Fantasy Friday revival - The Business Woman, part two

Welcome back to Fantasy Friday. The Business Woman is a three part story by Caryagal. You can find part one here. And today I hope you enjoy...

The Business Woman, part two

The trip home was quiet and uneventful. Small talk seemed to dominate the forty-five minute drive. When they arrived home Lori’s mind was set. She knew there was no way out of being punished, and waiting made things harder. She had never had to wait long, but she thought maybe she should go ahead and ask for it now.

“Um.. Kent?” she said looking at her nails to avoid his gaze. “Would it be.. um.. all right if we … um… took care of things … now?”

“No, that will need to wait a while. I want you to go up and grab one of my t-shirts. Lose all your clothes and just put on my shirt. Nothing underneath please. I just love that look. And please let that beautiful hair down and take your make-up and jewelry off. I love you just the way you are without all the fancy stuff.”

“Ok.” She smiled at his compliment. She loved that he told her she was beautiful. He even would say it first thing in the morning. It always made her warm inside.

After changing she could smell dinner starting. They were having lasagna that had been prepared and just needed put in the oven. Already it smelled heavenly. She realized she was hungry. She’d waited enough she decided. So, with some determination she said. “Ok, I’m ready for my punishment.”

Kent glanced up realizing she really was having a hard time waiting and smiled to himself. “Sorry honey, but I’m not. I think you need to learn what it feels like to be left waiting. Apparently, last weeks little lesson wasn’t objective enough. So, I figure, I had to wait, so you shall too. Just relax. If you’re good, and don’t ask again, I might even be kind and punish you tonight.”

“You Wou…” She stopped. Yes, he would. She knew better than to spout that off. More humbly she replied “Ok, I’ll not ask again. I love you and I trust you.”

Kent went up to her and gave her a big hug and deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and felt her body against his under her t-shirt. He lifted it ever so slightly to rub her butt and lower back. God he loved how soft and wonderful her skin felt. He felt her respond and took a deep breath, and one more kiss, and stepping back said. “We better check the lasagna.”
After dinner had been enjoyed, and they had cleaned up, Kent led her to the couch. Oh Good! She thought. No more waiting. I can’t stand it anymore. Kent however had other ideas. “Let’s relax, and watch some TV. Here come sit on my lap.”


Somewhat frustrated, she nevertheless complied. After all she loved relaxing on his lap and cuddling up with him to watch TV on their comfy couch. Kent took the opportunity to hug, kiss, and caress his beautiful wife. He whispered in her ear, “You know you really were terrible today… You’re making me punish you and I just hate hurting you. It hurts me so much to have to. I love you and that beautiful body so much. I wish I could just give you a wonderful erotic spanking instead.” He emphasized this by carefully slipping a finger down to her most private parts.

Lori groaned in pleasure. She wanted him so much, but knew that until she took her punishment he was off limits. “Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t take our private time away. Honest. I’ll treat people nicely. I’ll even call if I find myself losing it. Please honey…”

Kent sighed. He was aroused too and he knew she wanted some fun before her punishment. But he knew better. He’d tried that once, and they never got around to the spanking. “Ok, since you ask so nicely..” he paused. Her hopes rose for a second until “Go get the hairbrush and bring it to me. You know what you need to do.” As he said it he pushed her up and started her off his lap.

“Please…” she looked back piteously.

“Don’t wait, wait, don’t wait, wait. You still think you’re in control young lady? I do not work for you, and after hearing how you treat those who do, you’re lucky I don’t. Now go.” Lori didn’t wait a second. She knew better. She still wasn’t fast enough to avoid a swat as she ran up stairs. She grabbed the hairbrush and headed back down.

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him, stood before him, and handed him the brush. He took it, stood up and looked down at his beautiful wife. “Ok, now,” he said softly, “please take off that shirt, and fold it up and put it over on the chair. I don’t think you’ll need it for a while”

Blushing, she did as she was told. She wanted to scream no, please no, but knew she must not talk until she was asked a question, or it would be worse. She shyly returned to him. It was so hard to stand before him naked, when he was fully clothed. She shivered a little.
“Now, young lady, do you know why you’re getting this punishment?”

