A night to remember

We made it back - and we had a ball! I have many things I want to tell you about our trip as soon as I have the chance to gather my thoughts. But for this morning I'd like to direct you to Sunny's Aimless Rambling post. Please go by there today - well, you've heard of laughing so hard tears ran down your legs... it was that kind of trip!

The joy of coming out

If you didn’t read yesterday’s post you might want to go back here and read that first.

I'm comfortable with the way I turned out. I’m happy with myself as an adult. I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about what people think of me. I’m basically a nice person, I treat people well and I live my life as I want.

However, doubts crept in when I started thinking about going to Josie’s funeral. All the high school ‘group’ would be there. Of course they weren’t coming to see me, we were all coming to celebrate the life of our friend. Then why in the heck did I suddenly wonder what I was going to wear? Why did I question my decision to stop coloring my hair and let it go gray? Why did I suddenly realized I had no shoes to go with what I’d decided to wear? And why did I care? I mean I cared so much I stopped and bought new shoes on the way to the funeral! BTW, those shoes hurt like hell.

Several of us had planned to meet and ride to the service together – as they pulled up one in her new Lexus, one in her new BMW I crawled out of Nick’s thirteen-year-old work car (Mollie was driving mine while hers was being worked on).  I got in the car with the other ladies, two of them dripping diamonds, hair obviously just done – because every damn one of us is really gray now. And I sat, wearing the jewelry I always wear –  my wedding band and feeling like the hanger on I was back in high school and on top of that, my feet hurt.

But wait, it gets better – I mean actually better. We were early and we sat in the chapel together talking of Josie. We discussed how much fun she had been, how she always talked non-stop, even in class – yet all the teachers loved her anyway. We then had a little while to talk about ourselves.  I stayed quiet other than mentioning that I was retired when one of the ladies asked me about my writing. I’d recently put a link to my books on my real Facebook page.  I told them yes I did write and I enjoyed it very much.  Several asked politely where they could find my books and I said I had a card if they were interested. Several did ask for one and I let the topic drop.

Last week I got a text from one of these girls saying we all needed to get together for dinner. I was willing to go once, but I didn’t expect much. To be honest I expected to be put to the side and ignored but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. It didn’t happen that way.

Two of the girls were already seated and I met the other two in the parking lot and as we sat, the friend to my right began immediately. “I have been dying to talk to you! I’ve finished the first two Cassie books and I’m starting the third one tonight.” To say I was stunned is an understatement.

The other were very curious and began asking questions. Many of which I let my friend answer. She told them, “I thought she was talking about writing children’s books at first. Then I thought it was going to be a sweet simple love story – it’s not just that, you girls have to read Cassie!”

It was a new experience being in a crowd of (probable) vanillas discussing my books. The evening was both enjoyable and eye opening for me. I learned we didn’t have the biggest house or the newest car – but I was the only one there who’s house, car’s, and kid’s college were all paid off. One is divorced, one’s husband has been in and out of rehab so often she doesn’t care if he comes back or not. The other two are at a typical point for many my age, ‘Yeah, he’s around an I like him fine, but who cares.’

I told them Nick and I had come out of the marriage doldrums about ten years ago and started dating again like when we met. That we’d formed a closeness that we hadn’t had early in our marriage and that we loved each other more than ever. I stopped short of bragging, but I sure as hell could have.

One of the final question they had was about my hair. They all said that they were sick and tired of having to touch up their roots so often, but they didn’t have the courage to let it go natural. I told them that part of it had to do with the writing, that although I wrote fiction, writing gave me the courage to be myself. Running my fingers through my hair I told them, “This is the real me and I like who I am.”

“Well damn,” one of them muttered, “I wonder if I could write?”

It was a good evening. It was good for my self-esteem. We may get together again, we may not but if we do, I don’t think I’ll feel like a hanger on anymore.

Footnote –

Two other things that have happened since I told my real FB about my writing. A former school receptionist put on FB that she had down loaded all my books to take on a two-week cruise! That tickled me.

The second is that my former boss, the principal that hired me twenty-eight years ago, sent me a FB message saying he’d read the first book and was starting the second. Then he asked (and he’s the first vanilla to ask this to me directly) did Nick do all this spanking stuff to me. My answer:

“Of course, doesn’t everyone? Seriously, do you think all the writers of murder mysteries go out and kill someone? You never really know do you?”

