TTWD drifting ... TTWD recovered, maybe

All went well yesterday. There were no blockages and I was home by 11:00. I'm sore but that's about the worst of it. I have a great excuse not to exercise. But in long run that might not be so good. Read on...

Nick and I are trying to bring TTWD back to life in our home. You can check back on last weeks posts to see what we said so far. Nick and I continued our conversation. It was time to get down to details.

Here's what Nick had to say:

First, I want to hang on to anything that provides or promotes mutual closeness and excitement.  The problem is I don’t best know how to accomplish this objective. Perhaps we can explore possibilities.

On issues of importance, there is health, ranking right up there. I feel that any healthy weight loss would be desirable, and should result from proper diet and activity. With that in mind, I feel that any month without a weight loss will provoke a consequence. This takes minor weekly fluctuations and weak excuses out of the picture.  Not extremely demanding and should not put your butt in jeopardy.

Another possibility would require a lot of responsibility and honesty on your part.  It would require you to establish your own reasonable standards for your activity, and importantly to evaluate and report on those weekly achievements. For example, in an end of week email you would state “due to a busy week I was unable to meet my weekly activity goals” or “for some reason I just could not get motivated to exercise this week”.  These reports would then trigger a response from me.  We can discuss whether a weekly check-in should be mandatory or as needed, again this places a lot of responsibility on you.

Although no specific rules should need to be written, I feel you should be accountable for a general level of competence for household appearance. If there are four pair of shoes and socks in the living room, if the kitchen sink hasn’t been cleaned for a couple of days, if the main bath doesn’t get cleaned, then a quick reminder might be justified.

Spankings will sometimes be pre-announced and sometimes spontaneous. They may sometimes seem to be unwarranted. While consequences and follow-up sex would not always go hand in hand be forewarned that paddling your butt tends to turn me on.

Obviously the above represents an experiment. It of course would require some further defining and refinement. It will probably require some open-mindedness and patience.  You game?

Was I game? I remember passing notes in elementary school, like:

Do you like me, circle one: 

     yes  no  maybe

In truth I wanted to circle all three. But here is my answer to him:

I like what you’ve said here. It all seems reasonable and I agree. 

Sadly I view the, ‘be honest’ as harder than the weight loss.  I'm very used to being quiet, withholding you might say, more than out and out lying. I've always worried that telling on myself was a way to try to push you to do something. I don't know.  It's always seemed easier to stay quiet or let you assume something that isn't quite true. But I promise to work on this. I know it's a bad habit, but it's quite ingrained. It may take practice.

Thanks for bringing all this up. I think we deserve to give it another shot.

He responded with one last text:

Since you recorded ____ as your weight for last week in Feb. you will need to beat that for last post in March to stay out of trouble.

Good luck.

(Look, I’ve shared about my life, the fact that my husband spanks me, I’ve discussed our sex life out here and hundreds of other personal things. I am NOT going to share with you my exact weight – we have to draw the line somewhere!)

Very IMPORTANT - please read

I have more to post about Nick and me working on our TTWD relationship. I’ll have that up on Wednesday. But I wanted to do this post first.

It’s getting a bit crazy when we look around the world right now. And heaven knows I can’t do anything to fix what’s happening – except wash my hands and I promise I’m doing that. Seriously though, folks are worried and scared and I want to help in the teeny-tiny way that I can. 

So that’s what I’m going to do. I going to post as often as I can about ordinary stuff. I’m not going to ignore the fact that there is a health scare going on. But I don’t plan to belabor the point. I’m not going to give my political opinions (boy, do I have opinions at this time. But this is not the place to express them.) I’m trying to make this ordinary and normal. Maybe a little boring, I’m going to be posting about this and that like I always do. A little about spanking, a little about my kids, pleas for others to try a Fantasy Friday story. 

I hope you’ll all think of this as a safe place that you can gather with your friends. I’m hoping others out here will try to post more often too. We don’t have as large a group as we used to but there are still lots of folks around Bonnie, Hermione, Ronnie, Terpsichore, Windy, Morning Star, Storm, Sunny (not around as often as I’d like, but still around), – and probably more that I’m not thinking of. 

Come by and read, visit with us, relax for a few minutes. Be brave and leave a comment. I promise I’ll reply, maybe that day maybe a day or so later, but keep checking. We need a spot to just sit around and be together over a virtual cup of coffee, or glass of wine, your choice. 

