New Beginnings

A birthday to remember

2009-12-20T00:05:00.000-05:00

My Friday was really cool! The last day with kids and we got snow!!! School was released about 9:30. The kids weren’t there long but it was a wild and wooly morning. Last day before Christmas vacation, snow – which we rarely see, well you can imagine. I told some friends it was as if each had had a bowl of sugar for breakfast and washed it down with a Red Bull. But we survived and now vacation has begun. The snow was beautiful!! We got about 9 inches, that’s the most we’ve had since about ’93 when Mollie was only a few months old.

But now let’s go back a few days earlier to my birthday. It was a regular work day but that morning I had an email from Nick mentioning that he knew someone was getting older and wondering if I could find out the kids schedules. I knew Mollie was babysitting but I wasn’t sure about LJ. I knew he was finished with his exams but I wasn’t sure if he was coming to see me on my birthday. I shouldn’t have worried – he was still at school planning to go to a party there. I wasn’t disappointed – I was looking forward to an evening home with Nick.

We knew we would have the whole evening so we were in no rush. We found some video on spanking tube to watch and then Nick made us some supper but not long after we ate we headed back to the bedroom where Nick had laid out some very nice toys. I gave him a gift too - a little paddle ball paddle I had picked up. I really like the weight and shape of paddle ball paddles for fun spankings.

Nick used it for some warm up before finally taking my pants off. He said since this was a birthday spanking I could chose what it used for the official count – not that that would be all. He had laid out many of my favorites and one enemy! He had out the leather paddle with fur on one side, a heart shaped leather paddle we got in CA, the Orange County Whapper (from the mast head), a hand shaped leather fly swatter, the tawse, his belt and the dogging bat and he had a surprise held back.

Nick let me choose for the official birthday spanking so I chose my current favorite, the dogging bat. He wanted me to count out loud – the number is getting so high I guess he thought he might lose track. But I was able to count all the way to 53 out loud as the spanks got increasing harder. Hmmmm… maybe that’s the way it is with the years of life in general. Anyway once the official ‘birthday spanking’ was over he gave me another treat.

He said he was going to use each of the other toys for as long as I wanted. When I had had all I wanted of one I could ask him to change to another. Now that suited me fine! He started off with the flogger. I like our flogger but I have seen others that I think I would like better. Ours is stingy but no thud at all. But I didn’t stop him until he got to around 60 – I thought it might be nice to take at least 53 or more with each toy.

Next came the leather paddle – that one is a piece of cake, especially when he turns it and uses the soft side every once and a while. I went past a hundred on that one. When I asked him to change he started with the leather heart shaped paddle with the little studs in it. That’s a pretty good one too and I think I went to a hundred with that too.

Now in between all this was some really fine rubbing and touching but he was true to his word and didn’t seem to mind going until I asked him to switch. I think the leather ‘hand’ came next – not only does it have a good feel it does make a wonderful noise! I got to around a hundred with it too. But to be honest I was feeling a sting for sure now!

When I asked him to change again he happened to change to my most hated implement – the tawse! Assuming I am pronouncing it correctly it is aptly named. That thing should be 'tossed' away forever! I just don’t like it at all and it strange because I really like leather. But this seems more like plastic, anyway – I don’t like it and I only got to 20 before asking Nick to please change to anything else.

So he changed to one of my very favorites – his belt! I was tender by this time but I still loved it. I think I got to seventy-five or so with it. I was getting close to done. But Nick wasn’t. In the email he had sent earlier, Nick asked me what I thought was best for that ‘next day’ feeling. I have had that from his belt before but lately I have been thinking more and more about the cane or a switch – something like that. It’s never been an instrument I’ve ever fantasized about but once he did use a switch on me when we were in the mountains. I hated it – but loved the feeling that lingered! I had shared this fascination with Nick.

The last instrument he pulled out was a dowel rod – owwww… but I felt like I could take it. That swishing noise is something, isn’t it? Very powerful! Wow that will get your attention. But Nick wasn’t being very harsh with it. And with little breaks I passed my fifty-three mark when Nick said ‘Wait right here’ (like I was going anywhere) He was back soon and I quickly felt what he had gone for, he had gone down in the basement to get several different size dowel rods! He starts experimenting with the different sizes. Again – owwww! But my butt won one round and the dowel rod broke. He changed to another but I had felt plenty of that so I asked him to please switch again. To which he happily replied “I am switching” and continued. LOL! Doesn’t everyone love a smart ass top!?

It was an evening to remember. The spanking, the rubbing, he gave me the vibrator to play with, all was perfect!! It was so nice I wanted to show my appreciation. Nick didn’t seem to mind. So I ended me birthday on my knees hopefully expressing to Nick know how much I loved my evening!

*All the toys except for the dowel rods are our real toys!

Fantasy Friday - Two for one, II

2009-12-17T21:22:00.005-05:00

Not only is it Friday - Christmas vacation begins today! We have a great story for today that is also in a way a public service announcement! It's a repost but I the author is one of the best! I know it gave me lots of ideas and what could be better than a wonderful story that also gives you sexy ideas!

I know much of the south is expecting some winter weather this weekend. I hope if you are in that area you can stay home and enjoy a good Fantasy Friday - maybe even write one?? Well think about it anyway!

Enjoy your Friday and enjoy...

Two for one

Lana's hands trembled as she eagerly cut the packaging open. Her DVDs had arrived and she could hardly wait to pop one into the player.

On a snowy Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, she'd found herself home alone and bored out of her skull. Her boyfriend had been out of town all week and wasn't scheduled to return until the following Friday. 'What's a girl to do,' she thought, as she flipped on her computer and began roaming her favorite links.

'December sure is slow,' she mused. Nobody was posting anything she found very interesting. She clicked into a couple of new sites, only to encounter the same sense of flatness. 'Same old, same old,' she complained inwardly. She was still bored, but reluctant to stop surfing.

'What is the name of that site with all the spanking videos?' she wondered. After a few moments of thinking, she remembered. 'Oh yeah, Shadow Lane.' A google minute later, she was there.

The front page caused her to sit up and take notice. They were having a two for one sale! She quickly entered the site.

'Oooo, I really shouldn't be doing this,' she thought. The twinge of guilt didn't stop her from looking at all the wonderful selections and before she knew it, there were four DVDs in her shopping cart.

They'd arrived the same day Jon returned. He was upstairs, sleeping from his long flight and the busy two weeks he'd had away from home. She was certain he'd sleep until she woke him for dinner. Lana decided that watching just one of the movies would be a quiet and harmless way to spend the afternoon.

"A Lover's Discipline" had been her first choice when she shopped that snowy, lonely day. She was intrigued by the promise of anal discipline, combined with masturbatory punishment, hand spanking, paddling, and all the yummy things she dreamed of doing with Jon. Into the player it went.

Lana settled herself onto the couch to enjoy her guilty pleasure. Her warm-ups were cozy, but not enough to ward off the chill of the day. She covered up with a blanket and invited the cat to join her while she watched the story unfold.

'Wow,' she exclaimed as the movie started. 'Those two aren't wasting any time.' She watched as the couple moved through the discipline. She flinched when the spanking started and began experiencing a growing need when the anal discipline ensued. Her hand found its way under the band of her pants until her fingers came to rest against her hard, aching clit. She slid down in her seat a bit to accommodate her wandering fingers. As the action continued she was aware of nothing around her, only her own pleasure and the scene unfolding before her eyes.

"Where did this come from?" asked a masculine voice behind her, close to left ear. Lana shrieked, pulled her hand out of her pants, and sat upright in one swift motion.

"Not so fast," Jon said, taking hold of her right wrist, pulling it up over her head. "Where has that hand been?" He gave her finger tips a quick lick. Lana blushed to her toes.

"Um, I was bored last Sunday and went online," she responded. "Shadow Lane was having a two for one sale, so I ordered some."

"How many is 'some'?" Jon inquired. Sheepishly, Lana admitted that she'd had difficulty stopping at two, ordering four because she couldn't make up her mind or resist such a bargain.

To her relief, Jon chuckled. He walked around the sofa to join her. "Please, start it over," he instructed her.

Once the film began he slid under the blanket. "Hmmm, it's pretty hot under here," he observed. "You're probably too warm with those pants on. I know you'd be a lot more comfortable if you took them off, so, take them off." Lana hesitate a moment too long. "Do you need some help, young lady?" he inquired.

Before Lana could comply or answer, Jon had her across his lap. The blanket had tangled between her flailing legs keeping her from jumping to her feet. Deftly, her pants were pulled to her knees.

"Looky, there," cooed Jon, "Lana, where are your panties?" Lana growled, Jon laughed. "Is my girl horny?" His strong right hand rubbed her bared backside, while his left arm kept her pinned to his lap.

"So, you look at porn while I'm gone. Is there something you need to tell me?"

Lana blushed. "No, I was just bored. Bored and curious. OK, bored, curious, and horny. And hopeful." She looked over her shoulder at her captor. She watched him raise his right hand high over his head.

"Does this satisfy your curiosity?" he asked as he brought his hard hand down against her naked flesh. Lana yelped. "How about this?" he inquired as he spanked her once again.

The blows rained down faster and faster. Lana bucked and squealed at the relentless onslaught of Jon's firm hand. She could feel her bottom burning and stinging, and then she felt the wetness between her legs and on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she wailed. "I was lonely! I was horny! I missed you," she cried out, "and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry!"

Jon's deluge slowed with her words. Reluctantly, he stopped spanking Lana's flaming orbs. Rubbing them tenderly, he bent over to deliver a gentle kiss to her rosy right cheek.

"It's OK, baby," he assured her. "You don't usually do things like this, and I understand. Two weeks apart was way too long." Lana nodded her agreement, then reached up to dry the tears off her cheeks.

"Can we finish watching the video?" she asked. "It's really pretty good."

