Don't touch that dial!

Sorry, no excitement to report here. Nick was away for the weekend.  I spent my time doing what all little old ladies do during a weekend alone – I sat buried among the 4 cats (trying to convince them I couldn’t type well with them lying on the key board or my arms), I over ate a bit, I left the fire on as long as I wanted to with out Nick saying, “Feels like a heat wave in here.”  I stayed up outrageously late and slept late too. And of course I spent a great deal of time reading and writing soft lady porn – or what ever it is that I write. Like I said, doing what all little old ladies do on the weekend.

In the past I would have included watching TV most of the time, but honestly there is nothing on to watch these days.  I like a few of the comedies – Big Bang Theory, How I met your Mother, Two and a half men, Mike and Mollie – I like them and I watch them, but I don’t worry if I miss one.  I still watch Survivor, but again I’m not that wrapped up in it. I watch Law and Order, SVU, but I miss Elliot and it’s not the same.

Could you imagine a good series about us?  What if someone had the nerve to do a drama about a community where domestic discipline is used?  Not a comedy, not a parody, but the real thing.  Incorporate a really strict HOH mixed with a few more moderate ones; some couple who are just in it for fun and then some true vanillas who think the rest are crazy. Imagine the action, the bratting, the worrying, and most of all the conversations!  I can’t see this show being made – but imagine the rating if someone did have the guts to do it.  It would be the most talked about show in the country, in the world.  All the critics would hate it, women’s right’s activists would have a stroke, there would be marches on the streets in front of the studio and every talk show host would have discussion after discussion about it. And through all of this the ratings would be going through the roof.

When this happens I want me, and several of my friends out here, to be hired on as technical advisors, because vanillas will get it wrong on their own. Now lets put our heads together, anyone out there know someone in the television industry? Tell them if they are worried about sponsors we can put then in touch with Eden’s Fantasies or Cane-IAC or so many others. 

I know, I know a good wife would have spent this weekend cleaning closets and cooking to stock up the freezer – but you see where my mind goes.  Hope you weekend was fun too.

Fantasy Friday, Another Chance, chapter 5

Happy Friday everyone.  I'm loving my fall weather - this can hang around forever for all I care.  Nick is away golfing again this weekend so once again I have a weekend to write.  But I'm also going to enjoy Annie's story with the rest of you.  This was to be the last chapter in the story.  It's the last one I posted originally, but I'm happy to say that there are two more to come.  Who know's I may end up pestering Annie for even more in the future.  I do like this couple a lot!  For now let's sit back, relax and enjoy...

Another Chance
Chapter 5

Sylvia woke to Bill rubbing gentle circles over her back. Stretching like a cat she leaned into him, then pouted when she remembered their argument.


“Don’t think you can play nice after you were so mean to me.” She huffed.

“I am not playing games with you, missy. I thought we could talk this over but you want to pout you can just go get the paddle and we’ll get started.”

“Not the paddle. That is not fair. I am already so sore, please, just use your hand.”

“ Let me review. You lied to me, you rifled through my things, you made assumptions without even asking me how I feel, you hit me with something in a fit of anger, and oh, yeah, you lied to me. What happens when you do any one of those things?”

“I get punished.” She whispered.

“And that is exactly what will happen today. Go into the den, and wait for me.”

Sylvia’s stomach clenched when she saw what was waiting for her. Neatly laid out on the coffee table was the wooden paddle, Bill’s old belt, a wooden spoon with a flat handle, a bottle of lotion and one of lube, and that damned butt plug in the middle like some perverted centerpiece. He must be furious if he planned to use all of that and her butt was already hot and sore from the spanking on the porch. She perched on the edge of the ottoman, staring at the belt, the one he used when he caught her lying. Why did it always seem so clear when she was doing it and so wrong when it came time to pay? It killed her to disappoint him, and this was a doozy. If she hadn’t been so embarrassed none of this would ever have happened.

Bill stood in the shadow, watching the emotion play across his wife’s lovely face, silent tears trailing down her cheeks. The thought of losing her cut through him, but worse was knowing he had let her down. This was no time to be gentle; he said she would be punished and he had to follow through. Rubbing at the lump on his forehead he gathered his resolve and walked into the room. He scooped her onto his lap and settled onto the ottoman, holding her tightly and whispering how much he loved her in her ear. Then the questions started.

