Fantasy Friday Revival - Baby Boomers Switchin' in Up

If you get the chance, please come by the Reading Room today. Cassie gets her ass grabbed by someone other than Tom! 

Welcome to another Fantasy Friday. I'm just trying to provide a little escapism in your day. This is another story from Kaylynn. She wrote a lot for us back in 2009, so I know the stories will be fresh and new for many of you. Stay safe and enjoy...

Baby Boomers Switchin' it Up

The cabins were to be renovated before the spring. It was fall. Laid off after years of working hard at a financially high paced career John took the woodworking job to get back to basics. Their youngest had left for college this fall. Her college had been paid off over ten years ago. They needed to downsize any way. Their family home needed some new blood and they barely managed to sell it in the face of the current economy. Marian knew intellectually how necessary the changes had become. She just wanted to spend at least one more season in their home. And she would prepare herself. John’s being laid off was more than she could take. She’d done well by him and the kids. She felt she deserved some Marian time in her house. It was never to be. Conversely she’d become trapped while he had been freed. For endless weeks they were lost to each other. At least she was lost to him.

John had decided to take a job as a cabinet maker at an upscale resort in the mountains near the capitol. Marian was embarrassed about being scared. Truth was she feared change, always had. And currently there was no dealing with her most times on any levels. John suggested she get some counseling before they left, just to talk about her empty nest, his job status change and her obvious seemingly insurmountable anger or her maddening numbed out mode. John wondered what the hell he was thinking putting the two of them together in a two bedroom cabin alone for months on end. He remained hopeful that she’d get a grip on herself. His energy level improved each day he awoke without the cares of the investment firm. He finally had clarity in his life and vowed to have hope and energy for the two of them.

Marian had made the mistake of entering into a dd lifestyle with her husband two years ago at her suggestion. She saw this as a mistake now because she knew she was expected to be on board and she no longer had it in her. She wanted to feel they were a team and that John was in charge of their team. But she just couldn’t shake all this anger. It was supposed to be different. She didn’t need change; she was too young to be looking retired. Hell she was in her mid 40’s! Their friends and neighbors would no longer be a quick walk or drive away. John was making Marian leave the party early and she was determined to stay. She wanted to be at his side but her mind wandered.

Her comments were laced with sarcasm the morning of the closing. That late afternoon they’d be headed to the mountains. John had built in some extra time for the two of them before they drove away together. He was determined to bring her under his wing despite her in trepidation. She couldn’t stand to be in the house with no furniture. The emptiness mirrored her heart. She couldn’t wrap her mind around being in the car for hours with him. She blamed him. She didn’t consider where they’d be living their home. He found her grumbling and mumbling to herself walking through the backyard. She loved to be outside but she didn’t make the time for it. Living on the mountains would be perfect for her, he thought as he watched her lips moving like a mad woman’s.

And so he jokingly yelled to her, “Woman! Who are you speaking to?” She startled, shrugged and the she went away from him which wasn’t the thing to do. John marched was determined to end this now. He stomped down the deck into the back yard walking furiously toward her. The leaves crunched in the grass under his boots and her heart beat faster hearing his approach. She serpentined a bit, as if that would throw him off her course. It didn’t matter there was no purpose but to delay maybe seconds of their fated encounter.

“Enough…. Enough already!” He used the Greek accent and voice from her favorite movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. He would make one attempt at humor before he’d take her in hand. She felt him behind her and the hairs on her arm began to rise. She defiantly refused to turn around. But she should have because her window of opportunity had been slammed shut and locked. He folded his arms and just stared at her. How was it that this beautiful woman and mother of his children could behave like a child? She had purposefully wrapped herself so tightly she left herself no where to run or even turn. And while he had never embraced the corporal discipline aspects of their dd marriage, he smiled inside. His recourse was boundless. He believed non dd husbands would be headed for divorce attorneys eventually given these circumstances. He knew that would never happen with them. And he was grateful.

“Inside. Lean over the island. Hands on top. Wait. I’ll be outside trimming the willow tree.” His voice was low and quiet and didn’t register with her for half a minute she turned around and just stared with her mouth opened slightly. Stalling, she licked her full lips like it was a full time job. Furious with him, her sleek lined eyebrows arched than tried to touch. As if in slow motion, her eyes narrowed just enough to really piss him off. There was no contest here and she’d find that out.

“Now” and his voice boomed and she jerked around hoping her last moments in the backyard bore no witness. Because she was sure she’d die of humiliation. She’d asked John time and again to deliver spankings that were not just erotic. Instead he used tones of voice and looks and while that was great, she needed more from him. She needed to feel overwhelmed by his power. It was what she’d felt she needed with every fiber of her being. And this moment had come and she couldn’t move her feet. (Later she would think, how do women do this all the time? And later she found out.) But our story continues as John becomes infuriated that she dare stand there like a deer in a headlight. Didn’t she know he wanted to thrash her within an inch of her life? He took three strides toward her and she backed up at least that. He reached out his hand and she stared at it and him.