This is a place where we’re in no danger – of a virus or of being judged for having a slightly different fantasy life than the norm. If you don’t blog feel free to tell us what you’re doing in comment, tell us a funny story, be sarcastic – in other words, just visit. And everyone feel free to reply to the comments of others. We used to do that all the time and it was how many of us made friends. If you would rather email it’s elisspeak@yahoo.com

 And on another quick note. I flunked my stress test last week. I’ll be going in for a heart catherization in the morning. Hopefully I’ll only be there about four hours, but it could possibly be over night. So… I have a post to go up on Wednesday and I might be a little late on answering my comments. But I’ll be back at it soon.

Training Lisa, part II

* Come by the Reading Room today, if you get the chance. Cassie is being herself!

And we're back for another Friday. And if you liked last week's story you'll be happy to know that Florida Dom continued his story. If you didn't read part one last Friday, you can find it here! For today, please enjoy...

Training Lisa, part ll

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick Tock.
Lisa was waiting patiently for the hour to end so she could email Sir tell him that she was ready to go where he wanted to take her. She was now his. She had just experienced the most wonderful night of her life and she knew she wanted more of that. But Sir had told her that she had to wait at least an hour before telling him, "I will obey, Sir.'' Not that she needed to wait that long.

Even though she hadn't even see him yet because he kept her blindfolded during their first session, she knew he had unlocked something deep inside her that she had been trying to get out all these years. Ever since she was a teen-ager. But she never knew there was a man who could unlock those desires and let them out. She knew that even though she was dominant in the board room, she always wanted to be submissive in the bedroom and she had finally found the man of her dreams to take control of the rest of her life. She was ready to give herself to him and start an exciting journey. She tingled just thinking about it. She wanted him to be the HOH and she wanted to live a DD lifestyle

When Sir gave her that first spanking, she knew it wasn't a hard one because he only used his hand and he warned her that this was just a warmup and that if she wanted more sessions, she would feel searing pain from the welts that would make it difficult for her to sit down. But the spanking had sent a jolt right to her pussy. She knew she became wet immediately. And she wanted more even when he stopped.

And she could live with the fact he denied her an orgasm because he said she had to learn that it was not about her pleasure, it was about his pleasure. He was not one of those slam bam men who was content to finish before she was even warmed up. He knew how a lot of foreplay could leave a woman begging for more. He played with her body as if she were a rare violin. He kept sucking her nipples until they were sore. He ran his hand down her body, slowly running his hand in circles and he slowly ran his tongue up and down her slit until she almost couldn't bear it because she was almost desperate for a release. But part of Sir's training was to make her wait for pleasure on his timetable.

Each time he saw her getting close to orgasm he would stop and ask her how she was feeling. She almost couldn't answer. She would just moan and ask for more, beg for more, please, please, please. But he would just run circles around her tummy with his hand until she calmed down. Then he would start again, running his fingers over her clit and that would bring her back to the brink And then he'd stop again. Then he'd start again and pushed one, two and then three fingers into her slit and massaged her G spot and she thought she was going over the top. But then he quickly pulled out again and she was left gasping. The next time, she tried to disguise the fact that she was close, hoping she could slip over the top before he realized how close she was to an orgasm.. But he was too good at judging the signs that a woman was close to release and he kept teasing her. And all the time he made her keep her arms clasped behind her head so she couldn't touch him or herself. He would do all the touching. He was in charge. He was running the show. He told her he could tie her down, but if she kept her hands behind her head, he wouldn't need to. And he deliberately didn't want her to enjoy an orgasm or have sex on their first meeting. He wanted her to looking forward to more the next time. The way to train a woman was to show her that her pleasure depended on him.

She kept remembering and savoring every detail of the unforgettable evening like when she could hear him leave the room but she could see nothing behind her blindfold and he had told her not to speak unless she was asked a question so she waited in suspense. He quickly returned and she felt something being sprayed on her nipples and her freshly shaved pussy. It felt cold, but she didn't know what it was. It was whipped cream and he worked her back into a frenzy as he slowly licked it off. But again, he stopped when she was just at the brink. By this time she was exhausted and sweaty and he figured she had had enough. So it was time for him to enjoy his pleasure. He came between her tits and then rubbed his cum all over her chest and scooped up a bit of it and let him lick it off her fingers. This was her first taste of his cum, but it was a taste she was to become as familiar with as her orange juice in the morning.

