Fantasy Friday - Go Take a Hike

I’m very excited to be able to bring you a brand new Fantasy Friday story today. This came in from a reader, Cindy, earlier this week. This is the background she shared with me – she sounds like she would fit in well around here.

I am a women of retirement age who loves spending time with my grandkids. But sometimes I just like to be with my husband. My personal life is no way as exciting as the stories I read or even the one I wrote. One can always hope. Thanks for giving me a chance. Cindy

Please enjoy…

 Go take a Hike

The trees were showing some beautiful fall colors up in New England. The sky was bright blue and clear and the temperature was perfect. That plus a weekday that both Danny and I had a day off from work, but kids were in school, made for a perfect day to take a hike and have picnic lunch.As I made up some ham and cheese sandwiches and packed up some grapes and bottles of water, Danny gassed up the car and put the picnic blanket in the back seat.

After everything was in the car off we went on our little daycation. There was a state park about an hour away with easy but pretty hiking trails. As we drove we discussed the mundane; kids, finances, holiday plans. As we got closer we switched gears and started to concentrate on us. We talked about how nice it is to get away, if only for a little while, just to enjoy each other. As we drove into the parking lot we noticed only one other car.

“Great” I said, “We practically have the place all to ourselves.”

Danny took out the basket and handed me the blanket. “Here Josie,” he said, “let’s find a quiet spot near the river and under some golden trees.”

“Sounds good, “ I said as I headed toward a sign that pointed to the river trail.

About fifteen minutes into the hike I spot a beautiful outcropping of rocks with golden maples all around, I can hear the babbling of the river as it slithers over the small rocks on the river bed. Walking around the rocks, I see a small cove of fallen leaves, sun overhead and the rive right in front. Perfect.

“I think this is the spot, don’t you?” I ask as I was already laying the blanket out.

“Perfect” he agreed with a big smile.

I wasn’t quite ready for lunch and even thought it was a bit chilly, I took my hiking boots and socks off and dipped my toes in the cold running water. Quite shocking at first, but then quite refreshing.

As I turned back toward the blanket, Danny gave me that look The look that still gives me butterflies, the look that tells me he has a brilliant idea, the look that makes me tingle.

“What?” I ask

“What, what?” He responds in his smart voice. “I was thinking, since your boots and socks already off, it would be easy to take your pants off also”

“Oh you think so do you? Here in the woods. You never know who could be walking by.” I was intrigued and apprehensive at the same time.

Danny comes up to me and plants a big kiss on my lips at the same time he is trying to find my nipples. He knows as well as I do that once he starts pinching them, I become putty in his hands. Submitting to whatever he suggests. Do I fight this? No, I relax and accept. I let Danny run the show.

My pants and underwear are quickly discarded. I stand before him in my tunic length fishermen’s knit sweater. At least my butt is covered I tell myself. But is it protected?

Danny shakes me out of my thoughts by calling me over to look at some rocks. He “suggests” I bend over and put my hands on them. I do as I am told and wait as I hear his feet churching over leaves as he walks away from me. 

Is he going to leave me here?

Is he looking at my bare butt?

What is he doing?

I hear him shuffling through the leaves back in my direction. I don’t look back

I do ask, “Where did you go? What are you doing?”

As I hear a whish and feel a sting he answers, “Just went to cut a switch”

A switch!? I had read stories about them, seen pictures, but never really thought about how they would feel. THEY HURT!!!

As he continues whipping that switch across my ass, I get more and more uncomfortable, I started to kick my feet. Not a good idea with bare feet and bent over a rock.

Finally I heard him drop the switch. He turned me around and with a big smile he kisses me and squeezed my red hot cheeks at the same time. Wow? What a mixture of feelings.

As I went to get on my knees to thank him, he stopped me. “Let’s eat lunch” He calmly says. Eat I think, I can’t eat now.

But he leads me back to the blanket and begins to unpack the sandwiches. I reach for my jeans but am told no.

