Fantasy Friday - In Days of Olde...

I'm having a hard time adjusting to school this year - it must be old age. I come home so tired I can barely keep my eyes opened, much less write something coherent. Actually my kids are pretty good this year. But I definitely need more sleep.

I think you will love this story - the time period is a romantic one and the story just carries you along. It's written by Slightly Naughty Princess (SNP) who blogged in the past. I haven't heard from her in a while. I'd love for her to pop up again.

Please enjoy ...

In Days of Olde...

Marcus was training with his men. He thrust his sword forward to show how to defend in battle. The sun was beating down on them and it was hot. Marcus walked over to get a drink from a jug of water. He glanced down the cliff to the sandy beach below. He did a double take. Surely that was not Gwendolyn walking alone near the water? He stared for a long moment and realized it was indeed his wife. There was no mistaking her hair flowing in the breeze and her ruby gown. She looked beautiful even from high above.

Damn! He had been over this with her many times. She was not to leave the safety of the castle without an escort and certainly not alone. It was just too dangerous. They had enemies all around them. It was best to stay close to the castle walls. Henry was standing nearby. He had recently been injured and could not train with the rest of the men. Marcus gave Henry an order to ride down to the beach and collect his wife. He would continue training and speak with her later. Marcus marched off and started shouting orders to all his men.

Henry approached Gwendolyn on his horse with caution. She was resting in the sun on the sand. He did not want to disturb her, but he had his orders. He cleared his throat in hopes to get her attention. Gwendolyn glanced over to him and sighed. Her peaceful sanctuary had been invaded.

Henry spoke up “My lady, your husband asked me to escort you back to the castle.”

Gwendolyn replied “Very well, but I shall walk.”

Henry nodded and waited for her to start. He tried to be respectful of her space and follow at a distance. Gwendolyn got up and started up the path to the castle. Damn! Could she not even have a few moments alone? She knew there were risks leaving the castle walls, but in daylight hours she felt secure. She loved the feel of the wind and waves and walking on the beach. She could escape for a just a little while.

It was just her luck Marcus had seen her. She should probably engage in conversation with Henry. He was a loyal friend of her husband and a fine knight. But, she somehow resented his presence and so she did not want to talk to him. She approached the castle walls and turned to say a curt thank you to Henry. She went inside and went to their chamber. She called for a bath to wash off the sand and sun. Refreshed she went down to the main hall to help with the evening meal. The men would be returning soon and Gwendolyn knew she would have to see Marcus at that point.

She kept busy with helping with food platters for the tables and lighting around the hall. Finally the men came in. They wasted no time in crowding around the tables. The women were busy in serving food and ale. Marcus saw his wife from a distance. He nodded to her and she smiled a thin smile back to him. Gwendolyn turned to help with more food and Marcus listened to the joke being told by one of his men.

They stayed apart for most of the evening. Slowly the men started out to their quarters to sleep. The women were cleaning the platters and the hall. Gwendolyn helped longer than usual. She was not looking forward to talking with Marcus. Marcus could tell his wife was unusually “busy”. He took one last drink from his mug and placed it on the table. He got up and announced he was retiring to his chamber with his wife. Gwendolyn smiled to her female companions and bid them a good night. She joined her husband on the stairs. They walked the stairs in silence.

Marcus opened the chamber door for his wife, she stepped into the chamber, and he closed the door behind them. The moment of truth was upon them. Gwendolyn walked over to get her brush from the dressing table. She started brushing her hair to have something to do. Marcus watched his wife retrieve her brush. He knew she needed something to focus on besides being alone with him. She had such beautiful hair. No! He needed to stick to the task at hand. He needed to speak to her about the events of the day and not focus on her beautiful hair. He spoke up more forcefully than he intended. “Gwendolyn, what in the world were you doing walking alone on the beach away from the castle walls today? We have been over this subject many times and so I am at a loss why you would defy me in this?”

Gwendolyn looked up at her husband. What could she say to satisfy him? She paused to come up with something. Finally, she blurted out “I’m sorry, Marcus. I just wanted a little time to myself. It gets so confining in these castle walls and you are always training and busy with your men. It was the middle of the day and I was very careful to check out my surroundings. I think it is an unfair request of you to demand this of me!” Take that she thought.