“Why are you here?”

“I didn’t listen.” She murmured.

“NO, and you know it. You are going to get everything you’ve got coming to you, but first, I want to know why my special day was ruined. I want to know why you were digging in my suitcase. I want to know why you are so upset over a silly sex toy. And, most of all, I want to know why you are still lying about it.”

“Just punish me and get it over with.”

“Oh, no, little girl, you have a long way to go before we get to the punishment. First you are going to answer every one of my questions.”

“Okay, fine, I went into your stupid suitcase because I wanted to get the paddle out and ask you to use it, just a little, not like when I’m in trouble, but more fun.” She peeked up through her lashes at his stern face, hoping he would understand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to violate your privacy.”

“Of course not, there isn’t anything I own you can’t open, except maybe the week before your birthday. But why the hissy fit. I just don’t get it.”

“As soon as I saw that, that thing,”

“You mean the butt plug?”

“Yes, that, then I knew you had been, well sneaking around and spying on me, and that just made me so mad I couldn’t think.”

“And it never occurred to you to maybe ask me, instead of screaming and throwing things?”

“No. You had no right to go into my private things.”

“Are you afraid of that particular toy?”

“I just don’t think there is any reason, oooph, what are you doing?”

Bill swept his arm under her knees and tipped her back until she rested on the ottoman beside him, her legs tucked under his left arm, her bottom stretched and vulnerable.

“I think we might make more progress if I can encourage you to just answer the question I ask, not tell me what you think.”

He peppered her bottom with sharp swats, especially the creamy white stripe in the middle, tender skin that was hidden in any other position. Then he picked up the wooden spoon and laid into her sit spots, working up and down the tender crease had her howling in just a few stokes.

“Now that I have your attention, are you afraid of anal play?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, oh, no stop that’s not fair.”

Bill worked another circuit with the spoon, this was a great position, and it had her full attention with very little effort. He would remember this the next time she earned a punishment. This time when he laid the spoon down he lightly stroked his fingers across the hot tight skin. He applied a drop of lube to her crease and slowly rubbed it up and down, circling closer and closer to her puckered anus. No squawking now, he noticed, if fact, despite a boiling hot bottom she was panting and dripping wet.

“Now tell me what the big deal is when you so clearly love having your ass touched.” He said as he slid a finger deep inside.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No problem.” And he withdrew his finger and picked up the spoon. Ignoring her shrieks he placed sharp smacks up and down her crease, until the colors ran together into a dark angry red.

Finally she broke. With big sobbing gulps she told him that she and Kay had discussed anal sex and Kay told her that he was disgusted by it. It had been a regular part of life with Ray and she enjoyed it, but the only way he would know that is if he read her diary.

“I did NOT read your damn diary. I didn’t even know you had one. What I did do is go online looking for information about how to better meet your needs since you won’t talk honestly with me. Imagine my surprise. I typed in butt and before I get any further up pops butt fucking. Seems you spend a great deal of time cruising anal porn, no do not interrupt me. So, you have ruined what I hoped would be a nice surprise for both of us simply by refusing to talk to me about how you feel and what you think and what you like.”

Bill tossed the spoon and went back to using his hand, spanking more lightly but enough to make an impact on such tender skin.

“You are going to get every lick you got coming to you before this weekend is over. You’ll be remembering this punishment for a long time, and I hope when you are tempted to lie you will decide it is just too risky. But right now, I am going to talk to you about my hopes and my feelings.”

He cuddled her onto his lap, holding her close, feeling her tears soak his shirt front.

“I have always been interested in anal sex, Kay is the one who thought it was dirty. I’ve only had sex with two women in my life, when I saw what you were looking at, and I admit I was embarrassed by some of those sites, well I thought this was something we could explore. If you were uncomfortable, or only liked the idea not the real thing, that would be fine. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you certainly achieved that.” Sylvia sniped.

“Enough. I am tired; it has been a long day. I want to put off your punishment, put off our discussion and make love to my wife. In fact, I plan to shove ‘that thing’ right inside your tight little ass and tease you until you beg me to take it out and use my dick instead. Then WE will decide if WE like it.”

