New and old

Still in the middle of chaos here. Today is the last teacher workday; the house is a steady parade of electricians, plumbers, and carpenters.  Mostly talking so far, seeing what needs to be done.  Thanks goodness Nick seems to know what to tell them. Nick continues to work on deconstruction.

My cold turned out to be worse than I’d thought.  The cough is killing me!  I sound like I’ve been smoking 3 packs a day for years.  And what all this means is that spanking has not been on the radar.  And honestly I’ve felt so bad I haven’t missed it. Isn’t that sad?  Not to worry, I’m on the mend and being off work will give me ample time to get my mind back to where it should be.

Meanwhile… Ronnie emailed me the other day saying she has run across an old post of mine while googling for a picture.  She said she hadn’t read it before but she liked it and thought it might be something others might like to read – or read again. Thanks Ronnie, I hope others like it. It has to do with convincing your man to spank.  Here it is, I hope maybe it helps someone.

Fellows, I'm talking to you

I am fortunate to have many friends that email me. Many of these friends don’t have blogs and are in various stages of introducing spanking into their relationship, some successfully and others not so much. I know from experience that often vanillas just don’t understand and boy do I know that it is hard to explain it to someone you love. It took me over 23 years to even get up the nerve to try. It’s been almost 2 wonderful years now but I still struggle to get him to understand at time.

So I am writing a letter to your men if they haven’t gotten it yet. Now I know we don’t live in a one size fits all world but from all I’ve felt and all I’ve read this will ring true for many of us.

Dear guys,
After years of knowing that she has this need, your wife/girlfriend/lover finally told you she wants to be spanked. I am guessing that at best you were surprised especially if you have been together 20 years or more. You may think it’s a passing whim. You may think it is just a random fantasy that has run through her mind; something best left as a fantasy not something she would like in real life. Plus you love this woman and you have no desire to hurt her.


Then listen to me (because your girl may be too shy or embarrassed to say it again)! This is NOT something that just came up! She has had probably had this need since childhood. Please trust your lover, if she says she wants to be spanked – SHE DOES!
 
Yes, she understands that this sounds strange to you. No, she does not understand why she is this way. Please stop trying to figure out why and just DO IT! If you do I can almost promise you that your sex life will reach heights that you never imagined! Ours did!! I went from being fairly cold toward sex to someone will to try anything my husband or I can dream up.
 
It’s okay to start slow. I know you are not sure what she wants. You may even be embarrassed (but not as embarrassed as she was to ask). Start with your hand, a small paddle ball paddle or maybe a paint stirrer. From my experience and those of many of my friends, she will much more likely be wanting ‘longer’ and ‘harder’ spanking rather than asking you to be more gentle. Remember anyone from vanilla to hard core can always enjoy a romantic, erotic spanking. This may be all she wants.


But if your wife/lover tells you she wants discipline that’s different. Discipline – that is a trickier subject. You will need to do more talking if this is something she wants. If the need for discipline in her life is ‘her thing’ it’s always going to be there whether you indulge it or not. If you are willing to try this, again – go slow. Pick a few things to work on together. I got my husband hooked by asking him to help me make the changes and choices to become healthier and lose weight.


It was rocky at first. I would mess up and he didn’t want to spank. He wanted to let it go or make excuses for me. I hated that and it hurt my feelings. I didn’t feel cared for or protected and I guess that is what we are looking for.

Although I know he did not mean to send this message this is the one I heard –

“Sure I care but not that much. You are a big girl. If you know you need to do something and you chose not to that is your business. You are on your own because I find all this confusing and you are just not worth the effort.”

Fellows, I like I said, I know this is not the message you are trying to send to the woman you love. But to the spanko mind this is what comes through. When my husband did start getting it and a couple of times spanked me hard with the hairbrush for over indulging and slacking off on my exercise, I got a whole other message.

“You are my wife. I love you, I love you way too much to allow you to run wild and put your health in jeopardy. I care enough about you to put some boundaries and guidelines around you to keep you safe. And yes I will wear you out if necessary to show you just how serious I am about my love for you.”

Nothing in my life has made me feel more loved, cherished, cared for or happy than for him to show his love for me in this way.

Alright fellows – I’m talking to you! If your wife or girlfriend handed you this or directed you here she agrees with me. Listen please!! She is serious! This is a very important part of her life. She loves you so much or she would never have shared her secret with you. If you love her enough to give it a try she will test you some to see if you will be consistent and take this seriously. It’s all part of the learning together. But it is worth it, I promise you – it’s worth it.

Email if you have questions, I may not have any answers for you but I would still like to hear what you are wondering about. elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

A Hodgepodge of Happiness

Joy, joy, joy!  I'm free and the feeling is just beginning to sink in. I think if you tied a string around my toe I could just float down the street with you. I have a minor complaint. I caught a spring cold a few days ago – hasn't seemed all that bad, but less than an hour after school got out yesterday, I had lost my voice completely. But all and all, I'd compare it to being told you have won the lottery and the down side is you have to go to the bank and sign papers, I think I can live with it.

Friday afternoon my kitchen was indeed ripped out. I had adjusted to the thought of being without a stove top, oven, even to the refrigerator being on the carport, but I don't think I realized the significance of being without a sink for an extended period, a bit of a hassle. But there is no backing out now. I staggered out of bed Saturday morning and came into the kitchen to find Nick already hot, tired and sweaty as he worked to pull down the molding, the old paneling, ripping up the floor. Seeing him in such a state I simply asked “What, you haven't made any breakfast?”

