Why would anyone chose to have a Domestic Discipline relationship? Part two.

I’m trying to answer some common questions vanillas have for us spankos. 

Everyone will have their own answers, of course, but since some of these questions can really annoy me I thought I’d come here to share how I’d try to answer them if I could. This is my second post on the subject, you can click here for the first one.

For those fairly new TTWD stands for This Thing We Do (spanking and all it involves.) 

Are there pre-arranged signals for safety sake, such as when the spanker is going too far?  Or is a concern about “going too far” considered contrary to the practice and mind-set of spanking? Does light or playful spanking ever turn dangerous? 

Yes, definitely, there are safe guards! This is especially true in the beginning. All spanko know the concept of a ‘safe word.’ However, I’ve found that most women who have asked for this type of relationship are more likely to asks for harder and longer, rather than for him to ease up or stop. Many use the basic ‘red, yellow.’ When red or any safe word is used all activities stop immediately. Yellow means, ‘I don’t want you to stop, but ease up a little.’ Remember, the in the consensual spanking world the ides of trust is everything. The spanker is usually more cautious than the spankee that things not go too far.

Is spanking more pleasurable nude, or with a thin covering?

Each layer of clothing adds its own dimension. Over jeans, over panties, in the nude, all can be fun. Often it depends on the mood.

Do women really want to be spanked? 

I'm guessing some people might not really want to believe this. But I'm guessing most of you have heard of women having rape fantasies. You have to know that no woman wants to be forced. I'm not talking about the bullshit I've heard from some government officially who talk about 'legitimate rape' as if there was such a thing. I'm talking about a 'rape fantasy' done between two consenting adults who know and trust one another and have chosen to participate in this activity. 

I believe for fantasies 'rape' is what Rhett did to Scarlet when he carried her up the stairs that night - and the smile on her face the next morning was all part of the package.

Something else to point out. Many in my age range were raised by mothers who were fairly sexually repressed because of how they were raised. Some of us absorbed the 'sex is something women must endure to have children' by osmosis. Intellectually, we know that's wrong and women are free to enjoy sex in any way we can. But those gut beliefs are hard to overcome. Part of TTWD has us being overpowered, dominated - that little voice we don't even realize is in our heads can release its subtle hold on us. Since he's the one in charge, we just have to go along and are free to enjoy. And once again I want to point out this is happing in a consensual relationship.

What do you say to others who find that the lifestyle glorifies violence? Isn’t there an inherent contradiction between a mother who wouldn’t dream of spanking her child, but finds pleasure in being spanked herself?

In our spanko world spanking is an activity of complete mutual consent between adults. There is no violence in it. It’s usually part of a sexual relationship practiced and enjoyed by adults. I’d never give a young child a glass of wine, but I can certainly relax and enjoy one.

Why do you think you need this in your life? How a person might find or know that spanking is related to pleasure- and how to engage partner in that so that both are enjoying it.  Does the desire to be spanked result from childhood spankings, or do you think of it as more a forbidden desire to break a few taboos?

This is probably the best and most difficult to answer question of all. And my answer is a definite – I don’t know. I do know it was a desire that I was born with. Spanking has always fascinated me. I was occasionally spanked as a child, not harshly, but it was a normal part of childhood as I grew up. I hated it and took NO pleasure in it. 

But the fantasy was there. I can tell you upon seeing the first scene which ‘I Love Lucy’ shows contained spanking. Same for the Little Rascals and a few other shows of that era. Yet even at the early age of four or five I knew it was ‘wrong’ or ‘strange’ and I knew this desire should be kept as a deep dark secret. I don’t know how I knew this, but I did.

As puberty approached it became sexual. Other girls dreamed of the handsome boy grabbing her and kissing her soundly, where I dreamed of him putting me over his knee – kissing to come later. But still I shared these thoughts with no one. I kept this secret completely to myself until I could stand it no longer and at the age of forty-nine, and twenty-three years into my marriage I finally broke down and shared this desire with my husband.

Others I’ve known shared this experience of ‘knowing since birth.’ But a few tell me that the desire seem to come to them after reading 50 Shades.

Is spanking usually, or often, followed by intercourse?

I’d say for most people in the lifestyle, yes it’s usually followed by intercourse. And if not immediately then soon. And the wait is often filled with delicious sexual tension! 

