Badass comes home!

Yep, she has come dragging her sorry ass home!  Wimpy in tow.  Their arrival was completely unexpected.  Not only that, they had a friend with them.  It was the real Nick, the one who sprang to life when I first came out to him. It sure was nice to see him.

I’m doing terrible on my attempts at weight loss, mostly because I’ve completely given up (that’ll do it every time). This past Friday it was really up there.  I had a cold and it was the first week of school and Mollie had been home and, and, and…  Nick never mentioned it and I was resigned to the fact it wasn’t something he wanted to mess with anymore.

I was planning to give up my gym membership – have haven’t been in a couple of months. But suddenly, Monday, Nick hands me a check and tells me I’m going back.  Hmmm… always nice to be told, then I don’t have to decide for myself.  How many times I have to go each week, according to Nick, is going to be based on how much I lose.  Again hmmm…

Today I decided to go, but I wasn’t all that enthusiastic about the idea. When I got there, although I’d remembered my gym clothes, I hadn’t remembered my tennis shoes and with only sandals I decided to head on home.  Nick was out mowing and I found the following email:

I hope you aren't thinking I have ignored your last Fri weigh-in.  With Mollie and colds I put things on hold... however.  As you get settled in today give some thought to your lack of progress.  Beyond the numbers and reasons or excuses for.  Where have you been on effort and attitude?  

 While reflecting insert one of the plugs.

Then when have thought things over come to me and tell me what you deserve and why.  Be specific.

Um – what?

The man has acted like he’s ever known anything but vanilla for, well for a long time, and now this?  Can’t say I was really in the mood, but what the heck. If he’s willing to give orders I was more than willing to go along.  He may have wanted me to come talk to him, but I swear me trying to T-A-L-K about TTWD is the same as me trying to read ancient Greek aloud.  I just can’t, words will not come out and it’s not very productive.  Hand me a computer, however and I can usually make myself understood.

I never got the chance.  I had barely gotten the computer in my hand when Badass burst through the door, shoves me out of the way, and begins typing!  I just sat and watched as she typed away and Wimpy stood behind shaking her head.  Basically she said what was needed was a long, hard spanking – belt, hairbrush and strap were the implements she mentioned.  Actually we all ended up agreeing, even Wimpy.  And we gave the computer to Nick and went to wait in the bedroom.

All I’ll say is that the man obliged. It made me think of our early days.  Back when he was trying to see how much I wanted with out going too far.  He did a great job.  I could have taken a bit more (except for that darn cane), but I almost felt like we were starting over and for that it was perfect. 

Sometimes I feel (and I’ve complained about) Nick only spanking for sex.  That’s fine at times, but there are other times I just want it to be about the spanking.  However this spanking was so good – it was intense and it went on for a pretty good while.  And by the time he finished I was eager to move on to that ‘dancing’ thing everyone talks about.

It’s been a very interesting day. Nick even sent another email asking for feedback – I mean what constituents a long, hard spanking is based on what an individual needs and wants.  So we’re talking.  I’m happy.  That’s want I really wanted – to know that Nick was still interested.  Seems he is.  The house is becoming pleasantly crowded again, the real Nick, PK, Badass, Wimpy and even Cassie.  A crowded empty nest – what more could anyone ask for.

The thinking continues

You can go back here to read the first part of this post – you know how I am once I begin thinking.

For a minute, think of happiness in a marriage on a scale of one to ten – one being sitting in divorce court and ten being living in total bliss unimaginable to most humans.  The first part of our marriage usually stayed between 4 and 5.  I don’t think divorce ever entered either of our minds, but wild, over the moon happiness wasn’t there either.  After I came out it shot right up to a good solid 9 for a while and finally settled down (after that honeymoon period) to a nice solid 8. During this time we were still exploring what it all meant.  I was meeting new people in blogland and even meeting them in real life.  Nick was reading my site and their sites.  I loved that, the fact that he was trying to learn about all this.  He was invested, he even wrote some Fantasy Friday stories for me!  But for one reason or another he stopped reading, both mine and everyone else’s.  It wasn’t all new anymore and I think we began drifting down the happiness scale.  Not back to where we were, but down to a 7, maybe a 6 at times.

In the past, when I’ve felt us drifting, I’ve usually email Nick or posted something about what I really wish he’d do to help us get that closeness back.  He read it most of the time if I asked him.  Sometimes he’d try some of it for a little while, but usually stuff just drifted away.  Right now though, I really wouldn’t know what to say to him.  I’ve thought and pondered and written post after post for six years to try to find the way TTWD would work best for us.  I don’t know what else to ask him to try.

Thoughts float through my mind:

Maintenance

Discipline

Rules

Dominance (submission rarely enters into my thinking, LOL)

Maintenance – I’ve always envied couples that use this, but it’s not ever been something Nick seems to want to do.  When we’ve tried it, it has only lasted for a few weeks.  And I always felt like it was just something else on his to do list.  As in, “Hmmm… I need to mow the yard, wash the car, spank PK (it’s not going to lead to sex so it doesn’t have to take much time or thought), then I need to take the garbage out…” I am being totally unfair to Nick here, but I’m giving you my perception, not reality.

Discipline – I have friend through out the whole scale of discipline.  But those here that I am really the closest with don’t really use any true discipline. I still have fantasies of it and I always will. It’s like with Tom and Cassie – their relationship is my total fantasy.  In real life I’d smother Tom in his sleep!  But when we exchange the word discipline with words more like ‘motivation’, ‘encouragement’, ‘focus’ that might fit us better.

Rules – Nick used to give me rules.  In spite of what he might think, they really worked and they helped me.  But he doesn’t do it anymore.  I worry about this because Bas gave me a new way of thinking about those rules.  I’d follow the rule for a while, but then when I gradually stopped, Nick never said anything and never did anything.  So I felt he really didn’t care (about the rule or whether or not I followed it).  Bas explained that if I wasn’t keeping the rules he gave me, maybe I was the one showing him I didn’t care about what he had said or about respecting his right to give rules.  I really do see his point … but, but… I guess I’m a tester.  If he saw I wasn’t follow the rule and he spanked me over it, I would see that he really did care about this rule and I’d try much harder to follow it.

When I do break a rule that Nick feels is beneficial, I have a million reasons and excuses for why I broke it, and Nick, being a wonderful, kind man almost always accepts these excuses.  I want a basketball approach to rule.  In basketball, if you step out of bounds with the ball, then the ball goes to the other team.  There could be many reasons this happened, maybe you tripped, maybe you lost your balance, maybe someone distracted you, maybe you didn’t even realize you had stepped out of bounds.  You can tell all this to the referee – he may even agree with you, he’s not angry, but the ball still goes to the other team.

