First weekend alone!

Evidently Cassie's email has been hacked. If you get an email from her, it's spam - don't open it.

Our house is ours again! Our beloved children are back to their usual homes and they’re happy so I am too. And I’ll take a moment here to share that Mollie made the chancellor’s list with a 3.85 GPA. Only student teaching to go, amazing – Mollie was in middle school, thirteen years old, when I began here.

But now that they’re back to normal it’s time for Nick and I to get back to normal. That usually takes longer. I have a terrible time switching from mommy mode to PK mode.  But Nick didn’t seem to have a problem! Yesterday was Friday, our first Friday alone in over a month. I honestly haven’t given it much thought, but Nick was right there with Blondie’s paddle to remind me. I reminded him it had been a while and perhaps going a bit easy wouldn’t be a bad idea. Bless him – he pretty much ignored me!

My weekend wasn’t over. Saturday we finally celebrated my birthday – just over a month late. That in itself was a fairly substantial spanking, I’m no kid after all. Nick always chooses a different implement for each decade. It was a really wonderful afternoon, what’s better than a good spanking and some good loving.  Seems to me that Nick is ready for PK to make her a return and his insistence is the best way to get her back. Happy lady here!

Fantasy Friday - Special Delivery, part 4

I love Fridays, you all know that, but this one is especially good. Today is a half day at school. There is a long, boring teacher workshop this afternoon, but I get to go to a retirement meeting instead. And to make the weekend even better Monday is a holiday and Tuesday is a workday. I might even have time to write! 

Today for Fantasy Friday we finish up Annie's latest story. I always love her writing and this part doesn't disappoint. Please enjoy...

Special Delivery

Chapter 4

Jane was ready to pinch herself to make sure this was really happening. The past six months had been a blur of dizzy happiness. The kind of giddy, self absorbed, falling in love she had always dreamed of. Now she was getting married. Today. To the man of her dreams. Mrs. Raymond Bishop. It had a nice ring to it.


Grabbing her flowers she stood in front of the full-length mirror. The simple, knee length silk sheath fit her perfectly, and looked stunning with the choker of pearls Ray had given her last night. With the flowers from his mother’s garden tied in a simple bouquet she looked like a proper bride. The wedding was going to be small, with no parents between them they had chosen to keep it simple, but elegant. The twins would stand for them, and Ray’s friend Eric would be the best man. The minister that had married Ray’s parents was happy to perform the ceremony at the house. Their house.

After one last look she opened the door and let Debbie know she was ready.

“You look beautiful, Jane. I am so glad you are marrying my brother”

“Yeah, yeah, enough mush, let’s get this show on the road.” Donna cut in.

Both girls looked lovely in matching dresses, but their personalities still shone through. While Debbie was happy for Jane and Ray, Donna simply wanted to get the wedding over so she could get moved into Jane’s apartment.

Debbie had presented Jane with a business proposal the previous month and Donna was happy to reap the benefit of her sister’s industry. Since Jane could work from home Debbie offered to keep the store open and expand it into other specialty services, such as packaging and shipping for local businesses, book keeping, and research for hard to find items. She had been keeping the accounts for Ray’s business and wanted to expand that while attending college. By sharing the store hours with her twin they could live in the apartment, make money of their own, and attend classes a few blocks away at the local university. Debbie had plans for a business degree; Donna planned to have as much fun as possible.

Jane heard the music start and hustled the girls into place. They wanted to be married in the garden, under the rose arbor, now in full bloom. Catching Ray’s eye as she entered behind the twins she could not believe how lucky she was.

Ray watched Jane walk toward him. She looked like a fantasy vision. The love and trust in her eyes made him want to care for her the rest of his life. He was so focused on his bride he failed to see the speculative look Donna gave Eric.

*****

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The minister waited patiently while Ray did a thorough job of following his instructions. Since there were only five members of the wedding party they had agreed on a champagne toast at the arbor before heading to the restaurant.

“Ray has been my best friend since second grade. It is an honor and a privilege to be the first to offer a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Bishop. May your days be filled with love and laughter.”

Eric drank to their health, along with the twins. The minister offered his blessing and sent them on their way. If ever there was a young man who deserved happiness it was Ray. Donna seized the moment and grabbed Eric’s hand.