His reply was “I do have a hammer in my hand.” A hammer, what the hell kind of spanking implement is that? Oh well, I thought it might be best to get out of his hair so I made a little breakfast on the grill. He took a break and we ate peacefully down by the pool.

More happiness, Mollie did decide to come home for the weekend. I hadn't seen her in three weeks. That's probably our longest time and I was a happy mama to see her. She looks so good and seems so happy at camp. This past week she was on kitchen staff and next week she will have kids for the first time. She is so excited! I don't guess anything makes me happier than seeing my kids happy. And it's a real joy to have someone to answer a few mac questions for me.

The whole family is planning on going out tonight to celebrate my FIL birthday. He and my MIL are really something. They were putting flea medicine on their cat the other day when my FIL stepped back and realized he had stepped off the poach. Not wanting to fall down the steps he kinda jumped backwards and landed so that he scrubbed his arm a bit, but he was fine. Nick told him yesterday that now that he was a year older – 91, he'd have to quit jumping off the porch. But they still tend three small gardens and provide produce and Sunday lunches to the rest of the family. Amazing people.

I sure hope to be here more now that I'm out, there are three workdays next week, but with the kids gone they should be a breeze. I have blog ideas and several questions I want to ask here. And maybe as Mollie heads back to camp and I recover from my cold then I just might have some spankings to report – keep your fingers crossed.

Fantasy Friday - Just another Day in the Neighborhood

Today is the last day with kids.  If you don't teach you have no idea what that means.  And I can't begin to explain it.  It's like I've been held underwater for a long period and I've finally struggle to the surface for a deep gulp of air!  

Today is also the day they are coming to rip out my kitchen! Yeah!! I just hope and pray that everything is lined up to get things put back together in a reasonable amount of time.  I'll keep you informed.  

Now if you have paid really close attention you may have realized that I made a mistake on Fantasy Friday last week.  I put up what I said was part 5 when it was actually a second posting of part 4.  Sorry folks, lets just chalk it up to end of year stress or computer problems rather than just the fact that I'm probably losing it.  

But today, a truly new story and also from Sunnygirl.   I have no doubt you'll enjoy...

Just Another Day in the Neighborhood 

Brad walked in the door, grabbed Cindy by the arm and headed over to the couch.  Before she even had a chance to open her mouth she was over his knee, her slacks were down and he was pounding her butt.  He was spanking her fast and furious.  She was kicking and screaming at him to stop, to no avail.  He just kept spanking.  Then he heard a sound from upstairs.  He turned to look and saw Edie looking at them over the banister.  He promptly stopped spanking Cindy and righted her.  Cindy was desperately trying to pull up her slacks, not that she could possibly be any more embarrassed.

Brad said hello to Edie and walked out of the room, leaving Cindy to make any explanations she felt she needed to make.  Cindy’s nose was running and the tears that had streamed down her face had made her mascara run so that she looked awful.  She tried to talk to Edie but the words just wouldn’t come out.  A few seconds later, a horn beeped and Edie went out to meet her husband Jack, who had just come to pick her up. 

Cindy ran through the living room and kitchen looking for Brad.  She spotted him in the backyard talking to their neighbor over the fence.  She was going to give him a piece of her mind.  She stormed out to where he was and before she reached him he put his hand up in a stop position.  She took no notice and just kept coming at him.  She literally head butted him.  He grabbed her shoulders and she started swinging.  He told her to calm down – she never even slowed down.  

He finally grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder, said goodbye to the neighbor and headed toward the house.  Cindy continued to carry on kicking and screaming and when one kick landed squarely on Brad’s back he gave her a hard swat.  He told her to knock it off unless she wanted another spanking right then and there.  She ignored the warning.  He reached the deck, put his foot on the rung of a chair and hauled her across his hip.  He gave her ten or twelve hard swats before she finally calmed down.

“Are you finished now, because if you’re not I can keep this up?”

When there was no response Brad held her there a few more minutes.  He heard clapping and looked up to see the neighbor’s on either side cheering him on.  Cindy heard too and was much too angry to be embarrassed.  She was literally hissing at Brad as he let her up and she ran into the house.

Brad decided that the better part of valor would be to let her calm down before he approached her.  He wanted to give her a chance to regroup.  He went out to the garage and started tinkering. About thirty minutes later he heard a loud noise and went out to investigate.  What he found was a large duffle bag that had been thrown out the window. 

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“What does it look like?  I don’t want you back in this house tonight.   I don’t care where you sleep but it won’t be here.”

Then the car keys came flying out the back door.  She slammed and locked the door. He could hear her locking the windows and the front door.

Brad had never seen her so angry.  He had warned her though.  She had a habit of volunteering him to drive home some of the club ladies after their meeting.  He had told her time and again he didn’t like walking in the door after a long day’s work to find he had to chauffeur a bunch of her friends’ home.  The last time the meeting was at their house he told her that if she did it again he would spank her.  He was sorry that Edie had witnessed the spanking but he felt justified in his actions.  Maybe the next time she would remember.

He wasn’t sure what to do.  He could wait her out or go over to his buddy’s house to camp out on his couch.  He decided to go over to his buddy’s.  Jim wasn’t home so he left and went to the nearest Mickey D’s for supper.  He would come back later.