I wish Nick would pick a few things he really cares about (I said a few) and be willing to enforce them.  If he wants me in bed at a certain time and I come to bed 15 minutes late (and he knows it) then I wish he would spank me the next day regardless of the reason. 

Maybe I had homework to do – Nick: That’s too bad you had so much to do. You’re still getting spanked.

Maybe one of the kids called late and I stayed up to talk to them – Nick:  What did the kids have to say?  How are they doing?  And you’re still getting spanked for coming to bed late.

Like the ref, he’s not mad, he sees that things might have caused it, but the penalty is still the same.

Another things about rules, I wish he would make them clear.  Say, “You are going to have to do ‘this’.  It’s a rule, that’s it.”  That helps me.  If he says, “You know you really should think about doing ‘this’. Part of me gets really irritated.  Of course I should do a lot of things – but I don’t, I don’t seem to be able to make myself – but he could.  When he says ‘It might help if…’ or ‘I think it would be a good idea if you…’ or even, ‘maybe if you cut down on …’, it’s not effective.  Cassie didn’t get her ability to manipulate semantics all by herself, you know!

Dominance – Nick and I are equal. It’s the only thing that really works for us.  I am more that willing to try to follow any reasonable ruled he comes up with – especially regarding weight loss. But, I’m following them because I know he cares about me and they would be something really beneficial to me, to both of us, not because he’s the boss. Now in the bedroom, I do love being dominated. He wants to do something – old or new, I’m willing.  He wants me to try something, I’m willing.  If it’s something I don’t like I’ll tell him and we’ll decide what’s best – give it another try in the future or let it go.  But I’m willing, and THAT sure wasn’t true before TTWD.

And just for the fun of it I wish he would sometimes push my limits – with many things – spanking, bondage, blindfolds, plugs, mats, hot creams… just sometimes, so I can float away on a darker fantasy just for the fun of it.

Sorry, I know this is long and rambling.  I’m hoping to write a post soon about what Nick thinks of all this is.  Not that I’m going to ask him or anything – that post will only be sharing the things Nick says in my head.  Simply what I think he’s thinking.  LOL, maybe he’ll want to read that one. But I’m not sure when that will be – Cassie is requesting my typing services and that’s one lady I do not want to ignore!

Here I go thinking again...

It’s peaceful here.  Nick is golfing, Mollie moving into her new dorm/apartment.  This may be the first time I’ve gotten to sit quietly in my writing room since the kitchen and the rest of the house was put back in order.  I have my annual back to school cold, but of course, that was expected.  It’s not too bad and I have this quiet weekend to get well and gather strength for teaching next week.

I’ve spent the morning so far doing everything I could to avoid writing.  It’s strange for someone who enjoys writing as much as I do – and I really do,  to HATE getting started!!  I’ll put it off forever (I even cleaned some this morning), but once I start I can’t stop.  This will be a very rambling post.  I have many things to sort through in my mind and I’m just going with the flow wherever it takes me.  So this may be broken up into several posts.  We’ll see.

I know a few of you (bless your hearts) worry when I seem down or something.  Please don’t.  I’m fine, and that’s the truth.  I’m striving for even better, but there is nothing wrong.  Just looking for improvement.

I’ve just got the TTWD blues.  I’m going to blame some of it on work.  In order to keep my sanity at work I have to adopt an ‘I don’t care attitude.’ I still want to clarify one thing – I do care about my students, that they are happy, healthy, learning, growing and feeling secure. I also care about my partner Megan and how she is doing, but other that that, to all the things swirling around outside my room – I don’t care.

Changing what I’ve taught for nearly a quarter of a century – I don’t care.

Changing the calendar and start dates – I don’t care.

Being forced to take teaching advice from someone whose total experience in teaching is four years as a High School PE teacher – I don’t care.

One of my teaching partners being one of the few people I’ve ever know that I really can’t get along with – I don’t care.

Being told repeatedly that how I teach is so totally old fashion and completely wrong and that no one could possible learn anything unless it’s taught through a computer – I don’t care.

Well, I think you get the picture.  I’m not saying this in a desperate, hateful or even unhappy way.  I’m not sad about this feeling; it’s more like a cloak of serenity.  As I see retirement on the horizon, I no longer feel I need to spend time and energy tilting at windmills. I can smile sweetly, nod in pretended agreement and then go in my classroom and teach the young’un they give me the way I really feel is the best way to teach the subject at hand.  I have indeed reached the point when it takes more trouble and paperwork to fire me and to just leave me alone.  Especially since I’m not causing anyone any trouble.  When someone points out that I’m not doing something the way they want it done I give them a sweet smile and say, “Oh my goodness! I’m not?  Well I’ll certainly work on that.”  They go away happy and I continue to ignore everything that they said.  Problem solved, except… 

I need that cloak of ‘I don’t care’ to survive the workplace without becoming angry and frustrated, but it’s hard to throw it off when I get home.  So I find myself thinking:

I’m gaining weight again – I don’t care.

We rarely do TTWD anymore – I don’t care.

Nick and I aren’t as close as we were for a while – I don’t care.

I haven’t posted in a while – I don’t care.

The problem is  I DO CARE !  I care about all these things, but I can’t seem to bestir myself to do anything about any of them.

So I've been trying to find time to give it some serious thought.  If you're interested in what is swirling around in my head come back and I'll see if I can get it down where is make any sense at all.

Fantasy Friday - Bridget and Jon Host a Dinner Party

I sure am glad to see Friday roll around this week.  Nothing is better than a Friday during the school year. The week has gone pretty well.  I'm starting to get a handle on parts of what I'm doing.  But I don't want to think about work.  I want to think about Fantasy Friday.

Today's story is from Slightly Naughty Princess.  Clink the link to check out her blog and there are more stories to be found there.  For now, settle back and enjoy...

Bridget and Jon Host a Dinner Party

Bridget looked at the platter in front of her and turned to look at her husband Jon.

     “We need some black olives to put on this platter.”

     “Bridget, I just went to the store an hour ago to get the fancy tooth picks.  I am not going back to the store for olives now.”

     “Fine!  Be that way.”

And, with that statement, Bridget threw down the dish towel and stormed out of the kitchen.  Jon looked out the window and took a deep breath.  Then he went to find Bridget.  He found her by the dining room table arranging the glasses.

