Reassessing

I have really been enjoying some of the new blogs out here – some totally new, some just new to me. I love to see how many different way spanking relationships begin and develop. It’s interesting to see what we want or what we think we want.

I know what I thought I wanted at first is not exactly what I want now. I wanted Nick to take charge, I wanted him tell me what to do, be firm and discipline me if he needed to. But that wasn’t really what happened and at first I was sometimes hurt and disappointed that he made no rules or demands of me.

Over these two and a half years I have realized some things. Most of the things that many women say they are punished for just don’t happen at our house. I have teased that I am perfect and that is why I am seldom punished and while that is not exactly true we really do not have any serious issues. We agree on how to spend our money; we agree on child rearing. We were both raised by gentle loving parents who treated each other and their children with respect so we have always treated each other that way, no screaming, yelling or snotty comments. So although I am a lousy house keeper and have dozens of traits or bad habits Nick could complain about that’s not his way.

So I have looked deeper. What did I really want? What was I craving? When I said I wanted him to punish or discipline me what was I looking for? In my mind the fantasy of an angry husband grabbing and spanking me was really tapped a deeper want/need. I wanted to feel he cared. I wanted to feel I was worth the effort. I wanted to know that if I was doing something stupid or harmful to me or our relationship the he wouldn’t just shrug and say ‘whatever’. I wanted him to confront me and demand a change in actions or attitude that would correct the situation.

So what has happened over these two and a half years? He has really stepped up to help me with the weight. He knew that this was – or soon would be – effecting my health. There were a few hard spankings over that time. But he also did it his way. When he knew I had worked hard and had done as I should have he sometimes didn’t spank. While I sometimes found this frustrating he was really making sense. He is still right their watching my weight and I have no doubt that if I start skipping the gym and snacking to excess I will find the business end of a hairbrush on my end very quickly!

But it has been in other ways that he has truly let me know he cares. Insisting I write him each week has meant more to me that anything I could imagine. For those of you that don’t know about this I have a weekly assignment. He wants to know what I am thinking and feeling. Sometimes it funny and sexy, sometimes I lament that I life is too rushed for good sex and fun spankings; and a few times I have been overwhelmed by sadness so that I could hardly function. But he wants to know – do you know how much that means to me, that no matter what I am feeling he really wants to know? And yes I have been spanked a time or two for skipping a week!

By accepting my kink – really as soon as I told him – our sex life really took on a new life. He is so good to me both with spanking and other types of foreplay to make sure I get everything I women could want from a love making session. He know that ‘discipline’ is still something I desire so he throws in a few laundry rules and some mock discipline because he know that’s what I want.

But sometimes it is the smallest things he does that it have really started noticing lately. We each take a cup of water to bed. For 23 years he went and got his when he went to bed and I went and got mine when I went to bed. Now he picks them both up – a little thing but he does it for me. There is a particular type of bread I love that we can’t get in town. When he goes to the next town over he stops to look for it. He hugs me as I go out the door for the gym and tell me he is proud of me for going. He drapes himself around me each night when I climb in bed to warm me up. And the vitamins – he wants me to take my vitamins and supplements every morning. I haven’t been very good at remembering. Now granted he could spank me every time I forget – it really might help me remember. But that’s not what he does. Instead he takes each one out of the bottle and lays them out for me. He is not looking for reasons to spank me; he is looking for ways to care for me. It’s taken me a while to realize this.

Relationship change all the time. Ours includes spanking now and I expect it always will - there will be spanking for fun and play, erotic spankings, maybe a little stress relief and there may even be discipline. But the best part is that our relationship and our love will always be strong.

Before Nick’s halo gets to heavy for him to carry around I’ll tell you he is not perfect. He can aggravate me to no end at times. But I cannot imagine a better husband. I really hit the jackpot folks and the best part is, I know it!

My Buddy

Today is my friend CeeCi's birthday.

I sat here trying to think of words to describe this wonderful person.
When I googled some of the words this is what I found.

So to my beautiful, funny, intelligent,
unique, loving, sexy and amazing friend
I wish you a very, very
Happy Birthday!!!

My Saturday

I have had a really nice weekend. Many of you know how it is – hit your mid 40’s early 50’s and the old libido is not always at your beck and call. Now mine hasn’t been gone but it has been sluggish as best. We got to have a little fun Wednesday – Mollie’s babysitting day and I got spanked some, for of all things – being selfish!! Can you believe it?

You see with Mollie being gone I was trying to get Libby-do to make an appearance so I was looking at some spanking videos. I stuck the ear phones in because it that’s what I always do. Later when we had headed back to the bedroom Nick was doing a bit of spanking for some late laundry (only a couple of hours late) when he said “and why were you being so selfish with the sound on the videos?” I told him I was embarrassed. Since I was laying there buck naked, having my butt spanked as a prelude to other intimate activities he seemed to think that was a little ironic but I bet some of you understand.

Lately spanking has not been really high on my list either – like the old libido I am not against spanking but the desire is hiding. And suddenly spankings HURT! Maybe it’s hormonal or something because I have had a terrible time with hot flashes lately too.