Others want the events to be separate. For the spanko the idea of discipline is a serious desire. If sex always follows immediately it begins to feel like the spanker is just following though with the spanking so that they get to have sex. The spanking itself means something to the true spanko not just a means to get your jollies.

What is the ratio of female to male spankers? Is it always the man disciplining the woman or can it be reversed?  

I couldn’t give you numbers, but the majority of spankers are male. And of all the couple I’ve become close friends with personally, it’s the women who bring it up and ask that it be brought into the relationship. The one exception was a lovely man from the Netherlands, Bas, who brought the idea to his wife – for him to spank her. She agreed and their relationship was greatly enhanced.  

There are definitely situations where the wife is the disciplinary to the husband. Because that is the way the couple wants it. It works for them. Consensual, remember. We’re talking about people, men and women who WANT spanking in their lives and have asked for it to be incorporated in some way.

The questioner went on to say - I think in other types of sexual play- people have roles and they don’t change- like domination.  

I’m going to say – without anything to back this up, that as a couple begins this journey the roles don’t change much. I do know of some Dom’s (tops, disciplinarian, spankers – whatever you want to call them) who ask the other partner to take the roll of disciplinarian for a day. Some women relish this role reversal, others hate it and only do it because their partner has ask them to.

I accomplished my goal of getting this all off my chest. I hope you have enjoyed reading some of it. I may be back with more some day. If you're ever confronted with these questions in real life I hope you will have the courage to give your answers. We’re doing what we want to do and not bothering anyone else. That’s basically all they need to know anyway.

Why would anyone chose to have a Domestic Discipline relationship?

So often I’ve wanted to be able to ‘explain’ us. I’d dream of going on a real talk show like Oprah or Phil Donahue (showing my age with that last one.) Not one of the trashy ones, but a show that allowed the explanation of differing view without trying to tell someone that they're wrong.

I asks my sister, brother-in-law and several friends to come up with questions that they have about the lifestyle. I believe the following is a good sample of these questions and I took the time to really think them out, for myself, and here are my answers. I realize yours might be different. Also I'm writing from a woman's point of view. There are men who find themselves being spanked too. But I can only write what I know.

You are a strong competent woman – why would you want someone to control you? Woman have fought so long for freedom from male domination, how can you ask for it?

I can surely see how this would be a sticking point for many. I am a strong competent woman. I can handle anything. I pretty much did the child rearing – not that Nick didn’t help, he did. But I really wanted the job and I enjoyed it. I could get my two little ones up, dressed, fed and to school on time and me back to my school, all after Nick had left for work. 

I could handle a classroom full of eleven and twelve year children and even teach them something. I handled all this plus keeping up the house and even cooking every night back then. In addition, I took care of my parents as they aged, paying their bills, dispensing the seventeen different medicines they took at various times of the day. I made actual life and death decisions for them at times. Trust me I can do it all and I know it.

But then my parents passed away and LJ was off at college and Mollie often busy and out of the house.

You can’t imagine the luxury of not having be in charge of everything. The absolute joy of sometimes being told what to do. For me beginning this journey was like finding a soft place to land. To be told, ‘You’re tired. Go to bed now.’ To be told, ‘You have to start taking care of yourself. I expect you to go to the gym four time a week.’ To be told, ‘You’re worried and stressed and anxious. I know how to release that stress and bring your focus back to ‘us.’’

I loved being told what to do instead of having to handle everything myself. When I was told to do something that would benefit me and I didn’t do it, I would be spanked. Since I’m a lover of the lifestyle this made me feel that he was truly seeing me, I felt cared for and cherished. He loved me. He paid attention to me and he cared enough to follow through and spank me when I blew off the things I should have been doing.

Not everyone in the world feels this way of course, but spankos do! I may not have been able to explain it fully here, but TTWD made me feel more loved than anything else in my life.

Does being spanked make you think submissively i. e. you think of your spanker as a Dom and you are the submissive, or is this just a means of titillation prior to actual intercourse?

This kind of continues on with the question above. Yes, being spanked made me feel submissive, feminine, cared for, loved – it did not make me feel like less of an equal partner. Since spanko crave these feelings of submission, the ‘dom’ is fulfilling her fantasies, and often his too. And all this is often a means of titillation prior to intercourse. While the spanking itself might be a titillation for anyone, for the spanko it engages our minds, not just our bodies. And we all know the mind is the most important sex organ we have.

Why do you feel you deserved to be punished?