Marcus listened to his wife speak her mind to him. Maybe she was right. As long as it was daylight and she could call for help. No, wait....she is not right. It is too dangerous and so Marcus spoke up. “Gwendolyn, I can understand that you want some time alone and that you enjoy the beach. However, you are not allowed to go away from the castle walls alone. You could be captured, taken, or any number of things could happen! I would never forgive myself if I did not see to your safety. You are my wife and I love you. This is most serious Gwendolyn. You will be punished this night and I hope you will never disobey me in this again.”

Gwendolyn felt her heart rate quicken. Suddenly she was not so strong. Marcus told her to remove her gown and under clothes and place herself over their table in their room. Gwendolyn did as she was told. She shivered as she walked naked towards the table. She bent over the edge and placed her head and arms in front of her on the table. The table was not too high, but had to spread her legs apart to make a comfortable fit. Marcus stared at his wife. He was thankful she did not protest or argue with him on this. He came to stand behind her as she bent over the table. He asked her to tell him why she was in this position. In a soft voice she said because she had disobeyed his rule and gone to the beach alone and put her safety at risk. He thanked her for her acknowledgement and then swiftly started spanking her.

His hand made contact immediately and she jumped slightly. He told her to stay in place and not move again. The assault on her backside continued. Gwendolyn had to rise up on her toes a couple of times. She cried out that she was sorry and for him to stop, but Marcus did not stop. He wanted his wife to remember this for a long while. After he saw a nice pink glow to her bottom he stopped. Gwendolyn sighed in relief. But, it was not over. Marcus told her to go stand in the corner of their chamber. The hand spanking was for disobeying a rule they had established. She would return when he called her and she would be spanked again for putting her safety at risk. Ahhh! Marcus was a big brute.

Gwendolyn went off to the corner none too happy. Marcus watched his wife go. He saw her fidgeting in the corner. He told her to be still and think on the events of the day. Gwendolyn faced the chamber wall and tried to get a grip on her emotions. Her backside already hurt and she did not want to get another spanking. Marcus was being overly cautious. Nothing had happened to her! Marcus called to his wife to return to him. Gwendolyn turned around and walked to the table again in a slow pace. Marcus asked her to once again lean over the table. She hesitated a moment, but then leaned over in place. This time Marcus held a leather strap. He told Gwendolyn he was going to give her 25 spankings with the strap. She was to count them out and thank him. Gwendolyn told him he could spank her, but she was not going to thank him. To that he started spanking her until she cried out. She asked him to stop. He told her the spanking would not stop until she did what she was told. Gwendolyn felt tears in her eyes, but gave in.

She started counting from that point and saying thank you after each swat. Finally, they reached twenty five. Marcus put the strap down and reached for his wife. Gwendolyn fell into him and cried. After several minutes they moved apart. Marcus picked up his wife. He placed her on their bed on her stomach. He walked to the chamber door and called for a servant girl. She came to the door and he asked her to fetch some of the special soothing oil. The servant girl returned with the jar of oil in a few moments. Marcus thanked her and shut the door. He immediately went to his wife’s side. He poured some oil from the jar and rubbed on her sore bottom. She was no longer crying, but still had a few lingering tears.

Marcus had a lump in his throat. He did not like to see his wife in pain, but he needed to make an impression on her. He could see her body relax. He stood and removed his clothes and came to join her in bed. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered endearments in her ear. He told her he would be lost if anything ever happened to her. He would try to make more time to take her out of the castle walls, but she had to wait for him or find an escort. If she disobeyed him again then her punishment would be much more severe. Gwendolyn felt safe in his arms and was exhausted. She fell asleep quickly.

The early morning light streamed in and woke her. She glanced over at her strong husband and smiled. He was beginning to wake as well. He smiled back at her. Soon they were touching and joined in an intimate embrace. They made love two times before Marcus said he must go. Gwendolyn stayed in their room for a while. She joined the other women downstairs where everyone was working on their chores. The noon meal rolled around. The men came in from training. Marcus smiled when he saw Gwendolyn and she smiled back. The serving girl next to her made a comment that Gwendolyn was so fortunate to have an attentive husband. She smiled and agreed. They went to take their place at the table. Gwendolyn grimaced as she sat down on the bench. Her behind was so sore! She thought to herself that she was indeed fortunate to have an attentive husband, but maybe he was too attentive at times!

~o0o~

Now doesn't that make you want a night with knight all your own? SNP thank you again for writing and for sharing your stories here with all the rest of us. If you're around come by and say hello.

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Pink cheeks and purple hair

My last school year has begun and I’m still smiling. New rules and regulations are in place at the school. All are annoying, time consuming and ultimately useless and I’m ignoring everyone of them. That’s part of why I’m smiling. Another reason is that I got spanked last week.