“Sit,” he says. “Relax,” he says.

As I sit, I realize I need to get a less scratchy blanket. It is burning my already sore butt. As I try to get comfortable, I see him chuckle.

After a rather uncomfortable yet enjoyable lunch I watch out

over the river. I am enjoying the scenery and relaxing when I can start to sense Danny staring at me. I look over and see that grin on his face again. I once more reach for his belt and he once more stops me. What now, what is he planning on assaulting my cheeks with this time.

Was I shocked when he began to rub my feet, working his way up my legs and butt cheeks. From there he continued up my back, loosens my bra and gives me the best back rub I have ever received. Listening to the river,  feeling the sun beat down on med, smelling the fresh fallen leaves, I sink into a state of relaxation that I have never felt before. I was floating.

I must have fallen asleep. I felt a quick smack on my butt and Danny says “Wake up sleepyhead” I jump up and look around a bit confused. Then the events of the day came back to me and I reached over and gave Danny a big kiss as I again reach for his fly and again am stopped.

What is his problem? Why doesn’t he let me thank him?

He sees the confusion on my face but says nothing. He lays me on my back and pulls my favorite vibrator from the backpack. He laid on his side next to me and worked his magic. WOW as I came down out of the clouds, Danny suggests we get packed up and head back.

“But, but” I stammer, “Your turn, let me make you feel as good as you made me feel today.” Again as I reach for him he stopped me. As I looked at him questioningly, he says the most loving , romantic, caring thing to me.

“Honey, I love you, you do so much for everyone. Today I just wanted to take care of you.”

As I stood there crying, he helped get dressed. I just kept crying and thanking him verbally. What a beautiful many, what a beautiful hike, what a beautiful day.

  

 ~o~

Cindy, thank you so much for joining in the fun and sending in a story. I hope you’ll keep writing and maybe send another someday. Now for the rest of you, think about it. Write a story and share! Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

TBT - for those with ED problems

I get lots of little tidbits of information from various friends out here both spanko and vanilla. I don't always pass everything I get along here but sometime I just get something that I really think everyone ought to know. This is the case today, so for your edification...

All drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. You can see this in common pain killers. The trade name for one is Tylenol and its generic name is Acetaminophen. Naproxen it is also known as Aleve. Amoxil is also called Amoxicillin and the generic name for Advil is Ibuprofen.

The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra.

After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin.

Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin.

And on a side note aren't you a little disappointed that Viagra wasn't developed originally by the Upjohn company - I mean really.

My thoughts on spanking, sex and 'the lifestyle'

Where does it all go? Remember back to when you were dating. Did you just gradually fall in love or did it hit you all at once? I can

tell you nearly to the minute when I fell in love with Nick. It wasn’t right away. It took time. But when it happened it was all consuming. The day after I realized it was love, I headed off on trip with my parents that had been long planned. I couldn’t shut up about him. I tried but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I remember catching my parents sharing a glance and I realized they knew too and that I had found ‘the one.’

But we all know that while love deepens and strengthens over the years into something wonderful – it simply can’t remain at that ‘new love’ intensity for thirty, forty or more years. I suppose the same can be said for the lifestyle so many of us crave. For many of us women this lifestyle was such a long-held, deep, dark secret. I held so tightly to this secret that NO one else knew for nearly fifty years. I knew by the age of three or four, and I remember making up my first spanking story around the age of four.

But finally after twenty-three years of marriage I came out of my closet and told Nick. 

WOW!

He was as happy and enthusiastic as I could have ever wanted. The change in each of us – the change in our marriage was almost indescribable. Our sex life was wild and wonderful! We talked and experimented and reveled in the renewal of our love for one another. I was spanked hard and often! It was like I’d stepped through the looking glass! During those first two year, with his help I lost forty pounds. I looked and felt like a new woman.