“Consider this your last warning ever! Take my hand and I’ll walk you to the house” his voice was so naturally powerful she was shocked she felt herself getting wet. And the warmth hard to find that cold fall day, was spreading all over her. She took two baby steps toward him and tried to reach for his hand. “You’re done!” And with that his patience snapped. Taking her right forearm tightly in his left hand he forced her to walk backwards up to the house. If she didn’t have the sense to turn around, then fine! His pace was quick and she was disoriented on many levels. Sliding the patio door open none too gently, he barked at her to step up so she wouldn’t trip moving backwards into the house. John let her turn around to walk up the stairs on their deck. He marched her over to the bar stool and slapped her open her palms on the marble island. He spun around and walked out again into the yard there were some nice low switches that would slice through her fog. It had certainly worked on him as a child.

She didn’t know what to think. She’d been in a fog since before the closing. And now this man was making a switch from their willow tree! Her palms slid across the top of the counter as she tried to look out the windows. Her muscles quivered everywhere. Her mouth felt dry as she began to breathe unevenly through it. Then with terror she saw him stalking up their backyard with a handful of willow switches. The leaves were flying off the branches like little birds following him to the house. He’d always used his hand and once she asked for his belt. But she had no idea what this was going to feel like physically. She wanted to run but where? She could run to the car. What then, lock the doors and drive away somewhere without him? Where would she go? She felt lost and started to choke out a cry. Just then the glass door opened and the sound of his heavy boots bounced all over their empty walls and floors. That really got her to start crying. She didn’t want him to know so she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve then immediately put her hand back down on the island countertop. She tried to stare straight ahead. She didn’t want to see his eyes. But she caught him in her periphery and knew he knew she must’ve been crying. She lost that battle but hoped he’d have a little mercy knowing she’d been crying.

“Now let me get this straight” and he pulled up a stool and sat on it like a cowboy. Her knees started to feel very weak.

“I told you not to move and I come back to watch you putting your hand back on the island. You must have no respect left for me anymore Marian.” She started to shake her brunette covered curls. She continued to shaker her head slowly in a determined manor.

“NO!….you shake your head No! My God girl you’ve truly lost yourself.” He sounded surprised at her stubbornness.

“I didn’t mean that” her voice sounded weak and scared.

“Enough Marian. Now get on your tip toes and arch your back.” His words had been whispered and sounded menacing. She shivered all over before slowly being obedient.

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god raced through her mind while her heart flew through her chest and kept pounding. She tried to grip onto the marble, but it was flat. He got up very slowly and came around her other side and whispered.

“Up on those toes now. I’d hate to have to ask the new owners to wait outside while I finished with you.” The thought of being embarrassed sent her up on the balls of her feet in a second. “Now I want you to point your ass which I now own, up to the ceiling. And keep it there until I say so.” Oh shit oh shit oh shit. She let her forearms support her upper body and bit her lower lip.

“You’d better unbite that lip Missy. There’s going to be some force coming your way.”

He walked back behind her loving this moment. He let her stay right there while he set down the switches in front of her eyes obviously taunting her. She closed her eyes pretending she wasn’t there. He placed his hand on top of the small of her back and pushed down giving resistance to her tip toes. She shot back up with his release. Good he thought. He kept his left hand there and sized up that perfect little target. And with great joy and hope of better days he began in earnest.
SLAP! The noise had no where to go except into her brain as it to bounced off every appliance and wall. This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not her last minutes in this house they had shared for the past sixteen years. She felt like lightening struck on her right cheek and she shrieked a bit and jumped forward.

“Back up toward me!” and he cracked her again on her left.

“I said Back” SMACK! “Up” WHACK! Then he was taking his time, sparing his palm for the long term goal. He never felt better about something he thought he’d never feel good about. He’d delivered at least ten on each side and thank god he played tennis. He found a formidable pattern of swats to break her resistance. He was a natural. At first Marian began to cry from the pain in her heart, than her backside. Her legs bounced up and down like she wanted to jump. Then she’d stop herself to receive another. Her fingers were spread wide as were her eyes and she was staring at the ceiling thinking the pot hanger would fall down on top his head and save her from further assault on her pulsating ass.

“It’s time to take your jeans and underwear off Marian. Turn around and face me while you do it.” She was so furious at this humiliating request. How dare he expect her to even look his way? She whipped around, her eyes full of tears and she wiped them again with her sleeve, her nose too. She glared at him for only a second because is eyes had a new look of determination. Her eyes dilated in response to new power he now possessed. He was totally turning her on. She then looked at the floor and began to unbutton her jeans, then unzip them too slowly. She was now realizing that he’d see how wet she’d gotten. She didn’t want to reveal that to him, not now when she felt so emotionally distant from him. He watched totally turned on. She shimmied from side to side to pull down her jeans and not her underwear. It took some work as she had a beautiful ass and wore jeans that were snug. It hurt like hell when she pulled her waist band over the fatty part of her cheeks. And she tried to quiet her continuing crying as she did this. He deserved no satisfaction to see her wince. Her anger still shone.

