Cassie Contest

I want to invite all of you to come by the Reading Room today, tomorrow and Friday. I’m putting up a three part Cassie story and having a contest too. I’m giving away a free Cassie book each of these three days. To enter just leave a comment over there.

Meet my newest child … I mean book

I’ve heard other authors compare writing a book to having a baby and I have to agree with them. Cassie actually makes the writing part fairly easy for me. Quite frankly, she does all the writing, I just type. But after sharing her stories with me she’s off somewhere with Tom or Sue or Allie leaving me the worries of sending it off, waiting to hear if they want to publish it, editing, worrying about titles and cover art and promoting. Here it’s really like a child again. By the time it’s ready to publish, you love this work, your creation, it’s like a child. You just pray others will like your little one because everyone wants their child well loved. The release date is September the third.

So without further ado, here’s my new baby…

Here’s the blurb:

Cassie and Tom are happily settling into River living. Cassie is sure this peaceful setting is enough to keep her out of trouble, but with Sue living there too, staying out of trouble proves just too difficult.

Cassie is further concerned about what relationship advice Tom may be giving Ryan. Overheard conversations and statements from Ryan has her worried that Tom may have shared ideas of adult spanking in his advice to Ryan. But when it seems Allie knows too, Cassie realizes she is going to have to try to explain things more fully. Can Cassie explain their way of life to eighteen-year-old Allie?

Although I'll always tell you here when a new book is coming out, I don’t want New Beginning to be too much about books and writing – that’s why I have the other blog, PK Corey’s Reading Room. I put up snippets of the books every Saturday - feel free to pop over there and read the snippet for this week - and I'm planning to run a short contest over there the week before the book comes out. I want to give away as few books and I’ll be drawing the winners from those who comment over there.

I'm also thinking of asking a favor from my readers here, but I’m going to wait until closer to the release date. I hope you’ll read Cassie’s River Living and I really hope you’ll like it.

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 5

This has been my first week at school and it's gone well. I'm tired, not used to the schedule just yet, but it won't take me long. Nick is going golfing this weekend and I plan to write, write, write! I'll be posting about Cassie's new book Sunday. Now on to Fantasy Friday.




This was to be the last chapter in the story, but I'm happy to say that there are two more to come.  Who know's I may end up pestering Annie for even more in the future.  You can find part one, two, three and four here.I do like this couple a lot!  For now let's sit back, relax and enjoy...

Another Chance
Chapter 5

Sylvia woke to Bill rubbing gentle circles over her back. Stretching like a cat she leaned into him, then pouted when she remembered their argument.


“Don’t think you can play nice after you were so mean to me.” She huffed.

“I am not playing games with you, missy. I thought we could talk this over but you want to pout you can just go get the paddle and we’ll get started.”

“Not the paddle. That is not fair. I am already so sore, please, just use your hand.”

“ Let me review. You lied to me, you rifled through my things, you made assumptions without even asking me how I feel, you hit me with something in a fit of anger, and oh, yeah, you lied to me. What happens when you do any one of those things?”

“I get punished.” She whispered.

“And that is exactly what will happen today. Go into the den, and wait for me.”

Sylvia’s stomach clenched when she saw what was waiting for her. Neatly laid out on the coffee table was the wooden paddle, Bill’s old belt, a wooden spoon with a flat handle, a bottle of lotion and one of lube, and that damned butt plug in the middle like some perverted centerpiece. He must be furious if he planned to use all of that and her butt was already hot and sore from the spanking on the porch. She perched on the edge of the ottoman, staring at the belt, the one he used when he caught her lying. Why did it always seem so clear when she was doing it and so wrong when it came time to pay? It killed her to disappoint him, and this was a doozy. If she hadn’t been so embarrassed none of this would ever have happened.

Bill stood in the shadow, watching the emotion play across his wife’s lovely face, silent tears trailing down her cheeks. The thought of losing her cut through him, but worse was knowing he had let her down. This was no time to be gentle; he said she would be punished and he had to follow through. Rubbing at the lump on his forehead he gathered his resolve and walked into the room. He scooped her onto his lap and settled onto the ottoman, holding her tightly and whispering how much he loved her in her ear. Then the questions started.

“Why are you here?”

“I didn’t listen.” She murmured.

