Fantasy Friday - Playful Mood

I feel like I haven’t been out here at all this week. All is well, in fact I got spanked as soon as I got in from work yesterday. There were a few housekeeping issues Nick wanted to address. And yes, I did a little cleaning.

I haven’t had any new Fantasy Friday stories sent in for a while, but we have a new one anyway – well a new one for 95% of you I’m sure. I’m posting one of Cassie’s older stories. I hope you enjoy…

Playful Mood

     I have no idea what got into Tom this weekend but the man was in a happy playful mood. If he had been much happier I wouldn’t be able to sit at the computer.

We had a pleasant, but busy Friday. We both took care of appointments and errands that we’d been putting off.

Tom was planning to play golf Saturday morning. I didn’t plan on getting up before he left. I thought he said he was leaving around 8:00. I had my time off and he came into the bedroom just after 8:30 and starts in with, “Cassie! Are you sick?”

I came boiling out of the bed saying, “Tom, it’s Saturday. You know I’m fine, don’t you come near me with that thermometer.” He was laughing at me as I tried to slip my way into the bathroom.

I didn’t stand a chance. He said, “If you aren’t sick you have no business wasting the morning in bed.”

And just like that, I was over his knee getting my bottom warmed with his slipper. It hurt, but I couldn’t help laughing as he peppered me with questions as well as pops.

“Just what plans do you have for the day?” He wanted to know.

“I have a hot date planned during your golf game, so don’t leave any bruise.” My ‘being a smart ass’ timing has never been good Owww! After that volley was over I told him I was meeting my nieces for lunch.

He headed off for golf, with me all spanked and no time for lovemaking. It was a beautiful day, nearly seventy degrees, so after lunch I decided to tackle my flowerbeds and remove all the weeds and last summers’ growth. I usually do this much earlier, but then I broke my hand and it got put off.

It was a bit muddy so I put on an old tee shirt and pair of overalls that I like for working outside. I won’t wear them when Tom is around because he makes such fun of me. I couldn’t find my gloves, but I put on my garden boot and out I went. Okay, I didn’t look my most elegant but I was doing yard work.

I had been working quite a while when I suddenly heard laughter from the deck. I was on my hands and knees, mud up to my elbows and streaked all over my face where I’d sweated and Tom was laughing his fool head off at me.

He came out in the yard saying, “Good grief Cassie, you look like a rag pickers child.” But when he saw my hands he was less than amused. “What are you doing out here with out your gloves. You know better,” he said sternly. Tom loves my hands and they did look pretty rough at the moment. I felt what was coming next so I took off for the house. It’s been quite a while since a man chased me in my yard.

He cheats so he caught me pretty quickly. I figured I was in for a spanking as soon as he got me in – but no. He headed to the bench around one of our trees. Our yard is fairly secluded, but we do have neighbors.

 “No, Tom, take me inside!” I demanded.

“Those dirty overalls aren’t going in my house,” he insisted.  And before I could stop him that devil had my overall off and I was over his knee – outside! I wanted to yell at him but I felt the noise he was making was more than enough for the outside sitting with out me adding to it.

When he got done I made a grab at the overalls, but he kept laughing and saying no. I may have been wild at one time, but now I don’t expect to be sprinting across my lawn dressed in only a tee shirt, panties and socks. I'm beginning to think Tom is losing it.

 Tom helped me in the shower, he said I’d never get all that dirt off myself. We took a long nap, well after a bit of fun and it was after seven when we woke up. “What are you fixing me for dinner?” Tom asked, like I ever cook.

Shaking my head, I told him, “You have lost your mind. You have spanked me twice today for absolutely no reason and now you think I’m going to make you dinner. Forget it! I am not doing it.
     Sigh…I made us grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I drank mine from a mug, easier when you are standing at the counter after the third spanking of the day. And he was in a good mood. I promise I won’t be complaining about being ignored, for at least a few days.

~o~

If you aren't familiar with Cassie and Tom you can find Cassie's blog here. And there are two books out now - check my side bar. I'm working on number three as fast as I can. Okay, I'm writing. I hope some of you are and that you'll send a story for a Fantasy Friday. Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

That achy soreness

I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. If you’ll remember all I ask for was enough spanking to have a little achy soreness the next day. As we’ve said many times out here, be careful what you wish for. I was a lucky girl – I got a spanking, and I sure do have the achy soreness, it’s just at the wrong spot.

We had three days off school because of the snow, and even I can get tired of just sitting on my butt.  When Nick offered to shovel the neighbor’s drive I decided to help a little. We’ve often teased our neighbor that he stands in the yard in the fall and catches each leaves as they hit the ground, lest they mess up his lawn. He feels the same way about snow on his drive, but he’s been pretty sick lately and it’s all fallen on his wife. Nick had shoveled our drive – it’s fairly short, but theirs is about three times longer.

