TBT - If you've EVER thought about Spanking, read this

I was wandering back looking for something for Throw back Thursday and when I came across this post I thought it would go well with what I was trying to say in my Love our Lurkers post. I'll put the second part up early next week. 

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I write all my post hoping all my readers will enjoy them and maybe think or laugh a little.  But today I want to talk to a part of my reader that I’m afraid we often ignore. Those who have found the community and know that they belong, but they are not in a spanking relationship.

I’d bet 99% of those of us out here, bloggers and readers, found ourselves here after looking up ‘spanking’ on the Internet, (back in my day all you could do was look up spanking in the dictionary and lust after the definition, but now I’m really showing my age.)  I’m assuming that if you’re reading here you are a spanko – or have at least admitted to yourself that the idea of spanking or being spanked pulls at you whether you want it to or not.

Most of us blogging are being spanked, sometimes more than we’d like, sometimes less, but we’ve found some way to incorporate TTWD in our lives.  But that wasn’t true for me when I first found blogs.  At that time I had never had an adult spanking, Nick knew nothing about my desire and I wasn’t ever planning on telling him.  I loved what I was reading, was memorized, in fact.  But I certainly didn’t feel like I was a part of it.

I felt a lot like a kid with her face pressed against a candy store window watching the kids inside help themselves to all the delights I wanted. One part of me was happy for them, but I also felt a little jealous and left out. 

I had no one to spank me, no stories to relate, no misdeed that I could write about and speculate on what an appropriate punishment might be. I was not getting fun spankings, sexy spankings, punishment spanking, no one wanted to control (or protect) me. I felt I couldn’t even comment on these thing with no experience to back it up. My feelings were, 'What could I say that was of any value or significance to these people who are actually living it?'

Bob said in an email the other day that as he began reading more and commenting some that he hadn’t realized what a close-knit community we really were. I love that we are seen in that way, but I don’t ever what my reader to feel like it’s an exclusive community.  If that were true we’d all go private and just talk to one another.  We have public blogs because we want other to feel comfortable joining the discussion.

I reposted this on facebook the other day.  The LGBT community created it, but I think it applies for well for those of us in the spanko world as well.  This is the real reason I blog.

Now if you feel like you are in this group of readers (as I once was) I have several assignments for you.  I’ll just give the first two today (wish I could promise each of you a spanking if you don’t follow through, but…)

Assignment one: Reread this post.  Think about it. Realize that you are a part of us whether you let your voice be heard or not, and also realize that we will all be stronger if our community grows with the thoughts of all our members.

Assignment two: Come back next week for your next assignment.

Catching up

I feel like I haven’t posted that much lately. Sometimes when I go quiet it’s because I’m down, but that’s not the case. There hasn’t been much to write about, but things are going well. This past Friday I went to my sisters right after school so I wasn’t here for our usual Friday afternoon spanking. Dodge a bullet or missed out on our time for reconnection?

Anyway the shopping and visiting was fun. I got a good start on the shopping, but its nowhere near finished. My boys are still the hardest to buy for. I have more ideas for Colin than I do LJ. If you have any suggestions for young men, let me hear them. Mollie has a list that would wrap around a building, so no problem there. One thing LJ did ask for was a new Kindle, his quit working.

LJ tells me the first things he wants to read if he gets a Kindle, will be the Cassie books.  So really how am I supposed to feel about that?  Mollie buys all the books as they come out, but she doesn’t read them (she has read brief excerpts). She says she doesn’t want to read them, she just buys them to support me. I think that’s kind of sweet. But LJ doesn’t even know what they’re about as far as I know. I always assumed he’d be somewhat amused. I guess I’ll know soon, I’ve already ordered him one.

I came home Sunday and Nick and I visited some, late near suppertime, he came in and gave me ‘a look’. I was a bit bewildered until he said, “It’s Friday.” I’m not as smart as some, but I knew it was Sunday and told him so. Ignoring me he said again, “It’s Friday.” Next thing I knew I was up out of my chair and bent over it. He took off with Blondie’s paddle, so I didn’t miss out on this week after all. I appreciate him remembering. The weight loss isn’t going fast by any means, but it is still going in the right direction.

I guess that brings everyone up to date. I’m doing a throw back Thursday tomorrow, and it’s one I hope you’ll read and think about even if you remember it from a couple of years ago.

