Where are we at the moment?

Not sure, but I have decided to be patient and let things move at Nick’s pace.  I like the feeling, but I also know that sometimes Nick really steps up and sometimes he just kinda lets everything go.  This time I really have hope – don’t know why, but I do. He gave me such a good spanking he other day, it was like a tiny light came back on in my head.  I just hope it grows stronger instead of fading out.

I stayed the same on weight this week so he gave me the choice of going an extra day to the gym next week or to go walking Saturday afternoon and maintenance.  I chose the walk and maintenance.  We took the walk, but there was nothing else – no maintenance.  So I wonder, is he waiting until today or did he forget? I am working on not over thinking – something damn near impossible for me, but I’m trying.

I thought I’d give a school update.  It’s not as bad as I feared.  Although it’s a 4 person team, I really only have contact with Megan.  Mr. K and Ms. T seem fine together and I just stay in my room most of the time.  I miss teaching math, but at the same time, teaching social studies is much more relaxing.

In math they had to understand a concept before I could move on, but it was so hard for some and I still had to move on – big test at the end of the year to see if they did ‘get it’.  It felt like there was so much pressure, on them and on me.  I feel like I can relax some and have more fun with the class.  Right now we are talking about ancient Mesopotamia – they don’t have to get it to function in life.  We can go at a slower pace, and do artwork and projects. It’s different.

Friday we (each teacher in the school) were each given an ipad.  It’s ‘ours’ as long as we work at that school.  It’s cool for sure, but I don’t see how it’s going to help me teach.  I mean I know how much the Internet can help – but I have the compute at home and at school.  The one at school is hooked up to my screen so I can project it to the class. Sooo… I’m not as excited as I could be, it does belong to the school so I’m not going to feel comfortable visiting my sites or writing on it any.  We’ll see, you all can give me some ideas.

Fantasy Friday - Cherry Picking

Hope you'll enjoy Fantasy Friday today and there is a new post at Cassie's too.

This is a busy Friday, lots going on here.  Before we get to Fantasy Friday I wanted to let you know that Renee Rose has her short story The Elusive "O" posted as a free download on Amazon through Saturday (Aug. 25).  Check out this link for an excellent free read.

Fantasy Friday today is from my friend Minelle.  She has taken the characters from two of the previous Fantasy Fridays she's written for us and blended them for this great story.  If you want to go back and read these stories you can click on A New Day and then check out Let's Party to get you all up to date with all the people you'll be reading about here.  And now please enjoy...

Cherry Picking

The day was sunny and calm looking, outside of the large kitchen window, where the image of several cherry trees completed a charming visage. Claire and Michael were sitting at the table and enjoying an afternoon cup of coffee while discussing the plans for the new deck that would take the place of their old fashioned and rickety back porch. That porch was off limits for anyone and Michael was absolutely resolute that neither of them ever goes out on the dangerous structure. The wood was rotting and probably couldn’t safely hold 50 pounds. Unfortunately the house had been vacant for 6 months prior to their purchase. That was certainly something that did not help the condition of the porch.

 Not that Claire would do anything foolish, but Michael stressed painful repercussions would be visited on her behind if she disregarded his wishes.  That was never going to happen.

Claire noted that she hadn’t had a spanking for over a month, not a punishment; the good erotic kind didn’t count. She and Michael certainly enjoyed those sexy in the bedroom spankings. Last night was a great example. She was quite satisfied this morning.

She hadn’t done anything that would constitute a different kind of spanking. One she was not anxious to feel. That fact gave credence to Michael’s assertion that he was not controlling. However, she better run for the hills it she ever directly disobeyed him concerning her safety. She smiled and thought there will never be a reason for him to spank me. I do not do dangerous things anymore. I am an angel.

 They hadn’t moved in together, but considered all their possessions as jointly held. Michael spent most of his nights with her anyway; however with him being an administrator at the school, they felt too many tongues would be wagging about them not being married.  September 29^th came soon enough.  They planned on saving some money by having the reception here at their house.

So far they had made few changes in the house with the exception of opening up the kitchen by removing the pantry and mud room.  Now they could enjoy the large kitchen and look out to the lovely back yard. Claire and Michael considered the kitchen to be the heart of a home so they were concentrating their energies in creating that space.

“Michael I am nervous the deck will not be finished in time for the wedding.” Claire worriedly looked at her future husband, as she nervously chewed her lower lip. They planned on tying the knot in late September and they had so much to take care of before then, considering it was already the end of July.