But just like when you first fall in love, the intensity can’t maintain. His interest would drift, but thanks to the blog and the friends I had here at the time, I kept talking  to him. Kept trying to explain what I so desperately needed and the longing for true consistency. He’d try again and it would be better for a time and then again it would drift. It’s wasn’t that Nick was against the lifestyle, he just never completely understood it. And he didn’t crave it as I did. For him it was something fun we did, not a lifestyle. But we did give it a great effort. We kept starting and stopping for nearly a dozen years. I loved the highs when it was ‘working’ but the lows, when it stopped got to be too much to deal with. In the end, I had to deal with the truth: I wanted the lifestyle and he wanted the game.

Finally I had to acknowledge the change in me. I don't want it anymore, not in real life. It’s surprises me. But there it is. If he were to read this and come to me telling me he truly wants to try again. I would lovingly and respectfully tell him, no. And that’s a hard thing to admit to myself. If Nick asks to  play some afternoon, I'd go along, but it will only be the game.

I’m a spanko. I was born that way and I’ll die that way. I can’t change that any more than I can change my sexual orientation or race. I don’t want to change it. But who I am and what I do are two different things. I guess it wasn’t the best thing for me to grow up with Cassie in my head. I wanted her lifestyle. Not her husband. Let me repeat – NOT her husband. I do love Tom, as Cassie’s husband. But what I wanted was her lifestyle, not her man. I love the man I have. Not being the wild woman Cassie is, I wouldn’t have had to deal with a serious, hard spanking very often. But the consistency, the closeness that I know TTWD can bring, I wanted that. 

Now before this gets depressing and you feel sad for me – don’t. This foray into the world of TTWD improved my marriage considerably. We are way better off than if we had never tried it. We are closer, we are more comfortable with one another and I’d definitely say we’re happier than we were before we tried.  Mostly I don’t want to discourage anyone from giving it a shot. I know many, many couples who have

made this work. And each and every one of their relationship are different, individual. As for us, everything in our marriage is better than before. The fact that we don’t live the lifestyle doesn’t mean that trying it for so long didn’t help us. Our lives are better for the experience.

My spanko interest have now turned to my books and talking with other spankos – in various stages of their journeys. I understand every bit of the journey and I love to email and talk with others. I’ve chosen to keep writing my ‘spanko-sex’ blog although it contains few posts on either. As I’ve said before, I write here because I enjoy it. It’s my online diary, my clearing house for my thought and the place where I’ve made so many, many  friends. Knowing this, I hope you'll still come by to read.

Fantasy Friday - Birthday Wishes

You will fine one of my favorite spanking themes in this weeks Fantasy Friday. I mean who doesn’t crave a good birthday spanking? And I think this is an especially good one. This one was written by a dear friend who is still blogging today! The author is Terpsichore, who writes A place to Share.

Birthday Wishes 

"Here" she said, passing him two boxes wrapped neatly in silver paper.

"But it's your birthday" he replied looking at her confused.

"I know" she smiled sarcastically. "When was the last time you bought me a birthday gift?"

"Now that's not fair," he laughed. "I've brought you home flowers before and given you a card,” but the twinkle in his eyes showed that he knew it had been a long time.

"Well, these gifts aren't flowers but I promise I will enjoy them...and hopefully you will too...if you choose to open them." She smiled seductively and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "Open the smaller box first."

"What exactly are in these boxes?" he asked intrigued.

"Only one way to find out" she giggled nervously as she left the room. "Have a good day at work."

"I love you,” he called as he heard her run up the stairs.

"I love you too," she yelled back.

"Happy Birthday!"

Sarah and Chris had dabbled in erotic, playful spankings for a while as a way to spice up their marriage. They had been together a long time and they were happy - or they thought they were. They had a relationship based on love and friendship. They had the family they always dreamed of. They had a place to call home, careers they enjoyed, and amidst the every day challenges they had established a good life for themselves and their family.

However, in the process, they had lost themselves. They were so busy being parents and other roles they had to play day to day that they had forgotten who they were as a couple. Since they started spanking this all had changed. Sarah had always known she had a desire to be spanked, only she never knew how to express it. She felt embarrassed, confused, and ashamed. Why would she want to feel so submissive and vulnerable?

