Just a little post

Tom knows all about Ryan and Allie now. Ryan came in yesterday for a long weekend and one of the first things he did was to call Tom and ask him if they could talk. Since Ryan’s estrangement from his father he has become closer and closer to Tom.

They talked up in Tom’s office – I was dying for a way to eavesdrop but the door was firmly closed without an invitation to me being offered. But they were down about an hour later and both were smiling. I got a big hug from Ryan that lifted me off my feet before he headed to Allie’s.

As soon as he left I got a lifted eyebrow lift from Tom “You knew they were sleeping together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Now Tom, I haven’t known long and really it wasn’t my news to tell now was it? So what did you tell Ryan?”

“Well I don’t think it was a good idea at their age and I wish that they had waited.” Tom admitted. “Ryan is not in a position to take care of Allie should he needs to, and I think that should have been the case before they took this step.”

“You didn’t fuss at him did you?” I scolded. “This should be a beautiful time for them. I hope you didn’t make him feel bad.”

“Cassie I don’t fuss at people. I only …”

“Oh so I’m the only one you fuss at?” I couldn’t help interrupting. “You didn’t tell him they should stop did you?” For some reason I was a little upset that he might be sticking his opinions in where they didn’t belong.

Tom came over and wrapped his arms around me “Now when have I ever fussed at you?” he asked.

“WHEN have…?” I started to sputter, but he cut me off with a kiss.

“No girl, I didn’t tell Ryan anything except that he was responsible for her emotionally now, as well many other ways. I'm not so foolish as to think they're going to stop once they've started”.

"Being with the woman you love can be darn near addictive. As a matter of fact” he went on with twinkle in his eye “I could use a fix right now. And someone needs a spanking for keeping secrets from her husband.”

My romantic devil! We had a lovely afternoon. It had been a while since we had just spent hours in bed loving and touching and talking. I’m happy for Allie and Ryan, everything is so new and exciting for them but I wouldn’t trade what Tom and I have for all the youth in the world!

About Allie and Ryan

We have SNOW!! Real snow and it is just beautiful! We hardly ever have snow here. Unfortunately our lovely snow from last night is now coated with sleet and freezing rain – as I found out went I went out on the deck and fell on my butt. Thankfully I didn’t hurt anything, trust me my butt’s taken worse! But I did scare Tom who saw me fall. He helped me back up and inside and told me to stay in. He had no argument from me. I have no desire to fall and really hurt myself. When it’s this icy I’m content to stay in, drink hot chocolate, play on the computer and watch the children play in the cold.

So since I have a bit of time I’ll share some interesting news I got the other day. Allie had a day off school last week and she came over not long after Tom went to work. She seemed particularly happy. The girls had been a breath of sunshine during January. Everyone seems to get down when it’s cold and get’s dark so early but not Allie. She’s been singing and laughing and just beaming every time I’ve seen her.

We sat talking over coffee and muffins when she said “Cassie I just have to tell someone! Ryan and I … well we’ve… we’ve made love!” There was just a hint of embarrassment but mostly a delighted aura of happiness and confidence in her voice as she spoke.

I have to admit I was stunned – shouldn’t have been – but I was. To me they are still children. Now they are not really, she’s 18 and Ryan’s 20 but to me they are still children. I was at a loss as to what to say. I was sure her parents would not be happy and I had a feeling Tom would not approve either but she had chosen to confide in me and I was not about to kill the happiness in her face.

“Oh, my!” I managed to stammer “When did this happen?”

“It was back in December, just before I got out for Christmas.” She was looking at me closely and she finally said “Did I shock you? Do you disapprove?” There was apprehension in her voice and worry in her eyes as she waited for my reaction.

“Gracious child I’m shock proof” I lied “And it’s not up to me to approve or disapprove. But let’s move to the living room. If I’m going to hear a story I want to be comfortable.” Allie laughed as we move and settled into the sofa. But she seemed to have hard time getting started again. “You seem happy” I observed.

“Oh I am!” she gushed “Cassie I love him so much! He’s perfect.” And then she proceeded to enumerate all Ryan’s good points as if I didn’t know them already. “I love him Cassie. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“You children aren’t talking marriage are you?” I asked quickly.

“Oh no, not yet.” She said quickly “But someday. I really do what to be his wife.”

She seemed to want to tell me about their first time but she was finding it difficult to get started. I asked what I thought to be a semi-safe question to remind her that we could talk about anything. “Did you and Ryan ever have that talk about whether he was right in threatening to spank you that time?”

