Sunday, July 30, 2017

Eric and Amy Write a Spanking Fantasy Together: Part II

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

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."

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.

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.

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

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

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.

"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."

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?!

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 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.

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.)

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 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 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 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'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

"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."

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 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 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.

"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."

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!


Friday, July 28, 2017

Eric and Amy Write a Spanking Fantasy Together: Part I

In preparation for our weekend company, I found myself cleaning out drawers and other places that no one would ever look. Along the way, I came across a story that Eric and I wrote together when we first started talking about our personal spanking fantasies. I hope you enjoy.

He was just unloading groceries when she walked in from the gym. Normally vibrant and energetic, she seemed preoccupied and the little agitated.

"How about we go for a hike while it's still light outside?" he asked. "Dinner won't be ready for another hour or so."

"I don't think I can," she replied. "Just before leaving work my boss asked if I could have a presentation on fairy shrimp by 9 AM tomorrow so he could present it to the EPA. I need to get started."

"Why do you let him do this to you?" he asked.

"It just needs to get done and nobody else can do it," she replied.

The elliptical didn't do much to ease the stress on her mind but she used the time to map out the PowerPoint her boss had asked for. Rushing in the house, Amy was surprised to find Eric in the kitchen, a pot of his famous spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove and bags of groceries all over the counter.

Amy didn't have time to be married, to be a good attentive wife. She didn't even have time to fake it.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled recognizing the red flush of frustration flash across his face. Eric was extremely patient and would never do anything to hold her back or keep her from having a career, but lately this job was draining the life right out of her.

Amy pushed past Eric and pounded up the stairs to get right to work. She didn't need anything else on her plate, including a rash of self-inflicted guilt for not taking time out for him. Laptop open, she plugged away at the keys. Downstairs, Eric looked at the clock. 7 PM. He put the groceries away and planned dinner for 8:30, hoping some uninterrupted time would allow Amy to breeze through yet another presentation for her boss.

Ever since they had met years ago, Eric knew that Amy took on an incredible amount of work. Even to the point of seriously overloading herself every once in a while.

They had conversations over time about balancing her life. For the most part, she did fine, but a couple of times a year she got to the point of almost crashing.

Sitting at the computer, Amy waited for the screen to come up and locked her jaw in order to resist the temptation to run downstairs and blast Eric for her inability to say no. He knew she was the "go to girl", the player who always took one for the team. Any chance she had to make her boss look good seemed like a worthwhile activity. But this time, the stress was getting to her; coupled with lack of sleep, zero personal downtime, and a ton of guilt about never being home. She was a ticking time bomb and she was doing her best not to take it out on Eric.

This was one of those times.

As predicted, Amy finished the presentation at 8:27 PM and made her way downstairs. The table was set with the beautiful new bouquet of bright yellow daffodils in the center. Eric handed her a glass of lemon water and they kissed hello for the first time that day. Dinner was delicious and they scarfed it down quickly, as neither had eaten since lunch. Afterwards, Eric did the dishes while Amy packed her work bags for the next day. She wasn't required to be at the presentation but thought it might be wise in case her boss got a question from the EPA that he wasn't prepared to answer.

"It's Saturday," Eric had pointed out when she told him her plan at dinner. "You haven't taken a day off in over two weeks."

When the car was packed, Amy went back to the kitchen where Eric sat with his tried-and-true yellow legal pad and blue pen. He motioned for her to sit down. She glanced at the clock and set her jaw once again to get through a 10 PM planning session.

As he had done before, Eric sat down with Amy to prioritize her tasks. They developed a work plan together that seemed doable and took her stress level down a notch or two. But Eric wasn't done. This time, the planning session was going to end differently.

20 minutes, that's all it took for Eric to very logically map out a way for Amy's list of tasks to appear manageable. Beyond tired, she agreed to all of his suggestions and set the alarm on her phone for 4 AM.

"Let's go to bed," she said sleepily, but Eric put his foot in the way of her chair and waited until their eyes met.

"I'm tired Eric," she stated.

Eric took her hand and told her that he had let her down in the past. While it was true, he helped solve many problems before, he told her that he should've taken the means to reinforce the new desired behavior much earlier.

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

Monday, July 24, 2017

"You wouldn't dare" - a Spanking Guarantee

We have company coming this weekend and suddenly nothing in the house seems right.  The yard has brown spots, the carpet is disgusting, and even the wall color appears wrong.

