Fantasy Friday - A Walk Along the Cornfield

This has nothing to do with Fantasy Friday – we just need it.

I’m so happy about today’s Fantasy Friday. This story has appeared before several years ago, but it’s back with a wonderful twist. Today’s story is by Minelle and the story itself is good enough, but for this posting Minelle did all the illustration! I don’t think I’ve ever had a write that was talented enough to write and illustrate both. But I think we all know how special Minelle is. Here we have a feast for your mind and your eyes. Enjoy…

A Walk Along The Cornfield

He was in her literature class and they sat next to each other, becoming fast friends. He was a bit older than her. She was 21 to his 26.  He was finishing his master’s in Liberal Arts while she was just in her junior year deciding her major. They enjoyed discussions on a variety of topics, and could spend hours happily discussing and arguing together.

She kept giving him hints that she was interested in more than a friendship but he appeared to think about her as friend.

 “Audra wait up” John sternly admonished the clearly annoyed lady.

As John walked to catch Audra, she looked up at the irritated countenance of her handsome friend. His eyes were flashing, as he tried to continue their discussion from moments ago. Walking across the campus the smell of a crisp fall day did little to lighten up their intense conversation.

“I am warning you that guy Ray is an idiot. I know there have been suspicions that he is a drug dealer. I am not being over protective; I am sharing information so you can make the right decision. You should not go out with him.”

“I can make my own decisions without your interference.” She made her thoughts known on the matter. It was exciting that someone so much older would be interested in her. Besides she thought if John isn't interested I need to move on.

“Audra he is almost 30 years old, you have nothing in common with him. He is playing on your naivete.”

“Please, stop being so over protective I know what I am doing!”

She started walking quickly as big fat drops of cold rain hit her face. Shivering she willed herself to feel warm in spite of not wearing a jacket. Why did I forget my jacket?

Audra hurried away from John escaping the discussion by telling him she was cold and needed to get to her next class.

The following Friday night Ray picked her up for her date. John called earlier and offered to be around if she needed to call for a ride home. She politely declined his offer.

Audra was uncomfortable right off the bat, since he said he needed to stop back at his apartment and meet up with a few people. It was a large three flat and he lived on the first floor. The living room had a very large window looking out toward the street. As soon as they stepped across the threshold of his apartment, the doorbell rang. Several people came to the door but never entered his apartment. She sat on a leather chair situated strangely in front of the window.  They had absolutely no conversation while waiting for his friends to show up. He actually seemed to ignore her. After about a half hour of constant traffic to his door, they left for a party.

“Um Ray, what was all that about?” Turning in her seat she looked at him and noticed he tightened his lips and frowned. He was really kind of slimy looking she thought.  He had dark hair worn long and scraggly. His eyes were set very close and the shade was a rather mottled nondescript green. His color was off almost grey and pasty. He was way too thin and his very expensive clothes did nothing to hide that fact. Ick, why did I come out with him tonight? There is something unsavory about him.

“Just do not worry babe.” He responded to her question by not answering at all. His actions were kind of spastic and he averted his eyes often. How could I have thought he was cute, she thought?

They pulled up in front of a large house, and parked the car. Walking up the wide wooden stairs they stepped onto a large front porch.

Entering the party Audra was relieved to see many of her friends over near the kitchen. She said that she was going to talk to some friends and quickly walked away from Ray.

A song by Mumford and Sons was playing. That put a little skip in her step. She decided to enjoy herself regardless of how the night started. Off to her left a group of people were dancing in the living room. To her right was a family room attached to the kitchen. That is where she headed.

“Hey Audra” her roommate Lisa ran up and started hugging her. “I didn't know you were coming here.”

“Neither did I.” Audra said. “Ray just asked me out, and after stopping by his place, he drove us here.” I have to tell you he sort of makes me nervous.”

Lisa stopped and looked directly at her saying, “Like I already told you, I would try to stay clear of him. I have heard that most of his ‘dates’ end badly for the girl. Didn't you tell me that John said he would be around if you needed a ride home?”

“Yea, but I really don’t want to impose. I’ll get a ride with someone else if I am too uncomfortable.”