You know you want to see it

I really wanted to post something today - but it's been such a busy weekend, you know all that shopping and such I thought I'd just do something quick. So of course when I saw 'the picture' I knew this was something that we've all had our minds on lately because the news media won't shut up about it.

Kim Kardashian

I'm not a Kim fan, I'm not a Kim hater - I could care less about her. You have to admire anyone who can turn a youthful scandal into a multi-million dollar fortune. Hell, I would have done a sex tape if I knew I could make that kind of dough. But this week everyone is thinking of Kim's ass and while I may not be the first blogger to repost the picture I didn't what to be left out. 

Kim Kardashian's

Ass…

it's honestly the biggest ass I've ever seen

Keep scrolling, you know you want to see it

Incredible Ass!

The Business Woman, part 2

Happy Friday to you all. Didn't we have a  great LOL day! I hope I'll continue hearing from my old friends and I hope some of my new friends will come by and speak more often. I'm headed to my sisters this afternoon to do some more Christmas shopping. I hope you'll spend part of the day with the second part of  Carye's story. If you didn't catch the first part you can find it here. For now, sit back and enjoy...

The Business Woman

Part 2

The trip home was quiet and uneventful. Small talk seemed to dominate the 45 minute drive.  When they arrived home Lori’s mind was set. She knew there was no way out of being punished, and waiting made things harder. She had never had to wait long, but she thought maybe she should go ahead and ask for it now. 

            “Um.. Kent?”  she said looking at her nails to avoid his gaze. “Would it be.. um.. all right if we … um… took care of things … now?” 

            “No, that will need to wait a while.  I want you to go up and grab one of my t-shirts. Loose all your clothes and just put on my shirt.  Nothing underneath please. I just love that look. And please let that beautiful hair down and take your make-up and jewelry off. I love you just the way you are without all the fancy stuff.” 

            “Ok” she smiled at his compliment. She loved that he told her she was beautiful. He even would say it first thing in the morning. It always made her warm inside. 

            After changing she could smell dinner starting. They were having lasagna that had been prepared and just needed put in the oven. Already it smelled heavenly. She realized she was hungry. She’d waited enough she decided. So, with some determination she said. “Ok, I’m ready for my punishment.”

            Kent glanced up realizing she really was having a hard time waiting and smiled to himself. “Sorry honey, but I’m not.  I think you need to learn what it feels like to be left waiting.  Apparently, last weeks little lesson wasn’t objective enough.  So, I figure, I had to wait, so you shall too.  Just relax. If you’re good, and don’t ask again, I might even be kind and punish you tonight!” 

            “You Wou…” She stopped.  Yes, he would. She knew better than to spout that off.  More humbly she replied “Ok, I’ll not ask again.  I love you and I trust you.”

            Kent went up to her and gave her a big hug and deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and felt her body against his under her t-shirt.  He lifted it ever so slightly to rub her butt and lower back. God he loved how soft and wonderful her skin felt.  He felt her respond and took a deep breath, and one more kiss, and stepping back said. “We better check the lasagna.” 

            After dinner had been enjoyed, and they had cleaned up, Kent led her to the couch. Oh Good! She thought. No more waiting. I can’t stand it anymore.  Kent however had other ideas.  “Let’s relax, and watch some TV.  Here come sit on my lap.”

            Somewhat frustrated, she nevertheless complied. After all she loved relaxing on his lap and cuddling up with him to watch TV on their comfy couch.  Kent took the opportunity to hug, kiss, and caress his beautiful wife.  He whispered in her ear “You know you really were terrible today…  You’re making me punish you and I just hate hurting you. It hurts me so much to have to. I love you and that beautiful body so much. I wish I could just give you a wonderful erotic spanking instead.” He emphasized this by carefully slipping a finger down to her most private parts.

            Lori groaned in pleasure. She wanted him so much, but knew that until she took her punishment he was off limits.  “Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t take our private time away.  Honest. I’ll treat people nicely. I’ll even call if I find myself loosing it.  Please honey…” 

            Kent sighed; he was aroused too and he knew she wanted some fun before her punishment. But he knew better. He’d tried that once, and they never got around to the spanking.  “Ok, since you ask so nicely..”  he paused.  Her hopes rose for a second until “Go get the hairbrush and please, come to me and bring it to me. You know what you need to do.”  As he said it he pushed her up and started her off his lap.

