Fantasy Friday, Long Overdue Accounting, part 2

I told you this was a great Fantasy Friday story!! If you missed the first part scroll down or click here to read it. I know you will like this next part. I'll let you know who wrote it tomorrow.

Long Overdue Accounting - Part 2

Vivian sat on the bed and thought carefully about her options. Her uncle had always been upfront about his belief that she needed to be spanked. Her parents had never believed in spanking and he respected their right to raise her anyway they saw fit and proper. She also knew her uncle loved her very much and for him to give her such an ultimatum meant he was at his wit’s end about how to help her out of this dilemma and make sure it never happened again.

But spanking? The idea seemed ridiculous but on some level a part of her wanted it. She shook her head, this was just too strange. Her options were clear, she either accepted her uncle’s terms or she had to find another place to live, which was not really an appealing idea at all. She loved living with Uncle J and she knew how much it meant to him.

So maybe the spanking thing wasn’t so bad. A few swats on her backside wouldn’t kill her after all. Lots of kids got spanked and they lived through it. His other demands also played on her mind. She knew she would be expected to really pay attention to her studies from now on, and she knew he would probably keep a closer eye. The worst part was she would have to tell Charlie and he would know she had lied to him easily and often. She sighed deeply, and didn’t feel very much like 24 at the moment. And it was at that exact moment that her decision was made.

Almost as if on cue there was a soft tap at her bedroom door. “Viv, are you ready to talk?”

She rubbed her hands together nervously, “Yes Uncle J come in, I am as ready as I will ever be. Her stomach fluttered and she gulped as the door opened. “Now Vivian” she scolded herself, “stop acting like a kid, just take this and get it over with.”

Her uncle came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He briefly rubbed her back, “So sweetie what have you decided.” He didn’t look angry or even upset, just concerned and loving.

She took a deep breath, “Ok Uncle J, we will do it your way. I agree to everything, but do you really have to...umm...spank me?” Her voice took on a much lower tone, “I promise I will do better and not mess up like this again. I really do feel badly about it already.”

There was a moment of silence and Uncle Jerry nodded silently, “Yes I know you do and that is one of the reasons you need this spanking my dear. I don’t want you feeling guilty and I want you to remember that there are consequences for behavior. This will help you remember to focus your attention. So Vivian stand up please right here in front of me.” Suddenly his voice had grown stern.

Vivian’s eyes widened but she did as she was told. It was then she saw what was in his right hand. It was an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. Panic flooded her as she realized maybe this was not going to be just a few swats on her backside. “Wwwwait Uncle J, what is that for? Surely you aren’t going to…?” Her voice died off as her uncle rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes, young lady, that is exactly what I am going to do. I know you have never been spanked but you have had one coming for a long time. I intend to do a thorough job. You know me well enough to know I would never, ever cause you injury, but spankings hurt, and believe me this one will be one you will remember. Otherwise there is no point in my doing it. Now Vivian, drop your jeans please.” He knew this would be difficult for her and was prepared to wait until she was able to do it on her own. The intent of this was not to put her into a panic or terrify her, but he did mean to teach her.

Now as far as Vivian was concerned things were getting a bit out of hand. Lower her jeans? In front of her uncle? And, oh my God, how much would that hairbrush hurt on just her panties. The few swats scenario was now long gone. She began to protest but her words died as she saw the determined look on her uncle’s face.

Her face colored bright red as she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Her blouse came down low enough to cover her panties so she felt like she had some dignity left…but not much.

Before she could get another thought together her uncle reached out and took her hand. “Viv, I want you to lay over my lap, I am not going to pull or yank you. You will do it on your own, but I can help guide you if you are nervous.”

Now along with her fluttering stomach, the lump in her throat came a dry mouth that could barely utter the whispered, “Yes.” She let her uncle guide her over his lap and there she was at 24 years old, over her uncle’s knee, with her pants down and her backside up in the air covered only by sheer white panties.

Uncle Jerry cleared his throat, “Young lady, in a moment I am going to give you a spanking you won’t soon forget. I am so disappointed in what you have done. Ignoring your studies, not paying attention, and not telling the truth. This is beneath you Vivian. You are a fine, intelligent young woman with no excuse for acting this way. Have you got anything to say about this?”

With eyes full of tears at her uncle’s words she blurted out, “Oh Uncle J I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to let you or myself down.”

Her uncle’s voice was soft, “Is this what you deserve Vivian?”

And she found herself feeling that she indeed did deserve this. She cried very softly, “Yes Uncle J it is, I know you wouldn’t do it unless I deserved it.”

Of course in the position she was in she could not see the loving smile on his face. But she could feel his hand pulling down her panties. No, no wait this could not be right. Her panicky voice squeaked out, “Nooo oh don’t do that. Not on my bare backside, oh no please.”

“Yes that is how it is done and will be done. Once you agreed Vivian you left things in my hands literally and figuratively. But I will give you one last chance to change your mind. I don’t want you to feel forced into this punishment.”

What kind of choice was this? Being spanked on her bare bottom or having to go apartment hunting. She resigned herself to her fate. “No I won’t change my mind but this is scary you know.” She could feel her body tremble slightly.

“I know it is and it should have been done long ago, so I think maybe we need to start now and get it over with.” With those words her uncle gripped her firmly around the waist and began to spank her bottom, with his hand, from one side to the other.

The spanks were hot stings, much more than the swats she had imagined she would get and on her bare skin they soon were really burning.

In between spanks her uncle spoke to her reminding her, “You are going to get your mind back on your studies young lady. No more parties unless work is finished.” Every two or three words was accompanied by a sharp spank that soon had her gasping. “And I don’t ever want to find out you have been at the bars when there is work to be done. Do you understand?”

By now Vivian’s legs kicked with each spank and ouches, ows, and yelps came out of her mouth unintentionally. “Yes I understand, I promise, no more goofing off, honest….”her voice rose at the end of the sentence. But her uncle wasn’t done.

“I know you believe what you say is true Vivian but I don’t think we are quite there yet.”

Tears were starting to slide down her face. Her uncle had been such a softy all her life whenever she cried, but obviously this was different. “Oh please Uncle J, it hurts so much, I really mean what I say.”

Her uncle gripped her waist a little more tightly and put one of his legs over both of hers. “I am going to make sure we don’t have to go through this again anytime soon. That is what the hairbrush is for. This hairbrush has spanked a number of badly behaved young ladies and usually has the effect of keeping this close in their memory.”