Meanwhile, Cindy was trying to think of how she was going to face her club members.  Of all people to still be there, it had to be Edie.  She was the biggest gossip of the group and Cindy was sure she wouldn’t waste any time calling everybody to tell them what she saw.  Plus the neighbors had seen her getting spanked too.  Maybe she should just leave town.  She could go visit her sister for a few days until the gossip died down.  She was just about to call her sister when the phone rang.  She looked at the caller ID and saw it was from Sara, one of the club ladies.  Oh well, I guess I might as well face the music.  She picked up and Sara asked if it was true what she had just heard from Jane.  Apparently, Edie had called Jane from her cell phone before she even arrived home.

“What exactly did you hear, Sara?”

Sara explained Jane told her that Edie had seen you getting a bare bottomed spanking.

“Yes, it’s true.  I suppose by now Edie has broadcast the event to everyone else.  Maybe she took a personal ad in the paper.  I am so embarrassed I don’t think I will ever be able to attend another club meeting.”

“Oh, Cindy, just lay low for a while and by the time we meet again everybody will have forgotten about the incident” Sara said.

“I hope you are right.”

She no sooner hung up the phone when it rang again.  This time is was Jill asking if it were true. When she said it was, Jill asked if this was something Brad always did.  Cindy responded that it had been the first time and then told her about being spanked again a short time later.  Jill was quiet for a moment and then quietly said that Chas had spanked her a few times when she had crossed the line.  Cindy couldn’t believe it.  Chas had seemed so mild mannered she never would have believed it if Jill hadn’t told her.

After she got off the phone, she thought about it.  She wondered how many other wives and girlfriends were spanked by their significant others.  She went to the computer and put spanking into the search line.  She was astounded by how many sites dealt with this subject. 

After reading for hours, she decided that rather than hide she would face it head on.  At the next club meeting she would bring up the subject and see how many other members were or knew ladies that were spanked by their husbands.

She went to bed to read for a while and started thinking about Brad.  He really had told her many times that he didn’t appreciate having to go back out to get her friends home.  Why couldn’t their husbands come pick them up, or why couldn’t they carpool.  She wouldn’t have been so angry at the spanking if they had just been alone.  The second spanking was totally her fault too.   He had tried to get her to calm down and she just ignored him.  She had nobody to blame but herself for the embarrassing situation.  She was sure he wasn’t embarrassed – he probably felt all macho. 

Just then she heard a tinkling noise coming from the kitchen area.  She grabbed her cell phone, dialed in 911, grabbed the baseball bat and crept down to the kitchen.  She saw someone’s hand trying to unlock the door through the broken window.   She punched send on the 911 call and raised the baseball bat over her head and down on the hand reaching through the window.

“Ow!” she heard.  She brought the bat down again.  Another “ouch – stop it.  It’s only me.”  It was then she realized it was Brad trying to break into his own house.  She heard the 911 operator asking if this was an emergency.  She thought about really teaching Brad a lesson by having the police come out but she thought better of it.  She told the operator it had been a mistake and hung up.  She turned on the light and unlocked the door.  Brad stood there looking just like a little boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar. 

“Come on in.  I think we have provided enough entertainment for the neighbors today, don’t you?”

                                                                                                                                   At the next club meeting, Cindy brought up the topic of spanking.  She was surprised how many of the women came clean saying they had either been spanked by their husbands or had been threatened with a spanking.  The biggest surprise came from Edie who said that Jack had spanked her the minute they got home from the last meeting.  She said he had warned her about gossiping countless times and when he heard her on the phone to Jill relating Cindy’s story that was the last straw.  He carried out his threat.

~o0o~

Thanks Sunnygirl, glad I was able to put up a real new story this week.  Sorry about no pictures again this week.  Still playing with the new computer.  So I'm on the brink of freedom I will try to learn all the tricks with my new machine.  While I'm learning that I hope some of you will be writing.  I do have one more new story to post, but you know I can always use more.  Please send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

New Post, just not here

Our anniversary was good. I was woken up before five for an anniversary spanking!  What a great way to start the day!   Today will be another rough day at work and today since both my partners will be remediating, I get to babysit aproximately fifty 11 year olds.  What could be more fun?

Soon, so soon, I hope to be actually writing here again!  Meanwhile Cassie was first in like for my typing time.  There is a new post at Cassie's Space this morning.

Special Day

 I'm not really back, I will be soon, but I'm not now.  Yesterday was a hard one at school. Today won't be any better.  I know it's the last week, but it not going down without a fight.  The new computer is good.  I expect it to eventually be great, but I'm going to have to have more than two brain cells functioning at the same time to be able learn all it's wonders.  That won't be happening this week.

I need to post today because it is a special day.  Today is our anniversary!  Nick and I have been married 29 years today. Should anyone every plan on going into teaching, one piece of advice - don't get married at the end of the school year!! I don't think my head has ever been in the game for our anniversary for at least 23 years.  Don't worry, we'll make up for lost time.  I may be out of it, but I still know I am married to the most wonderful man ever - he cooks, he cleans, he goes to the grocery store, he does laundry, he takes care of the cars, the lawn, the pool and me!  He loves me, he spoils me, he makes me feel sexy and desirable - and that's a wonderful thing when you're 55 and not built exactly like a fashion model.  

Thank you Nick, for being my friend, my husband, and my lover.  

This is going to take some getting used to

I'm writing this on my new macbook pro.  Boy, is a lot I don't know how to do!  I really, really wish that Mollie was here. I think I'm going to be pleased in the long run but it going to take a while before I'm comfortable with it.  I have a smaller screen, a good screen, but smaller than I'm used to.  And so far I haven't been able to get Mollie's code so that I can down load word - so I can't write, well not like I'm used to.