But Saturday we had the whole day to ourselves Mollie had spent the night with a friend and she was leaving for her babysitting job from there. She wouldn’t be home until 6! Around lunch we decided to watch a DVD I had ordered from Shadow Lane at CeeCi suggestion. I think it was “A Lover’s Discipline 2”. No award winning performances but definitely a fine way to spend an hour! And Libby-do was most definitely interested.

Part of the story had to do with the women masturbating and then man being insulted that she was playing with the vibrator instead of him. I have always worried that Nick would feel that way if I wanted to use a vibrator – that is during the old days of our marriage. Now he encourages it because he knows it can really get things going. I have had a vibrator that I really like but everyone out here kept pushing the Hitachi and so while on the LA trip I got one. We got it but I really hadn’t used it that much. We tried it Saturday. Later I was discussing it with Eva. Here is part of a conversation I had with my twin –

PK: Oh and I wanted to tell you. I haven't said much about the Hitachi because I wasn't that impressed. Now I'm impressed.

Eva: And why are you impressed? Did you figure out how to turn it on?

PK: No smart ass it figured out how to turn me on!

Eva: Well I could have told you how to use the damn thing if you'd asked......

You see how sweet my twin can be to me. But back to our afternoon, we finished the DVD and Nick blindfolded and cuffed me. Then he gave me a wonderful spanking. Now I am a big fan of spanking toys but Nick just used his hand and it was perfect. With my current low pain threshold it worked out great. Probably his hand and my butt reached their limit at about the same time.

Soon after the Hitachi came out and this time we figured out how to turn it on and how to work the damn thing! Ladies and gentlemen there were fireworks!!


And then there were more fire works! And when I recovered Nick was treated to extra fireworks himself. We may not be 20 anymore but it sure is nice to know we can ring the bell when we really try!

English Rules

I got this from my sister today -

On my 60th birthday, I got a gift certificate from my wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a shaman living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, I drove to the reservation, handed my ticket to the shaman, and wondered what I was in for.

The old man slowly, methodically produced a potion, handed it to me, and with a grip on my shoulder, warned, "This is powerful medicine and it must be respected. You take only a teaspoonful and then say ‘1-2-3'. When you do that, you will be more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you will be able to perform as long as you want."

I was encouraged. As he walked away, I turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"

''Your partner must say '1-2-3-4'," the shaman responded. "But when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon."

I was eager to see if it worked. I went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited Cara to join me in the bedroom. When she came in, I took off my clothes and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, I was the manliest of men. Cara was excited and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"

And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition.


Sorry folks, the teacher in me just couldn’t resist!!

My office fantasy - final chapter

We did it! We made it all the way to Friday! It seems like some weeks just go on longer than most. I hope this extensive Fantasy Friday has help you enjoy your week just a little more. This is the final chapter. You can find chapter one and chapter two by clicking on them. And be sure to go by The Secret Life of Andrades Girl to get more of her wonderful writing! Andrades thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday! I sure hope you will write more for us.

The Final Chapter

In my quiet corner, I pay attention to the thoughts darting thru my mind. I don't like to be alone with my thoughts I feel lonely and alone, I want him to hurry back and complete the discipline at hand. And then I am thinking just the opposite, I am dreading him coming back; can I handle the pain and all the sensations? Will I be able to remain still? Will I be able to submit and let go? Will he know when I've had enough? My heart is racing; I have Goosebumps all over my body. My body tingles everywhere and it's wet in all the right places. "Please hurry to my side" I pray.

After what feels like an eternity I hear footsteps coming towards me. He stands behind me, he takes the new implement from my hand and places it on the couch. He takes both my wrists and shackles them together in his hand way up over my head. I am swooning with desire, and fear. My bones have turned to liquid. I can barely stand up. His hand tightens around my wrists holding me in position. I lean back against him resting in his strength. He leans in very close to me, and whispers in my ear "I have a special treat for you my love". I open my mouth to ask "What?...", but he touches my lips with his index finger and gently parting them and just inserting the tip of his finger in my mouth and he purrs "Did I give you permission to speak?".

I gently shake my head no. "That's right my love, you need to learn to listen." He then lowers my hands and leads me to the end of our couch and gently lays me over the arm of the couch. He puts a pillow under my head and gently adjusts my body so that I am comfortable, and he is pleased with the position. He then takes my right arm and puts it behind my back so that my hand is resting on my behind. I feel him put something over my index finger, then my middle and then each finger until it is encased in a long glove. I can feel him lacing up this long glove with long laces that tickle my arms when he lets go of the lace. He places my arm down again resting against the back of my body, with my gloved hand resting on my bottom. He takes my left hand and slowly repeats the process. My body is on fire, my heart is racing, my breathing is quick and shallow; there is a tugging deep in the pit of my abdomen which grows deeper and lower with each passing second. I can hardly keep still. I want to ask a million questions, but I remain silent, trying to surrender my body to the sensations of the moment. When he is done with my left arm, he takes the long laces from both gloves and ties each glove together, not tightly, but enough to know that my arms will remain behind my back with my own hands lightly caressing my bottom. I take a deep breath to calm myself and the fear that sits within. Yet I am entranced, I do not want him to stop, I don't want the night to end…ever.