As she came down off her high and gave up begging for a release because she knew she wasn't going to get one, he stayed long enough to tell her how much he had enjoyed the session and she showed the potential to be the woman he was looking for. He wanted a smart woman he could relate to. He liked the fact that she was a success in the business world. But he wanted a woman who would obey, a woman who, if she came on this journey with him, would always defer to him and his wishes. There would be no safe words. She would accept whatever he decided she needed. He might push her past what she thoughts her limits were, but he would always know what her real limits were. If at any time, if she decided she couldn't take it, she could say no and the relationship would be over. She had to have him on his terms or not at all.

She wanted to tell him she would accept his terms, but he had told her she couldn't talk unless she was asked a question. So she just listened and thought about how lucky she was. And he told her she couldn't say yes right now. She had to wait at least an hour to email him. He didn't want a rash decision while she was still on a high. He would give her up to a week to make a decision, but she had to wait at least an hour. He then prepared to leave and told her she had to stay on the bed for another 15 minutes until he rang her cell phone number. She could then get up and take off her blindfold. And before he left, he wanted to leave her something to remember him by. She could feel something on her tummy as if he were writing something on her. She wouldn't find out what it said until he left.

As she lay there waiting for the cell phone to ring, she knew she had never felt this way in her life. She was almost in a trance. She had never had an experience like this one. She felt like she had been given a drug and she wanted more. A lot more. Finally, the cell phone rang and she took off her blindfold and her legs were weak as she slowly got out of bed. She looked in the mirror and saw that he had written "Sir's Slut'' on her tummy. She was proud of that. And she saw the bite marks on her tits. They were like badges of honor to her. And there was even a bite mark on her neck. She hadn't had a hickey since she was in high school. She knew she was going to have to wear a scarf to work tomorrow.. And she saw the hair under her armpits, the only hair on her body below her eyebrows now that he had shaved her pussy. It was Sir's mark on her and she accepted it although she figured if would be awkward when she went to the beach in the summer.

After she had a cold shower, she dried off but was careful not to touch her pussy with her hand. Only with the towel. He was clear that she was not to touch herself without his permission, much less have an orgasm. After putting on her bathrobe, she went to the computer to do some surfing and wait for the hour to be over. Her right hand kept wandering inside her bathrobe because she wanted to touch her smooth, freshly shaved pussy and her wet slit, but she'd always catch herself just in time. She didn't want to disobey him.

As soon as the hour was up, she went a four word message, "I will obey, Sir.''

He wasn't surprised that she was so quick to send the message. He could tell she was a natural submissive, but she still needed to be trained. It would be an adjustment for her to switch back and forth between the board room and the bedroom. He didn't want to mix the two worlds. Oh, he would make her wear thongs to work to get used to having her cheeks bare at all times, but she could still be a dominant in the office. Many people who don't understand the DD dynamic don't realize that a woman can be a feminist and a submissive at the same time.

He then reminded her what he had told her in the bedroom that she must obey all the rules he set down and submit to his wishes and that she understood that they wouldn't interfere with her work in the boardroom. When she came home at night, all the rules would be suspended if she had any work to bring home. Or if she got any work-related calls. The rest of the time in her condo was his time. He asked her if she understand and she wrote back, "Yes!''

"Yes, what?'' he responded.

"Yes, Sir,'' she was quick to replay.

He warned her not to forget to use Sir in the future again or there would be consequences, but he would let it pass the first time because he hadn't stressed it. He then asked her if she was sitting on her bare butt on the sandpaper on the computer chair the way he had ordered her to.

She quickly realized her mistake. She was in such a state of euphoria that she had forgotten. She had plopped down on her computer chair in her bathrobe and forgot to sit on the sandpaper with her bare butt. She hesitated because she hated to tell Sir that she had not obeyed him. She knew that Sir wouldn't be happy.

"I'm waiting for an answer,'' he replied before she had a chance to tell him about her mistake.

She figured there was nothing to do but take her medicine and she told him that she was awfully sorry that she had simply forgotten but that it wouldn't happen again.

He was not amused. He figured it was time for her first lecture. He told her this wasn't a game. Submitting to him was going to be part of her life if she was to be a part of his life and she had to learn that she had to pay more attention to the rules. He wasn't going to tolerate her being careless because he was going to put more rules in place in the future. This was just the beginning. She had to pay attention and obey. Forgetting a rule wasn't an option. And he couldn't let this pass. There had to be a punishment to send her a message that he was serious about this. She would enjoy a lot of pleasure being with him, but she would learn that she was strict. Did she understand that?