     “Okay, Bridget.  I can see the party has put you under some stress.  I should have done this earlier, but let’s head up stairs.  I think a spanking would help settle you.”

     “Help settle me?  What I need is some help.  All I said was that we needed some olives for the platter.  I just need some space from you right now, Jon.”

     “Well, I think you need to change your attitude here.”

     “The only thing I need to change right now is the table set up and then my clothes. I am trying to do all of this so everything will be great tonight and you are acting like a big jerk.”

     “Alright, Bridget that does it.  At first you needed a spanking just to help calm your nerves and stress level.  But, now you need a spanking not only for that, but your disrespectful attitude.  When you stormed out of the kitchen then I was not happy.  But, now you are calling me names and distancing yourself from me.  I won’t have that.  I’ll be up in two minutes.  You better be undressed and facing the corner when I come up.  Don’t push me on this, Bridget.”

     “Fine!”

Bridget started up the stairs and a few tears spilled out of her eyes.   The tears were a combination of stress, being mad at herself, and knowing the pending spanking was upon her.  She should have kept her mouth shut! 

Bridget went to their room and took off her shoes, jeans, and her shirt.  She walked over to the corner wall and stood in her panties and bra.  She stared down at her feet and shifted from side to side a little.  She heard Jon coming up the stairs and took a deep breath.  She was not scared of Jon.  She loved him and he loved her.  They were in a committed relationship that included spanking.   But, even so she did not look forward to what was in front of her.   She laughed to herself because what was to take place was really behind her.

Jon walked into the room.  He was pleased Bridget at least did as he asked.  She was standing in the corner waiting for him.  He went over and sat on the bed and then he spoke.

     “Bridget, I need you to come over here now.”

Bridget turned and walked over to her husband and stood in front of him.  He took her hands in his and looked up at her.

     “Bridget, you know I love you.  I want the party to be a big success.  I know it will be because you’ve worked really hard.  But, Bridget you started acting like a brat and I can’t have that.  I was willing to overlook a little bit of an attitude, but really that is a mistake on my part.  If we had done a maintenance spanking earlier then we might not be here right now.  I take responsibility for not reading the signs better.  But, distancing yourself and calling me names goes too far.  So, you have earned this spanking.  I want my sweet and happy wife at this party.  You know I’ll do all I can to help you tonight.  But, we’ve got to take care of this now and not later.  Take off your panties and go get the leather paddle.”

Bridget started to speak, but the words would not come out.  She knew everything Jon had said was true.  She deserved this spanking and so she would not protest.  She stepped out of her panties and walked to the drawer that held their implements.  She glanced at the flogger and quickly thought she wished she was coming to get that instead.  She picked up the paddle and closed the drawer.  She walked back and gave it to Jon.

     “Climb over my lap, Bridget.  Let’s get this done.”

Bridget nodded and put herself over Jon’s lap.  She braced herself for what would come next.  She immediately felt his palm on her butt.

     “Bridget, I was going to just paddle you, but I want to warm you up a little.  I am starting with my hand, but we are going to get to the paddle.”

Jon continued to pound her backside good with his hand.  She was starting to squirm a little and her backside was heating up.

     “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK.”

Would he ever stop with his hand?  Bridget started feeling the burn more and more and finally she spoke.

     “I am sorry, Jon.  I know I acted badly.”

     “You did, Bridget.  Just a few more and we will move on to the paddle.”

Finally, he stopped.  He looked down at Bridget.  Her behind was pink.  He did not enjoy punishing his wife.  But, this was the lifestyle they agreed upon and he needed to follow through with his end of the bargain.  He ran his hand over her butt cheeks.  He loved his wife and her submission to him pleased him.

    “Okay, Bridget.  This paddling is for your behavior earlier.  We’ve already talked about this, but distancing and name calling are out of line.  I love you too much to let that slide.”

And, with those words the paddling began.  Bridget found it hard to hold her composure for long.  Gosh, that paddle hurt.   She started squirming around and then she become vocal.

     “Okay, Okay, Jon.  I am sorry!  I.....was.....ouch.....WRONG!”

     “Settle in Bridget, this is not over until I say it over.”

Bridget gripped the bedspread and soon the tears started to fall.  This hurt.  The pain was coming over her, but also her thoughts about her behavior.  She stopped being strong and gave over to her tears.  The paddle kept coming down all over and she cried.

     “You’ve done great, Bridget.  This is the last ten.”

Bridget cried, gripped the bedspread, and let herself lean into her husband.  Finally, it ended.

Jon pulled Bridget up and grabbed her in his arms. 

     “Shhh....baby girl.  I love you.  The spanking is over.”

Bridget felt safe in her husband’s arm.  She let him hold her and whisper words of love to her.

     “Bridget, I know you need to change and get ready for the party.  I know it is going to be great.  I want to make sure you stay submissive and on track.  So, I want you to get the butt plug out of the drawer.  I want you to wear that during the party.”

Bridget looked up at Jon and frowned.  She did not want to do that, but she did not say a word.   He took her chin in his hand and lifted her head to look up at him.

     “Bridget, I love you.  I want to have a great time.  But, when you sit on your chair tonight and you feel the plug and your backside from the spanking then I hope it will remind you to be a good girl tonight.”

Bridget wanted to protest, but she knew he was right.  She knew the plug would be a reminder to her to be on good behavior.  Her backside burned right now.  She did not want to repeat this later.   She went to get the plug out of the drawer.  She grabbed the lube and walked back over to Jon.  Jon motioned her to lean over the bed.  He put some lube on his fingers and placed the lube on her opening.  Then he took the plug and without much ceremony he pushed it in place.   Jon gently patted her behind and kissed her back.  He helped her rise and told her he would see to things downstairs so she could get ready.   She kissed Jon before he left and went to the closet to get her party dress.

The guests arrived and the party was a great success.  Jon passed by Bridget and overheard her talking to one of her friends.  She mentioned something he asked her not to discuss.  He stopped and asked her friend to excuse them as he needed his wife in the kitchen.  Bridget blushed as they walked away.

     “Bridget, I asked you not to discuss that subject with anyone and here I just happen by and you are talking about it.”

     “I’m sorry, Jon.  I know I should not have said anything.”

     “I thought the spanking and the plug would have kept you in line tonight.  Grab that wooden spoon and meet me in the laundry room.”

    “What?!?  Not now, Jon.”