He left his position to get the switches. She followed him with her body turning on her heels. She was afraid for what she thought he’d do next. She stifled a gasp when she saw his reach. She had actually forgotten they were there while willing the pot hanger off the ceiling. She gulped before following his body back to his former position. “Step out of those jeans” his voice was gravelly and hard like concrete. She was terrified and in her fantasy heaven. Her brain was on slow these daze, but especially at this moment. John had mesmerized her with his power. “Now! And that insipid staring is going to cost you more punishment!” His voice boomed throughout the empty house. She refused to stand in their kitchen naked from the waste down. Marian was not a naked’s-ok kinda gal. So she very slowly reached down to her bent leg and pulled off one cowboy boot. She wanted to throw it at his head but she knew it shouldn’t get uglier than where it was going. She let it drop. It echoed and she startled but hurried to get off the other boot. God she felt more vulnerable with him now than she ever had. It was scaring her and making the inside of her thighs slippery.
She just kept staring and once again became very aware of her throbbing red ass.

“Now I’m going to talk Missy and you will end up singing, I guarantee it. Now back around and back up on those toes.” And he moved his index finger in the downward position in a circular motion while the stripped branches followed from below. She reluctantly turned around not wanting anything to do with a switch. Let alone a handful of them. The last time she’d ever felt that sting was when she was a small child and she remembered it wasn’t fun. She braced herself for what was to come: the switches and conversation.

“So Dear” SWOOSH CRACK!! Streaks of lava had kissed her bottom.

“Aaaaooowwww you Bastard!” Marian couldn’t help herself. This hurt beyond anything she had every experienced.

“Oh Marian…..” He sounded truly disappointed for her. Again the branches sliced through the air and landed exactly where they hadn’t been on her sit spot.

“Arghhhhhh John I’m sorry!!!” She was choking on her dry throat now and the sound was awful. She stood up and twirled around quick in her stocking feet on marble floor. He reached for the back of her neck and turned her around and pushed her firmly back to the island.

“Move again and it’s five more after the doorbell rings” She thought she’d wet her pants the thought of that was too much. She couldn’t keep herself quiet.

“OK OK Just help me through this. I can’t get through this.” They both knew she referred to the physical as well as the emotional.

“Help you, fine. Let’s talk.” And he switched her half heartedly on one side then quickly they came again on her other. She danced hopping from leg to leg then pumping them up and down. No where to go… and she began to cry a gut wrenching bottom of the well cry. Her ass was on fire and it was the most life she had allowed herself to experience in six weeks. She started to emerge.

“Marian, tell me what you’re most afraid of.” She was too embarrassed to even admit it to herself. He would literally have to beat it out of her because ….SMACK his hand became welcome in comparison to the switches. But he had jarred so hard she skidded with her stocking feet hip to island. WHACK!!!

“OW Damn you John” WHACK!!!...... CRACK!!!!......

“Start talking or I pick up the switches and won’t stop ‘til I’m tired.”

“Alright, please don’t the sting is killing me.” She was going to half to say it, for both their sakes. This whole thing was too crazy for the moment. They should be walking room to room reminiscing.

“I’ll never fit in again, anywhere!! OK are you happy! I’m old now and everybody there has there life and I’m

 just a side show now. No kids, no way to meet people. We’ll be cooped up for months in the mountains.” She covered her mouth now and cried through her fingers. She didn’t want the words to be said to begin with and to hear them choked out between tears while her butt was flaming hot was too much for her to maintain her usual composure. Her words hit him in the gut. While he was doing leprechaun side kicks in the air for the opportunity to be with her all the time and out of the fucking rat race, she had been suffering. Truly suffering and he hadn’t caught it, not the depth of it. Someone should kick him in the ass.

“Oh baby,” and he had put his hands on her heaving shoulders and leaned into her ear. In a voice that penetrated rational and irrational thoughts she heard, “You have no idea how, for the first time, ever, I want to fit in with you. I want to be with you. We’ve been apart most everyday since we started this marriage and I miss you.” Her cheek had been resting on the island. She felt exhaustion and relief saying those words. He brushed away her hair to find her imploring eyes. She moved her moist hand from her saliva filled lips….

”Really?” She looked as if there could be only that one truth. All others would crumble her heart.

“Marian, I’ve never been happier and I’m sorry that I didn’t make it glaringly obvious. It’s all about you babe!” She pushed herself up slowly and she wrapped her arms around his chest. He kissed the top of her head while pulling her even closer than she thought she could be. They stood there a long time holding each other. This moment would forever fortify their already strong marriage. He began to rock her side to side and to sing their favorite song from the movie Casablanca, “you must remember this … a kiss is but a kiss…” He sung the song through twice while they danced slowly in their kitchen.

~o~

I'm grateful for all the old Fantasy Friday stories in the vault. I hope you're enjoying them. With time at home maybe you'd be willing to write that story that roamed in your mind as you realized you were one of us. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Quarantine Brain

I think this is something that’s hitting many of us. It sure has hit me. I mean I’m at the age when I’m used to walking into a room and wondering what I came for, but I think it’s a little worse. I’ll be talking with Mollie and veer off track, not able to remember where I was going with my thought. I’d worry about it more, but Mollie seems to be having the same problem. So we’re calling it Quarantine Brain. 

I think it’s a combination of worry, boredom, fear, uncertainty, loneness, and too much time on our hands. This too shall pass.