"Maybe some other time, Sweetness. I suspect you're wet in more places than just your lovely face. We have lots of lost time to make up for."

~~~~~ (#|#) ~~~~~

The author this week is one of my best buddies! CeeCi wrote this wonderful story for us and I know she has enjoyed a few videos herself. CeeCi is one of the best writers I know. Friend, I thank you for letting me use your story!

I not only enjoyed this Fantasy Friday I learned from it too. This story first got me looking for videos at Shadow Lane. Although I haven't seen any academy award winning movies I can say that I do enjoy them!

If any of you are finding the time to write a Fantasy Friday this holiday season please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Waiting for vacation

2009-12-17T00:05:00.001-05:00

I had a wonderful birthday. I thank everyone who dropped by here or sent there good wished by email. Nick and I did celebrate and I’ll tell you all about that on Sunday. I just don’t have the energy or time to do it justice at the moment.

I know I don’t dig ditches for a living, I don’t work in a coal mine, I’m not a logger but each night when I have gotten home this week I feel like I have spent 12 hours at each of these jobs with a little alligator wrestling thrown in. If you don’t believe me try wrangling seventy-five 12 year olds (25 at a time) all day, each day, the week before Christmas vacation. It feels like a practice session for herding cats! Just getting them corralled is a full time job, much less try to teach them anything!! And with only a very few exceptions these are really nice kids this year. But I’m telling you the week before break is exhausting!

I’m just whining a little I do know I have it better that most folks. I get off two weeks for Christmas and I am going to savor every second of it, just got to get through Friday. Saturday LJ, Colin, Mollie and I are going to a Christmas play that LJ wants us to see, then a lot of relaxing to follow. I’ll be around here because so many of my friends live in my computer and I’ll also be spending lots and lots of time with family. I’m starting to feel better already!

Don't mind me...

2009-12-15T00:01:00.002-05:00

I'm just trying to get used to the idea.

I don't think it's working.

We'll work on it

2009-12-12T23:46:00.006-05:00

I am sitting here (Saturday night) stuffed to the gills. So much for the diet today. We went out with friends tonight and I feel like I can barely waddle. We had a coupon for a free blooming onion, then I had their good bread and then ribs and mashed potatoes. I guess I need to hit the gym hard Monday!

I love weekends. Nick and I slept late and it felt so good just to lay there and cuddle. Nick mentioned it too. We went so many years not touching – really hardly ever. Now we cuddle, turn in unison most of the night to spoon, we rub and touch and just enjoy being close. We wasted so much time. But that’s in the past now.

There is just one thing we need to work on. It’s not a big deal but I know we have room to improve. I’ve mentioned it before but we still need work. Nick really wants me to initiate sex more often and I really always intend to but I know I don’t initiate as often as he would like. As for me I want him to spank more often. Now it’s not like we’re holding out on one another – not like that at all. But for whatever reason my make-up is such that the only time I really feel sexy is when I am spanked often...when we don’t have the time or privacy to get in some spanking I just don’t feel desirable or sexy... and when I don’t feel sexy I don’t think about initiating sex... and then Nick seem to spank less... and on and on, see how it goes? It’s not really a problem, just a hitch but I wish we could get into a more regular routine. I know if we both put in just a little more effort we would both like the results.

It’s really not a bad problem to have. So many people our age have totally lost interested in each other and just don’t care. I know we’re close now and I really don’t see that going away. I think we’re both happy and I think we are both willing to try to do things that will make us even happier. We’re at a good place after 26 years of marriage. We’re having a great time and looking forward to even better times to come.

Fantasy Friday - A Drive in the Country II

2009-12-11T00:05:00.003-05:00

This is a busy time of year so I haven't been pestering folks for stories - don't worry I'll be back to pestering after the holidays. But for today I am reposting the story I wrote about yesterday. The one written by Eva - NOT Grace! (Thank's Lil, I thought it was a good idea too.)

Hope you enjoy...

A Drive in the Country

The leaves were just beginning to turn. The air was cool. Crisp. Buses were running around picking up kids and taking them to school.

The school year was well underway. My favorite thing to do when school is in session is to climb back into bed and steal an hour or two of sleep once the kids board the bus. Not this day though. This day, was about to be different than the rest had been so far this school year.

I knew he was planning to take the day off so that we could spend it together. I just didn’t know for sure what he had in mind. All I knew was that going back to bed was not an option. He told me I had 45 minutes to shower, dress casually, and meet him in the car.

When I got into the car he started the engine and put the car in reverse. As he began backing out of the drive he handed me a brown paper sack and said, “Here. Put this on.” I opened it and was not surprised to find the blindfold we often use when he wants to play with elements of surprise.

I put the blindfold on, wondering where he was taking me and why we didn’t just spend the day at home since the kids were in school. I tried to keep track of the twists and turns that the road took but after about ten minutes I was completely lost in the darkness of the blindfold.

As we drove he told me to remove my bra and even though I was wearing a long sleeved sweater that wasn’t a difficult accomplishment. Women can remove bras in the tightest of circumstance. And yes, even while blindfolded.

We drove a bit further and he told me to hold out my hand. I did. He placed something in my palm and said “Put them on.” It took me a second to figure out what I was holding. Never before have there been clamps on my nipples. Realizing he had bought them just for a moment like this, I thanked him for this gift as I put them on and felt their grip.

Throughout the rest of the trip he occasionally squeezed the nipple clamps sending throbbing sensations to my rapidly moistening sex. The pain in my nipples and the pleasure in my pussy made me whimper every time he touched me.

We drove on. And on. Finally, I sensed gravel under the wheels of the car. He must have driven another half mile. I could sense that we were on private property. Finally when the car stopped and the engine died he said “wait.” He got out of the car and came around and opened my door. He took my hand and instructed me to carefully get out of the car. The whole time he led me and warned me of bumps in the walkway and other obstacles.

We climbed four steps. I could tell we were now on a porch. I heard the creak of a swing and the sound of running water. The air smelled fresh and clean. I could tell we must be near a brook or stream. I held tightly to his arm.

And then I heard a person rise from the swing and approach us.

“Glad you kids could make it.” She sounded older.

“We’re happy to be here, isn’t that right honey?”

I hoped that question was rhetorical because I was too breathless to answer.

The lady then said “Right this way.”

I held tight and followed his lead, too nervous to do otherwise. I heard a door open and a light switch click on. A musty odor wafted into my nostrils. The lady said, “Be careful on those steps. I’ll be back in two hours to unlock the door.”

With that the door closed behind us and she was gone. My blindfold was removed so that I could see to go down the steps. “I want you to see EVERY thing that is about to happen to you, my love.”

At the bottom of the steps, he flipped another light switch and I gasped with excitement. It was a dungeon. A spanking, love-making, submissive dungeon.

He led me to a rack of outfits and chose a leather teddy, lace stockings and black boots with heels and told me to change right there before him. His eyes never left my body and I felt glorious sensations knowing he had arranged all this just for me.

There were crops. Floggers. Collars. Cock toys. Slings and swings. Paddles. Shackles. Spanking tables. We used them all. I spent the majority of the time on my knees pleasing him in whatever way he demanded. He pinched, pulled, teased. He did it all. We did it all.

At the end of the two hours we were both spent like never before. I had been spanked, teased, tormented, fucked and loved. I wanted to just stay on my knees at his feet doing only what he commanded me to do. I was not able to think for myself any longer. I didn’t want to think for myself. I was his and only able to think what he thought for me.

As we climbed the steps he stopped me, handed me the nipple clamps and said “Keep these on until I tell you to take them off.” Just then the door opened and I got my first look at the older lady. She was sweet. Motherly almost. As I began to become aware that I stood before her in leather gear I heard her ask my lover if he’d like to schedule a return appointment. As he slipped some cash into her hand he asked “How would two weeks from today work?”

As we were about to close the front door of the old farm house behind us, my lover then placed the blindfold back over my eyes and snarled softly in my ear, “Keep the blindfold on. You are to NEVER know where our secret dungeon is located. Just make sure you change when we get home… before the bus drops off the kids.”

~~~oo0oo~~~

I loved the story no matter which of my friends wrote it. I was so quick to believer it was Grace because shortly before it went up she had been talking about doing the "happy mom dance" because her kids had just started back to school. Being a teacher I had been doing the "Oh crap! Summer's almost over" dance myself. But Eva, my twin, I do appreciate the story even if you did have to annoy me during the process.

Now I'm still not pestering but if any of anyone does have a story that they are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

So that's where PK came from...

2009-12-10T00:05:00.002-05:00

Bonnie had a good question on her brunch last Sunday. She was asking what we could do to help others feel more welcomed in blogland. It was good discussion that you can read here. She mentioned as we got to know each other better there are sometimes jokes we share that new comers might not understand. Then she mentioned that not everyone knows why I go by PK instead of Elis, the name I started with. Since I had a couple of folks ask I thought I tell those of you that weren’t around at the time.

The original Fantasy Friday was a guessing game. The idea at the time was for several of us that had become friends to write fantasy stories and send them in. Then everyone could all guess who wrote it. Many of us had begun to recognize each others writing styles so we worked hard to try to fool each other.

I had become close friends with several bloggers at the time. Friday morning as soon as I got to school Eva – my best buddy mind you, emailed me about the Fantasy Friday story. Her first words were “It’s got to be Grace!” I had to agree it did sound like Grace so when I got home that night Grace got my vote. Eve and I talked about it a couple of times over the weekend and then Monday morning I got to read the reveal. The author wasn't Grace – it was that sneaky Eva herself!!

So… well I’ll let you read what Eva posted later that day. (Her words are in red and she is quoting my emails and comments in blue.)

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I was so excited to wake up and see my story. And yes, I definitely had some fun with Elis over it. Guilty as charged. I saw Ellis' comment on the reveal post. It said:

"I'll tell you what Elis' face looks like right now! Pissed!

(Really? Kinda like this mean little kitty?)

I'll get her! LOL! What kind of friend intentionally leads someone to the wrong answer!?

(One who wants to mess with your mind a bit??)

The first email I got from her last Friday said "It's got to be Grace!" It was Nick that said "I don't know it could be Eva"

(That Nick, he's a wise fella~ you ought to pay more mind to him)

Just wait, just wait. I'm plotting now!!"

(Should I be skeered ??)

And actually, I was the first one to post on the Fantasy Friday reveal this morning:

"Yes, I too would love to see Elis face when she sees this today.....

I suppose I should ask her to forgive me cuz I did mess with her head a bit on Friday, pretending it HAD to be Grace and all.....

Forgive me, Elis?"

Oh, but wait. There's more. I got to work this morning and sent her a "Good grief, is it Monday already, Have a nice day" kind of email. It was really nice and all but what do I get in return? Have a look.....

"I'll get you."

(As in "I'll get you, my pretty?" Oh, dear.)

Its one thing to jump to the wrong conclusion, but you PUSHED me!

(Yes, but I'm a good guy. It was for your own good. Yeah, that's it. It was for your own good.)

And what really makes me mad is that Nick said he thought it might be you.

(Told ya, he's a very wise man that Nick)

Dog-gone-it!

(Yes, dog gone it... isn't Elis cute when she's "pissed?") And if I seriously thought for one second that Elis was REALLY upset with me, I'd be on my knees apologizing. We'll see what her response to this post is though. ROFL

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LOL! It was all in fun and we got a big kick out of that day. Several of my friends started calling me 'Pissed Kitty' - even Nick when I got on a roll, so it ended up sticking. I got a kick out of it and eventually the PK became permanent. I felt like I had been re-christened by my buddies. So now when I hear Elis it sounds like a stranger. I never intended to be PK but for better or worse I think that's who I am.

Ordinary stuff

2009-12-08T00:05:00.000-05:00

I hope everyone that celebrates Christmas is getting excited. I know some of my friends got snow this weekend and that’s always fun. I spent Sunday evening wrapping gifts and doing a little more decorating on the house. I almost felt like baking Christmas cookies but I managed to hold off – barely!

I’m still feeling pretty good these days. Monday afternoon I had to go back to the doctor for my blood pressure check, all is well in that area. But they needed to take some blood for a test to see if the medicine is doing any damage to my kidneys. First they stuck my left arm, evident there is no blood in that one. Stuck my right arm, got some blood there. Then back to my left arm for my H1N1 vaccine. Hey, I'm no pin cushion, there in only one part of me I want sore and it ain't my arms!

Thursday I’m going for a bone density test. I haven’t had one before but I know the test is nothing. Hope the exercise for the last three years has done a little to help my bones. We’ll see. Mollie is going with me and after the test I hope to finish up my Christmas shopping.

Good news, I've lost 2 pounds since last week. That’s about what I gained over Thanksgiving so as long as I got most of that off I can’t complain. Maintaining during December is about all I can hope for. This is the next to the last week for the challenge at my gym. I’ve done the 8 required classes and hopefully this week will have all my hours in. I haven’t lost a ton but I know this challenge has been what has helped me maintain so I’m glad I did it.

Now the bad news - I can't write. I have 3, count 'em 3, Fantasy Friday stories in my head. That other dear lady who whispers her stories in my head is very active. What have I actually put on paper (screen, whatever) - nothing!! I can't even seem to answer emails as I normally would. Stories race around in my head as I lay down at night, when I shower the next morning, when I'm working out at the gym, I come home - I want to write, I'm ready. Then I sit down and stare at the keyboard - nothing. It would be bad enough if I didn't have any ideas but to have ideas and just not to get anything started, grrrrrrrr... I don't know what to do. Oh well they are still in my head, maybe sometime.

Shocking Saturday

2009-12-06T00:05:00.000-05:00

I assume most of you do your blogs reading sitting down, I hope so cause I don’t want anyone to hurt themselves while reading this but I had a pretty shocking Saturday. Mollie was babysitting; Nick and I had hours and hours to ourselves. The weather was cold and rainy, perfect for staying in bed and cuddling. So do you have a thought for how I spent my Saturday? I spent all day cleaning!! (Grace I do hope you were sitting, take a minute to get your breath and read on.)

The strangest thing was I wanted to do it. When I don’t feel rushed and I have a good reason to clean I can do a pretty good job. My family is coming here for Christmas so I want to decorate a little more. I thought it might be better to have a clean slate to start from. I think it worked. The tree is up and beautiful! Now I’m trying to get a few more things out.

We’re having a big Christmas dinner with Nick’s family on Christmas Eve and my big extended family the day after Christmas so I was just planning to have deli sandwiches and chips on Christmas day when my sister and her family will be here. But no, Mollie didn’t think that was appropriate. She said that we should have a real Christmas dinner here on Christmas day and she would be in charge! Suits me, you know about my cooking skills. In fact I have used my special skills – I contacted two of the finest cooks in blogland – Eva and Theresa, and got some recipes for her. See I have talent too, I can email!

But back to my weekend for the moment, I don’t want you to think we wasted all our time alone. Mollie babysat on Friday night too. Nick and I curled up in the bed and watched the last video I had ordered a while back. Now while I think watching spanking videos can be a lot of fun, I’m still not overly impressed with the plots and story lines. However, these videos still do produce a nice affect. We were pretty much able to take over at the end of the video and create our own story line. Our dialog was much better and the special effects! Wow! They were very special!

Now I have three goals for retirement. I want to write a book, I want to be an advice columnist (not that I’m smart enough but I’ve always wanted to be one) and now I want to write believable spanking video and direct them. I know I could do a better job than some of the ones we’ve seen.

That was my Saturday; I hope yours was as much fun.