I wanting to be a good neighbor too, so off I went. You need to understand the majority of my exercise involves reaching to pick up my computer and then typing. I found shoveling snow uses a whole new set of muscles. Although I didn’t do a tenth of what Nick did, I thought my lower back was simply going to attack and kill me. This was all on Thursday.

By Friday, Valentine’s Day, I truly had my achy soreness – but as I said,  it was at the wrong place. Even Nick was sore from squatting and lifting each shovel full. All that soreness still didn’t stop Nick from pulling over his knee for a quick hard spanking before we headed out for dinner – bless him. It was good enough to notice when I sat in the wooden chair at the restaurant. That soreness was sooo much nicer than the backache.

Don’t worry about us, though, yesterday afternoon we had a mutual massage session that was just wonderful, we took turns rubbing and kissing all the sore places and making everything better. There was still some moaning and groaning, but boy was it fun.

Fantasy Friday - The Storm, II

We almost didn’t have a Fantasy Friday today. Yet one more thing we could have blamed on the snow. I worked Monday, then there was a delay on Tuesday. We were out Wednesday and Nick, who usually is off on Fridays, took off Thursday and planned to work on Friday instead. In other words I've had no idea what day it is.

I finally realized today was Friday and also Valentine's Day. I didn't have a new story for today, but I decided to put up the last of the three stories Cathy has sent over the years. In their own way I think that Cathy and Dennis are as truly romantic as any couple I know.  I hope you’ll enjoy… 

The Storm

Dennis isn’t a bossy person. We usually talk things over and decide about things together. He hardly ever tells me, no you can’t do that. But when he does it’s important to him that I listen. I’ve learned that besides just not making him mad, it’s usually a good idea.

There was one time a few years ago that I really wish I’d listen to him, but I didn’t. This was back before the baby was born. I took my older 2 kids to visit my sister for the afternoon. I love my sister but after a day with 5 kids all under 7 I was ready to head home. I was just about to call Dennis when he called there. He said that there were bad storms coming and he didn’t want me to drive home. He told me to spend the night. I argued with him some but he wouldn’t budge. So I planned on staying until my sister’s 6 year old pushed my 2 year old down and my sister called my little one a cry baby. I just wanted to take my babies and go home. I knew Dennis would probably still say no, so I didn’t call.

I sure made a big mistake. I ain’t ever driven in any worse weather. The rain was so hard I couldn’t see the road some of the time. The wind liked to blow me off the road. I tried pulling off but when I did a tree blew down right beside us. It would have killed us if it had hit the car so I pulled out and kept going. My poor kids were as scared as I was but I couldn’t hardly do nothing for them and try to drive too.

We finally got home in one piece. Usually it’s just a little over an hour drive it, but it had taken more than 2 and a half hours to get home. Dennis had called my sister about a half hour after we left to tell me that there were tornados in the area. My sister told me later that he pitched a fit when he found out we’d headed home. We didn’t have cell phones so he’d been mighty scared the whole time.

When I finally got home we were both more worried about the kids than anything else. Dennis is the best daddy in the world. He sat them both on his lap and let them talk about what they’d seen and how scared they’d been. They told him about the wind and the rain and the tree falling. My least one was too little to talk good yet but Dennis would ask her yes and no questions and he would listen to her baby talk as she tried to tell him what she’d seen. While the kids were telling Dennis about the car rocking in the wind and the tree falling so close Dennis would look up at me with a real serious look. He must have sat there near an hour talking with them and by that time they got through talking Dennis had turned it all into an adventure and proof that God loved them and would always look after them.

After we got supper and the kids to bed Dennis just come and put his arms around me. He just held me quiet like for the longest time. I knew he really didn’t want to do what he was going to do but he felt like he had to. He asked me why I hadn’t done like he told me. He didn’t think being mad at my sister was much of a reason for putting all our lives in danger. I told him I was real sorry I hadn’t listened to him. He said he didn’t boss me much but he expected me to listen when he had to. He told me I had a whippin coming, but I already knew.

We went into the bedroom and I didn’t say anything cause I knew he was right. He told me to take off my jeans and panties too. I did like he told me. I felt real bad about what I’d done but when Dennis started to take off his belt I started crying. I hate the belt. My daddy only whipped me twice but both times it was with the belt. Dennis never had to use it before. He sure whipped my butt that night. It hurt real bad. Besides that big old wide belt itself I hated that I wasn’t across his lap. If I have to have a whippin I want to be close to him, not leaning over the end of the bed. It was as hard a whippin as I ever got from Dennis, but I guess it was about the dumbest thing I ever did too.

I know some for you say you like to make love after a spanking and that you think it’s sexy. I don’t think that there is anything sexy about having Dennis that upset and getting a belt taken to your behind like that. But afterwards Dennis just held me while I cried and told me that he loved me. I was sorry and I was wrong not to listen when he told me to stay put that day. He was trying to keep us safe like he always does.

~o0o~

Cathy thank you so much. Sometimes you seem to be in the loving dd relationship many of us dream about. You have a wonderful husband. Please share more stories with us as you have time.