Lisa looked at Audra and said, “I hitched a ride with Mark and his car is packed so start now, asking everyone, than you can just tell Ray you are sick and want to go home. However, if it were me I would just call John; he would do anything for you.  I know you lost your cell but there is a phone in the hall, go now. Let me know if you can’t find a ride, we will work on it together.”

Audra was indecisive and put asking anyone, including calling John to the back of her mind.  Word spread though, and she didn't need to search for a ride home since she was approached by no less than five different close friends promising her a space in their cars for a ride home. She promised to take one of them up on the offer, understanding the worried looks they all shared.

 Unfortunately, she found herself in a deserted room, sitting next to Ray while he relentlessly stuck his tongue in her ear and unremittingly tried to slip his hands under her shirt. It didn't matter how many times she said ‘stop’ or ‘no’ he just kept it up. Audra was getting angry and fed up; finally she hauled off and kicked him where it mattered most. He screamed and bent over and started gagging, so she took her chance and left.

Next thing she found herself walking to the bus stop three blocks from the party. She was so angry that she wasn't thinking clearly.  When she arrived at the bus stop, a bus was pulling away. Sure enough when she checked her watch the sign said the last bus leaves at midnight.

Oh well  she thought, I guess I can either walk the two miles back to the apartment or return to the party and call John. I know I will be worrying a great many of my friends, but I am embarrassed to go back. I feel like an ass for even agreeing to go out with Ray, and I do not need any more drama.

I am going to have to lie because knowing John, if he finds out, he is going to be mad knowing I walked home when I could return to the party and wait for him, or go with any of my friends.

Well she made her snap decision as she walked along the corn fields back to town. After about three blocks she took off her heals and walked bare foot. Her feet were just shattered. It was a good thing the weather wasn't frigid. The night couldn't get any worse she thought, and yet it did. The rain began just as she hit the one mile mark. Feeling sorry for herself she tried to stave off the inevitable tears.

A car pulled up alongside of her, the car carried two young women, one of them leaned out her window asking if she was okay, and could they please give her a ride. Audra new what they thought, a young girl walking alone next to the cornfields in the middle of the night carrying her shoes and crying.

She tried to reassure them, “I am fine, she replied shivering, just cold. I appreciate your offer, and thanks.”

Too tired to offer any resistance she climbed into the car and let them take her home. She made sure they knew she wasn't hurt. However, when the good Samaritans walked her into her apartment, and insisted she call someone to be with her, she called John.

John had been frantic with worry because Lisa had called him when no one knew where she was, and Ray was still at the party.

It was very awkward waiting for him with the couple who had introduced themselves as Ana and Gina. Her dorm was actually larger than the norm since she and Lisa shared a small sitting and kitchen combination area attached to their two bedrooms. Even if they had furnished it with hand- me- down furniture, it was nice and comfortable. She stood next to the door waiting for John to knock while Ana and Gina sat comfortably, on the worn brown leather love seat.

Ana looked at me asking what happened. I figured I had nothing better to do than start at the beginning retelling my adventure leaving nothing out. Gina turned to Ana and said, “stubborn like someone else I know.”  Ana squirmed on the love seat blushing crimson.

Ana looked at Gina saying, "I certainly wasn't that foolish."

Finally, after some uncomfortably stilted conversation questioning my sanity, a firm knock sounded at the door interrupting the interrogation.

Audra breathed a welcome sigh of relief and let John in. His first words to her were, “why didn't you ask who was at the door? I could have easily been Ray.”

I rolled my eyes up to the heavens strangely relaxed now that he was here. John frowned fiercely, turning to Ana and Gina initiating an introduction that I should have remembered first thing upon opening the door.

Gina looked at John and said, “Audra was lucky we happened along. I know what I would do if Ana pulled a stunt like she did.” Her fingers pointed directly at me accusingly. Now it was my turn to blush.

As the girls left I saw Gina pop Ana on the behind saying something along the lines of, “we have a discussion to finish!”

My eyes widened, then I smiled as Ana looked back toward me with a wink.

After they left John took my hand and we sat down on the love seat still warm from Ana and Gina. He questioned me beginning the moment I left my room with Ray all the way to my leaving the party and walking home. I could easily tell he was more than upset with me, for not making safe choices and for not calling him to pick me up.  He didn’t even realize I lost my cell phone.