Now she had just told me with barely a blush that they were sexually active but this question brought a violent blush to her cheeks and I realized I had hit a nerve. “Now honey” I said hastily “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

“No” she said “That’s really part of it. That’s why I wanted to tell you. I knew you would understand.”

Taking another deep breath she began. This was the story she told me.

~0~

You remember Ryan got off school for Christmas a few days before I did. I knew he was coming in Tuesday morning and I wanted to be with him not stuck in some class doing reviews on stuff I already knew. So I decided to ditch that day and be at Ryan’s when he got home. (I raised my eyebrows at her but I didn’t interrupt.)

So I snuck away from school and went to Ryan’s (Ryan lives in Sue and Steve’s guest house when he’s here. And I happen to know that one rule her parents gave her was that she was never to be there with Ryan alone. So much for rules…) I parked behind the house in case Mom or Daddy drove by. And I was inside waiting when Ryan walked in. He seemed really happy to see me. We don’t get to be alone much with my parents and Drew around all the time. So we kissed for a while. That was sooooo nice.

We fixed some lunch and we were talking when I said something about this being a lot more fun than an algebra review. Ryan said “Are you supposed to be in class? I thought maybe it was a teacher work day. Are you skipping?”

“Yeah, I’m skipping – it’s no big deal. I’m only missing reviews and I know all that stuff any way.”

“It’s gonna be a big deal if your parents find out. They’re gonna kill you and blame me. You aren’t even supposed to be in here are you?”

“Well you didn’t seem to mind a minute ago when we were kissing!” I pointed out to him. I was getting a little mad at him.

He didn’t seem to care that I was getting mad. Then he said “Cutting school and lying to your parents is just the kind of thing you need to be spanked for.”

Cassie I have to tell you it was like he flipped a switch in that room! Everything seemed electrified. He just looked at me for a minute and then said “Don’t you agree?”

I don’t know how long I stared at him but finally I just nodded. He came right around the counter and took my hand and we went over to the sofa. Cassie I swear I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I wasn’t even sure why I had said yes. And I didn’t know what to expect. If Mom or Daddy ever spanked me when I was little I don’t remember.

He kinda pulled me down over his knee and started spanking me over my jeans. It didn’t hurt too much – just embarrassing like I said. But then he started talking and started spanking a little harder. At first he was just saying that I was supposed to be there for my reviews and stuff like that but then he started spanking harder the longer he talked (Now that’s pure Tom!).

He said “You know if your parents find out you skipped school and spent the day over here there’s gonna be hell to pay! They’ll ground you and we won’t be able to see each other for the whole holiday, is that what you want?”

It’s was starting to sting more then and I told him “Of course not. But they won’t find out. I’ve got it covered and any way, you’re at fault too. You let me stay.” Wow Cassie, I found out real you really don’t want to say something to make him mad while he’s spanking cause then he started spanking really hard. (LOL, the girl learns fast – keeping my mouth shut during a spanking and not saying anything to antagonize Tom further is something I’m still struggling with 40 years later!)

He was spanking really hard by then and I was telling him to stop. He was asking if I was gonna skip school and more and I was telling him ‘no’ and then he said I better ace the exam for the classes where I was missing the reviews or he would spank me again.

But then he stopped and he was really sweet. He helped me up and hugged me and told me everything was going to be alright. Cassie I was feeling … feeling … I don’t know how to describe it. I have tried to talk Ryan into going to bed with me before and he wouldn’t but I felt right then like I wasn’t gonna take no for an answer. We started kissing again and I kinda backed toward the bedroom and said “Please…” and Ryan said “We can’t…” But he didn’t sound too convinced.

“Ryan – yes we CAN!” I told him. I don’t know if girls are supposed to be so pushy but I started unbuckling his belt and he seem to kinda give in then and we … well we … you know. Allie was crimson by this time and I just nodded.

~0~

Allie and I were quite for a while and I got up for fresh coffee and to give her time to compose herself. When I sat back down I asked her “Well was it what you expected?”

She colored again and said “Not really. I mean in all the romance novels everything is just perfect. I remember wishing my panties and bra matched” she laughed, “and frantically wondering when was the last time I had shaved my legs!” I couldn’t help laughing at her. I knew she was telling me exactly what she had been thinking at the time.

“One other thing they don’t really tell you about in the novels. It hurts. I wasn’t really expecting that. But Ryan was really sweet and he was slow and gentle. I didn’t see any fireworks or stuff like they tell you about, but when Ryan… well when he…” She couldn’t quite get the words out. “Well I mean after when I saw how much he had enjoyed it, I felt - I don’t know, powerful maybe. It was a really special afternoon. I think I liked talking afterwards the most. It didn’t feel uncomfortable being undressed or anything. It was really nice just to lie there together. But now it doesn’t hurt anymore and now it’s a lot more like the novels say! It’s great!! Oh Cassie can you remember how wonderful it is?”