“I called and the carpenter said he would hire extra employees in order to complete the project two weeks prior to our big day. If something changes, we are not going to make ourselves sick anticipating every problem. We just need to make sure no one walks out on that porch, ever!”

Changing the subject Claire said, “Well the best part of all this stress is that we can have everything but the church ceremony here, with the icing on the cake being how we transform our yard into a classy reception. I really am happy we chose the party planners we have. Myrna, Nora and Maureen have proved themselves indispensable!”

“They really are fantastically talented.  I love the idea of each person lighting a lantern and releasing it after our last dance.”

“They are really great creating a perfectly romantic mood.” She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

 He kissed her back and said, “I understand they got themselves in a bit of serious trouble several months ago. Michael grabbed the coffee pot and poured them each more coffee. Something about a mob scam and some company called ‘The Cats Meow.’ Their husbands are Ex FBI agents and now private detectives. Although I understand they are still consulting for the government. Anyway, I guess they had to rescue Myrna, Nora and Maureen, after some crazy mob criminals captured them. I can’t imagine what they were doing at that rundown factory.”  Michael frowned as he took a sip of his coffee.

Claire smiled and raised her eyebrows saying, “Oh yea, the ladies told me all about that! I heard they were able to extricate themselves BEFORE their husbands arrived. I think they were very brave.” She sliced them each a large piece of homemade banana bread to have with their coffee. She knew they both had a weakness for the treat. However, she rarely indulged trying to retain her slimmer figure for the wedding. Oh well she thought, tomorrow I will go for a long bike ride.

 Michael frowned replying, “I heard the story a bit differently, it was extremely dangerous for them, and they are lucky to be alive. I would have laid down the law on their behinds.” He happily enjoyed his first bite of the homemade bread, quickly finishing the piece and reaching for more.

“I do believe their husbands are of the same thought process as you, Mr. Neanderthal,” Claire teased. She thought she recognized the signs of a sore behind on her new friends one or two times. “They sure are a feisty group.” She stated with admiration in her tone. Walking to the fridge, Claire took out the half and half for their coffee. She looked longingly at the rest of the bread, thinking how unfair it was that men burned calories just sitting on their behinds, while she only looked at a desert and needed to work it off.

“You have become quite friendly with them.” Michael replied, as he poured some half and half in his cup. “Unfortunately, or fortunately, you seem to fit right in with the ladies! Good thing I love your crazy spontaneity,” he declared, kissing her softly on the lips. She sure had gotten some crazy ideas in her head, which didn’t always turn out for the better. He couldn’t help hoping… and leaning toward believing, she was past that craziness.

Claire smiled thinking about some of the harmless mischief she, Colleen and the ladies entertained each other with on occasion. They often met for drinks at Marley’s to hash out ideas for the yard. Her mind began to drift to the incident last week, when Michael’s phone interrupted her thoughts.

Claire was half listening to Michael’s conversation when she realized he was talking to her brother Steven.  She hoped it was news about the Global education conference he wished to attend in Washington DC.  Her brother had been working hard to have the board approve the expense. Unfortunately, that would mean he would be gone an entire week this summer, but it also meant a little girl time, maybe with Myrna, Nora and Maureen.

As Michael hung up with Steven he was smiling broadly. Her heart gave a little jump, she really loved this man. “Good news honey?” Claire loved seeing him happy.

“They are completely supportive recognizing that it would only benefit the school. It’s exciting when you have parents and board members who value a teachers experience and knowledge!”

Michael explained that he would be leaving for the conference the following Monday and returning Saturday. Claire would be driving him to the airport and picking him up upon his return.

 After dinner later that night Michael left for his apartment; Claire was sitting at the kitchen table working on an illustration for a children’s book. Rubbing her eyes, she happened to glance up and notice a moving light near one of the cherry trees in the back yard. She quickly turned off the light in the kitchen so she would be better able to see what was happening. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she walked to the back door and stepped out on the rickety porch. She knew Michael would be upset that she was on the porch, but assured herself this was a justifiable exception to his rule. The warmth of the summer evening was stifling after being in the air conditioned house. She thought is my imagination playing tricks on me, looking at the moving light?

  Getting angry, she walked to the rail and shouted in the direction of the light. “Hey, what’s going on? Why are you in my yard?”