Naturally, I'm handling it like a champ.  Snapping at everyone, "yelling" out directions to anyone within a square mile, and ranting endlessly about this, that, or the other.  Finally, Eric had enough.

"Amy Lynn," he stated after listening to a twenty minute scream fest directed at some poor $8 per hour customer service rep because the napkin rings I purchased through Amazon are on back order.
"You are going to bed."

"Are you nuts?" I bit his head off. "It's barely noon and I've got a million things to do before Friday. If you and the kids would just step it up..."

He cut me off there.

"Young Lady! This is non-negotiable.  Maybe you need a nap or maybe you don't, but either way the rest of us need a break so you're going to bed."

I was fuming.

"You are not going to tell me what I need," I stated and proving that I am a mature adult woman, I stomped my foot and marched upstairs where "the wind" accidentally slammed our bedroom door behind me.

A few minutes later, Eric came into the room.

He sat next to me on the our bed, gently rubbed my back, and kissed my cheek.  Furious at my inability to resist him, giant crocodile tears began to pour down my face.

Eric spoke very softly but his tone was stern.

"Sweetheart.  You are trying to do way too much and it's wearing on all of us.  If you do not feel you need a nap right now, I will gladly put you over my knee first, and then you will be going to bed. Do you understand?"

My breathing increased, my eyes glared sideways, and through gritted teeth I challenged, "You wouldn't dare."

And that was that.  Suddenly I found myself upended, pants down, legs pinned, and spanked a good forty swats with a wooden spoon. (Where on earth did that spoon come from?!)

After my spanking, I was given the choice of a little corner time or straight to bed.

Pout lipped and red bottomed, I pointed to the bed.  Eric pulled back the sheets and I slid in, tummy down, convinced that sleep would never come.

Two hours have passed and I don't even recall Eric leaving the room.  I'm refreshed, happy, calm. and much more reasonable.  As a matter of fact, I don't mind the color on the walls one bit!

Amy Lynn

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Out-Bratted by the Man

I knew something was up when Eric text me from the airport.

"Heading home, my Angel."

Okay, the man has called me:
Amy Lynn
Sweet Pea
My Girl, MG
Young Lady
Red Ass Amy
Pretty Girl
and many other things, but never "Angel".

Obviously, he was onto me.  I scrambled to appear "angelic" by putting all the pillows back on the beds, returning the food to the fridge, and loading the chest with all of our implements and toys. By the time he reached the door, I was completely out of breath and drenched with sweat, so I flopped on the couch, lounging as though I'd been there all day.

Eric put his suitcase down and greeted me with with a hug and kiss.

"Were you working out?" he asked.  "You're all sweaty."

"No," I replied, "Just a little hot."

"I have something for you," he said returning to his suitcase.

Out of the package came a tiny stuffed angel.

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"She looks just like you, Amy."

I laughed.

"Very funny. So, when did you start reading the blog again?"

Eric looked uncomfortable.

"Sorry honey, I know I'm behind.  I still haven't had a chance to get to it."


"What about the angel?!" I said.

Eric looked confused.

"I told you, she looks like you."

That man spent two hours playing it off and I fell hook, line, and sinker.  It wasn't until we went to bed and he threw my pillows on the floor that I knew he had been toying with me the whole time.

I've been out-bratted! Anybody have a small stuffed devil I can borrow?

Wink, wink,


Thursday, July 20, 2017

A Brat is on the Loose!

Eric is coming home tonight and I'm feeling sexually starved and playfully bratty. 
What a lovely combination.

On our last call, he threatened a spanking to any girl who dared to throw his pillows on the floor. Determined not to risk being anything other than his perfect angel, 
I've hidden every single pillow in the house - including the two from the couch.  

"But darling, I didn't want to risk a pillow being thrown!"

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Eric was annoyed at the hotel because he ended up with a rather dry sandwich and no ketchup, mustard, mayo or salsa in the place.  My man is the condiment King and I listened to him gripe about that sandwich for days.  Last night, the condiment fairy filled the top two shelves of our refrigerator with every sauce known to man.  There is caramel, honey, hot fudge, chocolate, three types of mustard, BBQ sauces, salsas, relishes, gravy, dressing - oh the list goes on! 