So she kept her fantasy a secret. Chris always loved giving Sarah love taps whenever she turned away or bent over in an inviting position. One day, she decided to share her secret. A whole new world opened to them. They started to fall in love with each other all over again. Now every year since she could remember she longed for the man she loved to give her a birthday spanking and every year she would tease and say "So I'm ready for my birthday spankings" and Chris would oblige with a smile and a single smack. Sarah wanted more. Much more. This year she had a plan. This year would be different...she hoped.

In the first box, Sarah placed a bottle of massage oil and a sexy red negligee with a note.

The note read:

My Birthday Wishes

1). I wish you would massage every part of my body, leaving nothing left unexplored.

2). I wish you would take a shower with me. I love when you wash my hair. And I promise to take care of you, too.

3). I wish for you to order me to put on the negligee. Do not ask me. Tell me with passion in your eyes and I will obey your request more than willingly.

4). I wish for you to give me a gift I have been dreaming about. If you dare, open the second box. If not then continue to #5.

5). I wish for you to make passionate love to me.

In the second box was another note.

I wish you to give me a real birthday spanking. 36 - no less, plus one for good luck, first with your hands, your strong magic hands I adore. Then with this.

Wrapped in tissue paper was a leather paddle, the same leather paddle she had seen before and fantasized about, the one with roses embroidered on it. She just knew when she saw it she wanted it and she dreamed some day Chris would surprise her and take her over his knees and spank her. She had never felt anything but his wonderful hands and oh, how she loved feeling his hand slowly caress her bottom and make it blush with each delightful smack. But she knew he was afraid to go any further and she was always left wanting more.

She knew her plan was silly, corny even, but somehow it was easier than going and telling him directly what she desired, what she craved, what she needed. And she knew he would not do it on his own. So now she waited with anticipation for what seemed like an eternity. She waited at the top of the stairs and watched the car pull away as Chris left for work. Then proceeded like any other day. Drive kids to school, go to the store, put groceries away, do laundry, pick up kids from school, play, check email...only her mind kept wandering...

By the time Chris came home from work, Sarah was already wet with desire from the possibilities that lay before her. No words were spoken as he kissed his wife hello. He hugged his children. They sat down to enjoy dinner together as a family. It was just like any other evening. Sarah wished she could read his mind and know what he was thinking. Fortunately she was able to distract her thoughts for a moment. The children helped sing happy birthday and blow out the candles on her birthday cake. They gave her a card they made especially for her that she knew she would save forever. Then Sarah and Chris read stories and sang songs and tucked the children into bed.

Now, it was just the two of them. Now the thoughts all returned. The burning desire. There were butterflies in her stomach. Sarah took a deep breath. Chris took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He smiled and looked at her lovingly. His hand brushed through her long hair as he pulled her close and they kissed. It amazed Sarah that after all these years she still felt the same spark she felt as the first day they met. He then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. He kissed her neck sending shivers down her spine. "Go take a shower" he said. Just hearing his voice so strong giving her a gentle order made her feel light on her feet and as she turned to go he gave her a sharp smack making her gasp.


He joined her in the shower and their bodies became entangled as the steamy water awakened their senses. After they finished their shower together, Chris led Sarah into a candlelit bedroom where he gave her a luxurious massage. Sarah was already feeling amazing and any faintness of stress disappeared with his every touch. He left no part untouched just as she wished and he quickly brought her to ecstasy. She then returned the favor and thanked him in his favorite way. They meshed as one and made love and then collapsed on the bed together in complete satisfaction. It had been wonderful.

Everything had been wonderful. How could she expect anything more? She felt selfish wanting more...but she did want more. She tried to hide her disappointment, but like a mirror Chris could see exactly what she was feeling and whispered in her ear, "Your birthday isn't over yet." She blushed. "Over my lap" he said “Someone has been awaiting some birthday spankings, yes?" She could hardly breathe. Birthday wishes do come true she thought. It had now been the perfect birthday.