Nick thought I’d finally succumbed when I started to fix dinner last night and asked him to get the salmon out of the dishwasher, please. He gave me a strange look, as if asking for clarification and I just stared back since my request was perfectly logical to me. I mean how hard is it to read your wife’s mind? It’s just something I think he should be able to do by now. 

Anyway… I’d decided to have salmon for dinner. I’d bought a large piece several weeks ago and cut it up. I froze two pieces together so we could pull them out as needed. I’d decided what to have, but I didn’t think to get them out of the freezer to thaw. When I finally did I was wondering about the best way to hurry the process. Then I remember the dishwasher had finished a short time before. I slipped them into another bag for safety and put the fish in the still warm dishwasher to thaw. See, perfectly logical.

That mind reading stuff – he really needs to work on that.

As I’m doing better at general house cleaning these days. I remembered long ago when I was single. My mom came over to visit. We were in my bedroom looking at something, my cat sleeping peacefully on my dresser.  Mom was teasing me about my housekeeping skills and mentioned that it could use some dusting. I place both hands on the cat and moved her around the dresser, the perfect dust rag. My mother was less than amused, but by then she was used to me. For years when I lived at home she would ask, “Are your hands clean?” and I would usually answer, “Yep, I wiped them on the cat.”

Is anyone else having a problem with Quarantine Brain? I hope everyone is staying safe and don’t forget to wash your hands.

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I view this Friday with mixed feelings. This is my last Friday of the summer and I'm not quite ready for that to be true but I am very happy to have a brand new Fantasy Friday to share with you. This is the final chapter in the Help Wanted series. If you haven't read the first four chapters I suggest you go back and read chapter one, chapter two, chapter  three and chapter four by clicking on them.

I love this conclusion so please, enjoy...

I’m naked again!

Finally! I got to take the heart monitor off and mail it in. I can sleep nude again and I love it. I am free to turn over and snuggle to my hearts content. Nick doesn’t seem to mind either.

I’m curious to know how my friends are doing in quarantine. As for me, I guess I’ve been training for this my whole life. I enjoy being alone and I enjoy staying home. Nick still works – for the moment and I get to look forward to his homecoming each day. Having him here 24/7 not able to leave the house would be hard – on him and therefore hard on me. It’s the one thing I’ve worried about him retiring. While I’m perfectly content in my writing room, he’d be going nuts!

I wanted to mention StoryWorth again. This is the gift LJ and Colin gave me at Christmas. You can check out their website here. But to jump on board you don’t have to do anything official. You can join in all on your own.

Basically you’re writing stories of your past for your kids and grandkids. StoryWorth send you a prompt, an idea each week to write on. Some are interesting – Tell about your favorite teacher or What was a great prank you pulled. But I usually ignore their prompts and write what I want or anything the kids might ask about.

So far I’ve written about how Nick and I met, the story of finding out I was expecting each of the kids. Then I’ve written in detail about the birth of each – I cheated and typed up what I had written in my old journals from the actual time. I’ve written of my college days. I’m writing now about how their grandparents met and dated. I’m going back and asking myself what I wished I’d asked my parents more about and then writing up answers to similar questions from my life.

It’s lots of fun. I hope you’ll try it. It doesn’t have to be with StoryWorth. They produce a nice book at the end of the year, including pictures if you want to include them, which will be nice for the kids to have. But you could print what you write yourself and give it to the kids as a Christmas gift this year. 

And I’ve written a special letter, which will be the last in the book, as a thank you to my children. Stuff I wanted to tell them, but sometimes it’s hard when you’re busy and running around communicating by a quick text. We’ve got the time now. Tell them what you want them to know, old stories, funny stories, stuff they did as kids or that you did when you were a kid. 

And don't hesitate to go deeper and tell each one what they mean to you and how much you love them. 

Fantasy Friday Revival - Fantasy Wasted part 2, Jake and Raina

Here's our Fantasy Friday for the week. Maybe stories and fantasies are what we need at the moment. This is the second part of the story we began last week. You can find part one here.

Fantasy Wasted, part 2

Jake and Raina

Jake rose from the desk and reached over to shut down the power to his computer.  Then as he flipped the light switch something through the window caught his eye. It was beginning to snow. Large powdery flakes of snow were drifting to the ground. He approached the window with arms folded. As he stood there watching the snow fall his thoughts drifted to a thousand diverse places but finally settled upon Raina. 

He smiled as he thought of how she loved the snow and always insisted on making snow angels and snowmen with the kids when they were small. He wished she was standing there beside him now. Raina had gone to bed an hour earlier and he hated to wake her. Besides it wasn’t like she’d never seen snow before. 

Their life together was settled. Secure. Happy. Jake had nothing to complain about and he knew it so how could he… why would he…. 

He sighed as a feeling of selfishness entered into the pit of his stomach. He hung his head and tried to fight off the shame. He thought of Raina’s goodness and how it would devastate her to know that he wanted more. And if she knew WHAT exactly he wanted…. Well… he wondered what she would think of him then.

He didn’t hear her enter the room but turned to face her when she softly called his name.

“Jake? Honey, are you coming to bed?” 

He apologized and told her he was watching the snow fall … and…. Well… thinking.

She approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against his back.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He told her “nothing,” but then said, “Everything.”

“Well which is it?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled her around to stand beside him. For a while they stood watching the snow fall. Finally Jake turned to her and said “Raina, I love you with all my heart, but are you happy? I mean REALLY happy?” 

She assured Jake that yes, of course, she is very happy with him. But then… then panic struck as she realized that maybe he isn’t happy with her. Her voice caught on the words as she asked “Are YOU happy?” 

He assured her that he was happy but at the same time felt like something was missing in their relationship. Still panicked Raina wasn’t sure where this was going. Jake sensed her fear so he took her by the hand saying “Come with me.” 

He led her into their kitchen and turned the light on. He said “Look around… Really look. Are you happy with everything in our lives that goes on in this room?”

“Jake, honey, it’s a kitchen. We cook here. We eat here. It serves its purpose quite well.”

“So you’re happy with it? REALLY happy? The appliances are okay? The counter top?”

“Jake, it’s a beautiful kitchen and we both know it. What are you getting at?” 

Again, he took her by the hand out into their garage. He gave the same command: “Look around… REALLY look.”

Raina was starting to relax a bit and found herself enjoying this little game. She threw her arms around his neck and teased, “Jake!! I love you!! You’re buying me a new car, aren’t you? That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

They both knew that her car was new enough. He pulled her arms from his neck and asked again “are you happy with what you see here?” 

“Of course. I love my car and I’m glad to have a garage to keep it in. Remember what it was like on nights like this when the cars sat out because we didn’t have a garage?”

They chatted back and forth about all the times they had to dig a car out from under the snow until finally, Jake took her hand again and said “Okay, let’s go.” 

He led her to the family room where they discussed their need to spend more time there with one another. He led her to the living room where they talked of new furniture. And then one by one, he led her to each bedroom.

They talked about each of their children and how proud they are of them. They talked about the previous year’s adjustment to their now empty nest. And then finally…. Finally….Jake led Raina into their own bedroom. 

A wave came over her as she knew the questions he would ask. They’d been to a number of rooms and Jake had asked the exact same questions of her in every room.  Raina felt her stomach tie into one huge knot as she realized that THIS… their bedroom was the end all of this adventure Jake had taken her on. 

Two things raced through her mind. She knew she had to think quick. And she knew she had to be careful. Jake had always been the most considerate of lovers. Her needs were always met. She wondered how damaging the truth might be to him. She wondered if she would be able to find the words to tell him that even though her needs have been met she’s had many, many nights of unfulfilled wants. Could she dare to tell him the truth? It felt like an opportunity was before her that she might never have again.

Another thing that raced through her mind was a feeling of pain. Was she not satisfying him? Did he want more? What could he possibly want? She had always been willing to fulfill every desire that he conveyed to her. If he wanted more, he just needed to say so.

Raina couldn’t stand it. She was about to explode. When Jake told her to look around and asked if she was happy with their lives in their bedroom she felt tears well up in her eyes. She felt her throat begin to tighten. She wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to talk. 

Finally she looked up into his eyes and said “Honey… Please… Please just tell me what this is all about.”

He swallowed hard and said, “Alright. I’ll tell you, but not in here. Let’s go out to the kitchen and put some coffee on.”

As Raina started the coffee, Jake collected his thoughts and planned his approach. 

She placed his coffee before him as she sat down with her own across from him. 

“Now, will you please tell me? Jake, what’s going on?”

He told her that he didn’t know where to begin but then finally it all came pouring out. He reminded her how he loves her more than life itself. He told her that never once has he regretted marrying her. But….

“Raina, you are a terrific wife… in bed…. I mean. I have cherished our sex life from day one… but…”

“But….tell me Jake. Just tell me.” 

“I want more”

“More? Jake I’ve rarely turned you down in all our years together.”

“I don’t mean quantity, Raina.” 

Her heart fell. She knew if it wasn’t quantity he was after, it must be the quality. Her voice began to quiver as she realized…

Jake laughed “no no no that’s not what I mean. Sweetheart you are a fantastic lover. I mean more different… not more more.” 

“More more? More different? What do you want?”

Suddenly Jake felt that shameful feeling again but he continued, “Raina it’s always the same. Same technique, same style, same time, same place, same way… every time. Don’t you ever want to ….ummm…. mix it up a little?” 

Raina wasn’t sure where the words came from but answered Jake with, “Well…ummm… yes…ummm…. Okay. I have fantasies too!” 

And that was all it took. 

Jake raised an eyebrow, “oh, really? Tell me about them.” 

Raina blushed but somehow knew that after all these years it was going to be okay if she told him the truth. 

“Sometimes I think about what it would be like if you ummm… well…. Ummm… quit being so damn nice in the bedroom and used a little more ummmm…. dominance.”

“Dominance?”

Uh-oh. Raina felt her face flush.

“This is embarrassing to admit even to you, Jake, but all my life I’ve wanted a man who knows when to take charge.”

“Take charge?”

“Yes, take charge.”

“You mean like boss you around and stuff?”

“Well… maybe….” 

“I see,” Jake said. “And I’m assuming you’re talking sexually, right?”