Honestly that is about to drive me NUTS!!  I usually even write my post on word and paste  it here.  The words are just not flowing as usual.  You would be amazed to know how many things you can think to post about when you don't have the ability to write and post them.  There is a chance that Mollie will be home for one day next weekend. I don't like her driving all that way but I sure could use her help. I'll leave that up to her.

The test scores are back and they aren't great overall, I have no idea how I fared in comparison to Mr. K.  We will remediate Monday and retest on Tuesday so the agony continues.

Sorry that I messed up Fantasy Friday this week.  Not having time on the computer and not having a place to write freely is frustrating me to no end. More soon, I hope.

I'm alive!

Alive, but still computerless!  I plan to take care of that this weekend.  Nick's screen flashed and makes me feel car sick.  Can't be on long.  I feel like I'm confined to a windowless room.  Pardon me, I think my addiction is showing.

I have been on long enough to get Fantasy Friday ready so please come by Friday to check that out.  And meanwhile I have not been idle.  Of course now that I have nothing to type on Cassie is pestering me with a story.  I've been writing the old fashion way - pen and paper.  Once I get up to speed on the new computer there will be some new posts there.

Thanks for the emails and comments - I really do miss you guys. I can at least check emails at work.  See you next week.

Gone, but not for long

Bad news for me - looks like my computer is completely shot. I can't get it to stay on longer than a few minutes.  Don't know when I can get another, but not before this weekend at the soonest.  I'm on Nick's computer which is also on it's last leg so I haven't disappeared.  I hope to get a Fantasy Friday up one way or another but I'm not sure at the momnet.  Fingers crossed. 

A week full of spankings

I’m glad so many of you got to come by for Fantasy Friday this weekend.  I think Minelle did a great job and I hope there will be more stories from her in the future.

The school year is crawling to the end with mind-numbing slowness, but headed that way nonetheless.  We have been preparing for the End of Grade Test (EOG).  This is a time of me trying to reassure the kids that they’ll do fine while, at the same time, panicking that I haven’t done a good enough job and they’ll bomb.  One teacher on my hall and I have complete different teaching styles.  I want the kids to work their butts off in class, but I’m not much on homework.  I want them to be kids and spend time playing and being with their family once the school day is done – 15 minutes of homework, okay – two hours NO WAY! 

  

Mr. K, however, believes in homework and he has had after-school tutoring every day since Christmas.  I don’t stay after school.  We’ve each taught our own way for years and for the past 5 of those years I’ve beat him on the EOG scores.  Not my more than the width of a nat’s eyebrow, but I’ve beat him.  So I tell my kids to relax, it’s not about going to the next grade, it’s not about showing how much they have learned, and it’s not even about making their parents proud – it’s all about beating Mr. K!  The kids love it.  It’s not what they expect me to say but it does relax them and for some of them give them more incentive that they would have had otherwise.  I’ll let you know the results when I get them.

Now on to my spankings last week!  Nick did a pretty good job of remembering.  He surprised me on Monday with an unofficial weigh in.  I had made progress in the right direction, but I got spanked anyway to help me remember to keep going in that direction, yeah Nick! 

Another day I was back in the bedroom, changing to go walking (like a good little wife) not a thought of spanking on my mind at the moment.  Nick and I were just talking, but just as I got my pants off he picked his belt up off the bed and bent me over.  Seems that I hadn’t put all my dishes in the dishwasher or something lame like that – but hey, I love the belt so I wasn’t unhappy. 

But the next spanking that week was for the worst excuse I’ve ever known him to come up with.  I got spanked because he didn’t tell me good-by one morning!  Now come on, that not exactly fair! Nick leaves before the butt crack of dawn, around 4:50 every morning.  I’m not exactly your ‘get up and make breakfast before he leaves’ kinda wife, but usually before he leaves he tells me good-bye.  Wednesday morning he didn’t.  I know he didn’t because I always remember and that morning when I woke my very first thought was “Nick didn’t tell me bye.”

I text him soon after I got up to tell him of his shortcomings and he text back insisting that he had said good-by, and that I not only grunted in response, but actually, coherently said “I love you.” 

Wrong!  Well, that statement is true, but I didn’t make it, because he never told me he was leaving!  Oh well, I was prepared to forgive him.  I mean the man can’t be perfect.  But the next morning – just before 4:50 my covers were ripped back and my butt was being soundly spanked by a way too chipper husband who was saying “I just wanted to make sure you were awake and know that I’m leaving.  I love you, bye!”  What a way to start the day!  Actually it wouldn’t be such a bad way provided it happened 4 to 5 hours later in the morning.

But it really was a great week with all these short spankings as well as a few swats as I walked by on occasion.  This Friday I was down just a tad over one pound!  Partly because of that, Saturday turned out to be a great day – more about that later.

One more thing, Cassie has been pestering me to get back to typing for her.  When she gets like this she usually gets her way so hopefully there with me more over at her site soon.

Fantasy Friday - Into the Alley, part 2

I'm so glad you came back for part two or Minelle very first Fantasy Friday.  I do like our community, every encouraging!  Who knows, we may get her blogging before long, or at least commenting, LOL!

Please enjoy...

Into the Alley, part two

 
Ellie woke slowly, rolling onto her back the slight soreness in her backside bringing back her memory of the night before. Ugh, she moaned, crap-a-doo!! Softly moving to her left side she noticed Lance had already risen. The smell of coffee pulled her like a drug and she got out of bed. However, the butterflies dancing in her stomach reminded her that she wasn’t quite settled up with Lance regarding her “into the alley moment.” She walked in front of the window and noted the beautiful day. Her ire at having to answer for her actions was tempered by the memory of Lance’s voice breaking when thinking about what “could” have happened.