    “Well, wife.  That is not your decision.   Unless you want me to spank you right here in the kitchen then I suggest you get the spoon and meet me in the laundry room.”

Bridget grabbed the spoon and made a dash for laundry room.

     “Bridget, lift up your skirt and lean over the washing machine right now.  I know you are sore, but you are still getting a spanking.   I can’t believe you broke our trust agreement.  The party is going great and I am proud of you for that, but I am disappointed in you right now.”

Bridget lifted her skirt up and put herself over the washing machine.  She grabbed a washcloth and bit into it to stifle any noise.  Jon started spanking her and took extra care to hit her sit spot.  Soon Bridget was dancing around and mumbling into the washcloth in her mouth.  Jon spanked her for a few minutes and stopped.  He did take a moment to push the butt plug in and twist it around, showing his dominance this way.

     “Bridget, it’s over.  Let’s go out and have a good time with our friends.”

      
 Bridget turned around and hugged her husband. 

    “Jon, I am so sorry.  I should not talk about that issue with my friend.  Thankfully I did not say very much.  You happened to walk by right when I started to talk about it.  I know it was wrong.  I am going to stay on my best behavior from here on out.”

    “That’s my girl.”

And, with that Jon gave her a long kiss and they left the laundry room.  About that same time Bridget’s friend came into the kitchen to help.   She saw Bridget and Jon leave the laundry room.   Bridget had a blush on her cheek and her friend noticed.

    “Hey, Bridget and Jon. What were you doing in there?  Were you fooling around back there?”

    “Ha, Ha.  Good one, Janet.   Jon was helping me put some dirty laundry back there.”

Janet looked at them and smiled.  Bridget grabbed some more food to take to the table and Jon went to get some more ice for the drinks.    The rest of the party went off without a hitch.  Janet told Bridget she would come back in the morning to help clean up the house.  Everyone left and Bridget and Jon made their way upstairs.  Jon told Bridget she could remove the plug.  They were tired, but passion took over those feelings and they made passionate love before falling asleep.   The next morning they got up and made their way downstairs.  The wooden spoon that Jon spanked Bridget with was still out on the table.  Bridget picked up the spoon and stood there and smiled.   Her backside still hurt today, but the memories of the rest of the night were sweeter than any pain she felt.  Jon walked into the kitchen and saw Bridget holding the spoon.

     “You better put that spoon back in the holder or I might decide to spank you again.”

Bridget turned to look at her husband.  His hair was a mess and he looked so good in his boxers.  She loved this man.   She looked at the spoon and back at him.  The next words that came out of her mouth surprised even her.

    “I’m counting on it, husband.  I’m counting on it.”

And, with that she put the spoon down and walked towards the laundry room.  She looked over her shoulder.  She couldn’t help but to smile.  Jon walked over, grabbed the spoon, and tapped it in his hand.  She caught his eye and laughed.  Away she went to wait for the husband she loved.

~o0o~

SNP thank you so much for your story.  I really appreciate my blogging friends that contribute so much to Fantasy Fridays.  I mean several have their own blogs and they are still helping out.  That means a lot to me.  I hope everyone who has a story in them is thinking of sending it.  If you do, send them too elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Still plugging along

Hey I wanted to do a quick post to let everyone know I’m fine if not exactly back on top of everything.  When I don’t have time to think about TTWD I’ll never be at my best, but it’s only a matter of time.  I do want to tell you what is taking up so much of my time and thoughts.

You all know I’ve changed from math to social studies. Not my first choice, but I like social studies so I’m okay.  As it has worked out I get to have my lunch with Megan and I don’t have to sit with Mr. K and Ms. T.  Everyone is still being polite and mostly trying to be accommodating to one another.  Mr. K stays out of my way and out of my business,  lets hope that keeps up.

But we have changed to a different curriculum in SS this year.  We are teaching “Ancient civilizations through 1400”. Now you know as much about what I’m supposed to teach as I do – Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece, and Rome, okay I get that.  But what about ancient China, India, anything in Australia? Aborigines?  What about Aztecs, Incas? Ancient Native Americans?  Am I responsible for teaching all of this, some of it, which areas? When I ask these questions of fellow teachers, the administration and anyone else I can think of to ask I usually get a, “ Well… ummm…” and that’s about it.  Yet I found out today that there will be an accumulative test at the end of the year.  (The content of which is to remain a mystery.)

You’d think I’d be all right if I just followed the book wouldn’t you? Might work, but we have no books – none, nada and we’re not getting any.  So where am I supposed to get my information?  Wikipedia? I’d be satisfied with one teacher’s edition. It’s frustrating and taking up way too much of my time, which would rather spend reading, writing, commenting and in general visiting with my blogging friends.

I know all will settle down soon. I can get a little ahead.  I had all my lesson plans and worksheet for math.  With math, I taught a little, and then the kids practiced a math concept with me there to help for a while – I’m talking/teaching a lot more now and it’s more tiring.  But as soon as I get a little ahead I’m going to make a real effort to find everyone (PK, Badass, and even Wimpy). Cassie is in the process of telling me another story so things are definitely looking up. Don’t forget to come by for a new Fantasy Friday tomorrow.

Struggling

This isn’t working.  I try to stay away from writing out here when I’m not doing so well. There is nothing wrong, certainly nothing bad.  I’m busy with school starting.  Tomorrow is the first day for kids. Everyone on my team is acting profession and polite.  We’re all trying.  I can’t ask for more than that.  But I’m not doing well.

I can’t find anyone.  PK hasn’t come back, haven’t heard a word from Badass or Wimpy either.  Cassie must be off living her life because she hasn’t dropped by for a visit.  I’m feeling a little lost and lonely and I hate to blog when I’m down, why drag others into my spiral?  But at the same, time writing is about the only thing I know that might bring everyone back. 

When this happens I lurk, but I rarely leave comments. That make me feel bad, but it’s part of my turning inward and not talking.  When I do this, I feel further separated from everyone.  I don’t even answer my emails like I should, then I feel bad about that and the spiral continue. 

The summer was busy (and I’m so glad to have the kitchen done), but it pushed everything to the background.  The kids were home for a week (loved that) and then the reunion (loved that too). Now I’m back at work with something I haven’t taught before so there is way more preparation right now (it will get easier). Mollie comes home today for a week before she heads back to school, so I want to spend time with her.  But I still need some time to look for me too.