“Yes Sir”

“Tell me.”

“Because I didn’t call you and made you wait outside after I promised not to, sir.”

“Good. And how do you plan on avoiding this next time. You know each time it will get worse.”

“I’ll call you. I think maybe I’ll set my watch alarm so I don’t forget. I promise. It won’t happen again. Honest, Sir,” she said, almost in a whisper. It was so hard to look at him through this, but it was what he required. She almost thought this was worse than the spanking itself. She could feel the tears welling up inside her. She truly felt bad she had let him down. Let them down.

“Do you think you deserve being spanked with a hairbrush? You know, it won’t be easy”

“Yes Sir,” she answered butterflies leaping in her stomach.

“Ok, come here then, lay over my lap. Put one hand behind my back please.” He calmly sat and guided her down onto his lap. He put one hand behind his back and snuggled her in close.

Restraining her legs with one of his, he gently took her other hand and put it in the small of her back. “Comfortable?” he asked as he rubbed the cool hairbrush over her ivory skin.

“Yes sir. I’m so very sorry I let you down.”

“I know sweetie. I hope you now know how it feels to wait. Next time, you’ll have to wait at least over night, and it won’t be just the hair brush. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Thinking of this just brought her tears closer. She didn’t want to spend a night knowing she was to be punished. Knowing that she had let him down. Feeling so disconnected. She was sure she wouldn’t let that happen again. And then all thought stopped as the hairbrush hit her right cheek hard. “OUCH!” she yelled.

Kent didn’t wait for her response. He smacked the left cheek just as hard, and then began alternating fast and furious. He was feeling the frustration melting away, and feeling determined to ensure it didn’t happen again. He paused for a minute and listened to her crying. “Are you going to stand me up again?” he said with a hard smack to the left side.

“No SIR!” she cried.

“Are you going to sacrifice our time together for your job? Is it more important to you than us? Are you going to treat me like someone you can just stand up and brush off at will?”

“No sir! I promise I won’t.”

“Your promise only seems to work about six days. I think perhaps a little longer spanking may get it to last longer. Don’t you? Lets try.”

With that he resumed, but this time slightly less intense but with ten strikes on a cheek before changing over to the other one. He knew she couldn’t take this very long before she would let go and stop fighting.

Lori struggled. This was worse than anything. She hated when he spanked this way. She fought it as long as she could, but finally, sobbing uncontrollably, she just laid there and took it. Kent stopped almost immediately.

“You’re doing great honey. We’re almost through I promise,” he said as he rubbed her tender bottom gently. It was on fire and he knew she couldn’t take much more. “Five more on each side, then we’ll be done.” As he rubbed he tried to decide if he would make her count. “Nope,” he thought, “she has had enough and she still has another spanking coming.” With that he resumed. Slowly and determinedly he alternated the last ten these were the hardest yet as she knew they would be. He let her lay there sobbing for a minute or two, then gently pulled her into his arms. He felt her melt into his chest. Now this part he loved. He loved holding her, calming her, reassuring her, kissing away her tears. He always felt so reconnected to her. So close. She was the most precious thing on earth to him and he told her that as he reassured her he was proud of how well she had done with her punishment. How brave she had been, and how much he loved her and never wanted to have to punish her like this again.

Lori too loved this part. She felt closer to him than anything she had ever felt before. Her butt was on fire, but she didn’t care. She could have stayed there forever. He always said the sweetest things to her. She felt so loved and cherished in his arms. She would do this anytime for him. It hurt like hell, but the firestorm of love it released in her heart and sole was worth every second of the pain.

Kent wanted this moment to last forever, but reminded himself they weren’t done. “Honey” he said quietly. “You know I want to hold you forever. I wish I could just tuck you in to sleep, watch you sleep, and when you awaken make sweet love to you, but… we’re not quite done.”

“Oh please, Kent, I can’t take another right now. I need you.”

“Ok, honey, lets cuddle another few minutes at least. I am not ready yet either.”

~o~

I hope you'll come back next week for the final installment. And I hope you are thinking of writing a story yourself. If you'd like to join us send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Another meme I stole from somewhere

I grabbed this meme off Facebook. It's always fun doing these and I hope some of you will play along. 