“NO, and you know it. You are going to get everything you’ve got coming to you, but first, I want to know why my special day was ruined. I want to know why you were digging in my suitcase. I want to know why you are so upset over a silly sex toy. And, most of all, I want to know why you are still lying about it.”

“Just punish me and get it over with.”

“Oh, no, little girl, you have a long way to go before we get to the punishment. First you are going to answer every one of my questions.”

“Okay, fine, I went into your stupid suitcase because I wanted to get the paddle out and ask you to use it, just a little, not like when I’m in trouble, but more fun.” She peeked up through her lashes at his stern face, hoping he would understand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to violate your privacy.”

“Of course not, there isn’t anything I own you can’t open, except maybe the week before your birthday. But why the hissy fit. I just don’t get it.”

“As soon as I saw that, that thing,”

“You mean the butt plug?”

“Yes, that, then I knew you had been, well sneaking around and spying on me, and that just made me so mad I couldn’t think.”

“And it never occurred to you to maybe ask me, instead of screaming and throwing things?”

“No. You had no right to go into my private things.”

“Are you afraid of that particular toy?”

“I just don’t think there is any reason, oooph, what are you doing?”

Bill swept his arm under her knees and tipped her back until she rested on the ottoman beside him, her legs tucked under his left arm, her bottom stretched and vulnerable.

“I think we might make more progress if I can encourage you to just answer the question I ask, not tell me what you think.”

He peppered her bottom with sharp swats, especially the creamy white stripe in the middle, tender skin that was hidden in any other position. Then he picked up the wooden spoon and laid into her sit spots, working up and down the tender crease had her howling in just a few stokes.

“Now that I have your attention, are you afraid of anal play?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, oh, no stop that’s not fair.”

Bill worked another circuit with the spoon, this was a great position, and it had her full attention with very little effort. He would remember this the next time she earned a punishment. This time when he laid the spoon down he lightly stroked his fingers across the hot tight skin. He applied a drop of lube to her crease and slowly rubbed it up and down, circling closer and closer to her puckered anus. No squawking now, he noticed, if fact, despite a boiling hot bottom she was panting and dripping wet.

“Now tell me what the big deal is when you so clearly love having your ass touched.” He said as he slid a finger deep inside.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No problem.” And he withdrew his finger and picked up the spoon. Ignoring her shrieks he placed sharp smacks up and down her crease, until the colors ran together into a dark angry red.

Finally she broke. With big sobbing gulps she told him that she and Kay had discussed anal sex and Kay told her that he was disgusted by it. It had been a regular part of life with Ray and she enjoyed it, but the only way he would know that is if he read her diary.

“I did NOT read your damn diary. I didn’t even know you had one. What I did do is go online looking for information about how to better meet your needs since you won’t talk honestly with me. Imagine my surprise. I typed in butt and before I get any further up pops butt fucking. Seems you spend a great deal of time cruising anal porn, no do not interrupt me. So, you have ruined what I hoped would be a nice surprise for both of us simply by refusing to talk to me about how you feel and what you think and what you like.”

Bill tossed the spoon and went back to using his hand, spanking more lightly but enough to make an impact on such tender skin.

“You are going to get every lick you got coming to you before this weekend is over. You’ll be remembering this punishment for a long time, and I hope when you are tempted to lie you will decide it is just too risky. But right now, I am going to talk to you about my hopes and my feelings.”

He cuddled her onto his lap, holding her close, feeling her tears soak his shirt front.

“I have always been interested in anal sex, Kay is the one who thought it was dirty. I’ve only had sex with two women in my life, when I saw what you were looking at, and I admit I was embarrassed by some of those sites, well I thought this was something we could explore. If you were uncomfortable, or only liked the idea not the real thing, that would be fine. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you certainly achieved that.” Sylvia sniped.

“Enough. I am tired; it has been a long day. I want to put off your punishment, put off our discussion and make love to my wife. In fact, I plan to shove ‘that thing’ right inside your tight little ass and tease you until you beg me to take it out and use my dick instead. Then WE will decide if WE like it.”

Two days later they drove home, tired and happy. Sylvia had never had a worse punishment, a better weekend, or a sorer ass. Bill was planning a gym membership; he could use a little more stamina.