Two days later they drove home, tired and happy. Sylvia had never had a worse punishment, a better weekend, or a sorer ass. Bill was planning a gym membership; he could use a little more stamina.

But they agreed, it was what THEY wanted.

~~oo0oo~~

Annie you've done it again! I love older couples as a rule and I love this one in particular. I guess you're never to old to explore a new kink! 

As much as I am enjoying this story - all stories must come to an end sometime.  I have not been getting  new Fantasy Friday stories.  I have had a couple - one which intrigued me greatly as you'll understand when I post it, but I really need more.  Please consider it.  Just one story, just try, I know you can do it.  Please send any story you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Did Mollie Read?

*Sorry about the link problem to that story - all fixed now.

I guess this is a happy day with just a slight tinge of sadness.  My last little one, my baby girl, turns twenty today.  The teens are behind us now.  Can’t complain, neither of my kids gave me any trouble of speak of. But it’s still hard to think of your baby as grown. 

You might be wondering whether I decided to let her read some of the Cassie’s stories. I gave it a great deal of thought.  Agonized over which ones to give her first, I discussed it with Nick, and I made her promise that if she got to read them she would give me feed back – not silence.  She wanted them printed off, so I chose this story (the whole thing) as one, I thought it showed the funny side as well as the serious side and I also printed off the first chapter of the Cassie book.  Paul is the only one out here I’ve shared that with and he liked it so… those were my choices.

Mollie had to come home for a doctor’s appointment, just for the afternoon, a few weeks ago. We were headed out the door when I said, “I printed off two stories for you.  You can take them with you or you can get them this coming weekend.”  We were in a bit of a rush so she said she’d grab them on the weekend.  That was two weekends ago and she hasn’t mentioned them since.

ARRRgggaaaa!

I get all worked up and in a panic and then nothing!  I honestly don’t know if she has decided she doesn’t want to read them or if it's truly slipped her mind.  I mean her head is full of college fun, not something her fuddy–duddy old mom wrote.  But they are printed and waiting for her to mention them again.

I convince myself she knows nothing and then she’ll say something that really makes me wonder.  This past weekend she was on her computer when I heard her laugh.  Turning the computer toward Nick and me she said, “This make me think of Mom.”  And then almost like she caught herself she added, “I mean it looks like her stove.” This was the picture, what do you think?

Doctor's orders

I nearly screwed up big time. You know I’d been down about TTWD and not thinking about much else.  I was getting my courage up to ask for what I wanted and then keeping my courage up for what was coming.  Real life kinda slipped my mind.  My yearly physical was yesterday.  So what would I have done if I had bruised?  It takes nearly a year to get in with my doctor for a physical.  Exactly how would I have explained bruises or strap marks on my butt? I know medical professionally see everything, but if they suspect abuse…?  It could have been very embarrassing.

I nearly made a fool of myself anyway. The nurse was asking about my history, allergies, medicines I’m taking, any problems with menopause, and then she asked, “Now are you sexual active?” I told her yes, and she continued, “No pain?” I couldn’t help grinning. I can’t exactly say my sex life is pain free, but suits my tastes.

When the doctor came in she was pleased that I’d lost ten pounds since last year.  She said everything looked great and that I seemed very happy.  She repeated the advice I got from a doctor six years ago when I first came out and we started this lifestyle, she said “Whatever you’re doing, keep it up!”  I love having doctor’s orders for TTWD!

What I asked for

I guess to get right to the point – I got exactly what I asked for.  Nick took me at my word and Thursday afternoon gave me the spanking of a lifetime.  I spent much of the time squirming and gasping and desperately wanting it to stop, and wanting it to go on and on.  He began with a good warm-up, even some OTK. That’s unusual for us, but so very traditional, and it was a nice touch.  I didn’t get to keep my pants on long; Nick likes to see what he’s doing.

He used the leather strap with the holes in it, it’s great, but I tell you it leave a burn you won’t soon forget.  He also used the OCW (pictured in my masthead), it’s thick heavy leather and when used full force is the most formidable of our leather implements.  When he really got going with that I was desperate to reach back but that wasn’t really an option because my hands were cuffed together to stop that very possibility.  Some other items he used were the dogging bat and a good old fashion hairbrush, and the not so good wooden bath brush.  I had seen it on the floor as I came into the bedroom and quickly hid it under some towels but he found it.