I bristled a bit at the question. “Well considering it was this morning, yes! I can remember quite well, thank you!” Oh my, I shouldn't have said that but really!

Allie looked startled. “I didn’t mean… I just thought… I mean you still…?”

I couldn’t help laughing at her discomfort. “We’re old honey, we’re not dead. Check back with me in 50 years and we’ll see how you and Ryan are doing!”

She gave me a big grin at that thought. I think she had just found out more about me than she had expected to. But a sudden thought hit me. “You children used protection didn’t you?”

“Of course! The doctor put me on the pill when I was 14 for some medical stuff. Ryan knew that already,”

“That’s good honey but that only protects against pregnancy you know. I mean I know you two but still…”

“Cassie, Ryan’s way ahead of you. That day we went to his school for the party. We went together and got tested for stuff. Ryan said it was best that we both knew and wouldn’t have to worry about it. And we are both completely healthy.”

Well I have to admit they are being more responsible that I would probably have been. I ventured one more question “Do your parents know?”

“NO! It they find out I’ll die! I mean when I tell them I’m 18 I swear they hear 8 instead! They would be really mad and I don’t know how they would feel about Ryan. But I don’t want them to know!”

“Well honey, they won’t hear anything from me. But secrets are hard to keep for very long. You need to be prepared for when they do find out. Now what about Tom? May I tell him? I’m not good at keeping things from him.”

“I told Ryan I was going to tell you – I just had to Cassie, I had to talk to somebody. I mean this is the most important thing in my life right now and I can’t talk about it to anyone. I know Ryan is planning to tell Tom soon but he’s worried that Tom will be disappointed in him for some reason.

“Allie, Tom loves Ryan like a son – we both do. Tom will understand. And honey I’m honored you told me. I’m happy for you. I love both you children very much you know that. But be careful. Keep talking – about everything. If you do that you’ll be alright. And let me know when Ryan tells Tom.”

Allie looked at her watch and jumped up “I’ve been here all day. I promised Mom I’d clean the house today. I gotta run.” She gave me a hug “I love you Cassie!” she told me as she ran out the door. She never saw that she brought tears to my eyes. Who’d thought I’d ever get the chance to play grandmother in my old age? That girl, well both she and Ryan, are a blessing to both Tom and me.

Well I guess that brings you up to date on the other hot love story going on in our neighborhood. Oh, one other thing. I thought to ask Allie the next day “So did you ace the exams Ryan was worried about?”

“I aced two of them” she told me.

“And the third?” I asked.

“Well I made a C on the exam – but a B on the class. But Ryan didn’t consider a C as acing it.”

“So…” I prodded?

“You know how you are always saying Tom is a man of his word?”

I nodded and she grinned “Well Ryan is too!”

Young love – how exciting!

Now a few of you have asked for some of my stories from the past. I’ll work on that for you, although as I told my brother Paul, most of them don’t really show me in a favorable light. But until I get around to writing them up here is one from the old days you might enjoy - And on the Fourth Day...

Hands up

I know I’ve mentioned many times that Tom is very particular about my hands. This goes way back. I can definitely remember him mentioning my hand on our first date. I had had my eye on Tom from the moment I had seen him but it took him a while to finally ask me out. When he finally did I made sure I had the full beauty treatment that day – facial, my hair done and of course a pedicure and a manicure were a must! My hands were smooth because I’d never done a lick of honest work in my life. So once the nails were done to perfection they were quite becoming to a man who loved hands to begin with.

We’ve had more than one ‘discussion’ about me doing things to hurt my hands – my working in the flower bed without my gloves being one of his pet peeves. But one incident stands out as sealing his over protectiveness of my hands – if not other parts of my anatomy.

During the first few years when Tom tried to spank me I often fought him. He’s was 6’2”, 180 and I was 5’2” 110 when we married so the fights were a bit one sided – but overwhelming odds has never stopped me from trying.

We were living out west near the girls and the four girls and I had made plans to attend a luncheon one day. However the day before Sue and I had gone shopping in the afternoon. Our excursion lasted a bit longer that Tom thought it should have (I had arrived home by cab after one the next morning slightly worse for wear). Ah… the wonderful days before I was put on an electronic leash (cell phone). Tom kept his cool that evening but the next morning was a different story.