            “Please…” she looked back piteously.

            “Don’t wait, wait, don’t wait, wait.  You still think you’re in control young lady? I do not work for you, and after hearing how you treat those who do, you’re lucky I don’t! Now go!”  Lori didn’t wait a second. She knew better. She still wasn’t fast enough to avoid a swat as she ran up stairs.  She grabbed the hairbrush and headed back down. 

            Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him, stood before him, and handed him the brush.  He took it, stood up and looked down at his beautiful wife.  “Ok, now” he said softly “please take off that shirt, and fold it up and put it over on the chair. I don’t think you’ll need it for a while”

            Blushing, she did as she was told. She wanted to scream no, please no, but knew she must not talk until she was asked a question, or it would be worse.  She shyly returned to him.  It was so hard to stand before him naked, when he was fully clothed. She shivered a little.   

            “Now, young lady, do you know why you’re getting this punishment?”

            “Yes Sir”

            “Tell me.”

            “Because I didn’t call you and made you wait outside after I promised not to, sir”

            “Good. And how do you plan on avoiding this next time. You know each time it will get worse.”

            “I’ll call you.  I think maybe I’ll set my watch alarm so I don’t forget. I promise. It won’t happen again. Honest Sir.” She said almost in a whisper. It was so hard to look at him through this, but it was what he required. She almost thought this was worse than the spanking itself.  She could feel the tears welling up inside her. She truly felt bad she had let him down. Let them down.

            “Do you think you deserve being spanked with a hairbrush? You know, it won’t be easy” 

            “Yes Sir” she answered butterflies leaping in her stomach.

            “Ok, come here then, lay over my lap. Put one hand behind my back please.” He calmly sat and guided her down onto his lap. He put one hand behind his back and snuggled her in close. Restraining her legs with one of his, he gently took her other hand and put it in the small of her back. “Comfortable?” he asked as he rubbed the cool hairbrush over her ivory skin. 

            “Yes sir.  I’m so very sorry I let you down.”

            “I know sweetie. I hope you now know how it feels to wait.  Next time, you’ll have to wait at least over night, and it won’t be just the hair brush. Do you understand?”

            “Yes Sir.” Thinking of this just brought her tears closer.  She didn’t want to spend a night knowing she was to be punished. Knowing that she had let him down. Feeling so disconnected. She was sure she wouldn’t let that happen again. And then all thought stopped as the hairbrush hit her right cheek hard.  “OUCH” she yelled. 

            Kent didn’t wait for her response. He smacked the left cheek just as hard, and then began alternating fast and furious. He was feeling the frustration melting away, and feeling determined to ensure it didn’t happen again.  He paused for a minute and listened to her crying.  “Are you going to stand me up again?” he said with a hard smack to the left side.

            “No SIR” she cried.

            “Are you going to sacrifice our time together for your job? Is it more important to you than us?  Are you going to treat me like someone you can just stand up and brush off at will?” 

            “No sir! I promise I won’t”

            “Your promise only seems to work about 6 days.  I think perhaps a little longer spanking may get it to last longer. Don’t you? Lets try.” With that he resumed, but this time slightly less intense but with 10 strikes on a cheek before changing over to the other one. He knew she couldn’t take this very long before she would let go and stop fighting.

            Lori struggled. This was worse than anything. She hated when he spanked this way. She fought it as long as she could, but finally, sobbing uncontrollably, she just laid there and took it.  Kent stopped almost immediately. 

            “You’re doing great honey. We’re almost through I promise.” He said as he rubbed her tender bottom gently. It was on fire and he knew she couldn’t take much more. “Five more on each side, then we’ll be done.”  As he rubbed he tried to decide if he would make her count. “Nope” he thought, “she has had enough and she still has another spanking coming”.  With that he resumed. Slowly and determinedly he alternated the last 10 these were the hardest yet as she knew they would be.   He let her lay there sobbing for a minute or two, then gently pulled her into his arms. He felt her melt into his chest. Now this part he loved. He loved holding her, calming her, reassuring her, kissing away her tears. He always felt so reconnected to her. So close. She was the most precious thing on earth to him and he told her that as he reassured her he was proud of how well she had done with her punishment. How brave she had been, and how much he loved her and never wanted to have to punish her like this again.