Without another word and before Vivian could protest, the hard wooden hairbrush landed across her bottom with a resounding smack. She could not hold back the howl that came out on its own.

The first smack was followed by a flurry of them, sometimes all in one place, sometimes from side to side. Her bottom felt like it was going up in flames.

“Oh God Uncle J, stop please, no more, I promise I will do as I should”, she sobbed out the words. As the spanking continued her hands covered her eyes and her body lay limp over her uncle’s lap. She sobbed like a little girl.

Then as quickly as it began, it ended. Her uncle turned her over and held her close. “There now sweetie, it’s all over. I forgive you and most importantly you can forgive yourself.” He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. She cried on his shoulder as she had as a young girl when she had hurt herself or been upset about something.

She gulped back her sobs, her bottom burned like fire. “I am so sorry Uncle J, and I love you. Thank you for letting me stay here after I messed up so badly.”

Her uncle looked at her solemnly, “Vivian, when I said you were forgiven, I meant it. This is over now. The only thing you have to deal with is not being honest with Charlie. That is for the two of you to hash out. But I do hope I don’t have to do this again.”

She shook her head slowly, “No you won’t, I promise to put the effort into my work that I should. I am far too old to be acting this way.” She stood up and reached for her panties. Suddenly she realized how exposed she was.

“Wait a minute sweetie; lay down on your bed for a second on your stomach.”

At the fearful look on her face he smiled reassuringly, “No it’s not more spanking but your bottom needs some TLC.” He took a bottle of aloe lotion off her dresser. I don’t want to embarrass you any further; the spanking did enough of that so you can put this on yourself if you would rather.”

Vivian nodded and took the bottle from him. He looked into her eyes. “You have always been my favorite Viv, which is why it hurts me so much when you hurt yourself. Do you understand?” He rubbed her back gently.

The tears started flowing again and this time he wiped them gently off her face. “Ok then sweetie, you put some lotion on. It won’t take the sting away but it will help your skin. Then when you are ready, you put yourself back together and come downstairs so we can talk about this a bit more.”

He left the room and Vivian started to pour some lotion into her hand. The first touch on her burning skin made her hiss through her teeth. Nothing had ever felt like this, but she also was not angry or upset. In fact she felt much better than she had since she had found out her grades earlier in the afternoon. And her uncle had forgiven her for such immature behavior. She closed her eyes and rubbed the lotion in gently. It did soothe the burn somewhat but oh how it stung.

When she finished she stood up and tugged her panties up over the very sore skin of her backside. But before pulling up her jeans, she decided she had to review the damages. She stood in front of the full length mirror inside her closet door and turned around. Looking back over her shoulder, she pulled down her panties. Her eyes opened wide. The skin was bright red with deeper red marks the shape of the brush on the middle of both sides. Uncle J had been very thorough. She pulled up her panties and jeans which now were extremely uncomfortable.

She stopped in the bathroom to rinse of her face and blow her nose. She was a mess. After her talk with her uncle she would definitely need some time to clean up before Charlie came over. Her hands flew to her face, Charlie, oh no she had promised her uncle to come clean about everything. And he was sure to notice she was sitting, well, a bit gingerly. What would he say about all this? Suddenly the feeling of dread was back. Could Charlie ever forgive her?

Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the conclusion of "Long Overdue Accounting"

Fantasy Friday, Long Overdue Accounting

Just a quick note before Fantasy Friday about my last post. For everyone who commented or emailed - thank you ! No one can fix the problem, I'm afraid there is just no real solution. I know many of us are in the same situation - different jobs perhaps, but basically the same problems. Having a place to rant about it and having support out here made me feel so much better. I may have the need to rant about it again from time to time so I don't explode at work and I appreciate you all giving me a safe, understanding place to do it. Now on to important things!


Finally Friday and we have all survived another week. This is another repost but it is one of my favorites. Let me tell you there is a really big treat for you this weekend! This is a three part story. But I will put it all up this weekend. I hope this one is going to keep you coming back.

Sit back and enjoy, this is a good one!

Long Overdue Accounting

Vivian walked glumly from Altgeld Hall to her car. It was a windy, cool evening in late spring but she hardly noticed the lovely scent of the air or the fresh breeze. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her.

Alright, truly “happened” to her was the wrong term, what she had allowed to happen was far more accurate. Although Vivian was 24 years old she was a freshman at the University. This past fall had been her first semester. She was so enthused about finally going to school after working full time since high school graduation to save up the money to at least get started. She knew she would have to take out loans as well but she also had help from a well loved source.

Her Uncle Jerry lived in the same Midwestern town that the University was located in. They had always been close throughout her childhood, even though Vivian’s family lived some distance away from him. Uncle Jerry and Aunt Carol had a special place in Vivian’s heart and she knew she did in theirs as well. When Aunt Carol had passed away five years ago she knew it left her uncle not only grieving but very lonely. She had made sure to keep in touch and visited him as often as she could. When Vivian had revealed to him her plans for school he enthusiastically offered her free housing. He certainly didn’t like rattling around his house alone and his favorite niece would be more than welcome.

She remembered the phone conversation vividly.

“Well I don’t know Uncle J, I mean I have never lived on a college campus, it might be fun. You know a new experience.”

“Oh yes I have no doubt it would be that for sure. But sweetie, you don’t need all that nonsense at your age. This is your shot at what you want and I will do all I can to help you. I think a quiet, peaceful place to live will make a world of difference. You can spend lots of time with the new friends you make, but I know you Viv and you will need to focus your attention to keep up with pace of college work. Remember your first year in high school.”

Vivian rolled her eyes as her uncle talked. Oh did she ever remember her freshman year. She had been so taken with the newness of the experience that her classes had taken a back seat to everything else. She had failed two classes that first year. Her parents were beside themselves with worry. They had sent her to summer school to make up the work and hired tutors to help with her studies. But she also remembered her uncle’s response to the situation. When she went there for a visit after summer session both he and Aunt Carol had sat her down for a talk.

The talk had been very stern, but as always kind and loving. They told her they were disappointed in the choices she had made. When she tried to explain that she just needed some extra help her uncle shook his head. “No way sweetie, you are as sharp as they coe. But you have always been easily distracted from your responsibilities and no one has ever taken the time to help you deal with that. You are the sweetest, most loving niece an aunt and uncle could want but you can be very undisciplined about your life. And I love your mom and dad dearly but, Vivian, they have gone too easy on you for too long. I suspect what you need is a long session over a knee with a hairbrush, but I am not your dad and I can’t take away his rights and responsibilities.”