This is a tricky one. Many spankos never feel this way and their spankings mostly focus on sexual play or maybe stress relief. But sometimes I did crave punishment and I honestly don’t know why. For all I know it could stem from past life experiences. But I know it was part of what I wanted and I know of other here who feel the same.

Was it difficult to find the courage to reveal your fetish to your partner?

To put this in true southern vernacular – Awww… hell, yes! Damn near impossible. I live in the real world. Who wants to be spanked? Who wants their husband being telling you what to do and spanking you if you don’t do it? For hundreds of women I’ve spoken with the answer is, “Me, me! I want it!”

I was forty-nine years old and twenty-three years into my marriage before I found the courage. It was nearly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I did it by email after I’d found the blogs and been reading for several weeks. I remember Nick reading some of the stories I’d sent him and he asked me, “Are you sure it not men writing these?” I assured him these were fantasies of women for sure.  He also pointed out before anything ever began that what might be enjoyable in fantasies in our heads might not be the same in real life. He was right – it was so much better in reality!

Most people that have a desire to be spanked know how strange this will sound to other and we certainly don’t want out husbands or lovers to see us as sick or perverted. So it can take us a long time to come out of the closet.

One thing I’d like to add here. Most of my friend did choose to come out in their forties or fifties. That’s probably a good time. I don’t suggest this type lifestyle for young couples. I feel we do need to prove to ourselves that we can take care of ourselves before we ask our significant other to take the roll. Submission is a gift you give of your own free will to someone you trust with your life. I think you have to reach a certain point in your marriage or relationship before you would have the love and trust it take to make this work.



Come back Thursday and I'll answer more of the questions I received. If you have any you've been asked and you like to discuss it here, send it on.

Fantasy Friday revival - Never Go out Alone

Finally, Friday got here. Today's story is written by Carye, someone who has been here nearly from the beginning of my time blogging. We still contact once and a while on FB. 

This one is hot and spicy and takes place in a foreign country! What could be better. Enjoy...

Never Go Out Alone

Awaking suddenly, Rex realized that Amy wasn't in the room. Panicking he ran out of the hotel room and impatiently and repeatedly pressed the down button for the elevator. Deciding it wasn't coming fast enough he opted for the stairs, and ran down two at a time. "Where the hell was she? Didn't she know how dangerous it would be to be alone in this country?" he thought. As he ran out of the revolving doors, with great relief he saw Antonio.

"Antonio," he called. "Have you seen Amy?"

"Yes, she left about an hour ago. Por que?" he replied in broken English.

"Was she alone? Where did she go?"

"Si, senor, she was alone. I told her she should not walk the streets of Lima alone. She said she not want to wake you."

"And you let her go?" he said as calmly as he could.

"No, senor, I had Roberto take her where she wanted to go. She wasn't happy, but she agreed. He came back a few minutes ago. Said he took her to the Museo de Oro and she told him to go back that she would call you when she was ready to leave. But I don't think that she will. She was not happy with us taking her." Antonio said shrugging his shoulders with a look of exasperation.

"Antonio is it safe for me to go alone there. I remember the way and it is light out."

"Si, Senor, it should be fine. If you get lost call me here and I will come for you"

"Thank you," he said as he rushed off.

Within a few minutes he arrived and the Museum. Looking around he didn't see her. He asked and no one thought she was still there as it was closing time. So he headed back. Grumbling to himself, he swore she would regret ever leaving that hotel room. As he headed back he noticed a jewelry store and looking in on a whim, he saw a figure that looked very familiar. He took a deep breath to calm down, she was fine, he needed to get under control as he felt his terror being replaced with anger. He calmly walked up to her, scooped her arm into his and said, "It's time to go."

Amy jumped as her arm was taken and quickly relaxed as soon as she realized it was Rex. Then she asked, "What are you doing up? I thought you were napping? Don't tell me you came looking for me," she added, rolling her eyes.

Rex tightened his grip working to maintain control. "Why yes dear, I did come to find you. I woke up and you weren't there and I was afraid something had happened to you. We'll discuss this more when we get back. Now, let's go." He said with a strong, calm and determined pull.

Suddenly, Amy fell silent, realizing she was in trouble. "Sorry, Rex, I didn't mean to worry you. I left a note..."

Rex didn't reply. Somehow Amy thought that was probably a bad sign and followed him meekly.

Upon entering the hotel room, Rex gave a few curt orders. "Amy, go shower quickly, and dry off then get into that corner. I'll call you when I'm ready, and you better be there in five minutes."