He picks up the leather crop that he tauntingly placed beside me on the couch and leans his face very close to my gently brushes my cheek with his lips and says "I love you with all my heart, my love. Tonight you belong only to me." He turns my head to face down into the pillow, so that I cannot see what is around me, and there is darkness now. And with that, he moves to stand behind me, he places one hand on the small of my back, and places the leather crop across my bottom to let me know that he is about to begin. My feet are shaking; my knees are bending, and then straightening gently rocking my body up and down. And then, I hear the air crackle as he whisks the crop across my cheeks, below my hands. I take in a sharp breath. But I vow to remain silent. He starts off gently, and slowly, and builds up speed and intensity. I can hardly keep up with all the sensations; the leather on my arms, the binding of my arms, his hand on around the small of my back, gently holding me in place, and the stinging of my bottom. I can only gasp occasionally. I can't even think anymore, swat…swat….swat…gasp, it all becomes one rhythm, as if he and I become one. The rhythm builds and builds, my body is hot and vibrating with sensation and excitement. I am wet and slick inside and the wetness builds and flows to my thighs. The rhythm continues…his hand at my low back hold deeper and stronger. I don't think I can take anymore, but I don't want him to stop. "Please…I am thinking…no stopping please don't stop". Faster and harder and deeper pressure…I cry out "Please Please…please..oh God " into my pillow, tears are pouring from my eyes making the pillow wet. He stops now, and there is only quiet.