Fantasy Friday - School Daze II

2009-12-04T00:05:00.001-05:00

I haven't posted much this week and I've missed talking to everyone. Everything's good here just nothing much going on to post about. I'll be back to farbling about nothing soon.

Meanwhile it’s Friday again!! Time for another story and we have a hot one today! This is a repost but it's been around two years so I hope it will be new for many of you. I am so happy to have so many friends who are such good writers. I know this is a busy time of the year and many are feeling stressed so just for a little while, relax, read and enjoy…

School Daze

As Ann sat in the student union, she looked out through tear filled eyes at the rain coming down. What was she going to do? Half way through her freshmen year and she had blown it. “I may as well just pack it up and go home.” She thought as she looked down at her damp midterm grade sheet. It contained three F’s, 2 D’s, and a few C’s. “Great. I can’t wait to tell my folks that they raised a looser.” Taking a sip from her diet soda, she watched as the thunderstorm continued. “How did I get myself into this mess?” She pondered. “Well, I guess attendingg classes more than once in a while would have helped. Maybe a little less partying, a little less gabbing on the phone, maybe even a little studying would have helped. It felt so good to be on my own though. I guess I won’t be for long…..”

Startled she jumped up and looked around as a finger tapped her on the shoulder. “Doug! What are you doing here?” She managed as she quickly wiped away her tears and stuffed the midterm grades into her pocket. Doug was a friend a couple of years older from their neighborhood. He lived a couple of doors down and they had grown up together. He was a great guy, nice looking too! Math and physics were his majors.

“I was just passing through. I wanted to get out of the rain before I headed out to class again. What’s wrong? Why all the tears?”

“Oh nothing, um.. So how are classes going for you?” She tried to change the subject.

“They’re fine, but I was asking about you. Hey, did you get your midterm grades? I just did. Boy I’m bummed one of my prof’s gave me a B so far. I guess I’ll have to buckle down some.”

“Must be nice”

“Nice? Ok, let’s have it. You’ve known me long enough I want to know what is going on and I’m not going to let it go. Is it grades? A boyfriend? A roommate?” He was getting impatient. He liked Ann a lot, but she never wanted to come straight with anyone. Her parents told him to watch over her, but he gave up after the first few weeks out of pure frustration. Instead he’d focused on getting through his studies. She didn’t answer him, but tears started again, and she hadn’t bothered wiping them away. “Come on,” he said as he put his arm around her shoulders. “What’s bothering you? You can talk to me, you know it.”

With a big sigh and more tears, she fished out her midterm grades and not looking at him handed him the sheet. Doug let out a low whistle. “Wow.”

“I know. Looks like you won’t have to try to watch over me anymore. I’m headed home.” With that she lost the little composure she had managed to keep up to this point and the tears just flowed freely as she cried.

“Hey, it isn’t over yet. You still have ½ a term. Most prof’s put more weight on the second half and some even put ½ your grade into the final.” He hugged her into his chest as he tried to reassure her. “Look. I have to run to class. Meet me for dinner at my place and we’ll talk. Ok?”

“Well, maybe” she said still snuggled into his chest. Boy it felt good. She had never been this close to him before and realized it was feeling pretty nice. She had been pretty lonely for the past few months.

“I’ll take that as a yes, and bring your class syllabus’s” He hugged her harder, and then taking a deep breath to himself he ventured to kiss her gently on the head. Then bid her goodbye and headed off to class, already starting to plan his evening.

~~oo000oo~~

Ann arrived at his apartment that night, syllabus in hand and feeling a little better with someone to talk to. She didn’t have to tell her parents and maybe he was right. Maybe she could salvage at least C’s in most classes. As he let her in, she gawked at how big and beautiful his apartment was.

“I have too much room, but the price was right and it allows me to study without everyone interfering. You know, you could study here any time you want.”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to impose.”

“You’ve known me for long enough for me to be your brother. I don’t think you need to worry about that.” He said as he handed her a glass of soda. “So, lets talk. What is going on? Why the crummy grades? Are the classes to hard?”

“NO! Um… kind of the opposite. They’re pretty easy, but I’m a little bored and so… well anyway…”

“No, not anyway, so what? You haven’t been going right?”

“Well, during class is the only time I get sleep.”

“I’m not following here… you sleep during class?”

“Look, I have a rotten roommate. She is up playing music till all hours. I can’t sleep, or study there, so I was sleeping some in the union, but then…well….. “ She looked at his concerned look and felt more nervous than ever. He had a way and always had of getting her to talk that no others had. She teared up. “um.. I didn’t like being in the union so late alone, so I started to go out…. To the bars.”

“But you’re not of age yet. How’d you get in?”

“The normal way, I got a fake id.” She said blushing and turning away. She added quickly “but you see, it was all I could do. It is really my roommates fault. My grades started going down because I couldn’t study or sleep in my room and well, I didn’t have anywhere to go.” She said defensively.

“mm… hm…so, let me get this straight...You blew off class to sleep and get over your hangovers probably. You used a fake ID, you didn’t come to me for help when you knew you could, and now it is your roommates fault and you’re shocked by your grades. Is that right?”

“Um…..” She thought to her self how well he had really summed it up, but she didn’t like the sound of it or his tone. Who was he to yell at her? It isn’t like he was her parents. “Well it isn’t as bad as you make it sound. Sheesh, you make me sound like some drunk criminal or something.” She got up her voice rising and started to pace. “I hate this place anyway. The professors are jerks. No one cares, and my roommate is awful. I guess I’m glad I’m headed home. Maybe I can find something better to do. And if you cared, you wouldn’t have waited this long to talk to me.”

“I do care, and if you remember I’ve been talking to you every week, but you won’t let me ask about anything. You just avoid the situation. So tell me. What are you going to do for the rest of the semester? The same thing? What if a bar gets raided and they find you with a fake id?” He asked rising himself to face her with his arms crossed. “Sit down. Then answer me.”

“Well, it’s worked so far….” She trailed sitting down.

“Great answer, Ann.” He said quietly and calmly. Then after a pause he added. “You know what? I’m not going to let you get arrested. If you’d let me, I could take care of all of this, and I bet you’d pass every class. Hand me your syllabus, and think about it. Of course, you’d have to agree to my terms.”

“What terms.” She stated.

“We’ll talk about that in a minute. I can tell you part of it would be to move in here in the extra bedroom to get away from that roommate. But hush and I want to read over your grades and syllabus’s”.

As he started reading, she waited listening to the clock tick in the background. Wow, how quiet it was she thought. Move in? With him? That would be a dream come true. She would love to make it more than a friendship, but never thought it possible. Maybe if she was here, she could work on that with him. She wondered what the other terms could be. Probably she’d have to study and he would want her to attend class. That was a given. Maybe that was it. Maybe help cook but she was a pro at that.

"Doug, about your offer….I've thought it over, and I accept." She said.

"You haven't heard all the conditions. You might not be so willing when you hear them all." He paused, calming his nerves. He thought " this is it, don't scare her, you have loved her for a long time, wanted to be with her, take care of her, maybe even someday it could grow into forever together….but what if she won't accept my conditions? Then what? Maybe I shouldn't bring up spanking yet…. But she needs it, I know that…. " He began to pace as he thought.

"Doug? Are you ok? Look, I know this is uncomfortable for you but, well, I would really like to be with you… maybe we could even b…" she cut herself off.

"Ann? What were you going to say? Maybe we could even be… what?" He sat, and took her hand looking longingly into her eyes.
Blushing, she said "well, you know, um…. Maybe we could become more than friends. Eventually" She added quickly.

"I would love that Ann, I have always liked you, but there is something you should know about me. It would be part of the conditions too. I don't know if you'd accept it or not. "

He paused then let it all out. "Look, I need to be the dominant one in any relationship. I want to love and cherish and care for my girlfriend, and eventually my wife. This means I need to have the final decision on things, and have some rules about things like taking care of yourself, being honest, things like that…. And consequences for not following the rules, and hurting yourself or others."

"Like I hurt you and myself you mean?"

"Yes, like that."

"What are these consequences you're talking about?"

"I will spank you when I feel you need it. You must accept that whole heartedly, and know that I would never do it unfairly, or when I'm mad, or when you don't deserve it. I would expect you to do what I said during a spanking without question. When it is over, all will be forgiven, I will hold you, take care of you, and we'll go on. I know it sounds weird or harsh, or … I don't know…."

"No, wait stop, it doesn't. I think I can live with that. Even if it means I need one or “she swallowed "deserve one now. If it means you can forgive me, and maybe sometime I can forgive myself for lying to you and myself, and I can have a place to stay, maybe pass my classes, and most importantly a chance to be with you and love you close up as I have from a distance, then well, I accept."

"You're sure now. There is no turning back at least tonight for the spanking you so richly deserve. I know that during it you'll want me to stop, but that won't be under your control. Are you sure about this?"

Pausing to reassure herself, she said, "Yes. I need your help turning things around and if I need to take a spanking or two to have the chance to turn things around, and to be with you, well so be it. Maybe it is what I've been looking for or needing in my life. I've felt so alone." Ann trailed off into her own thoughts leaving the room silent.

Doug looked at this beautiful woman before him, thinking how lucky he was to have a chance with her, he would make it count. He kissed her and scooped her into his arms. Holding her tightly with her head against his chest, he felt her sink into him and it felt so good and right. "Yes," he thought. "I plan on taking very, very good care of you, and watching over you like a hawk."

He wanted to hold her there forever. After a few minutes, he sighed. "Ok" He said out loud. "You've made your decision, and now it is time. I want you to go into that bedroom. It will be your new bedroom, stack up three pillows, and lay over them with your butt in the air. I want you thinking about what you have done wrong. It is no ones fault but your own. You had many options to get yourself out of the mess you have gotten yourself into. I plan on making sure that you follow MY OPTIONS from now on to get you out of the mess as you obviously can't do it yourself."

Ann looked up at him, eyes wide, shocked at how stern he had suddenly gotten. "I” she started to protest.

"No, don't say anything. You agreed to the terms that you would do exactly as instructed. I told you to do something, now do it. And until the punishment is finished, you will only answer me and it will be with a Yes Sir or No Sir. Do you understand?"

"Uh. I guess"

With a quick smack on her butt he said "That is yes sir!"

Jolted into motion, Ann quickly replied "Yes sir," and went to the bedroom. Ann did as Asked. Doug left her to her thoughts for a few minutes after checking to ensure she had done just as he instructed.

Time seemed to drag on for Ann. The more she thought of what he had said, the more she realized how he was right. How she didn't do well taking care of herself, and how sad she was. She was almost in tears before Doug even came back into the room.
In a quiet voice, Doug said "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir." She said somewhat choked up.

"I see you've been thinking. You hurt me Ann, we've been friends forever. You know you can trust me. Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped a long time ago?"

"I don't know, sir, I … well, I just wanted to do it on my own. I kept thinking I could bring things back. I wanted to be strong. To make it all work by myself. I guess I just am weak and I don't know."

"Ann, listen to me and listen carefully. You are not weak. You are one of the strongest women I know. No one.. got that NO ONE can make it on their own. We all need friends, family, relationships to help us through, especially when things are rough. You can't just hide it inside and do it all on your own. From now on you will tell me everything. I intend to show you tonight what lying and hiding things will bring you. I assure you when I am finished; you will NOT want to lie to anyone for a very, very long time. Do you understand that? Do you understand why you are being punished? It is NOT for bad grades, it is for not doing anything earlier to help yourself get out of this mess. For not talking with me, when you knew I'd understand. For hurting me, yourself, and us. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

With that he stood up, knowing that she did truly understand and ready to ensure that they wouldn't be here for a long time to come. Doug put his hand in the small of her back and began to spank her with his hand. Ann was quiet, trying hard not to cry, and frustrated at the tears already leaking from her eyes. Soon the heat and intensity was beginning to build. Doug could feel it. She started to wiggle a little and groan a little. He paused, and rubbed for a minute, then slowly lifted her skirt up on top of her hips revealing her silky white panties.

"No, please, Doug" she whined.

"Yes, Ann, and before I'm done you will be bare. I am just now warming up. Now hush unless you want me to add some additional swats with the paddle when we are done. Listen to the rules. You may cry as much as you want, you may even beg me to stop, but you will not tell me no."

Before she had a chance to reply, he quickly began to spank her hard with his hand on her panties.

Ann was shocked at how much more it hurt! "I can't do this, please please stop! I changed my mind. It hurts!"

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, Ann, this is why you'll stop lying or hiding things because you don't want this pain again! And changing your mind is NOT an option now." As he said it he started to spank 10 on one side then 10 on the other. Ann was starting to sway and beg more. Doug stopped for a second to let her calm down, and to pull her panties to her knees. This time, she didn't protest. Instead, she just cried a little and said "Please, Doug, please be gentle."