She remembered crying at her uncle’s words and promising to do better. It was also shocking to hear he thought she should be spanked. She had never been spanked and she was way too old for it now. But a certain spark ignited in her mind that was always there from that point on.

And she certainly had done somewhat better once she had learned how to balance her social life and school; everything had worked out just fine. Unfortunately it had not worked out fine enough for her to get any scholarships or grants but her parents were pleased that she never failed another course. Deep down inside she knew that had she put more emphasis on courses and less on socializing her grades could have been top of the line, assuring she would get financial help for college.

But she was determined to go to school and her parents promised to help as much as possible. So Vivian had worked two jobs for the next six years getting the finances together. Both her parents and her aunt and uncle praised her hard work and determination.

And Uncle Jerry’s offer was more than kind and certainly would help with finances since he refused to hear anything about her paying rent, at least in money. He had, however, laid down some conditions. “You can help me out around the house, honey, which would be so appreciated. But Vivian I expect you to put the emphasis on your schoolwork. Your parents are investing money they have saved for a long time. You worked your butt off for six years and I don’t want to see that going down the drain. Is that clear?”

Vivian was more than a little surprised at her uncle’s stern tone. After all she was an adult, not a child any longer. But she had agreed to all his terms in a very subdued voice.

First semester had gone just great. Vivian loved the campus and the newness of the environment. Most of her classes were fine, nothing she couldn’t handle. The one math class she had, she worked as hard as possible. It was her most difficult subject. But she was rewarded with a B. All her grades had been A’s and B’s. It was a real toss up to decide who was more excited, her parents or her Uncle. He had hugged her hard, kissed the top of her head, “I knew you could do it sweetie, I knew it.” She basked in his praise.

Unfortunately second semester was not as successful as first semester. First of all, Vivian was developing new friendships. She spent lots of time at campus events and sometimes bar hopping, which she knew her uncle didn’t like. Her classes were ok except for one. She absolutely hated Geology. Why in the world she ever chose it was anyone’s guess. She remembered thinking she had to have another science course to meet her General Education requirements. She had shrugged and just picked it because it sounded less challenging than some of the others. But it turned out to be difficult and boring. She hated even looking at the textbook, much less reading it.

Vivian also started dating Charlie. They had met at the Student Union one day when it was really crowded and he asked if Vivian minded him sharing her table. One look at his smiling face and she hadn’t minded at all. Charlie was an older student too. He was 28 and in graduate school. They had started dating almost immediately and Vivian found herself more and more attracted to him with each date. What was even better was Uncle Jerry totally approved of him and even encouraged the relationship. The two of them got along as if they were old friends. And sometimes Vivian couldn’t help noticing how similar they were.

Charlie also kept at Vivian about her class work. Sometimes this got pretty annoying and so she easily lied, telling him she had aced papers and tests that she had gotten much lower grades on. But she figured it really was none of his business anyway. He also made sure the two of them only went out on the weekends so that she could study during the week. At times he came over to the house, but it was reserved for study dates and Charlie would not give in on that point at all.

And now this had happened. She got in her car and slumped down in the seat. She had just gotten a look at the posted grades. She had gotten one B, two C’s, and she had actually failed Geology. How would she ever explain this to her uncle and her parents, much less Charlie who had been led to believe all her classes were going so well? She laid her head on the steering wheel and let the tears drip down her face. She was so ashamed of what she had done. And now she would certainly have to take an extra summer session course which she was not looking forward too.

She sighed and started the car. She might as well get home and get the bad news over with. She could hardly stand the thought of her Uncle Jerry’s disappointment and disapproval. Her parents would once again be in a panic about how to help her and, worst of all, Charlie would know she had lied to him.

As Vivian pulled into the driveway, her uncle was sitting on the porch with a glass of ice tea. He smiled broadly and waved as she got out of the car, “Hi there sweetie, how was your day.” But his face changed to pure concern as he watched his niece drag her feet across the lawn to the porch. He could see she had been crying and was immediately concerned. “Vivian, what is it, are you hurt? What’s happened? Sit down here.”

Vivian dropped into one of the porch chairs and looked at her uncle with misery in her eyes. “Oh Uncle J, you won’t believe what’s happened. I don’t know how I let it get this far, I surely didn’t mean too. But my grades…..” and she burst into tears.

Her uncle let her cry for a few minutes, “Alright now Viv what about your grades?” I know you have been doing a lot of partying but I assumed you were staying on track. What’s happened?”

She poured out her story of how boring Geology was and how hard it had turned out to be. Finally she got to the point where she had to tell him the final fact. She hung her head in shame as she told him what her grades were. Especially the last one, the F in Geology.

Vivian expected a very stern lecture but instead she looked up to see her uncle with a calm, yet determined look on his face. “Sweetie, I want you to go up to your room, I will be there in a few minutes and we will discuss this.”

Now this was confusing, discuss what. There was nothing to discuss. She couldn’t undo what she had done. Nevertheless she looked at his face and decided not to argue the point. She went up to her room and sat on her bed with a forlorn expression on her face. She knew she also had a date with Charlie tonight and would have to tell him as well.

Soon there was a knock at her bedroom door and Uncle Jerry came in and sat down next to her on the bed. He gave her a hug which she returned. Then he sighed, “Vivian I have just talked to your dad. I told him what happened.” Vivian dropped her head in her hands and groaned. “Honey we both love you but we are very disappointed in what you have let happen.” She was about to protest that it was not her fault but her uncle held up his hand. “Don’t bother Vivian; be honest with yourself and me. You know you failed that class because you didn’t put the effort in and you were distracted with too much socializing. I had hoped Charlie would help you stay on track but I guess he didn’t know what was going on now did he?” Vivian shook her head as her cheeks flamed red. She could never hide a thing from her uncle, well at least not for long.

“I knew this semester was not going as well as the first but I figured you were an adult and could handle the responsibility. I should have kept a closer eye and it’s a shame I didn’t but what’s done is done. Now we have to deal with it. I told your dad what I intended to do and he reluctantly agreed. Of course you are the adult now and the final decision will be yours.”

Vivian was totally confused. “Are you kicking me out Uncle J?” There was a note of panic in her voice. She couldn’t believe he would do that.

“No sweetie I am not, but I am putting a condition on your staying here. First of all you come clean with Charlie, you have been lying to him all semester, secondly you will put your schoolwork first before you go out with friends, and the final condition is that you accept the consequences for what you have done.”