Do you like blue cheese? 

Not at all. I’m not really a cheese fan at all.

Coke or Pepsi? 

Sundrop is still my favorite, and it’s bottled by Coke

Do you own a gun? 

No

What flavor of Kool-Aid? 

I’m not a big Kool-Aid fan, but grape I guess.

Hot Dogs? 

Every once and a while.

Favorite tv show? 

I watch mostly old reruns, but I loved The Big Bang Theory. So now I’ll say Young Sheldon.

Believe in ghosts? 

That would be a big yes. 

What do you drink in the morning? 

A sip of Sundrop with my morning meds. Ice water with breakfast, then coffee when I start writing.

Can you do a push-up? 

Probably not. And I ain’t trying.

Favorite jewelry? 

I have two silver rings with my children’s names engraved on them.

Favorite Hobby?

Writing – that a big shock, right?

Do you have ADD? 

No, I’m able to concentrate pretty wel… Oh look! A squirrel!

Do you wear glasses? 

Only when I’m awake.

Favorite cartoon character? 

Mighty Mouse!

Three things you did this morning? 

Ate breakfast, watched Good Morning America, finished next to last chapter of newest book.

Three things you drink? 

Ice water, coffee, diet Cherry Dr. Pepper

Current worries? 

No big ones.

Do you believe in magic?

Nope, not at all. 

Favorite place to be? 

In my writing room.

How did you ring in the New Year? 

Nodding off in front of the TV, waiting for the ball to drop.

Name five people who would do this? 

I hope any bloggers who read this.

Favorite color? 

Purple

Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?

No, they are very hot. And too slippery.

Can you whistle? 

I sure can.

What are you doing right now? 

This meme and listening to TV in the background.

Where would you rather be right now? 

Right where I am.

Favorite food? 

Chicken and rice and gravy (that may be more than one, but I like them together.)

Favorite sex toy or spanking implement.

A blindfold.

Friday Fantasy revival - The Business Woman, part one

Welcome to Fantasy Friday! This story first ran in 2007. It came from my friend Caryagal. This is what I wrote back then. 

A few of us, lucky enough to correspond with Carye often, know how well she can write. She doesn’t have her own blog and I have no idea why. She gives some excuse about having four kids under nine years old, working, taking care of her beloved Papa Shrek who has to working out of town occasionally (although sometimes he marches her to the garage, ‘the mistake’ strap in hand and takes pretty good care of her too). But gee, she could blog in her spare time! What else is she going to do with those five minutes every six months or so?

But now all those kids should be close to twenty-one and maybe, just maybe, if she's still reading here, she could join us now. This is a three part story, so you'll have to come back next week. Please enjoy...

The Business Woman, part one

As Kent sat double parked with his blinkers on he sighed an exasperated sigh. Where was she? They had just discussed this last week with her over his lap. He thought that would take care of it. As he looked out his rear view window he saw a police officer driving his way in the next block down, sighed, and threw the car into drive and started around the block. After two more rounds, he finally found a parking place, parked, and slamming the door, headed for the thirty story high rise that held his beautiful wife hostage. As he passed the guard the guard smiled at him and said, “Hey Kent! How you doing? Rescuing your wife again?” Kent just nodded glumly and headed for the 27^th floor. As the elevator rose, he thought about his wife. She was so successful. A top executive with a corner office, yet at home she needed his guidance, and lately with work too. She had started the bad habit of staying until all hours of the night. They rarely saw each other. She often set him up with him waiting in the car, then finally trudging up and finding her only to find out she was planning on staying several more hours. He’d finally had enough last week and they had discussed it. They agreed that she would always call if she needed to stay late, and never stay past eight unless it was an emergency. It was working too. They had really enjoyed the last week together. She was much happier and relaxed and despite being a little sore for a few days afterwards she was all smiles. They’d agreed that if it happened again, she would be punished, this time with the hairbrush that he’d gotten that last weekend on an enjoyable getaway.