“I’ll ride with Eric so he doesn’t get lost. Debbie can go with you.”

“I’ll drive myself, that way you can be alone and I can bring Donna home. Otherwise she will make Eric do it.”

“No, we’ll go together. Don’t worry about Eric, he can handle Miss Donna. In fact, she may regret latching on to him.”


Ray smiled at the thought of Donna in Eric’s no-nonsense care, and headed for the restaurant. He was looking forward to his honeymoon and a whole week off from worrying about his sisters. Eric had only recently moved back after a stint in the military. He had planned to take some time off before starting to teach at the local college and was going to be looking in on the twins while Ray and Jane were gone.

After a lovely meal made all the more enjoyable by Donna’s unusually good spirits, they prepared to leave. The airport shuttle was picking them up at Jane’s apartment, leaving Ray’s car there for the twin’s to move their things. Since it was only clothes and personal items they should be settled in that night. Jane had decided to leave the furniture for them; it would be easier for everyone.

As the shuttle pulled away Eric asked if they needed help with the move.

“No, thanks.” “Oh, could you?” They answered simultaneously.

Debbie had her things neatly packed and already in the trunk of Ray’s car, so she started on the changes needed in the store while Eric and Donna made the trip back to the house for her clothes.

“Just make yourself at home, Eric, I’ll be right back.”

Donna skipped up the stairs, plotting how to get Eric’s attention. He certainly had changed in the four years since she had seen him last. Donna smiled to herself; this was going to be a very interesting week. Choosing a halter top and her skimpiest short shorts she quickly changed and threw everything else into a laundry basket. There would be plenty of time to deal with stuff later. Right now she wanted to make sure that Eric could see that Ray’s little sister was all grown up. Slipping down the stairs she popped the champagne out of the fridge and went looking for trouble.

Eric almost laughed out loud when he saw Donna slinking toward him, half dressed and clutching a bottle. Ray was right, she didn’t waste any time.

“I thought we would finish this, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“Just what was it that made you think I would sit here and let you drink?”

Shifting nervously Donna tried again. “I just wanted to thank you for helping.”

The innocent smile on top of the painted on shorts and skimpy halter were too much. Eric started laughing as he took the bottle, grabbed her hand and led her back inside.

“Ray asked me to keep an eye on you and your sister while he is gone. I doubt if he intended that to include letting you drink champagne. I know it did not include letting you parade around half naked.”

“You are not my boss and I can do whatever I want.”

“You will go upstairs. You will change into something appropriate. You will do it now.”

Something about his voice made it clear that he was not going to take any nonsense. Ray had made plenty of threats, in that same low, hard voice, but it had never made her knees weak like this.

Closing her lips with one finger he continued “Let me make this easy for you. I am supposed to keep an eye on you and tell Ray whether I think you are going to be okay living away from home. He’s pretty sure Debbie is ready, but you have been acting like a two year old ever since he started dating Jane. Not only will I tell him you need to move back home, but I am perfectly willing to move you and stay with you myself until he gets back.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I just have few things to get and I’ll be ready to go.” Donna raced upstairs and changed into jeans and an old shirt of Ray’s, then meekly brought her basket down and loaded it into the trunk.

Eric smiled to himself. She may look innocent and cooperative but there was a speculative gleam in her eye that told him the battle had just begun.

*****

Ray made Jane close her eyes for the last few miles. He had made the arrangements and wanted to surprise her. The little cabin nestled on the side of the mountain, with a stream running past and honeysuckle thick on the air. He had worried that this might be a little too rustic for a honeymoon, but he wanted her all to himself. Jane’s squeal of delight put his mind at ease. Throwing her arms around his neck she covered his face with kisses before jumping out of the rental car and running to the porch swing.

“I love it! How did you find this place?”

“Well, when I started thinking about where to take you I knew I wanted privacy, and it had to be someplace new to both of us. One of my drivers showed me pictures of his vacation here and that made me think,…well,”

Jane was amazed to see him blushing furiously. “Made you think what?”