But they agreed, it was what THEY wanted.

~o~

Annie you've done it again! I love older couples as a rule and I love this one in particular. I guess you're never to old to explore a new kink! 

As much as I am enjoying this story - all stories must come to an end sometime.  I have not been getting  new Fantasy Friday stories.  I have had a couple, but I really need more.  Please consider it.  Just one story, just try, I know you can do it.  Please send any story you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I'd forgotten

Acckkk! I remember the worse thing about starting back to school! I feel so disconnected. I know it won’t be but a week or so, but I have no time to read blogs, books, little time to email and no time to write. Seriously, blogging is critical to my well being, I need it.  I’ll get through this week and next and things will settle down to normal – but I miss you all!

And the good/bad thing of all this – now that I have no time to write, I’m getting ton of ideas for stories. Oh well, I’ll just keep jotting down notes and eventually I’ll have time again. See you when the dust settles.

A New Toy!

Yes I have a new toy and it is opening up whole new worlds for me. I’m able to do things I haven’t been able to do in years! It’s so small, so sleek, and when I insert it, sometimes I hear music!

Sigh… who am I trying to kid? I don’t think that there is any way to make this exciting, but I thought I’d try. I’m just trying to convince myself that this doesn’t make me a little old lady. Scroll down for a a picture of my new toy…

Please tell me that the purple color of the hearing aid means I’m still young and cool. All kidding aside I really love the thing. I haven’t been able to hear out of my left ear in forever. This little thing make so much difference. I can hear people standing or sitting to my left! I can hear Nick in the car when he’s driving. I’ve had too many family members wait too long before they get help. My mom was nearly eighty and by then she just couldn’t seem to adjust to it. Not me, I don’t want to miss anything.

Therefore this hot, young, sexy teacher is going to start the year with my new bionic ear – heaven help those kids who whisper!

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 4

Happy Friday everyone. I do love my weekends, but this is the last Friday of summer freedom for me. I think I'll just take a deep breath and plunge in. I do want to thank everyone who commented on my last post. I really do appreciate every comment and I am doing plenty of thinking. And yes - I will eventually act as well as just think.

Meanwhile  I'm happy to be able to bring you part 4 of Annie story.  I really love this couple. I love older couples in general and I like Bill's style.  At least in story form, LOL!

You can find parts one, two, and three here if you need to catch up.  Please enjoy...

Another Chance, chapter 4:
 Erasing Doubt

The drive to the cabin was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. Their whole world had changed in just six short weeks, though it had not come easily.

Bill stood by his decision, hauling his sometimes willing, often screaming wife over his knee every single day. Despite her sarcasm and complaints the benefit was apparent. She might howl like a scalded cat but their lives were running smoothly and there had only been one punishment needed in the entire month and a half, and it a fairly minor one. It would be easier to drop the maintenance down to a couple times a week, but, not if it was at the cost of the peace he was coming home to now.

Sylvia sat, wrapped in her thoughts and oblivious to the scenery. Today was the big day and she was scared. What if Bill was tired of her, tired of making time that was all hers every day? How could she give this up? She spent her whole life making sure everyone within earshot knew she was a strong, capable woman. How could losing all control be so perfect? What kind of nutcase wanted this? These “maintenance” sessions had sounded so silly when Bill demanded they try it, but this was no play. Her butt was sore every day, all day, and just when it started to wear off it was time to meet him for another round. Every day he scalded her bottom with his hard callused hand until she was through fighting and hung limp over his lap. Then he rubbed lotion over the tender skin until she was composed. After, well, then she usually attacked him. Who knew old farts could do it every day.

Bill carried the luggage in and sent his wife to put together a simple meal they could share on the porch.  The air was cool but there was plenty of bright sunshine highlighting the fall colors on the trees across the lake. They enjoyed the crisp fall day, chatting about the grandkids. Bill could see how worried she was and decided to get the ball rolling.

“Go inside, undress, and meet me in front of the fire.”

Startled, Sylvia started to protest, but he cut her off.

“I said go, do it before you earn extras.”

