showed.  Katy immediately asked Sarah if she would mind if she danced with her husband. Sarah said it was up to Will.  Will said he would rather sit this one out if she didn’t mind.  Jim piped in and said he would dance with her.  She got up, looked over her shoulder and gave both Will and Bill, her most seductive smile as she sashayed out onto the floor.

Bill knew he was in for a long night.  She had only had one drink and already she was in full flirtatious mode.  He tried acting nonchalant and conversed with the other table mates.  All the while he continued to keep an eye on Katy.  When the music changed and a raucous tune began he actually cringed.  He knew what was going to happen next.  Katy loved to dance and her dancing could become quite vigorous.  Tonight was no exception.  When Bill heard a comment from someone at the other table about his wife’s behavior he knew he had to step in.  He also knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.  He got up and went onto the dance floor and stepped in between Jim and Katy.  Jim quickly got the message but Katy kept dancing.  Bill filled in as her partner and when the dance ended and they were walking back to the table they heard someone else say that if she were his wife she would be sitting very gingerly tomorrow.

“Now what do you suppose they meant by that?” asked Katy.

“I suppose it means that you definitely overstepped the bounds and that he would take you in hand.” said Bill.

“Take me in hand?”

“Yes, meaning his hand would be warming his wife’s bottom.”

“Spanking her, you mean, are you kidding me?” 

“No and I don’t think that is such a bad idea.”

“Well, you think what you want but it is not going to happen.”

“We will just have to see about that.”

The more he thought about it the more the idea appealed to him.  Katy had always been a little wild and he loved that about her.  But her behavior had caused a lot of hard feelings over the years.  He didn’t want to stifle her he just wanted her to tone it down some.  Spanking might just be the answer.

Katy felt a little chastened when she returned to the table.  She was just having fun.  Why did these people have to be such a bunch of wet hens?  Maybe they made a mistake moving to a community of “old people.”  It was one thing to get older but another thing to get old and she didn’t intend to get old anytime soon, no matter the number of birthdays.

The evening ended and Bill and Katy drove home in silence.  They both went up to bed and still did not say a word to each other.  Katy finally broke the silence and told Bill she was sorry if she embarrassed him.  He told her she embarrassed herself. He hoped that she had learned her lesson. With that he got into bed and turned over and went to sleep.

Katy lay there for quite a while and kept going over the events of the evening and couldn’t image what warranted that comment from that man.  It was just dancing.  She knew she was a flirt but she was just having fun.  It didn’t mean anything.  She loved her husband and would never think of doing anything to jeopardize their marriage.

Weeks went by and Katy and Bill had resumed their normal lives.  There really didn’t seem to be any fallout from the dance.  They had become fast friends with Sarah and Will and they socialized with them frequently.  The following Friday the four of them had reservations to attend a dinner dance being sponsored by the Garden Society.  It was the largest fund raiser of the year for them and the money earned went toward the beautification of the town square. Sarah, being an avid gardener, was eagerly anticipating a great turnout and had enlisted Katy’s help to sell tickets.  Katy trotted over to the local VFW one afternoon and charmed many of the gentlemen to purchase tickets. Her next stop was the local Elks lodge.  Again she sold many tickets.  By the night of the dance all the tickets had been sold.

The two couples walked into the dance and were seated at their table.  They no sooner sat down when a gentleman came up and asked Katy to dance.  She politely declined.  A few minutes later another gentleman approached her.  Once again, she declined.  When the third fellow approached she told Bill maybe it would be better to leave.  He wanted to know why.  She sheepishly said she had sold so many tickets because she had promised a dance to everyone that purchased a ticket.  Bill told her they were not leaving and she would honor her commitment. Katy pouted but accepted the next dance request and everyone thereafter.  By the end of the evening, her feet hurt. She told Bill she couldn’t wait to sit down and put her feet up.  As they passed a table on their way out the door, one of the men had obviously overheard her comment.  He told the others at the table that if it was his wife she wouldn’t sit for a week and her husband must be a saint to put up with her antics.  She started to make a comment to the man and Bill quickly ushered her away. 

When they got home he told her to go on up to bed and he would join her shortly.  He sat downstairs for a while before he gathered the courage to go up and tell Katy what she had coming.  She was just getting into bed.  He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her over his lap and began his lecture.  He said he had enough and she was going to learn how to behave or she would find herself over his knee on a regular basis.  With that, he pulled up her nightgown and began delivering a sound spanking.  Katy started sputtering and Bill warned her she had better settle down unless she wanted him to get his belt.  Katy quieted. When Bill felt she had enough, he pulled her up to stand before him.  He rubbed her back, kissed her and tucked her into bed. 

Bill told her the worst part of the evening was that he hadn’t been able to dance with the prettiest girl at the party.  Not even once.

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Vacation weekend

Okay, I’ve done my whining for the moment, now I want to tell you about our wonderful weekend.  Happy 4th to everyone.  We took our vacation early. Like nearly every other place in the US, there is only one word for our weather lately  - HOT!  Where we live we can often get up to 95 – 98 on a hot, humid summer afternoon, but the prediction for Friday, Saturday and Sunday was 103, 100, and 99.  Not great.  So would you believe we went to a hotel with no air conditioning? We did, and it was wonderful. 