"But Rex… can't we talk about …"

Cutting her off, he said, "oh we'll talk alright, and you'll answer….big time…."

"Yes sir," she said meekly and headed quickly to the shower.

Quick as she could she got out and toweled off and headed for the corner. She didn't dare look but could hear Rex doing calisthenics. She knew he was calming himself down, before they talked, but knowing that he was mad enough to need calming down, wasn't exactly comforting.

Soon, she heard different noises, shades being pulled, and shuffling through things in the bathroom. She shivered slightly, and shifted uncomfortably, she knew he was fetching implements and that the time was drawing near. She tried to prepare herself to be humble and meek, yet she knew she was still angry from being dragged out of the store like some animal.

"Just accept things, be meek, you love a DD relationship, you need this…" She said silently, trying to convince herself to submit to the pain.

"Amy!" Rex barked breaking the silence enveloping the room. "Come here and sit down."

"Yes Sir," Amy thought so far so good.

Sitting on a desk chair she noted it was up too high for her to rest her feet. They just dangled. Rex stood up with his back to her.

"Amy, where are we?" he started.

"Lima, Peru, sir."

"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."

She rolled her eyes, "To never go out alone but I was going to ca…" Rex cut her off.

"Stop, apparently your mind isn't right for this discussion yet. Get up, lean over that chair, hands grabbing the legs of the chair please."

"But..." with a fast motion he swept her up and plopped her in place. Giving her no time to catch her breath he laid a fire of volleys on her upturned butt. Quickly she went from a lily white to a dark pink. She wanted so badly to put her hands back and stop the barrage, but she knew that was a huge mistake, so she gripped the legs hard.

"You will listen and answer the questions, I don't want excuses or additional information about why you thought this was safe. I just want answers. Do You Understand?" He queried between swats.

Wanting to do anything to stop the pain, Amy quietly said, "Yes Sir."

Rex left his hand in the small of her back. "Listen up, we can talk face to face, or butt to face, I don't care which. I think you do though. You have one more chance to sit and talk with me. If there is a next time, you will be in this position a long time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." With that she felt his hand release her, and his arm help her up. She loved the feel of him so gently helping her. She knew when this was over, she would have that back, she knew her head was in the right place, and she would make it through this, and maybe, just maybe even deserved this.

Kissing her head gently as she shifted in her chair, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's try this again. Where are we?" he started.

"Lima, Peru, sir."

"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."

"To never go out alone"

"And why not?"

"Because it is a very poor country, Sir," she said.

With that Rex pulled out an email that their professor had sent. "Let me read this to you to refresh your memory…Peru is often said to be one of the most dangerous countries in South America. Most travelers leave without ever feeling they’ve been in a sticky situation. Peru’s widespread poverty means that street crimes (e.g. pick pocketing, bag-snatching and muggings) are common….Sound familiar?"

"Yes Sir."

"Look at me," he said gently and lifted her chin to face him. "If you were mugged, or hurt in any way, I don't know how I'd handle it. You mean everything to me. I can't handle the thought of loosing you. People have disappeared here. Generally as Doc said, we're safe. The government is stable now, and we're in the capital. But if something…" he stopped, not wanting his thoughts to go there.

"I'm sorry I didn't think. I wanted to be out shopping and not napping. I couldn't sleep. I…I'm sorry." She said realizing she really was sorry.

"Do you have any idea how panicked I felt when I awoke and you weren't there? I was terrified. I ran down the stairs because the elevator couldn't come fast enough." Not wanting to repeat the ordeal in his mind, he took a deep breath and started again. "If you got hurt do you speak enough Spanish to make sure you know how to describe things to the police and the doctors? And have all your questions answered in the hospital?"

"No sir."

"Now, Doc would help, but who knows how long you might have to wait for help there and I want to spend time together in Lima, not in a hospital. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I promise I won't go out without you. Honest."

"Now, you did take Roberto with you, when Antonio insisted, I'll give you some credit for that. However, I'm not amused they knew you weren't happy about it. They are wonderful and gracious hosts who are proud of their country and want us to have a wonderful experience. There are enough Americans that come through here and are rude and obnoxious to them, we are not one of them. In addition, I'm not happy that you told him to go home. You said you were going to call me?"

"Yes sir, I was going to have you meet me there so I wouldn't be alone."

"Yet, somehow, I didn't get a call and you weren't where Roberto left you, instead you were a few blocks away at the jewelry store. Did you teleport there? Or were you escorted?" he asked stiffly.