"Yes, sir,'' she typed. She knew there was no point in making excuses. She had failed him and she deserved to be punished. She understood that. He told her he was now postponing the first date they were going to have in public in the next few days. First, she was to suffer her first punishment session. And she obviously still was not ready to see him. She wound be blindfolded during the entire session. He would pick her up and she would be waiting just inside the door blindfolded. He would take her by the arm and lead her to his car to take her to his place for the punishment session because he had many more implements there. This would be a major test for her to see if she was ready to continue their relationship after a punishment session. He was sure that she would be. He figured she was hooked after the sensuous play he had treated her to earlier in the evening. He told her that he would check his calendar to decide when the punishment session would be.

But first, she learned, there was going to be immediate punishment. She would punish herself. He told her to get a hairbrush and a ruler. She would bend over and deliver five blows to each cheek butt with the hairbrush as hard as she could swing. And then she was to add five swats to her pussy with the ruler. She was stunned by how harsh he was being and she wanted to beg for some mercy, but then she thought the better of it. She knew he was strict and there was
no point in begging.

She simply typed, "Yes, Sir,'' and went to get the hairbrush and the ruler.

She took a deep breath before she started. He told her to email a picture of her butt after she punished herself. He wanted to see some marks. She decided she would deliver all five on her right cheek as fast as she could to get it over quickly. But the first one stunned her. She didn't know how much a hairbrush could hurt. And this was punishment. There were no endorphins. It just hurt. But she had the satisfaction of knowing she was pleasing him. That's the only way she could stand the next four. And then she delivered the five to her to her other cheek. The pain seared her, but when she looked in the mirror, she could see marks. He would be happy. That's all that counted. She would endure the punishment for him.

But she still had to deliver the five to her tender pussy. She almost doubled over in pain as she delivered the blows but she again knew he would be pleased. That's the only way she could stand it. She had tears in her eyes when she went to the computer to send him the picture and tell her she had obeyed.

He was pleased. He knew that she had passed another test and this was a woman who could be trained to meet his desires. He told her to go to bed now but to remember not to touch herself. He even told her to tie her right wrist to the headboard of her bed so it didn't wander between her legs. She again did as she was told, but it took her a long time to fall asleep because she was so wet between her legs and desperately wanted a release. But she knew that she had to obey. She had to serve him.

And then she wondered what his punishment session would be like and how severe it would be.

As she drifted off to sleep, she knew she was just beginning a journey that she had been waiting for all of her life.

~o~

Florida Dom I have to thank you for this story and for pushing all my buttons! I hope everyone that enjoyed this story. There is a twist in next week's story. So I hope you'll come back for that. If you're writing, please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Trying again, I think - part two

Many might think emailing is a strange way for a married couple living alone to communicate, but it works for us. We each have time to think about what the other has said and give thought to our answers. Something I can't always do in a face to face, or even a hand to butt, conversation. You can check back here to the beginning of our exchange. 

Nick said:

I appreciate Liz’s arbitration and your acceptance that regardless of your assumptions you were amiss in acting without discussion. More on that later.

I think we agree that I’m not going to be looking over your shoulder and keeping up with your every move and telling you what to do.

I would prefer that you could view things with less of an all or nothing mentality.

I think we can still find ways to incorporate consequences but the challenges exist.

How can we have rules that are meaningful but are neither too difficult to achieve or too easy.  Can we create a situation where you are responsible for self-reporting in a way that gives me a hint.  For example “I didn’t meet my exercise objectives this week”.  Rereading the Corbin’s Bend story reminds me of the difficulty in matching my actions to your expectations. 

(I had asked him to re-read Returning to Us, my Corbin's Bend book to help him better understand what I have often thought and to show him what I thought he was thinking/feeling.)

(This next part hurt me to read it, but it was true.)

Although I have frequently heard directly or indirectly how I have failed in our attempts, I don’t feel like I received enough guidance or positive reinforcement when I was on the right track. I realize that is difficult without “topping from the bottom”.  A situation where Liz could have been more helpful, perhaps.

With all that you have written to me or in your blog over the years have you ever considered how much was based on your needs and desires versus how things could be better for me?

All of this said, it leaves a lot of room for more discussion (communication).

Back to the original issues. Tell your Butt to buck up. 

I await your thoughts.

I answered myself this time rather than going through Liz.

My thoughts aren’t earthshattering, but I’m trying to view things differently. I spent the first forty-nine years of life with some degree of fantasy about TTWD. It all lived in my head and I was content. Then I got the courage to come out and for the next dozen years we played around with it – sometimes doing well, sometimes not so much. This last couple of years really we haven’t done much and I went back to living in my head. That’s comfortable for me.