The light was quickly turned off, and she heard scuffling and fierce whispers over near one of the cherry trees. After a few seconds there was silence, but unfortunately a large rock came flying up to the porch causing her to startle and twist, scraping her arm on a protruding rusty nail. Then the rail gave way and beneath her foot the rotted wood bowed down. Crud!  Ouch she thought, as she turned too quickly and next twisted her ankle! Well, this is certainly a mess she noted feeling her ankle throb in pain! Stupid, stupid she railed at herself, what was I thinking?

Shaking and limping Claire hurried back inside, closed and locked the door. She was lucky she hadn’t fallen off the porch. Her left forearm was dripping blood but she limped to the phone and called 911! The next call was to Michael, and before Claire finished hanging up he was running back to the house.

Claire was beginning to think about how Michael would view her actions. When he burst through the front door she thought… here we go! Before He could demand an explanation, they heard sirens outside, and seconds later Michael opened the door to the Chief of Police.

Claire’s brother Sean walked hurriedly to her side. “What the heck happened?”

“Since when does the Chief of police come out on a minor call?” Claire commented exasperatedly. She noticed the two other detective walking around outside.

Sean growled out his response, “When his baby sister is the victim!” 

“This is my own damn fault. I shouldn’t have gone outside on that dangerous, condemned porch!” Both Michael and Sean looked at her as if she was daft, knowing the condition of the rotted wood.

 “Why don’t you explain what happened word for word and step by step, Michael calmly stated. He did not look happy thought Claire, reading his frowning countenance.

Seeing her bother and Michael so upset, warned Claire to make light and justify her actions. To keep herself busy she started to clean her wound and put several bandages across the deep cut while taking them through the last half hour. Michael stopped her and had her sit while he finished bandaging her arm.  Neither of the men looked happy with the excuses for her actions.

 Oh for the love of testosterone she thought.

“It may have been some crazy kids on a dare. I just don’t like the fact that they threw that rock at you when they felt threatened. They should have just run away. Hopefully this was just a onetime random occurrence. Sean began. However Claire, I am not sure you should stay here alone until we know for sure.”

Just as the lecture was beginning the two other detectives walked in from the backyard. They had set up some flood lights to illuminate the surrounding area.

Sean asked his men to share what they discovered, if anything, in the yard.

“It is a bit strange sir; there were shovels and picks by the cherry tree. It looked as if they were digging pretty deep holes near the base of the tree. They actually look as if they were creating a circle of holes, each about one foot in diameter, around the trunk.

Michael looked at Claire and said firmly, “I am moving in for good tonight.”

“Well darling, I am certainly on board with that.”

“Not so sure you will be as happy in the morning,” Whispered Michael, “When I spank your behind for the danger you placed yourself in tonight! I warned you not to go out on that porch for any reason, didn’t I?”

She blushed furiously when Michael spoke, suspecting Sean knew what he was saying when her brother smiled and winked at her.

“I am sure they were harmless kids I just wasn’t taking any chances…” her voice faded when she looked at Michael’s expression.

Sean leaned down and kissed her saying, “You need to go and get a tetanus shot little sister.”

“No way, they made my arm hurt and swell! I’ll call and see when my last one was, tomorrow. If I need one I will go after I find out!” How could she be so brave accosting the sneaky flashlight wielding person, one minute, but afraid of a shot the next minute she asked herself.

“Claire?”

“Yes Michael?” She answered gritting her teeth.

“It’ll be better to take care of this tonight, and then we can get an x-ray of your ankle at the same time. Of course if you would rather talk about what happened….” Michael suggested, raising his eye brows questioningly.

Claire thought, ok… ding, ding, ding, not stupid, he is clearly suggesting I take the lesser of two evils.

“All right, ok, let’s go take care of everything now.” Her smile was like a scary grin.

When they returned home late that night exhausted from the whole process, all they could think about was bed. Yet when Michael climbed in beside Claire, he kissed her with a passion that ignited her own as she found herself turning to him in eagerness. Sleep came much later for the two of them.

Claire woke early the next morning and quietly moved off the bed and hobbled on her sprained ankle into the bathroom to shower. Her arm was bandaged so the wound was protected for a few days. She knew that sooner than she imagined she would need the wound to get some air for healing purposes. However, now she needed to keep it dry, and covered.  Difficult shower coming up!