He is standing behind me I can hear him un-buttoning his pants, the zipper coming down.. "oh god please hurry"…his warm legs against the inside of my damp thighs. His hands roam over my bottom, rubbing and massaging. I am moan louder now..."Please hurry!" "Shhhhh" I hear him whisper to me. Finally, I can feel the heat and the length of him entering me from behind, gently rocking…then pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. He leans over me holding my sides, pushing faster and harder, and now, there is no pillow, no couch, living room, no him, no me, only now, only just eternity. And that moment of perfection slowly ebbs away; he gently separates himself from me. He gently unties and unlaces my gloves, takes me by the hand and lifts me up to stand in front of him. He lifts my head with his hand and I look into his deep fathomless pools of power, emotion and love. "Tonight you truly became mine". I still cannot speak, so I just gently nod my head in agreement and we walk together arm in arm towards our bedroom.

~~~oo0oo~~~

That was great and we have another great story for next week but so far that's it folks. I need stories. I hope someone is writing! Send your contributions to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Office Fantasy - part 2

Isn't this great! I hope you are all enjoying Andrades story as much as I am. You can find part one here and tomorrow we'll have the conclusion for Fantasy Friday. Enjoy...

My Office Fantasy - part two

I stand by the chair waiting for him to come into the room. "Stand behind the back of the chair Catherine". I look at him, shivering, cold (and yes a little excited), teary eyed, and say, "I'm sorry". "Yes you will be sorry Catherine, now bend over the back of the chair." But I can't move, and I stand there and watch him un-buckle and remove his belt. I'm paralyzed now, and the tears are flowing, "Please I say, I really am sorry, can you just spank me with your hand PLEASE?" He takes me by my hand and gently bends me over the back of the chair. The leather feels cold against my skin. And before I can take a breath, SNAP!!!! And I can feel such a sting on my behind that my body jumps in reaction, and my hand covers my behind in protection. "Put your hand back down Catherine" And so I comply. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! I am crying hard now begging him to stop, trying to telling him how sorry I was that I was rude to him in between sobs. But he quietly continues to spank me with his belt. I kept putting my hands on my sore behind, and he says firmly" Catherine, put your hands back down, or it will be worse for you."

I feel his left arm on the small of my back, holding me down over the chair. "Now Catherine, you know there are no secrets between us right?" As he is speaking his hand runs up and down my bottom from the tops of my thighs to the small of my back, gently caressing my hot and sore bottom. Wetness and heat starts to build from deep inside me to down between my legs as he massages, giving me a chance to regroup a bit before he starts again. I don't want him to stop touching me; I want his hands to go everywhere. I want to feel his body pressed up close next to mine. The front of his warm strong body against the backside of mine, so close that I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. I can feel the thickness and hardness of his ...."Catherine!!! " "Yes sir!" I yelp, jerked back into reality by the harshness of his voice. Not wanting him to stop massaging me, I say "No, there are no secrets between us ever. No matter what." "What are you going to do the next time you bounce a check?". "I am going to tell you right away, so that you can help me and we can fix the problem together sir" I say quietly. I still after all these years together have trouble calling him sir, he feels my resistance and asks me to repeat myself. I feel my voice quivering, and I am humbled by my nakedness, position and these questions. "I will tell you right away sir" I repeat, close to tears again. "Keep still he says" and I hear him walking back down the hall towards our bedroom. I know now that we are far from finished this evening. When he comes back he stands me back up and hands me a lacy pink camisole, "Put this on my love" he says, "I don't want you to get a chill" What a gentleman! I am thinking, but I make no comment I just slip the camisole over my head. I see he has something in his hand as he walks me over to the corner.

As I am standing there with my nose feeling the cold wall, he hands me what feels like a stick with a leather handle and a leather tip that I have never seen or felt before. I am told hold it behind my back. I want to ask him about this new item, but I know that stillness, quiet and compliance is what he is wanting from me this evening. I can barely hold it in my hands as I hear him ask me "Now what do we think about cursing Catherine?" He is standing so close behind me, that I can feel the heat emanate from his body to warm mine. His warmth wraps around us both like a cloud, I want to sink into that warmth, and rest my body into his, but I must concentrate on his words. "I need to communicate properly, to express to you when I am upset and not to wait until I feel out of control." But it so hard to remain present and in the moment when in my hands is an implement that I have never seen or felt before. My mind almost spins out of control, until I hear his voice pull me back. "Yes Catherine that is correct, this is what you must practice, learning to control your impulses. Learning to trust me, to come to me with your concerns and fears, is something you still have to practice." And with those words, my body relaxes. "Think on this for a while Catherine my love" And with that - he walks off down the hall. I am missing the warmth and comfort of his body. I feel bereft; he is gone. A panicky feeling comes over me; a thousand thoughts go thru my mind. When will he come back? Will he make me wait a long time? What will this new leather "toy" feel like? I am so excited to think about it against my skin, and so scared. I feel cold and naked and very shy.

My office fantasy - part one

As promised this is a very special Fantasy Friday Week – and that is why it is starting on Wednesday. You won’t have to be guessing this week. This wonderful story is from Andrades Girl. Very early in the life of her blog she began this wonderful story. Andrades has the first two parts on her site but she is allowing me to republish them here. And then on Friday – the conclusion and that is brand new! Andrades is a fantastic writer. Be sure to go by and read all about how her life is changing. But meanwhile enjoy…

My Office Fantasy - Part one

As I have started down this road, on my journey of learning about spankings and submission and discipline. I have read some posts and stories about kneeling before your Man. I have been very intrigued by this image of kneeling.