Kent stepped out of the elevator and immediately froze. He could hear his wife’s loud shouting from all the way down the hall. She was really laying into someone for something. He couldn’t believe his ears. She just wasn’t like that around him. She definitely had a temper, but he didn’t think with all her success it had come with her to work. He didn’t know who was on the receiving end, but no one deserved to be called the things that they were being called. Whoever it was was very calm and trying to appease her. Kent waited for about five minutes and out came a gentleman he knew well. It was Lori’s right-hand man. She relied on him heavily and always had great things to say about him. What could he have done to make her so mad? As they passed in the hall, John stopped and said hi but looked rather embarrassed. “Boy” he said “sometimes I wonder how you put up with her! She has the temper of a Tasmanian devil!” Kent was shocked. “Is she like this often John?”

“Well, only when we have short deadlines, and unreasonable goals. Today was one of those. Our best efforts were good, but not good enough for her liking. I guess I’ll be here most of the night revising everything so hopefully we’ll be back on schedule tomorrow. Well, I better get at it! I don’t want her more ticked than she already is! See ya later!”

“Bye, John” was about all Kent could muster. He was shocked. It sounded like Lori did this regularly. He was going to get to the bottom of this somehow and it was going to happen tonight.

Kent walked to her door, and knocked. Without waiting he swung open the door and leaned against the door jab crossing his arms. Lori looked up about to give someone a piece of her mind for just walking in on her. She saw Kent and immediately stopped and furtively looked at the clock. “Oh sorry” she said. “I was in a meeting until a few minutes ago. I’ll get my stuff and we’ll be out of here.”

“Yes” Kent said calmly but coldly. “So I heard. Do you always treat your employees like this? ”

Lori’s heart stopped. She knew that look, and a pit in her stomach suddenly grew. “Um, how much did you hear sweetie?” she smiled…

“Enough to know I’m going to ensure it doesn’t happen again” he said dryly. “I guess we’ll be discussing two things tonight. How to use a phone when one is running late, and how to treat people with respect.”

She knew better than to argue here. He wouldn’t care where he spanked her, and she certainly didn’t want it to be in her own office! Someone might hear. “Ok, let’s get out of here. Let me just pack up my briefcase.”

“I believe you have something to do prior to us leaving,” Kent prompted.

“I do? What would that be?” she asked indignantly.

“Apologize to John, and give him the night off, or else offer to stay to help him until it is done. Now don’t you think that would be a good idea?” Kent said raising his voice slightly.

“Certainly NOT,” she retorted. “I am not going to have you tell me what to do or how to run my staff without any idea of the day I’ve had.”

As the last words came out, she realized she’d made another grave mistake. He was around the desk in a flash and had her arm dragging her up and pushing her into the corner as he swatted her butt hard. “You can’t put me in the corner in my own office” She whined piteously.

“Wanna bet?” he retorted quietly in her ear. “You’ll stand there until you decide how you’re going to handle this. Afterall, I wouldn’t want to tell you how to run your business. So, I’ll let you decide young lady, you can be spanked here and now for all to hear, apologize, and then be spanked at home, or you can loose the attitude, apologize, and then deal with the consequences of your actions later at home.”

“I…” she sighed and stopped herself. She knew better than to anger him any more. Instead she used the time to reflect as she was supposed to. Yes, she hadn’t treated John the way she should have. She was just frustrated with the day and the deadlines. He was her best employee, and she relied upon him heavily. He had worked many long hours in the last few months and sacrificed precious family time. The stress was getting to him and she knew it. She had probably just made it worse.

After a few minutes, she sighed and said “Sir? I think I’ve made my decision.”

Kent smiled to himself. She sounded much more like herself already. “Ok honey, come here, what have you decided?”

“I’ll go talk to him. I think if we work together tomorrow we can get back on schedule. I’ll tell him to go home and offer to buy his family some dinner too. Ok?” she offered.

“Ok, let's go,” he said as he grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.

“Um, Kent?” She paused.. “I can do this alone. I’ll just meet you outside.”

“Wrong answer honey. I want to make sure you appropriately show your remorse. You will do that,” returning her pause. “Won’t you?” He smiled to himself. He knew she wouldn’t want a demonstration on attitude adjustment in front of John.