I will say coming out of the closet has been a blast!

  

My Friend

I bet we all have feelings and memories from high school that stick with us. For me these feelings have been dragged to the front lately and demanded examination. Like many young girls I had a best friend in elementary and high school. Beginning in fourth grade it seemed Josie and I were always together. We had sleep overs, we were comfortable in one another’s churches, we shared family reunions and we always vacationed together – to the beach, camping, and we even shared a trip to Hawaii when we were seventeen.

But when we hit high school there was a change – Josie became wildly popular. Her circle of friends included jocks, cheerleaders, majorettes, all the cool people. I was definitely shunt to the side. She and I remained friends, but within the ‘group’ she hung with, I was defiantly a ‘hanger on’. No one was really mean to me, but if I’d have vanished no one would have ever noticed.

After high school Josie married and had a baby right away while I went off to college and I’m guessing many of you know the feeling of true friends simply drifting apart. We lived in the same town but rarely if ever saw one another. Fast forward forty years and Josie and I were thrilled to get together and talk at our fortieth reunion. At the time, we were both anticipating retirement and we planned on seeing each other more.

Josie retired in June and I couldn’t wait for my retirement in December so we could have some long lunched getting reacquainted. Didn’t happen. Josie died January 9 from complications following routine surgery. She didn’t even see her sixtieth birthday. I was stunned. It just wasn’t her time, we were going to go to lunch and laugh and talk and …

We’ve all been told, especially as we’ve gotten older, not to put things off. But it bears repeating – don’t.

It all made me remember a poem I first read in one of Laura Ingles Wilder books,

Lost

Between sunrise and sunset

One golden hour set with sixty diamond minutes.

No reward offered, it is lost forever.

I wanted to share this with you but the story doesn’t stop there. Tomorrow I want to tell you about reconnecting with the others in the ‘group’ Josie had. One part of me just wanted to avoid them all as those old high school feeling rushed back. But we did reconnect, and we did some laughing for sure, and I was really happy I went.

New Fantasy Friday - The Home Spanking Party

I told you all I'd be more that happy to put up some Fantasy Friday stories if I got new ones and I'm happy to say I got one. This one came from Lurv Spanking. This isn't the first story I've gotten from this writer, so you might want to go by the Lurv Spankings and check it out.

I enjoyed this story because it's not your average spanking story - and in our genre, it's hard to come up with something new! If more stories come in, I'll be happy to post them. Maybe we can try for one a month.

The Home Spanking Party

"There is nothing quite as artistically pleasing as a bare bottom over a knee."

"Don't you mean aesthetically pleasing?" replied the wife from her upside-down position.

There were nervous titters from the audience.

The husband said, "Either way, my dear, this was your idea."

"I know," she sighed.

Her BFF called out, hand cupped to her mouth, "Come on baby! Give it to her! We want a show!"

There were ten other females in attendance who whooped and hollered in agreement while carefully holding their wine glasses.

The wife shot back, "Don't get too cocky girls! You spill, you get spanked!" 

She'd hosted cosmetic parties, cookware, recipes, numerous crafting shows but it was during the sex toy party for Valentine's Day when she'd let slip that her husband enjoyed spanking her. After a few... okay, three margaritas, she confessed she was the one who initially begged to be spanked. The girls... the drunk tipsy girls, all wanted to spank her for lying but somehow instead, she'd agreed to host another toy party for Christmas, this one all about spanking with implements. Thus, she was currently cold sober, dressed... undressed in a black lace camisole and about to receive her husband's hand across her defenseless bare posterior.

"If I may have your attention, ladies," her husband intoned in his best announcer’s voice. "Welcome to the Home Spanking Party. I am your humble host and this lovely young woman over my knees is my assistant for this demonstration. Please feel free to get up close and personal as I utilize the many items shown in the catalogue. Cash, checks and credit cards are accepted, however, there are stiff penalties for lack of funds."

Again, there were giggles and toasted glasses clinking. The room quieted as he raised his hand high.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The watchers all leaned forward in fascination as their friend's bottom slowly took on a light pink tinge. The husband kept up a running commentary.