Her face mirrored her confusion. What consequences, the F was the consequence.

Uncle Jerry looked at her quite seriously, just as he had when she had failed those two high school courses. “Vivian the consequence I think you need and deserve is the spanking you have had coming to you for years now.” He sat and let the realization of what he had said sink in. The shock on his nieces face was evident. He knew it would be. But he also understood her very well. He believed this was the help she needed to get back on track.

Vivian gasped. This was an absolutely ridiculous idea. A grown woman being spanked by her uncle? What could he be thinking of? But at the same time she also had a deeper feeling inside of her. She knew she deserved something but was this it? She also knew her uncle loved her unreservedly and was trying to look out for her welfare. But still, spanking? “But Uncle J I have never been spanked, I mean I have been grounded and stuff like that but spanked, that’s for little kids.”

“No that is for anyone who deserves and needs it. And I am convinced you meet both of those qualifications. You wasted precious time and resources, took chances on losing this shot at school you worked so hard for. I want to be sure this doesn’t happen again. So Vivian the choice is yours. You either tell Charlie, live by the rules I set down, and accept this spanking or, honey, you will have to find a room or apartment. I can’t watch you fail and I can’t help if you don’t let me. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Just let me know and we’ll take it from there.” He gave Vivian a hug and left her sitting on the bed in her room.

Her mind was now in turmoil. A spanking? How could she submit to that? But she wondered why she was even considering it. She could have said no immediately. She had to make a decision and make it now. She knew Charlie was coming over tonight and if she agreed to all of this she would have to tell him the truth and he would probably find out what her Uncle had done. Oh what a mess she had made. She held her head in her hands and tried to think.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Come back tomorrow for the next part of the story!!!

Debbie Downer

I wasn't going to post this. I sent a more detailed version to some friends last night but since it seems so big in my life right now and my blog is about everything I thought I would post this abbreviated version. I found that just sharing with some folks last night really did make me feel better.

I feel down. It has nothing to do with Nick. We’re doing great. I’m very happy at home. I know most of my problem is my job. I used to love it so much. I still love teaching. I enjoy my students. I miss teaching the way it used to be. Back when I could teach, back when teachers could use ‘teachable moments’ for thing other than The Standard Course of Study, back when I was respected and valued as a professional. It’s all gone now.

I wrote a post at the beginning of the school year saying I was not going to let it get to me this year the way it did last year. And I’m trying so hard to fight it off. But it’s like working in the ocean and promising you won’t let it get you wet. I guess every profession is seeing something like this, more regulation and documentation than productive work. I sometimes wonder how well my students might do, how much progress they could make if all my time and energy could go into teaching them.

I feel like most of my energy is going into attending meetings – meetings where teachers (who no longer want to be in the classroom teaching) are telling me how to teach. They are telling me how I’m going to be evaluated. They are telling me that I have to document everything I do or say. And they are making me feel as if I am incapable of doing the job I’ve done for 20 years. You can’t see a career you love completely change without feeling very, very sad.

I try to leave all this at school. I really do and I resent it crowding over into my real life. My real life is the best it’s ever been and that’s what I want to think about at home. I’m trying – I’m going to keep trying but when I do seem out of it and quiet, you’ll know where my mind is.

Friday Afternoon

Friday is the day I weigh in. I had worked hard at the gym and I had worked pretty hard at not eating to so I had high hoped that I would have some loss. Didn’t happen. I was up 2 tenths of a pound. Now Nick is probably more realistic about weight gain than I am, so as screwy as our scales are he gave me a pass. But he did make a comment that I need to lose this week – I don’t want to have to be in bed by 11:30!

But Friday afternoon was pretty good. Mollie was babysitting. I usually feel like I’ve made a great escape by the time I get home on Friday afternoon so I usually unwind on the computer. After relaxing a while Nick asked me if I had plans for the next hour or so, I didn’t.

The first thing he did was hand me my blindfold and ask me to put it on. When I did he helped me to my feet and undressed me right in the living room. It was a little on the cool side – we haven’t turned the heat on yet. But he took me for a nice hot shower for two and that felt wonderful!

Next he gave me a full body massage. Carefully covering parts of me with towels to make sure I didn’t get cold. Oh boy, it felt good. But while I was all mellow – that was when he brought out our new toy and had one issue he wanted to discuss with me.

This is the new toy I ordered. I kept hearing everyone talking about the dogging bat and I just wanted to try one. I really like it! I did tell Nick we won’t be calling it by its other name, the Pig Slapper – just don’t want to go there! LOL!

The issue he wanted to discuss was that I got in bed 10 minutes late Thursday night, 10 lousy minutes. I had gotten there on time for 6 nights. I thought he was asleep when I got in bed but apparently he pays more attention than I thought. Anyway he was in a good mood but I did get my butt spanked for being late that one time.

After that he was back to more rubbing and massaging. I was feeling great and then he decided to shave me. I love that! I had never shaved the kitty until I came out to Nick. But the more we read about it the more we had wanted try it. So we tried it for the first time several years ago and I like to stay shaved. I have never shaved myself thought – that’s Nick’s job.

The afternoon continues in a lovely fashion. Toys, vibrators, kissing, touching, loving… I can’t give you all the details but I can tell you that before the afternoon was over I was asking Nick if we could turn the A/C back on!!

I still have lots on my mind but this is a busy week. Hope to be back before Fantasy Friday. We'll see.

Thoughts on dominance and submission

My computer troubles continue. I'm on Nick's now. I can't get the cord to stay in to keep mine charged. Grrrrrrrrr... I am planning on getting another one soon. CeeCi did some research for me and tells me Windows 7 is coming out on October 22 so I think I will at least hold out until then. That is if Nick will continue to share with me.

Now for my thoughts...

I’m not submissive. I never have been. That’s okay Nick never wanted me to be. I thought I was/wanted to be submissive. I grew up on that fantasy. Cassie’s Tom was my dream man. But that is were it all needs to stay in my dreams/fantasy. Nick is real life and he is exactly what I need.

I spent the first few years after I came out hoping, wishing, and waiting for us to begin DD relationship. But it just didn’t ever seem to happen. Nick is the very best at fun, erotic spanking but the discipline that I always dreamed about just never really materialized. He has come close at times, at least with the whole get healthier life style and for a few other important things. But he is never going to be the kind of husband to ‘punish’ me for anything.