Exasperated she rolled her eyes, earning another swat, as she headed down to find John. She worked very hard at a good apology, but John was not helping the situation by acting so surprised at her change in demeanor. There wasn’t much to do about that with Kent there though. John even joked with Kent on the way out about how quickly she had changed! What in the world had Kent done, and could he learn somehow? 

Kent wouldn’t tell him, but did reply “Well, if you get any of that type of attitude again, just give me a call. I’m sure I can turn it around in about two minutes flat.        See ya later John and say hi to the family!”

“How could you guys joke about that? That was very uncomfortable for me you know.” 

She said as they headed for his car.“Not nearly as uncomfortable as it is going to be when I get around to punishing you. I plan on ensuring that you never let a temper tantrum like that come out in your office again. I figure between that and forgetting last week’s session, you have a really long night ahead m’dear.”

~o~

Part two will be up next Friday. If you would like to join us and write your own Fantasy Friday, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Naked Time

This post really began yesterday with all Nick’s horrible faults. You can go read about that here.

Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was in the bedroom wearing nothing but the blindfold and a small grin. Nick began spanking with some of our lighter implements. And he began suggesting a few thing I could work on. It turns out that my shortcomings were nearly as bad as his.

First he wanted to be sure I was keeping up with exercising and sticking with reasonable eating habits – which I mostly am.

Next he mentioned that the electrical bill had shot up – as it does in the summer with both the A/C and the pool pump running nearly all the time. He wanted me to be more careful about saving where we could by turning off the light and the ceiling fans in the room that weren’t being used.

Lastly he said the I should clean the sink out every night and not leave a dirty frying pan until the next morning. 

Now if you take all his faults that I complained about and all my faults that he mentioned, it seems we’re either then nicest people in the world or we’re damn dull as dishwater.

But with all the talk of our horrible faults behind us we moved on a more pleasant part of our afternoon. And I have to say Nick did something he doesn’t always do – but it’s something I dream about, something I crave, something that really put our afternoon of playing over the top…

He asked me nothing.

I didn’t have a say about anything. He did whatever he liked and I didn’t have to decide a damn thing. The toy choices were his, how he used them was up to him, positions were the ones he chose – everything was up to him and all I had to do was hang on and enjoy the ride.

I wouldn’t suggest this as a steady diet for newlyweds. But Nick and I know what the other likes, doesn’t like, loves, or doesn’t like to do… we don’t have to ask, though often he will, because he wants to please me. But he asked nothing and the submissive in me soared! Bless her heart she’s been MIA for so long I thought she was dead.

Since I’m off topic so much these days I just thought I let you know that I do remember that this began as a spanko/sex blog and I still find both topics very interesting.

Nearly perfect, but...

There's not been much spanking on the home front – and that’s fine with me. I mean, I’m not against it, but at the moment I’m not craving or missing it either. I think most of us know it comes in waves. At the moment I’m a very happy little camper just the way things are.

Not long ago Nick gave me the opportunity, actually insisted, that I share with him some things he does that bug me. It wasn’t a trap, he honestly wanted to know. It was hard to think of anything. I finally came up with three. 

First, this dastardly man often leaves newspapers on the couch, his chair and the floor. I don’t mind for one minute grabbing them and putting them in the recycle – except some of them he is keeping for one reason or another, cross-word to do, an article he wanted to finish, a sale paper he wanted to look at.  So they end up scattered around. I ask that he put what he wants to keep for another day in one place and I’d take care of the rest.

The next horrible thing he does – he leaves bills and their envelopes on the table by his chair. Most bills he pays online, but not all, and again I don’t know what to keep and what to toss. It just looks so messy and  I’ve really been working to keep the place neater since I found out my cleaning lady and I differed so much on politics and social issues that I told her – Adios! I’d clean for myself.

And the last awful thing he does is to come in when I’m watching a news story and begin asking me what it’s all about causing me to miss hearing what it’s all about! 

That’s it – and I mean it. I swear I couldn’t think of one more thing.

I thought it was nice of him to give me this opportunity. I, however, chose not to reciprocate. I can come up with plenty of faults of my own without asking anyone else, thank you very much.

But last Friday he apparently took it upon himself to share a few ideas and I was asked to be in the bedroom at a certain time. He said clothing would not be necessary, so when I headed to the bedroom to wait on him I only wore what he’d placed on the bed for me to wear ...