"But sweetheart, I'd hate for you to ever have to eat another dry sandwich again!"

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I can hear him now.  "Amy Lynn!  Upstairs this instant."  We'll make our way to the spanking chair where I'll receive a classic strip down and warm up with his hand.  Then he'll take the key to the toy box and throw it open to release his favorite leather strap but the inside is sparkly clean and empty. 

"But honey, you told me to clean up our toy box and I promised you wouldn't come home to a mess!"

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At some point, when it's time for the great reveal, I'll show my love that the tool shed he 
ordered came a week early and is already constructed behind the house.  
Maybe he should have bought a bigger one.  There is hardly any room left after I 
stocked it with pillows, implements, toys and a mini-frig full of our food. 


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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

"Go to bed!"

Eric called to say good night. He sounded tired 
and like work had burned him completely to the ground.

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"No boo-hooing tonight, Amy Lynn," he warned, 
"I'm here, just doing my thing, and nothing has changed. 
I love you, I miss you, you are still my girl, so there. 
Now go to bed. We both have an early morning."

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"What?!" I whined.  "That's it?! Honey, you're making me pout!"

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"If you want to pout, I'll give you something to pout about," he said.

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I started laughing. I started laughing so hard that it turned into tears.

"If you want to cry, I'll give you something to cry about," he responded playfully.

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Eric had told me years ago those were lines his mother had used when he was growing up.

"If you were here right now," I threatened, 
"I'd throw all of your pillows on the floor and make you pay attention to me!" 
(Thank you for that idea, Jan.)

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My age does not matter.  
Sometimes it just feels down right good to throw a fit 
and Eric caught onto my vibe without a hitch.

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"Young lady!  If I were there right now, you'd be getting your ass lit up 
while you picked up every one of those pillows."

My darling husband was suddenly awake and full of creative scenarios. 
We watched a few naughty videos together 
and fantasized about new things to try when he gets home.  
We talked way too long and then I reluctantly let him go, 
with direct orders for me to get some sleep.

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I can't sleep now!  
My head is swimming 
with the promise of delicious fun to come.

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Night night all. Sweet dreams!

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Monday, July 17, 2017

Read the Warning Labels

My latest posts have been somewhat blue.

Seems I've been getting seriously down about Eric being gone, school being over, and being alone. Bloggers have piped in, trying to cheer me up.  Suggestions have been made that are right up my alley and things I would normally enjoy doing but somehow, none of them are happening.

Eric and I talked for over an hour this morning.  He chatted about our good-bye on Friday.  A stinging spanking with the hanger, kisses all over my body, a doggy-style quickie in the living room. All good. All special. All us.

When we hung up, he said, "I miss you," and then he went to work.

I should have jumped in the shower and gotten dressed but instead I crawled into bed worried that he no longer loves me.  HUH?!!!

I thought back over the past few days.  I'm sad. Down. Feel like I'm going nowhere and more and more like the world is a depressing, unhappy, lonely place.  HUH?!!!

I won't drag this on a moment longer.  I started taking a new medication last week.  After that call, I read the warning label.  "May cause anxiety, mood swings, depression."

Classic.  Trying to get healthy and... a good reminder for us all!

I knew something was wrong this weekend when the thought, "I don't care if Eric ever spanks me again or not," crossed my mind.  Hello!  Not this girl.

Amy - not taking anymore pills.

Sunday, July 16, 2017


sit still
I realized this morning, when I woke up pouting and sad that Eric is not home, I need to have goals and something to do because this girl does not sit still well.

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Being in school gave me purpose, assignments, social interaction and a million things to do.  Yes, I whined my way through the semesters and required the occasional paddling to stick to the plan but it was good for me.

I have all the pieces.  I just need to find a way to put them together so I run to my life rather than from it.  There is part of me that's still running.

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"Amy Lynn!" I can hear Eric now.  "Stop it. You're getting all spun up for no reason. We have a plan. Be patient."

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Believe, Amy. Believe...

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Trying to be Patient but Missing my Love

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I woke up 15 hours after I went to bed. Eric is on the road again and the beautiful pot of purple flowers he left behind is sitting on the patio outside the sliding glass door to our bedroom. I can see it from where I lie, a bright full sun soaked day, the backdrop for it's dainty petals.