Like I’ve said before I don’t do much to be ‘punished’ for. I don’t act bitchy and fight with him, I don’t over spend, I don’t … hmmm… what do wives get spanked for in real life? Well, what ever these things are, I must not do them. It may not sound exciting but we are as comfortable together as an old pair of shoes. And the things I do that might bug someone else just don’t bother Nick.

Many times I’ve asked for discipline and he has made a half hearted effort. It annoys him when I leave a pile of clothes at the end of the bed. He doesn’t like it when I leave my socks by my chair instead of taking them back to the laundry. And he doesn’t like it when I leave my laundry sitting around for day instead of putting it away. Sometimes he would mention it and occasionally he would even spank me for it but I knew he was never really serious.

So while I knew these little things bothered him I also knew he wasn’t going to “do” anything about it so after a day or two of trying to keep on top of these things I eventually blew it off. It was something Kaylynn said to me in an email that really got me thinking. She said “You aren’t doing these things because he’ll spank you if you don’t; you’re doing them to show him that you love him and respect him.”

Wow…

I think that comment made this life style more realistic than anything else I had heard out here. I’ve been doing better on all theses things. Nick may not ever have noticed yet but I’ve really been trying.

I'm still thinking about all this so I will continue my rambling thoughts later this week if the computer situation works out. Nick and I also had a wonderful Friday afternoon that I would like to tell you about. In fact now that my computer is shot I suddenly have many, many post I can think of to write. Go figure!

Fantasy Friday, I said you'd be sorry...

Happy Friday! I am enjoying this wonderful first weekend of Fall! There is no nicer or prettier time around here. In addition to the great weather news I am happy to tell you that we have a brand new Fantasy Friday today! I am so happy that people are still writing. Now let's get this weekend started off right. Please enjoy...

"I said you'd be sorry..."

He laid his hand lightly on her buttocks. Then raised it and brought it down with a loud smack. The print of his hand appeared quickly against her pale skin. Again and again, alternating sides, he brought down his palm. The smacks echoing loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Rebecca would let out a small gasp. He worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and even, then moved down to her upper thighs. The first smack brought a gasp from his wife, the second, a low groan. Another smack, and another. She was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard smacks to the upper right thigh, and she let out a soft "ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she let out a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing his hold around her waist, he moved his hand up to her buttocks once more, spanking in an even pattern. Then he paused, resting his burning hand on her hot skin. She was breathing hard. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of a dog barking.

Her entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally stopped and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, she hadn't realized how shallow her breathing had been during the spanking, but now, she found herself panting for air. She shifted on his lap, moving against his thighs. She was so absorbed that she was caught unaware when a searing pain shot through her.

"You didn't think I was through, did you. I said you'd be real sorry for clever-mouthing off in front of your friends and it's not the first time you've done it. If they could see you when I'm finished and you're sobbing your apologies I doubt if they'd think you were quite so clever.''

He raised the paddle he'd been keeping at his side, bringing it down with a thunderous crack. Rebecca yelped, her legs stiffening and kicking, her body twisting. Another crack brought a choking cry. He wielded the paddle raising it sufficiently, then bringing it down with sharp flicks of his wrist. He peppered her backside with stinging blows until her cries became hoarse. Then he moved to the tops of her thighs, lightening the blow, but still delivering a loud Crack! with each one. She struggled, but he held her firmly in place. Finally, he delivered four extra hard swats to the underside of each cheek which left her kicking and sobbing, then laid the paddle aside.

Rebecca's mind was overflowing with pain. She couldn't think further than the blistering heat radiating through her backside. She sobbed, then her husband's hand struck the underside of her bottom, already medium rare from the paddling, and pain exploded through her again as her husband's hand finished her off. Heaving and sobbing, she was vaguely aware of the spanking ending, and a less savage hand caressing her flaming cheeks.

