Weekend

Except for eating too much, this weekend has been really nice. We ate at a local BBQ place Friday night – the best BBQ I’ve found anywhere. We always go early enough for both my kids to tease us about being old folks, but who wants to wait in line all night, go early and avoid the crowds. And we were home early enough to do some playing. I’ll say Nick did a great job.

The next night some friends asked us to go out to eat with them and I wish I could give you the name of the place because it had hands down the best food I’ve ever eaten. I had prime rib and Nick had steak, and never have I eaten more tender flavorful meat. Add to that some delicious garlic mashed potato, and I was in food heaven! Sunday was the usual wonderful lunch at his moms. For someone trying to lose weight, it was a decadently wonderful weekend.

In addition to playing and eating, I finally got our reservations in NYC for the wedding. I’ve had our plane reservations for a while, but now we have a hotel too and my sister and BIL will be at the same place. On the map it looks like a short subway ride to the venue. I’m going to my sister’s later this month for wedding clothes shopping – thanks to many of your suggestions, I have some ideas in mind for where to shop and what I’m looking for.

Working on getting back to myself and pulling myself out of a fog. I’m getting there.

Saturday Snippets

     Another Saturday full of snippets has rolled around, and I'm happy to be participating again in Saturday Spankings. I’m afraid my TBR list is growing at an alarming rate. I’ve been putting up snippets from Cassie’s Space, coming in December and also from many works in progress. There is a lot of Cassie in my head. Today's snippet is from this first book.

This time Cassie has gotten herself if more hot water than ever. She knew from the time she began this deception, that Tom would be furious if he ever found out. She’s lied and kept him in the dark for months, but she knows she can’t keep it up. She’s decided its time to come clean, but its not easy. She had planned to tell him as they drove to their vacation destination, but she just couldn’t make herself begin. Now, at dinner, she still she hasn’t managed to say a word.

At dinner the food looked superb, I tried to eat, but I just couldn’t. I felt like my throat was closing up. I moved the food around on my plate as Tom ate. When the waiter asked if we’d like dessert I quickly shook my head no. Tom often teases me that my favorite part of dining out is the desserts. I could feel him looking at me as I stared at my plate.

“Cassie? You haven’t eating a thing and you're so quiet. What’s wrong?”

My heart began pounding as I realized I’d reached the moment of truth. “I have something to tell you.” I managed to get out.

I don’t know what my face looked like. But Tom immediately asked, “Are you sick, is something wrong?”

I shook my head no. Tom looked at me a minute longer, then finally said, “It’s not something little is it, Honey?”

Again I shook my head no.

I could tell Tom was tense as he paid the bill. We didn’t talk on the way back to the hotel. Tom held my hand as we walked, a good thing. I was fighting the urge to bolt.

Please go by and check our all the other great snippets.

Fantasy Friday - Punished with a Prison Strap

So happy to see Friday roll around again. And I'm very happy to be able to host another new story for Fantasy Friday. Lucy Appleby (AKA flopsybunny) has shared another story with us today. I love her stories and you can read more over at her blog, Lucy Appleby's Spanking Blog. But while you're here you can enjoy...

Punished with a Prison Strap

 Lucy Appleby (AKA flopsybunny)

"I shall ask you one more time." The uniformed police officer glared at the woman. Though her chin had a defiant tilt she refused to make eye contact, and was staring hard at the back wall. But he could tell she was nervous both from the rigid set to her shoulders, the sheen of perspiration on her brow, and the fact that her hands were so tightly clasped together her knuckles were white. "And if you don't give me the information I need ..." he paused to retrieve a thick black strap from the top drawer of his desk, "I shall be forced to provide you with some motivation to loosen your tongue."

"I'm saying nothing."

"Is that so?" He picked up the strap, eager to begin. He smiled at her increasing agitation. "Take your skirt off."

She bit her lip but maintained her position.

"If you don't take it off now, I shall call two of my colleagues who will do it for you. Would you like that?"

"No." She shook her head and slowly began to unzip her skirt, reluctantly easing the fabric down over her hips and thighs before stepping out of it, leaving it crumpled on the floor.

"Changed your mind yet?"

She shook her head.

"I thought not. Bend over my desk. That's right ... now lean forward and grasp the edge with both hands." He admired the view. Her bottom was well rounded, covered by a pair of flimsy pink panties. Grabbing the waistband with one hand, he pulled them down, baring her bottom.