I can even picture myself in our office, kneeling at my husband's feet, while he is working on his computer. Every once in a while, I get a little pat on my behind and he says "That's my girl, just a little while longer and the first part of your discipline will be over, and then we can commence to the second part". A trickle of anticipation & fear shivers thru my body as I wait for him to finish his work. As I am kneeling there trying to wait as patiently as I can, I can't help but let out a heavy sigh; but I see his foot tap in annoyance to this sound. So I try to kneel very quietly and calmly like the lady I know he wants me to be. But it's not easy.

FINALLY, the typing stops! He gets to his feet and his says "Well my girl, now it's time for the second part of your discipline. I hear him leave the room, but I do not get up because he has not given me permission to move yet. I think he walks in to our bedroom and I hear him rummaging around in there doing things, getting things, there are bottles and other items being moved about. He leaves the bedroom and I know that there is water running. But still he has not asked me to move, I remain kneeling. My anticipation grows, I can hardly keep still, yet I do not want to disappoint. Finally my time has come, there are footsteps back into our office and he takes me by the hand and guides me to our bathroom.

There are candles lit and he has drawn me a bath! Still he does not speak, so I remain quiet. Carefully and deliberately he turns my body to face him and he looks into my eyes, and yet still says nothing. He unbuttons my blouse and removes it, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. He reaches around behind me and unhooks my bra...and places it with my blouse. Still there is quiet, it seems to envelope us. He pulls me to him and briefly kisses my neck; he looks back at me again and smiles at me. A quiet smile as if he is pleased with me, with my behavior. My skirt now is being removed; he lowers it to the floor and helps me lift each leg very gently to step out of it. He is kneeling now before me and looks up to me, I can barely contain myself I am quietly shaking in anticipation.

He looks up at me with that same smile...very still, very quiet; almost cold. It's very disconcerting. The room is fragrant and warm with the golden glow of candle light, and yet my body cannot relax. Tingles run up and down my spine. He slides he hands up my thighs gently kneading, massaging. Rubbing up my inner thighs and stopping just when the heat between my legs truly starts. He stands up and carefully leads me to the edge of the bath, and holds my hand as I step into the warm fragrant bubbles. As I lay down in the water, gentle waves caress my body. There is just enough water to keep my body warm, but my breasts are exposed to him. My nipples were hard, begging for attention. He kneels down and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his tanned and powerful forearms. He picks up a wash cloth and gently runs it up and down my legs. I start to moan as he gets closer and closer to the tops of my thighs. "Hush my love" he says. "It's not quite time for you to speak yet." He continues to gently wash my body and my eyes start to close as my body finally relaxes. I hear him ask me "Now Catherine Anne, tell me; why are you being disciplined this evening?" My eyes fly open and stare at him. His tone is icy cold; I had thought the punishment was over...what was I thinking? A cold panic starts to creep over me. He continues to gently wash my body circling the washcloth over my nipples, and they are so hard and sore I can't concentrate. He looks me in the eye, waiting for my response.

As I lay there, my mind flashes back to the beginning of the weekend; when we were in Home Depot. It seemed as if we were there forever, as he was shopping for a new lawn mower for our yard. I was hungry and tired and I just wanted to go home. He could feel me start to fidget, and he went to take my arm and said "Catherine, not too much longer I've almost made up my mind and then we can go and have a nice lunch" But my nerves got the better of me and before I could stop myself, these words just popped out of my mouth "How frigging long does it take to pick out a damn lawn mower?" (I think I said frigging, but I'm not really sure now actually.) And worse for me I jerked my hand away and started to walk toward the kitchen and bath department to distract myself. But before I could get away he came up behind me and said "Catherine Anne, this is not the time or the place, we shall discuss this later when we get home". When I am called Catherine Anne, it's generally not a good thing. "You will wait calmly next to me" he growled quietly in my ear, "until I am finished shopping here and then we shall go straight home." As he was guiding me back to his side, his hand dropped down alarmingly close to my bottom, which caught my attention and I struggled to get my emotions back in control.

As I lay soaking trying to regain some composure I said to him; "Do you mean yesterday when I acted out at Home Depot?" "And what else Catherine Anne?" And still the wash cloth circles my nipples; I can barely breathe let alone think. ("What else? Darn" I think.) I try to concentrate on my breathing to help calm the panic slowly growing inside. I search my mind trying to remember what else I might have done to disappoint him. "Catherine Anne" he repeats, "What else?" And still the wash cloth is moving slowly over my body, making my skin tingle, but I am so nervous now I can't sink into the feeling and pure pleasure of his touch. "Well," I say stalling for time, I take a deep breath and say very quietly "Did I forget to tell you that I bounced a check this week?" "Yes Catherine Anne, you did forget to tell me." I take in a quick shaky breath and say "I meant to tell you but I just forgot." "You forgot Catherine?" "Well uhhhm sort of, I was going to tell you, but when you came home from work you went straight to the office, and I didn't want to disturb you and by bedtime I just sorta forgot." "I see" he says reaching for a towel, and draining the water from the tub. He takes my hand and helps me to stand, and begins to wrap me in the towel.

"Catherine Anne, go and wait for me in the living room please." He takes the towel from my body and hangs it up on the rack. I am shivering and slightly damp now. I have goose bumps all over my body. "Can I get my robe?" I whisper. "Hush now Catherine....go and meet me in the living room". Shaking from fear, cold and anticipation; I can barely walk to the living room and when I get there I see the chair sitting there in the middle of the room.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Come back tomorrow for part two!

Wake up call

I am back at work now and that means my morning begins with an alarm clock. I got a new clock about a year ago. I picked it out because it had an Ipod dock and I like music in the bedroom. Another good thing about it is that it has a gradual alarm. I like it coming on very, very quietly and I can quickly hit the snooze before it gets loud at all. I usually hit the snooze 3 times (about a half hours worth) but I want it to come on quietly – I’ll hear in. Of course if you don’t hit it fast it gets loud quickly!!!


But I really don’t like that clock because I can’t see the time! It’s just like this one and the whole number pad glows but the numbers don’t stand out well enough for me to read the time from the middle of the bed where Nick and I sleep. I had to crawl over to read the time – pain in the butt.