All is not lost though.  I have Nick – and that’s major.  Last week, on the seventh, he text me to plan on a surprise weigh in that evening.  That was sweet.  I had managed to keep it slightly below what I’d been right before the eat-fest reunion, so the nice spanking I got was more of a warning to pay attention and not let it get away from me again. It helped me some.

But I still didn’t feel like me. Then Saturday morning I got an email from Nick accusing me of being, “guilty of failure to disclose relevant info”. It seems like I never got around to mentioning Consensual Spanking Day to him.  I thought about it, but he had spanked me the day before and I didn’t want to bother him.  So he took care of it Saturday, along with the interest it has accrued and then on to other fine, fun activities.  I appreciate Nick’s attention.  It helped, nobody’s come back yet, but it helped.

I do have some long conversations with Nick about TTWD and some things I really need or think I need.  I try to explain to him how I think it will really bring us closer. But he doesn’t always agree with me and I’ll have to say his points in the discussion are sound and reasonable.  I guess the biggest problem with these conversations is that they are all taking place in my head and Nick doesn’t know about any of them.  It’s like the old day.  I hate it, but I can’t seem to stop.

Don’t give up on me.  The gang is bound to come dragging in eventually.  I’m also going to try to write out some of the ‘conversations’ Nick and I are having.  I’ve given up on ever being able to have them in person.  It’s impossible for me. Even the thought of trying makes me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.  But I think I can write some of them.  When I get the time, I’ll try.

My thanks to Minelle for nominating me for the Meta Awesomest Blog Unicorn Prize.  If there are ten things I haven’t told about myself in all these years I’m probably never telling, but I have very much enjoyed lurking around and reading everyone else’s.  

Fantasy Friday - Running Creek Ranch

I have survived the first three days, but I'm not out of the woods yet - the kids don't come until Monday.   Don't like that I'm still too swamped getting started to be here much, but soon.  And no I haven't forgotten what this blog is about - I'll get back on topic soon, promise.

Meanwhile, it's Friday and everyone wants their story.  Thank goodness for Sunnygirl.  She was kind enough to send me several a while back in case I ran short.  Sunnygirl, you are a treasure!  I know you should be posting these on your site and I sure appreciate you sharing with us.  I'm glad you started writing!  I hope you'll all enjoy...

Running Creek Ranch 

Caleb Fletcher was used to seeing cowboys walking up the ranch road hauling their saddle and whatever other gear they could handle. He usually stopped to ask if he could give them a lift.  In this part of Montana he wasn’t worried about any of the usual things people in other parts of the world worried about.  Usually, it was just a cowboy down on his luck.  So when he stopped this time he was shocked when the cowboy turned out to be a cowgirl. 

He asked if he could give her a lift somewhere.  She told him she was just going up to the Bear Creek Ranch to see if they were looking for hands.  He told her he was going that way and he would get here there and to ask for Frank Fortuna.  He was the Ranch Foreman and would know whether they needed any help.

He didn’t introduce himself and didn’t ask her any questions.  It was a silent ride to the ranch and when he dropped her off he just continued on to the main house.  When he got inside he buzzed Frank on the intercom.  He told him he just dropped off this gal looking for work.  He told him to check her out and if it was feasible to give her the benefit of the doubt.  Caleb felt she could use a break.  She looked pretty down and out.

Caleb went on about his business.  As the owner of the Bear Creek Ranch he was a busy man.  In addition to running the ranch, he was a successful attorney. One down and out girl was just a blip on his radar.  It wasn’t until four or five days later when he went out to the barn and saw her mucking out the stalls that he remembered.  He sought out Frank and asked about her.  Frank said he hadn’t learned much.  Her name was Jane Mackey and she was originally from Colorado.  She told him she had been brought up on a ranch and there wasn’t much she couldn’t do when it came to ranch work.  Frank said she was a hard worker and pretty much minded her own business. He said he had put her up in the small groomer’s room behind the tack room rather than in the bunkhouse, which allowed her a little privacy. 

Two weeks later the sheriff called Frank Fortuna and asked if he had taken on any hands lately. He said he had hired a gal a couple of weeks ago.  The sheriff asked him if she was still there and if so to keep her there.  He would be out later to see is she fit the description on the Missing Persons report.  

Caleb happened to be in Frank’s office and saw Jane coming out of the barn.  He went out to her and introduced himself.  He explained the sheriff had called and was coming out to ask her some questions about a Missing Persons report. He invited her into the office and offered her a pop.  She accepted and sat back on the leather sofa as if the air had just been sucked out of her.  A tear trickled out and she quickly wiped it away.   Caleb watched her closely.  When she removed her hat and he noticed long brown hair with reddish highlights, green eyes and a pert upturned nose.  He suspected there were freckles under the dust on her face. He guessed she was about 25, not very big, couldn’t be much more than five and a half feet tall and didn’t look like she weighed enough to withstand a good wind but he had seen her mucking out stalls and knew that wasn’t true.  What was she running from? Or to?

Dale Grayson, the local sheriff, arrived soon after.  Dale said he was just following up a on a Missing Persons report that had come across his desk.  Jane spoke up and asked if the report had been filed by Drew Mackey.  Dale nodded his head and looked at Caleb.  Jane told them that Drew was her brother and he had been looking for her for the past year.  She had left home after she had broken her engagement.  She explained her ex-fiancé was a big shot politician’s son back in Colorado and he was not happy she had broken off the engagement.

Dale Grayson said he would check it out and if it was as she said he would just lose the paperwork on this desk.  Jane said thank you.  She was about to leave when Caleb intervened and asked her to stay back when Dale left.  He wanted to find out more information about Jane Mackey. 

He found Jane had graduated from the University of Colorado and had a teaching degree.  Her parents had owned a ranch near Fort Collins but it had been sold after they had perished in a plane crash.  She had been engaged for two years and as the wedding date got closer she realized she didn’t love him and called it off.  Drew and her ex-fiancé were best friends and she didn’t want either of them coming after her.  She knew she could end it if she just called Drew but she was unwilling to do that just yet.

           

Caleb told her he could understand how she felt but she should give Drew a call because she was causing extra work for law enforcement by remaining a missing person.  He said she could stay on as long as she wished but if he were her brother he would want to know she was alright and furthermore she deserved to get her hide tanned for causing so much worry. Jane made a comment about all men thinking alike and that she would think about.

Caleb told her that he was sure he could find her work more suited to her abilities.  She thanked him but said she was happy doing the ranch work.  He offered her the use of the ranch truck if she wanted to go into town and mentioned he had quite an extensive library up at the main house if she was interested. She asked him if he was he singling her out because she was female.  He told her he was taught to treat everyone with respect; the fact she was female really didn’t enter into except he thought she could use a friend.