“Made me think I wanted to lean you over that porch rail and warm your bottom then put you on my lap and swing until we pass out from pleasure.” He laughed. “Guess that’s kind of what every groom hopes for on the honeymoon.”

“Sounds heavenly, do I have time to unpack, or should I just lean over right now?” Jane slowly walked to the railing, bent forward and eased her skirt up to her waist, displaying sheer pink panties. Wiggling from side to side she looked over her shoulder in time to see her new husband’s mouth drop open.

“You’re mighty fast talking and slow walking today Mr. Bishop. Don’t tell me that marriage has killed the romance already.”

Before she could continue her teasing a large hand landed firmly on her backside. It was a little harder than their usual play and she let out a yelp. Rubbing her bottom slowly, Ray gave her a wicked smile.

“All these months of being careful, worrying about making too much noise. I made sure we are the only people for miles so you just holler all you want to darlin’. I plan to keep this bottom red hot for the whole week.”

Once her flesh was hot to the touch Ray started his favorite game. Alternating hard smacks with teasing her almost to the point of orgasm, he soon had her moaning and begging him to take her right there. Keeping her right on the brink until she was sobbing with pent up need he finished with a dozen hard smacks to each cheek and let her up. Watching her jump and squeal as she tried to rub the fire in her bottom made it difficult to get his pants off. Seating himself on the swing he pulled her panties off and lifted her onto his lap. Sliding deep inside her he held her close, resisting her attempts to move. Slowly swinging, just the lightest of movement stirred him as the heat from her punished flesh warmed his lap. Holding off as long as he could he reveled in her gasp as he lifted her and let her slide down his full length. Swinging furiously, he slammed into her until her release sent him spiraling to his own. Slick with sweat and their mingled juices he glanced down at his bride in time to see a slow lazy smile.

“Close, darling, very close. We’ll just have to keep practicing until you make me pass out.”

~o~

Annie thank you again for this wonderfully hot story! If anyone has a story that they would like to share with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Time to get back to normal

Are the holidays over yet? It’s hard to tell, all I can feel is exhaustion. 

It’s been so great having all the kids here, Mollie from college and LJ and Colin here from New York. I adore my children and love having them home – and I can’t wait for Nick and I to have our empty nest back again! I hope that doesn’t make me a bad mother.

‘Our’ Christmas day, last Wednesday, was really nice. Since we have no little children around there was no need to get up at the crack of dawn. Nick and I slept late for us and the kids finally got up around ten. We fixed a big breakfast and then started on the gifts. We took our time, going around the circle each opening one gift at a time. I love doing it this way – I can see what everyone gets and their reaction when they open it.

We had a relaxing afternoon and then Mollie started making supper, I was making some dessert. We got them both in the oven and then five minutes later all the power went out. It’s nice that everyone had an iPhone with a flashlight because it was pitch black in the house.

We found a few lanterns and sat them, along with a few candles, around and waited… and waited… No power. No supper cooking so finally we ordered pizza, which we ate by candlelight. It was a very interesting evening. The power was off for about three hours and while I shouldn’t complain about the cold down here in the south – it was COLD! Thank goodness for gas logs.

After a while the boys went out to meet with friends and Mollie headed back to her school for a meeting she had the next day. Her school is about an hour away and when she got about ten minutes from home she called back to say that her car had no heat at all. Poor kid, it was a cold ride and the next morning when she headed out to her meeting it was -1 degree.

It got down to 5 degrees here and we had a two-hour delay for school and trust me – I needed it! And I’m still tired.

The boys are heading back this afternoon and I think Mollie is heading back so she can work in the daycare, she doesn’t start her student teaching until the twentieth. But the best news is that Mollie found out that she passed her licensure tests. She had been so worried. Now she only has to do the student teaching and she’ll be a teacher – an unemployed one for the moment, but a teacher nonetheless.

So we’ve had a great Christmas. We’ve enjoyed the children’s visits and we are looking forward to getting back to being just us. I wonder how long it’s going to take for PK to reappear, I hope she’s close by.

Fantasy Friday - Special Delivery, part 3

My week has been chaotic and wonderful. My boys are in from NYC and we had a wonderful Christmas this past Wednesday. Of course Cassie's Conflict came out in the midst of this busy week. I'm looking forward to telling you all about it.