"Um, neither sir," she replied shifting.

"So, how exactly did you get from the Museo de Oro to the jewelry store?"

"Please, you know" she whispered.

"No, you need to tell me."

"I walked..." pausing she added "alone sir. I'm sorry"

"Were you really going to call? Or were you lying about that?"

"I was going to call. I even asked at the jewelry store, but their phone wasn't working. Then you came in …."

"If you had gotten a hold of me, what would you have done then? What could you have said? You knew you were in trouble didn't you?"

"Well, I was going to say Roberto brought me and could you come get me or something. I really hadn't figured it out."

"It's neither here nor there. So here is the way I see it, you tell me if it is different. You didn't like me napping, you were bored, and ticked that you had to stay around. You knew it was unsafe, but wanted to go to the Museo de Oro. You planned on just sneaking there, but Antonio saw you, told you not to go alone, and insisted despite you arguing that Roberto escort you. Then you dumped Roberto as soon as possible, without a plan other than to call me at some point or sneak home. Is that about right?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again. I'm really sorry."

"Yes, I know you are, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't even cross your mind again to leave without me knowing where exactly you are going. Or if it does, your body will cringe remembering this and you won't leave. Ok, come here. Lean over the bed with the pillows under your hips." Tears already starting, she quickly complied.

Wasting no time, he picked up the brush. Smack! Smack! Smack! She jumped in shock at how painful it was on her already tenderized butt. She swore she'd never … then he picked up speed and intensity and all she could think of was how much it hurt. After a few minutes, he stopped. She held her breath. "Please be over, please, please be over" she thought. Sobbing, she apologized over and over, swearing she wouldn't leave again. He pressed on the small of her back and rubbed her bottom gently inspecting his work. "We have a little more to go my dear. I want to make this absolutely clear. Maybe in Kentucky it is less of an offence to do this, but here it is potentially a real danger. I will not... I repeat... will NOT have you endanger your life. Ever! You have paid for your sneaking; doing what you knew was against the rules, scaring me, and every other part, except for endangering yourself. You rest here; I think you need a little break." With this he stepped away, and sat down in the recliner, mindlessly flipping pages in the magazine. Slowly her sobbing came under control she wondered what he had planned next. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Rex waited a full fifteen minutes then got up. "Amy, endangering your life is one thing I will not put up with. For this, you are going to get ten strokes with a cane."

"What? But we don't have a cane?" she said shocked.

"I improvised. The rod from the shades should do just fine" he said smacking it against his hand then lightly on her upturned butt.

"I can't handle it. Please the brush is enough, I can't take any more!" she pleaded panicking.

"Brace yourself, I won't be gentle, yet it won't be more than you can take. When it is over, all will be forgiven and we'll snuggle up together. Are you ready?"

Tightening her grip on the pillow by her head and resigning herself to the inevitable, she took a deep breath and said, "Yes sir".

Wasting no time the cane whistled through the air making contact with her tender behind. She screamed a long cry into the pillow. He let her roll with the pain. He waited, letting it subside some and letting her catch her breath before landing the next stroke. Carefully and slowly he worked his way down from the top of her butt to the bottom of her thighs, never letting one stroke land on top of the other.

"This is the last Amy, you can make it." He reassured her.

"Please, not my thighs" she managed to choke out.

Complying he made the hardest stroke of the entire session land across her other stroke marks on her behind. Dropping the cane, he hugged her lying down on the bed, snuggling her in as closely as possible. "It's over honey, all is forgiven. I love you. You took that very bravely." He held her close and let her crying subside. Stroking her hair gently, whispering loving things into her ear. She snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and wanting nothing more in life than to be enveloped in his warm arms and body forever. He gently scooted her up on the bed, and snuggled closer. Soon, they both drifted off, spent from the afternoon's ordeal.

~o~

I want to add that Carye managed to write a story while caring for her four active children and her dear husband Papa Shrek and working from home. Yeah for you Carye, and thanks! Come on folks, if she can you ought to give it a try. I know everyone is busy,  but I hope a few of you or tons of you will help out. Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

This makes me so MAD!

How many of you have seen this? Does it make you as mad as it makes me? I get angry every time I see it and I want to leave a comment that would be pages long. I guess I'll do my venting here instead.

First,  it clearly insinuates that there is no such thing as abuse as long as you’re wealthy – anything you do to your significant other is fine as long as you have money. 

