Friday, August 11, 2017

A Meme - thanks to Ella!

Ellaeverafter has started an August meme.  Here you go!

1.Name a tender song that can almost make you cry. 
I cry every time I play Mariah Carey - Always Be My Baby. Each new stage of life my son entered, from crawling to college, I would play this song and think of him.  Still gets me today.

2.  What is your favorite shade of lipstick?  What about nail polish?  If you do not wear lipstick or polish, what do you like or dislike about the shades you see others wear?
I like red nail polish, always on toes but sometimes on fingers too.  Lipstick bugs me so I usually go with a Beeswax colored chapstick instead.

3.  Name a children's nursery rhyme or song that you loved and to which you remember all the words. I'm not sure if this would count as a nursery rhyme but I always sang Cats in the Cradle to my kids.

4.  What outfit would you put on in the morning if you wanted to feel happy and well dressed?  Something in which you think you look pretty damn good! Believe it or not, white shorts and a bright teal t-shirt. The blue matches my eyes and the shorts show off long tan legs.  For work, though, a red dress with black blazer.

5.  If you had enough money to buy just one, would it be a cottage by the ocean or a cabin in the mountains? OCEAN, OCEAN, OCEAN!

6.  If you are old enough, which one of the Beatles did you have a "thing" for?  If you are not that old, tell us a musician that really did it for you. Who are the Beatles?

7.  Name a smell that you love - could be kitchen, outdoors, person, your choice. I love baking bread (not doing it, the smell of it) and cookies.  When Eric is traveling for work, I wear his t-shirt to bed so I can smell his cologne.

8.  How often do you defuzz your legs.  Wax, razor, or electric? Daily. Razor in shower.

9.  How/why did you choose your blog name? Eric and I were really looking for a partnership when we got married. He was attracted to the strong independent me and I was tired of doing everything on my own, but am ultimately very independent.  So, Eric gets 51% and I get 49%.  We love ttwd and have thoroughly enjoyed the weight he has been able to take off my shoulders without changing who I am.

10.  What do you like to eat for breakfast?  To drink?  Coffee or tea? When I'm bad, chocolate chip pancakes. When I'm good, egg white and spinach scramble.  Caffeine makes me crazy so I stick with tea but am more a water with lemon kind of girl.

11.  How many siblings do you have?  Or are you an only child?  Are you the oldest, a middle, or the youngest child?
One sibling, two years younger, who will be my closest friend for life.

12.  What is your favorite salad dressing?  No dressing required.  I tend to juice my veggies rather than chew them.

13.  If you could sit next to anyone (alive) on a long plane trip, who would you pick?
My answer would have been Maya Angelou but unfortunately she is no longer living.  I love the way she wove words together.  I suppose I'd go with Oprah instead.  She knew Maya quite well.  I'd enjoy hearing their stories.

14.  Have you ever gone shopping just to cheer yourself up?
Yes, but I find I always regret it later - hence my last post.

15.  If there is one thing that can make you lose your temper, what would it be?
I flare up when someone has hurt my child or someone I love. I also lose it if my feet get too hot.  Odd, I know.

16.  Tell us about the best photograph you have ever had taken. The last birthday I spent alone at the beach before I met Eric, I took a series of rocks and shells that had been shaped by the water. They all looked like hearts.

17.  Have you ever gone skinny-dipping and where?
As much as I love the ocean, you'd think I would have done this, but not yet.  It's on the to-do list for sure.

18.  What do you like on your pizza?  What don't you like on your pizza?
Pizza is an all time favorite.  I eat anything but onions and anchovies on my pie.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

The Belt Makes a Point - Straighten Up Amy Lynn!

Roses are red
And so is poor Amy
The house is a mess
And Eric did blame me

He has been working
I'm off for the week
He used his belt
On cheek after cheek

My cleaning plans
For closets and drawers
Had everything emptied
All over the floors

But then there were phone calls
Invites to lunch
Followed by shopping
And I bought a bunch

Boxes and bags
There was a ton more
He told me to take it
All back to the store

He said we were saving
And that was my plan
"You'll stick to your goals,"
He said, as my man

I have a sore bottom
Must get the house done
Before I can have
Anymore shopping fun

I wanted to yell
And put up a fight
But deep down I know
He was totally right

Pouting Amy

Saturday, August 5, 2017

In with the old - what's your most viewed post?