She certainly intended to plead her case reminding him that she was not injured at all. No guns or knives were produced for cripes sake… oh…except by the police in response to the violence…. Errr.  Maybe I won’t mention weapons at all, safer for my butt, she thought to herself.  Ellie started thinking about the euphemism they used (into the alley) instead of stupidity, for some of her more dangerous impulsive actions. Sometimes humor was used to pull her back from the brink of disaster, and Lance may whisper, “Danger! Danger Will Robinson!  From the show “Lost in Space”. Thankfully, not many of the younger people understood the meaning of that phrase, unless they were a fan of old time TV series from her generation. It almost always brought a touch of humor and stability to her broiling emotions. 

Not that she was always crazed with anger for the underdog. In their family, immediate and extended, she was known as the most understanding level-headed peacemaker. Often Lance sought the council she could provide when dealing with irate emotional parents. She frequently reminded him that it was hard for parents to see their child in any other way other than with rose colored glasses. Of course when provided indisputable evidence of their guilt many conceded the mistake their child made.  Always the consequences were decided and implemented as soon as possible. Her husband was always fair. What was she doing thinking along these lines? Everything that occurred could easily apply to her situation. “No!” she was a mature woman capable of making her own decisions and suffering her own consequences. Loudly and firmly she stated, “I am not getting spanked again! Once was enough!”

“Hmm… is that so?”

Gulp…, she didn’t hear Lance walk back into their bedroom. His unnervingly stated question had her sitting back down on the bed.

He handed her, her morning cup of coffee “Mmm, nectar of the gods.”  she whispered.

“Darling, you are aware that I didn’t want to continue your punishment last night due to my strong emotions. I was just so relieved to have you in my arms safely cocooned from harm. Besides, I always try and hear your total explanation.”

I replied just a tiny bit snottily, “Really Lance… I was over your knee almost immediately… when did you get my side of the story?” (I was a 50 year old mature woman when it suited my agenda)

Lance asked, “Did you rehash and rehash your statement to the police officer while I stood next to you offering my love and support? Was everything you said true and did cover  it fully, truthfully?” His calm voice shamed me for accusing him of being unfair. 

I wailed, “Crap, crap, crap… but I don’t want a double punishment for last night.

“Ellie do you remember why I said that if you ever metaphorically or actually went into the alley?  I said I would bust your butt twice, making the spanking I gave you that night 25 years ago feel like a piece of cake? I am not a bossy man.”

She raised her eyes at that comment.

“Well Ellie, maybe I misspoke.  I do not micro manage your every actions. Nevertheless, your safety is something I will not compromise on.” He stood up, “Take your shower sweetie, we’ll continue after breakfast. She knew he wanted her to think back, to remember and appreciate… ha! Fat chance, she thought… why was she in trouble with him!

Thinking back to that night 25 years ago she shivered involuntarily. The night started out so nicely. She and Lance had started dating not long after he took over as principal of Makon Academy. They hadn’t exactly hit it off immediately. He was a bit perturbed by what he thought as her total disregard for following the rules and policies of the school. Admittedly she kind of did her own thing, not that she didn’t think rules were important; she just wasn’t into being the bad guy. What could she say; she had wanted to be the young art teacher who was cool. Still after a few shaky situations that she often blanched at remembering, she was swayed to “the other side” (Maybe the middle of the other side) actually she was just better at discerning and differentiating the situations for discipline management. That is often called experience.  

Her thoughts continued reminiscing. A group of us had gone to a great dance club that evening; she was just a tiny bit tipsy feeling no pain. Lance was so cute sticking to her side like glue. She had worn a new pair of spikey black heels setting off her short black jersey skirt and red top. They had closed the club and started making their way out the doors ending the evening. “Wow that was a blast.”  She said putting her right arm through her best friend Jane’s left one. Lance asked them to wait away from the crowd as he turned to retrieve his car from the valet. When…just as fast as she could blink Jane was roughly, rammed into Ellie’s side, she screamed “Hey my purse!” Ellie looked up and saw a giant of a man running up the side street with Jane’s purse clutched in his hands.

Ellie didn’t even remember thinking, her shoes went flying off her feet and she began screaming, “Stop you creep,” running like her life depended on catching the erstwhile crook! “Stop the thief!” She shouted over and over again.  Her adrenalin made her faster than normal- the rushing in her ears blocking common sense; she began to close in on the giant crook! Her brain just kept drumming, ‘catch him- catch him- catch him’, even as she heard the faint frantic yelling behind her to STOP! 

“You’re going to get hurt it’s not important. For God sake Ellie, stop!” Lance caught up to her just as the man stealing Jane’s purse turned the corner and ran down the closest alley behind the houses. At that moment looking down the alley her true thinking brain kicked in. Lance stood next to her tightly gripping her arm. She couldn’t have moved anyway, her eyes locked with the purse snatcher when he looked back to the entrance. She and Lance clearly heard his silent promise, ‘I will kill you if you come into this alley!’ Then he turned and ran with the purse. Shaken Up, Ellie realized that he had had a knife in his hand. Lance saw that as well.

“Are you crazy? What were you doing? That was certifiable behavior!” Then he reached around, and put his left arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. She was staring at the ground when she felt smack after smack on her bottom!