I lift the hanger from our bedside table and examine where Eric held the wire, squeezing it hard enough to misshape one side while punishing me with the other.  I had suggested this implement, "the silent spanker" I had read about in other blogs.  It is only silent until I squeal.

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On a fourteen hour flight, we will not reconnect until tonight.  He will be tired, worn out from travel, and ready for work but he'll call.  I'm like a teenager with a giant crush, waiting for his ring to break through the silence of a house in which I wait alone.  It's hard to be alone again.

I wonder if we will ever have enough to keep him here, home with me.  Is it the money, the history, the travel, or the commitment to the job that keeps him away?  I want him, crave him, need him, miss him.  His kiss, his touch, the magic of us - holding his hand makes my heart skip a beat.  

Patience is not a virtue of mine
 and though I never want to take anything away from him, 
selfishly I wish that he would choose to be home more. How unfair of me.

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Break out the paddle, my love.  
Your girl should be lying here feeling grateful 
for all of the support and love you shower upon me.  
I don't mean to complain. 
Yesterday was pure magic 
and too short lived when I'm dreaming of you.  


Keep Blogging

Writers block has set in but I want to spend my time here rather than drowning in a mist of alone time. I looked up some of my old favorite writers and explored some new bloggers that were listed on Ronnie's site "Heart and Soul".  I read blogs, emails, and stories from people all over the world. I read spanking tales and love stories and looked at silly pictures. I have discovered that everyone has a tale to tell and the more I read, the more I realize how nice it is to have a group out there who play, explore, and experience the same kind of relationship that I'm in today. Keep writing fellow Bloggers. Your words help to keep me strong.


Friday, July 14, 2017

Spanked by that darn hanger

Eric went back to traveling for work again today.  If all goes as planned, he'll return on Thursday. He left just after lunch so we ate together and then he took me in his arms on the couch so we could say our good-byes.

That'd be wishful thinking and not what was on his mind.

"Where is my passport renewal?" he asked, lacing his fingers through my hair and drilling into my eyes with his own.

I remembered his words from yesterday, "You better lie to me if that package wasn't mailed" but I had no need to lie because by this afternoon, it had not only been handled, it had been personally driven 80 miles from here to be placed in the expediting hands of the closest agency.

"It's handled," I said happily.  "You'll have it before the end of the month."

We both breathed a sigh of relief and kissed passionately for a few minutes.

"Thank you, Pretty Girl," he said, stroking my breasts as he released them from my bra.

I stood before him, hungry for a quickie, when he told me to drop to my knees and bend over the couch.  His hand rested on the band of my spandex running shorts and suddenly, the sting of that darn hanger crossed my right cheek.

"Ouch!" I yelped, but he was nowhere near finishing.  Four swats on each cheek set my back ablaze with sweat and that was just a warm-up.  My shorts came down and that sucker (the hanger, not the man) smacked my bottom a good ten times before Eric was kissing my wounds and then making his way inside of me.  My husband, tanning my hide and then riding me, filling me full of his love - amazing.  Mind you, had he not been leaving moments later, I'm sure the love making would have happened after quite the long lecture and some corner time, but quick as it were, it was greatly appreciated.  That darn hanger stings like a thousand bees, in a good way.  I hate the initial strike but the after-burn makes me glow.

Kisses at the door and Eric was off. I lingered for a bit, rubbing red streaked cheeks, before getting back to my day as well.  I eventually went out to pick up the mail and there, at our door, was a beautiful potted plant with lovely purple flowers.  Thank you Darling!  You sure know how to make this girl smile.


Thursday, July 13, 2017

"You better lie to me"

Eric doesn't give me a list of chores or tasks to do.  Some relationships work that way but with each of us working full time and his job involving a ton of travel, it doesn't suit us.

Sometimes, however, Eric will ask me to take care of something for him.  It's usually time sensitive and needs to get done before he's back home or some such thing.

As I said, Eric travels a lot and much of it is international.  Over a month ago, he realized his passport was about to expire.  He filled out the renewal paperwork and was about to take it to the post office when I jumped in and offered to do it for him.  Since then, he's been watching for the new one, with a big trip planned the day after it's expiration date.

Today, almost a month after my offer, I reached between the seat and center console of my car because my lipstick fell when I was precariously attempting to drive and apply at the same time. My fingers hunted around and pulled up, not the lipstick, but the envelope that I was supposed to mail.  I was horrified.