Hello Bloggers!

I was looking at our stats, amazed at all of the different countries out there reading this 'lil blog, when I noticed the "all time" button on the screen.  Thought it would be fun if we all re-posted our most popular blog entry.  Mine is from September 2015 and is titled "Spankings Wait for No One". Let me know if you're playing along so I can check and see what your most viewed post is... oddly, this one has been read over four times more than any of the others but there has never been a comment made. Hmmm.

Amy

Here you go:

Spankings wait for no one

No texting and driving is a strict rule in our house, however Eric proved yesterday that he is fully capable of spanking and driving!

I was the lucky recipient of a surprise lunch date when my hubby showed up at the office just as I was about to head home for a sandwich.  He swept me away and we went to a tiny burger joint (one of our first dates) where the milkshakes are homemade, the meat is never frozen and the fries are thick, hearty potato wedges. I melted (it was extremely hot in there!) while staring into his dreamy eyes and listening to his tales about being on the road and in the air for work.  Just as we were about to finish, he asked how school was going. I skirted the question, flirted around the issues and avoided letting on how far behind I had gotten.

Eric threatened.

"Do you remember when we first started looking into this and read a lot of Clint and Chelsea?"

I nodded.

"Clint was very clear about not waiting to punish.  Now tell me what is really going on or I'll take you by the arm, march you into the restroom out back and give you one hell of a spanking."

I giggled.  Really?  I'm not six!

Eric stood up, grabbed my arm and as promised, led me to the bathroom behind the diner.  It's one of those filthy his/her hole-in-the-wall places with no airflow that probably gets cleaned once or twice a month and is used primarily by construction crews who are rebuilding the entire block.

He locked the door and told me to raise my dress, commenting on the fact that I had chosen not to wear panties that morning.  He pushed me toward the wall but I didn't want to touch it so my hands awkwardly reached out and then back, throwing my balance and causing my dress to fall around my knees.

"Wall too dirty for you?" he asked, pulling my dress back up and pressing my hips into the plaster behind me. "How does it feel to have that pretty little ass of yours up against the dirty wall?" he questioned.  His hands went between my legs, fingering me as he grinned at the pool of moisture he found.  He grabbed my hair and leaned in, kissing me passionately and then turned me toward the sink and raised his hand for the first spank.

Knock, knock

We both froze.  The sound of a woman and some small children carried its way into the room.  Eric yanked my dress to its proper place and grabbed my hand.  We exited, both red faced and silly; my giggle returned.

Ten minutes after the restroom bust, we were heading down the freeway.

"You got lucky," Eric said, playfully slapping at my inner thigh.  "Now tell me the true status of your schoolwork," he said in a more serious tone.

Why I did not just answer the question is beyond me.  I got mouthy, popped off, went into an uncalled for rendition of "who do you think you are checking up on me like I'm some kid who can't keep her shit straight" and it was all over.  Eric undid my seat belt, pulled me across his lap, and spanked my bare bottom while driving 65 mph. He did not hold back.  Embarrassed and stinging, I sat quietly in my seat and watched the white line keep time with our tires on the side of the road.

Eric drove right passed my office.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.  "You just missed the exit."

He didn't answer but shot me a look. Two turns later, I realized we were heading home.

"Everything off," Eric said sternly, half pushing and half pulling me up the stairs to our bedroom.  He undid the zipper on my dress and as I slowly dropped it down to my feet, took a straight back chair and placed it in the center of the room.

"Faster!" he snapped, unhooking my bra and then sitting in anticipation, watched while I very slowly placed my dress and undergarment on the dresser.  Eric sighed, tugged my wrist with one quick jolt and I was over his knee.

Smack, smack, smack

The car spanking had some definite force to it and an angle that left a serious sting but without the distraction of having to operate a moving vehicle, Eric added a powerful pack to his palm.  I couldn't imagine how harsh the hairbrush or some other implement could be in this position.  I've always been bent over the bed or counter but being so vulnerable, in such a compromising state, yet feeling safe and lovingly held onto; intense!