            Lori too loved this part. She felt closer to him than anything she had ever felt before. Her butt was on fire, but she didn’t care. She could have stayed there forever.  He always said the sweetest things to her. She felt so loved and cherished in his arms. She would do this anytime for him. It hurt like hell, but the firestorm of love it released in her heart and sole was worth every second of the pain. 

            Kent wanted this moment to last forever, but reminded himself they weren’t done.  “Honey” he said quietly. “You know I want to hold you forever. I wish I could just tuck you in to sleep, watch you sleep, and when you awaken make sweet love to you, but… we’re not quite done.”

            “Oh please, Kent, I can’t take another right now. I need you.”

“Ok, honey, lets cuddle another few minutes at least. I am not ready yet either.”

~o~

Thanks Carye for another great part of this story - and don't worry folks, there is one more part yet to come. With any luck Carye is writing more for us, with luck someone is writing for us. If you are willing to share a story send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Love our Lurkers - Day two (just a little more)

I’m enjoying this two-day Love our Lurkers extravaganza! If you didn’t get by to read my post yesterday I hope you’ll read it today. I really mean all it says. I wanted to add my thought about answering comments. Its something I’m very passionate about. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer every comment left here, but I can promise I answer them more that 95% of the time.  If you take the time out of you day to come by and read what I have to say and then go one step further and leave me a comment, you better believe I’m going to answer that comment!

And if after reading all these invitation out here if you are still hesitant to comment on blogs, but you would still like to make some contact, I would love to have you email me. I’ve been around a long time and I’ve never broken a confidence yet. So if you want to talk or you have questions I’d love to hear from you. You can write me at elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Love our Lurkers day – I’ve had the good fortune to be here for all of them.  Nine years ago we often talked about how to get people to talk to us and LOL Day is the results of these musings. I remember feeling very self-conscious about commenting in the beginning. To me it seemed that those commenting must have known one another forever, and who wants a stranger butting into your conversations?

Out here no one is a stranger and we want to talk to everyone – if we didn’t our blogs would be private. We mostly all came here for the same reason – the idea of spanking intrigued us. We felt a little weird and strange about it, but we knew it was true. And we also knew – instinctively – that it was something you NEVER discussed with anyone!  That’s why I felt like I’d happily fallen down the rabbit hole when I found blogs.

Suddenly I was among like-minded people who freely and openly discussed spanking. The statement, “My husband spanked me last night and I’m still sore!” was met with congratulations rather than horror. Before blogs I would eye the wooden spoons in stores and secretively glance over at the paddleball paddles in the toy section. Now I can not only discuss pervertables – belts, hair brushes, wooden spoons, slippers, bread boards and the like, but we can discuss the merits of wood vs leather. My friends (Blondie) make and sell the best paddles ever and I’ve shopped with on line friends for everything from floggers to straps.

This is a special community of very special people – our secret desires might be looked down on by the general public, but here if you have an interest in spanking you are already one of us and you belong to the club. If you haven’t commented before please take the time to say hello today. You can stop with hello, or you may decide to blog yourself, either way you are completely welcomed into this community and we’re very, very happy to have you.

It must be harder now...

This past Sunday we had our Veteran’s in church stand. Someone went around with a mike to hear what years each person standing served and in which branch. This was the first year that we had no WWII veterans. My dad was a WWII veteran, but there are so few left now.

I learn so much about that war from listening to my father and his brothers and sister. Most of their stories had to do with French ladies, but I learned about some battles too. They were very proud of what then did and you could tell. In the world wars – they fought the enemy, defeated the enemy and those lucky to be left alive came home to a hero’s welcome.

Now there is no enemy in uniform to recognize, no battlefield, no front line, and the enemy sometime as illusive as ghost. It’s must be so much harder to fight now. With no specific ‘enemy’ there is no one entity to defeat, no organized group to surrender. Now it just seems confusing.

I thank our veterans – I truly appreciate the men and women who choose to go and fight for our safety and our way of life. Their job is a hard one, but I hope they feel our pride in them and our gratitude.

The Business Woman - part 1

I nearly always participate in Saturday Spankings over at PK Corey's Reading Room. Many of us put up 8 sentence snippets from some of our books. I'd love to have you come by.

A wonderful Friday to you! This begins a four day weekend for me. I'm off Monday for a regular check up and I'll use the rest of the day to begin my Christmas shopping and then I'm off on Tuesday for Veteran's Day.  I'd like to think I could get some writing done during those four days too. I'm waiting - not quite patiently to see if my publisher is going to take the fifth Cassie book. I hope they do,

it's a good one!