"It won't be gentle, but it will definitely be what you deserve." With that Doug soon heard that wonderful sound of his hand spanking bare skin. He would warm her butt so much he thought, she wouldn't want to be here again. He was slowly letting up his pent up frustration out on her butt. It was turning from a light pink to a darker red now, and her sobs had become more pronounced. It was time, he thought, to make sure this doesn't happen again.

"Ann, I'm going to stop for a minute. I do not want you to move. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" she sobbed, wiping away her tears.

Doug went out of the room and got a short leather strap out of his dresser. "It hasn't gotten much use," he thought, "but that I think is about to change."

Going into her room he stood and sucked in his breath at the site of her. She was beautiful, he wanted her so badly, but knew now was not the time.

"Ann, we have a little ways to go. This is going to hurt a lot, but I assure you, it will do no permanent damage. Now, please, give me your hands."

Without protest, she put her hands behind her back and Doug quickly pressed them against her back holding her tightly. Then he started. SMACK!

The first stroke landed! Ann thought she was going to jump out of her skin. "AHHH. Please no, that is too much, I can't stand it Please. Pl…"

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

"Ahhh" She kicked and screamed but to no avail. The strap kept landing. She tried to pull her hands out and succeeded once. Doug quickly pulled it back and held her more tightly.

Ten more landed against her butt quickly. She suddenly felt exhausted. She couldn't fight anymore. Tears and sobs were flowing freely. She started to relax, sobbing, exhausted.

Todd released her hands, and rubbed her back gently. Just loud enough for her to hear he said "You're almost there, you can make it. You have only 10 more to go. They will be the hardest. I want you to take these without me holding you down. I won't make you ask for them this time, but you will not kick or try to put your hand back. Do you understand?"

Ann nodded.

"Answer me right Ann, do you understand?"

"Y..yes, sir" She managed to choke out.

Without any hesitation he quickly laid in 10 very hard strokes. Ones he knew she would feel for several days. Then just as quickly he dropped the strap, and scooped her into his arms. Carefully placing her so her butt was between his legs and touching nothing, he held her tightly. "Its ok honey, you made it. I am so proud of you. All is forgiven. We can go on together and see what develops. Ann, honey, I love you. I'm here for you, always, as long as you'll have me" and he kissed her gently on her head.

Ann still couldn't speak. Her breath was just coming back to her she just hugged with all her might and snuggled into the safety and love she felt against his chest. Slowly she calmed, and the sobs turned to gentle tears.

"Ann, are you ok?"

"Yes sir," she said "Sore, but …."

"But what?"

"Well, strangely, I feel calm." She said as she tried to sort out her emotions. She thought "I've just been embarrassed, spanked, and I hurt, yet I feel better than I have in weeks."

"Good" he said. "That is how you should feel. Forgive yourself, look forward, I'll take care of you, I've forgiven you. I'll always be here. Always."

"Thank you Doug, I… I love you." And she leaned up and kissed him. A long passionate kiss, filled with all her emotions of love pouring out. She felt cared for in a way she never had before.

"Why don't you get a little rest honey, then we'll go over to your place and pick up the stuff you need for the next couple of days. This weekend, we'll move all your stuff over here and you'll never need to see your roommate again. Ok?"

She smiled totally relaxed. "I'll go for the rest, but I'm not sure I want to sit in a car and go over there… perhaps I'll walk back home."

Grinning he said "No way, I'm not going to miss you squirming! I want to see that!"