"Why are you being punished, Amy?" he asked, giving my cheek a moment to breathe.

"I haven't done my homework." I stated.

Six swats rained down on my red, heated bottom.

"No." he said sternly.  "Try again."

"Because I was being mouthy and disrespectful?"  I asked.

"No!"

Again, six swats on the same cheek, fast and hard, no mercy at all.

"Why?!"

I was stumped.  Out of options.  Couldn't think of anything else to say.

Eric began again and I reached my right hand back to cover my burning flesh.

"Uh uh," he said, taking my arm and pinning in against my back.  The onslaught of spanks continued until I cried out.

"I don't know, Eric!  I don't know."

He stopped and sat me on my knees before him.

"You put us in a very dangerous position challenging me in the car like that."  His hands were under my chin and his eyes were drilling into my gaze.  "Don't you ever challenge me again." he stated and kissing my forehead, pulled me to my feet and told me to get dressed for work.

Twenty minutes later I was at my desk with a sore bottom and a clear message.  The office staff asked throughout the day how my lunch had gone.  If they only knew...

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Feeling the paddle

It's hot and muggy. I feel irritable.

Eric is looking at a heavy Fall travel schedule.  I feel emotional loneliness ready to set in.

My clothes are too tight or not fitting quite right.  I feel fat and unattractive.

My car episode is over but Eric's co-worker teased me about it today. I feel stupid.

The internet was down for over four hours. I feel annoyed.

We sat at dinner and I said nothing.

"What's up, Cranky McSpanky?" Eric asked.

I glared.  I huffed.  I might have even rolled my eyes.

Then I picked up my half eaten plate of food, tossed it in the sink, and walked away from the table.

"Amy?" Eric sounded concerned.  "What's going on?"

I lost it.

"I'm tired of feeling like you are always leaving!" I hollered and slammed the door to the garage.

I was angry. Mad. Hurt.

Eric waited a few minutes and then got me to come back in the house.  He reminded me of all of the logic that went behind the situation and the reasons we do the things we do.  Nothing he said was new to me but nothing he said made me FEEL better.  Finally, he gave up.

"I think you just want to throw a fit, Amy Lynn," he announced, leaving me to my own misery.

As if just given permission, I threw it.  I yelled and stomped and pouted and possibly knocked over a small table stacked with magazines and such.  Oh yes, I was crying and boo hooing about my unhappy life (which quite frankly, is NOT unhappy) and I made an academy award scene that my husband missed!

When I slowed down enough to realize Eric wasn't even downstairs anymore, I stormed into our room to blast him for not even bothering to care enough to stick around for my tantrum. I stopped short when I noticed the spanking chair moved to the center of the room and a flat wooden cheese board perched across the seat.

Eric sat in bed, reading his new John Grisham book and waiting patiently.

Pants down, over his knee, a stern hand spanking quickly turned into a sound paddling.

A few minutes in the corner and I ended up having a really good cry in Eric's arms.

The long trips are coming and it's hard to transition when we've been able to enjoy some solid time together.

Obviously, I'm still not over it and I may never be.  However, tonight, I was reminded that...

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Sigh.  Much of my prior feelings have gone but I'm still feeling that paddle.

Amy

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Not the spanking I expected

I heard the garage door open and sat tentatively in the living room.  My phone beeped and deja vu set in with a text repeated from earlier in the day.

"Go to the car."

I had a flash, imagined my bare bottom bent over the hood of the car while being lectured by my husband on the purpose of an on/off switch.  I took a deep breath, reminded myself to leave Miss Mouthy in the house, and walked out the door.

At first, I didn't see Eric but then realized he was in the passenger seat.  Confused, I opened the door to the drivers side and got in.  OMG.  That man.  There he was, clip board in hand, passing me a homemade business card with this on one side and "Ben Dover, DMV Instructor" on the other.

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I laughed and called him "Eric" but no, he was fully in character.

"Miss Amy Lynn, you will refer to me as Mr. Dover for the remainder of this lesson and I expect you to take this seriously.  Could you pass a driving test?"