When Eric called to let me know he was on his way home, I asked, "Remember when I told you I'd mail your passport application?  What would happen if, say, I forgot to do that?"

Stone cold, Eric replied, "You better lie to me if that package didn't get mailed."



Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Bad Girl Bruises

Eric was gone all night.  He finally returned from the office at 9:40 this morning but I was at work by then.  He told me when the fourth hour of getting nowhere slipped by, he almost walked out.  I wish he had.  I wish he'd come home, told me he was done living this way, and that we were moving to the beach and starting again.  Instead he reminded me of his ability to wait ever so patiently until the right time, no matter how painful it was.

Eric slept most of the day and we had dinner together.  We went to bed early because sleep was not on the agenda. :)  He kissed my neck and stroked my hair.  Our lips touched, finding long lost friends in each other, and I felt his hands memorize my body as he undid and removed my clothing piece by piece.  His mouth encompassed my nipples and his fingers dipped inside me while he sucked and pulled one breast and then the other.  He continued to kiss his way down my belly and then, ready to bury himself where his fingers had been, he flipped me over, doggy style.  I expected to feel him press inside me but instead, he got off the bed and stood next to me, staring.

"What's wrong?"  I asked, looking back and wondering why he suddenly stopped.

Eric looked directly into my eyes, waiting, as though I could read what was in his head.  The silence was deafening.

"Your ass is all bruised up," he stated in a flat tone.

My face went scarlet and I wallowed in the humiliating moment of truth.  Last night, when Eric was not coming home and I wanted nothing but to yell at him for circumstances beyond his control, I'd opted to take his belt from the closet, fold it in half and whip myself twenty times on each cheek. It did the trick for sure.  I went to bed stinging and focused, Eric not knowing how disappointed or mad I had been.  The bruises gave me away.

Self discipline is not something either of us is a fan of simply because we'd rather Eric take care of my needs when they arise.  However, we both realize with a job like his, I'm alone way too much to go without and though we discussed it at one time, a hired hand has not made the list of options.  Our agreement is, I self discipline when I need to, but I always let Eric know when I do and if possible, he is with me by phone.  This time, I hadn't mentioned it. Not before. Not during. Not after.

I blubbered on and on about when, why and how.  Eric wasn't mad but stated that with self discipline, especially when done without telling him, there are consequences.  He took me to the mirror and made me look at the damage. Two large dark patches, one on each cheek.  Then he went to the closet and returned with his belt.

"Show me," he said and for the second time tonight, I blushed.

"I don't want to," I said quietly.  "I've had enough."

Eric looked surprised.  "I didn't ask what you wanted and I'll decide when you've had enough," he said handing me the belt.  "Exactly as you did last night, I want to see it."

Oh, the pain.  Twenty swats on each cheek, already bruised from before.

Oh, the embarrassment. My red hot bottom easily matched the shade of my face.

When I finished, Eric took the belt and hung it back on the wall.  He walked me over to the spanking chair and placed me across his lap.  He had pulled an old wire hanger from the clothes rack and I counted as he streaked my bottom with the intense sting of the wire. One through ten.  Ouch.

"You will not be wearing your bikini at the pool, getting massages, or sun tanning until these bruises have completely healed," he commanded with each strike.  "I am all for you disciplining yourself when I am away but there is no need to go to the extremes and bruise yourself like this."

By the time we got back to bed, I was on fire and eager to lie on my stomach.

"No way," Eric said, forcing me into a seated position and handing me the laptop. "You need to reflect on tonight and I don't think corner time will cut it. Instead, you're going to sit on that red ass, Amy, and blog until I'm ready to start our evening over again."

I've typed as fast as I could.  Here you go, Eric.  May I please get back to your sexy maneuvers and leave this tragedy behind me?!


P.S. He said "yes". :)  Close your eyes, Blogland.  The rest of tonight is for us.

Monday, July 10, 2017

The threat of a spanking lingers while I blog alone in our room

After being away a solid week and knowing he's leaving again on Friday, Eric finally returned home.

We were lost in each others eyes, soaking in familiar features, our hearts filling spaces that distance puts between us.  I planned an evening of cuddling, hand holding and kissing.

Okay. Not really.  I planned to get fucked, all night.  No "making love", no "romance", no "tenderness".  Just hours of pure raw sexual passion.