Giving him a soft punch and grinning herself, she sunk once again into his chest feeling more loved and cared for than ever before.

~~~oo0oo~~~

This is my kind of story for sure. I like, real caring, some discipline and the anticipation of some good loving! But I didn't write it. I was written by my friend Carye. We used to get to hear from Carye a lot but not so much lately. I can't imagine what she's doing? She only has a husband to look after, oh yeah and four kids and of course she works full time too. But really should she let that get in the way of commenting and writing new stories for Fantasy Friday.
Sigh... some people need to work on their priorities. LOL!

I'm teasing Carye, but I do miss you and hope you have the time to check in soon. And if anyone else is working on a story that they are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I'm seeing improvement

2009-12-01T00:05:00.000-05:00

I’m feeling better. Really, I think I can really see a change. Now I tried a lot of new things at once so I have no idea what should get the credit. I went on BP medicine and the prescription strength Vitamin D. I started being consistent about taking my other vitamins and my calcium and I also started taking St. John’s wort. I’ve been getting to bed a tiny bit earlier and spending more time at the gym. Can you tell I’m trying?

Things at school are not bothering me as much but I can’t tell if things are better there or if I’m just better at ignoring everything. It’s like I don’t know if feeling better is giving me a better attitude or if my attitude is improving so I’m feeling better. I guess it doesn’t really matter; I’ll take what I can get.

After listening to LJ this weekend I’m just glad I’m not him. He is cast in 3 plays at the moment. This week he has rehearsals every day. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday the rehearsals last until midnight and on Tuesday and Thursday he is supposed to be at two different rehearsals at the same time. On top of this he has to direct a scene for his final in his class on directing – these rehearsals have to be squeezed in sometime in between the others. Sometimes teaching can be a real pain in the butt but it beats the heck out of being a student!

Not much to talk about on the diet front. I mean it was Thanksgiving week. I was up some but we kinda ignored this week. Cross your fingers for me for this Friday. It should come back down but I’ve been fooled before. I know I am working hard at the gym now if I can just keep from over eating.

Great Holiday

2009-11-29T00:05:00.002-05:00

I have thoroughly enjoyed my Thanksgiving holiday. LJ was home and so all four of us got to go to Nick’s folks for a great meal. I did a little shopping but it was late Saturday afternoon, not on Black Friday! This whole holiday has been calm and relaxing – with just a tiny bit of frustration thrown in.

I had Wednesday off too and with little thoughts of cooking I puttered around most of the day errands, blogging, even did a little cleaning. But after Mollie had gone to her baby sitting job Nick stopped me in the kitchen and gave me a few good swats with the wooden spatula KayLynn gave us this summer when we got together. He said he was just trying to help me build up my vitamin D (guess he does read my blog sometimes). Now despite what I might have you think we don’t run to the bedroom every time Mollie leaves the house. Instead Nick asked if I had seen a certain video on spanking tube. I hadn’t so he pulled it up for me. So we started cruising around checking out one video then another. I don’t go there that often, mostly I just forget. We looked up a few of Todd and Suzie’s. I was enjoying being able to watch and listen. But the more I watched and listened but more I decide I wanted to participate.

I turned to Nick and said “It seems like everyone is getting spanked but me.” He grinned and asked “Are you feeling left out?” We knew we didn’t have much time by then but I figured we could at least get a short spanking in. Not wanting to pull out the whole toy box Nick grabbed a few things that we don’t keep in the box. Now let me put in a plug for one of our newer toys. I love the dogging bat!! It can be used for light play as well as hard. If you need to travel with a toy I suggest that one. Stick it in a gift bag with a little tissue paper if you are flying and it looks like the perfect gift for a horse loving friend!

Nick found a few more toys in the corner of the closet. I couldn’t immediately identify one but I knew it was wood and it stung like hell! When he finished he tossed it on the bed beside me and I saw it I said “No wonder that hurt, that’s that old teacher’s paddle!” To which my smart ass husband replied “Well it seemed like the appropriate thing to use on an old teacher!” Grrrrrrrrr…

He laughed at me and continued using a hard rubber sword I got at Disney World and ended up with the closest thing we have to a cane for a few licks. If I Nick ever did believe I needed true discipline (which I don’t) that thing would be the one to use!

There is one thing I have found out about myself. Watching spanking videos, reading good spanking stories and spanking itself causes my body to react whether I thought I was in the mood or not. This was something Nick discovered first hand just before Mollie called to say she was on her way home. Sigh… I am really glad she is faithful about calling before she comes home but I must say her timing stinks.

Ahhhh well, it was a fun evening even if it was interrupted.

Fantasy Friday - Fate, chapter 2

2009-11-27T00:05:00.001-05:00

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! I got to spend mine with family - once again his mom fed the entire family and nearly every one was there. It feels great to know that I still have 3 more days off work.

As promised we have Chapter 2 of Fate this morning. If you didn't get the chance to read the first story last week click here and get caught up. I hope you still have some holiday time left and I know this story will get you in the right mood to celebrate.

Please enjoy...

Fate

Chapter 2

Josie buried her head under the covers, hiding from the persistent ringing. It was Sunday, her day off, and she was not ready to get up, much less talk to anyone.

The machine finally picked up, followed by the deep sexy drawl of Mr. Warner. Lunging for the phone, Josie groaned at the unfamiliar soreness in her backside, and paused. Confused by her response to his assault last night she decided to see what he had to say for himself. His voice brought back the sensation of fire and the bewildering sense of safety when he held her afterwards. As he talked Josie lost herself in a fantasy of what should have happened last night, lightly rubbing her bottom, thinking of his big hands sliding over her.

Cal hung up the phone, annoyed with her and thoroughly pissed at himself. She was home, he could see her car from his front window, she just didn't want to talk to him. Damn, the most interesting woman he had met in a year, and he had to scare her off on the first date. Not to mention losing out on some home cooking at her aunt's. All he could do was give her a few days to cool off and try again.

Josie called Bella, just to check in, see what was planned for dinner. She had decided to let Cal hang for a few days, just so he didn't think he could treat her that way again. She was not ready to admit to anyone, not even herself, that she was thoroughly infatuated with him.

"I'm so glad you called, sweetie. I just talked to your friend, Cal, and invited him for dinner. Do you think you could pick him up? It is so hard to give directions to someone new to town."

"What? Why did he call you? He doesn't even know you."

"But I called him, to ask him for dinner. Don't you remember? Last night I invited him for today, I wanted him to know it wasn't just a polite thing to do. Now I have to run, please try to be on time for once, and do bring a bottle of wine. A nice red for the main course. Ciao."

Josie was furious with her aunt for interfering, and excited that she would get to see him after all. She replayed his message for the number, called but got his machine, and left a short, impersonal message letting him know she would pick him up, at Bella's request, and to be ready at 3:30 sharp.

*****

Bella hummed happily while she rolled out fresh pasta. What a treat to have someone new to cook for, and a handsome someone at that. She knew her niece was flighty, and probably didn't realize what a catch he was. It was the same with her and Anthony, in the beginning. Her Aunt Tessa helped her see what a good man Anthony was, and now she could do the same for her Josie.

Homemade lasagna, fresh bread, salad from her garden, and zabaglione for dessert. He looked like a man who knew how to enjoy a good meal. Maybe the prospect of Sunday dinners would out weigh the fact that Josie could barely boil water.

*****

Cal decided not to return Josie's call, no sense giving her a chance to beg off. He would wait until she came to get him and put on his best behavior. At least Bella seemed to like him. Grabbing the phone book and a map he set out to get ready for his first skirmish in what promised to be a very interesting war.

*****

Josie threw the dress across the room in frustration. There were clothes tossed everywhere as she tried to find something that gave just the right impression. So far everything was too dressy, too casual, or too frumpy. She usually wore jeans to Bella's but that seemed too casual. She finally settled on a coral silk dress, sleeveless and clingy, but casual enough with bare legs and sandals, and just short enough to make him look twice. Satisfied with the results at last she headed for his door.

Cal greeted her at his doorstep with a single red rose, a kiss on the cheek and a suitably admiring look.

"Are you always late?" he asked.

"I'm not late, I said 3:30, and it isn't even 4 yet."

He decided to let it slide this time, she seemed prepared to pretend last night had never happened, maybe they could start over, get to know each other. Gathering the flowers for his hostess and several bottles of wine he followed her out to the car, mesmerized by the way her full bottom swayed under the short skirt. Her tiny sports car was not made for comfort, especially for a man his size, but the deep bucket seat caused her skirt to ride high on her tanned thighs and offered plenty of distraction.

"Fasten your seatbelt, Josie."

"Oh, I never use one, it just wrinkles my clothes." Josie put the car in gear and started to back out of the parking space, only to find his hand clamped over hers like a band of steel.

"Put your seatbelt on now."

Something in his tone sent a shiver right through her and her bottom started tingling. Mumbling under her breath about wrinkling her good dress she fastened the seat belt. There was a good ten miles of curvy country road between town and Bella's house, she would make sure he felt every dip and turn.

*****

Bella heard the car coming up the long drive and went to the porch to greet them.
The look on his face was enough to know things were not going smoothly, and Josie was dressed to kill. Ignoring the tension that simmered between them, Bella took genuine pleasure in the lovely bouquet of flowers and noted the wine was several notches above what Josie normally picked.

"Take Cal out to the patio, Josie. It is so pretty today, I thought we would eat out there. I want to get these in water. You can show him the gardens."

Not even Josie could ignore a direct order from Bella. Strolling along the flagstone paths was relaxing, Josie had no idea how spectacular the gardens were but Cal kept up a running commentary on the types of plants, what they were good for, and whether they had raised them on his family farm. After a loose stone caused her to lurch into him, it seemed natural for him to take her hand. Bella watched from the kitchen, noting his interest in the plants and the way he watched Josie when she ran ahead to the old swing. There was potential here that her niece couldn't see. She needed a steady, smart man who wouldn't put up with her nonsense, and Mr. Cal Warner was looking like a real contender.

*****

"I never thought I would see the day, but Miss Bella, you are as fine a cook as my dear old granny. A toast to beautiful women who can cook."

Cal raised his glass and touched the rim to hers, when he turned to Josie she was leaving the table with a mumbled excuse. He started to go after her but Bella stopped him.

"Cal, I have enjoyed this evening, no matter what happens between you and my niece, I hope you will come again. I would like for us to become friends. Having said that, I hope you will forgive me for being blunt. Josie is like a daughter to me, I love her dearly, but I am not blind to her faults. She can be petty and irritating and rude, she is also sweet and kind and honest. My sister let her run wild after her father died, she needs a man who is willing to set some limits and capable of enforcing them."

Bella glanced at Cal to see how he was reacting.

"Josie reminds me of myself in my younger years. I was so full of myself. My Anthony looked past my faults, he showed me how to grow up. We worked together for 20 years. We loved, fought, got through our disappointments and built a good life together. I miss him everyday. I want the same kind of man for Josie. If you aren't serious, don't start reforming her. The first man that makes her behave is going to own her heart."

Cal drained his glass and took a minute to respond. These two women were the nicest thing to happen to him in quite a while, he didn't want to spoil this.

"Bella, I appreciate your candor. I believe you want only good things for Josie. I have no idea where we will end up. Hell, I don't even know what I said that made her mad enough to leave the table. All I can do is be myself and wait to see how it all turns out."

"Oh sweetie, I can tell you what made her mad. You made a point of appreciating something she can't do. Josie may be cute as they come, but the girl can not cook."

"What ever happened to make a beautiful woman so insecure?"

"Ah, that, my friend, you will have to figure out for yourself. Now it is getting late. I hope you will come again, I cook every Sunday, now that you know the way you are welcome any time."

Before Cal could respond Josie's voice cut in from the doorway.

"I hate to tear you away from such a good time, Cal, but I need to get back to town. Thanks for dinner Bella." With that, she stomped off to the car.

The ride home was silent, she pointedly ignored any attempt at conversation, making it clear she was furious with him but not revealing why. Cal gave up and let her pout until she pulled up to his door.

"I would like to ask you in, but you are upset about something and I think we better get it cleared up now."

Josie got out of the car, stalked to his side, opened the door and motioned for him to get out. Thinking she meant to go into the apartment with him. He was startled when she slammed the door, went around the car, got in and drove off. Exasperated, he went inside.

*****

Tired of pacing, Cal went to her doorstep and sat in the dark for over an hour until she drove up. Relieved she was okay, and ready for a fight he waited until she walked up to him without speaking.

"If you think you can use me to get to Bella and then expect to treat me the way you did last night you are mistaken." Josie burst into tears and rushed past him, fumbling with the key.

Cal took the key, opened the door and followed her inside, his head spinning.

"You are mad because you think I am interested in your aunt?"

"I certainly don't care who you go out with, but I want to be clear that if you assault me again I will go to the police. Now please leave."

Cal burst out laughing, even though he knew it would only make things worse, he couldn't contain it. The thought that he was interested in Bella was absurd and he wasn't leaving until she understood that.

"Come here." He sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him.

Before she could protest, he dried her tears with his handkerchief, pulled her onto his lap and kissed her thoroughly. Josie was swept away with the sensation of his tongue teasing her mouth, she had been thinking about his kisses all evening. Just as he relaxed and began to hope she was over her jealousy she stiffened in his arms, drew back and slapped him hard enough to draw blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You two-timing prick!" The rest of her tirade was interrupted by being tossed over his lap. "You bastard, don't you dare hit me. I'll scream until the police come."

Any further threats were cut off by the sharp crack of his palm against her pantied bottom. He peppered her with hard smacks until the skin around her panties showed dusky pink. Pausing long enough to slip them to her knees Cal pulled her close and started over. Threats to call the police turned into promises to be good. By the time he had covered her entire bottom and started working his way down the backs of her thighs the promises had turned to sobbing.

"I will discuss anything you want. I will tell you the truth about anything you ask me. I will not put up with your rudeness. I certainly will not put up with being slapped in the face for something I did not do. Are you ready to apologize, or should I continue?"

"I hate you, you're a bully and a sneak, ow, no, no more, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Cal started again, landing several spanks to each spot before moving on, slow and methodical and hard. He finished with the tender crease at the top of her thighs leaving her howling, but limp across his lap.

"Are you ready to apologize now?"

Josie sobbed pitifully for a moment, trying to get the words out, anything to make him stop. Satisfied that she meant it he pulled her up into his arms and held her until she could catch her breath. He was beginning to see what Bella had tried to tell him, but he was too far in to stop now. Carrying her to the bedroom he stopped to survey the piles of clothes heaped on the bed, the floor, jumbled together on the chair. Snorting at the sheer predictability he grabbed her purse, locked the door and carried her down the street to his apartment. It was the fastest way to get her settled and the closest clean horizontal surface he could think of.

Josie felt like a little girl being put to bed, but it was nice to be looked after. Since he had spanked twice it didn't seem odd when he undressed her and helped her into an old t-shirt before placing her gently on her tummy in the middle of his bed. The lotion he poured over her burning skin felt heavenly as he massaged the heat away. Tucking the sheet around her, he whispered for her to rest until he came back, and she floated off thinking about how his hands felt sliding over her skin.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I can help but feel this story is going to go on whether we get to read about it or not. My anonymous friend is very, very busy these days and sadly doesn't have as much time to write as I would wish for her to have. She is not at all shy - so don't worry about that. She was very active on the internet in the past and just got a little burnt out on the whole thing and now just dabbles for her own pleasure. My hope is that she will continue to share her dabbling with us! Thanks for all the stories you have shared with us so far!

Should anyone else be in the mood to dabble with their own story and willing to share please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

They always know

2009-11-25T00:05:00.000-05:00

My sister sends me tons of stuff on the internet. Some of it is good, some I ignore. But I got this from her the other day and I got a kick out of it. I'm sure some of you have seen it before but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian's roommate, Jennifer, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of Brian's claim of a purely platonic relationship between him and Jennifer. And this dinner had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more to Brian and Jennifer relationship than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Jennifer came to Brian saying, "I know you're going to think I'm nuts but ever since your mother came to dinner I haven't been able to find that beautiful silver gravy ladle. I know we had it that night. Do you think there is any way she would have taken it?"