Even most of the mountains were hot, but not where we went.  I think we might have been on the edge of the world.  The cool breeze that flowed through our room and onto the deck could almost have been described as chilly as it grew dark.  Another wonderful perk of this particular place was the privacy.  We could easily go nude on the deck – and we did.  I didn’t think anyone would be peeking in from a building behind us.  I’ll let you judge, this was the view from our balcony.

We went with another couple; he was the best man in our wedding.  He and Nick enjoy photography and there was plenty of good subject matter.  But the ones I’m posting here are some of the one’s I took, except for the one of me here.  Our weekend consisted of picture taking, good food and peacefully rocking on the deck. Well that and a little loving on the deck while holding onto the rail.  We hated to waste such an opportunity.

We also got to see Mollie for supper Saturday night.  She looked great! She was tanned – not from laying out in the sun or a tanning bed, but from playing outside all summer.  She laughed when she told me she hadn’t worn any make up in over a month and she didn’t even know where hers was. 

She was really happy about this up coming week. This is when the campers are mentally challenged adults between 18 and 60.  All the campers have a one-on-one councilor and many of the former staffers come back for this week to be with the adult campers that they have been with before.  They only need three new female councilors for this session and Mollie got to be one of the three!  She was so excited to be chosen.  She usually calls me on Saturday afternoon and I can’t wait to hear how her week went.

Now back at home I was grateful to be on the receiving end of a short spanking this morning.  Nick told me I needed to start keeping up with my WW points – and I know he’s right.  I walked this morning before breakfast.  This weekend put on some pounds, I’m afraid.  Here is one more picture I saw at the restaurant where we ate with Mollie

Here’s hoping Nick has plans to do some smoking this week!

What in the hell does a girl have to do to get a spanking around here?

I have two posts I want to write, one about our great vacation and the other having to do with the title here.  Obviously, I’m going with the latter for the moment.  I’m frustrated.  I have a feeling I’m that there are others out here that sometimes feel this way.

Geeze – think of all the men out there who are dying to spank a woman, but they are afraid to bring it up to their wife or girlfriend.  And here we are, some of us with our tongues hanging out, longing and practically betting for a good spanking and we’re getting nothing!

So what can I do? I’ve not done well on the weight loss lately.  But if I come up with any flimsy excuse then there’s no spanking.   I go to bed after midnight sometimes, he’s asleep and doesn’t notice.  I’ve actually done some laundry and a tiny bit of cleaning lately so there’s not as much on that front.  This being darn near perfect is wearing on me.

Maybe I should tell him I’d like to be spanked!  Wow! I should have thought of that earlier! Hey I know, maybe I could write a blog – telling Nick that I love being spanked and that I really wish he would do that more. Oh wait, that doesn’t work either.

So what’s a girl to do? Sure, sure I could just say “Nick, I will you please spank me.”  I’m sure he probably would.  But I don’t like  begging, no one wants a mercy spanking.

Badass and Wimpy have been debating whether or not I should post this. There conversations go something like this.

Wimpy: You know damn good and well he’s not going to spank you unless he’s in the mood to make love.  Then he’ll pop your butt a few times and then move on.  That’s fine with me, leave him alone.

Badass: It’s not enough!  I love being spanked when we make love, but that shouldn’t be the only time.  We do great when we make love.  We usually go all out and its super, but I need some spanking just for the hell of it.  It doesn’t have to take a lot of time and energy, just some thought on his part.

Wimpy: Will you shut the hell up!  If you post this and he reads it, he’s gonna bust my ass.  He’ll try to make up for the lack of spanking all at once – too hard, too long and you’ll run the hell off and leave me to take it.  And then after that he’ll just forget about it again.  Just leave it alone!

Badass: If I don’t say something how’s he ever going to know?

Wimpy:  You’ve told him a million times.  He tired of hearing it. He's fine with the way things are, you know, so drop it all ready.

Badass:  NO! It’s too important to me to drop it.  He’s got a month off do you know how much I’d like to have a sore butt for even a short span of time.  I mean as perfect as I am, can’t he can come up with something he could spank me for!  Hell, he can make something up.  Do you know it’s been years since I’ve had so much as even one tiny bruise? I bet I haven’t had 2 spankings in one day since the beginning.

Wimpy: All you’re gonna do is get him pissy.  He’s gonna spank you too hard for me to take.  Can you at least remind him to use a warm up, change implements often?  Maybe let me leave my clothes on some of the time.  Get him to alternate between short really hard spankings and longer ones that aren’t so very hard?

Badass: He doesn’t listen to me either.  PK and I told him and wrote this post outlining things pretty darn well I thought.  You know what came of it – nothing. I know he love all three of us (PK, Badass, Wimpy).  I just wish we could turn him into a spanko.

Sign, such conversations go on in my head every day. I'm used to the two of them squabbling it's just that sometimes get to feeling like I don't care if Nick spanks anymore or not. I try not to think about it so much, but when I don't think about it I feel myself slipping away.  Retreating, and when that happens I start feeling really disconnected from Nick.  That's discouraging and I just slip further away.

 I don’t know what to do about it.   Nick and I are really getting along great right now. He does spank some. The kitchen is taking up a lot of his time and thoughts.  I really shouldn’t be picking on him now, but this is the way I'm feeling..  Maybe I’ll just leave him a note on the mirror one morning that says – “One of us is going to get their butt whipped today.  You can pick which one.”