Sarah and Chris both fell asleep snuggled up close and content in each other's arms. It had been a perfect birthday. In the morning, Chris left for work early kissing Sarah good-bye. She smiled at him lovingly. She decided to get up and start the day before the children awoke. She stopped to take a glance at her birthday present in the long oval mirror in their bedroom. The blush on her bottom was almost faded now, but the memory was still there. As she came into the kitchen, she noticed a gift on the table. On top of it was a note,

My dearest love,

You did not give me the chance to give this to you yesterday on your birthday.

With all the love in my heart,
Yours Forever and Always

P.S. - For someone who wishes to be submissive, you were certainly in control of everything that happened last night. Since it was your birthday, I was happy to humor you and let you be in charge, but tonight it is my turn. I arranged for the children to be picked up from school by Grammy and I will be arriving home early. I expect that you will be ready. Wear that red little thing you bought with your black garters and stockings and wait for me on our bed with my birthday gift to you opened and at my reach.

Sarah read the note quickly as she tore the wrapping paper. Her heart was racing. Inside was a wooden paddle. It looked as though it had been hand made. Tears streamed from her face. On the back, Chris had carved their initials with the words "forever and always in love."  At that moment she knew how much he loved her. And

oh, how she loved him. Then her thoughts drifted to what was in store for her later that day. That wood paddle would certainly leave the blush on her bottom the next morning. Hmmm, perhaps she was going to get even more than she wished for.

~o~

Thanks, Terps. That was a wonderful story and one I think most of us can relate to. Now, what about the rest of you? If you have a story in you, please share it with us. Send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Best post I've ever written

 I wrote this back in 2006 and I still adamantly stand by every word of it.

Gotta Rant

An email from a friend got me all stirred up about this topic so pardon me while I rant but I am just so mad. I want to know where the rest of the world gets off thinking that what we enjoy and the lifestyle we chose makes us some type of sicko that should not be accepted in polite society!

Many people enjoy massages; often they pay big bucks to have a stranger give them a massage. They talk about how good it felt and

how relax they felt afterwards. If their friends, family and colleagues have any thoughts on the matter most would think, “Yeah, a massage would be great.” I hate massages! Often people I barely know come up behind me and start rubbing my shoulders. It hurts likes hell! I want to scream at them. If I say anything about not wanting them digging their digits into the muscles near my neck I get a strange look and something like “You don’t LIKE that? There must be something wrong with you! You're way too tense!”

I see people at the gym lifting weights so heavy they look as though they are going to tear a muscle. Runners and cyclist are taught to run or ride through the pain for the benefits on the other side. Huge men are paid bazillion dollars to slam into one another to get a ball moved down a field. All of these people are engaging in activities, by their own choice, that both hurt like hell and are activities that some others would never ever want to do. Yet they are considered normal. People will let them talk about what they enjoy doing and it’s even acceptable to encourage other to at least give it a try.

I enjoy being spanked. I love the sting, I love the afterglow, I love the achy soreness the next day, I love the feeling of release, I love

the emotional closeness I feel with my husband, I love everything about it! Spanking is good for my physical, mental and emotional well-being. I am not even encouraging others to try it. I am just saying it is a wonderful thing in my life.

So how come I would be the one to possible lose my job if my superiors were to discover that I blog about it. At best I could expect to be ridiculed, thought of as unnatural or perhaps perverted. I’TS NOT FAIR! I am just as normal as those who like massages, lift weight, run or play football. But no, our desire is strictly taboo. I want to stand up and yell, “I’m mad and I’m not going to take it anymore!” instead I have to sit here and type “I’m mad and there is not a damn, friggin thing I can do about it!”