It also implies that unless you're wealthy you're too stupid to have a discussion with the one you love about what you want. About how it might work and the ideas of trust and safety.

It clearly shows how little understanding people outside of the TTWD community have for a lifestyle we completely enjoy.

Simply by putting this stupid meme up it says that those of us who enjoy this lifestyle are too stupid to know what we want and that ‘they’ know what’s best for us.

Obviously, it you lived in the trailer shown above we’d all guess that your income was very low at the moment. But does that mean the couple living there doesn’t love one another? Maybe they can’t spend the evening at the country club dancing and drinking champagne. Maybe they can’t afford to go out for a nice dinner and a movie. Maybe they don’t even have a little extra for a trip to McDonald’s.

But if they have shared the secret desire that we all understand then they may be basking in a wonderfully exciting evening. Maybe they're roll playing. Maybe she’s in the corner anticipating an intense spanking she’s been dreaming about all day. Maybe there’s some bondage that excites them both. Maybe after a day of taking orders from others he’s renewed by being dominant at home. Maybe after a day of being either ignored or put down she come home to a man who makes her feel loved and cherished and protected by his very dominance. And in our world the dominant and submissive rolls may be reversed. Who cares!

I’m just saying that those of us who love and understand TTWD might find fun and contentment in that little trailer. If we're with the one we love and the one who understands and indulges our ‘strange’ desires we could well be enjoying our evening more than all the rich folks in their mansions and penthouses. 

Next week I hope to start my short series on the questions outsiders have about our chosen lifestyle. I hope you’ll come back.

I'm having a problem - I can't sign in to comment or reply on either of my blogs. I'm working on it now. Email if you have a suggestion. Hope I'll be able to answer comments later.

Fantasy Friday Revival - The Note

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday. Today's story is one I think most of us would enjoy if it were happening to us. This story was written by my friend YaYa. A friend from long ago. I hope you enjoy...

The Note

Kathy came home from work one Friday evening exhausted and cranky. She had been dealing with disgruntle clients all day and she really just wanted some peace and quiet. She was pleasantly surprised to walk into a house that was completely silent.

She found a note on the kitchen counter from her husband, Seth, that said he had taken the kids to his mother’s house for an overnight visit. A sense of calm washed over her as it had been a long time since they had the house completely to themselves. She walked upstairs to see another note on the door to their bathroom.

“Enjoy a nice relaxing warm bath,” Seth wrote.

She drew her bath and slipped out of her clothes and climbed into their huge garden tub to relax for awhile. She soaked for what felt like hours and by the time she got out her fingers and toes were wrinkly but she was completely relaxed. Her bath had washed away all the stresses of the day. When she came out of the bathroom there was a note lying on their bed that she had not noticed before.

“Go stand in the corner completely nude and wait for me,” Seth’s note commanded.

Kathy did as she was told and instantly was turned on. She wasn’t exactly sure what he had planned but she was excited to find out. She heard footsteps come down the hall, she had not even heard Seth come home. Her mind started racing with the possibilities of what was to come. Soon she felt his strong warm hands on her hips as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

“So have you been a good girl today,” Seth teased as his hands roamed her body.

“Of course,” Kathy teasingly replied, “why would you think otherwise?”

“Well you know how we deal with good girls around here” Seth said as he took her arm and lead her to the bed.

He bent her over the bed and ordered her to spread her legs apart. He grabbed some lube from the nightstand drawer and applied some directly to her anal hole. Seth rubbed gently until he thought she was ready then inserted her favorite butt plug.

Kathy moaned in response as he got the plug all the way in. Then he quickly flipped her over on her back and was on his knees before her watching her squirm with pleasure as his tongue gently touched her clit. Then gentle licking became more forceful till in no time flat she had reached her first orgasm.

Seth helped her scoot back on the bed some as he climbed on top of her sitting on chest and inserted his dick into her waiting mouth. Nothing made Kathy more sexually excited than having Seth take control of things in the bedroom. Seth pumped himself into her mouth for awhile but stopped before reaching his climax. He climbed off of Kathy and ordered her to get up and bend back over the bed. Kathy willing complied and waited to see what was next.

“Wham!” Kathy nearly jumped off the bed has the paddle landed across her bottom. It was a pleasant surprise as it had been awhile since she had received a spanking. Blow after blow landed on her butt as it was fast becoming red.