She flew into the house, extras were usually with his belt, or that damned paddle of Ray’s he asked for a few weeks ago. Grumbling about it every step she scuttled into the house, unbuttoning as she went. Bill chuckled at the way she walked that razor edge between obedience and insolence, the last weeks had changed them both. He cleared lunch dishes and was about to carry them to the kitchen when the cabin door flew open and his wife, buck naked, came screaming through it. Bill was so flabbergasted he could only stare, with a dazed grin. She was hopping up and down, screeching, while her nipples puckered in the cool air and her breasts bounced with every jump. He burst out laughing, intending to tell her she looked like a teenager when she threw something and hit him in the forehead. The dishes landed with a crash, glass shards flying, one imbedding itself in her foot as she continued the tirade.

Bill stepped over the glass as best he could, threw her over his shoulder, still screaming, carried her to the closest chair, tossed her over his knee and whaled into her. At first the screaming got louder, she perceived herself as the injured party, though he had no clue what he had done. He just spanked until she stopped. It took a while. They were lucky it was off season. That kind of noise would bring the lake patrol if anyone heard.

He sat there, naked wife across his lap, both breathing hard, confused and disappointed. Figures, just when he was congratulating himself on finding the key to harmony all hell breaks loose. Then he noticed the blood dripping off of her heel. With a sigh, he threw her back over his shoulder and carried her inside. Toeing his shoes off to keep from tracking the glass in, he plopped his now shivering, sobbing wife on the kitchen counter.

Twenty minutes later, not a word spoken between them, he had the splinter removed, her foot bandaged, the glass swept up and a warm robe around her shoulders. Taking a bag of frozen peas for the lump on his forehead he joined Sylvia on the couch.

“I think I deserve an explanation and an apology.”

Sylvia sniffed, and turned away.

“Oh no, you do not get to play these games with me. I have no idea what set you off, what you threw at me, or why. You better start explaining or you are going to regret this deeply.”

“You think you get to decide everything now. I don’t even get asked, you just do whatever you want. How would you like it if I went through your private things? Oh, there’d be trouble then, but you get to just treat me like dirt, like I don’t count or matter at all , I ”

“ENOUGH”

Bill tossed her across his knee again and started all over.

“I have NOT been in your private things, whatever that might be. I deserve an explanation and I will keep this up until I get one.”

With that he blistered her bottom and down her thighs until she sobbed and pleaded for him to let her explain.

“This is your last chance, tell me what happened calmly or I’ll take my belt to you.”

Sylvia climbed onto his lap and sobbed her story out with her face buried on his shoulder. After hearing it, Bill held her, letting her cry herself out.

“I want to be certain I understand. You went into MY suitcase, found something you didn’t like, carried it out to the porch, screamed so loud I broke the dishes then threw it at me. Is that about right?”

“You always make it sound like I am at fault. You had no business reading my private diary, I know how you feel about those kinds of things and I at least deserve to have my privacy.” she huffed, starting to get her temper up again.

“Okay, I did NOT read your diary. I didn’t even know you had one. I still don’t see what that has to do with you rifling MY luggage and throwing things at me.”

“Not ‘things’, you ass, that big fat butt plug you thought you would sneak in without me knowing. I hope that bump hurts, you deserve a headache for thinking you could fool me. I know how you feel.” Arms crossed, glaring through tear swollen eyes, she looked ready to start jumping around naked all over again.

“Are you telling me this is about a sex toy?”

“NO. Not a sex toy, a butt plug that you had no business buying.”

“So, you are saying that the idea of using anal toys is upsetting to you?”

“YES, you idiot, that is what I am saying. Besides the damned thing flew off of your head and into the bushes. It’s ruined now.”

Bill rubbed his aching head, not sure where to even start. Finally, he decided it was best postponed.

“I am too upset with you to deal with this right now. Go crawl into bed and rest, I want to grab a shower and think about what punishment you have earned for this.”

“Punishment? You have been beating me since we got here.”

“I said go to bed. You are in more trouble than you know.”

~~oo0oo~~

This was a good one! And yes, there is another great chapter coming next week. So many thanks to this great writer!! 

Come back for more next week. And I love hearing from new writers. Share a story with us if you will. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

IF I decide to do anything

*Whiney, defeatist post ahead - feel free to skip if you're not in the mood.