He took her in his arms and held her close, comforting her gently against him, letting her know it was all right. Later when the sobbing stopped, he would kiss her cheeks where the tears had dried, whisper softly that is was all over now and she was his good girl again and he would feel her body respond and hear the tiny murmur from her throat, and he would relish the gratitude he knew his punished wife would eagerly to bestow on him.

~~~oo0oo~~~

This wonderful little story was written by one of our favorite blogger - Ronnie, of Heart and Soul. I love Ronnie's real life accounts of her spankings and I love her fiction too. Be sure and drop by her place for more of her great writing. Thanks Ronnie for helping keep Fantasy Friday going.

And come on everyone! There have been very few new stories lately, break down, give it a try. You know you want to!! So start writing and send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Who knew there was a real club?

Just a note - my computer is acting up and so is my internet. I'm getting emails days after they were sent and I am not getting some that folks tell me they have send. Not sure all mine are getting out. So if you've emailed and I haven't answered I'm sorry. Hope it all clears up soon.

Last night Mthc stumbled across this link while on an unrelated search. The title caught her attention and so she passed it on to me. I love it!! Some times we may think our desires are unusual but apparently the desire has been around a long time. This was on the front page of the LA Times on January 26, 1938 – nearly 72 years ago! I guess there is nothing new under the sun!

Wives of Spanking Husbands
Form Girls’ Auxiliary to Club

SIOUX FALLS (S. D.) Jan. 25 (AP) — Wives of Spanking Husbands’ Club, organized in Sioux City, Iowa, and parent organization of fifty-nine such clubs throughout the nation according to its own figures–reached out for another slice of territory today. The Iowa housewives who consider it a mark of esteem for their husbands to wield a disciplinary hairbrush once in a while, announced plans today for a junior auxiliary–Daughters of Spanking Parents.

ELIGIBLE GIRLS

A letter received here from Sioux City and signed “Rita Rae, general delivery,” told of plans for the new organization for which she claimed an initial membership of seventeen. Any girl above the age of 11 years is eligible to join, Mrs. Rae wrote.

“We think all parents should spank their daughters when they don’t behave,” Mrs. Rae wrote.

“Some girls won’t admit it, but the really know it is better to get spanked than scolded and nagged. Spanking creates a better understanding between parents and daughters.”

MERELY SPANKED

Mrs. Rae is the president of the Wives of Spanking Husbands, which was organized last June 26 under the broad-minded slogan “Spare the hairbrush and spoil the wife.”

“Our husbands don’t beat us,” the Sioux City woman was careful to explain. “They just turn us over their knees and give us a good sound spanking.”


Wonder if the club is still around and if so where do I sign up?

Gradituesday and Diet news

Today I am very grateful for the fabulous fall weather that appeared this weekend and seems willing to stay for a while. Fall is such a wonderful time of the year and I live in a beautiful area to view the changing leaves!



Now for the diet update – I lost 1.6 pounds this week. Mostly from the night I peed all night I guess, but I did work out at the gym too! Nick has asked that I try to get to bed earlier. I am a true night owl. I am worse than a little kid about not wanting to give up the day. But he says that studies show that getting more sleep helps with weight loss. So because of that and because he asked I’ve been working on it. Of course early for me is before midnight.

After he got back from his trip this weekend he told me “Now if you don’t lose again this week your bedtime goes to 11:30.” Geeze he could have told me before he left me here on my own for an eat-fest weekend! But at as much as I like staying up I like Nick telling to be in bed by a certain time. I’m trying, old habits are hard to break but I’m trying.

Yeepie!!!

He’s home!! And the temperature has dropped to absolutely perfect cuddling weather! What more could you as for?


Well to answer that question – we would have the house to ourselves; we could be far enough away from Mollie’s room so he could really warm my bottom before we went to bed to start cuddling; we could both be off work tomorrow so we could sleep late as we cuddled and then make mad passionate love when we gradually woke. Oh well, it gives a goal we can work toward together!

Hope everyone out here has a great week!

Good news, bad news

I want to post but it’s pretty quiet around here this weekend. Nick has gone off with the guys on a golfing weekend. Now that’s good news and bad news.

Good news – I have a weekend of quiet solitude. Everyone needs some time alone to do exactly what they want to do. And I have enjoyed that.

Bad news – I miss Nick. I have to sleep alone and I don’t like it. I just miss him being here.

Good news - I miss Nick. I have to sleep alone and I don’t like it. I just miss him being here. The reason that this is good news too is that I couldn’t have really said it during most of my marriage.

Bad news – I haven’t used my time alone to write as much as I wanted to. I do have story ideas I just can’t seem to get started.

Good news – A friend is working on a new Fantasy Friday story and got to read just a bit of it. Not sure when it will be finished so be on the look out for a new story.

So when my husband gets back maybe I will have some sexy, spanking news. But until then just don’t have much to put out here.

Fantasy Friday, Reunion

Happy Friday everyone. I think you will really like this Fantasy Friday revisit. It from one of the best writers out here in blogland. So have a good read and let this story get you in a great mood for your weekend. Please enjoy...

Reunion

As he approached the old lodge hall, Wes could clearly see the huge green and white banner hanging from the front of the building.

- - - Welcome Jefferson HS Class of 1982 - - -

The parking lot was full of every imaginable make and model of vehicle. Some of his classmates had clearly done well. Others, it appeared, were still struggling to establish themselves.

After finding a vacant parking spot in the back of the lot, Wes took a deep breath and reflected for a moment before joining the party. This would be his first class reunion without Beth. He was technically a free man. Unfortunately, this group was pretty well paired up and had been so for years. Wes might well be odd man out. Regardless, he knew it would be great to reconnect with old friends.

Moments later, Wes found himself walking beneath the giant banner and into a swarm of classmates.



“Wesley, my man!” shouted Biff Jenkins. Biff was practically a legend in town for his basketball prowess. He led the Fighting Eagles to the district finals in his senior year. His wife, cute, petite, and reserved, seemed almost his opposite.

“Hi Wes!” Wes knew that voice immediately. When he spun around, there before him stood Mandy Miller. Although normally outgoing and a capable conversationalist, Wes felt momentarily tongue-tied.

“Oh. Hi, Mandy. How are you?” He felt strangely nervous greeting someone he had once known so well. Because her maiden name started with the same letter as his, they seemed to sit together in many of their classes.

“I’m doing great. Bruce and I split up three years ago and it’s been a rebirth for me.” She looked great, Wes thought. Mandy was no longer the lanky girl in the sparkling majorette uniform. No, time and life had sculpted her into a beautifully mature woman.

“How about you? Is Beth here?”

“No,” Wes related slowly, “We’re divorced now.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” With that, Mandy took Wes’ hand and squeezed it.

“Please don’t be. Like you, I’m building a new life.” Wes recalled that he would have given anything in high school just to hold Mandy’s hand. He gently returned her squeeze.

Just then, the DJ started a favorite Cars song. Wes gestured toward the dance floor in the center of the big hall and asked, “Shall we?” Mandy nodded her agreement.

As they danced through two or three new wave classics, Wes learned that Mandy still lived in town and that her younger daughter was just finishing college. He shared how his dedication to his career had driven a wedge between him and Beth. He had learned from this experience and vowed to be a dedicated partner in his next relationship.

Mandy explained to Wes that her ex-husband was very conventional and wasn’t interested in meeting her needs. She lived with this frustration for years until she learned that he had been unfaithful. The split, when it came, merely formalized what had already happened long before.

Mandy and Wes stuck together for most of the evening. They were even asked once if they were a couple.

“No,” Wes replied, “We’re just really good friends who’ve been apart way too long.” And so they were.

It was enjoyable to walk around to each of the tables and become reacquainted with so many old friends. The turnout was excellent and the stories were remarkably varied. Some classmates had joyous achievements. Others had tragically lost loved ones. Some beamed about their children’s accomplishments. A few had chosen less traditional paths.

With each chance they had to talk, Wes found himself more enchanted with Mandy. She had been beyond his imagination in high school. A mere geek could never compete with a stud football player like Bruce. He was just her study buddy. Yet, she had always been so sweet and so friendly. And now, here she was, holding his hand and shining that lovely smile.

Later, Wes and Mandy shared a slow dance. The song was Sweet Love by the Commodores. Embracing Mandy felt like the fulfillment of a dream that Wes never realized he held. When she snuggled closer, he knew he had to find out whether they could have a future together.

By eleven thirty, the party began to wind down. It would soon be breaking up. How, he wondered, could Wes freeze this moment in time, or better still, allow it to continue. Mandy beat him to it.

“Would you like to stop over at my place for a drink?”

“Yes, I’d love to…”

As he drove across town, Wes could hardly believe his good fortune. He wanted to demonstrate his enthusiasm, but without scaring her off. In the end, he decided to act natural and see what transpired.

Mandy’s house was small, but decorated in a colorful, imaginative fashion that reflected the woman herself. When she offered Wes the promised drink, he opted for water because of the lateness of the hour and his long drive home. He thought he spotted a gleam in her eye when she nonchalantly said, “Oh yeah, right.”

The two talked for the next hour exchanging personal experiences, remembrances, and perspectives. Finally, Mandy fell silent.

“What?” Wes inquired. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes,” she muttered slowly, “I just need to ask you something.”

“Sure, what is it?” They had talked about everything from parenthood to politics. Wes couldn’t imagine what could make her pause like this.

“I hope you don’t think I’m weird…” Mandy drew a long, slow breath as if to muster her courage before starting again. “OK, once, a long time ago, Beth and I were at a club with some girlfriends. We were all really tipsy. Maybe I’m insane, but I distinctly remember Beth telling me that you spanked her.”

Wes wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, I…”

“She told me that it was absolutely delicious and that she loved it.”

“Well, yes, we did…”

“Ah, so it is true! I have to tell you that from that moment until this one, I’ve envied Beth. I’ve had an interest in spanking since I was in grade school. I even looked up words in the dictionary.”

“So, you’re a spanking enthusiast too?”
“Yes! But Bruce had zero interest in spanking me. I felt totally rejected.”

“So,” Wes observed with a wry smile, “I guess that brings us to tonight.”

“Would you…?”

“It will be a genuine pleasure.”

“OK, that’s great. I need to go and get something.” With that, Mandy zipped upstairs. As she departed, Wes couldn’t help admiring her curved derrière wiggling beneath her skirt. It had been the inspiration for more than one teenage fantasy.

Mandy was almost sprinting when she returned to the living room. She carried a thick wooden paddle.

“I bought this last year at the fraternity/sorority store for the day I finally get my spanking. I’ve even tried spanking myself with it, but it didn’t work very well.

Wes placed his arms around her. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips.

“I want tonight to be an event to remember. I have no desire to beat you black and blue with that paddle. For what you need, my hand will serve nicely.”

Wes set the paddle aside and slid over to the center of the couch.

“I’ve never done this before, Wes.”

“I know. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“OK, good. Shall I get undressed?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Just drape yourself across my lap and I’ll lift your skirt.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea…” Mandy positioned herself face down with her torso on Wes’ lap.

“Is this where you dreamed you would be?”

“Oh my, yes. Let’s start.”

“For this first time, I will stop spanking if you ask me to stop. If you don’t ask, I will assume that it’s all right to continue. This will hurt a bit, but I doubt it will be anything you can’t handle.”

“OK.”

Wes lifted the hem of Mandy’s skirt. There, before his eyes was the rounded bottom he had admired so many times – swimming and sunning at the pool in an orange bikini, twirling a baton at football games in her green sequined leotard, or dancing at sock hops in tight fitting blue jeans. Now, clad in lacy aqua panties, it was his to spank.

The first swat was barely more than a tap, but it elicited a shiver of anticipatory joy from Mandy. The second was firmer, but not hard. Wes could tell from the tautness of her bottom that Mandy had been working out. Successive spanks increased in intensity. Wes noted little squeals of happiness escaping from between Mandy’s lips. Soon, he was delivering solid blows to both cheeks. She responded by grinding her hips against his leg.

Wes interpreted this motion as a signal to continue. He pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. He grinned when Mandy lifted her pelvis to aid in his unveiling. Again he spanked, but this time, each strike was accompanied by the distinctive sound of flesh impacting against flesh. Mandy’s utterances were closer to moans of passion than cries of pain.

After a few minutes, Wes slowed his pace and began to intersperse rubs with the swats. At first, he caressed her pleasantly reddened bottom. Finding an appreciative reception, his attention moved to her feminine folds. Mandy’s panting grew more urgent until she exclaimed, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you to please, please make love to me.”

And so began a whole new story…