Soon he switched to her favorite thing in the world, the belt. She loved the sting of the belt. She loved the after glow it left behind. She heard the swish behind her and moaned as it landed on her backside. The harder Seth hit the louder she moaned. After awhile he placed the belt beside her and took out the plug and replaced it with his very hard penis. Kathy let out a tiny yelp as he pushed all the way inside her but was soon floating happily in la-la land. He reached around and was playing with her dripping wet pussy as he thrust into her. He continued pumping in and out of her until he filled her with his cum. He pulled out and cleaned himself off and continued playing with Kathy until she had her final orgasm.

She collapsed on the bed and Seth climbed on beside her and held her closely. He kissed her forehead and looked down to see her sleeping peacefully; he smiled and just let her sleep. “We have plenty of time for an encore,” he whispered.

~o~

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Normal seems pretty good!

Awww… That felt good. I got to see all my family. It was so nice to have LJ and Collin and Mollie all under our roof. We got to visit, we ate way too much food, we opened Christmas presents, my sister and BIL came back to see the boys. Truly we all had a great time. And now everyone has returned to their home of choice – back to jobs that they love, refreshed from a wonderful holiday… and me? I’m back to the delightfully calm, normal and blessedly dull days I enjoy so much.

My wonderfully dull days consist of watching Good Morning America and the first twenty minutes of Kelly and Ryan. Then I get a cup of coffee and settling in my writing room with my cat curled up beside me. I turn on the fire if it’s cold and stare out the window at the little forest behind our home and let my friends – Cassie and Tom, together with Sue and Annie and Allie and Jenny and Lily and all their fellows talk to me.

My goal for the year is to write three books. There, I’ve said it out loud. I have the ideas in my head for the first two pretty clear, but not the third yet. 

When Blushing nearly rejected my last book I was crushed. It wasn’t that they didn’t like it, it was just supposed to be the beginning of a newish series. But they want to publish the books of a series very close together. I sort of understand, but not completely. Anyway, I’d like to have all three nearly done before I submit the first one. I’m hoping the first could come out near Christmas 2020. Well, that the goal as it is in my head. We shall see what this new year brings.

So, what are you looking forward to this year?

Cool Christmas gift!

We are in the middle of Christmas celebration, but I wanted to pop in to tell you about a gift the boys gave me. Some of you might want to look into it. I’m going to try it and I’ll let you know what I think. It’s called Story Worth.

As I understand it, the site sends a prompt each week – asking a single question, a prompt to start a story. I write and submit it, along with any pictures I would like to add. Then at the end of the year, we get a hard back book with all the stories and pictures in it. It’s a different kind of writing but it could be fun. If it’s as much fun as I think it could be I might be pushing some of you all to try it. All of us have stories that our families should be able to hear and save. Here are the details.

I’m off to enjoy the family. I’ll be back soon!

Fantasy Friday - Home Sweet Home

Happy New Year to everyone! I hope it's a wild exciting year in your personal life and a dull year on the news front. We could use some peace.

It's Friday again! I love today's story. I think this is the perfect way to start off the weekend. And this one is from someone we all know - finally someone who is still blogging. This wonderful story comes to us from Hermione! Enjoy...

Home Sweet Home

James and Paula loved their new house. Situated on a quiet street, it was exactly what they had been looking for. There was a large kitchen with an adjacent dining room, a family room, and rooms that would become an office and a guest bedroom. Behind the house was a huge yard that was edged with mature trees. Paula was looking forward to redecorating the living room to suit their taste.

But first they needed to replace the tattered, mismatched furniture that they had inherited from their parents and a long-departed roommate. It had been fine for the apartment but now it looked shabby and not at all in keeping with Paula's plans. It was time to go shopping.

Paula picked James up after work one rainy afternoon and the two set off to browse through a large furniture store situated in a strip mall on the edge of town. It was the dinner hour when they arrived, and that, combined with the rain, accounted for the few cars in the parking lot outside the store.

The couple walked through the large glass doors then stopped. Instead of a large open showroom, they saw signs overhead, pointing the way to appliances, bedrooms, and living room furniture. In front of them was a path of light maple laminate flooring that branched three ways. Each branch led to a warren of small rooms, each one a fully decorated room showcasing the furniture.

"I'm so excited," Paula exclaimed. "Let's follow the yellow brick road." She took James' hand and led him along the right-hand path towards the mock living rooms. They strolled past one room after another, commenting on the suitability of the contents of each, but not seeing anything they both liked. Then Paula stopped at a display done in shades of green and silver.