"Ladies, when spanking by hand, the goal is usually to warm the skin enough to allow heavier blows with an implement. Several minutes is normally sufficient at a rate of one per second alternating cheeks. Concentrate on the crests first and work down as you finish." He paused to rub his wife's skin. "Why don't each of you come up and touch her bottom in order to judge the temperature."

Her BFF jumped off the couch and was the first to stroke the warm skin. "Come on girls," she warned, "everybody has to touch or you're next in line for a spanking!" The rest of the women obeyed, some reluctantly, some eagerly.

The husband thanked them all. "Now, if you are only spanking by hand for punishment, then you should spank twice as fast and twice as hard. Ready, dear?"

"I guess so," his wife whined.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After a minute of hard hand spanking, the ladies could see a noticeable difference in the color. When they rubbed this time, the heat was very pleasing to the touch.

"Next up is the paddle," her husband said and reached over his wife's back to pick up three different styles. "The traditional paddle is wood, it can be hand sized for over-the-knee or longer for full swings in the bent over position. Leather is preferred by many spankos because it is more forgiving and less prone to bruising. Acrylic should be reserved for punishment sessions. I'll start with ten with the wood, then fifteen with the leather and five with the acrylic. Then we'll move on to the brushes."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

There was an awed silence as they watched her be firmly pummeled. By now they were all standing in a half circle around the couple. Some blushed at the rear view as the wife's legs kicked and parted under each loud CRACK! Others were mesmerized by the many facial expressions offered. Most also felt a throb between their legs. After each type of paddle, the ladies stroked the bright red bottom of their friend. The bolder ones slipped fingers into the crease and pulled wider for a better look.

"The last implement is the hairbrush. I like to use this below her sit spots into the thigh crease. There are countless varieties, for the sake of brevity, I will use only one."

"Thank you!" cried out his wife as she wiggled on his lap. "I hope y'all are having fun at my expense girls! Remember, payback's a bitch!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"No cursing, dear, or it's corner time for you."

"You put her in the corner?" yelled out several ladies.

"Yes dammit! He fucking does!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Alright, naughty girl, after twenty with the hairbrush you're going to spend some quality time with your nose in the corner!"

"Noooooooooo."

SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES!

"Thus concludes the first portion of the show, ladies," her husband said as he finished her off with two very hard slaps of the brush.

There was loud applause and wolf whistles as the red bottomed wife was placed nose first into the corner. She sniffled and suffered while her friends fondled and pinched her sore cheeks. Her BFF whispered, "I had no idea spanking was so much fun! I think we should do this in private next time, just the two of us."

Her husband then draped her over the back of the couch, her face in the cushions as he thoroughly demonstrated the larger paddles and long-handled brushes. With her legs spread shoulder width apart, she knew all her friends were getting a personal peep show of her wetness. The catcalls were constant as they egged her husband to add a little more color to her backside and when he brandished the cane as the pièce de résistance, the crowd went wild.

"Cane! Cane! Cane!" they chanted, most on their third glass of wine and more than a little wet themselves.

"Would you like to see some stripes on the solids?" her husband asked, his face a picture of innocence.

"YEEEEEEEEEEESSS!" they all screamed and jostled for a closer view.

"You heard them, dear," her husband said apologetically. "They want some nice welts to rub."

He whipped the cane down with a hiss and a snap as it impacted. He waited as his wife shook her bottom to the delight of her audience who, caught up in the moment, threw dollar bills on her back and yelled, "Work it girl! Show us what you got!"

Five more times the cane hissed and snapped until six red welts showed against the dark brick bottom. After each lay had rubbed and pinched the cane lines, her husband ended the party by saying, "Ladies, I hope you have enjoyed the inaugural Home Spanking Party. The catalogue is available for ordering and if you don't mind, I'm going to take my wife into the bedroom for some aftercare."

There were many hoots and ribald suggestions. Her BFF laughed and said, "Make sure you use the wand! She loves that!"

All in all, it was a very pleasing party and all agreed it was worth repeating with a different model next time. Later that night, more than a few husbands were surprised by randy wives who demanded a good old-fashioned spanking for being naughty.

~o~

I still think everyone has a story in them. I think you should write it for yourself. Just writing it, play with it and then go for it, send it to me a I'll be very happy to post it for you. Send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com