“Well .. yeah… I mean no one wants to be bossed around twenty four seven. You know how Chip is with Janet? I could never live like that.” 

“Yeah he can be a real jerk. I could never treat you like that.” 

“Good because that’s not even what I’m talking about… hey, isn’t this supposed to be about you?” 

Jake was thoughtful for a minute and then asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” 

“Well, there have been times… a lot of times actually when I’ve wanted to do just that.”

“How so?

“Well I’ve often wondered what it would be like to order you to the bedroom… to tell you to take all your clothes off and wait for me.”

“Okay, now you’re talking.”

“But Raina, you’re such a ‘good girl’ so I’ve never been able to be a ‘bad boy.’”

“Oh Jake, we’re married!! If we can’t be bad with each other, then who can we be bad with?” 

Jake was thoughtful again. “Raina, we’ve come this far, I might as well tell you the rest of my fantasy.” 

Raina teased, “There’s more? Should I be afraid?”

Jake got a twinkle in his eye and raised his eyebrow again. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“I’m not sure what you think happens to them but I know what SHOULD happen to them.”

“So would you be willing to be a bad girl for me?”

“Only if you’re willing to show me what happens to girls when they’re bad.” 

He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. With all the firmness he could manage at that moment he said, “Baby, bad girls get spanked.”

~o~

My thanks to my friend. I wish she would write more. I have several more great stories that are in several parts so please come back next week. New stories are always welcome, you can send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Marriage advice from a pro (not me)

I hope everyone is well and surviving their forced confinement. I ran across part of this in my archives and thought it might be a good time to post it again. I know I needed to read it again.

I’ve had two big shocks in my writing career. Even though I don’t plot out stories, and pretty much write by the seat of my pants (in the writing world I would be known as a pantser,) I know in general where a story, or post, is going. My first shock came when Lily entered the Cassie’s Space series. I had no idea she was in my head, that was not the way I saw the scene going – she just marched in and took over. It was a true shock and in my mind one of the most wonderful things that’s ever happened while I was writing.

But my second real shock came a few years ago while I was writing a post. I never bash Nick on my blog, but I’m not above complaining a little. The post I was writing leaned a little that way and I was planning to do some whining and complaining about him and probably the lack of spanking in our marriage.

So I was gearing up to write the post. I went into true writing mode, meaning I was staring into space trying to formulate what I wanted to say, when something happened. In all these years, nothing like this had ever happened before so I simply sat stunned listing to what I can only call a lecture from one of my best friends. Here’s what Cassie had to say.

~o~

Enjoy your husband. Pay attention, and enjoy your husband. Enjoy him when he is in a happy, loving, playful mood. Enjoy him when he’s tired and crabby and withdrawn. Enjoy him when he’s mowing, doing the laundry, and cooking. And enjoy him when he’s sitting beside you quietly watching TV or reading or even napping.

Enjoy him for who he is. You chose one another above all others in this world to share your lives together. And most importantly, after more than three decades you’re both still there. Do you know how many women would give their eye teeth to be in your place?  To have a man who truly loves you. A man you can trust completely and who is completely loyal to you. You’ve never had to worry about infidelity. You’ve never had to worry about drunken binges or abuse. You have a man who cares for you and will listen to you – if you will just talk to him. 

Enjoy him when he’s annoying you. Enjoy him when he’s being inconsiderate or thoughtless. Enjoy him when he hurts your feelings or snaps at you for no reason. Enjoy him, but you don’t have to ignore these things. I’m telling you to be a wife, not a wimp. Tell him if he’s annoying you or being inconsiderate or thoughtless. Tell him if he hurts your feelings. What do you think is going to happen? You tell him these things and he gets mad and says, “That’s it, I’m leaving. Marriage over.” You know that’s stupid. So, you argue, big deal – you’ll both get over it. 

Talk to the man! Tell him when you’re happy, tell him when you’re mad. Stop living in your head and enjoy this wonderful man you have. When you’re mad or hurt, you need to tell Nick and stop thinking in your head, “Well, Tom would have… or Tom wouldn’t have…” – because I know you do this sometimes. Remember, Tom is mine and only mine. No one else would put up with him. Trust me, you would hate being married to him. I have the occasionally dream of being able to do anything I want any time I want with no worry about the ivory brush. Everyone has ‘the grass is greener…’ feelings at times. But never stay there more than a minute or two.

You’re living on the fringe of your marriage, it’s like you’re scared to get involved.  You’ve chosen peace and harmony rather than fire and passion. Maybe try it the other way for a while. You don’t have any big problems in your marriage. Quit nursing the little ones and learn to enjoy what you have. 

Enjoy your husband!

This was out of the blue. Cassie tells me her stories, but she’s always stayed out of my business. I know, I know, Cassie is just another part of me. So perhaps I was lecturing to myself, but it didn’t feel that way. Regardless, she wasn’t wrong. I think I’m going to try to take her advice. Hmm… taking Cassie’s advice on marriage, it should either bring Nick and me closer or I’m going to  get my ass spanked. Sounds like a win/win to me.

The majority of voices in my head say I do NOT have multiple personalities.