After dinner, Eric got a call from work.  He told me he'd be gone for an hour or two.  At the strike of three hours later, I whined.  I complained.  I went from flirty and playful to neglected and angry.

Eric told me I would be feeling his pain on the seat of my pants when he was done.  He used phrases from the 50's. "Just wait until I get home, young lady.  You are crusin' for a brusin'. I'm going to tan your hide.  You're about to get a lickin' of a lifetime. If you want to cry, I'll give you something to cry about."

As my ass tingled in anticipation, I got a little less bitchy but then, the fatal text arrived.

"Honey. This is a grind.  I'll be here all night. Sorry."

The wrong kind of "FUCK" escaped from my lips.

I started to scream at him but then he threatened to "wash out my mouth with soap" and I was reminded that this situation was certainly not his first choice. Ugh.  I just want my husband back in my arms.

I get it.  He'd rather be here but the job, always the job.

Sad girl,

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Closet Spanker

Eric is working in a location where communication is impossible.

He'll be back tomorrow.

I miss his touch, having him wrap around my body while I sleep, his voice in my ear.

I took a wooden spoon in the closet after a hot shower where I fantasized about his print on my ass.

Ten swats on the left side, a stinging reminder of the last time he was home.

I switched to the right, one swat and a child's voice rang out.

"Mom?" it questioned.  "What are you doing?"

I quickly threw on  some clothes and came out of the closet, wooden spoon in hand.  Grabbing the bathroom rug, I announced, "Just beating the dust out of the rugs, honey."

I guess when Eric returns, I'll have to let him know my butt is now known as "the rug".

Can't wait til his plane lands!!

He's home all week.

Woo hoo!!


Saturday, July 8, 2017

Ginger Whipping

I stared blankly at the document Eric placed before me.

The words did not register.

The letters blended together forming a sea of alphabet gibberish, my mind refusing to accept the computer generated declaration.

"Well?" he asked for the third time.

Asked is being too polite.  It was more like a demand.

I'm not one ever short of speech, yet my tongue seemed caught on the lump in my throat.

$300 fine.

Toll Road evasion.

When was I there? Who misses a toll booth?  Why can't I remember even seeing one?

The nape of my neck pulls tightly against his hand, which is suddenly leading me down the hall and into the kitchen.  My clothes are removed and am I to sit, naked, on a stool as I watch my husband carve fresh ginger.  We do not speak while the soft-shoe strum of potato peeler against root sends flecks of outer skin to the counter, exposing a potent oily underbelly.

The whipping would be plenty to jog my memory and teach his lesson but tonight Eric's point will be made with a stinging reminder not to fight his discipline by clenching cheeks between rounds with the black leather weave of his belt.

Mental stamina, tits against painted wall, hands on head, bottom bared and plug in place.

Swish, whack.  Swish, whack. Swish, whack.

The belt soars through the air and crashes down on my wanton flesh.  The ginger slowly seeping from the inside out suddenly intensifies each time I squeeze against the strike of thick leather.

After, I'll make a call to fight the ticket with flaming buns and red streaked cheeks exposed until I succeed in arguing my case to a bored receptionist longing for her next smoke break.

I wonder, if she could feel the heat off my ass, if the fine would be waived any faster.


Friday, July 7, 2017

A Judgmental Vanilla Society Crushes my Spanking Heart

Why, Society, must you have an opinion about how I choose to deal with my struggles?

The roads we travel are hard.  We battle our way to become educated productive members of the communities in which we live.  We search for love, long for stability, work, and strive.  There is stress under whatever umbrella we stand and we must learn to manage the imbalance of pleasure and pain.

Relief comes in many forms.

The pharmaceutical company will sell you tiny fast- acting pills and so will back alley drug dealers.

The winery will give you a sophisticated taste of relaxation in a bottle and so will a seedy bar on the corner.

The cigarette companies will offer cool cancer causing nicotine habits and now there's an electronic version so you can vape your way to addiction.

I need a spanking, from my strong and loving and passionate and protective and sensitive husband.

I was never spanked as a child and I never spanked my own kids but I figured out a long time ago it keeps me even, brings me peace, and clears my head.

Don't judge me.

Let me do and have what I need, to be the best person who I can be.


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Where did they go?

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It's getting pretty lonely out here!