But today is Friday and it's time for Fantasy Friday. Today we have the third part of Annie's story and I think you're going to like it. Sit back and enjoy...

Special Delivery

part 3

The ride home was quiet. Jane worried what he must think of a woman that slept with him before even knowing his name. Ray pondered how to put her at ease. She directed him to the back of the shop where her private entrance was. Ray casually draped his arm over her shoulder as they climbed the stairs. At the door he tipped her chin up, thanked her for a lovely evening and kissed her, thoroughly, but with some restraint. Taking the keys from her hand, he unlocked the door and held it for her.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Jane asked, puzzled to find him still standing on her porch.

“Not on our first date.” He smiled and ran lightly down the steps, calling over his shoulder, “Do you like ice cream?”

“Sure, who doesn’t?”

“Great, we’ll have ice cream next time.”

Jane found herself alone, watching him pull away ruined all of the clever things she had planned to say about not wanting to rush this and waiting to sleep together until they became better acquainted. In fact, she found herself disappointed that he could just walk away so casually. Too keyed up to think about sleep she poured a glass of wine and paced the floor. The more she thought about it the angrier she became. It was her job to turn him down, just leaving her standing there was rude, especially after kissing her like he meant it. She would give him the cold shoulder when he came for her delivery tomorrow, that much was certain. Then, she would give him a chance to apologize. Having decided it was fair to be angry she headed toward bedroom just as she heard a knock at the door. Through the peephole she saw Ray, smiling, with two ice cream cones.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home.”

“Hurry up, these are ready to drip, hope you don’t mind, I had to take a couple licks off of yours to keep from making a mess in the car.”

Shoving a melting cone into her hand Ray sauntered in and made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Okay, now this makes it our second date. Should I leave and come back one more time to be respectable, or can I stay here and make out with my girl?”

Jane stared at him with delight, this was exactly what the hero in one of her favorite books would do. Before she could answer the ice cream she had forgotten slid off of the cone, landing on her chest and dripping icy trails between her breasts. Running to the kitchen Jane dropped the cone in the sink and grabbed a towel only to find Ray right behind her. Tossing his ice cream in the sink with hers he lifted her onto the counter and ran his tongue through the sticky mess as he unbuttoned her blouse.

“Now THIS is how I like my ice cream.” He teased as he gathered her breasts and swirled his cold tongue over her already puckered nipples. Taking the towel from her hand he wet it in warm water and gently washed her, trailing kisses over her breasts until she was breathless. “And this is what I have been thinking of all day.”

His hand slid under her skirt to find panties damp with desire. Kissing her deeply, he slipped the wisp of silk aside and stroked her until she moaned. When he raised his head he had to smile at the need written on her face.

“Can we go to the bedroom now?” Jane whispered.

“Not yet, I haven’t finished my dessert.” Dipping his head he slowly kissed the inside of her thighs until she was begging with need. “I’ll buy you new panties tomorrow.” Tearing the thin barrier to shreds he murmured, “Better yet, just don’t wear any.” before burying his face in her sweetness.

Jane lost all sense of reason, the universe contracted to the tip of his tongue as it slipped between her folds, swirling and licking until she cried out his name, her heels drumming against his back with the force of her orgasm.

Picking her up, Ray carried her back to the couch and settled her on his lap.

“Not bad for a second date.” He teased, nibbling her neck, and rolling first on nipple, then the other between his thumb and finger. He took his time, making sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her, when she vibrated with need; he carried her to the bed. Slowly undressing her, planting soft kisses on each inch of flesh he revealed until finally he covered her with his hard body. Poised at her entrance he felt her open for him.

“Tell me what you want, darling.” he rasped against her ear, barely able to restrain himself further.

“Please, Ray, don’t make me beg. I want you, please, now.”

“Oh baby, I want you. I want to feel you around my cock when I make you come.” He slid inside, deep and hard, pinning her to the bed until she gave him what he demanded. Satisfied, twined together, they held one another close. Talked about their day, chatting and relaxing, enjoying the intimacy. Ray hated to spoil the moment, but it was getting late and he would have to leave soon.

“So, does this mean you will forgive me?”

“For what?”