And if you don’t mind if I rant on, another topic we are discussing on our blog is about our sex life. This would also make our friends and family gasp in horror and heap embarrassment on us. WHY? If I was reading blogs to improve my cardiovascular system that would be fine, if my boss or family found out they would be proud of me. I could ask all the question I wanted to and gathering all the information I could. But if I want to learn about my sexuality, if I want to learn more about how this part of my body how it works and ways to improve or enhanced the quality of an orgasm – oh my, heaven forbid! And speaking of heaven, God created our bodies and included in the female special added features strictly for pleasure having nothing to do with reproduction. So evidently He intended for us to enjoy this part of our lives. There is nothing wrong with researching how our bodies are supposed to work.

We are talking about sex and spankings on our blogs. I am not standing on the street corner yelling these things at folks that do not want to hear it. If you don't want to hear my opinions on these topics you wouldn’t have read this far. I know that none of us are embarrassed in the least by what we read or write yet we are all afraid of others finding out, because many others won’t understand. I want my blog to remain a secret. Not only would I have to live with the embarrassment if it were discovered, my family would also. But if anyone I know does find my blog and tries to make me feel guilty or threats to tell others I am going to print this post off, shove it in their face and tell them to kiss my ass!

My friends, I thank you for allowing me a place for my rant. I knew I would be safe here.

~o~

Things have changed for me a bit because of my books. I’m no longer in the closet, mostly because I’m retired and my kids are grown. I opened up gradually because of these things. Being ‘out’ as a spanko is not something most people will ever feel comfortable with. But at the same time I don’t direct real life friends to this blog. Although it’s public, it’s still seems private to me – most who read here already understand. And I’m grateful to you all.

Another great book

Nope, this isn't a spanko book, but it's a good one.  Donna Steele is a great writer and someone I'm very close to. This is the fourth in the Conall Clan series and I've loved them all. Go over to Donna's Amazon page and you'll find all her books. Trust me, they are great! Now if I could only get her to add a little spanking once and a while.

Budapest Fairy Tale

A Conall Clan romance

The fourth book in the Conall Clan series is now available. Marcel’s story takes us to Europe to continue clean-up of the previous Alpha’s scandals and maybe rock his world.

Blurb

When Marcel begins his tenure as Territory Alpha to clean up after Eric Davis’ devastating reign, he heads to Europe to oversee the dismantling of Eric’s holdings there. While in Budapest he makes a life changing discovery and learns what Lou, Brent and Wesley Conall already know

Jacquelyn has been in hiding for a long time, escaping what her corrupt Alpha wanted for her, but now that could come to an end, if she can still believe in Fairy Tales . . .

Excerpt

Jacquelyn Caron entered the bedroom and immediately her shoulders slumped. Once again, Adah had disappeared. How the hell did she get away this time? She was human and should be no match for Jacquelyn.

She would have laughed at herself for thinking this would be an easy job, if she didn’t have to face tracking the old lady down again.

How did that woman manage to get past her? It was beginning to feel like a contest, and Jacquelyn was losing.

Jacquelyn had her scent locked already from previous incidents. She began her search, hoping Adah hadn’t actually left the house this time.

That hope was dashed, after she was unable to find the woman anywhere. The cold weather should have kept her from walking far, so she must have called for a car. Jacquelyn had only been in the kitchen a few minutes. Adah had planned her escape carefully. Merde!

She stepped outside. Yes, Adah’s scent ended just down from the stoop. What a handful that woman could be! After nearly a year Jacquelyn had learned to adapt, however the irascible old biddy was tenacious when she wanted something. Even though Jacquelyn needed this job and the anonymity it offered, she had also grown fond of the woman, and was concerned about her. She needed to find her. Where would she go?

Jacquelyn hurried back to Adah’s bedroom. What had she been stewing on this morning?

There were papers spread out on the petite escritoire in her bedroom. Jacquelyn took a seat at the desk and began shuffling through them. She’d been looking at photos of the painting that had been stolen from her family all those years ago.