“Ouch!” In disbelief she thought, he was serious!  “What are you doing?” She shrieked, “Stop now! This hurt like crazy! Lance, someone could see, please, please stop!”

 He kept up a steady rhythm mumbling, “Are you out of your mind?” Seconds before the rest of the group turned the corner and caught up to us, he stood her on her feet. Ellie’s face a bright red, she longed to rub the sting away. She was shocked at his actions. Glaring at him angrily, he returned her stare with fire in his green eyes.

She was chastised for her foolishness by every person in the group. She humbly apologized for worrying her friends. Lance mentioned quietly that he would be seeing me home while the rest of the group visited the police station to make out a robbery report.

 At first she let her outrage for the spanking burst to the surface. “How could you?” she shouted. He wasn’t biting, just stalwartly focused on the drive. She squirmed angrily. The rest of the ride back to her apartment was mostly quiet. Every now and then Lance would state, “Thank all there is you did not go into that alley!” He glared at her when she haltingly kept trying to explain what happened. Her anger dissipated slightly as she realized how upset he was. She felt bereft; there was no possible way he would want to be with her now. Our 6 years difference in age felt like twenty. She knew she was somewhat inexperienced and impulsive but…she was really was crazy in love with him. Ellie smiled in remembrance as she realized her love at that very crazy moment twenty- five years prior.

He opened her car door walking into her apartment building and up the two stories to her private entrance. She unlocked the door. Ellie turned to him to thank him as she placed the keys on a book case next to the heavy door. Thinking he would leave imminently, she was surprised when he locked the door, not recognizing her impending doom.

That spanking was one she now recognized as an epic event. After Lances right hand painstakingly finished his views on her imprudent actions. He teared-up saying he loved her so much and that he never ever wanted her to cause him such intentional blinding fear ever again. As a matter of fact he clearly promised that if she ever “went into the alley” again, she would have a double punishment like no other seismic event seen. She didn’t really understand this spanking thing, but she knew he would never really hurt her. Her butt being hurt was clearly not an issue. They were newly in love and frankly she thought spanking was never going to happen again. He was so gentle rubbing out the worst of the immediate sting. That night they made love, for her it was the first time.  They were married the very next year.

Ellie came back to the present. Spanking had occurred at times through the years, infrequently, but occasionally needed. Looking back over the years they had loved each other passionately. Their normal manner had been to support and love each other to the fullest. They often conceded issues important to one or the other. They were great partners. Not that they didn’t have their moments, they certainly did. However, trust and respect were major players for them.

Lance walked back into the room as she finished dressing. “Come on honey lets go have breakfast.” She took his hand, clearly recognizing that it would be burning hot later this morning. They walked down stairs to the site of freshly toasted bagels on the kitchen table. Smiling, at his loving gesture she knew he would suffer with her, but all would eventually be right. 

She was sure his love would never let me go back “into the alley again.”

~o0o~

Minelle, I think you're a hit.  Thanks again for sharing this story with us.  I hope you will look around the community and comment as you like.  It's a friendly place.  We'll be looking forward to more stories.  I hope there are more of you out there thinking of writing a story - we'd love to read it.  Please send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Fantasy Friday - Into the Alley

Fridays are getting better and better the closer I get to my summer of freedom.  I’ve actually been spanked several times this week, and although I don’t care if he has a reason or not, he came up with a really crazy one in my book.  More about them Sunday.

I am excited about today’s story.  We have a brand-new writer!  The author is Minelle.  She was kind enough to email me about my ‘lifestyle’ post and we began talking.  And you know pushy me I was soon trying to talk her into writing a story for Fantasy Friday and here it is!  It’s in two parts so the second one will be up tomorrow.  Oh, and while you’re reading you might want to know that the incidents (the dangerous ones) she mentions in the stories really did happen to her. I asked her to share a little about herself with us and that is at the end of this part. 

So now, please enjoy…

Into the Alley

                                                                 

The officer finished taking her statement, once again asking her if she was all right. “Yes officer, I really am quite all right.”

“It’s just that you are so tiny, and they were out of control crazy teenage boys.” he said.  “Besides the fact that you were lying on the ground next to a running car had all of us concerned you were knocked out or worse. They could have had a gun or knives.” He seemed compelled to point out her many missteps to her husband. Once again he asked, “Why did you disregard your safety so blatantly?”

Ellie looked up at her husband of 24 years and committed herself to metaphorically nailing the last nail in her coffin. “I just ran to save the boy they were hurting.” she insisted, “I just reacted.”  

“Ma’am, there were two carloads of large angry testosterone filled boys- one crazy on drugs, fighting in front of your house and you ran in the middle of that fracas?” The policeman looked at her like she was senseless.  Frankly she wasn’t sure she could or would have changed the series of events. She just kind-of lost all coherent thought when she heard their screaming.  Of course when the six foot angry boy put his arm around her neck, she quickly grabbed his arm so she would not pass out. She did think!  Her dander up seriously, she thought what if my child was the one being beat-up?

Furiously resuming her righteous position Ellie refused to concede the differing consensus of her actions. Her husband noted her clear lack of remorse present showing as an angry grimace on her face. Not realizing her husband’s perception of her thought process; she thought hopefully there would always be a Good Samaritan like her there for help in a similar situation… hmph! The officer closed his notebook, once again asking if she needed to be checked over at the hospital. She adamantly, if in a slightly exasperated voice stated, once again, that she had not been touched.