“For the horrid dinner with my sisters, or I should say sister. Debbie was her usual, quiet self, and Donna was her usual bitchy self. I really wanted you to like them.”

“Is that why you punished her? To make me feel better?”

“Hardly. She got what she earned, no more and no less. Why would you think it had anything to do with you?”

“Because you spanked me.,” she whispered, blushing furiously.

“I spanked you because you slapped me. Try it again and I will take a paddle to your butt until you can’t sit for days. Donna got exactly what I told her she would get if she was rude to you, plus she was already in trouble over smoking in school.”

“I see.”

“Why does it matter to you what happens to Donna?”

“I don’t want you spanking anyone but me, even if she is your sister.” Horrified at blurting out her true reason, Jane buried her face in the pillow and burst into tears, resisting his attempts to turn her to face him until he landed several hard swats to both cheeks.

“Look at me.” he demanded. “Now, tell me what you are talking about. You are jealous because I had to spank Donna, is that right?”

Through her tears Jane mumbled, “I wished it was me.”

“You like getting your bottom warmed, do you?”

“No, yes, I like the way it feels when you stop.”

“Tell me how it feels when you are getting spanked?”

When she failed to answer, Ray flipped her over and landed his hand with a crack on both cheeks. “Is this what you like?” Punctuating each word with a spank he asked her again and again until she admitted that she did.

Ray felt himself swell at the thought of spanking her just for the pleasure it would bring. His sisters were a chore, a responsibility that he had to fulfill. This was something totally different. He had never thought of spanking as anything but an effective behavior modification tool until he had Jane over his knee, bottom bouncing and red, her squealing mixed with the sound of his hand cracking against her over and over. That image had kept him awake and hard long hours last night. The idea of her, in her bed, thinking about it too, was the final straw. He made sure her bottom was good and red before pulling her to her knees and sliding deep inside her again. The heat of her bottom against his belly coupled with the way she rocked against him as he drove into her brought them both to shuddering climaxes in moments. Holding her close, he turned, cradling her in his arms.

“We need to talk about this, Jane. I have never done anything like this before, but it feels right with you. Hell, everything feels so damn right with you it scares me.”

“Me too. Scared, I mean. I haven’t even been out on a date for a very long time.
And this is moving so fast.”

“Shush, don’t be scared, we’ll find our way together. As long as we’re happy and we keep talking, we’ll be fine. But I want you to know the spanking you got last night was a totally different thing from tonight. If you deserve a punishment you’ll get it, and I won’t make the same mistake I did last night again. If you have a punishment coming there won’t be any lovemaking until whatever it was is settled.  I want to be clear about the difference.”

“But I don’t want the whole spanking, just the first part.”

“Then you better be good.”

Ray held her until she drifted off to sleep then slid reluctantly out of her bed and dressed in the dark. For the first time since his parents died he wished he didn’t have to go home to his sisters.

~o~

I'm really glad that Annie has been keeping us entertained these last few weeks and that there are a few more to come. I sure wish I was getting some new stories, but so far nothing. Think about it, I'd love to hear your story. Send any stories you have to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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A few glitches, a few hiccups,

but its finally here!

Cassie's Conflicts

And even better - my boys got home!
Merry Christmas!!

Cough, cough here - hack, hack there

We are not having a good luck health wise this week. Mollie and I have just had colds and I’m nearly over mine, thank goodness. But Nick is feeling rough. He nearly passed out in the shower yesterday morning and once he made it back to the bed he woke me and asked if I’d get him something to drink and some medicine. Considering this is only the third time in over thirty years that he asked me to get him anything, I was a little worried.

Nick’s funny when he’s sick. Where I hear so many men turn into babies Nick goes almost in the other direction. I swear if he broke his leg he’d hop to the Advil before he’d ask Mollie or me to get it for him. And please don’t think I don’t ASK – I’d get him anything he needed, but he won’t let me.

He seemed to be feeling better by afternoon, but we also worried about his folks. His dad has bronchitis and is having a terrible time keeping his sugar level where they need to be. Where he was out helping load wood into the truck a few weeks ago he can now barely make it to the bathroom with a walker. Nick’s mom is having problems too. Her memory problems are becoming more serious and life-changing decisions will soon need to be made for them.