Your willingness/desire to bring it back up intrigues me. I’m certainly willing to give it another go. And you are definitely right that I concentrated on my needs rather than yours. I guess what I’m trying to say now is that now this is now your ball game to direct. Maybe that’s what my tentative submission should have been doing all along. 

I have no desire to direct, coerce, manage, expect, lead, beg, force, pressure, explain, demand or plead. I think we live happier when we practice TTWD, but if it’s not part of my real life I can still find it in my imagination and we can go back to being a regular vanilla couple.

Please don’t take this as, “Do what you want! I don’t care.” I’m not saying that at all. I will do my best an enthusiastic participant. But I’m taking your lead, and trying not to have expectations. I’ve had my say through thirteen plus years of blogging. It’s certainly time for yours.

How do you see this going? I’ll answer questions and discuss things if you’d like. If you suggestion things I really don’t think I can live with,  I let you know. But whatever happens, happens. Whether you choose to do weekly maintenance or spanking only comes up every couple of months, whether it’s a few pop on the butt in the kitchen or you have me begging for mercy in the bedroom – it’s up to you. I have no specific expectation.

I think the boat has sailed as far as submission goes. I thought that was what I wanted for a long time, but I can’t recapture the feeling. I am willing to listen to my husband and try to honor as many of his requests as I can. I'm willing to accept the  consequences when I don't. I don’t really know what’s on the table right now as far as what you’d like me to do or not do. I guess you’ll tell me when you share your thoughts. Please be as specific as you can be.

Today was good. I appreciated the time for reflection and contemplation.

Love you

I'll share the last of this particular conversation soon. Probably Monday. 

Trying again, I think.

I really appreciate the comments I got from the ‘Are there any Spankos out here?’ There are still those working on TTWD and we all seem to be able to acknowledge that it ain’t always easy! I had put it away. No, I didn’t ask Nick. I assumed I’d already gotten that answer by the fact it was no longer in our lives. But then he emailed. You know we communicate that way better than any other.

Sometimes Nick writes to my alter-ego, Liz. He ask her questions about me and sometimes it’s easier for her to just tell it like it is. (Okay, maybe it’s weird, but it works for us. With his permission I’m posting some of our exchanges.) He said...

Liz,

Once again I need your assistance. Consider the situation as I see it and consider weighing in as an arbitrator.

My lovely wife made changes without discussing things in advance or expressing her feelings in any way. She did so while making assumptions about my feelings. Simply put these could be seen as spanking offenses.

PK, on the other hand, would make a strong case that she assumed our agreements weren't currently active.

Perhaps as an unbiased arbitrator you could weigh in the best interest of all parties.

Liz answered him...

Nick,

Personally I think your wife watches ‘Friends’ too much, when I first asked her about this, all she did was yell, “WE WERE ON A BREAK!” She admits she came to this belief without actually talking to you or asking anything about what you were thinking. On the other hand, for months and months you gave no indication by word or deed that you were not on a break. So neither of you is blameless in the situation you now find yourselves.

Your wife is scared. She’s scared to give up the comfort she’s found in walling herself off from all feelings of TTWD. And she’s also scared to say no, and give up the hopes and dreams that are a part of her.

As an arbitrator, I’m trying to see both sides. I think you would love for her to give up the push for a ‘lifestyle’ and just enjoy the fun, sexy, playful side of TTWD. She could pretend this for a while. But it would be a lie, a game she would quickly tire of. If there is no realism for her, the game eventually becomes annoying. Yet she is not looking for heavy rigid rules, especially ones that neither of you really care about.

What I could finally get her to tell me was this: she’s changing her ‘no’ about TTWD to a maybe. She’s willing to explore again, tentatively. But I don’t think she plans on directing. She tried that for a dozen years and it didn’t work. If you want to give her some strong suggestions with the idea you might spanking her if she doesn’t go along, then for pity sake chose something you feel serious about. I think she’s willing to accept your thoughts on penalties for not discussing all this beforehand. 

*One note – I heard from her butt, her lily white, returned to a virgin vanilla state and wants to stay that way, butt. It said, and I quote, “Leave me the hell out of this! I didn’t agree to one damn thing. Can’t you just yell at her like other husbands do? I shouldn’t have to pay the price! This isn’t fair!”

I told her butt to shut-up and take one for the team.

That’s how it started. More later…

Fantasy Friday Revival - Training Lisa

* If you're out cruising blogland, please stop by the Reading Room today for a short snippet from Cassie's Tale.