"I like that chair. It has an interesting shape."

"I don't know," countered James. "The arms look too low. Come here and bend over." He took Paula's arm and led her towards the arm of the chair. She looked around nervously, but James reassured her.

"No one can see us. The place is practically empty."

"Well, all right." Paula bent over one of the arms of the chair. James gave her a swat or two over her cotton skirt.

"No, that's too low," he decided.

"The arm is too hard," Paula added.

She stood up and they moved on to the next room. It featured a sofa, chair and ottoman all upholstered in a patterned burgundy fabric. Paula stroked the smooth, velvety surface of the chair.

"Mmm, soft."

"Try the back of the chair for height," instructed James.

Paula didn't hesitate this time. She bent over the softly padded back and took the swats James gave her. When he lifted her skirt and spanked harder, she squeaked, "Okay, stop, that's enough testing!"


"I need to be sure it's right for both of us. Now try the ottoman."

The ottoman was large, square, and soft, with four carved feet of dark wood. Paula giggled as she knelt in front of it and bent over.

"Look! I can hold its ankles!"

James leaned down, swatted her over her skirt, then lifted the skirt and gave her two more on her pink panties.

"I wish I'd thought to bring the cane. Oh, well, this will have to do." James pulled a metal tape measure out of his pocket, extended it, swished it through the air, then took aim, tapping it gently against Paula's bottom.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure." James muttered, then he swiftly hooked his thumb in the waistband of the panties and pulled them down around Paula's knees. "That's better. Now hold still."

Paula was about to protest when they heard footsteps and a child's voice.

"Mom, I wanna go home."

"Get up," James hissed. Paula scrambled to her feet while James moved away, grabbed a handful of fabric swatches lying on the coffee table and pretended to be very interested in them. Paula smoothed her skirt and looked nervously at the family peering through the entrance to the display room.

"No, I don't like the colour of that set," a young woman said to the man beside her. A small boy clung to the woman's hand and whined, "I'm bored. Can we go now?"

Paula realized that her panties were down around her knees. Please don't let them notice, she prayed silently.

"Let's just take a quick look at the rest of the rooms, then we'll go get something to eat," the man told his son. The trio moved on.

Paula tugged her panties up and exhaled. "That was close. Maybe we shouldn't..." But James was already back to business.

"Now we have to check the sofa for length." He sat down and patted his knee. Paula knew that signal. She obediently draped herself across his knees and settled herself along the length of the sofa. James lifted her skirt once more.

"Not on the bare, please! Someone else might see."

"Don't worry." James pulled her panties upward toward her waist, exposing her cheeks as he stretched the fabric. He spanked her slowly.

"This feels pretty good. What do you think, hon?"

"It hurts! Oh, you mean the couch. Yes, it's very comfor...OUCH!"

Paula heard the sound of more footsteps on the hard floor just in time.

"James, stop." Paula slithered off his lap and managed to pull herself upright mere seconds before a tall middle-aged man appeared and approached them.

"Hi folks. How're you making out?"

"Oh, fine," replied James. Paula smiled; she felt dizzy and didn't trust her voice.

"This is one of our most popular models. Have you tried it yet, Miss?"

"Come on, Paula, have a seat," James suggested with an evil grin.

"N-no, I'm fine. It's very nice," stammered Paula.

The salesman pointed out the two large pillows that were propped up at either end of the couch.

"These pillows are included free of charge in your choice of colour. The fabric swatches are here somewhere..."

James looked at his wife and grinned "Those would be just right for..."

"Casual seating on the floor," Paula cut him off.

"These items are all in our warehouse, and we can have them delivered in two days. We'll also pick up your old furniture and take it to Goodwill. No extra charge."

Paula and James exchanged glances. Paula nodded and James said, "Yes, I guess we've decided on this set."

"An excellent choice! I'll phone the warehouse then we can take care of the financial details. Follow me, please" and the salesman headed out of the room and down the yellow brick road.

James put his arm around Paula's waist, patted her bottom and whispered in her ear, "I hope you aren't too sore, sweetie. We need to say goodbye to all the old furniture before it goes."

Paula groaned.

~o~

Another big thank you to Hermione! And a quick invite here - anyone out there that would like to try their hand at writing can send their story in to Fantasy Friday and let the rest of us enjoy the fruits of your labor.  Send any stories in to elisspeaks@yahoo.com