He was in full lecture mode as I was rudely awakened by the covers being ripped back and that darn brush sailing into my unsuspecting bottom. He was upset – “Gone all day”, “never checked in”, “not home for dinner”, “spending a fortune”, “drinking all night”. I didn’t hear much of what he said; I was yelling pretty loudly myself!

He finally stopped and began rubbing. He used some soothing lotion and finally gave me a hug. He told me how much he worried and that he didn’t like me disappearing for more than half a day drinking with Sue (apparently some things never change). Leaving the room he said “I expect you to join me for breakfast in 15 minutes – you’re not going to lounge around in bed nursing a hangover all day.” Grrrr… I could have used another couple of hours of sleep.

We ate in relative good humor, me sitting in my chair trying to get comfortable. Near the end of I told Tom that I’d be at a luncheon at Lucy’s that afternoon if he was looking for me. He answered “No, you are not leaving the house today.”

Well I flared! Spanking was something I could tolerate, in theory, but my comings and goings being controlled infuriated me and I shouted “You can’t tell me what I may and may not do. I am NOT you prisoner!!”

Tom was very calm – darn him, he answered me “Yes Cassie I will tell you what you may and may not do. I’m your husband. I’ve told you to let me know where you are going to be and to come home at a reasonable hour. You disappeared yesterday so you’re going to stay home today. You are going to realize that I mean what I say. When you finally understand that I’ll give you much more freedom.”

‘He’d give me more freedom’? The utter unfairness of this was more than I could take. I was mad clear through! I swept from the table and went I reached our room I slammed the door as hard as I could. Now I’ve told you Tom is fairly reasonable about slammed doors. Unfortunately one slam didn’t get it out of my system. I opened the door and heaved it back for another mighty slam. It felt wonderful!! Two felt so good I was sure three would put me over the top. It nearly did.

Moments after the third slam Tom came in and quietly closed the door behind him. In a calm voice, which none the less had an ominous quality to it he said “Cassie Jane, I’m telling you right now – that’s enough. Do you understand me?”

I chose not to answer him. I turned my back to him and began brushing my hair. Tom left me alone again and again closed the door quietly. That would have been a good time to call it a draw wouldn’t it? But no, I just couldn’t let it go.

I gave Tom time to get back downstairs then I gave the door one last mighty slam!

It was in that split second, as I heard Tom thundering up the stairs that I realized what I’d done and that I had left myself no escape. Dumbfounded by my own stupidity I was still rooted to the spot when came in and grabbed my arm and the brush all in one movement. I was talking as fast as I could, ‘Didn’t mean to...’, ‘it was an accident…’, ‘it slipped…’ he wasn’t listening to a word. Remember now, I had been spanked thoroughly not an hour before and I just couldn’t help it – I reached back in a vain attempt to protect my bottom when it happened. The brush caught my hand in mid-swing. I screamed and Tom dropped the brush at once.

“I think it’s broken” I cried. Now I didn’t think for one minute that it was really broken but the spanking had stopped and I’d have sworn my neck was broken if it would have kept him from starting again.

But taking a closer look revealed that my little finger was swelling rapidly. Tom helped me dress and Mattie brought ice and Tom and I headed to the ER for X-rays and sure enough it was broken.

Secretly I was delighted. I knew Tom felt just horrible about what had happened. I felt surely his guilt would put an end to my forced relationship with that horrible brush!

Tom was upset over what had happened and he hated the bulky splint on my hand. He felt it was akin to painting a mustache on the Mona Lisa. I was content. I had pain meds (doled out by Tom, but still), I felt I had Tom feeling guilty and I was pretty sure spanking was a thing of the past.

Back home Tom gave me a pain pill and tucked me into bed for a nap. Later he brought me up soup and a sandwich and insisted on feeding me. Afterwards he picked up my injured hand and gently caressed it. Kissing the palm he looked at me and said “I believe we have some unfinished business.”

“What do you mean?” I asked with rapidly growing fear that I had miscalculated.

“I told you specifically not to slam that door this morning and you just had to do it again. I told you that was enough but you didn’t listen.”

“Tom you spanked me for that – You broke my finger!! You can’t spank me again!”

He kissed my hand again. “That’s another thing honey,” he began as he pulled me across his lap and started spanking pretty hard with his hand. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you one more time. Don’t you EVER put your hand back when I’m spanking you! I would never have harmed your hand intentionally (didn’t seem to mind burning my butt off!) but it is your responsibility to keep them out of the line of fire.”