~~~oo0oo~~~

Now if this doesn't get you in the mood to go to your next high school reunion I guess nothing will. This story was written by probably the best known spanko blogger we have, Bonnie! If you haven't read many of Bonnie's stories I think it is well worth the time to dive into her archives! She has many great ones. Bonnie is celebrating her fourth blogging anniversary this weeks. An amazing accomplishment for anyone. Thanks for all you do Bonnie and thanks for sharing this story with Fantasy Friday.

Most of you seem to be enjoying the reposting of some origional Fantasy Friday stories but I am still hoping for new one to be submitted. If you are willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Medical advice please

I need some medical advice here. For those of you not interested in reading about my symptoms you might want to read elsewhere today. I’m hoping some of you might have an idea of what might be going on.

One thing that I can usually count on is a restful nights sleep with no interruptions. But several months ago I had a strange night. After a very normal day, normal eating and drinking I ended up getting up 5 or 6 times during the night to pee. Normally I don’t even get up once. What was more surprising is that was that it wasn’t just an irritation or the feeling that I had to go; I had a full bladder each time. Don’t know where all that fluid was coming from. It was annoying but except for the getting up and down no real problem or after affects and I just forgot about it…until Monday night when it happened again.


I was in bed by about 11:30 and was up at least 5 times before 5 with a full bladder each time. I was paying more attention this time – still couldn’t think of anything I had done differently on Monday. There was some good news, after getting rid of all that liquid my weight was down nearly 2 pounds. And I noticed when I got to the gym today I felt like I had much more energy. For the past few days I would go to the gym and do my workout but I just felt sooooo tired. Today I had much more energy at the gym. Otherwise today I felt the same as always. I haven’t been thirsty or see anything different in how I feel. And I haven’t been going to the bathroom more during the day, just when I went to bed last night. And of courses this has only happened twice now – several months apart.

So all you smart people – do I have a problem? It’s about time for my yearly physical. Do I need to be tested for something? Evidently I am retaining fluid sometime but not all the time. Why would that be? Anyway, if you have any ideas let me know. This one has me stumped.

Gratituesday

I’m so grateful we got to see LJ’s play! I really enjoyed it. He spent much time climbing around the stage with the help of ‘silks’ or ‘ribbon’. It’s the stuff you see them climbing on in cirque du soleil. Now he wasn’t doing any of the really wild stuff but he really seemed athletic and agile. Not two adjectives I have used to describe him often. LOL! Scrawny is how I usually think of him, but it sure helped him to move gracefully above the stage.

I am also grateful for some things Nick is suggesting I do to help me jump start the weight loss. More about that when I see what’s going to happen.



So I guess that leads us to the diet news. It’s bad. I was up 2 pounds at this weigh in. Nick followed me to over see the weigh in. I never even made it out of the bathroom – he just bent me over the counter and let me know a 2 pound gain was not what he had been expecting.