Going along with my new plan not to bother Nick, because he’s content and why rock the boat, I haven’t discussed my last doctor’s visit with him. Don’t worry, there is nothing wrong with me that hasn’t been wrong for a long time. It’s just that my numbers have crossed over from the ‘slightly worrisome’ column, to the ‘a bit more worrisome’ column. It’s nothing that shedding fifty to sixty pounds wouldn’t cure.

 I did discuss it with my sister. I told her I wasn’t going to worry about it until after the reunion and then I’d decide if I was going to do anything about it. Her response was, “IF, what’d mean if? You have to do something.” But apparently not.  I didn’t find out I was over weight at my last doctor’s visit. In fact I’ve been well aware of it for a good twenty-five years. So if I’ve known for a quarter of a century and haven’t done anything, I don’t have to do anything now.

I could make a plan – I am excellent at making a plan. I can schedule a variety of exercises, plan healthy meal and nutritious snacks, I could plan on writing down everything I eat, I could plan on going to bed earlier and getting more sleep. I could make a plan that would impress the hell out of you. But as you probably expect, while I great at making the plan I positively suck at sticking to it.

Right now I won’t go back to the gym – picture me with my arms wrapped around our heaviest piece of furniture screaming, “I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!” I hate it, I despise it and I won’t do it! Not even if Nick threatened, promised or actually spanked the hell out of me. Any question?

Now discounting the gym, would knowing Nick would give me a true, sound spanking for not making some effort to improve my health make a difference?  If he looked over the plan I could make and insist, with those consequence I dream of hanging over me, that I follow through on some or all of them, entice me and excite me enough to try? I guess we’ll never know.  As I’ve seen on fb lately: 

Not his circus, not his monkey. 

It’s my problem, not his and I don’t know if I’m going to do anything or not.

The good, the bad and the ugly

I’m back to school soon. I thought it was time to get my thoughts together and see what I’m gaining and losing. Here goes.

The Good

• 1.     I really like a lot of my colleagues and it will be good to see them again.
  2.     I enjoy the children.
  3.     The other teachers in my grade level seem to respect me and my opinions.
  4.     I’m one of the few who have been there long enough to speak the truth in teacher’s meetings – that’s fun.
  5.     I’ll be back to a schedule, and while I’m not crazy about that, it has its good points.
  6.     The sooner we start the sooner we’ll be done.
  
  
  
  
  The Bad
  
  
  1.     I have to get up to the alarm clock.
  2.     I have to wear shoes.
  3.     I have to wear long pants.
  4.     I have to wear a bra!
  5.     I can’t take naps at will.
  6.     The administration and I don’t get along.
  7.     I have to do so much stupid stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with teaching the children.
  8.     I don’t have time to write, and I do love to write.
  
  
  The Ugly
  
  
  1.     My married boss had an affair with the wife of his best friend who used to teach at our school. He will be ‘discussing the rumors’ with us at an upcoming meeting.
  2.     This is the man who told me I was wrong to tell my students my son is gay.
  3.     I didn’t respect him before, guess how I feel now?
  
  
  Some good, some bad, I think for me the worse it having to wear a bra and shoes.

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 3

Happy Friday! One more week gone and summer is dwindling to an end. That's all right, each season has good things in it, some better than others. I've had plenty of time to write this summer and I've enjoyed every minute of it. Now I just wish the rest of you would get busy writing! But for now, I'll continue to let Annie to entertain us.




Please enjoy...

Old Dogs, New Tricks.
Another Chance, Chapter 3

Bill rubbed his aching temples and tried to focus on the project numbers. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate at home. Since their return from the honeymoon things had gone from bad to worse. Sylvia defied him at every turn, making the most trivial things into major battles. What route they took to work was not a dig your heels in, never waver kind of thing. He had tried everything he could think of, hell, Ray had kept her under control with no apparent effort at all. God knows she told him so often enough.

Just like a lightning bolt it hit him. He wasn’t Ray. He had been trying to give her what she had with her beloved husband. He couldn’t do that anymore then she could be Kay. As soon as he stopped trying it became clear, all he had to do was show her how to be HIS wife. He couldn’t recreate either of their previous marriages; it had to be a fit for them.