Michael turned to cuddle Claire and noticed she was up already. As he became more aware he heard the shower going and Claire’s aggravated cussing. She was in a bad mood. He sighed with purpose knowing Claire was going to fight her spanking for yesterday’s remarkably BAD decision. He was not going to let her away with this. She was going to regret not thinking. When he saw the fallen railing his heart stopped, she could have broken her neck.

Claire put on her purple boy cut panties and a t-shirt. She opened the bathroom door entering into the bedroom and found Michael sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with determination in his eyes.

She stopped. “NO WAY Michael I have suffered enough! You cannot possibly mean to spank me. I will not tolerate that one bit!” She felt her face redden in anger at his audacity.

“Claire I AM spanking you. I told you what to expect if you even imagined going out on the rotted rickety porch.” He saw in her eyes that she was going to walk away and before she made it to the door, he moved quickly and had lifted her off her feet and over to a bench in front of the bed. Michael firmly settled her across his knees, as he sat down. “Do not spank me,” She yelled, struggling as she was face down over his knee, “I didn’t ask someone to come in our yard, I was just making sure they knew I was aware of them!”

“Seriously?” he said as he tightened his arm around her waist making sure she wouldn’t be able to fling herself off his lap. Then assuring himself she wouldn’t bang her ankle, he yanked down her underwear to her knees.

“That,” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! , “is why you are getting spanked.”

“Why didn’t you just call 911?” SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!

“Because I wasn’t even sure that something was happening at first.” She was twisting and turning trying to avoid his smacks. “STOP spanking me you… you… JERK!”

 “What? Claire not smart when you are across my knee.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 “Ouch! That hurts Michael!” Oh why did she have to fall in love with a spanker she asked herself as he continued reddening her behind?

“You could have broken your neck!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!   Ouch! Ouch!

“I am sorry I worried you.” That was as far as she could concede! He continued to spank her until he felt satisfied she wouldn’t put herself in danger like that again.

When he pulled her up to sit on his lap she was not happy and she refused to meet his eyes, and crossed her arms sitting stiffly. “Claire? Come on, look at me. This should not be unexpected to you. I told you I would spank you if you went out on that porch.”

“No I am really upset with you. Spanking me was an overreaction to your worry.” She pulled her pants up and got off of his lap. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of rubbing her butt. I hurt myself, which should have saved my butt!”

“Alright then let’s go take a look at the porch,” he said. She looked at him and said, “okay” thinking she would show him! He would see that it wasn’t that bad out on the porch. Then he would feel guilty for making her suffer even more. Hmph!

They walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Michael held Claire’s hand as she looked out the large window. What she saw made her cringe. The front railing was gone, and it was right above the concrete basement stairs. Where she twisted her ankle the wood was cracked and almost created a hole in the porch floor. That was bad enough, but as she continued she noticed places where the wood decay looked like white powder. She really was foolish to have walked out on that death trap. It was easy to see the danger in the morning light.

He looked like he was getting scared and angry again. She knew she needed to give over on this. Then she thought, God if someone larger walked out on that porch they may not have been so lucky.

“Well, I still am not happy you spanked me, but maybe I understand a bit better your reaction. I really am sorry for being so foolish. I understand why you were so scared and upset with my actions.” Claire softly touched Michael’s cheek and kissed him, looking directly into his eyes. “However,” trying to lighten the mood, she smiled, “If you ever spank me and I do not deserve it…run for the hills!”

“Claire I will spank you whenever I feel you need it, and that is a promise. However, I will always listen to you and not think I am omnipotent.”

“That isn’t exactly reassuring, dear!” Mood was not lifting she thought.

He pulled her close and hugged her tight enveloping her with his love.

“Well enough of this, let’s have a big breakfast and start our morning off right.” He smiled. Claire answered back with a smile of her own, starting to feel her anger melting away.

“I can think of a much better way to start off our morning…..unless you are not up to it?” she suggested.

“You sure your bottom is up to it?”

“As long as you are…” Wink! wink!

 Michael’s answer was to sweep her off her feet and make his way back to the bedroom for some morning fun!

~o~

Don't worry - THIS IS NOT THE END! There is a part two and you don't even have to wait until tomorrow.  Minelle has part two posted over at here site right now!  Just click her name and it will take you right to it.  She was going to let me post it all, but if she's nice enough to write a story for me I wanted to be sure you all had a chance to go by her site too.

Thanks again for writing for us Minelle.  And please if anyone else is willing to write for Fantasy Friday please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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.

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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