So for my birthday my sister got me one like this from across the room.




I love it. I knew I was going to have to learn how to set it and try out the alarm before Monday morning so Sunday afternoon I tried it out while I was putting away my laundry.

(Note here – new rule in the house, my laundry has to be put away within 24 hours of it coming out of the dryer. I merely made this as a suggestion to help me get a handle on it and what does my husband do???? He listened! Geeze, who expected that?! Anyway, I digress.)

The clock worked perfectly. It was easy to set the alarm and it also start off quietly. But it was still with a heavy heart that I went to bed knowing it would alarm Monday morning.

It seemed I had only be asleep an hour when it went off. I am quick as a snake to hit the snooze but when is did nothing happened. It kept alarming and rapidly getting louder. It had worked the day before!! What was wrong and why wouldn’t it shut up??



It was getting into some major noise now I was pushing every button I could find! It’s now going on loud enough to wake the dead. Nick jumps up and turns on the lamp to help me see and then the overhead light as I continue to beat the new clock.

Then somewhere through the daze two things dawn on me. It’s not the new clock but the old one that is alarming – I don’t even remember touching that one but somehow I must have turned it on by mistake. And the second thing was that it was 1:05 AM! Poor Nick, nothing like being wakened in the middle of the night for no good reason. It’s no problem for me I can go back to sleep anytime but it is not always as easy for Nick. Oh well I think I have it worked out right, the old clock off and the new one is on. If Nick wants to pay me back sometime – well I did give him a dog legged bath brush for Christmas. You never know!

Fantasy Friday - the Reveal

Wasn’t that a great Fantasy Friday? I just love a good brat especially when she has such a nice outfit to wear! Here is how the voting went – Mina got 44% of the vote, Jflame 25%, Pretty dd Girl got 19% and Eliane 13%.

But how many of you voted for the right author? Let me hear from you – our author was Jflame! Not only can this girl write fantastic Harry Potter Fan fiction she writes very hot spanking stories from the real world too! If you haven’t had the chance to visit her blog, JFlame’s Journey you have to start going by. Jay, thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday. I hope you will again.

This week is a very special Fantasy Friday – so special it begins on Wednesday. Please come by early and check it out. I want to thank everyone who has ever written for Fantasy Friday – this week will be the 60th story I have posted and it all your doing! You guys are wonderful for your support! I hope to hear from many more of you. All spankos have a story. We all had our fantasies before we came out to anyone – write it down! Send it in! We all want to hear it! Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

My Trip

There is a great Fantasy Friday story up for this week. Click here to read it and there is still time to vote too. Come back late Sunday to get the name of the author.

My trip to see my twin was wonderful! I would love to tell you of all the kinky things we did and how many spankings I got and how many I got to watch but in truth this was a family vacation. For the most part at least one of our kids was always around. I did get to see Eva get swatted a few times with the backscratcher – which is boldly hanging in the kitchen and Adam did swat me once with a kitchen whisk – their pup came to my defense at once. But other than that the trip was very vanilla.


Mollie hates for Eva and me to have a moment alone! She knows there is something more to our friendship that meets the eye. I don’t think she has any idea what it is but she knows there is something she is missing. Once Eva and I stepped into the other room and were talking quietly. Mollie turned to Nick and motioned for him to be quiet. When he gave her a questioning look she said “I am trying hear.” Nick laughed and said “Did it occur to you that the reason they went into the other room was so you wouldn’t hear?”



“Pish!” was Mollie’s reply. As if it was inconceivable that we would have something to say that she shouldn’t hear. Oh well we had a tiny bit of privacy when we walked the pup – when Mollie did accompany us! LOL!

But there were two main themes of this trip – playing game and eating. And you better believe we did both with gusto!! We played ‘Swap’ a card game with a lot of vanilla slapping going on. We played ‘Catch Phrase’, ‘Pictionary’ and ‘A to Z’. I loved them all. It was fun getting to know offsprings 2 and 3 better. Number 3 and Mollie are very much alike and they were fun to listen to. Number 2 will be presenting them with that granddaughter any time now. I think they are going to have to invent a new word – I don’t think ‘spoiled’ is going to cover it!!

The food, well I just don’t know what to say. Eva is the best cook ever. Both in quality and quantity! Not only were the meals fantastic she also had ever kind of Christmas cookies known to man.


And the finger food for New Year’s Eve – wow! Chicken strips, mushrooms, cheese sticks, pizza bites, shrimp, chips, sauerkraut with sausage, beef stick and cheese with crackers, various baked goods and one of my favorites – apple pie!! She had ribs for me Thursday night! She knows they are my favorite. I ‘bout didn’t leave and poor Mollie and Nick won’t get to eat so well until we go back.

It was a great trip. I am always happy when I can get together with my twin and Adam. We don’t swing from the chandelier, our visits are usually relaxing and calm and I love them. Even the weather was just what I ordered – perfect weather for the drive up. A beautiful snow all day the next day and back to good driving weather when we headed home.

Great vacation, great food, great weather, great friends – who could ask for anything more? Rumor has it that I go back to work Monday; at least I hope it’s just a rumor!

Fantasy Friday -Mrs. Claus

I have been with my Twin all this week. I wish it could go on forever but this Friday not only means time for a new story it also means we are headed home. I hope your Christmas has been a fine one and that you have many great memories. I love the holidays and I am very sad to see them come to an end. A large part of that is because I will be headed back to work on Monday. But I am not quite ready to let the good times go just yet, we have one more Christmas story to round out our Fantasy Friday holiday season.

Please enjoy...

Mrs Claus

Santa's Grotto looked fantastic this year. Bob had worked hard for three months to get it just right or maybe perfect would be a better description. The snow looked real, the Reindeer moved, the wolves howled, the music played merrily, the lights twinkled and the gifts were wrapped. All that was left to do was to move it to the front yard and wait for the kids.

Inside the house Mandy pulled the last tray of cinnamon cookies from the oven and set them on the wire rack to cool. She loved this time of year. Singing carols, buying and wrapping presents, decorating the house and tree, baking Christmas goodies and spending time with the family. It was all so magical and loving.