That damn painting! Adah was obsessed with it and had been like a bloodhound tracking it down, finally finding the thing. Her attempt to retrieve it had been brushed aside by the current owner. Jacquelyn had seen the man only once. She’d been stunned to realize he was a shifter and a strong Alpha. He’d treated the old woman like dirt beneath his feet. He knew Jacquelyn was shifter as well, and yet he neither acknowledged her nor responded to her automatic salute to an Alpha. He basically ignored her presence, acting as if she wasn’t standing there behind Adah.

Gods, she couldn’t be planning to confront him again, could she?

Jacquelyn jumped to her feet and raced to her used Mini Cooper. She knew the way to his estate. It was a place to start. She didn’t feel confident that the Alpha wouldn’t harm the elderly woman. Something tainted about that particular Alpha raised her hackles.

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Bio

Women Strong Enough For Love 

Donna writes science fiction, paranormal and small-town romances about women coming into their strength and having the courage to find and accept love.

Now that she has retired from going into an office every day, she created an office at home and writes full time. Talk about living the dream!

She was the girl at the party who was yearning for the quiet corner and a book to read (go Rory Gilmore!) and has been writing in her head since she learned to read. Getting those stories down on paper (or in her laptop) has been more fun than she ever imagined it could be.

The possibilities of science fiction have always drawn her, and she’s read them all, there just needed to be a little more romance in them. She finally got up the courage to write them herself and is delighted to be able to share these stories with you.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter of RWA and the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers. She can be reached at

www.steelestories.com

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Fantasy Friday rival - From the Journal of Dr. Spankenstein

Today we have a story from a male writer. This if from Papa Shrek, husband of Carye, an old friend from my earlier blogging days. We still run across one another from time to time and I hope she pops over to read this. I hope you'll enjoy...

From the Journal of Dr. Spankenstein

She’s waggling again. This behavior would have likely gone unnoticed by the casual observer. But being a trained scientist, I notice these things: the subtle sway of her hips, the sparkle in her eyes, her out-thrust chin. Just as honeybee workers perform their waggle dance to relay information to their sisters in the hive, my mate performs hers to relay her need to me. It is such a primal part of her that I doubt if she even knows she’s doing it. If I’ve read her correctly, she is need of a recreational spanking.

Penelope and I had been married almost 6 years before we discovered her need for spanking. Coming from a very proper

background, it had taken her a while to loosen up enough to experiment in the bedroom. We tried light bondage a bit, but we really struck a chord when I lightly spanked her bottom. She really took to it and asked that it become a permanent feature in our play. She even took a subscription to Sassy Lady, a magazine that featured fantasy spanking stories. We even purchased a few tools of the trade. She began to crave more severe treatments. She had truly found her niche.

This changed 4 years later with the birth of our first child. We no longer had the time, energy, or privacy. After nearly a decade of Penelope either being pregnant or lactating, we finally got our bedroom back to ourselves. She began to crave it again. Her favorite magazine had gone under during our hiatus. She struck out on the internet and discovered a bold new world. Like a bee sampling flowers, she sampled blogs and sites until she found the perfect fit for her. It seems she really likes a mix of domestic discipline and erotic spankings. She bravely explained her needs to me and I have worked diligently to fulfill them.

Being a trained observer, I’ve learned to look for the verbal and nonverbal cues that she displays to work out the actions that best address her needs. I’ve concluded that she needs two different treatments depending upon the situation. The first is what I call a therapeutic or punitive spanking when she is under a lot of strain or has wronged a friend or family member. Most of my cues are verbal. She could be snapping more frequently at the children, using the flat “I’m fine” voice, or The Voice (think Hillary Clinton after being asked an unflattering question). These are the more severe spankings that contain harder strokes, last longer, and usually involve multiple implements. The act is almost an act of contrition or emotional release for her and she is usually greatly relieved and calmed afterwards.