Nick was thinking about taking care of all this last weekend, but my beginning of the school year cold came early and I wasn’t feeling my best, breathing wise. He agreed to the postponement but told me when I was feeling better I was to come to him with an implement and ask him if he had time to take care of things. That will give you a butterfly or two.

By Wednesday I was better and no longer wanted it hanging over my head. I brought him his belt – such lovely old, soft leather and I asked if he had time. He did. Not that there was anything horrible on my list to take care of, sadly just the usual. We only have about three rules and I’d managed to break two that week. The clean laundry was left sitting in the basket where Nick had brought it up, just a little past it’s twenty-four-hour limit (but I had been sick) and I let the car get way below the quarter of a tank limit rule Nick had imposed. It’s not that I’ve ever let the car run out or anything it’s just that it’s usually near empty on Sundays and Nick ends up having to put gas in every time. I don’t like stopping for gas. When we first got this car in April one year I managed not to have to put in gas myself until August. I think Nick is beginning to catch on 

He told me yes, he had the time and I had to put my hands on the couch and stick out my bottom for him. Not my favorite position – but this wasn’t necessary a spanking purely for my enjoyment. He did a little warm up over clothing, never enough. But then when he lowered my shorts he did make that belt sing. I was reminded of both the laundry rule and the gas rule before he let me stand up and I was feeling the burn by then. I got a hug before I saw his eyes light up again and suddenly I was back in position as he remembered I’d left the windows opened that morning despite his reminder as he’s left for work. It does hurt more when you think it’s over and they decide to begin round two.

Then Nick decided that while I was in such a convenient position he’d take his dominance a bit further and while I wasn’t complaining I did hope the neighbor who often brings us homemade bread didn’t pick that moment to drop by. So Wednesday brought a spanking and a quickie, an excellent way to begin the school year.

As for the purple hair, yes I did it. I’d said I wanted to put a purple streak in my hair as soon as I let it go to a natural gray. Mollie told me I couldn’t do that, and that was enough to push me into it. What do you think?

I will tell you the kids at school LOVED it! All the teachers at school and friends on FB have said they liked it – now they may well be talking about me behind my back, but I could care less about that. I’m curious as to what my mom’s friends will say about it at church today – these are all little old ladies in their eighties and nineties. I had told them my plan, but I doubt they believed me. 

I’m guessing my mom would have sided with Mollie. Actually I don’t think Mollie is really against it. When she saw it I just got a, “Mother…” and an eye roll. But deep down I bet she’s happy that her mom is willing to break away from the norm and do something like this just for fun. I’m sure I’ll get some negative comments from my sisters-in-law today. But honestly they have sticks so far up their rigid butts I expect them to come out of their mouths, so I definitely don’t care about them. And Nick? Nick just laughed and gave me a kiss, and since his opinion is the only one I really care about other than mine, I guess that makes it all right.

Fantasy Friday - A Stranger's Gift

If you're reading this I survived my first week back at school. My last 'first week' so all is good. I got this story back in 2011 and the author didn't want to be identified at all. I no longer remember who send it to me, but should anyone recognize this as their work, please let me know so you can get full credit.   I do know we have a very good writer here. *And now we know that the author is Grace Mere and I sure hope she writes for us again!

Please enjoy…

A Stranger's Gift

Her friend lead her into the room, it was like the rest of the house, old, but warm and friendly. They closed the door behind them; her friend left her to stand in one of the corners, to observe. She walked across the room, past the large bed and stopped in front of one of the windows. She gazed out at the view, the formal gardens below her would normally be teeming with visitors at this time of year but the weather had kept them away and only a few hardy souls ventured out.

She continued to stare out of the window as she heard the door open and then close behind her. The sound of soft footsteps made her glance around behind her and she caught a glimpse of a woman, younger than her and slightly built. She wasn’t sure what she expected but this person did not fit her imagination. So, she thought to herself, this is really going to happen, she felt a tingle of nerves down her spine as she continued to stare out of the window at the black threatening clouds that hung over the landscape.

The young women gently held her arm and encouraged her to bend forward and place both hands onto the window seat in front of her. She looked sideways and caught a glimpse of a short piece of leather, so am I really going to do this, she thought as she looked out of the window again, noticing for the first time how the old glass distorted the view slightly. Her legs trembled and she started to adjust her position but a firm hand on the small of her back stopped her from moving. She became acutely aware for the first time of her naked breasts under her thin summer dress, her nipples erect, gently rubbed against the fabric as she breathed.