She nodded, grabbed her hat and left the office.  She was feisty and very independent. She would be a handful but he liked that. He thought about how much fun it would be to try to tame her.  He was considered a real catch in these parts and was used to getting all the female attention he wanted or needed. He was very frustrated by her behavior. Jane Mackey was definitely on his radar now. 

A week went by and Jane had not taken him up on his offer to use the library.  As a matter of fact she made it a point to avoid him whenever he was in the area.  He figured a way to solve that problem.  He told Frank to have her meet him at the house at 4:00 that day.  When she arrived he invited her into his office/study and told her he needed help and asked her to assist him in managing his workload.  He told her the pay was higher and she could have use of the guest cottage instead of the tack room.  At first, she was dead set against this but he told her to give it a try and if it didn’t work she could go back to her previous ranching duties.

Jane knew what Caleb was doing.  Ranch hands were always trying to cozy up to her and she figured the best way was to avoid any contact beyond the workday.  The problem was she liked Caleb.  What was not too like?  He was over six feet tall and had the typical cowboy’s build of wide shoulders, slim hips and a gait that just oozed sexuality.  He had piercing green eyes and a shock of black hair that came just to his collar. She tried to avoid him because she didn’t trust herself.  This new position was going to be a challenge but she would give it a try.  It would be good to live in a real house again and come home not so thoroughly exhausted and dirty it took an hour to rid herself of the dust and grime of the range.

On the first day, she stepped into the office and Caleb looked at her appreciatively.  She smiled and said not to get used to it because she had a very limited wardrobe and she would be back in jeans and western shirts before the week was out. He said that was fine with him.  He didn’t mention that he liked looking at her cute little butt in her well worn jeans.  She proved to be adept at managing his records as well as him.  It wasn’t long before she was bossing him and his housekeeper around.

His housekeeper had been with him for years and did not like the fact this little chit was stepping on her toes.  She went to Caleb and told him the household was her domain and if he wanted to keep her he better tell Ms. Mackey to back off. 

He thought about what he would say to Jane.  He didn’t want to stifle her efforts but she could come on a little strong. He approached her later that day and told her he appreciated the work she was doing but Mrs. Griggs had been his housekeeper for many years and she had come to him upset that she was butting into the household affairs.  Jane told him he had hired her to manage his office which included the household accounts and she had found some areas that could be improved.  She had mentioned it to Mrs. Griggs.  She was sorry Mrs. Griggs was offended but it was his money that was being wasted. He asked her to show him what improvements could be made and if they were viable he would approach Mrs. Griggs.  In the future he asked her to come to him prior to making any changes.  She huffed and walked out of the room.  He told her he wasn’t finished talking to her and to come back.  She turned back, shrugged her shoulders and just stood there.  He thought she was acting just like a spoiled little brat instead of a professional and he would like to take her over his knee.

“What?” she said.  He hadn’t realized he had actually vocalized his thought.

 “It’s true, I do think a trip over my knee would do you a world of good.” said Caleb.

“Why because I stepped on your housekeeper’s toes by making a suggestion that would save you money?”

“No, because you never seem to consider other people’s feelings.  You are like a bull in a china shop.”

“If you had approached Mrs. Griggs with a different attitude, I am sure it wouldn’t have been a problem.  But you didn’t.  You act the same way with me.  Anybody listening to you lecture me about some office matter would think you are the boss and not me.  I can take it.  Not everybody can.  That’s why I think a good hiding would be very beneficial to you.”

She told him there was no way she would allow him to treat her that way and if that was the way he felt she wanted to go back to her outside ranch duties.  She moved out of the guest cottage and back into the tack room that afternoon.  The following morning she reported to Frank Fortuna for her assigned duties. 

Frank had been instructed by Caleb to give her the jobs no one else wanted.  He was determined to get her back into the office and into his life.  He figured it wouldn’t be long before she was begging to come back to the office. 

After two weeks, she was still working her butt off at the dirtiest jobs on the ranch.  She showed no sign of giving in and Caleb was beside himself.  Finally one day he met her just going into the tack room after a full day’s work. He was so frustrated he went up to her, hauled her over his shoulder and threw her into the horse trough.  She came up sputtering and kicking and fighting.

“Have you had enough of this grueling work?” he asked.

“If you think you are going to best me, Mr. Fletcher you are mistaken.  I can take whatever it is you dish out.”

Well, then take this.  With that he hauled her over his knee, pinioned his leg over hers and began to spank her jean clad bottom. She hooted and hollered but he continued to spank her until his hand hurt.  When he was finished he stood her up and told her to report to his office tomorrow at 8:00 and if she wasn’t there she could pack up her things and move on.

Caleb was sitting in his office at 8:00 am the next day.  Jane was not there. He wast just putting his head in his hands thinking of what he could have done differently when the office door opened and there stood Jane.

“You’re late, he said.

“So what are you going to do about it?  Spank me again.  Can I expect that kind of treatment whenever you think I deserve it?”

“Yes, I will spank you again whenever I feel you deserve it.  And the next time, I’ll cut a switch.”

“Well then we better be more than just boss and employee.  You being a lawyer should know that I could sue you for sexual harassment otherwise. You know I will follow through with my threat.”

He told her to could fix that.  He stood up, walked over to her and pulled her into his arms and gave her a solid kiss that she felt right down to her toes.

She told him that was more like it and went over and sat down at his desk and told him he had better get to work.  He was wasting time.  Whistling, he walked out the door with a spring in his step and song in his heart.

~o0o~

Thanks Sunnygirl, I really liked this one.  Those strong, no nonsense men get me every time.  You know without you we would be back in re-runs.  I don't mind re-runs because it will have been several years since they were here and I'll always tell you if it's a repeat.  But I sure hope some of you will break down and write that story you have rolling around in your head.  If you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Decision made

I want to try to post more.  The more I talk out here the more I feel like myself.  

A few weeks ago I posted here, asking about what to do when you don’t have a dom/sub live style and you have to make a decision where you each want something different.  We’ve been struggling with such a decision.  As I said in that post, we both wanted the same thing, but that wasn’t possible.  With that not happening our choices were opposite one another.

I think Bas helped me see what was happening.  I thought Nick just wouldn’t make a decision when in fact he made the decision to let me decide.  I know it’s not the decision he would have made, but deep down I don’t think he’s too unhappy with letting me have my way on this one.  If you want to see what I’m talking about, scroll down.