One thing he did during the spanking was when he would pause for a short break I could hear him reach over for his wine glass and take a sip. For some reason with me lying there, not knowing what was coming next, that seemed so hot!  Nick gave several small breaks, which I needed.  He was good about rubbing, but it also had the effect of giving my bottom time to feel everything.  Sometimes during a hard volley my rear would almost become numb. The rubbing would cause that to go away and as he would start again, I felt every bit of it.

I knew I was coming near the end of what I could take.  I really didn’t want to use my safe word – I would have, it was right there where I could grab it if I needed it.  But I wanted to see what I could take.  Once though, self-preservation caused me to roll away from him over onto my back.  Nick took my shoulder and pulled me back over and said quietly “I’m not finished yet.” Oh wow, submissive buttons were being pushed left and right.

Finally it was over and I did feel spent, rung out, thoroughly spanked and well loved.  I felt like I belonged to him, it went from a wonderful spanking to a most passionate afternoon.  I feel I can safely say a good time was had by all.

All that evening I was tender.  I could even feel it the next day each time I sat although there was not one mark or bruise to be see.  About the only outward sign you could see was the grin I couldn’t wipe off my face.  I wouldn’t want to play this intensely every time, but oh boy, it was exactly what I need right now.  I’m happy and hopeful about this – I’m the one who knows when I need this and it’s my responsibility to ask, Nick won’t have to guess or wonder.  We can play without the discipline aspect making me want more and leaving Nick wondering what he should do.  He is free to ask me if I need another visit from Hardass, or threaten me with one. Threats are always appreciated because they get my heart pounding.

I want to leave you with one last word from Nick.  I’m sure many of you have formed a picture of Nick and his personality over the years.  He’s quiet, reserved, he spoils me with out seeming to, he does everything he can to make me happy – even when I know there are times he’d rather strangle me than spank me, all these things are true, but did you know he was a poet too.  Later that evening, after our wonderful encounter I got the following in an email,

In the land of the South

Was a lady that blogged.

From this internet mouth

She asked to be flogged.

Now time has passed

And her bottom is hot.

Is she glad that she asked?

Did she like what she got? 

Who wouldn’t love this man?

Fantasy Friday, Another Chance, chapter 4

Happy Friday everyone. I do love my weekends.  I'm happy to be able to bring you part 4 of Annie story.  I really love this couple. I love older couples in general and I like Bill's style.  At least in story form, LOL!

You can find parts one, two, and three here if you need to catch up.  Please enjoy...

Another Chance, chapter 4:
 Erasing Doubt

The drive to the cabin was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. Their whole world had changed in just six short weeks, though it had not come easily.

Bill stood by his decision, hauling his sometimes willing, often screaming wife over his knee every single day. Despite her sarcasm and complaints the benefit was apparent. She might howl like a scalded cat but their lives were running smoothly and there had only been one punishment needed in the entire month and a half, and it a fairly minor one. It would be easier to drop the maintenance down to a couple times a week, but, not if it was at the cost of the peace he was coming home to now.

Sylvia sat, wrapped in her thoughts and oblivious to the scenery. Today was the big day and she was scared. What if Bill was tired of her, tired of making time that was all hers every day? How could she give this up? She spent her whole life making sure everyone within earshot knew she was a strong, capable woman. How could losing all control be so perfect? What kind of nutcase wanted this? These “maintenance” sessions had sounded so silly when Bill demanded they try it, but this was no play. Her butt was sore every day, all day, and just when it started to wear off it was time to meet him for another round. Every day he scalded her bottom with his hard callused hand until she was through fighting and hung limp over his lap. Then he rubbed lotion over the tender skin until she was composed. After, well, then she usually attacked him. Who knew old farts could do it every day.

Bill carried the luggage in and sent his wife to put together a simple meal they could share on the porch. The air was cool but there was plenty of bright sunshine highlighting the fall colors on the trees across the lake. They enjoyed the crisp fall day, chatting about the grandkids. Bill could see how worried she was and decided to get the ball rolling.

“Go inside, undress, and meet me in front of the fire.”

Startled, Sylvia started to protest, but he cut her off.