She felt the short piece of leather positioned against the centre of her bottom for a second and then felt a warm sting as the strap made contact, she let out a short gasp, not from pain but more surprise, it did not feel how she had expected. Another stroke made contact, quickly followed by another. She felt heat spreading across her bottom and found she was struggling to catch her breath at each impact. She caught site of some visitors in the garden running for cover as the heavens finally opened. The strong gusting wind lifted the rain and hurled it at the window in front of her.

It crossed her mind that here were two different worlds, side by side, what would those people wonder at the activities in the room above them? As quickly as it had started, it stopped, and the young women with one hand on her shoulder gestured for her to stand up. She felt herself trembling, not from fear this time but excitement. The young women smiled knowingly and taking her by the hand led her to the edge of the bed. She then piled the pillows up in the centre of the bed and spoke for the first time.

“Bend over these pillows, you are to be punished.”

These words sent a shiver through her; she immediately obeyed and placed herself over the pillows. She felt vulnerable with her bottom in this raised position, she felt her dress being pulled up, and the cool air on the lower cheeks of her buttocks not covered by her knickers. The young women knelt on the bed and as she leaned over to pick up a hairbrush from the bedside cupboard whispered briefly into her ear,

“Just relax, I will take care of everything for you, I will keep you safe.”

She felt the hairbrush gently strike each cheek of her bottom in turn, making the heat quickly return. She wondered about her choice of underwear, white knickers, innocent, had she chosen white to protest her innocence, or to contrast with the redness of her bottom cheeks on show? So maybe not so innocent! Maybe subconsciously she was a naughty girl, why girl? She wondered, she was a grown woman! The hairbrush landed again forcing a gasp and then a sob from her lips. She wanted to be punished, she deserved to be punished, all those deeds at school that had passed unchallenged, and even more since then. She was not a bad person, just normal really, well, maybe unusual, special, she smiled to herself at this thought. Certainly she dreamt of being spanked all her life.

The spanking paused and she felt her knickers being slowly pulled down. She was conscious of her bare bottom being fully on display, the redness for all to see. The spanking started again, very slowly and progressively getting harder, the brush was now being applied all over her bottom so every inch was on fire. She was breathing heavy again and grimacing as each slap made its impact felt, but strangely, she was also smiling at the same time. Another splat landed, this time across both cheeks of her bottom, just above the tops of her thighs, she took a sharp intake of breath as the heat spread still further across her bottom.

She drifted into her thoughts again, yes she was naughty and wanted, needed this spanking, it was long overdue, even if her friend did have to arrange it for her! Another slap, this time across the middle of her bottom, she buried her head into the bedclothes, her tangled hair wet with tears as the next blow landed. She was making involuntary gasps and yelps and just as she felt she could take no more the young women held her hand, she felt her face close to her ear, her hair touching the side of her face, she whispered gently into her ear.

“Just surrender, I will keep you safe and transport you to somewhere else, I can take you anywhere your heart desires.”

She felt herself slowly giving into the young women and whilst the maelstrom in the wildness outside the house raged on, all was safe in the house, all was calm and controlled. The hairbrush descended again, rhythmically slapping down on every inch of her bottom and she felt herself floating, tears were now pouring down her face and the young women paused briefly to gently wipe them away. The rain once again threw itself at the ancient glass windows; she felt the dampness in between her legs increase as she surrendered to the feelings of delicious excitement, her bottom dancing as the last hard slaps of the brush made contact once again with the lower part of her bottom. She had never felt so helpless and yet so in control at the same time, whilst her bottom glowed with erotic heat. She felt the young women’s hand stroking her bottom, her hand cool against the heat of her skin.

“Thank you” she whispered through her buried face, her hair wet from tears of gratitude. She experienced total release as this complete stranger who had unlocked the deepest part of her soul gently brought her back to this world and cradled her in her arms as she wiped the tears away with gentle compassion. She caught site for the first time of her friend who was crouching on the floor hugging her knees to her chest. She had clearly been moved by what she had witnessed, she smiled at her friend and then found herself laughing, never before had she felt so connected to her true nature and such joy, her friend joined her on the bed and hugged her. The young women with great knowing slowly got up from the bed and quietly left the room.

~o0o~

I told you this was a good story. I found it gentle and powerful at the same time. I hope we hear from this writer again. Thank you for letting me post your work. If anyone else has a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com