It’s a new week and I’m still trying, I guess that all I can do right now. One interesting thing happened while we were up at Nick’s mom’s house. This is not a good place for anyone trying to lose weight to be. We were getting 3 pieces of cake to bring home – this was a wonderful cake, yellow cake with cherries pie filling mixed in, baked in a 9 x13 pan and a thin icing drizzled on top… sorry my mind wandered, back to the interesting thing. Nick had cut the pieces and I picked up the fork in the pan just to do a little scraping and neatening of the cake edges. It was going to be a wonderful bite. But Nick popped my hand and said “You don’t need that.” Not normally I might have made a face at him and eaten it anyway, I mean one bite – no big deal. But after some interesting emails with Kaylynn I am starting to think about a few things. Now this kind of thinking isn’t my favorite but it might just lead to some important development. I'll be sure to let you know!!

Report card time

I’ve said many time how much coming out to Nick has improved our lives. It’s so very true. Our marriage was fine before, we weren’t unhappy, we weren’t angry, neither of us was ever unfaithful, we never considered divorce, never had any reason to consider it. We were just two nice people in a union that was cordial but not passionate. Our love life needed work. But we didn’t spend much time working on it. This might have been our report card for the first part of our marriage.

Companionship C-

Talking about important things D

Him being dominate F

Me being submissive F

Me working for a healthy lifestyle F

Our sex life D-

Our report card has changed a great deal. We’re not perfect but in my opinion we have made great improvements. He’s how I see it now.

Companionship A

Talking about important things B+

Him being dominate C

Me being submissive C

Me working for a healthy lifestyle B-

Our sex life A++!!

So you see I think one thing in particular we are doing fantastic with. I think our sex life just keeps getting better and better. I also think we have improved on everything else. But there is still need for work.

I would love for him to be a more dominate at times. And I would like for me to me more submissive at times. I mean I wish on a few things he would take a firmer stance and be bossy. And I wish I would be a little more respectful of his wishes on things. I think because he is so easy going and isn’t always going to be firm on any rules or consequences then I some times blow off what I see as suggestions or request rather that doing what he asks. I’m working on it.

But I think we are in a great place! Our improvements and changes have been impressive to me. I am so happy with where we are and I'm happy that we are still changing and growing closer. We don't have to 'get it right' we just have to love each other and continue on our journey.

Fantasy Friday, The Road Trip

It's Friday again!! We have another repost today. But this is one of my favorites. When this one came in it came with some of its own pictures. Which begs the question, did this one really happen or not? The last two pictures in the post were taken by the author.

Please enjoy...

The Road Trip

It had been a hectic and stressful week and Eric was more than ready to get out of the city. That was why he and Jennifer were heading up along the coast road with a camera and picnic basket and hopes for a nice relaxing day.

They hadn’t traveled far when the fog started to roll in off the ocean, but at this time of year it could also disappear at a moment’s notice. Eric seemed unconcerned about the change of conditions but Jen started complaining, "too cool for a picnic" and "too foggy to get any good pictures along the beach".

Eric tried to ignore the complaining and continued driving while considering the possibilities of salvaging the day. He turned away from the coast in an attempt to get above the fog. After fifteen minutes driving up the twisting road the fog became even denser and the driving became more difficult. Jen’s complaining also became more annoying, “great idea taking this curvy road-waste of time- I’d rather be shopping.”

Between trying to concentrate on the vanishing road and listening to the complaints, Eric’s relaxing drive had turned sour. After enduring another barrage of complaints and suggestions to turn around, Eric wordlessly pulled off the road at a safe spot and switched off the engine. Walking around and opening her door, Eric took Jen’s hand and said quietly, “we need to take a walk”. The look on Jen’s face said she knew she had gone too far. Although they had only been together about six months she knew Eric would not tolerate griping. She also knew what the consequences were likely to be.

Holding her hand, Eric led Jen along a faint trail into the woods. It was very quiet and the fog was giving everything an eerie feeling. Stopping by a large fallen hemlock, Eric explained that what had started as a pleasant drive was being spoiled, not by the weather, but by her attitude and complaining.

Eric told Jen to drop her jeans and bend over the log. Jen looked startled and embarrassed. Although they were well away from the road, the thought of receiving the upcoming spanking outdoors with no real guarantee of privacy sent an extra chill down her spine. The fog did provide some additional seclusion as someone would have to be really close to see anything. Knowing that Eric was dead serious and recognizing the truth in the charges, Jen accepted the inevitable and turned toward the fallen tree and lowered her jeans.

Eric removed the belt from his slacks and started a slow rhythmic assault on her panty-clad bottom. After about twenty good licks, Eric lowered Jen’s panties from her reddened butt. Jen shivered at the increase in vulnerability, both real and perceived. A slight rustling of leaves caught their ears and they both turned in the direction of the sound. A deer was trotting toward them, but upon spotting them made a sharp turn and bounded away into the misty woods. Eric returned his attention to Jen’s now fully exposed ass and gave her twenty more with the belt, the last ten delivered with considerable force, causing Jen to squirm, yelp and promise to improve her attitude. Eric turned Jen around and took her into his arms. She hugged him tightly and apologized for the way she had been acting. Eric told her things would be fine. As Jen was pulling up her jeans she noticed the fog was getting thinner, maybe this was a sign that the day was not lost. A movement about 100 feet away caught their eyes. This time it was not wildlife but a young couple seemingly frozen in their tracks, apparently having witnessed a good portion of what had just happened. Eric merely nodded at them and taking Jen’s hand turned and retraced their path back to the road.

The drive was completed without additional complaints. They found a trail with signs leading to a waterfall. After finishing their picnic, they hiked to the waterfall where the fog added it’s own magic to their surroundings.

~~~oo0oo~~~

Who wrote this fine story? Well let just say I think so much of the author that I recently made made passionate love to him!! Yes my own Nick wrote this one. Now did it really happen ...? No of course not! I would never be that snotty and hard to get along with! But shortly after we took these pictures I did get two outdoor spankings and they were fun, fun, fun!! I hope he writes more soon!

I have one thing to ask everyone who has ever sent a Fantasy Friday story. Since I am reposting all the old stories if there is any reason that someone does not want their story reposted please let me know. I hope we will be able to re-read them all.

The following is what I put up when I posted this one originally and it's still true today... There are very few stories left in the Fantasy Friday mail bag! This is a good feature and I know we all enjoy reading them, not only for the stories themselves but because it’s fun to get such a variety of stories. It is fun to check out the different styles. Please remember EVERYONE is welcomed to participate, bloggers, commenters and lurkers. Please everyone send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com