Welcome to Fantasy Friday! Today's story comes from a lovely gentleman, Florida Dom. You can find him on his blog - he seldom post these days, but he is quite a guy. This was his first attempt at a spanking story and I think he did a great job.

Training Lisa

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As Lisa impatiently tapped her pen on the polished wooden conference table in the quiet board room, the sound crackled in the room and all the men in the room knew what it meant. Lisa was the only woman in the room, but she was calling the shots. She was only 30 years old, but she was on the fast track, running a division for a Fortune 500 company. She had an Ivy League MBA and she was ambitious and eager to climb the corporate ladder.

With her long blond hair and her tailored suits, the tall woman was an imposing figure in the board room both physically and mentally. She had a great figure, but the men in the board room were too intimidated to pay much attention to that. She didn't use her sex to get ahead. She was usually the smartest person in the room and she didn't suffer fools gladly.

When she tapped her pen, it was a sign that she didn't like the presentation she had just heard. She told the man who had just finished the presentation that she hoped he'd do better next time. Roger knew he'd be called into her office after the meeting and it wouldn't be pleasant.

Lisa knew she had to be tough with her subordinates to prove she could handle the job just like a man. She knew they often used the b-word behind her back and even called her the Cobra. That didn't bother her. She wasn't looking for their approval. She was looking for results. She wanted to keep moving up the corporate ladder and shatter the glass ceiling and was willing to pay any price to do it.

But one price was getting increasing difficult to pay.

When she shut the door of her luxury condo each night after a long day at the office, she felt unfulfilled. She knew she liked to be in command in the board room, but that wasn't what she wanted in the bedroom. It had taken her a long time to accept the fact that she wanted to be submissive in the bedroom, that she wanted to submit to a strong man who was an HOH and live a DD lifestyle.

She first started having fantasies about being spanked and being submissive when she was a teen-ager. She first tried to bury her feelings and then she started using her trusty vibrator to get off while savoring these fantasies. But trying to live them out in real life was no easy feat. She did some casual dating in college and fucked a few guys, but she never found the kind of strong man who could take control of her. And once she started out in the corporate world, she had little time and the pool of men who were available was shrinking rapidly. She couldn't date any of her subordinates and she didn't have many peers.

Lisa tried to find men online and even met a couple and while they were willing to spank her, it was just a game to them to get sex. They weren't serious about it and left her more unfulfilled and eager to get back to her vibrator.

She was about ready to give up until one night she read a want ad that seemed to be too good to be true. It said that he was an executive looking for a woman who was a tiger in the corporate world, but a lamb in the bedroom, who was dominant outside the bedroom and submissive in it, who was looking for a HOH who would teach her the DD lifestyle. The woman he wanted would be ready to obey and submit to spankings when the HOH deemed them necessary.

She could feel herself tingle as she read the message. One of her hands instinctively started to reach inside her pants until she realized she needed both hands to type and she knew she was going to respond to this message. Her hands started to fly on the keyboard as she quickly provided a profile of herself that the man who posted the ad had required. She told him how successful she was in the board room, but was looking for the right man who knew how to tame her and spank her. And then she hesitated before she hit the send button. She wondered if this was all a fantasy for her or whether he was the right one and whether she was ready for it. But she decided she had to find out. She exhaled and hit the send button. And waited. And waited. There was no response. She was frustrated and she started to go through some work documents, but kept going back to her email. Finally, after a couple of hours, there was response. She quickly opened it up and it only said that her application had been received and an answer would be forthcoming in a day or two.

Application? That sounded kind of cold, but she figured she'd have to be patient. What she didn't know that the man who wrote the email was a CEO of his own company, just the kind of person Lisa was looking for. And Lisa was the type of person he was looking for. He had met a few women who liked to be spanked, but you can't spend all your time in the bedroom and he hadn't found an intellectual equal. Lisa looked like the kind of woman he was looking for. But he also knew the way to control a submissive was not to act too eager. To make her wait and let the anticipation build.

Lisa didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was excited about the possibilities and had she had trouble sleeping that night. Even her vibrator couldn't satisfy her. And she had a long day at work the next day. She was distracted and had to force herself to keep focused on her work. All she could think about was getting home and checking her home email account. But when she finally got home and raced to her computer to turn it on, she was disappointed. There was no reply. That meant another long night at home as she again had trouble keeping her mind off him and kept checking her email every 15 minutes. She tried watching TV but couldn't concentrate and went to bed. She was tired but again, she tossed and turned and didn't find much relief in her vibrator.