I could not believe it! But I didn’t say anymore at least he was spanking with his hand and with less force than he normally used. But it lasted long enough to reignite the fire he had started earlier in the day. Finishing he rubbed a bit before he sat me up. He sat against the headboard and pulled me over to sit on his lap. He held me quietly for a while. I wanted to be mad at him but it had been a long day and I needed comfort more.

Tom’s good at that and he held me and talked to me for a long time. He told me he was very sorry that my finger was broken. And that he was appalled that he was the reason for it but as he said “Cassie I want you to know that if I’m spanking you and you put your hand back I’ll grab it and hold it while I finish the spanking but as soon as I finish I’ll tie your hands together if I have to, and I’ll take the brush and wear you out for reaching back and I don’t mean maybe girl, that is a promise.”

I surely didn’t like hearing it. My hope of a spank free future had come to nothing. And as usual Tom was certainly a man of his word. In those early years before I mastered the art of clutching a pillow or the comforter with all my might I did reach back a few more times. I now associate Tom’s pinning my right hand to the small of my back as a precursor to some of the hardest spankings I’ve ever had.

It’s funny when I think back. I bet I’m spanked twice as much now as I was in the early years. Those first years I was only spanked for discipline – now trust me there were enough of those to keep Tom’s spanking arm in fantastic shape but now, by far, the vast majority of my spankings are loving – I don’t mean as a precursor to love making (although many are) it’s just … us. I love to be taken over his knee. I love the feel of his hand on my bottom. I love his conversation and his undivided attention. I did not like spanking during our early marriage but even at that looking back I wouldn’t change a thing about our history. It took every bit of our history to get us here and here, with Tom, is exactly where I want to be.

To the movies

I hope everyone had a wonderful New Years. Ours was just lovely! I love the tradition of the bond fire here at the river each New Year Eve. All ages party together. I have enjoyed watching Allie and Ryan over this holiday. I plan to be telling you more about them soon. A love story to be sure!

I wanted to tell you about the birthday presents Tom had waiting for me when we got home from our trip. I don’t know how the man can organize and get things done in such a short time but he can. Tom knows that I love swimming, that’s one of the reasons we moved to the river. The summers are wonderful on the water but I would love to swim year round. At the same time I love my back yard and don’t want the whole thing taken over by a pool. So Tom got me a current pool!



It is installed on the sun porch and I love it. It can be used for swimming year round and it can also be used as a hot tub. We have a small hot tub off our bedroom suite but this one can be used for many people. I love it, love it, love it and I’ve been in it nearly every day.

But upstairs was even better! We have never known exactly what to do with the upstairs. Tom’s office is over the garage. Then there were 2 small bedrooms and a bath that we really don’t need. There is a large play room (the last owners had 9 grandchildren) and a large poach. Well now we no longer have play room – we have an indoor theater complete with a popcorn machine and candy counter, a fully stocked bar, plush seating, wide screen, surround sound! It is so luxurious!



I love my theater and it has seen lots of use. But our most memorial cinema experience came shortly after we returned from by birthday trip.

Annie and Andy had come from the mountains and stayed with Sue and Steve while we finished our trip. When we returned everyone was delighted with my new ‘toys’. One afternoon while the boys were golfing we girls decided to watch a movie. Now you know my standard excuse when I get in trouble is often that its Sue’s fault, but this time it was the absolute truth. Sue brought over the movie.

It began as a silly joke on her part. We were in the theater when Sue said “Get your drinks girls, we have some adult entertainment.” Annie and I just laughed. I was up for watching. Anything Tom won’t let me do is always interesting. Now we hadn’t exactly discussed X-rated movies but I assume it was under the blanket of ‘if you wouldn’t do it if I was standing here – don’t do it!’ rule. But really what was the harm? We were home, it was just the three of us, and we weren’t in a sleazy little theater with dirty old men.

Now you have to know at my age I’ve see a blue movie or two – but admittedly not many in the past 40 years. I will have to tell you – things have changed! With a few false starts and figuring out the buttons Sue managed to get the afternoon entertainment rolling.

Oh my stars and garters! I think the three of us sat there in stunned paralysis. You know I’m no prude but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see such things in a movie! We watched for a relativity short time before I had seen way more than I needed to.

“Sue! Turn this mess off!!” As soon as I spoke it was like the evil spell had been broken and we were able to move. Sue began stabbing at the remote and managed to stop the movie.

“What was that?” I asked in a shaky voice. “How awful! I think I need a shower!”

“I had no idea” Sue admitted, she was just as shocked as Annie and me. “I just thought it was going to be… well I don’t know what I thought it was going to be – but not that!!”

“Shoo…get that out of my house!” I demanded. “And don’t put it in the trash, bury it! If Tom or Steve sees that we’re dead. Did you rent it or what?”