There are five children and they are all wonderful people who will do anything for their parents, but that still doesn’t make things easy. When I went through this with my parents it was tough. I was here with them and my one sister was several hours away. I think it was easier being able to make all the decisions myself. My sister helped every way possible, but she left the final decisions to me. I think it was easier that way, even if everyone on a committee wants what’s best, it can still be hard for a ‘committee’ to move forward with a decision, rather than spend all their time discussing options that none of them want.

We’ve been so lucky with his folks – they are ninety and ninety-three, they still live alone, but it can’t go on forever. But we’re all worried now.

Fantasy Friday - Special Delivery, part 2

Happy New Year everyone! Just a reminder that I am giving away three copies of Cassie's Conflicts that's coming out next week - I expect it will be our at Blushing Books sometime Monday and probably Amazon and Barnes and Nobel by Tuesday or Wednesday. Just leave a comment over at PK Corey's Reading Room to enter for a chance for a free copy.

Today we have the second part of Annie's story. If you missed the first part you can find it here. I hope you are enjoying…

Special Delivery

part 2

Ray caught a cab back to his office and hurried home, hoping for the best. His sisters were not above taking advantage of his absence. To his great surprise the house was dark and quiet, the kitchen clean and tidy. The only thing worse than chaos was excess neatness, it meant one or both of them was in trouble and trying to soften him up by being extra good.

What a day, he paused in the kitchen, wishing he could relax with a quiet beer. No, better to find out what they were up to, and then really relax. He walked upstairs, hoping to find them in bed, asleep. Both of their doors were closed, lights off, so far so good.

Ray knew it was too good to be true. On his pillow rested a letter from school. So much for a quiet evening. It seems Miss Donna was suspended for three days for smoking on school property. Apparently this was not the first offense. His signature was accepted on the last letter, this time he had to talk to the principal in person. No problem there, Ray never saw the first letter and would be happy to discuss it with Donna and the principal.

Ray knocked on Donna’s door, and then went in. She lay still, appearing sound asleep, but Ray was wise to her tricks.

“Stop pretending, Donna. I know you aren’t asleep. We need to talk about this now.”

Donna rolled over just as he turned on the light. Her tousled hair and sleepy face made her look much younger than almost eighteen.

“Tell me your side of this, but, don’t lie to me or it will just be worse.”

Ray sat on the side of her bed and waited.

“I was with some friends during study hall and we went outside to get something out of Becky’s car. Some of them were smoking and we didn’t see the principal coming. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Donna peeked up at her brother through a veil of lashes trying to gauge his reaction to her story so far.

“What about the other letter, the one I signed and returned to school the last time you were in trouble?”

Donna groaned, if he knew about that there was no hope, she was dead.

“Were you smoking?”

“I was just, well, you see, um, well.” Donna was desperate to find an answer that didn’t involve actual lies.

“Oh, I see. I see a little girl who is in very big trouble, and is making it all worse. You are suspended from school for three days, you do NOT want to lie to me on top of that.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Ray, it won’t ever happen again, I promise.”

“You got away with this once and didn’t learn anything. I intend to see to it that you don’t forget this time. Go get the paddle.”

“Ray, you can’t paddle me, I’m eighteen, and I’m much too big for you to spank.”

“One, two, three,”

She was off of the bed and racing to do as he had asked before he stopped counting. It had been awhile since he had punished either of them, but not so long that she didn’t remember that this was a bad time to make him angry. She raced to the kitchen and was already in tears by the time she returned. Without a word, Ray motioned her over the end of the bed, lifted her t-shirt and started walloping. Her thin panties offered no protection against the rapid fall of the paddle, in just a few strokes she was sobbing and promising to be good. By the time he was finished she hung limply over the footboard. He pulled her up, gave her a hug and tucked her into bed, with a promise that the discussion would continue in the morning.

Ray fell into bed wondering where in the world he would find the energy to run a business, supervise his sisters, and start a relationship.