Excited at the prospect of peace in his home, Bill started surfing the web, looking for ideas. He had never even thought about there being places that acknowledge wife spanking, much less that it had a dozen different names for all of the subtly different types. Once he figured out what to ask for a pattern appeared. Seems his difficult, grumpy wife had been surfing a lot of what he would call flat out spanking porn. In short order Bill discovered he had a lot to learn and he was apparently going too easy on her.

Bleary eyed, full of new ideas and anxious about the reactions, Bill slipped into bed. Any doubts he had vanished when Sylvia slid against him, wiggling her bottom until he gathered her into his arms. She might be confused during the day but asleep she knew exactly where she belonged.

Sylvia stared at her husband openmouthed, certain she had misunderstood. Certainly her workaholic was not saying he was taking the day off. And it was a Friday, meaning a three day weekend.

“Close your mouth and quit acting like I never take a day off. I want to spend a couple days with my bride.”

“I’ll take it! I don’t care what the real reason is. Are we going somewhere?”

“I thought a few days at the cabin would be nice. The season is over so we should have the whole cove to ourselves. Take your time packing, I’ll run to the market.”

Sylvia was beside herself with excitement. Bill was taking a long weekend and she didn’t even nag him over it, he just wanted to be with her. By the time he returned with groceries she had the bags sitting by the door ready to go, one filled with lingerie. She had plenty he had never seen, since the honeymoon she had been filling her days with shopping trips.

The cabin was exactly the same. No one had stayed there since the last time the four of them were together but Bill had a cleaning service keep it fresh. Sylvia ran through the rooms, laughing.

“I can almost see her, about to burst into the room, cussing me for some fool idea about to get us in trouble.”

“Kay never cussed, I hate to hear a lady talk coarse.”

“Oh, sugar, she knew plenty of ‘coarse’ let me tell you. She just made sure you weren’t around to hear them.”

Sylvia fell into a fit of giggles at the thought that Bill never knew his wife cussed. A hard swat sent her on her way to unpack, while Bill opened windows and put groceries away. For all of her silliness Sylvia had the right of it, he could feel Kay, and Ray, too. They should have come sooner, this place had always held the best of all of them. He took it as a sign he was on the right path.

After a simple dinner, prepared and cleaned up together, Bill laid in a fire to take the chill out of the room and give him a romantic setting for the fireworks he was sure were coming. Snuggled on the couch with a nice wine, watching the fire dance, he hated to spoil the peace. It would be so easy to make love and pretend everything was fine, but that didn’t solve their problems. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around his wife, and waded in.

“Syl, we have known each other since we were kids. We were always friends. What I had with Kay was young, nest building love. We fought and loved and raised babies and made up the rules as we went along. You and Ray found each other in the middle. You skipped all of the hard times a young family goes through, but you had to adjust to each other after being on your own for so long. Now, it is just us. We have had a lifetime of friendship, there are no secrets, our lives are blessed with love together in a way we neither one expected.” Bill tightened his arms around the wild, unpredictable woman who was now his wife.

“I have let us both down, and I mean to make it right. I love you. You will never take Kay’s place, anymore than I could take Ray’s. But we have a chance to build a life together and I have been so busy worrying about what worked for them I haven’t tended to our needs.”

“Oh, darling,” Sylvia threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, “don’t worry, I know you loved her, and I know you love me.”

“Good, then you will understand that there are going to be some changes in this marriage. Kay needed guidance, and occasionally she was punished, rarely for the same thing twice. In fact, it was usually YOUR fault when it happened.” Bill paused to take a sip of wine, noting the loving expression was replaced with a squint eyed calculating stare.

“You, on the other hand, require constant confirmation that the boundaries are in place. I am as happy to play slap and tickle as the next guy, but I hate punishments. It wrings me out.” He paused to let that sink in.

“So, I have come to some conclusions. I am about to tell you how we will conduct the next six weeks of our marriage. This is not negotiable. You need this and, by God, I am going to give it to you. After six weeks, we will sit down and discuss our progress, in fact we’ll do it here. Another long weekend.” He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to her.

“Read this, sign the bottom, and we’ll get on with it.”

Sylvia, nervous after the build up, but pleased that she had his attention AND another three day weekend to look forward to, grabbed the card.

1. You will receive a maintenance spanking daily for six weeks. To prevent punishment on top of maintenance you will have the opportunity to declare any minor digressions at that time.