I didn’t go looking for them; they just showed up on our carport one night.  The gray one followed me in (I wasn’t paying attention, I thought it was our other gray and white cat).  When I finally saw him, he was stretched out on the floor looking back at me as if to say,  “Do you live here too?”  He was so sweet and gentle.  But I put him out and didn’t feed him.  The next morning I found out he’d brought his sister with him. 

I said shoo! But they didn’t go.  I couldn’t let them starve.  Nick and I both tried to find them a home – we really did, but there were no takers.  I know having four cats make me the ‘crazy cat lady’, but what can you do? I hated putting them in a pound or shelter, even a no-kill one.  But I knew Nick didn’t want four cats.  I wouldn’t have been mad at him if he had taken them to a no kill shelter – but I just couldn’t drive them over and stick them in the cage myself.   he sure isn’t thrilled, but, well… we have four cats.  All vaccinated and fixed and they are both sweet.  The yellow one is a real snuggle bunny!  I just wish someone could solve the shedding problem.

~**~ 

I’m putting this in another color – this is how I’ll be posting my rants about Mr. K, for those that get tired of hearing me bitch, you’ll know what to skip.  I haven’t been to school yet and he’s making me mad already.

I am trying my best to take deep breaths... checked my school email and Mr. K has started. Writing 'parent' letters of introduction and signing my name - spelled wrong, I might add.  Writing a supply list for me that includes things I do NOT want and leaving off the things I need.  Deep breath...  I emailed him and told him that while I appreciated his working on this, NOT to run anything off for me because it was WRONG and I won't be using his versions.

I also talked to Megan today She said Mr. K and Ms. T (the other new one in our four way partnership) laughed and whispered and planned together all day.  She said she really felt like a fifth wheel.  She thinks that they will be sleeping together by the weekend.  I say fantastic!  They can keep each other company and leave Megan and me alone.

I’m guessing he is jumping in to try to be leader of the pack – not gonna happen.  I have seniority in both experience and age.  I have no desire to have him change to my way of doing things.  I think he should do whatever works for him, and Megan and I will continue to do what works for us.

Still here, I think

Sigh…

What a week.  Mollie got here last Saturday, LJ and Collin got her Tuesday.  They all loved the kitchen.  LJ was truly blown away since he had no idea any of it was going on.  Mollie had known but they were all suitably impressed.  Everyone worked on getting the last minute things for the reunion.  And we all enjoyed visiting.

The rest of the family came after lunch Saturday.  They had all watched my kitchen slowly deteriorate over the last 20 years so they all enjoyed the surprise too.  We had about twenty-five at the reunion this year.  Only four from my parent’s generation were able to come, there are only seven left at all.  But we all had such a great time.  There are two main events at our reunions – eating and talking.  Man, we are so good at both things.

Most were able to come back for Sunday lunch – that’s the day I cook.  It all turned out really well.  Guess that means my cooking is done for the year. Most folks headed home after three and Mollie had to head back to camp. I’m taking the boys to the airport this morning.  I guess it’s going to seem quiet at the house for a while.  But that won’t be so bad.

PK hasn’t been around much.  She’ll drift back soon, she always does.  Badass doesn’t even talk to me any more.  Wimpy is satisfied with the status quo.  Okay, that’s not exactly true; Badass has been talking to me a lot.  I’ve been ignoring her.  Maybe as I have a chance to think and write I’ll start listening again.  I’m so glad I had this week with the whole family.  I needed it. But I need to be PK again too. 

I start school on Wednesday, but I hope to be around here more.

Fantasy Friday - Accidents Happen

I am really enjoying having all my kids at home!  It's definitely a full house with Mollie, L J, Collin and a few others that I'll tell you about soon. All the rest of the reunion folks will be in tomorrow and I finally have my gas range hooked up just in time to do my yearly cooking.  


I know it's time for Fantasy Friday and I wouldn't want to miss that.  Sunnygirl has helped me out once again.  Not only has she done our Fantasy Friday, she also has a great story going over at her site.  So there should be plenty for you to read this weekend.  Please enjoy...

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN 

Yesterday had been one helluva day for Jimmy Gentry. He overslept and was running late for an important meeting.  He just barely made it to the meeting on time to find out it had been cancelled.  At lunch he found his debit card had expired and he didn’t have any cash.  Then he was involved in an accident.  He was driving back from an appointment and was stopped at a light when the car behind him didn’t realize the traffic wasn’t moving and plowed right into him.  Thankfully, the guy hadn’t been going fast enough to deploy the airbag in either car.  He was fine and so was the other driver.  It was the cars that needed help. He would be driving a rental for the next couple of weeks.

The only good thing about it was that he met a great girl.  At least he thought she was great.  He invited her out for dinner on Saturday night.  Mara McDonnell was the insurance adjuster that came to survey the damage to his car.  She was a 45 year old single mom.  In her job she didn’t meet a lot of single men so when Jimmy invited her for dinner, she figured why not.  He was easy on the eyes at over six feet tall with salt and pepper black hair and piercing blue eyes.  He had an athletic build with wide shoulders and narrow hips. It wasn’t much of a risk because she had access to a great deal of his personal information because of her job.  Not that she would use it, although she might Google him to see what else she could find.  Didn’t everybody do that these days?

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When he picked her up on Saturday he was surprised when a young girl answered the door.  He thought he had the wrong address.  She introduced herself as Caitlyn, Mara’s daughter, and said her mother would be with him in a minute.  She offered a glass of wine and led him into the living room and sat down.  She began grilling him like a father for his daughter’s date.  He chuckled to himself and thought Mara had to be a wonderful mother to have a teenage daughter so concerned for her welfare.  He had a son and daughter of his own from his previous marriage and he couldn’t imagine either one of them being so involved.  Mostly, he was a donor.  He and his ex wife had not had an amicable marriage or divorce.  There was little contact.  Jimmy missed his children and hoped; as they grew older they would realize he wasn’t the ogre his ex-wife painted him to be.

When Mara came into the living room, he greeted her and surprised himself when he heard his voice asking if Caitlyn would like to join them for dinner.  She declined and said maybe some other time.  Mara couldn’t believe his actions.  Did that mean he didn’t want to be alone with her? Was he a pervert and wanted young girls? WTF. 

After the farewells to Caitlyn they walked to the car.  She asked him what that was all about?

“What do you mean?” he responded.