She had another long day at work as she fought to concentrate and she raced home and again turned on her computer. Again, there was only frustration. There was no response. So she spent another evening checking her email every 15 minutes even though she kept telling herself to stop doing it. Finally, about 10 p.m. came the response. She was thrilled with it. He said that they seemed to have enough in common to start a relationship. But first she would have to prove she was serious by following his rules. If she wanted to give it a try, she only had to send a four word reply - I will obey, Sir. Again, she quickly typed it out and then hesitated before she hit the send but button. She knew this was another step forward to what she wasn't sure, but she wanted to take that step. She felt another tingle when she took that step. He quickly replied that
she would get her first set of rules tomorrow night. Again, she was disappointed that he didn't tell her immediately, but she got explosive relief from her vibrator and she slept soundly. She knew she was about to get a taste of what she had wanted all those years.

She again had trouble concentrating at work and was eager to get home and find out what her first set of rules were to follow. But when she got home, she was again disappointed. He hadn't sent them. She didn't know that making her wait was a part of his gaining the control in the relationship. Finally, about 10 p.m., she got her first three rules. She wasn't allowed to touch herself or orgasm unless she text him and asked permission and if it was denied, she was to obey. He was now in charge of her pleasure. She also was only allowed to shave her legs. She couldn't shave under her arms and couldn't shave her bottom. He would now be in charge of shaving her bottom and her unshaved arms were his mark on her, a sign of her submission. And third, she had to put a piece of sandpaper on her computer chair and sit on it with a bare butt when she was on the computer. This was the first step in toughening her butt for the spankings to come.

She was thrilled that she now had rules to follow. She knew it would be difficult to have to ask permission to use her vibrator but figured that was the price she had to pay for what she wanted. And she could live with not shaving. She only trimmed her bottom to wear bikinis and if he didn't want her to shave under her arms, she figured it would be a constant reminder that he was in charge. In fact, each day before she got in the shower and saw the hair start to grow, it was a turn on for her knowing she was doing it for Him. And while the sandpaper on her butt was uncomfortable, it was another thing he was doing for Him.

Meanwhile, he continued to take it slow. He wanted her to be eager for him. He would usually allow her permission to orgasm, but kept her off balance by denying it at times. Those were long nights for her because she was so needy, but it was another thing she was doing for Him. He traded emails with her for about a week before he allowed her to talk to him on the phone for the first time. That was a thrill for her because he had such a commanding voice. And he rewarded her with a shattering orgasm at the end of each call, which made her more eager for the next one.

Finally, he was ready for the next step - their first meeting and her first spanking. But he said there would be guidelines. He said he would come to her condo and that she would be blindfolded the whole time. He said some women found the fantasy of spanking better than the real thing. After she had one and if she decided she wanted to continue, she would see him on their second visit which would include going out to dinner. He said she could make as many safe calls as she wanted during the session to assure her safety but those were the ground rules. She had gone too far to back out now. She quickly agreed. He told her she would wear a blouse and skirt but no panties or bra. When he knocked on the door and she recognized his voice, she would unlock the door and go to the dining room chair where she would have left out wine, cheese and crackers. She would then lift her skirt up and place her bare bottom on a piece of sandpaper, put on her blindfold and wait for him.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and went to her dining room where she waited. She recognized his voice and quickly fell into an animated conversation. He fed her wine and some cheese and crackers but all she could think of was what was to come - her first spanking. Again, he didn't rush things. After about an hour, he quietly asked her, "Are you ready.'' She quickly answered,” Yes, Sir.''

He got up and grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet and walked her to the sofa. He sat on downs and then pulled her over his knees. He flipped up her skirt and didn't have to worry about her panties because she obeyed and didn't wear them. Her butt was perfect for spanking, nice and round. But he again made her wait as he slowly rubbed her bottom while she almost started to pant because she was so excited about getting her first spanking. When he whacked her for the first time, it almost took her breath away. It felt so good and she had waited so long for it. And then as he started increasing the blows, she felt the pain, but she loved it. And he didn't hit her too hard because it was her first one. He wanted her to get used to the sensation. Finally, as her butt started to get pink, he stopped and she exhaled. He then rubbed her as she savored it.