“Look, I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, thanks for coming ‘big brother’ but I am tired and just want to sleep.”

“You are a brat, Audra. Do you realize how many people were worried about you?”

“Feeling angry at myself I deflected my fury back on him shouting f*c* you and the white horse you rode on.”

Before I could register his disapproval John grabbed me and tossed me across his lap. He began smacking my rear end with fast and furious spanks that at first shocked me into silence. Soon however the pain radiating from my bottom resulting from the continuous application of his hard hand had me shrieking for him to stop.

“Stop you jerk!”

“Not on your life!” his response was accompanied by his next action pulling down my pants and underwear to bare my bottom.

“You are spanking me because Ray is an ass!” Shrieking and kicking my feet wildly I tried to escape the punishment.

“Not even close to the truth,” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I am spanking you because I told you to call me. Lisa told you to call me.  Many of your friends offered you a ride home. You lost your temper and made more than one foolish decision that could have ended tragically.”

He then proceeded to describe each and every self -serving decision I made which put me in danger. He didn’t stop spanking until I thought my bottom was ready to fall off.

“Why was taking a ride from me so abhorrent you chose walking miles home in the rain alongside a corn field?”

By this time I was cuddled close to him crying on his chest, embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty for making so many worry about what happened to me. Reaching back I rubbed my aching behind trying to alleviate the awful sting.

John kissed me and I kissed him back. This was what I wanted all along. I was crazy about him.

I looked up, and said, “was that a real kiss or a friend kiss?”

“What does it feel like to you Audra?”

“Real” I sighed.

John looked at me saying, “I was waiting for you to develop feelings for me. I don’t just want to be friends.”

“Oh John we wasted so much time, and I got spanked for no reason. If only we had talked like this. I only dated Ray because I felt like you saw me as a little sister.”

“Well  Audra about that spanking, honey I am a spanking man, so if you act a certain way you may find yourself across my knee again. Can you accept that?”

Sitting on Johns lap ensconced in his warm embrace I said “yes,” after all, this was such an unusual occurrence. I didn't believe I would ever find myself doing such a foolish thing ever again.

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Thanks for reading!

Minelle

Thank you Minelle! You have got to do this again!  As for the rest of you, I’ll let you off. You only need to write the story; you won’t have to do the artwork too. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

What Nick had to say

I told you in my post yesterday that I’d turned down a spanking and that I wasn’t thrilled with myself for doing that and maybe not with Nick for allowing it. I let you know what I had emailed him. Yesterday he responded with the following –

Yes, you did kind of balk.  I do understand (contrary to what I've been told) that occasionally the time is just not right, and occasionally you may be granted a pass.  But with snow days, no days, short days, etc. I hope you take time to get your mind prepared for whenever.  I have some catching up to do. You might get a chance to practice being vocal.

Maybe its time to keep my mouth shut and see what happens.

Cold weather - cold butt

Some of my very good friends live the Arctic now. We used to just call it the north, but I think Arctic is more accurate. Because of this I hesitate to complain about our weather, that being said – I’M COLD! We live in the south (where you’re supposed to). We are NOT used to temperatures below zero for goodness sakes.

No school Tuesday and school is still closed today, although it’s a teacher work day so I’m going in for a while. Cross your fingers we have heat. Perks like heat aren’t something teachers can always count on.

If you read my “I SHOULD get a spanking today” post, you might be wondering if I did. Well, I didn’t. The next day was Friday. As that post said, I hadn’t really been impressed with the way the Friday spankings were going. So Friday I came home tired and my back was hurting. We were taking dinner up to Nick’s parents so we headed there to eat and visit and when we got back home I was dead. I was hanging up my coat and hoping to make it to my chair before I fell asleep when I saw Nick coming down the hall with the paddle. He opened the door to our spanking room and I just shook my head no. Not a very good spanko, huh?

I thought he had probably forgotten, I had completely gotten myself out of the mood, I was tired and my back hurt, excuse, excuse, excuse… Nick's a good fellow. I got a few swats, but he didn’t push it. Did I want him to? Would I have been happier if he had insisted … been more forceful, dominate…

Come on – I’m seriously asking you because I really don’t know.  I had said maybe we could put it off for a day. But he didn’t bring it up again. 