Now for the rest of you out there reading, I'm glad you're reading - now start writing!! Come on, try. You know you want to. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I have a couple of suggestion

As I’m sure you know the south is being hit with snow, predictions range from 4 to 12 inches. We don’t see even four inches very often. Snow never bother’s me. As a teacher, I’m off when it snows and I plan to sit by the fire and write and watch it fall.

I’m just now beginning to realize a major difference between blogging and writing books. The very best thing about blogging, to me, is the contact with other. It’s often immediate, you leave a comment and I answer it. This is what I’ve loved from the beginning. Writing a book doesn’t work the same way.

In some ways writing is like teaching – you say something that affects other, hopefully in a positive way, yet you may never know it. I’m luckier than many writers, I’ve had several friends mention the book, post about it and even review it. I started to list those who had, but I’m afraid I’d leave someone out. If I haven’t thanked you personally I surely do now.

Writing and having my books read, reviewed and spoken about by others got me thinking of things that had never occurred to me before – writers really want to know what the people who read their book think. There have been so many books throughout my life that I have loved, which have touched me, and in a few cases changed my life. I’ve recommended them to, and discussed them with, anyone who would listen. Yet in all those years of joyful reading it never once occurred to me to tell the author how much I enjoyed the book.

This is not a post to try to get you to review my books; it is a post, however, to encourage you to review any book that you read that you really enjoy. I’m not good at reviewing books yet. I think about it, sometimes I mean to, but often I never get around to it. I’m going to try to do better, but it will always be sporadic. Maybe you’ll do better.

I had some really nice reviews on both, Cassie’s Tale and Cassie’s Space.  Two on the first one were less than glowing. When I first saw those, I immediately flashed back to high school and my first thoughts were, “They don’t like me.” Thank goodness I am old enough to have gotten past that pretty quickly. Then I went back and read them carefully – neither said the book was bad, simply that they thought it could be better and gave some suggestions. And they were right! I saw exactly what they were saying and as I write book three I’m taking their criticism and suggestions to heart and working to improve. If those reviews had been mean or ugly, I would have ignored them. These, with constructive criticism, helped me. Those who simply gave it rave review, made me wildly happy and keep me working on the next book with total joy!

Today I have suggestion for everyone, especially those who are snowbound – think about writing a book review. Chose some book you’ve read recently.  Go to Amazon as if you were ordering the book, scroll down and you’ll see a button that says write a customer review, and do it! You’ll make the author's day. Now if you haven’t read anything you really liked lately, might I suggest you try Cassie’s Space or Cassie’s Tale. LOL, bet you didn’t see that coming! You can read an excerpt here and another here.

The Best time for a Spanking

I’m sure we all have a different thought on this and it all honesty, when isn’t it a good time? I love a good wake up spanking whenever I can get one. I’d say most of our spanking activity takes place in the afternoon now that we’re empty nesters. Nick goes to bed way, way too early for me, so we rarely have a bedtime spanking that I know many of you enjoy.

For me there is a best time though – right before we go out. I’m afraid it doesn’t happen too often, I’m hoping for more. But I want to explain why I love it so. While Nick and I love each other dearly, after more than thirty years, we don’t exactly pant after one another while we out in public and we manage to hold back on the public displays of affection. But when he grabs me as we’re getting ready and really gives me a good spanking – one where the sting and burn goes deep, I can’t keep a grin off my face as we join our friends for dinner.

The delight of feeling the ache and sting re-ignite as I take my seat honestly makes my heart swell. I have that delicious, ‘we have a secret’ feeling. When I’m squirming slightly and we catch each other’s eye there is that connection that is one of the strongest draws of TTWD. It’s a mini-burst of love and trust. He can look at me thinking, ‘She is mine. I just spanked her butt hard and she is smiling and playing footsie with me under the table. If I want, I can spank her again as soon as we get home. She’s mine.’

I’m thinking, ‘I’m his. He knows spanking is good for me and makes me happy. He took the time before we left to spank me hard enough to continue to feel it all through dinner. He did it just for me, just because he loves me and wanted to make me happy. I’m his.”

After all these years Nick and I don’t talk mushy to one another often. We both know we are dearly loved by the other. Those mushy words aren’t always necessary; there are other ways to melt a woman’s heart.  For some women that might be with flowers and candy while other women prefer diamonds.

The things that cause my heart to melt are simple.

When he holds my hand or puts his arm around me when we walking into a store or restaurant together.

When he pats, or even pops, my butt when we’re out in public.

When he sends a random text saying something like, ‘I have a feeling you haven’t really behaved as you should have today. I’ll take care of that tonight.’

And when I have to sit on a burning, stinging behind when we head out somewhere.

These things don’t cost anything – unlike flowers and candy and certainly unlike diamonds! I hope if Nick reads this he’ll take note. He’s definitely done all these things at times, but with Valentine’s Day coming up, I just thought it might save him a little money.