Breakfast at the Bishop house was unusually quiet. Donna came down in her favorite jeans, while Debbie was dressed in her school uniform. Ray watched them both, as they tried to judge his mood. No one but Ray could tell them apart, outwardly identical twins, inside they were as different as night and day. Donna outgoing, popular and always in trouble. Debbie quiet, studious, usually lost in a book.

“I spoke to the principal this morning. It seems there have been several notices sent home for my signature that I never saw. I want to make it clear that this will not happen again. I gave instructions that I am to be called if there is a problem. Debbie, you go on to school, and try to learn from your sister’s mistakes.”

Debbie quietly gathered her books and left for the bus stop, glad it wasn’t her that made Ray so sad.

Donna sat in her chair waiting for the lecture she knew was coming. If she could just get through this part she would have the house all to herself for three whole days.

“Donna, I am so disappointed in your behavior. You know how I feel about smoking, and there is nothing I hate more than lying. You have broken every rule we have this time, and the principal tells me that you have been in trouble at school. In fact, he was concerned because he had sent a request for a conference, but I was too busy to go.”

Ray watched Donna sinking into her seat, she was obviously hoping he wouldn’t find out about the rest.

“I think that this is a bigger problem than just smoking. You have been lying to your teachers, signing my name to school letters, turning in late assignments and running around with a wild crowd.”

Ray paused to take a drink of coffee, sighed, then continued.

“While you are suspended your sister will be bringing your schoolwork home so you don’t fall behind. Also, there will be some extra credit work in the classes you have been falling behind in. Since I cannot trust you to do what you are supposed to you will be going to work with me while you are suspended. To help you remember just how much trouble you are in we will start each morning off with the paddle.”

Ray was surprised at her reaction, without a word she nodded and went up to her room. He knew if she was giving in this easily there must be more that he didn’t know, yet.
Ray went upstairs, determined to make her understand.

Donna was draped over the foot of her bed, paddle next to her, the very picture of a contrite little girl awaiting punishment.

“Donna, take your jeans down.”

“No, you can’t spank me on the bare bottom. That’s illegal, it’s disgusting, it’s...”

“Donna, you do it, or I will.”

Hands shaking Donna slowly unzipped her jeans and let them fall to her knees. Instead of panties, she was wearing her bathing suit under her clothes.

“Just where were you planning to go today?”

“Nowhere, I just wanted to sit outside, work on my tan, you know.”

The answer was quick but she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Okay, let’s get started.”

Ray leaned her over the foot of the bed and started paddling. When he was sure he had her full attention he asked,

“Where were you planning to go today, Donna?”

“Nowhere, honest, Ray.”

“I’m going to keep spanking until you decide to tell the truth, young lady.”

Even the thickness of her bikini couldn’t protect her from the burning of the paddle as Ray spanked long and hard, when the paddle connected with the uncovered skin at the top of her thighs, she broke down and told him the truth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie, I was just scared. We were going to go to Becky’s house, they have a pool and she’s suspended, too. Please stop, I can’t take anymore.”

"Why do you lie to me when you know it only makes things worse."

Ray gathered Donna's suit in the middle, exposing both bright red cheeks, and laid the paddle on fast and furious. Covering every inch of skin, almost to her knees, she was blubbering like a baby when he finally threw the paddle onto the bed and let her up.

"Lose the bathing suit, you won't be needing it. I'm leaving in 5 minutes, be ready."

Two hours later, a still pouting sister in the front seat, Ray finally got to the stop he had been waiting for. Jane looked up and smiled when he walked in.

"Good morning, beautiful. Got any packages for me?"

Ray sauntered around the desk and gathered her into his arms for a thorough kiss, leaving her breathless.

"I didn't think you'd come back, I mean, well after yesterday…" Jane tried to cover how flustered she felt at his touch.

"Darling, you are going to have to work real hard to get rid of me. You are the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time, and I can't wait to get you alone for some more of that fine loving we had last night."

Jane blushed at his frank approach.

"Does that mean we're having dinner tonight as planned?"

"Well, yes and no. Yes we are having dinner tonight. No, not exactly what I had planned. I've run into a little domestic problem with one of my sisters and I can't leave them alone again tonight. How would you feel about having dinner with us and then I'll drive you home to make sure you get in safe?"