“It was on the used movie table at the video place. I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“And who checked you out that day?” I started laughing “I’m not going back there with you! Now those kids in there are probably talking about what an old pervert you are. They’ve probably told half the town what kinds of movies the Moore’s are watching at night” I continued to tease.

“They are not!” Sue shouted back at me. “I bet they didn’t know what it was either.”

“You keep telling yourself that” I chuckled “Kids know everything.” Now I love tormenting Sue but as Annie and I continued to harass her about her movie choice and about the fact it was probably being broadcast all over town she stormed out of the room and we gleefully trouped after her to keep it up completely forget to remove the offending DVD from the machine. Sigh…

~~0~~

I suppose none of our memories is all that great because as we came back up to watch Casablanca that night with the boys it never once crossed my mind. We were getting settled Tom was fixing us some drinks. Andy pushed start or resume or something. All I know is that suddenly in front of Tom and everyone was the scene that had so horrified us earlier that day. Wide screen – bigger than life! Both Sue and I had our backs to the screen as it began. I saw Annie’s horrified look and frantic pointing as I heard Andy’s ‘What the hell!’

Reality dawned quickly on both Sue and I as we each turned and leaped from opposite sides at the remote. All we managed to do in that first frantic leap was knock the remote to the floor and out of our immediate reach and hit our heads together so solidly that you could have heard the crack down stairs! Grabbing my head with one hand I continued to scramble after the remote. Sue and I managed to grab it at the same time and frantically began pushing button as I heard Tom roar “TURN THAT OFF!”

I couldn’t even see the buttons; we were just madly pressing anything in the hopes of stopping what was happening. We did manage to hit something the cause it to begin playing in fast speed – trust me, that did not help!

Next thing I knew the remote was being grabbed out of my hand and Tom clicked off the offending video. The silence that ensued was immediate and complete. I didn’t dare look at Tom. Steve finally broke the silence with “What the hell was that?”

No one chose to answer him and the silence grew once again. Then Tom spoke “Cassie where did that come from?” I stole a quick look at him. His face was quite stern and I didn’t hold his gaze long. He towers over me enough when I’m standing but sitting on the floor made him appear like a mountain. I don’t know why I was feeling so guilty – I hadn’t brought the darn thing in.

Sue and I have no problem throwing each other under the bus when necessary but I was hesitant for some reason. Without planning it we both turned in unison and stared at Annie. She was having none of it.

“Uh-uh! Don’t look at me! I had nothing to do with this.” She exclaimed.

“Fine, fine – it was me.” Sue admitted. “Shoot me already. I didn’t really know what it was.”

“Suzanna”

Ouch! I hadn’t heard Steve use her full name before. It had the ominous sound of ‘Cassie Jane’ to me. Steve looked very angry and embarrassed at the same time. “I think we need to just go on home now.” He snapped. Sue looked stunned.

“Please stay” Tom asked calmly “Let’s all watch Casablanca. You can talk about this later. Tom was helping us both up off the floor and I couldn’t help staring at him. I just assumed he’d be breathing fire but as the real movie began he continued to tend bar with Steve and soon he joined me in our seat.

I accepted the drink and whispered “Are you mad?” For some reason I was feeling a little guilty, or maybe I should say embarrassed that Tom had see any of the film and knew that I had.

“I am” he answered quietly. “And somebody’s needs a spanking.”

“Don’t be Tom like that Tom. Please tell Steve to forget it. She honestly didn’t know it was like that when she brought it over.”

“I wasn’t referring to Sue, Steve will handle her.” Tom stated flatly. “Now hush, and watch the movie.”

Oh poo, I had known exactly who he was talking about needing a spanking but I did think it was worth the effort. I love Casablanca but I will admit I was a bit distracted during this viewing. When it was over Sue and Steve, Annie and Andy took their leave rather quickly. As they left Tom took a firm grip on my hand and led me toward the bedroom.

He invited me to sit on the bed as we stood beside the dresser – couldn’t he stand somewhere besides near that horrible brush??

I started first “Now Tom there is no reason for me to get a spanking – I didn’t get that movie, I didn’t have any idea Sue was bringing it over. I had nothing to do with it. Now you just come to bed.”

As usual it was as if I were talking to the wind. He began “I assume we’ve been married long enough for you to know my feelings on porn?”

“Of course, but…”

And I assume you knew before Sue started it that it fell somewhat into that category?”

“Yes, but…”

“I’ve see you and Sue disagree so violently the sparks flew so I can’t imagine you being reluctant to tell her no if you and not wanted to see it so I am assuming she showed it with your blessing.”