Seriously, doesn’t everyone have other people living in their head. It’s been a reality for me since early childhood. I’ve always known they were imaginary (sorta). The never tell me what to do. They just keep me company and write with me.

 When I met my first friend out here, Eva, what attracted me to her was a post she put up that so resembled me so much. I left a comment saying, “Please crawl out of my head. It’s getting crowded in here.” Years later as we got to know one another better, she laughingly told me, “I never knew how true that statement was!”

So I got to counting the other day just to see who all is in here. Okay, there’s me (Elis, PK), then there’s Liz/Badass and Wimpy of course. Nick calls her Liz, I call her Badass but either way she is the one who sometimes tells on me and lets Nick know what’s going on in my head. Wimpy is the one who wants us all to shut up about spanking, because she has a tender ass and we usually leave her to take the actual spanking. Anyway, that’s three.

Then, of course, we have my cast of characters. I have Cassie’s world which includes everyone from Cal’s Law too. Many of you know the regulars. I have them, I have the minor characters, and I have those yet to be heard from. All together the ones I know by name (and age and personality and how they look…) number forty-two at this count. There are others in there who someday hope to have their own book. There are about eleven in that group.

If I’m counting right that’s about fifty-six people living in my head and want to be heard at times. I’m most grateful that they usually wait until I sit down at the computer and have time to write. Cassie is the only one who will just start on her own if I haven’t given her enough attention.

If you don’t mind a little self-promoting, I  suggest both of my series. The Cassie’s Space series and the Cal’s Law series are pretty gentle, funny, touching books full of both spanking and true love. If you haven’t read them and have a little more reading time now, I hope you’ll give them a try.

So when I tell you I spend a lot of time in my head, please don’t think I’m lonely. I’m definitely not! And I’ll share one more thing that’s helping me get through these hard times. When I’m truly stressed and worried in real life, and who isn’t right now, I go sit with Cassie and her friends. I get the most welcoming smiles and Cassie has saved a rocking chair just for me. I join the ladies and we rock and watch the river. If I’m truly upset, Cassie often reaches over and puts her hand over mine and give a little squeeze. It’s a big deck, and there are plenty of rockers, Cassie says you are all welcomed to stop by, anytime. And you know she'll have plenty of wine to share.

Checking in and I have a question

We’re still fairing well in this uneasy time. Nick only works with two people, the couple who owns the company, so he’s still going to work and I stay home and write. Mollie is busy trying to figure out ways to teach little ones remotely. Her dog is thrilled to have time with her. She can even go to work with her since there are no students.

Of our family, LJ is the one I worry about. He’s really the only extrovert in the family. Nick, Mollie and I are content staying home – but my boy moved to NYC for a reason. He wants to be out and about – in bars and restaurants. He wants to go to plays and museums. He likes the hum of the streets and meeting up with friends. Not to mention that NY apartments are made to sleep in and shower the next morning before you go out – not to live in!

His husband, Colin, is still going to work because he works on one of the rooftop farms – not something you can do from home. But he’s riding his bike rather than taking the subway. Colin has suffered with anxiety on and off over the years, not so LJ. LJ could always talk Colin down and help him feel better. But this time LJ is the anxious one, and I’m delighted to say Colin is stepping up to help him. Don’t you love it when a spouse rises to a challenge!

Back on the home front, I’m still wearing the heart monitor until the 27^th. So I have a question for some of you –

How in the hell do people sleep in clothes?

I know it’s possible, I did it for forty-nine years! But for almost fourteen years now I’ve slept in the nude and I love it. However, with wires and leads hanging off me, I thought it best to sleep in a T-shirt. It was horrible! It didn’t turn when I did, it got tight in places when I moved. When I’d try to put my arm under my head the sleeves seem to twist and tighten at my armpit. I don’t think I slept at all that first night. The second night I found an old tank top, a little tight but it seemed to move with me and not restrict my arms too much. But I still hate it!

I’ve had to take it very easy after the heart catherization. I mean they do puncture an artery to do it. The instructions said for the next five day do not participate in the following activities – jogging, golfing, playing sports, spanking and sexual activity. 

Okay, it didn’t actually mention spanking. But I’m sure that if they knew we indulges they would have. Not to mention I’m sore as a boil!  It sounds like they don’t want to do anything to bring increasing blood flow to the area. I’m not sure it this is good or bad, but it’s not forever, just for right now. Nick told me fondly, that he’s keeping a list and we’ll deal with it at the appropriate time. Can’t ask for much more than that.

So that’s what we’re doing. Feel free to share what’s going on in your life!

Fantasy Friday Revival - Wasted Fantasy

There's a new snippet from Cassie's Tale up at the Reading Room today. I hope you'll drop by.

Thanks for coming by. Here we all are in the midst of something we don't quite understand other than that our world has changed for the moment. Yes, just for the moment. It's hard to see right this minute but this too shall pass. Things will be 'normal' again. I promise. But while we hunker down, together and apart. Our little spanko thought still roam in our heads and we need to take a minute to indulge them. This story was written by a friend long ago, I'll keep the writer to myself. But she's good! Please enjoy...

Wasted Fantasy

When she was eight years old she knew there was something about spanking that she found appealing. She knew she was not supposed to feel that way so she didn't tell anyone.