I do love a good blindfold!

Come back tomorrow and I’ll tell you about our afternoon. (If so few people are going to post these days, I need to drag things out as much as possible!)

Fantasy Friday revival - A Promise Broken

Welcome back for another Fantasy Friday from the archives. I hope you enjoy these older stories, but I hope there are some new ones in the works too. Real life accounts or out right fantasies, we don’t care we just want to have a hot story to read every Friday!  So now enjoy –

A Promise Broken

Mr.  DeSilva was surprised and puzzled by the look of panic on Annie face when Jonas walked in to the dinner.  He had grown very fond of his new little waitress in the two months she had worked for him.  She had met Jonas at the dinner the week after she started working and the two had moved in together shortly thereafter.   Mr.  DeSilva enjoyed watching the two of them together.  Usually Annie face lit up in delight when Jonas stopped by.   Something was obviously very wrong.  

Annie was in a panic.  She had almost convinced herself that Jonas had just been kidding to get her attention.  But here he was.  Jonas was supposed to have been gone last night.  Yes, he had asked her not to drink if he wasn’t around and she had agreed, but the girls had asked her to go out with them and there seemed no harm in a few beers.  But when Jonas had shown up at the pub unexpectedly he has pretty much caught her red handed. 

He was quiet on the way home.  As they entered the apartment Annie said softly, “Jonas, I’m sorry. I guess it looks like I broke my promise. But I only had a few beers.  I just missed you and I thought going out with the girls would be better than sitting here moping.”

“Annie you remember what I said I would do if I found out you had been drinking without me?” 

Annie blushed and looked away.  It always embarrassed her when Jonas threatened that he was going to spank her.  He had given her a few hard swats over silly things.  Once she had gone out and left the curling iron plugged in.  When they came back in and found it he had given her two stinging swats to her bottom, which had shocked and embarrassed her. Since that time he had swatted her occasionally and had threatened worse.  But she had really thought he had to be kidding.  She was no longer sure. 

She had tried to tease him out of his mood last night but hadn’t been in a joking mood.  “Annie, you broke your word to me, I won’t break mine to you.  In the morning, when you are stone cold sober you’re getting a spanking.” 

But she hadn’t waited around the next morning to see if it was really going to happen.  Although she wasn’t scheduled to come in until 11:00, she had slipped out of the bed around 4:30 and come in for the breakfast shift.  She knew Mr.  DeSilva wouldn’t mind.  She never expected Jonas to show up here. 

Annie watched wordlessly as Jonas went to her boss.  “Mr.  DeSilva I need to borrow Annie for a bit.  She and I were supposed to have a … discussion this morning but she left without talking to me.  This isn’t a something that can be put off any longer; we need to go home for a while, I’ll have her back as soon as I can.”

Mr.  DeSilva looked back and forth between his two young friends.  Annie’s look of fear and guilt, Jonas’ look of serious determination – it didn’t take a genius to know what was coming.  “Jonas, you sure this discussion is something that needs to take place?” 

“Yes sir, it time to take care of this,” Jonas answered.  Mr.  DeSilva headed to the back and motioned for both of them to follow.  In the back Annie’s boss crossed his arms and looked sternly at them both.  “Annie you know what Jonas is talking about?” 

“Yes.” Annie said looking at the floor.  “You willing to have this discussion?” he continued.  “You don’t have to if you don’t think it’s fair.  He’ll have to go through me if he is being unfair to you.”

Annie quickly looked at Jonas.  In her heart she knew he was the first person to care about her, care what she did, care whether or not she kept her promises.  It was that simple, he cared.  She looked at Mr.  DeSilva and said quietly ,“I want to go with Jonas”.  

“Okay then,” Mr.  DeSilva answered. “Jonas, take her home if you like but if you’d rather, my office is in the storage building out back.  I often had … discussions with my missus there in the past.  It’s private and you are welcomed to use it if you like.”

Jonas nodded to Mr.  DeSilva and led Annie out and into the small office behind the dinner As they entered Annie began talking fast.  “Jonas please, I know your upset, but you can’t be serious about sp…spanking me.  I’m not a child.  This is just silly.  I said I was sorry! I won’t do it again.”