Lance specified “yet”- quietly, as he closed and locked the front door after the officer. He reached for Ellie hugging her to him running his hand all over to make sure she really wasn’t injured. “Is your neck ok?”

She explained once again, “He couldn’t tighten his grip with my hands between his arm and my neck, (even if his superior strength lifted her a foot off the ground) so I am injury free.”

 “Honey…”

“Yes Lance.”

“You went into the alley.”

“No Lance not really... It wasn’t the same thing,” she frantically reasoned with him. No answer… except for him pulling a struggling Ellie over to the couch where she found herself placed over his knees pants down, positioned vulnerably to receive his discipline. (Damn empty house!)  Seconds later he began spanking her upturned bottom, after securing her flailing legs. She barely had time to shout, no!...unfair!”  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Really”…he muttered never missing a beat. “My darling wife thinks so little of her life that she rushes into the most…smack! dangerous…smack! situation…smack! since the alley incident…smack! smack! smack!smack! smack!

Owwwwww… you are over reacting! “Stop this now I shouted!” Not a very smart comment since it  just proved his point about her thoughtless action, and unleashed a flurry of spanks all over… including her sit spots and thighs. Of course now she was getting mad, mentally she was shouting, “I did the right thing!!! It is my conscience not yours!” Thrashing around flinging her hand back to prevent any more spanks from landing, she ignored the little voice in her head trying to filter through the emotional melee.

Clasping her hands across her back, he matter-of factly continued. Finally after making sure she understood his opinion on the matter, he let her up. Even knowing her butt would be a blazing red Lance sat her down on the couch. He walked over to the bay window, just to give himself a bit of distance for a moment. He felt like throwing up! She didn’t realize how many people called 911 frantic to get her help from the out of control kid. It looked like someone was breaking her neck! He closed his eyes against the heart rending image, feeling outraged at her lack of self- preservation.

 Behind him, Ellie angrily jumped right back up furiously rubbing her bottom with tears flowing down her face. Hearing her jump up Lance turned slowly and said quite firmly, "sit…back…down!"

Seething… Ellie really thought about saying something vulgar and inappropriate to him. Instead she channeled the feeling of her stinging butt to her brain and carefully sat on the couch. “I knew what I was doing.” she gritted out.

“Oh Yea, that came across clearly to everyone involved, my darling wife. Undoubtedly the reason you needed to be rescued by one lone teenage boy and two squad cars was clearly your remarkable handling of the situation.” He realized that she needed to crane her neck as he paced his worry and frustration across the length of the room. His six foot three frame was even more pronounced when he stood and she was seated. Of course thinking about her tiny five foot three, one hundred and twenty-five pound frame did nothing to assuage his aggravation for her actions in total disregard to her safety.

 He sat down across from his lovely wife on their brown leather chair. Lance lovingly clasped both her hands in his. Normally she loved this gesture; however it was clearly evident that his right hand was quite a bit hotter than his left hand. That awareness just made her mad once again!  “I am fifty years old, Lance and I thought that boy was dying!”

 “Then you should have called the police." he growled adamantly.

“I heard a crazy loud bang then lots of screaming, thumping and shouting. It really looked like a car accident when I looked out the window. So I ran out asking if they needed an ambulance.”

 “Of course the moment you realized that the situation required the police you knowingly joined in the middle of a fight?”

Ellis was feeling a little embarrassed, she angrily jumped up and yelled, “I am through with this conversation! You just do not understand how I think!”

He raised his eyebrow standing back up saying, “Maybe we were not finished with your spanking tonight. Not being stupid Ellie lowered her somewhat shrieking voice and sat slowly back down onto her flaming rear.

“Let’s analyze your actions once you ran outside, explain what happened, Ellie?”

“I tried to pull the crazed maniac off of the boy that was getting beat to a pulp.” I shared softly.

“You were so lucky that Jimmy Hansen was there to stop that drug induced young man from clobbering you! There was enough blood splattered about without adding yours to the mix.” Thank God Jimmy had the foresight to call the police when the first car blocked them intending to do some major damage," he whispered, his voice breaking at the end.

She began to realize how stressed and worried Lance had been.  Her heart pained her as she channeled his pain, making her start to cry softly. She loved this man with all her heart; she never wanted to cause him emotional pain. “Lance, I did realize I was out of my element… that is why I got down on the ground honey.”

She tried to placate him before he could start thinking again. “Maybe I should have called the police first…”

“You think?” He smiled just a fraction of his usual bright grin. “For goodness sake Ellie.” he started again, “Even experienced police men and women call for back-up before they enter a dangerous situation!” She scooted a safer distance on the couch. He was still very upset. “Ellie what would you think if either of the kids acted impulsively like you tonight?”

Man he was pulling out the big guns now. Ellie knew she would be soooo upset with them. She exclaimed righteously, face a flaming red. “I would tell them to call 911….and wait…ok; ok I get your point!”

Lance sat down hugging her close. She turned my face into his shirt, loving the comfort his scent never failed to give her. “I wanted to be mad at you for spanking me just a little longer.”  She stated as her emotions returned to normal.

“You know love; I do not enjoy spanking you like that.”

She kissed him softly, “I know honey so you’ve said before. If you feel my pain like you say, then you’re going to have a sore butt for a few days.” She giggled.  

Lance looked at her saying, “We need to re-visit the alley incident tomorrow. Ellie, remember what I said would happen the next time you were to put your life in danger?”  

“Oh Lance please, let’s let this be the end of the incident.  I don’t want to go to bed with you still angry about this.”  She pleaded.