“Asking my daughter to join us.  Do you not want to be alone with me or is it that you just prefer younger women, or are you into child molestation?

Jimmy wondered how things could go so wrong so fast.  He was just trying to be a nice guy.

“No, I am not into child molestation.  That isn’t even funny.  I just thought about her being alone and that having her join us for dinner was the right thing to do.  I definitely want to be with you or I wouldn’t have asked for a date.  I didn’t know you had a daughter and was surprised when she answered the door.  I have to tell you she can be intimidating.  I haven’t experienced an interrogation like that since I was a teenager. My palms were beginning to sweat”.

She laughed and agreed Cat could be quite the interrogator.  She wanted to be a criminal investigator and was fine-tuning her skills every chance she had.

“Okay”, Jimmy said, “now can we start again?  First I want to tell you how nice you look.  Second, you don’t look old enough to have a daughter that age and thirdly; where do you want to go for dinner?”

Mara laughed again and Jimmy thought okay - he made it through the initial screw up.  He liked that she immediately called him on his actions and that she could express her displeasure and move on.  He loved laughter and thought that most people were much too serious. He took her to his favorite restaurant.  It was a little neighborhood place that served great food and had an atmosphere that allowed you to converse without shouting.  After dinner they went to the piano bar in the hotel nearby and continued learning about each other.  Some of the things he learned surprised him but he was more than interested in continuing to date her.

When he walked her to the door he leaned in to kiss her goodnight and she backed away. 

“Not yet.  I had a great time and would like to see you again.  I just don’t want to start something that isn’t going anywhere. Think about what we talked about tonight and if you think you want to continue, ask me out again.”

 Jimmy invited her out for the following week.

Mara McDonnell had married young to a lieutenant in the Marine Corp.  He was newly commissioned when he proposed and after a year they decided to get married.  They moved every year during the first five years of their marriage.  Mara was a stay at home wife which suited her husband just fine.  Gene was a take charge guy and took care of everything, Mara included.  Sometimes it was a little stifling but she eventually liked the freedom it gave her.  She didn’t have to make any decisions and as long as she followed Gene’s rules life was good.  If she strayed off the path she was quickly treated to a trip over his knee.  During their sixth year of marriage, Mara became pregnant.  They were both thrilled.  Within six months, she was a new mother, homeowner and a widow.  Gene had been killed in a freak training accident and Mara was on her own.

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Throughout the week Jimmy thought about what Mara had shared with him.  Mara wanted a take charge guy.  She told him about Gene and said if she was going to get involved with someone he would have to be another take charge guy.  Until she had to become the breadwinner and the decision maker, she hadn’t realized how good she had it with Gene.  She wanted that again and so she made it a point to lay it all out on the line in the beginning.  If the guy wasn’t interested he never called again and nobody’s time was wasted.  She said it probably explained why she was still single sixteen years after Gene’s death.

Jimmy’s first marriage was an equal partnership and it was a disaster.  They constantly fought each other for the upper hand and it destroyed their love for one another.  Unfortunately, the kids had front row seats to the unraveling.  For the first few years after the divorce, Jimmy tried to maintain a civil relationship with his ex-wife for the sake of the kids.  Year after year she continued to sabotage his relationship with them until there was no relationship at all.  Contacts were few and far between.  He sat on the sidelines at plays, games, scout outings, PTA meetings, birthdays, holidays, etc. but received no acknowledgement of his presence or his paternity.  The only contacts were requests for more child support.

 Jimmy was interested enough in Mara to give her way a try.  He figured he wasn’t getting any younger and he was lonely.

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Mara and Jimmy had been dating for over a year when the first real obstacle arose.  Cat had graduated from high school and had gone away to college.  Up until now, and since he lived alone, they spent most of their together time at Jimmy’s.  Now that Cat was no longer around, Mara wanted to spend more time at her house.  Jimmy was not opposed to spending time at Mara’s once in a while but not often enough to suit Mara.  One of the main reasons was that Mara had a double bed while Jimmy had a king making it much easier for a good night’s sleep as far as he was concerned.  They argued and Jimmy suggested she get a larger bed for her house as a solution.

Mara was not pleased with the solution.  She noticed that Jimmy was giving in again.  This was not the type of relationship she desired.  When she was behaving unreasonably she wanted to be held responsible.  Jimmy just kept stepping back.  The further he stepped back the harder she pushed.  She wanted him to step up and take her in hand.  When he made the suggestion about the bed she decided this was going to be their Waterloo unless he stepped up.

When he went to pick her up the following day to go to his place, she told him she wasn’t going. She wanted to stay home.  He was about to give in yet again when a little voice in his head said this was a game.  He remembered she wanted someone to be in charge and he had not taken the reins.   Well, that was about to end.  He had a grueling week and also had another run-in with his ex-wife today. He was going to show her who was in charge.  He told her if she wanted to stay home that was fine with him but they would be staying home the whole weekend.  Mara objected to that because they had tickets to a concert the following night.  He told her to make up her mind. It was her choice and whatever it was she better not be pouty about it.  She chose to stay home.  Based on past experience she was pretty sure he would change his mind about the concert.

Later that next afternoon she started to get antsy.  He was not suggesting she get ready.  Maybe he really was going to forgo the concert.  She started pushing, he pushed back.  She let it drop for an hour and then began teasing and flirting with him.  He told her it was not going to work they were in for the evening.  That’s when she realized he was serious and began throwing a tantrum. He listened to her carry on and walked into the kitchen.  Her mistake was, she followed him. He went over to the utensil jar, selected a wooden spoon, and pulled out a kitchen chair.  She was over his knee and bare bottomed before she realized what was happening.  He started with his hand and very quickly switched to the spoon when she began fighting him.  By the time he was done she was whimpering and begging him to stop.

He helped her up and caressed her back and face.  She tried to rub her backside but he wouldn’t let her.  He told her to feel the burn until it faded. He told her she wanted a take charge man and from now on that is what she would be getting.  If she wanted out she had better say so now because this was the way it was going to be otherwise.

When she didn’t say anything, Jimmy figured this was it.  He started to walk away when she reached out and grabbed his land and led him into the bedroom.

“I don’t think this bed is too small for what I have in mind but if you do we can always go over to your place.” she told him in her soft sexy voice.

~o0o~

Sunnygirl, thank you! You have come to my rescue more than once now, and I really appreciate it.  I'm hoping others will try and help out too.  If you're out there sitting on a story idea - write it up and send it to me!  We'd love to read it.  Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com