She whimpered softly, her face suffused with colour at the indignity of her position. When the first blow cracked across her buttocks she yelped in alarm.

"Where have you hidden it?" demanded the officer, as he delivered another firm blow across the woman's chubby buttocks.

"Nowhere!" she squealed and then hissed in pain, wiggling her bottom from side to side.

"Maybe this will help you to remember." The strap cracked down again and again, leaving red channels in its wake. "Is it coming back to you yet?!"

"Aaaaaargh! No! No!"

"Then let's try making it hurt a bit more, shall we?" He licked his lips and brought the strap cracking down fearsomely hard over the splotchy red haunches. "Mmmmn, nice."

"It hurts!!" she cried.

"Then tell me! Tell me where you put it!" he demanded.

"I haven't got it!" she gasped, her bottom quivering and jiggling with the onslaught of cruel lashes.

"Liar." He snaked the strap down over the top of her thighs. She screamed louder. He whacked her again, noting with satisfaction how the milky creaminess had disappeared, replaced by a mottled vermilion. "Where IS it?!"

"I ate it!" she blurted. "I ate the damned thing!" There. She had confessed. Oh how her bottom blazed and burned.

"What? You ate my king-sized chocolate bar? All of it??!"

"Yes," she said. "It was fruit and nut - my favourite."

"Very well WPC Rayner," said Inspector Wiggins. "You must put an extra five pounds in the tea-money tin this week. And in future you keep your hands off my chocolate, do you hear?"

"Yes Sir," she nodded, rubbing her burning buns.

---oOo---

After her superior officer had left the room, WPC Rayner grinned. That went well. I think I'll have to have a nibble at DCI Kibble's chocolate-coated peanuts next. I love working here.

~o0o~

I do admire a girl with courage and I think we have one here. Lucy, thank you for sharing with us, it's a great story to begin our weekend.  I hope more of you are thinking of writing - you know you want to. Send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Painful

I’m still around, but I haven’t commented much lately and if I owe you an email, I'm sorry.  I’m having problems with arthritis so I’m resting my fingers, as well as knees, ankles, toes, neck, shoulders, and any other moving parts, as much as possible. I have a Fantasy Friday ready for this week, so be sure and come by for that.

Lost

Yes, I’m the one that’s lost. If I were to go back and look I’d imagine this happened about this time every year. I can’t fine me. Going back to school must have a lot to do with it, but it was coming on before. I haven’t seen Badass or Wimpy in so long I’m afraid they’ve abandoned me for good. Even PK seems to be ignoring me for the most part.

I can’t blame Nick for any of this. When he gave me a good going back to school spanking he specifically told me, “I can’t always tell what you need. So when you need a good spanking, just lay the leather paddle in my chair and I’ll see what I can do.”

That’s really nice and I appreciate the thought, but that’s not what I need. I used to think TTWD was so simple and I couldn’t understand why Nick couldn’t ‘get it’ completely. Now I’m more confused than I’ve ever been. I know he will take the paddle and smack my bottom if I asked him to. But really I could do that myself.

I’m lost and confused about submission, dominance, discipline – these things are the things that engage my mind. They are the things that turn me on. These things are what make PK and Badass and Wimpy live and breath. And now I’m too confused to even know what to ask for. I don’t need discipline. Obviously I have my flaws and faults, but evidently Nick can live with those things.

But without the ideas of dominance and discipline, without the hope that they ever will be in my life, without that spark… I have nothing in my mind to ignite my sexual self. I feel like the old me when it comes to my sexuality. I desperately want to want sex. But I don’t. I despise this feeling. Everyone want’s something they can’t have. I want to be panting after Nick, begging for sex until he tells me I have to stop or he’s going to take a strap to me. Yes, that’s what I want. Can anyone tell me how to get there?

In the past spanking itself could get me to that point, but lately it’s seemed empty, just a slap on the butt, just the pain, without all the other delightful thoughts and feelings it used to bring.

I can asks Nick to spank me and he will, I can asks him to make ruled for me and he will, I know he would do anything in his power to help me with this. But I can’t expect him to come into my mind and heart and change what I need. I can’t expect him to understand needs and desires that I can’t understand myself.

We’re living on the surface where things are calm and placid. We don’t dive deep and neither of us wants to make waves. First weekend hasn’t happened lately, because the actual first weekend of the month as been full of family and other plans. Nick will be gone for the next two first weekends. I know another weekend could be designated, but my hearts not really into it.  I wish I knew what to do.