Brian said, "Well, I don't really see mom as a cat burglar , but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure."

Trying to keep it light he wrote -

Dear Mom,

I'm not saying that you did take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you didn't take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Brian

Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:

Dear Son,

I'm not saying that you do sleep with Jennifer, I'm not saying that you don't sleep with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom

LESSON OF THE DAY - NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER

Diets and Deficiency

2009-11-24T00:05:00.000-05:00

I got some of my test results back from the doctor, believe I’m gonna live. My cholesterol is up a little but I don’t need medication or anything. Thyroid levels are good. The only thing she was concerned about was that I have a Vitamin D deficiency. A problem it seems I share with everyone else in this country.

She has put me on a prescription form of Vit. D. I looked on the internet to see what this might do and according to some of the things I read - tomorrow I will be pain free, lose 40 pounds, and I’ll be 5 inches taller. Okay it may not do all that but I’ll be happy to settle for feeling a little better. Then next summer every time I don’t feel great I’ll tell Nick I have to lay out by the pool and get my fix for free.

Oh yes and one more thing the doctor said,

She feels that a regular daily spankings will increase the body’s own production of D and other important vitamins and minerals. It also promotes weight loss and clears the skin. It stimulated the libido and increases over all wealth and good looks. At least I think this is what she said. I know it's what I heard. I think my doctor is brilliant!

On to the diet results, I lost 1.4 pounds last week, the exact amount I had gained the week before. I love losing but isn’t it frustrating when you feel you are gaining and losing the same few pounds week after week! This week will be a toughie! Eating out with my sister a couple of times, the massive amount of food at school Monday and all that’s before Thanksgiving. But I spent 2 hours at the gym Monday, I’m taking a core class tonight and another water aerobic on Wednesday. So may, just maybe, I can keep the damage to a minimum. Cross your fingers!

The weekend and a word to my readers

2009-11-23T00:05:00.001-05:00

I had a great weekend. I shopped with my sister, found a lot of nice things and still don’t feel like I broke the bank. I got to see LJ for about an hour and a half. He is a busy man these days but I love getting to see him for any amount of time.

I spent most of Sunday afternoon and evening cooking. It helped me remember something – I HATE COOKING! Those of you who love it have got to tell me why again because I’m not feeling it! I’m not good at it, my kitchen is so tiny I have no place to work, I’m alone, I can’t hear the TV, can’t play on the computer and when I’m done the kitchen’s a mess and I have to clean it. I think I’ll give up cooking for lent and I think I’ll do it now!

All this forced domesticity is because my grade level is responsible for bringing food for the whole staff for the Thanksgiving season. My contributions include pastries from Sam’s club, a death by chocolate cake, and bacon-cream cheese pinwheels. Now I’m just hoping I can get through the day without completely wrecking the diet! There’s going to be great stuff there! Thank goodness I’m not in the main building. It’s much easier to avoid this way.

I had a startling experience yesterday. After shopping all day with my sister I came back to her house checked my email. I talked to a few friends here then went to check my stats. Now I know some people never check stats but I have to be honest, whether I show it or not, I am often insecure. I used to judge whether or not people liked me by how many comments I got. Then this year as comments dropped off in general I had to make myself realize that often folks just don’t have the time or inclination to comment and it has nothing to do with liking anyone or not. Okay, I’m a slow learner but I’m getting there. Now I do look at my stats to at least know whether people are reading or not. My stats stay pretty consistent and go up a bit for Fantasy Friday.

But yesterday when I went to look I had more than 4 times the number of readers I usually have. I panicked! I was sure I had been found out and everyone in my town ‘knew’ and was reading my blog. Then I realized, there are not that many people in my town and certainly not that many people would care! I emailed a few people including my geeky goddess CeeCi to see if they could give me any explanation.

It seems that it was mostly the stat counters mistake. Someone was just reading many of my back posts and blogger was counting it as a new person each time they read a post. Now if by chance that person is reading today – please don’t worry. I have no idea who you are and all I have to say is that you have paid me a great compliment by taking the time to read my posts. I hope this means that you found something in then that you could relate to. If you should ever want to talk email me sometime – elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I know we had Love our Lurkers day some time back but I still want everyone who reads here to know I would love to hear from you – in comment or email. Maybe some of you were intimidated with all the invitation on LOL Day so I’ll say it again, you are very welcomed here. When you hit the anonymous button on the comments it is anonymous.

When I first found blogs and wanted to talk to people out here I just went to yahoo and created me a whole new account. New name, new address – I was scared to death to really ‘talk’ with the people who wrote out here. I didn’t want them to know who I was. I remember my heart pounding when I received the first email back from someone. But I soon realized how normal everyone was – well I guess normal is relative – but they were as normal as I was, LOL! So I am very happy with my connections here. So I hope you will take the plunge and leave a comment or email. But if you are still not ready to do that, just keep on reading and know you are always welcomed here.

Fantasy Friday - Fate

2009-11-20T00:05:00.004-05:00

Happy Friday! I'm off shopping with family this weekend but I wanted to leave you with a Fantasy Friday to get your weekend off to a fun start. This is by one of my favorite authors. I hope you like the story and I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Please enjoy ...

FATE

Cal Warner walked into the rental office of his new apartment complex tired and hot. After three days on the road he wanted to get the truck unloaded, find clean clothes and drink a cold beer. All of the arrangements had been made over the phone by the personnel office, he just had to load and unload the truck at both ends. It was a lot of work but he had found that he was more efficient with his own equipment, and he felt more at home with his own furniture. He wasn't exceptionally tall, just under six feet, but he was so large it made him seem taller. His massive shoulders required custom tailoring for everything beyond t-shirts, and furnished rooms just didn't cut it.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She didn't even look up, just waved to indicate she would be with him in a minute, and continued a chattering into the phone. A conversation that seemed to be about a rather disappointing date the previous night rather than work related.

"Miss, I am in a hurry, if you could just get my keys for me you can get on with your personal life."

"I will be with you as soon as I am finished."

Cal counted to ten, struggling to keep from ripping the phone out of her hand. She was a pretty girl, didn't look as snotty as she acted. Deep into her conversation she seemed oblivious to his anger. Cal leaned forward, looming over her desk, and pushed the button on her phone, ending the call.

"Now that you are finished with your call, perhaps you would be so kind as to get the keys to unit 608?"

Josie Hayes jumped to her feet, eyes flashing.

"How dare you hang up on an important call? I don't know who you think you are, mister, but you can apologize now."

Cal looked at her, damn she was a looker, especially with her face flushed and her chest heaving. Most women were too skinny for his tastes; he liked his women to look like women. Plenty of curves for a man to sink his hands into. Miss Hayes, according to the nameplate on the desk, was a perfect example. Tall, at least 5'9", full figured with dark hair pulled back from a lovely heart shaped face. No wedding band, that was a good sign, he could take care of her attitude later. Just the thought of those full, soft lips made him stop and start over, just in case they might get to be friends.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hayes, I am Cal Warner." Engulfing her hand in one of his, he held on firmly. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I am the new tenant in 608, and I need the key so I can unload that big truck that is blocking your drive." Still holding her hand, he smiled sincerely into those big brown eyes.

Taken aback by his sudden change Josie found herself drowning in the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He wasn't her type; she liked smooth, polished professional men, not big hulks in sweats. With his crew cut and deep tan he looked like a construction worker, not someone she would date. His hand was like a rock, it completely engulfed hers, and there was a disturbing current running between them. He may not be her usual type, but there was no denying the attraction.

"Ah, Mr. Warner. We were not expecting you until tomorrow."

"I drove most of the night so I could get settled in and get to know the area before I start this job. Are there any good restaurants close by? I'll be famished by the time I get unloaded. In fact, maybe you could join me for dinner? Consider it your good deed for the day, helping a stranger get a decent meal."

Josie was confused to find that she very much wanted to spend time with this man, who still held her hand captive. Her automatic no, came out yes.

"Grab that key and let me get started then. I'll come by here for you at 6, pick someplace casual in case I can't find time to unpack."

She picked up the key only to find he had snatched it from her and run out the door. He may be a construction worker but he sure did look good. What could it hurt to have dinner, after all, she and Jason were over and there was no one waiting to take over her dance card. He might not be the man of her dreams, but he could make a very nice man of the moment. She couldn't wait to call Donna back and tell her all about the guy in 608.

Cal unloaded the truck with the ease of long practice, set up his computer equipment, showered and changed with time to spare. At promptly 6:00 he walked into the rental office more than ready for a good meal. Josie had to look twice to recognize the construction worker from earlier. Dressed in a sport coat and tie he looked much more presentable. Revising her original plan for a quick bite at the diner she decided to take him to Bella's. The food was always good, Bella was sure to be there to help break the ice, and it was Saturday so Jason would likely be there as well. A nice dinner and a chance to rub her "date" in. She was just glad she had worn a dress to work, it made it look like they had planned a nice night out.

Bella's was crowded, as usual, but there was always a table for the owner's favorite niece.
Over a glass of wine they discussed the menu, she steered him toward the special, always a safe bet, and cautioned him to save room for the pastry tray. As they lingered over dessert Cal found her attention wandering.

"Is there someone in particular you are looking for?"

Josie blushed, caught in the act of searching the room for Jason.

"No, just looking around, a lot of my friends come here."

With her usual impeccable timing Bella breezed up to their table hugged Josie and demanded an introduction.

"This is a new tenant, Cal Warner. He just moved in today so I am showing him around this evening."

Bella turned an appraising eye on Cal as he shook her hand.

"Pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place and your food is fantastic. Best Italian I've had since my grandmother passed away."

"Oh honey, this is great restaurant food, but home cooking is what you miss. Get Josie to bring you around Sunday afternoon. I'll dish up some family food."

Bella left the table chuckling to herself. Little Josie finally found a man worth looking twice at and he seemed like a no nonsense kind of guy. Not the type to put up with Josie's foolishness, exactly what she needed before she made the mistake of marrying one of those wimpy, self-centered idiots she normally dated. In fact, this one reminded her of her late husband. Just the thought of Josie in the hands of someone like her Anthony had her laughing all the way to the kitchen.

Cal watched Bella stroll off, hips swaying, laughing and waving to customers. He hadn't seen Josie's mother yet, but if the aunt was any indication she would mature into a fine looking woman in her later years. He glanced up just in time to see a young man headed for their table and he looked like trouble. Walking with the deliberation of someone who's had one too many he marched up and demanded an explanation.

"Just what are you doing here? And who is this man? We decided last night to see other people and here you are, not twenty-four hours later with someone else? No wonder you were okay with my decision to date around, you had already started."

"Cal Warner, pleased to meet you. I didn't catch your name."

Standing up and taking the young man's hand Cal gently steered him away from the table and out the front door. Jason looked somewhat bewildered, not sure how he arrived in the parking lot.

"I am Jason, and I am Josie's boyfriend."

"Well, Jason, I thought you said you wanted to date other people. Guess that means you used to be Josie's boyfriend. Now, tonight she is here with me. If you two have unfinished business that is between you and Josie, but you'll need to discuss it another time."

His voice low, Cal tightened his grip until Jason mumbled his agreement, no point in making a scene his first night in town. He stood outside until Jason stumbled off then returned to the table to find Bella sitting with her niece.

"Did he try to cause trouble? He can be really nasty when he's drinking."

"No trouble at all. I just explained things to him and he went on home. Which is where I need to be going. It was a pleasure Bella."

"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Warner. Don't forget about Sunday dinner. Night, Josie."

The drive back to the apartment was silent. Josie figured he must be mad about the way Jason acted. Oh well, he wasn't her type after all.

"Just drop me at the office."

"I'll see you to your door, it's late and I don't want you walking through the dark lot."

"I just live in the building behind the office, silly. I'll be fine."

"Then I'll park at my building and walk you home."

Josie shrugged, no point in arguing. It was a beautiful night for a stroll and they took their time. At her door she turned her face up for a goodnight kiss only to have him take her hand and thank her for an "interesting" evening. Stomping her foot, she jerked her hand free.

"Of all of the rude, obnoxious things to do. I save you from a lonely dinner in a strange town and you act like you are too good to kiss me?"

Grabbing her arm he cut off her tirade by pulling her into her apartment and closing the door.

"First of all, do not ever yell at me in public. If you have something to say show me the courtesy of doing so in private. Second, I was showing respect. You don't know me well enough to kiss me, but I had hoped maybe you would be interested in getting to know me. Now I'm not sure I want to know you. You have been rude, selfish and thoughtless the entire time I have been with you. You didn't go to be with me, you drug me in there to show off like a trophy to get your boyfriend riled up. Last, you should count yourself very lucky that I don't have a personal interest in your life. Goodbye, Miss Hayes."

He walked out, just turned around and left. Josie was livid. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come back and apologize, pacing back and forth. Finally, determined to tell him exactly what she thought of him she marched herself to his door and laid on the doorbell. As the door was opening she started.

"How dare you walk away from me? I will not be treated that way and I'm not leaving until you apologize. In fact…"

In the middle of her speech she realized he was standing in the doorway, hair tousled with sleep, wearing a pair of faded jeans unbuttoned at the top, his wide chest bare.

"I am giving you one chance to go home and we'll pretend this never happened. Take it, or I will give you everything I think you've got coming to you."

The thought of those arms around her stopped any smart retort. Maybe she should give him a chance to "get to know her" after all. He looked like some kind of fantasy leaning on the door jam, half dressed.

"Just what did you have in mind?" She purred.

"You asked. Just remember that."

Taking her arm he drew her into the living room and seated her on the deep leather couch.

"I don't expect you to understand, somebody should have done this a long time ago."

Leaning forward for the kiss she deserved she was shocked to find herself thrown over his lap, her struggles useless as his arm circled her waist. Shrieking with indignation she flailed helplessly as he raised her skirt and brought his hard hand crashing down on her tender bottom so hard she could feel the imprint of heat it left behind. No one had ever treated her this way. Soon the fire in her bottom made it impossible to shout and she hung, sobbing as he spanked long and hard. Finally, he stopped.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"NOOOOOO." She wailed, as the spanking continued. Every few minutes he stopped, and asked again, until he got the answer he wanted.

"I'm sorry, I was rude, please stop. I'll be good, I promise."

"Now that we both understand why we are here I'll get on with your punishment."

Sobbing loudly at the thought of more Josie endured a good five minutes of steady spanking that left her entire bottom red as beefsteak. His hands were huge and hard as oak, she never imagined something could hurt so badly. Finally it was over. Cal gathered her up into his arms and held her while she cried. Stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. Cradling her gently against his chest, the same hand that tormented her now cupping her hot bottom gently. When she finally stopped sobbing and he had dried her tears he tipped her chin up forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I do not tolerate rudeness. I do not expect to be treated with disrespect. When you misbehave, you will be punished. Now, we know each other well enough to kiss."

Josie surprised herself by melting into his arms. She didn't like the spanking one bit, but after, she felt safer and more content than ever before.

~~oo0oo~~

I loved this one! And it's by one of my favorite authors - my anonymous friend who has written so many great stories for us. Here are just a few of her others if you would like to check them out, one, two, three and four. My thanks to her and if you liked this weeks story you will be happy to know that there is a chapter 2 to this story and you can read it here next week.

I really, really appreciate those of you who have shared new stories with us lately. I hope more of you are considering it. Keep thinking and if you are willing to share one, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Picture found at About Spankings

Finally!

2009-11-19T00:05:00.004-05:00