The other type, I’ve labeled a recreational spanking. In this case the horny little minx simply wants her bottom reddened for the sensation of it. My cue for this one is usually nonverbal, she waggles. This is the type that I’m faced with tonight. After we’ve gotten our brood to sleep, I instruct her to lock our bedroom door, disrobe, and get on all fours on the bed. I start out slow by rubbing and kneading her shapely bottom to increase blood flow in the 

target area. I then give her a rapid succession of bare-handed swats. This is followed by more kneading and rubbing. Since she has been particularly good this week, I next use her favorite paddle, a medium-sized hardwood paddle with lots of thud. After about a dozen whacks with this beauty, her skin becomes flushed, her knees begin to weaken and her reddened little behind begins to perform a very different waggle dance, one whose meaning is both unmistakable and irresistible………oh yeah………I think we’ve created a monster.

 ~o~

What I did on my end of summer vacation

We did have a wonderful trip. And I particularly enjoyed the way it started off. In the airport I was sitting by a lady who ask me if I was reading a novel on my Kindle. I told her yes, and as a matter of fact it was one I’d written. She seemed amazed and thrilled and wanted to talk. We chatted and I gave her one of my cards. She was headed to NY to see her daughter and told me they would look up my Amazon Author page. Then, before we boarded she wanted a selfie with me. LOL! Of course she had never heard of me in her life, but she made my day anyway.

We grabbed a cab and LJ met us at our hotel. Let’s just say the accommodations were not luxurious. I know I live in my head too much but as I looked at our room, I though of Cassie. I knew for a fact that Cassie would have been disappointed to find the closet in her hotel this small. Judge for yourself.

But it’s not just the size of the room – it was really the view that drew us.

Okay, room and view not much to look at, but I’d gone to see LJ and he was beautiful! We got lunch and then walked the High Line. Later that evening we met up with Colin and we all had dinner. The next day LJ took us to Metropolitan Museum of Art and we toured for quite a while and probably didn’t see half of it. 

By that time I figured that my iWatch had contacted the police to report itself stolen! We averaged walking about 5 ½ miles a day while we were there, while I usually average about a mile a day.

That night we saw the first part of ‘The Cursed Child.’ An excellent play with amazing illusions. I recommend it to everyone. We did touristy things the next day – Madame Trousseau’s, riding on the top of a tour bus, walking down along the Battery Park. And then we saw the second part of the play that night after having dinner with LJ and his friend, the girl who had officiated at his and Colin’s wedding.

Two of the best from Madame Trousseau's

The trip was great but getting home was even better. I’ll never be the eager traveler many of my friends are. But we have a bonus – LJ is flying in today to attend a friend’s wedding. And you know I like having all my chicks together. Unfortunately, Mollie is flying to Dallas Saturday. Grrr… Who told them they could grow up and have lives of their own?

Okay, that’s what I’ve been up to, how about you? 

Home again!

I made it home and I’m stunned at how exhausted I am. This getting old crap is for the birds. We really did have a great time and I’ll write more about it soon. I wanted to put up a picture of LJ. As we toured the city I preferred walking behind my two men. I have a great fear of walking over grates – a great fear. NYC seems to be one massive sidewalk grate. By walking behind them I could somewhat avoid them. So my men weren’t ignoring me. I’m a wonderful follower and much more comfortable that way. But this was the view I had of my son much of the time and it always made me smile.

As to other news... On Wednesday morning I’m doing a live Release Party from 11:30 until noon for the new book. Here is the address where it will be. 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2211329169138685/

I have no idea what I’m doing and I may make a fool of myself. I don’t know if you can comment without being part of a certain group, but if any of you can come by it would help me enormously and calm my nerves greatly. I have the first half hour of the party and I’m not as well-known as many of their writers so I guess my biggest fear is that no one will make a comment during the time. But it’s worth a try. I hope to see some of you there.

* I've done some checking and you do have to 'join' the group to leave a comment. I've had a couple of friend go by and do this this morning. They seem to have accepted them with in an hour or so. This isn't a group that's going to bug you - it's just telling about new releases and they have one of these 'new release' parties once a month. And there is no audio - only commenting in real time. While I'll only be on live from 11:30 to noon, I'll be checking the comments all day.