By this time he had come over and sat beside me and was pulling me across his lap – but he had at least walked away from the ivory brush. I think he landed about 4 swats on my panties and considered that a warm up before they were gone and he was going to town. Gracious, that man can spank!

It wasn’t the hardest spanking I’ve ever gotten – nothing like I would have gotten if I had been the instigator but he had my attention! I could tell his lecture was winding down when he did something he often does but I do hate! Often during his spanking lecture/questioning he’ll hit upon a question that just gets him fired up again. Not my answer, mind you, his question.

Near the end he suddenly asked in a much more serious tone that he had been using “Was Allie over here when you showed that mess?” The spanking had kicked up a notch suddenly.

“NO! Of course not do you think I would have let her see that?” Oh my, that was the wrong thing to say!

“My point exactly!” he exclaimed as he spanked harder “You knew all along it wasn’t something a lady of any age should be viewing.” Sometimes I just can’t win. By the time he had let me up he had surely not left a spot untouched!

I was so happy when he began rubbing. A bit later when we were curled up in bed I asked him “Why did you stop Steve from taking Sue home when he started to? He was ready to wear her out and I would have thought you’d be all for that.”

“I hope he did wear her out when he got her home but he was too angry right then. I thought he needed a little time to cool off.” Hmmm… I suppose but Sue never gets spanked as hard as I do. So I have very little sympathy.

When we went over for brunch the next morning Sue was unexpectedly happy mood. Catching her alone in the kitchen I asked “What are you so happy about – I bet Steve burnt you up last night.”

“Well actually no, I was able to talk him out of a spanking last night. Did you get spanked?” She asked with a chuckle.

“WHAT! Yes I got spanked! You were the one who brought that trash in and I got spanked but you didn’t!” I could not believe the injustice! “And just how did you talk him out of that?” I asked in a clipped tone trying to control my outrage.

“Well, Cassie honey,” she said leaning toward me and whispering as if she were bringing sage wisdom down from the mountain “next time you need to distract your man, just offer to try something we saw in that movie.”

Thankfully Annie was the only one to see me throw the muffin that bounce off Sue’s head as she walked away. Annie found it much more amusing that Tom would have. But just wait the next time I see a bus coming – Sue better be hanging on for dear life – ‘cause I’m ready to do some tossing! That girl owes me one!

2010

Finally - a portrait of the real me!!

Oh my! I found his and I couldn't resist!
Good thing Tom never comes here.

To all my friends here I wish you the very best New Years ever!!

More story and Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas every one. As usual I am as excite as a child about Christmas. I have always love the season but since moving to the river and being able to decorate the house just as I want to it’s even better. The old house was beautiful when decorated but it was done for us and always in white. Beautiful, as I said but I love my colored light and Christmas ornaments that are different and meaningful. I also enjoy the open houses and the easy visiting back and forth throughout our little community. Tom is off until the middle of January so I am so happy to have him at home. Ryan is here also. The riff with his father has not healed despite our encouraging Ryan to keep the lines of communication opened. He promises he will see his family over the holidays and take Allie to meet them but his father did not invite him to spend Christmas with them and Ryan says he would rather be here anyway. He’s staying back in Sue and Steve’s guest house but he will stay here or next door to spend Christmas Eve. He won’t be alone.

Throughout this busy time I have finally found a little time to write and I wanted to tell you about the rest of our trip in October. I thought Tom had been very sweet and understanding about my speech to Phyllis. He really didn’t seem upset with me at all that evening so I was surprised to find myself over his lap practically as I woke up the next morning. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was to be a good girl and I was amused at his ‘reason’ for the spanking.

He had begun at a brisk pace with me protesting and demanding to know the reason for such treatment. “Cassie it’s high time we put an end to the double standard that has appeared in our marriage.”

“Double standard?” I gasped, “You mean the fact that you can do anything you please and I get spanked every time your palm itches?”

“No” Tom emphasized with a hard swat. “I mean the fact that you can act jealous of Phyllis with no cause at all yet I was to accept without comment finding you entertaining not one but two gentlemen here at the cabin during a time you knew I would be gone.”

I had to laugh. He had me there! “You’ve no reason to be jealous of them and you know it. And what’s more I plan to have them back whether you are here or not!” Tom finished the spanking with a flourish and sat me on my feet. That man does have a way of wake me up in every way! I stood there rubbing my poor old sore bottom until he finally offered help, old devil!