Well finally! I am sitting on a sore butt to type a post! It’s been a while and it feels great. We just haven’t had the privacy lately for much playing. Mollie has been working but at odd times and it just never seemed to work out. But we knew she would be working Wednesday afternoon so it was in the back of my mind.

About the time Nick arrived at work Wednesday morning he got the following text from me:

“I just ate 5 brownies and had several Sun Drops. Or maybe I’m just lying to my husband. Bad either way. Perhaps we could discuss it this afternoon.”

Quickly he text back:

“So bad.”

At least we were thinking about each other during the day. I left work the second I could and headed on to the gym. I can’t miss many days or I won’t make the challenge. So I worked out about an hour and still beat Nick home.

He hadn’t been home long when he asked me if I had been doing a little bratting that morning. Which I of course denied. But he wasn’t paying much attention to my denying. Back in the bedroom Nick had already opened the toy box. I got a great warm up – something Nick sometimes skimps on. When it’s been a while like this I love a good strong warm up with my pants on. But eventually I was warm enough for a little less clothing. Nick was pretty good about talking. He said he knew what I had done good last week but he wanted to know what guilty secrets I hadn’t shared. I did have to admit to a few candy bars – we’re talking about the mini one now and maybe a soft drink or two. But mostly we were just enjoying ourselves while discussing some diet ideas.

Like I said it had been a while and Nick fully admitted that. In fact to make up for the neglect he said he was going to keep spanking until I asked him – no make that begged him – to stop! Flogger, the leather hand shaped ‘fly’ swatter, bath brush, tawse, OCW, belt and maybe a few other things I’ve forgotten. Until finally through the laughter I did beg him to stop, which he did – eventually!

It was a wonderful evening and we did take full advantage of our time alone, I would say we were both very pleased with the results. So for the first time in a long time I am sore. I guess I can still call this a spanko/sex blog after all.

Come back tomorrow - brand new Fantasy Friday story!!

Bone density, mammograms and colonoscopys, oh my!

2009-11-17T00:05:00.001-05:00

I am spend yesterday morning at the OB-Gyn, paps smear, stirrups, breast exams, blood draws, nosy questions – oh well, beats working. They have scheduled me for a bone density test, a mammogram and a colonoscopy, see what all I have to look forward to? It’s hell getting old and I’m not even there yet.

I did mention to her that I have been having some problems with depression on and off. I barely got the words out of my mouth before she offered to write me a prescription for something. Now I don’t want to get in the middle of a ‘should you or shouldn’t you take antidepressants’. I have a friend I love who swears she will take them for the rest of her life and that I wouldn’t want to be around her if she didn’t. Another well loved friend just agreed to try some medication after doing her best for years to avoid it. She has been extremely happy with her results so I’m not against taking something but the doctor just jumped to that so fast. I mean she only sees me once a year, she doesn’t really know me. I was hoping she might have other suggestions first.

After I explained I wasn’t really ready to try that yet she suggested St. John’s Wort – anyone out there know anything about this? I may call my counselor again. I saw her for about a year 25 years ago then when I really needed some help last year I called her up again and low and behold she was still practicing. But after a two hour visit and the suggestion I come back in a month, I never did. Instead I have imaginary conversations with her like I do with Nick sometimes. I rather imagine she would be pissed about this. She would probably like to speak for herself – but this usually works for me.

It’s strange – one minute I honestly feel I am the most normal person in the world with no reason what-so-ever to need to ‘talk’ with someone. The next minute I find myself in tears over nothing feeling that I’ll never feel happy again. This has happened all my life but to a lesser degree – maybe once or twice a year, where now it’s happening once or twice a month. I really don’t think its menopause. I’m three years into/beyond and it’s just never bothered me.

And now on to the always fun – diet update! Alright explain this to me. I have been working extra hard at the gym this week. I need to get in my hours for the challenge and I have taken several classes – core, Zumba, which is a Latin dance class and a water aerobics class too. I have eaten salad for lunch and cereal for supper. So tell me how I gained 1.4 pounds last week. Never mind, don’t tell me. It doesn’t matter. It happens. Strangely I’m not discouraged. I’ll try again next week.

Christmas shopping

2009-11-15T03:00:00.000-05:00

I’ve started my Christmas shopping and it seems to be going well except that I can’t get anyone on my list between the ages of 15 and 35 that will give me a clue of what they want. I emailed them all threatening that if I wasn’t given some ideas I was getting them all chia pets and snuggies. I got nothing. So I upped the ante and threatened to get them all a DVD of ‘High School Musical’. At least that got a reaction. Collin emailed back –

NO! STOP! You're thinking irrationally! We just need a little more time. Don't do anything we'll all regret. Let's just think about this!... ok?

Alright, I struck fear – but still got no ideas. I’m off again Monday for my yearly physical and I’ll have some time to shop after that.

Florida Dom and Ronnie both asked me if I would be shopping on black Friday. After I stopped laughing I told them both ‘NO WAY’! I wouldn’t shop on that Friday it you beat me! Wait, sorry, that doesn’t work for a spanko. Okay I wouldn’t go if you held a gun to my head!

I don’t like crowds, I don’t like fighting for merchandise, I like to be able to look over things at my leisure, check other stores and come back expecting the first item to still be there when I go back. I shop on line some but I do like to touch things and walk through stores on my terms. About the only people I like to shop with are my sister and Mollie. I don’t mind telling either of them that I want to go back to a store we’ve already visited and I know neither of them has to touch everything in the store before we leave. Best of all either of them is always willing to stop for a snack!

But I did get to wondering how people felt about shopping on black Friday. I know some love it! It’s like a tradition with family and friends. That’s great – as long as they don’t try to drag me along. Take the survey; I’m interested in what different people think.

Fantasy Friday - In the Hot Seat

2009-11-13T00:05:00.003-05:00

Friday rolls around again. I do appreciate everyone that comes by for Fantasy Friday. I just like starting my weekend with a good story. We have a brand new story this week and it's a great one! When I first got to read it I was shocked that no one had ever thought to put this in a story before - this is spanko perfect! Sit back, get ready for the weekend and enjoy...

In the Hot Seat

With Jay so angry by my side, I start to realize that maybe I had been ruder than I realized. I had only sent the text because I wanted to make sure Maddie got it before it was too late.

With Jay gripping my arm tightly he marches me down the stairs of his parent’s old farm house. The house has been in his family since before his mother was born. It is one of those houses with the wrap around porches that you only see in pictures.

As we approach the car, the light from the porch only barely reaches us. Two weeks ago it would have still been light at this time, but thanks to the time change its getting dark much earlier and we are plunged into darkness as we walk.

With his hand still on my arm, Jay leads me to the passenger side. He leans close. From where his parents are watching I am sure it looks like a warm embrace.

“Drop your pants before you sit down.” He whispers into my ear. We are far enough away that there is no need to whisper but his whispering makes my stomach flutter. I know he’s mad.
As he lets me go I wonder how I am supposed to drop my pants without his parents noticing. I know even without looking that they are standing at the door waiting for us to pull away.
Jay walks around the rear of the car as I open my door. I sit down, quickly shutting the door behind me. Luckily, the car’s interior lights are turned off and I use the darkness to my advantage.

Before Jay can climb in I unbutton my jeans and quickly wiggle them down so that my butt touches the leather seat. It’s cold against my skin and I can only hope his parents did not see what I just did.

Jay opens his door and slides in. Even with my upper thighs just barely exposed, the night air feels cool.

Jay starts the car, plays with the heat, turns off the radio and pulls out of the long driveway with a honk to his parents. We settle in for the hour long drive home.

“Those jeans aren’t low enough, pull them down to your knees” He doesn’t even glance over as he says it. I can tell I am really in for it.

“Jay, I'm sorry…” I start, pushing my jeans further toward my knees.

“I don’t want to hear it! I can’t believe how rude you were to my mother! She was sharing with you how hard it is to work at the hospital some days and you just start texting in the middle of it. Do you know how hurt she looked when she realized what you were doing under the table? Do you realize that as you were texting she had told you she had lost one of her pediatric patients this week and you said ‘oh that’s nice’, I can’t believe you! She looked like she was ready to cry!”
This shuts me up. I didn’t realize that’s what she had been saying. All I had been thinking about was sending that stupid text before Maddie left the party!

I stay quiet as we start down the country lanes Jay loves to drive. I know I will have to make it up to his mother somehow but first I am more concerned about the immediate future of my bottom.
About 10 minutes into the drive I realize my butt is getting hot. I look at the dash and sure enough my seat warmer is on. I go to turn it off but Jay’s hand stops me.

“Don’t even think about,” he warns.

“But my butt is hot and starting to burn!” I whine, even if I'm not in the position to whine.

“It’s not nearly as hot as its going to be by the time we get home,” he growls.

His words shut me up. Through my jeans I can only take the seat warmer for about 20 minutes before it becomes too hot. I was scared to think how hard it was going to be to take it on my bare bottom for the next hour.

After another 10 minutes or so of driving Jay pulls off into the driveway of an abandoned house.

“What are you doing?” I panic.

“Get out,” are his only words as he climbs out of the car himself.

Before I can get the courage to climb out, Jay is at my door with it wide open, the cool night air pouring in.

“Out, and you might as well leave you pants down.”

Jay helps me out of the car, slams my door and leans me over the hood. Immediately, he lays into my already warm ass with his hand. (How is it when he spanks his hand turns to wood?)
We have traveled this road many times and I know there is not much traffic to worry about. But I also know we aren’t very far off the road and if a car was to drive by they would be sure to see everything that was happening.

I try to hold still but Jay is spanking so hard it isn’t long before I am squirming and trying to get away. It hurts! Somehow the seat warmer seems to have left my butt in the same condition as a warm shower… tender!

Jay only spanks for two or three minutes but every swat is geared toward my sit spot and delivered hard. I feel like I'm on fire.

As quickly as it begins, the spanking is over. He helps me stand up, opens the door and assists me in sitting back down on a hot seat! He had left the car on with the seat warmer going while he was spanking and now it feels like I’m sitting on a warm stove.

When he gets in the car I begin to plead, “Jay, please. It’s too hot. I’m sorry. I promise to apologize. I will take another spanking when I get home. Just please can I turn off the warmer?”

His voice is softer now when he replies. It’s as though the spanking has relieved some of his anger but not his hurt. “No you cannot turn off the warmer, yes there will be more spanking, and yes you will apologize. We are far from home and I am just getting started with you darlin’” His words once again cause my stomach to flutter and I squirm to find a comfortable position in the hot seat.

We continue on our journey home but I am unable to find a comfortable position to sit in. Every time I move, my sore bottom rubs on the heated seat and when I don’t move, I feel like I am being roasted.

Jay had defiantly placed those swats so that I would feel them while sitting. He also knew exactly what he was doing by making ride with the seat warmer on.

“You need to stop squirming,” Jay said, cutting the silence.

“I'm sorry, it hurts. This is not fun you know!” There was a bit too much tartness to my voice that I immediately regretted.

“And you think it was fun watching you disrespect my mom and not being able to do anything about? I had half a mind to turn you over that table and beat your bottom there! You were rude and disrespectful there, now you’re continuing to be rude and disrespectful to me.” There was finality to his tone that told me it was time to be quiet again.

I watched out the window as cornfield after cornfield passed by. The only light for miles was that of the moon and the car’s headlights. Since our last stop we had only seen one other vehicle and it had been going the opposite direction.

Normally I loved the hour long ride between our house and Jay’s parents. Tonight it didn’t seem to go quick enough. We were only a little over half way home. We still had at least another 20 minutes to go. Was Jay really going to make me sit on a hot seat the whole way home?

“Take off your sandal” Jays voice cut into my thoughts making me jump.

“What? Why do you need my sandal?!?” I still couldn’t seem to remove the tartness from my tone. I was sorry for what I did, but my seat was HOT and I wanted to be home already!

“It doesn’t matter why, what matters is I asked you for something I think it’s time you start listening! Now, hand it over.”

All I wanted at this point was to be home and for this to be over. I was sorry and if giving Jay my stupid sandal was going to make him happy then fine!

I bend down to take off my leather strappy sandal. It’s completely inappropriate for the weather but too cute to put away before the first snowfall.

As I sit back up, handing Jay the shoe, I realize he has brought the car to a crawl. Before I can say anything he stops the car completely, right in the middle of the country lane.

“Out. And do it quickly this time.”

Jay gets out taking the sandal with him. It finally dawns on me what is about to happen but we are parked in the middle of the road… anyone could drive by!

I quickly hop out of the car, (as quickly as you can with jeans around your knees) and without a word Jay has me bent over the hood once more.

“I really am sorry you know…” I say hoping for some leniency.

“Sorry or not, I’m not finished with you,” and with that Jay lands the first hard swat on my right cheek. I jump but try to stay in position. Deep down I know I deserve everything I am getting.
Swat after swat with leather sandal lands, deepening the burn of my sit spot but also igniting my upper thighs. I am wiggling and kicking but I can’t find any relief.

For such a cute sandal it sure is doing some damage to my bottom.

“Four more and then it’s over.” Jay promises after a minute or two of nonstop spanking. “And you need to count them.” He adds.

With the verdict made, he pulls back and delivers the first blow to my left sit spot. “Owww, one sir!” I let out.

I thought Jay was spanking hard before but these smacks were being applied with full force. As soon as the word sir is out he hits my right spank spot with the same intensity, “Two sir, ohhhhh.”

He immediately lands another, this time on my right upper thigh, “oh my gosh, owwie…. three, three sir!” I manage to squeak out.

“Stay still, last one.” Jay says. I hold as still as possible with my butt on fire and it feels like an eternity. After what is really five or so seconds he delivers the last blow to my left upper thigh. I instantly stand up grabbing my butt, “OWWW I’m sorry, I’m soooo sorry…. Four sir!”

Jay grabs me in a hug and kisses my forehead, “I know you are but we need to go before someone comes.” He helps me into the car and once again onto the burning seat. He slips the sandal, which had just brutalized my ass, back on my foot and jogs around to his side. He slides in and we start back down the road as though nothing has just happened. The entire stop had taken less than three minutes but my bottom feels like it has just taken an hour long beating.

“Since my punishment is over, can I turn off the heater?” I ask at no more than a whisper. I am feeling thoroughly punished.

“Who said your punishment is over?” Jay asks glancing at me, this time with more love than anger or hurt.

“Back there, you did!”

“Oh, honey, I meant that spanking would be over. I’m still not through with that lovely bottom of yours!” His words make me want to cry more than the pain I am in. He still isn’t finished with me, even if it seems he is no longer upset.

We drive in silence for the next 15 minutes or so. We are finally almost home and I can’t stop moving in my seat. The heater is really burning my sore butt. It’s making the spankings ten times worst, which has to be Jay’s intent.

I pick up my purse and start riffling through for my cell phone.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing? HAND IT OVER!” Jay’s anger is back in an instant.

“Jay wait, I need to make one call then you can have it, please just trust me.” Hearing the sincerity in my voice he allows me to continue but gives me a warning look.

Quickly I dial his parent’s house and ask to speak to his mom. I give her my deepest apology for being so rude and ask her out for Sunday brunch. She accepts and I promise her some good old girl time. With the time and place set, I hang up and give Jay my phone.

“That was very nice of you, sweetie. I’m sure she appreciates that more than you know.” Jay smiles. He places my phone in his pocket and takes my hand for the rest of the ride home.
When we pull into the garage Jay cuts the engine and shuts the door.

“Lets’ go.” Jay prompts and I open my door. Once again having my jeans around my knees slows me down and Jay is by my side before I can climb out.

“I want to finish this before we go in, I want to leave it all out here.” He says solemnly. With that, he genteelly pushes me over the hood one last time. In the light of the garage he can see what his punishment has done to my bottom, for the first time.

“Darlin’ you are red! And I’m sure you’re sore, but there won’t be any permanent damage I am happy to report.” Jay had never spanked me in the dark before and I’m sure he was worried about the intensity as he usually uses color to judge his spankings.

“Six more and your spanking is over. I will be keeping your phone until further notice but all will be forgiven after these six.”

“Yes, sir” is all I can manage as I hear the jingle of his belt buckle followed by wooshing sound of his belt coming through the loops.

I feel him place the leather belt against my punished bottom then pull back. The first line is made across my bottom and I scream out. Before I can catch my breath all six lashes have fallen on my sit spot and I am being lifted up into Jay’s warm embrace. He stops my screaming with his lips as he pulls me into a deep kiss.

“I love you. Please don’t make me punish you like this again…” Before I can reply he kisses me again, helps me pull up my jeans over my roasted bottom and leads me into the house.
As we close the door to the garage I wonder what will happen if Jay reads the text I had been so adamant to send.

"I wish I could be there but since I’m still stuck at dinner, be sure to order me one of the school paddles with the holes drilled in it."