He calmly told her that he wasn’t mad anymore just sad and determined nothing like this would happen again.  “Darling we will worry about tomorrow later.  We have a teenage free home.” (Both kids were away on overnights) “I want and need a lot of reassurance and connecting with you my loving wife.” He lifted her in his arms… strong man that he is; they entered their bedroom and lovingly played the night away, pushing all the unpleasant thoughts and worries to the back of their minds.

~o0o~

 

Thank you Minelle!  Now all of you who have shared a story here know that it’s always an anxious experience.  I hope you all take the time to let her know what you think.  Don’t forget to come back for part two tomorrow. Now here’s a little about Minelle in her own words.

I am a 51 year old mom of two (girl and boy) married for 21 years. I live in the Midwest, and teach art. I have taught all ages. I married later and had my kids later so I stayed home and made them my focus for many years. Finding secure jobs has been a challenge because of my (too much) education and experience. As you know the "systems" everywhere do not want to pay.  So I change jobs often and am very very adaptable (keeps my mind young) As I approached 50 I decided I didn't want to slide gracefully into middle age, I wanted to have fun, learn and try and have much joy in life. When your kids get older they just seem to not need you as much. These thoughts made me more daring I guess.

I started reading spanking stories a few years ago, my secret guilty pleasure. However I grew up reading Harlequins and all the great romance Authors, Lindsey etc. I always knew the books and or pages where a spanking occurred. (movies, sitcoms etc... etc) I guess I am a closet spanko, or at least reader of them. I also have always written stories in my head, going to bed with a new scenario most nights. I just never put them on paper until recently, without PK's encouragement I never would have dared to actually type it up and send it off.

Not really sure how or where I fit in this community. I am such a mixture of old fashioned, traditional, and modern liberal woman it is hard to categorize me. We do not do spanking, aside from hubby's many threats and the occasional swats, (maybe more normal in our age bracket) otherwise it’s not there. He's a gentle big guy originally from another country. I am not even sure if I want to incorporate "real" spankings either. I do love how the dd community seems to prioritize marriage and family. I hate the way society belittles men and makes them look wimpy and stupid!

This part of my life is pretty secret, even if I have shared a bit with hubby. 

She’s at it again

Eva, my long lost ‘twin’ out here, has begun blogging a little again at her old site, Nothing Random.  That’s just fine with me.  I usually enjoy reading what she has to say, but she didn’t put up two posts before she puts up this one and starts trying to stir up trouble and blame me for things that are NOT my fault!

You probably realize that, as with most twins, you have a good one and you have a… well, you have Eva.  For those of you who weren’t around when we both began blogging let me point out some things about her.

Before I met Eva I didn’t smoke, drink, or do drugs.  Oh, wait, I still don’t.

Well before I met her both of my children were contentedly living under my roof and now they are off doing their own thing and we’re left here all alone.  Hmmm… yeah, come to think of it, that’s not such a bad thing either.

Okay, give me a minute…

About the time I met Eva my husband started spanking me and we began having wild kinky sex. 

Oh hell, maybe she isn’t the worst influence in the world.

But I still didn’t tell her to run around telling everyone that she was reading lady porn!  That was her idea.  I mean, I suggested the book to her, what did she think it was about?  Housekeeping or cooking tips? 

Nice to see you back, twin, now behave yourself!

               

Important decision - please help

This has been a pleasant weekend.  The weather is beautiful.  Nick is enjoying his golf weekend and Mollie and I have been visiting and doing the last minute packing as she heads out to her summer job this afternoon.  Gulp!   I made the comment yesterday that I had always driven her to camp and that a part of me wished I could take her up there now.  She said “Yeah, there’s a part of me that wished you could still take me, but eventually you have to be a grown up.” To which I replies, “I’m trying!” Really I have no doubt that she’ll be fine.  I’ll keep you posted.

Nick should be home later this evening.  I gained a pound last week which didn’t really come as a shock, but now I need to work on my “It’s all Mollie’s fault” story.  There are lots of reasons, I told you we eat more when she’s here, there are more snacks around, her love of cooking and finally just the fact that I wanted to spend time with her this week doing things together, rather than me heading off to the gym alone.  So I would rush home from work each afternoon to share one of our favorite activities – napping!  Often she had begun without me, but I was never far behind.  She would snooze peacefully on the couch while I was napping away in my recliner.  I mean that’s mother/daughter bonding if you ask me. That’s not all we do of course, we do eat together.  Wimpy hopes Nick buys all this; Badass, on the other hand, plans to be eating chips and donuts when he walks in.  I’ll let you know how things go.

On to this big decision I need to make.  I’m ready for a new computer.  I don’t do wild and crazy things with my computer.  My needs are basic, I want to be able to get my email and check facebook.  I want to be able to blog – reading and writing and I want to be able to write my fiction.  Not much really.  I want the hookup to be on the left hand side, I’d like to be able to scroll more easily than I can on my current one and most of all, I’d really like a battery that can last more than four minutes.

 I think I can get a PC that will do all of this for me.  But Mollie is really pushing for me to get a mac. (We’re back to its all Mollie’s fault.) She insists that they are sooooo much better, once I get used to it.  Of course there’s the rub.  Will I be able to learn to use it myself without her here to show me everything?  She often says “Once you go mac you never go back” is she right? Decisions, decisions.  My question to all of you is:

Taking the cost out of the picture completely –

 which is the best computer to buy?  PC or a Mac? 

 

Please help!  I value your opinions.