And today we have a Fantasy Friday from my friend Carye. We had lost contact over the years and I was very happy to hear from her again. She wrote for us way back then and I'm reposting them for the next three weeks. If you've started reading after 2009 this should be new to you. Please enjoy...

The Business Woman 

Part 1

            As Kent sat double parked with his blinkers on he sighed an exasperated sigh. Where was she?  They had just discussed this last week with her over his lap. He thought that would take care of it.  As he looked out his rear view window he saw a police officer driving his way in the next block down, sighed, and threw the car into drive and started around the block.  After two more rounds, he finally found a parking place, parked, and slamming the door, headed for the 30 story high rise that held his beautiful wife hostage.  As he passed the guard the guard smiled at him and said, “Hey Kent! How you doing? Rescuing your wife again?”  Kent just nodded glumly and headed for the 27^th floor. 
            As the elevator rose, he thought about his wife.  She was so successful. A top executive with a corner office, yet at home she needed his guidance, and lately with work too.  She had started the bad habit of staying until all hours of the night. They rarely saw each other.  She often set him up with him waiting in the car, then finally trudging up and finding her only to find out she was planning on staying several more hours.  He’d finally had enough last week and they had discussed it. They agreed that she would always call if she needed to stay late, and never stay past 8 unless it was an emergency. It was working too. They had really enjoyed the last week together. She was much happier and relaxed and despite being a little sore for a few days afterwards she was all smiles.  They’d agreed that if it happened again, she would be punished, this time with the hairbrush that he’d gotten that last weekend on an enjoyable getaway. 

            Kent stepped out of the elevator and immediately froze. He could hear his wife’s loud shouting from all the way down the hall.  She was really laying into someone for something. He couldn’t believe his ears. She just wasn’t like that around him. She definitely had a temper, but he didn’t think with all her success it had come with her to work.  He didn’t know who was on the receiving end, but no one deserved to be called the things that they were being called. Whoever it was was very calm and trying to appease her.  Kent waited for about 5 minutes and out came a gentleman he knew well. It was Lori’s right-hand man. She relied on him heavily and always had great things to say about him. What could he have done to make her so mad? As they passed in the hall, John stopped and said hi but looked rather embarrassed.  “Boy” he said “sometimes I wonder how you put up with her! She has the temper of a Tasmanian devil!”  Kent was shocked. “Is she like this often John?” 

            “Well, only when we have short deadlines, and unreasonable goals. Today was one of those. Our best efforts were good, but not good enough for her liking. I guess I’ll be here most of the night revising everything so hopefully we’ll be back on schedule tomorrow. Well, I better get at it! I don’t want her more ticked than she already is! See ya later!”  

            “Bye John” was about all Kent could muster. He was shocked. It sounded like Lori did this regularly.  He was going to get to the bottom of this somehow and it was going to happen tonight. 

            Kent walked to her door, and knocked. Without waiting he swung open the door and leaned against the door jab crossing his arms.  Lori looked up about to give someone a piece of her mind for just walking in on her.  She saw Kent and immediately stopped and furtively looked at the clock.  “Oh sorry” she said. “I was in a meeting until a few minutes ago. I’ll get my stuff and we’ll be out of here.”

            “Yes” Kent said calmly but coldly. “So I heard. Do you always treat your employees like this?”

            Lori’s heart stopped. She knew that look, and a pit in her stomach suddenly grew.  “Um, how much did you hear sweetie?” she smiled…

            “Enough to know I’m going to ensure it doesn’t happen again” he said dryly. “I guess we’ll be discussing two things tonight.  How to use a phone when one is running late, and how to treat people with respect.”

            She knew better than to argue here. He wouldn’t care where he spanked her, and she certainly didn’t want it to be in her own office! Someone might hear.  “Ok, let’s get out of here. Let me just pack up my briefcase.”

            “I believe you have something to do prior to us leaving” Kent prompted.

            “I do? What would that be?” she asked indignantly.

            “Apologize to John, and give him the night off, or else offer to stay to help him until it is done. Now don’t you think that would be a good idea?” Kent said raising his voice slightly. 