When she was thirteen she began to make up fantasies of being bad, of being scolded, of being spanked. She knew she couldn't tell anyone.

By the time she was seventeen she wondered .... she wished. She still didn't tell anyone.

Then she met Jake in her senior year of college. He seemed a bit rough around the edges but she saw past that. She saw right through that. She knew there was more to him than his shaggy hair, pierced ear, and torn jeans. They became an item and were seen together walking to class, going to lunch, and attending social events held on campus.

As graduation approached Jake removed the earring, got a haircut and invested in some respectable pants and dress shirts. Then he landed a job.....not a great job but a decent job. And Raina found one also that wasn't too far from Jake's.

They decided to take the next step in their relationship. They found an apartment and planned their wedding. They knew life was only beginning and that it was going to be good.

Over the next five years they had two children. Jake had received two promotions at work which allowed Raina to take time away from her career and stay home with the children. When they finally entered school she re-entered the working community. The extra money enabled them to live their lives comfortably.

Over the years Raina still held in her desire and fascination. The children grew. Jake continued to grow in his career. She too received a promotion or two along the way. Finally when the kids left home she realized that she was happy but still ached and longed for more. She had hoped for years that Jake would pick up on her signals and take her over his knee one day but it never happened. She resigned herself to the idea that she had bizarre fantasies which were best left as they were: fantasies and no more.

But still, she imagined him calling her to him. He'd take her pants down. He would scold her for some imaginary offense. He'd remove his belt. He'd wrap a supportive arm around her waist as he began to spank her bottom.

Such ideas made her wet with lust and excitement. Throughout her marriage she found such fantasies would help when she wasn't really in the mood. When Jake would roll her over and pull her up onto her knees she'd begin to think. As he entered her from behind she played out scene after scene where he would scold her for this and spank her for that. When he squeezed her cheeks and then squeezed them with a bit more force she could almost feel a belt or a hair brush coming down upon her rear.

But she couldn't tell...

She could never tell. Jake would think her insane if she was to tell him she wanted him to lovingly hurt her. It wouldn't make sense to him. How could it? It didn't even make sense to her.

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Jake was a happy baby and grew into a calm child. He was one of those kids who rolled with the punches and seemed to just flow through whatever life handed him.

By the time he was a junior in high school he was a starter on the varsity basketball team and was dating one girl after another. He was drawn to just one thing on a girl: Her ass.

He couldn't quite pin it down. He wasn't sure what it was that attracted him to that part of her anatomy. He had a mental checklist of requirements for a woman's bottom: full, big but not too big, enough to grab hold of. Squeezable. A girl had to have what Jake called a squeezable ass in order to qualify for a date with him. He felt shallow but at the same time knew that he knew what he liked in a woman. 

When he went away to college he knew the opportunity that was upon him and before him. He focused on school. He didn't date much. He figured he'd have time for that later. For now he wanted to focus on doing well in college so that he could make a decent living down the road.

His eyes still roamed. He would smile when he thought about how he was glad to be an ass man and not a boob man. Being an ass man is far superior to being a boob man. He knew that if he'd been a boob man there was great risk of being caught in the act of watching them - a girl's boobs that is - bounce and jiggle when she approached. Being an ass man allowed him the luxury of watching all he wanted as he walked down the sidewalk 10 steps behind his visual.

During the first month of his senior year he caught himself watching the same full, jiggling ass three days a week as he walked to class. It took him just a few days to realize it was the bottom of the same girl that he was watching. He would lose track of her as she entered the computer science building each day.

After a month he finally was able to put the bottom he'd been watching with the face of the girl who sat two seats behind him in his advanced IT class. They began studying together. Then they dated. Then they graduated.

They moved in together and soon married. They had children. The children grew. The children left home. They had an awesome life built. They took trips. They worked hard. They loved hard.

He never got tired of watching her bottom. He loved the way her jeans tightened around her cheeks as she bent and stretched. He loved the way it jiggled - just a bit when she walked naked in their bedroom. He watched. For years he watched.

And for years he fantasized. When he made love to her he would often roll her over and pull her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind and squeeze her cheeks. He loved how she moaned with pleasure when he squeezed a bit harder. And he dreamed...

In his dreams he would call her to him. He would tell her to remove her pants. Then he would take her over his knee and massage her ass while they talked. He imagined silly offenses she'd committed. He'd scold her for failing to turn the computer off. He'd spank her for cooking pork chops for dinner instead of chicken. He'd what? WHAT? He'd spank her?

Yes, in his dreams.. in his fantasies he would spank her until she cried. He would scold her until she was repentant and remorseful. And then he would make love to her. At that moment he'd come out of his fantasy into reality where he would realize it could never be. 

For years he played such scenarios over and over in his mind. He was ashamed. How could he imagine hurting Raina? He didn't want to ever hurt her. He loves her. Why would he want to ........

How could he want to.....

She would never know of course because he would never tell her of this.... his deepest, darkest fantasy.

~o~

There is another part of this story. I'll have it up next week. In the meantime think of the story roaming in your head and maybe write it down. We'd love to read it. Send stories to: elisspeaks@yahoo.com