“I said go, do it before you earn extras.”

She flew into the house, extras were usually with his belt, or that damned paddle of Ray’s he asked for a few weeks ago. Grumbling about it every step she scuttled into the house, unbuttoning as she went. Bill chuckled at the way she walked that razor edge between obedience and insolence, the last weeks had changed them both. He cleared lunch dishes and was about to carry them to the kitchen when the cabin door flew open and his wife, buck naked, came screaming through it. Bill was so flabbergasted he could only stare, with a dazed grin. She was hopping up and down, screeching, while her nipples puckered in the cool air and her breasts bounced with every jump. He burst out laughing, intending to tell her she looked like a teenager when she threw something and hit him in the forehead. The dishes landed with a crash, glass shards flying, one imbedding itself in her foot as she continued the tirade.

Bill stepped over the glass as best he could, threw her over his shoulder, still screaming, carried her to the closest chair, tossed her over his knee and whaled into her. At first the screaming got louder, she perceived herself as the injured party, though he had no clue what he had done. He just spanked until she stopped. It took a while. They were lucky it was off season. That kind of noise would bring the lake patrol if anyone heard.

He sat there, naked wife across his lap, both breathing hard, confused and disappointed. Figures, just when he was congratulating himself on finding the key to harmony all hell breaks loose. Then he noticed the blood dripping off of her heel. With a sigh, he threw her back over his shoulder and carried her inside. Toeing his shoes off to keep from tracking the glass in, he plopped his now shivering, sobbing wife on the kitchen counter.

Twenty minutes later, not a word spoken between them, he had the splinter removed, her foot bandaged, the glass swept up and a warm robe around her shoulders. Taking a bag of frozen peas for the lump on his forehead he joined Sylvia on the couch.

“I think I deserve an explanation and an apology.”

Sylvia sniffed, and turned away.

“Oh no, you do not get to play these games with me. I have no idea what set you off, what you threw at me, or why. You better start explaining or you are going to regret this deeply.”

“You think you get to decide everything now. I don’t even get asked, you just do whatever you want. How would you like it if I went through your private things? Oh, there’d be trouble then, but you get to just treat me like dirt, like I don’t count or matter at all , I ”

“ENOUGH”

Bill tossed her across his knee again and started all over.

“I have NOT been in your private things, whatever that might be. I deserve an explanation and I will keep this up until I get one.”

With that he blistered her bottom and down her thighs until she sobbed and pleaded for him to let her explain.

“This is your last chance, tell me what happened calmly or I’ll take my belt to you.”

Sylvia climbed onto his lap and sobbed her story out with her face buried on his shoulder. After hearing it, Bill held her, letting her cry herself out.

“I want to be certain I understand. You went into MY suitcase, found something you didn’t like, carried it out to the porch, screamed so loud I broke the dishes then threw it at me. Is that about right?”

“You always make it sound like I am at fault. You had no business reading my private diary, I know how you feel about those kinds of things and I at least deserve to have my privacy.” she huffed, starting to get her temper up again.

“Okay, I did NOT read your diary. I didn’t even know you had one. I still don’t see what that has to do with you rifling MY luggage and throwing things at me.”

“Not ‘things’, you ass, that big fat butt plug you thought you would sneak in without me knowing. I hope that bump hurts, you deserve a headache for thinking you could fool me. I know how you feel.” Arms crossed, glaring through tear swollen eyes, she looked ready to start jumping around naked all over again.

“Are you telling me this is about a sex toy?”

“NO. Not a sex toy, a butt plug that you had no business buying.”

“So, you are saying that the idea of using anal toys is upsetting to you?”

“YES, you idiot, that is what I am saying. Besides the damned thing flew off of your head and into the bushes. It’s ruined now.”

Bill rubbed his aching head, not sure where to even start. Finally, he decided it was best postponed.

“I am too upset with you to deal with this right now. Go crawl into bed and rest, I want to grab a shower and think about what punishment you have earned for this.”

“Punishment? You have been beating me since we got here.”

“I said go to bed. You are in more trouble than you know.”

~~oo0oo~~

This was a good one! And yes, there is another great chapter coming next week. So many thanks to this great writer!! 

Come back for more next week. And I love hearing from new writers. Share a story with us if you will. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com