"If you're having a problem at home maybe this isn't the best time for me to intrude. I was looking forward to seeing you, but, we could postpone it until you work out your problem."

Ray could see Jane was as disappointed as he was over the loss of their romantic evening.

"If we wait until I don't have a problem at home we'll die of old age. I'll pick you up after work, say about 6:00, don't change your clothes, I'll be spending the rest of my day thinking about sliding my hand under that skirt."

Ray kissed her before she could answer, grabbed the packages on the counter and ran out. She couldn't help but wonder if he pulled out so fast because he didn't want her to have a chance to say no.

By closing time Jane was a bundle of nerves. This was her first real date in a very long time. Even though they had slept together, and she still wasn't quite sure how that had happened, she didn't know Ray well enough to be comfortable meeting his family.

Ray walked through the door promptly at 6PM, still in uniform and looking tired.

"I dropped my sister off at home so they could get dinner started. Besides, I wanted a chance to explain before you meet them."

Jane couldn't help being impressed with the story of Ray raising his twin sisters after their parent's death. Although only nineteen at the time, he never considered the twins a burden, or at least not often. Hearing him tell of his struggle to raise them while supporting the family and growing up himself showed her a side of him she didn't expect. It also gave them something in common, although she was much older when her father died.

The ranch-style house sat back from the street and was obviously well tended. Flowers bloomed in beds along the walk and around the door in a riot of colors.

"This is lovely, I have always wanted a flower garden, but we lived in town."

"I'm glad you like it. Tending the flowers is relaxing and it helps keep my mother's spirit about the place. I don't have her green thumb, but I do okay with the easy ones."

They entered through a neat foyer and Ray headed back to the kitchen. When Jane lagged behind he grabbed her hand and hauled her along. The kitchen was large and sunny with an old, farm-style table at its center. Two girls spun around. He had said twins, but that didn't prepare her for the how lovely they were. Both petite, with long dark hair and the same dark blue eyes framed with long, dark lashes. They were definitely Ray's sisters, although the mouth they all shared was less pouting and more plain stubborn on his chiseled face. Ray introduced Jane to the girls, poured her a glass of wine and left for a quick shower.

The minute Ray left the room there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Debbie went about her dinner preparations quietly, but, Donna turned to Jane with a speculative look.

"So, how long have you been sleeping with my brother?" She demanded in a snotty tone.

Jane was so shocked by the rudeness, she didn't offer an answer, much less the truth. Trying to ride out what was surely a case of overprotective, little sister worries she ignored the question and asked several of her own about their school and hobbies. Each time getting an answer from Debbie, and a deepening frown from Donna. Jane began to realize that they were identical in looks, but their natures were as different as night and day. She doubted she would ever have any difficulty telling them apart, at least not in person.

"Why don't you just skip that whole getting to know us routine? We know you're just after our brother's money and you might fool him with that innocent look but you don't fool me. In fact, oomf!"

Donna's tirade was interrupted by a large hand hauling her out of the kitchen by the back of her pants.

"Go upstairs and wait for me. Do not make me ask you twice."

"Jane, I apologize for my sister's poor manners, in a few minutes she will, too. Please excuse us while we work this out."

Jane glanced at Debbie for some clue as to why Donna seemed so determined to dislike her. Before she could figure the best way to ask a familiar noise drifted into the kitchen. The sound of a paddle, followed closely by wailing and promises to be good.

Ray sat down to dinner as if nothing had happened, saying only that Donna would be down later. Jane tried to make light conversation but the tension made it difficult. She had no experience with family dynamics. Ray could sense her discomfort and suggested they go back to her place for a nightcap. He didn't want to scare her off with too much family interaction. Donna came down just as they were leaving, the very model of a subdued and contrite girl, apologized prettily, then stuck her tongue out at Jane behind Ray's back.

"You're awful quiet. Is this the part where you tell me we can be friends, but you don't feel 'that way' about me?"

"Oh, but I do!" Jane blushed, and stammered, "I mean, well, I just…"

Ray laughed. "Well the feeling is definitely mutual. In fact, I have been thinking about getting you in 'that way' all day."

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As always a big thanks to Annie for sharing her stories with us. There is more to come. I hope some of the rest of you will soon. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com