~~~oo0oo~~~

I just loved that. A heated seat, what more could a spanko ask for? After burn is my favorite part - now this I don't know but it sure is exciting to think about. The author this week is Lillian. She wrote one other Fantasy Friday for us that you can find here. I have enjoyed emailing with her as she get to know her way around out here.

If anyone else would like to write for us we would all love it. You can send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

You can’t mean you are not going to be naked at your own wedding!!

2009-11-11T00:05:00.000-05:00

Do you ever worry about someone finding out about your spanko side? I know most of us worry at least a little. And I know for some the idea is extremely frightening. I know it was for me at first. I have changed a lot over the years I’ve been here. In real life I have told one close friend and my sister. Both of them had the same reaction – surprise, amusement, total acceptance and underlying it all a complete lack of understanding of what spanking really means in my life. And that’s fine. I don’t care if they understand all the underlying thought on submission and dominance. They just know I enjoy being spanked and that the ability to open up to Nick and have him accepting my kink has made us a much happier couple.

I’m never planning to share with my kids – at least while they are kids. Of course LJ is 21. I have no reason or plans to tell him but if he found out I believe that for the 30 seconds or less he actually thought about it (that’s about as long as he thinks about anything unless I write it up as a play) he would be amused. Now Mollie on the other hand would probably be mortified, about the spanking and equally about the fact we still have sex at all. No one on my side of the family would care and where Nick’s family would probably be embarrassed if they found out I know them well enough to be sure that they would never say a word to us.

If I was found out at work I would certainly have to take the blog private and that would be sad (if that ever happens and you want in just email me – it would only be work folks I would be shutting out). I don’t think I would lose my job after all these years. And the reason I think I would keep my job is because THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS THING WE DO!!!

I look back in my blog and I can’t find one thing shocking in it. I have always been proud of a post I did that first year saying that we should not have to hide our kink, you can read it here if you are interested. All I’ve ever said is that I believe in consensual adult spanking. That I think it is sexy and that it makes me feel safe and protected. I have been married to the same man for 26 years and we have an active sex life that includes spanking. Sorry I can’t see anything wrong with any of this.

So while I know we don’t want to be found out I sure hope no one is ashamed of TTWD. Letting the spanko side of me out is the best thing I have ever done. It turned a hum-drum marriage into a strong, loving bond. It changed me from dreading sex to really looking forward to the time we can get the house alone. I am a much, much happier person. Being happier make me a better teacher, a better wife and a better mother. It was the catalysis in me losing 40 pounds and it’s all tied up in my desire and goal to lose more. I wish our lifestyle could be discussed in the opened. Not to try to talk others into it but to encourage those who know that they have these tendencies to accept themselves and embrace what so many of us know works!

So what would I say if my ‘secret’ was to be discovered and I was confronted with it? Well, I remember an old episode from Star Trek, the Next Generation. In this show a woman from another planet was getting ready to marry a man from Earth, a rather conservative man. Her grow daughter had her doubts because of their differences. The final straw came when the mother showed her daughter her wedding dress. In total shock the daughter looked at her mother in and asked in an incredulous voice “Mother! You can’t mean you are not going to be naked at your own wedding!!” The actress was so good at delivering that line I found myself shocked that the bride to be would be wearing clothes.

So if anyone should ever say to me ‘You don’t mean your husband spanks you!” I’ll look at them with shock and concern and say “Of course he does! Doesn’t yours?”

Sorry, nothing too exciting

2009-11-10T00:05:00.002-05:00

I am feeling particularly relaxed not having to go to work for two days feels delicious. I am headed out later today to do some Christmas shopping. I have no idea what I’m going to buy but looking around will be fun. Later this month I’ll be shopping with my sister but sometimes I like going alone.

Bathroom update. Unfortunately Nick got the shower working. That takes the real urgency out of the picture but it still need to be done and I don’t want to put it off. Problem is we don’t know where to start. We aren’t even sure of the colors we want to go with. Do we pick out the counter top first and work around it, or perhaps the floor. How do we decide what kind of shower we want? Tile looks great but let’s be honest. I’ll never be the best of housekeepers. Maybe just a ceramic surround would be best for us. I don’t know what I want or where to start.

The diet is okay for the moment – I lost a pound this week and it’s been a while since that has happened. I have to take 8 classes at the gym in the three month time period to qualify for the challenge and I have to get in so many hours, 37 I think, and then they took weights and measurements at the beginning so all this will be looked at in December, about the 18th I think. No one like Jonas there but I have Nick at home if I start to blow it off.

Good news, bad news, better news

2009-11-08T00:05:00.000-05:00

First the good news – I got a brand new lap top! I got my previous laptop just a few weeks after I found blogs and became hopelessly addicted to the whole spanko playground. That was about 3 ½ years ago. It was a really good computer and we went through some fine times together but it was past time for an upgrade. I wanted to avoid Vista if possible so I waited for windows 7. So far, so good, of course I have only been working with it for about 3 hours so I will be able to tell you more later. It’s a pretty thing, a Gateway, and the plug doesn’t have to be held in by one hand while you type with the other. So far I see that as a big improvement!

The bad new – stress at work hasn’t improved much. I had a colleague who has a BP machine check me Thursday after a meeting and it was 155/89 she was a bit worried and insisted I have the nurse check it again a little later. When I did it was 160/100. Sigh… I call my doctor and went in that afternoon; they got that same high reading. Now I’m on blood pressure medicine and I’m blaming it on the job. My mom did develop high BP but not until she was in her late 70’s. This is too soon and I don’t like it! Maybe when I lose more weight I can come off it. I’ll keep you posted.

Better news – Nick had been gone over night Friday and he hadn’t been home a half hour before he had out the dogging bat, had me over a chair and was asking questions about what time I had gotten in bed the night before (late), had I taken my vitamins (no) and had I made it to the gym Saturday (again, no). But in my defense, who knew he was going to ask! LOL! We didn’t have much time before Mollie was due home but I’ll have to say we did make the most of it!

I appreciate those of you who came by to read Fantasy Friday this week. It was fun writing it and I think Nick enjoyed it too! We will have another brand new Fantasy Friday again next week. When someone sends a new story I have to tell you it really brightens my day!

And one last thing, Cassie was whispering a story in my ear Saturday and I’ll have to say she had me chuckling. I think we’ll be hearing from her soon. So for today at least, I think the good news outweighs the bad!

Fantasy Friday - The Challenge, part two

2009-11-07T00:05:00.000-05:00

Here is the conclusion of The Challenge. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven't read the first part go here or just scroll down.

The Challenge, part two

Annie resigned herself to her fate. She just hoped he would hurry. She wasn’t too worried about the pain but the embarrassment of submitting like this was paramount in her mind. Until Jonas’ first swat – suddenly pain was right in the front of her mind again.

“Owwww!!! THAT HURT’S!! Not so hard!” The sting was way more than she was expecting.

“What makes you think you have any control of this?” Jonas asked sternly. Spanking hurt and you will be doing all you can to avoid another one.”

The paddle descended again eliciting another howl. “There will me no more skipping sessions.”

At the third swat Annie began kicking. This was way more than she was expecting. Jonas ignored her except to put his leg over hers. “You are responsible for what you eat. Snacks at school and no excuse – you are a grown woman and you decide what you eat.”

Each spank was delivered with great force and right at the top of her thighs. Ten had seemed like a low number when Jonas had started but she hadn’t counted on them being this hard. Seven more seemed like a huge number! With each spank Jonas had a piece of advice.

- get more sleep

- don’t be so easily discouraged

- ask for help if you need it

- don’t be late

- remember that you deserve to be healthy

- ALWAYS read a contract before you sign it

Jonas paused before the last one. “One more to go Annie and you need to remember this – I’m going to be here caring about how you are doing until you start careing yourself.” With that thought he delivered the hardest swat yet and Annie found herself limp and sobbing over Jonas’ lap thinking that if it has been any longer she couldn’t have stood it. That man spanked HARD! She was trying to control her tears as Jonas helped her to her feet. He hugged her as she got control of herself.

“Do you understand now that this is not a game? It’s a chance for you to get some control back. You deserve to live a long, healthy life and that starts today. Now are you ready to get started?”

Annie rubbed at her backside – “I think I’m too sore to work out tonight.” She told him with a shy smile.

“I’ll be more than happy to provide more motivation if you think it’s necessary.” Jonas offered.

NO! No, really you’ve done plenty! I’m ready to work out, but maybe not the stationary bikes , okay?”

~~0~~

Ten weeks later…

Annie woke up slowly in Jonas’ arms. This morning had been the final weigh-in, total loss in three months 27.4 pounds. She wasn’t sure whether she or Jonas was prouder. He had been true to his word and had been at her side the whole way. She couldn’t help thinking back to that first time he had spanked her. She had been in shock – and pain. That day she was sure she would never give him an excuse to spank her again but there had been a few times.

The next time she had blown up during a difficult training session and stormed out. Jonas has come looking for her and found her in the ice cream shop close by. She hadn’t been able to get the first lick of her double dip cone. Jonas had taken it right out of her hand and tossed it into the trash. Annie had been livid! She had told him exactly what she thought of him – to the entertainment of everyone in the shop. When she finally ran down Jonas took her hand and led her back to the gym.

She hadn’t been able to keep her pants on that time. Shorts and panties had come down – the evil paddle out and as she had had her say in the ice cream parlor Jonas had his say with the paddle. And it still hadn’t got her out of completing her work out that night, red rimmed eyes, sore bottom and all.

But over the months she and Jonas had grown closer and closer. He invited her running (well walking at first) and soon they had begun eating dinner together most every night. Annie was so happy. She knew how much Jonas cared for her.

But even with their closeness it hadn’t kept her from getting several penalties for being late – one of her biggest problems. Annie shuddered as she remembered the strap. The first time – five on her bare butt had kept her on time for two weeks but eventually old habits won out. That last strapping – all to her thighs – had done wonders for her tardiness problem!

But this morning’s weigh in was the best. She made her goal, got her $500 back and received a delicious kiss from Jonas in front of everyone. They soon found themselves back in Jonas’ office.

“You did it honey! I’m really proud of you.” Jonas kissed her again and Annie felt herself growing damp at his touch.

“I can’t believe it!! I know I’m not through but now I can work out without worrying about your nasty paddle. I’m glad that contract is OVER!” Annie sighed.

Jonas laughed. “Yes the contract’s over – I won’t be spanking you for breaking it. But now you’re really mine – and if you back slide or don’t do everything you can to take care of yourself you’ll see those past spankings as nothing more than love pats.”

“What do you mean, you can’t spank…” Jonas’ kiss stopped her in mid-sentence. ‘Oh what the hell’ Annie thought to herself as she melted into the kiss, ‘we’ll talk about it some other time’.

~~~o0o~~~

I firmly believe more of us would be in better shape if we could find some gym programs like this! But so far I haven't come across any. Like I said this story has been playing around in my mind for a while. I have joined a challenge at my gym - so far this hasn't been mentioned but I'll be sure to let you know.

I sure would like to hear from some of you - come on everyone, just one story!! Send any you are willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com