Glancing out of the large bay window, Mandy watched Bob and their twin sons as they moved the Grotto into its correct position. Come five o'clock the yard would be filled with the neighborhood kids all itching to see Santa and get their gift. Santa and one of his elves would be inside the Grotto, the other outside sending the kids in and Mrs Claus would be handing out hot chocolate to the kids and mulled wine to the adults accompanied by her cinnamon cookies.

At a quarter to five the yard filled up with excited kids and patient if not worn out parents. Mandy grabbed one of her girl friends to help with the drinks and was pleased when she saw the look on her face.

"Mandy, are you crazy? Bob'll do his nut if he see's you in that!" Spinning lightly in a circle to give her friend a better view, Mandy gave a mischievous giggle.

"Awww come on Chris, where's your sense of fun?"

Chris gave her a wide eyed look. " There's kids out there, Mandy!"

Mandy giggled again as she picked up a tray of cookies and flounced outside.

Ten minutes later saw a surprised Mandy heading back to the house for more cookies. Chris was in the kitchen filling up in drinks.

"The guys this year? They're really going for the cookies, hardly any of the women have taken any."

Chris raised her eyebrows and shook her head. Mandy could be really dumb sometimes.

Heading outside with a fresh batch of cookies Mandy noticed that most of the women were giving her strange looks and the men seemed to be staring at her constantly.

Spotting her brother in law she wandered up to him and offered him a cookie. He turned to take one and felt his chin hit his chest.

"Well John, do you want a cookie or not?" John didn't answer but instead took a firm hold of Mandy's elbow and steered her towards the grotto. Not knowing what to think Mandy tried to pull away from him and gave a little squeal when John tightened his grip.

"Quit it Mandy! Or I'll call Bob out here to see what he thinks of that suit!" John snapped fiercely.

At the Grotto Mandy's son gaped at the sight of his mom in the suit as John walked her straight past him and through the little green door to Santa's room.

Santa or Bob was just saying goodbye to little Susie when he heard footsteps on his other side.

"Merry Christ..... what in god's name?" Bob was momentarily paralyzed in shock at the sight that John had presented him with, but it didn't last long. Standing up slowly he walked past the two of them and open the door to speak to his son about not letting anyone in yet. Walking back to Johns side he glared at Mandy. "Has she been walking around like that outside?"

John nodded and left quickly to stand guard outside the door. It really wouldn't do to have a kid walking in to see Santa right now. Within minutes John and the rest of the neighborhood gathered there were treated to the sound of flesh hitting flesh and Mandy's high pitched squeals.

Bob sat in Santa's chair with Mandy bucking and writhing over his lap as his hand punished her cheeky butt over and over, or until her butt was as red as her skimp suit.

When her butt was the required color, Bob hauled Mandy to her feet, thrust the tray of cookies at her and led her outside.

"Get your fanny back out there and serve those cookies and remember Mandy, Santa gives a switch to naughty girls!" And with a final hearty swat which made her yelp he turned and went back inside leaving a red faced and red assed Mrs Claus to embarrass herself further.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Wish I had the body to pull off a stunt like that! But nope, not me this week. So who do you thing it might be? It could be Mina, in her neck of the woods it might be warm enough for that outfit! Maybe it's Eliane over at New to Spanking, I think she would get a kick out of an outfit like that! Then again it could be Pretty DD Girl, she is a good writer and maybe she had Christmas dream. Or perhaps it could be Jflame we know she has bratty streak in her she might be the one to pull this off. What do you think? Please vote, even if you haven't a clue it make me feel like someone is out there! LOL! Come back late Sunday night and I will reveal the author!

Meanwhile I hope you are out there writing. I would love a story from any of my blogging friends and I love to hear from those of you without a blog who are just looking for a place to get some feed back on that story in your head. So everyone, send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "Mrs. Claus"? Mina Eliane Pretty dd girl JFlame Current Results

The Reveal:

Wasn’t that a great Fantasy Friday? I just love a good brat especially when she has such a nice outfit to wear! Here is how the voting went – Mina got 44% of the vote, Jflame 25%, Pretty dd Girl got 19% and Eliane 13%.

But how many of you voted for the right author? Let me hear from you – our author was Jflame! Not only can this girl write fantastic Harry Potter Fan fiction she writes very hot spanking stories from the real world too! If you haven’t had the chance to visit her blog, JFlame’s Journey you have to start going by. Jay, thank you so much for contributing to Fantasy Friday. I hope you will again.

Beautiful!

We're here!! And guess what!!

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Hey y'all... Eva breaking in here. You need to know that PK is exaggerating just a titch with this picture of hers. First off, she did not, has not, will not shovel any snow while here with Adam and myself. For one thing, I love her too much to make her do that. For another, I LIKE to shovel it myself and for another....

Well, see, she wants you all to think she is riding out a true northern snowstorm/blizzard. I'm surprised she hasn't told you that she's snowed in, starving to death cuz she can't get out to the store, but sipping hot cocoa while the snow is flying.

Ha!!!!

What we got yesterday is NOTHING. I told her I'll send her pictures when we get a real round of snow. In the meantime, that picture above that she posted?? LOL It should have been more like this:

We're off!

I’m all packed and ready to crawl in the car in the morning. Mollie went skiing all day today (Monday) and she is staying up late so I imagine she will sleep most of the way tomorrow. Who am I kidding; I will probably sleep most of the way tomorrow! I love to sleep in the car, except for when I am answering Eva’s text asking me if we are there yet.

I love being able to have such good friends that I can take the whole family for a visit. I mean I know we met and began our friendship because we share the fact that we are spankos. But now that is just one of the thousands of reasons our friendship continues.

I am leaving one of my loved ones at home. I mean besides LJ, the cats, the dog and the chinchilla. I am leaving my computer behind. It makes me sad but this loved one is not well. I can see her age and I foresee the necessity of a replacement in the not too distant future. I got this laptop with in weeks of discovering blogs. She had a big, big hand in changing our lives for the better and I am grateful. Eva has a computer I can use and Mollie is taking hers. So I won’t have to worry about severe withdrawal. I fear being without a computer for a significant length of time (hours) if this one does die suddenly.