Jonas wasted no more time.  He pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room and pulled Annie quickly across his lap.  Annie had never been in this humiliating position before, she struggled to free herself but a volley of extremely hard swats and Jonas’ firm admonition of, “Annie, if you don’t stop struggling and it’s going to be worse for you.  You gave me your word that you wouldn’t drink if I wasn’t with you. Then the first night you thought I was going to be away and you are out drinking with the girl.  What did you think was going to happen, that I would say, ‘Oh, never mind you can lie to me if you want to’?” As he scolded he continues to give medium to hard swats. 

For the first time Annie could remember she was beginning to feel true remorse.  In the past evading, pretending and out right lying had mostly gotten her out of trouble, not into it.  But this was different. Jonas truly meant something to her.  And obviously honesty was important to him.  

As the tears began to come Annie said in all sincerity, “Jonas I am so sorry.  I mean it! It never really mattered before when I broke a promise, but I know I hurt you and I’ll never do it again.  Please let me up, it’s starting to hurt!”

“Annie,” Jonas told her “I haven’t even started yet.  And yes, it is going to hurt!” With that Jonas began spanking seriously.  It was obvious that Annie had never been spanked before.  Jonas did want to go overboard but he was also determined that Annie would have no doubt how seriously he took lying.  Annie couldn’t believe how much heat was being delivered to her behind.  She was on fire and still he didn’t stop.  She cried, she tried to put one had a back to protect her throbbing, punished bottom.  But Jonas quickly pinned her hand to the small of her back and continued until he felt he had done a thorough job. 

Annie gradually realized that that Jonas had stopped spanking and was rubbing and squeezing her throbbing seat.  As he helped her to her feet and stood to cradle her against him Annie was aware of throbbing elsewhere.  Jonas kissed her tears away and said quietly, “It’s all over, I love you and it’s all over now.  But Annie, you need to know I took it easy on you this time.  If you lie to me again your bare bottom is going to know the full force of what a spanking can really feel like.  Come on I have to get you back to work.” Annie instinctively reached around and rubbed her aching bottom not wanting to imagine what it would have been like if Jonas had taken down her pants and panties.  And while the thought was unsettling she realized she was almost as reluctant to leave then little office as she had been to enter it. 

Annie heart was soaring! Someone actually cared for her, someone actually loved her.  All her life she had looked for someone who cared.  As they stepped back into the dinner Mr.  DeSilva practical jumped at them. “Are you alright?” he barked at Annie and before she could answer he rounded on Jonas, “Is she alright?” 

Annie couldn’t help giggling at the scowl on his face, much like that of a protective bull dog.  Annie looked back and forth between the two men who cared for her in very different ways she thought of the attention she had craved all her life had arrived, now she wondered if she was going to be able to handle it. 

~o~

This story is one of mine.  Jonas and Annie are based around the story I ‘mind blogged’ for most of my life.  This was the stuff of my teenage (and beyond) fantasies. 

So have you started writing yet?  This invitation is opened to all my blogger friends, my non-blogging friends, or those friends I haven’t met yet that read here silently.  Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

The joy of no electricity

Yesterday morning I was without electricity for about four hours. Horrors! There wasn’t a problem, the electric company was just making some changes, so it was scheduled. We all depend a LOT on electricity. We forget how much. I texted Rosie Dee, she said when there’s was out she would think, ‘The oven won’t work, I guess I’ll have to use the microwave …wait.” LOL!

But I was doing the same thing. I’m thinking, hmm… I won’t have A/C, but I guess the ceiling fan will have to be enough… wait. No coffee maker, no TV, no internet! What’s a girl to do? 

Write! That’s what. I mean I could have gone somewhere, but I hated to pass up such a good opportunity – a whole morning to write with NO distractions?  And I just about got my latest book finished. It's not quite finished, there are some chapters I have to go back and do. But I finished the ending and that always feels great!  Rosie Dee has been editing for me all along so she’s helped me keep up with that. All I have to do is have the electricity shut off a couple of days the next two weeks and it should be ready to send it to Blushing!