I was just going to forget it, but I decided to send him an email. I thanked him for remembering and apologized for not going along. This was part of it –

I would like to continue with our once a week. But if that it to be our maintenance / stress relief / focus / reconnecting time, I don’t want it to be come haphazard with a few random swats as we pass on a busy day. If we don’t have a little time to give it, it’s okay to put it off for a day or even skip a week. Your roll is to spank whenever you want to for any reason you want to. My roll is to come/go where you tell me to when you decide to spank, I didn’t do my part the other night and I’m sorry. (It’s also my job to protest any and all spankings at the time and tell you why I really don’t deserve it – your job is to ignore me).

I guess we’ll find out Friday what his thoughts are. As usual, I’ll let you know.

* There is a very special twist to Fantasy Friday this week. Be sure to come by!

Don't read this

I'm not kidding. I know many of you have already read this and I'm not fishing for double comments, but when Katherine Deane was kind enough to interview me about Cassie and Cassie's Conflicts it was a really long interview so we cut some of the questions.  I thought Katherine asked some of the best questions and she was fine with me posting the whole thing here. If you do want to check out the new questions I put them in red.

Why an older couple? What appealed to you to go against the norm, and average ages of 20-30 somethings?

I want Cassie’s stories to let everyone know that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. I didn’t begin writing until I was nearly fifty, I knew the love of a long time commitment and that was what I wanted to explore. Many of us who have always longed for a loving spanking relationship want it to last a lifetime, so let’s explore what’s in the far distance for most of us. The excitement of erotic spanking, as well as discipline doesn’t have to stop as we leave our thirties. I feel that Cassie and Tom give us hope as to what could be.

Is this story based on any personal experiences?

It really isn’t. Cassie wandered into my head when I was eleven years old. She was forty then. She began telling me her stories. I never knew why my imaginary friend was thirty years older than me and I never knew why my imaginary friend never left. But now I hope she doesn’t.

Do you use any of your life in your writing?

My parents traveled a great deal and I’ve used some of the stories I’ve heard about their travels, with my own spin included of course. I also attended many conventions with my parents, at least once a year since I could remember, until my early-twenties. The ladies activities, the cocktail parties, the dinner and dancing I remember from those days. I do remember several older couples I love to watch dance.

Another thing I got from my life is Tom’s ideas on manners and how a lady should act. These ideas come from my sweet mother. I didn’t always agree with her views, though I wore my white gloves to church as a child, but I knew her idea of proper and I let it bloom it Tom.

Was there a public service message in your minor character who was a beloved, sweet young homosexual man? And did any of this come from personal experience?

Yes, this was my reality. My son told me he was gay when he was about the same age as Drew, my son had just turned fourteen.  Although he’s not huge like Drew, or athletic, he was accepted and loved by his teachers and friends. He and his boyfriend married about a year ago and someday Drew will too.

What appeals to you most about Cassie?

I admire her fearlessness, and her total and consuming love and devotion to Tom and her friends.

How much longer will you continue with this series?

Now there is the question! How long will people want to continue reading her? I have roughly five more books. There are really good stories to come and I really want to tell them. But I also want to branch out and prove I’m hot a one hit wonder – mostly I want to prove it to myself.  I know I’ll eventually do the books that are already sketched out, but I don’t know how long I should take. I’m trying to find a balance between not having my readers grow tired of her and on the other hand not forgetting her.

What’s the oldest you think Cassie will become before her stories are concluded?

This is my favorite question. There is a book/story in my mind that I’m going to write someday even if I never publish it. It’s years in the future – both Cassie and Tom are in there nineties. It’s obviously a closing book so it could just be for me, but at the same time there are a couple of secrets that come out in that last story that would be interesting to those who truly love Cassie. One secret I’ve known about for a long time, the other I just discovered and it was a bit of a shock. I guess I’ll decide about this book later.

What comes next?

If I can ever retire and possible get my thoughts organized, there are other characters running around in my head that I would like to explore. I really like the Corbin’s Bend Series and I’d love to write a book for it too.