He then got her up and walked her to the bedroom and laid her down on her back and told her to hold her hands together behind her head. It was time for her first shaving by a man. He put a towel under her and first used a scissors to clip most of her hair and then spread on the shaving cream and started slowly shaving her. She loved the sensation as he moved the razor up and down and she knew she was becoming very smooth and yummy. After he finished, he rubbed a warm towel over her and she felt completely smooth for the first time. After fingering her, he went down on her with his tongue. She kept lifting up her butt trying to get him to go deeper but he'd only retreat until she calmed down and then he'd do it again. He then told her there was going to be no sex tonight. He was just giving her a taste this first time. If she wanted to continue, she'd have to tell him she wanted there to be a next time. She exclaimed, "Yes, yes, please,'' but he said this wasn't to be decided in a moment of passion. She was to stay on the bed for 15 minutes until after he left. And then she had to wait for another hour before she messaged him. If she wanted a next time, she would message him once again, "I will obey, Sir.''

He then left her panting on the bed and told her that she was not allowed her to bring herself to orgasm after she gave him her answer. He then quietly left and locked the door behind him. She heard the click but still didn't know what he looked like. After about 15 minutes, she took off the blindfold and took a cold shower to calm down. And then she had to wait for an hour to send her
answer.

She didn't have to wait that long to decide on her answer. She knew what it was going to be. She knew her fingers would be typing, "I will obey, Sir.''

~o~

FD you did a great job. I hope you and your lady are still doing well! If anyone else is interested in sharing a Fantasy Friday story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Are there Spankos out here?

Just a quick up date. Mollie seems to have done fine with her root canal. As usual, paying was the most painful. But what can you do? The cardiologist is doing some test next week, but nothing on the EKG alarmed him, so we’ll see what they show. 

I enjoyed my lunch with the pastor. We talked about many things. She seemed very interested in what I had to say about reincarnation and asked questions. I pointed out several places in the Bible that seem to refer to the concept. I think I honestly gave her something to think about.

Now the next subject – TTWD.  We haven’t been active in TTWD for a long, long time. A little slap and tickle one and a while, but nothing really. Nick has brought it up again. My head is asking, ‘do I really want to even try again?’ My heart says, ‘You’re a spanko, how can you not try again if he wants to?’

I know TTWD is easier when I feel I have support out here – having other women in my situation who are willing to talk and share their experiences with me, as well as listen to what I want to share, is important. Those willing to voice that support has definitely dwindled out here. I appreciate all of you who do still participate. If you read here and are in a spanking relationship and you’re willing to give and receive support I’d welcome your comments. Think about it.

Dentist, Cardiologist and reincarnation

I like my slow, lazy restful days. Get up when I wake up, get my breakfast and watch GMA while I check Facebook and my emails. Then I head to my writing room to work on the book. Next week, however, I’m busy.

Early this morning I have to be at Mollie’s  to drive her to her dentist app. She had a horrible tooth ache about a month ago. She began by telling me she was going to ignore it cause she did have time to get to the dentist. I tried to explain that tooth aches didn’t work that way. She soon came to believe me. She took a half day off to see her dentist and find out she had an abscess. He gave her antibiotics but she was still in such pain (he gave her nothing for the pain) that she took the next day off. That was her first sick day in her five year teaching career. Eventually the antibiotics kicked in and she was fine, but she’ll have a root canal tomorrow. This dentist is about an hour away and I’m going along just in case she doesn’t feel like driving back. I’ve got the time and freedom, so why not.

Tuesday I have my appointment with the cardiologist. When I saw my doctor she said that even though I’m having no real problems, that was definitely her suggestion. She asked me which one I’d like to see – like I’ve ever met a cardiologist. I told her I’d like to see the one she would go to if this were happening to her. Her answer was ‘Dr. L for sure!’ I’ve never heard of him but fine. Since then I’ve mentioned it to a few people who had dealt with cardiologist  and I’ve gotten the same response from each, “Oh, I love Dr. L!” Good enough for me.

Wednesday I’m having lunch with my pastor. She texted me the other day saying she needed help on her homework and asking me for five to six words to describe my experience at our church – I’ve been going there all my life. I sent her back – safe, accepted, acknowledged, heard and loved. She asked me to tell her what I really meant by acknowledged. I gave her two examples one was moving from a child at the church to eventually becoming a member of the church council at a fairly young age. My Dad and those his age were still on it, but they acknowledged my ‘coming of age’ and gave me and my thought the same respect as those of my elders. 

My second example was that when I spoke of reincarnation in my Sunday School class, while no one else agreed with me, they acknowledged the possibility as I quoted scripture to support my beliefs.

The pastor was extremely intrigued and said, ‘I’d love to talk to you about those beliefs.’ I told her anytime! And she came back with how about Wednesday at lunch? So I’m excited to talk to someone who wants to hear what I have to say.

So this is how I’m spending my week. I’ll let you know if the doctor has anything interesting to say.