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The temptation to roll my eyes when he actually handed me a DMV booklet and the manual to my new car was overwhelming, but I remained steadfast and simply replied, "Yes Sir".

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"You know, young lady," he boomed, "Safe driving is no accident."

How that man can keep a straight face is beyond me.  I was dying and sure I would bust out laughing any time.  Eric went on and on, through the Hybrid checklists, through parts of the manual, had me adjust mirrors and set up my hands free blue tooth.

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It was pretty funny to begin with but actually, by the time he was done, I knew more about the car than I have any vehicle I've driven in the past twenty-five years.  My mirrors are in the right place! My seat is the right height!  I'm almost as smart as my smart car!

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After a reminder about the importance of NEVER TEXTING while driving, I was KISSED by Mr. Ben Dover, DMV Instructor.  Naturally, I did not want to seem rude, so I kissed him back.

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At dinner I asked, "Aren't you going to spank me for leaving the car on this afternoon?"

Eric shook his head.

"Honey, that could happen to anyone.  I should have taken the time to show you everything when we bought the car to begin with."

There was a moment of silence and then he got that adorable little glint in his eye that always lets me know he is up to something.

"Did you WANT a spanking tonight?" he asked suggestively raising his eyebrows up and down.

I blushed and grinned and suddenly could not find my tongue.

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Yes bloggers, I got a "spanking" but it wasn't the kind I expected.  ;)

Amy

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

"Oh girl, somebody is getting spanked tonight!"

I have a new car.  Trying to do the hybrid earth-friendly save-the-world kind of thing but still getting used to pushing the start button instead of turning a key and everything else that goes along with technological advances.

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I had lunch with the gals from the office today.  No big deal.  We sat outside at a little bistro gossiping about our pick for Rachel Lindsay on The Bachelorette. (I was out of the running when she dumped Dean Unglert, my first choice and the next Bachelor in Paradise.) We toasted to kids going back to school soon, discussed the countdown to Labor Day shoe sales, and filled the hour with vanilla chatter.  About halfway through, I got a text from Eric.

"Amy. Did you forget something when you went to lunch?"

Uh. No? Uh. Maybe? Uh. I don't know?

I responded with a quick "?" as I try not to be rude and on my phone when I'm at lunch or with friends.

"Go to the car."

Eric's text was clear, but come on.  I was at lunch.

"I'm at lunch."

Warning: When your husband, out of the blue texts, "Go to...", seriously consider your actions if they are other than his request.

"NOW!"

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I jolted when I saw that.  Jumped up, excused myself, and went out to the parking lot to my car.  I didn't see anyone.  Confused, I texted Eric back.

"Now what? I'm here."

It didn't take long before I went bright red.

"Look at the car.  Is it running?  Did you forget to turn it OFF before you went to lunch?"

OMG.  The darn thing is so quiet, I didn't realize it WAS still on.  Totally embarrassed, I scrambled to turn it off.  Then I sat back in the driver's seat absolutely humiliated and wondering how Eric knew.

"OMG," I texted. "I can't believe I did that."

"Oh girl, somebody is getting spanked tonight!"

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Before heading back to the restaurant, I called Eric, who was laughing hysterically.  One of his sales people had seen my car running in the parking lot, nobody inside, and busted me with a phone call to my husband.

Think of me tonight, bloggers.  I was pretty quiet during the rest of our lunch... because I wasn't eating with any of YOU!  Vanilla friends are fine until you have a spanking hanging overhead and need the support of your other friends.  Wish you were here.

Amy-in-trouble

Prostate milking? Prostate massage? A sensitive subject...

Okay ladies, we all know about about the dreaded "C" word, and I don't mean the name ignorant boys use when jilted by a lover.  I'm talking about cancer.  I'm sure we've all been touched in some way or another by that nightmare and when caught early, it can be overcome. As girls, we are trained from puberty to see a physician every single year and most of us take it pretty seriously our entire lives.