            “Certainly NOT.” She retorted. “I am not going to have you tell me what to do or how to run my staff without any idea of the day I’ve had”

            As the last words came out, she realized she’d made another grave mistake. He was around the desk in a flash and had her arm dragging her up and pushing her into the corner as he swatted her butt hard.  “You can’t put me in the corner in my own office” She whined piteously. 

            “Wanna bet?” He retorted quietly in her ear. “You’ll stand there until you decide how you’re going to handle this. Afterall, I wouldn’t want to tell you how to run your business.  So, I’ll let you decide young lady, you can be spanked here and now for all to hear, apologize, and then be spanked at home, or you can loose the attitude, apologize, and then deal with the consequences of your actions later at home.”

            “I…” she sighed and stopped herself. She knew better than to anger him any more.  Instead she used the time to reflect as she was supposed to. Yes, she hadn’t treated John the way she should have.  She was just frustrated with the day and the deadlines. He was her best employee, and she relied upon him heavily. He had worked many long hours in the last few months and sacrificed precious family time. The stress was getting to him and she knew it.  She had probably just made it worse. 

            After a few minutes, she sighed and said “Sir? I think I’ve made my decision”

            Kent smiled to himself. She sounded much more like herself already.  “Ok honey; come here, what have you decided?”

            “I’ll go talk to him. I think if we work together tomorrow we can get back on schedule. I’ll tell him to go home and offer to buy his family some dinner too.  Ok?” she offered.

            “Ok, lets go” he said as he grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.

            “Um, Kent?” She paused.. “I can do this alone. I’ll just meet you outside.”

            “Wrong answer honey. I want to make sure you appropriately show your remorse. You will do that” returning her pause “Won’t you?”  He smiled to himself. He knew she wouldn’t want a demonstration on attitude adjustment in front of John. 

            Exasperated she rolled her eyes, earning another swat, as she headed down to find John.  She worked very hard at a good apology, but John was not helping the situation by acting so surprised at her change in demeanor.  There wasn’t much to do about that with Kent there though.   John even joked with Kent on the way out about how quickly she had changed! What in the world had Kent done, and could he learn somehow?

            Kent wouldn’t tell him, but did reply “Well, if you get any of that type of attitude again, just give me a call; I’m sure I can turn it around in about 2 minutes flat.  See ya later John and say hi to the family!”

            “How could you guys joke about that? That was very uncomfortable for me you know.”  She said as they headed for his car.

            “Not nearly as uncomfortable as it is going to be when I get around to punishing you.  I plan on ensuring that you never let a temper tantrum like that come out in your office again.  I figure between that and forgetting last week’s session, you have a really long night ahead m’dear.”

~o~

Thank you so much Carye! The story is great and we have two more parts to go. Don't forget to come back. And please, please think of trying a story for yourself. We really need more stories. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

           

Really good weekend!

We had a good weekend as it turned cold. Mostly I got to stay inside and watch the wind blow and feel warm and comfortable. This was first weekend, the weekend I am supposed to come up with a sexy afternoon for us. Nick has always wanted me to initiate sex more often, just as I’ve wanted him to spank more often. Seems that we’re both getting our way lately.

Nick hasn’t missed a Friday – I get spanked. He probably still doesn’t know why I want this to happen. I think he feels there should be a reason, laundry (I’m always slow putting my clothes away), not exercising (I really have to work on that), or some other something. He may not realizes that the main reason I long for these spankings are simply to make me feel closer to Nick and to help me continue to feel that way without building up walls. I love it when he talks about spanking me, to ask if I’m sore, or how I’m sitting… I think when he’s willing to talk about spanking in general that’s when I feel the most open and close to him.

Now back to first weekend – I can ask for or do anything I want. I may want him to blindfold me or tie me up, all I have to do is ask.  Imagine anything you want of a sexual nature, not only can you ask – he has given me a rule (our only real one) that I have to plan something for first weekend.  Even with all this, it’s sometimes hard to come up with exactly want I want to do. This weekend was easy. Nick has been so good about keeping up these Friday sessions I knew I wanted to give him an afternoon of pampering.  We’ve been married thirty-one years, I know what the man likes and from what he had to say afterwards I think I did a fine job.

I’d say we’re doing pretty well here. I didn’t lose any this week, but I didn’t gain either. I know that they’ll be weeks like that and I’m not discouraged. I’m planning to do well this week. And just wondering – is anyone else shocked that it’s November?