2. Punishment will be swift, but fair, for any major infractions.

3. You are 57 years old; you KNOW what the rules are.


Sylvia sputtered in indignation, incensed he would make this kind of sweeping decision without even consulting her, at the same time a little voice in her head was reminding her how often she had daydreamed about a man who would just take control.

~~o0o~~

Again my most sincere thanks to my anonymous friend and fantastic writer. She tells me that there is at least one more story in this series but her schedule is not giving her much time for writing lately. I've told her not to worry about us. Whenever she gets the muse and the time together we'll be able to enjoy it.

As always I would love more stories so please - bloggers, commenters, or lurkers anyone who is willing to share a story with us is welcomed. You can send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Weekend

We had a great reunion this weekend. It was a small one this year, but one cousin brought his new girlfriend. They’re both in their early fifties. She seemed very nice and we all got along well with her. When he came back Sunday morning he told us he’d asked her to marry him the night before and she’d said yes – that hasn’t happened before. We all thought it was funny she had met all those relatives and she still said yes! To be honest I like the new girlfriend better than I do my cousin and I’m fighting the urge to warn her that he’s a complete deadbeat. But they aren’t planning to marry until fall of 2015, maybe she’ll see for herself.

I was talking to a few close cousins about my books what an aunt joined us. She wanted to know more and I bought out my cards and gave her one. She looked it over and said loudly, “Spanking stories, what are spanking stories?”

 I told her, “I guess you’ll have to buy a book and read it if you can’t figure it out for yourself.” Several others ask for cards. It was so funny, a few years ago I would have died if anyone in the family had any idea what I wrote about, now I’m guessing some of them will read the books and I as happy as can be.

And on a weird note, Nick began therapy on his shoulder. One exercise he does with my father’s old cane. He lies on the bed and slowly brings his arms over his head holding the cane. As he lay down he made some crack to me and I said something like, “I’m going to beat you with that.” Mollie was standing at the door and just rolled her eyes at us. Shortly after my sister arrived. We heard Mollie telling her, “Dad lying on the bed with a cane and Mom’s threating to beat him.” Nick and I nearly lost it. Mollie does have a way with words.

Looks like the forth Cassie book will be out soon. I’m hoping to get the edits early this week. I’ll give you more information as soon as I know.

Fantasy Friday - Another Chance, chapter 2

Beautiful Friday!!  I'm ready to be descended upon by relatives. Our big family reunion is Saturday and Sunday. Eating and talking is about all we get done, but we do it well.

And now, on to Fantasy Friday.As promised we have chapter two of 'Another Chance' the story we started last week. Click here to read the first part if you didn't get the chance last week or if you want to refresh your memory. You'll like this chapter for sure and the best news is that there will be more with these characters next week. I love stories that go on like this!

Please enjoy...

Another Chance

Chapter 2

Bill and Sylvia ran to the waiting limousine in a shower of rice. The wedding, although small, was formal. Both had eloped the first time and the kids and grandkids wanted a special event. After a private ceremony, with only family present, they invited half the town for a big bash at the club. Bill looked more handsome than ever, his rugged looks set off by the tuxedo Sylvia insisted upon. Her ice blue gown was simple and elegant. They made a striking couple, laughing and shaking rice from their hair as they sped off.

This time, Sylvia was determined to come before the business. She begged and wheedled until Bill finally gave in. Two weeks was a long time for him to be out of the office. But they did deserve a break.  Sylvia campaigned for a cruise to the islands, fancy clothes, good food, and spectacular sunsets. Bill favored a sailboat tour of the Florida Keys, private, good fishing, and spectacular sunsets. The kids broke the stalemate with tickets for a private car on an excursion train into Canada, citing the tradition of a Niagara Falls honeymoon. A place neither had been seemed a good idea and peace prevailed.

The first two days were a fairytale honeymoon of romance and lovemaking. The sound of the wheels proved soothing and the slight rocking lulled them to sleep at night. The "Presidential Car" was as luxurious as any fine hotel and the dining car offered fine cuisine from around the world. Sylvia felt like a spoiled fairy princess. Bill laughed, but allowed his beautiful new wife to feed him strawberries and chocolate in bed, teasing about the service.