So I won’t be posting this week but next week I will be able to give you my version of this snowy, winter wonderland we hear so much about. We’ll see! But I do have Fantasy Friday all ready to go. Don’t forget to come by and check it out!!

Fantasy Friday - the reveal

I didn’t get to write yesterday as I usually try to do. It’s been busy but we did have a fantastic Christmas. The whole family got together. After Christmas morning here we headed to my sisters and we really had a great time.

Mollie went to the movies with her cousin yesterday afternoon giving Nick and me about 4 hours all alone and with nothing to do. Hmmm… what to do, what to do? Well thanks to CeeCi’s suggestion we did happen to have a couple of videos from Shadow Lane we hadn’t seen yet. You can’t imagine the wonderful things that that lead to! Very, very nice afternoon, I believe I can safely say ‘a good time was had by all!’

But I am going to be very busy today. We’re headed to Eva’s tomorrow!! Can’t wait! I can’t imagine a better place to spend New Year’s Eve than with my twin and Adam!! Daughters 2 and 3 will be there too. So if I am not around much you will still know that I am having a great time. I need to finish packing, take the dog to the kennel, take down the rest of the Christmas decoration, and clean out the car. And since Eva is cooking all week I need to lose another 5 or 6 pounds before we head up that way.



But on to why you really came by today. You want to know who wrote “The Helpful Husband”. I loved the story and I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. This week Carye and K each got 21% of the votes. Tracy got 14% but 43% of you thought I wrote it. Who me?? I don’t want cleaning instructions! Nope it wasn’t me; it was K from The Naughty Side of K! She did a great job with this story and she also does a super job on her site. If you haven’t had the chance to check it our please go there and encourage her to write more and more! K thanks for participating in Fantasy Friday!! You did a great job!!

Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas day! Mine was great, lot of food, lots of gifts, and lots and lots of family! And all of that is great but evidently you have stolen away for a few minutes to yourself and are looking for something a little spicier than Christmas cookies. And you have found it. We have a fantastic Fantasy Friday for you!

Please enjoy…

The Helpful Husband

Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.


So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots.

Kit

Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that.

Love you baby,

Joey

Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Now this is a good one. Maybe this would help many of us! So are you ready to vote?? Who wrote The Helpful Husband? Was is Carye - with her house hold full of kids maybe she is the one could use a helpful hand. Could it be Tracy - our own 'Anglebrat', but we all know she never has trouble getting all her house work done. It could be K, from the Naughty Side of K, could she be the one needing more encouragement. Or might it just be me, little old PK, although I never would need this kind of help, I could have still written it. Well don't just sit there - vote. Then back to your holiday festivities!

Fantasy Friday Survey

Who wrote "The Helpful Husband"? Carye Angelbrat K PK Current Results

The reveal -

You want to know who wrote “The Helpful Husband”. I loved the story and I really think the thought that went into it could have been expressed by very many of us out here. This week Carye and K each got 21% of the votes. Tracy got 14% but 43% of you thought I wrote it. Who me?? I don’t want cleaning instructions! Nope it wasn’t me; it was K from The Naughty Side of K! She did a great job with this story and she also does a super job on her site. If you haven’t had the chance to check it our please go there and encourage her to write more and more! K thanks for participating in Fantasy Friday!! You did a great job!!

Christmas memories

Don't forget to come back Friday - there is a wonderful Fantasy Friday coming up!


As I told you that we recently sold my parents home. This was the house I grew up in and loved dearly. My mother passed away in that house with Daddy and me at her side. It was always a very well loved home. But some of my fondest memories of living there are our Christmases in that house.

The house had a formal living room which my mother was very proud of. She had carpeted when I was about 9. Now days we wouldn’t think of covering up those beautiful hard wood floors with carpet but she loved it!



Of course the way I always played outside in the dirt it pretty much ended my going into the living room! Christmas was different – on Christmas she let me go in the magical living room, of course she let the dog in on that day too, so much for special treatment!

I loved how my parents did Christmas morning. When my sister and I awoke we made a bee line for our parent’s room. The two doors to the living room were firmly closed. As we clambered into their bed Daddy would grumpily tell us how he had been awakened in the middle of the night. You see every year Santa himself woke my father on Christmas Eve to ask him if the girls had been good and to see what we wanted for Christmas. As Daddy told it, Santa would come to my Dad’s side of the bed, shake him and whisper “Charlie, Charlie wake up.” Can you believe it?? Santa knew my Dad’s name!


Then came the really scary part as my Dad would tell Santa to go away and let him sleep. But Santa persisted trying to find out what we wanted. And my dad, in his sleepy state could never remember anything and would tell Santa that we wanted socks and underwear! Used to scare me to death!

Years late I would watch as he held Mollie and LJ on his lap and tell them of his late night visitor. Mollie about three and LJ seven stared at their granddaddy with huge eyes and opened mouths. Never had they been more impressed.

But back to our Christmas in the old house. As we finally got mom and dad to get out of bed it was daddy’s job then was to go into the living room alone to see if Santa had left anything. If Santa had left toys Daddy would turn the lights on, if he hadn’t then we would all go back to bed. The real reason for this was that Daddy had gotten an 8 mm movie camera when I was born and the attached lights were really 4 enormous flood lights! Daddy wanted to get them set up so he could take movies as we came in. Trust me when those lights came on the two little girls staring at the crack at he bottom of the door KNEW the lights were on and Santa had come!!


Christmas morning was so exciting – we entered the living room to a dazzling display created by two children of the great depression. Each year they made sure we had a Christmas the likes of which they could only have dreamed of in the 30’s. It was Mama and Daddy themselves that made the day so wonderful. I hope my children’s memories of Christmas are as wonderful as mine. And I hope all of you reading here are creating wonderful new memories this year!