So, what about our men?  Isn't the number one cancer in men prostate cancer?  I thought I read that somewhere.  This weekend, one of our guests, (Sara's mom, my Aunt Peggy) told me she believed that prostate milking would help in preventing cancer.  This is the woman I spent an entire week cleaning for and whatever the reason, I always feel like I've got to impress her and pretend like I know everything in front of her.  I realize it's bad on my part but it's been that way since I was a child. Anyway, I wanted to ask a million questions but instead played it off like "oh yes, of course, everyone knows that".  Sigh.  I'll learn to deal with that little flaw in me another day.

Today, I looked at a lot of YouTube Videos on How To, What To, Why To.  They were all very practical and convincing but NOT ONE OF THEM had a how to mention it to your husband. Hmmm. Is this a sensitive subject or something that all men should consider in the name of better health? I'm sure the answer is D. All of the above.

Eric and I are very open about communicating about "all things Amy", but the elephants in the room seem to be "only things Eric".  Honestly, I'm not sure if that's because of him or me. He says I can ask him anything but I'm reluctant, almost shy about it. At times I'm afraid of the answer, while other times I'm afraid of making him feel uncomfortable.  I think it is me.

Anyway, what do I do about this topic? Welcome him home from work with a clean house, dinner on the table, and the statement, "Hey love, we both believe in preventative medicine, right? Why don't I milk your prostate when you finish that cherry pie just in case you might be a candidate for cancer down there?" Ugh. Better serve wine with that meal.

I read enough to believe this prostate stuff is a pretty serious thing.

Not sure how to approach this one...

Amy

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Eric and Amy Write a Spanking Fantasy Together: Part II

Eric:
"This time, I won't let you down," he said softly.

Amy:
Amy looked into Eric's deep gentle blue eyes and wondered what the hell he was talking about.  The presentation was done, they'd shared a nice dinner, and after the meeting tomorrow, they'd agreed to spend some quality time relaxing together.

"Stop right there," she said with a trying-to-be-nice tone to her voice. "I'm way too tired for a serious conversation right now."

Eric:
Still holding her hand, Eric led her up the stairs to their bedroom. This had always been her place of refuge. A place of warmth and safety.

Amy:
Once in the room, Amy pulled toward the closet to get ready for bed, but Eric held on and brought her closer to him. She tried to wrestle free but his grip tightened.

Eric:
"What are you doing?!" she asked sharply.

"I'm going to reinforce the need for you to have a balanced life," he answered.

Amy:
Still confused, Amy tried to pull away once more.

"Seriously?! Come on Eric," she whined. "I just want to get some sleep."

Eric shook his head and a bolt of anger shot through her.

Eric:
"I told you, I don't have time for this!" she yelled.

Eric's firm grip reminded Amy that this wasn't negotiable.

"Now what?" She defiantly asked.

Calmly, Eric took Amy's hand and led her over to the window side of the bed. With his hand on her shoulder, he stood her next to the bed and had her bend at the waist with her torso lying on the mattress.

"What are you doing?" She snapped!

Eric kept a firm hand on her back and softly said, "It is time to reinforce the desired behavior."

Amy:
The thoughts in her head began to spiral. There was no time for this. The EPA meeting was tomorrow, laundry was not done. Wait, did that last email get sent? Damn it!

Eric's hand firmly on her back was comforting but… What the hell? No time for this. Tired. Gosh it felt good to lie down. Wait, what the hell is he doing? Need sleep. Is this some new sex thing he wants to try? Not tonight. Did he not see the list of things I have to get done?!

Eric:
At one point in their relationship, Amy had mentioned that she had read about domestic discipline and how that might be something that would work for her. He agreed, but knowing about her past wanted to make sure it would help and not hurt her. He had educated himself on the concept by researching on the Internet. After reading blogs and forums on the pros and cons, he felt that it would enhance their relationship. It wasn't something he took lightly or jumped into quickly, but now seemed to be the opportune time to try it out.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Amy noticed a black leather paddle. It had three red hearts on it and seemed like a fun toy when she had bought it. A leather paddle to be spanked with, but three hearts to show it was being done with love and not in anger.

"Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" she asked in a reserved voice.

"Yes," he replied. "It's time for you to get some relief."