Day three was their first stop. A whole day of sightseeing in Niagara. Bill was up early hoping to check in with the office before leaving, several large jobs were underway and he had a few details to go over with his secretary. Leaving a message for her to call he jumped into the shower. He turned the water off just in time to hear Sylvia telling someone that they were not to be disturbed and any problems would wait for their return. Rushing into the room, dripping wet but ready to take the call, he found Sylvia hanging up his cell phone. The guilty look on her face was his first clue that this was not the first time she had "handled" a call for him."Sylvia, who was on the phone?"

"Nothing important, sweetie, you'd better hurry or we'll miss the falls." Sylvia breezed by Bill, gathering her clothes and heading for the shower.

Bill paced the room, growing angrier with each passing moment. His secretary was reluctant to tattle but finally spilled the beans. She had been trying to reach him on an urgent matter but the phone had been turned off until this morning. When she returned his call Sylvia let her know that no further calls would be accepted. A major contract was lost due to her childish behavior and, honeymoon or not, she was going to answer for it. Mind made up, Bill went into the bathroom just as she stepped out of the shower.

Grabbing her firmly by the arm he steered her, still dripping, to the bedside. Ignoring her ripostes about eager bridegrooms he settled himself on the edge of the bed and tossed her unceremoniously over his knee. Shocked at his sudden assault on her backside several swats landed before she found her voice.

"What are you doing? This is not fair, you promised I would always know why you were spanking me."

"I think you know perfectly well why you are being punished. I will not tolerate you interfering with my business. I asked Carol to call me because I needed to speak to her. Thanks to your childish behavior we lost the bid on the new shopping center and I intend to take every dollar of lost revenue out of your hide."

Sylvia stirred spasmodically as the heat began to build. He was really angry this time and spanking harder than usual, already her bottom was burning up. Soon he was landing several swats in the same place before moving on. She hated that this soon reduced her to screeching "not there" over and over. Bill gave her his full attention, painting every inch of her backside bright scarlet and soon she was limp and sobbing.

"That was for turning off my phone, for giving Carol a hard time, and for overstepping your authority. You've been running wild ever since Ray died and I intend to put a stop to it. You lied to me and I will not stand for that."

As he lectured Bill pulled his belt off and doubled it in his hand. He hated to do it but she needed to learn this lesson right from the start. Ray never put up with any nonsense and neither would he.

"Anytime you think about lying to me you remember how this belt feels. I promise you will be remembering it every time you sit down for days."

Sylvia was stunned that he would use his belt; he always said his hand was plenty hard enough. Before she could protest the first stripe landed across her hot cheeks making her howl. Bill was in no hurry, he took his time and placed each stripe carefully, working his way down to her knees with special attention to the under curve of her cheeks. By the time he was finished she was gasping for breath. Setting her on her feet he sent her to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Her protests earned her another quick flick of his belt across her welted rear.

"This trip to see the falls was so important you threw away a substantial contract. Now get dressed and be ready in five minutes. We are going on this tour no matter how sore your butt is."

Scurrying out of reach Sylvia bolted into the bathroom to splash cold water on her scalding bottom before her brute of a husband forced her to dress. Whatever happened to making up after a punishment, she wondered, as she searched for something comfortable to wear.

Four hours later Bill watched his still squirming wife trying to get comfortable on the hard bench seats of the tour bus. He had to smile at her stubborn refusal to complain. Her bottom had to be raw and sore, he had made sure it was a strapping she would remember. His polite inquiries into her comfort were met with stony silence; she was not speaking to him. He looked forward to discussing that with her upon their return to the train. In fact, they still had several items of unfinished business left from the morning. He suspected there was going to be fireworks once they were alone. Smiling at the thought of warming her bottom again before he carried her off to bed Bill settled back to enjoy the view.

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My thanks again to Annie, who is such a wonderful writer! I only wish she could quit work and write full time - wish I could too and I'm not this good!  More next week!

If you usually skip this next part - please read it today.

As always I'm looking for more stories. I always want to invite those of you without blogs to see this as a place for you to try your hand at writing. We really want everyone to have a place to show off your talent but I also want to ask my fellow bloggers if they will share there talent here once. I think of Fantasy Friday as a community project. It's a way to showcase different bloggers and let some people find your blogs that may not have had a chance to see it before. So please if anyone is willing to share please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com