Which character in this series are you most like?

I really want to say Cassie or Sue, because I want to be like them. But I’m probably more of an Annie. I’m much less likely to get myself in trouble, and when things are peaceful I like to keep them that way. But when I’m mad, when people do or say truly stupid things I can bring Cassie or Sue out of my back pocket an use them like a weapon.

What was your favorite moment in writing this book (or even this series)?

That I can’t tell you! It’s in the books yet to come. One is a gift Tom gives to Cassie that surpasses anything so far and another, again – yet to come, where a character simply walked into my story from nowhere. I had no idea this person was in my head until they invited themselves to stay!

What was the most difficult part about writing this book (or the series)?

I was a math teacher for a quarter of a century so grammar, tense, commas, quotations – all those things have been difficult for me, but I’m working on them. Another problem is that Cassie’s story is on-going. I know a book should have a beginning, a climax and a conclusion. That’s hard when the story is a continuation of her life..

Does the name Cassie have any special meaning to you?

I had nothing to do with it. I knew no one by that name. When she popped into my head all those years ago it was pretty much, “Hey, I’m Cassie, pleased to meet you. I have a story to tell you…”

Now her last name has a story. I used to watch the TV show Judging Amy. I really like the older character Maxine Grey who was played by Tyne Daly. In the show she was dating a character played by Richard Crenna, someone who could have played Tom if I were casting a move. I loved their story line and I was thrilled when they decided to marry on the show. I’m not sure how the show would have handled it, but before the wedding Richard Crenna died in real life, so his character died on the show. I was devastated. He played the part of Jared Duff – and it was in his honor that Cassie got her last name.

What is your favorite scene from this book? Please share an excerpt below:

My favorite scene/situation is long, but I’m giving you part of it here. Cassie can get aggravated with Tom, but usually she’s not that mad. This time, she’s truly angry. I liked this scene but I’m most intrigued by the one that comes shortly after it.  The scene that follows this one popped into my head one day in great, graphic detail. I had no idea what had happened to arrive at that situation and I had no idea what would happen next. But the scene stayed with me and nearly two years later I got to learn the details.

Excerpt

Tom, who had barely spoken to me during dinner, turned to the couple on his left and announced, “I think we’ll be headed back to the hotel soon. Cassie’s been a little under the weather.”

As far as I was concerned, the fight was on! “THAT’S IT!” I shouted loud enough to attract the attention of several tables as I slammed my hand down. Lowering my voice only slightly I continued, “Cassie has not been under the weather in the least. If Cassie had been feeling under the weather, I would have been one of the first to know. If you think I’m too old and decrepit to come to these functions, why don’t you just put me in the home and be done with it. You can go back to the hotel alone if you want to, I don’t give a damn – I’m staying here.” I grabbed Sue’s drink and downed it in one gulp and then left the table so fast none of the stunned men had time to rise.

I was so mad I didn’t know what to do with myself. I headed to the bar to order another drink. I scanned the crowd until I spotted several old friends and asked one to dance. I stayed on the dance floor nearly thirty minutes. Tom was still at the table. His face was dark with anger, but he made no move to come to me. I tried not to look his way, but it seemed impossible. I kept glancing his way regardless of my intent. He never took his eyes off me. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I headed to the ladies room.

I sat in the little lounge area and closed my eyes. I kept them closed as women moved in and out. I don’t know how long I sat that way, but when I finally opened them, Sue and Annie were sitting across from me.

“What?” I snapped.

Sue cocked her head and looked at me. “I was just wondering if you had a charity you wanted us to contribute to in lieu of flowers.”

“He is going to kill me, isn’t he? What has he said?”

“The man hasn’t spoken a word since you left the table,” Annie said anxiously. She looked upset. I closed my eyes again. This was bad. “Please come back and talk to him.”

I was in more turmoil than you can imagine. I was still angry to the core, but I felt horrible. I knew I was going to have to face him eventually. Leaving the powder room, I looked over at our table.

Tom was gone.

I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe. I was the hot headed one, I’d run out on Tom more times than I cared to remember, but never in all our years together had Tom walked out on me. Although my anger hadn’t defused, the hurt was overwhelming.