Amy:
Amy swallowed hard and the barrage of thoughts cycling through her mind came to a screeching halt. Her face went hot, blushing at the embarrassment of her position. They had talked about this many times, but Eric had never actually done it and somehow she had imagined it would be more planned, discussed, mulled over. Her breathing quickened in time with her increasing heart rate and she turned into the comforter to hide her face.

Eric:
The fading sunlight came through the window blind and landed right on her butt. Eric took a minute to admire how nice her ass looked in those shorts. She had been going to the gym on a regular basis and it showed!

(Haha. Side note here because I had to laugh.  Eric, obviously a male brain, is writing about his idea of my first spanking but pauses to take time out to comment about how my ass looks. LOL. Thank you, darling.  I'm glad you like it and I appreciate the reinforcement to keep going to the gym.)

Amy:
Eric took his time, gently rubbing her bottom and making her feel comfortable and relaxed. There was no anger, no sense of frustration or force coming from him. She swallowed again, suddenly feeling like all the stress of the past two weeks was bubbling up to the surface.

Eric:
Eric rubbed her butt for a bit just to warm it up and get her to relax. She saw him reach for the paddle and braced herself for the swat. Whack! The sound echoed as he drew the paddle down on her left cheek. She felt a momentary sting and then realized it didn't hurt as much as she had anticipated. Before she could have another thought, the paddle came down sharply on her right cheek and she felt that sting again.

Amy:
Amy smiled into the blankets. She'd always wondered what a spanking would feel like but this was almost funny. The sound, impressive. The sting, nothing more memorable than a fly buzzing by on a lazy afternoon. She relaxed, waiting for him to be done.

Eric:
Eric swatted each cheek one more time and then without Amy being aware of what was occurring, he quickly pulled her yoga shorts down to her thighs to expose her bare butt.

"I don't think you are feeling the sting through your shorts," he quietly said.

Eric drew the paddle down quickly on each cheek in rapid succession. The swats were intense and as she focused on the pain everything else seemed to drift away. The redness on her butt attested that the paddle had found the right spot.

Amy:
Amy's body jolted as the leather paddle seared her flesh and a sea of sweat broke out along the center of her back. Eric didn't pause, didn't afford her a moment to catch her breath, and each strike reignited a clear message in her head.

"You are okay. You don't have to do it all on your own. You are not alone. You are loved. Let go."

That fine line between pain and pleasure blurred as each swat sharply caught her attention, while somehow allowing her mind to untangle, becoming still and quiet

Eric:
"We are almost done," Eric whispered into Amy's ear as he pulled her upright. He led her to the corner where he commanded her to stand silently. Amy tried to pull her shorts up, but Eric told her to leave them where they were. She stood silently in the corner feeling less stressed and relieved.

"Eric did love her," she thought. "He knew exactly what was needed to get her to refocus."

Amy:
Standing in the corner, Amy felt an overwhelming sense of sleepiness overcome her and she was grateful for the simplicity of plain white walls. Her bottom stung wildly but it was settling at the same time. Her mind relaxed and rested in a simpler space.

Eric: 
Eric pulled Amy's arms around his neck and reached under her knees to lift her. He turned and slowly laid her on the bed. Slipping off her T-shirt and shorts, he tucked her in and told her how much he loved her. A warm feeling of contentment came across her as she drifted off to sleep

Amy:
Amy felt light as a feather with Eric holding her in his strong arms. Her body melted into his grasp as her head lay against his chest and he carried her to the bed. She easily drifted off to sleep, his body a shadow of hers in the sheets.

Eric:
"Good morning, sweetheart," Eric said softly, waking Amy the next morning. "How about skipping that presentation and going for a hike with me? It's a beautiful day."

"Absolutely," Amy replied!

Sliding out of bed, Amy saw her shirt and shorts lying on the floor and a smile came across her face as she remembered the events from last night.

"Eric was perfect for her," she thought. "He totally gets me."

Us:
We wrote this over two years ago before we had ever actually tried a spanking.  It was fun, passing the notepad back and forth, reading what the other had written, and then adding our own bit to the story.  Ultimately, we each learned what the other was imagining and it got us further down the road. Hope you all enjoyed our fantasy. Have a wonderful weekend!

Amy