I had first seen my two gentleman callers the first day we arrived at the lodge. The first sight, the first sound of them had drawn me like a moth to a flame. Tault Goodman, 93 and his great-grandson Willie, 11, were in the lobby of the lodge playing dulcimers when we arrived. The music seemed to memorize me. I wasn’t able to talk with them then but several days later while Tom was away on some mysterious mission (for my birthday he assured me) I walked down to the lodge and there they were again. I sat and listened for a while and soon we struck up a conversation. I invited them back to the cabin and offered to use one of the lodges golf carts if they wished. Mr. Goodman said that would be fine if I needed it but he preferred to walk – 93 mind you! But I learn that he and Willie walked the two miles from their home several time a week to play at the lodge.

So these were the two gentlemen Tom ‘caught’ me with that day. And perhaps he did have reason to be jealous as Mr. Goodman told Tom “That’s a right sweet little gal ye got thar. I’m a hopin you’re good to ‘er.” Tom assured him that he always tried to be. LOL! I might be getting on up there but there are still some men that find me appealing.

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The next day was to be my birthday celebration and I was so pleased Sue and Steve had come to join us. Tom seemed smug all that day and I began to wonder what he was up to. He began teasing me about my gifts and hoped that I would like them. Now you know my Tom can come up with some pretty nice gifts when he puts his mind to it so I was getting excited myself. I thought we could have a quiet dinner at the cabin but Tom said he had made arrangements for the lodge that night so off we went.

As soon as we walked into the dining room the wait staff and most of the dinner guests began singing happy birthday! I was tickled but as I heard a particular baritones I looked towards the private dining room to see a sight that turned my evening into utter delight. Everyone was there – Lucy and Joe (she has told me the wrong surgery date to fool me), Annie and Andy (with his beautiful deep voice) back from Europe, the only one from our group of five missing was Barbara who really was waiting on a grandchild. But it got even better, several of our close friends from the river were there including Kate and Andrew and last to walk out, and finally bring tears to my eyes, were Allie and Ryan! What a birthday gift from Tom. He had book rooms for everyone and had them all come to my party. I can’t tell you when I have been any more surprised and thrilled.



The meal, the wine and the birthday cake were the best I’ve ever had – but the company was priceless. After dinner there were presents, I love presents and I got some lovely things but I’ll tell you about three of them. One of my very favorites was from Allie and Ryan. They had put together a photo album beginning two years ago when we first moved to the river. Allie has become a truly accomplished photographer. All are candied shots, Tom and I together, Willow, actions shots of us skiing. There were pictures of all those we love at the river. One they include was me hunkered down behind a large stump getting ready to shoot Drew with his own paint gun. “Cassie! I thought I told you paint ball was off limits!” Tom said in a firm voice as I hastily turned the page and Allie exclaimed to Ryan “I thought I told you to leave that one out!!”. I heard Ryan laugh and thought again just how much he’s like Tom.

The best shot was the last in the book. Tom and I were sitting at the end of our dock watching a beautiful sunset. We’re really no more than silhouette in the picture. But you can tell Tom has his arm around me and I am leaning my head over on him. It is so peaceful and calm looking. I do love it and I love the children for creating and putting this together album together.

Tom’s gift to me was a dulcimer. It was just lovely, hand made by Tault Goodman himself. Mr. Goodman has been making dulcimers for over 70 years. Some selling for more than $200 but he wouldn’t let Tom pay him a penny. He said he made them and he could sell them or give them away as he pleased.



All he ask of Tom was to “Tell his purtty little wife to think kindly of ol’ Tault when she plays it.” I certainly do that. Now I really can’t play it yet of course but I have managed to play the first little bit of several Christmas carols. I have a book and I have been practicing. Maybe next year if we go back I can play a bit for Mr. Goodman.

I’ll tell you about Steve’s gift last because it was certainly the hit of the party. When all other gifts had been given, including Tom’s Steve stood up as if to make a speech.

“Cassie” he began “I spent a great deal of time thinking about what I wanted to get you this year. I wanted it to be different. I wanted to give you something you needed, something that you didn’t have. Tom mentioned it was something you had done without for years and he really wanted you to have it.” I looked over at Tom questioningly but he looked as puzzled as I. Steve went on “I am now in a financial position to give my second favorite lady in the world something that she needs desperately.” Walking over to the window he reached down behind the curtain and picked up what looked to be a heavy canvas sack. Lifting it up, he sat it before me with a loud thump. “Go on, open it!” he encouraged.

Pulling the ribbon from around the neck of the bag caused it to fall over and spill some of its contents on the table – pennies, bright shinny pennies, $50 worth! “There you go” Steve crowed “Common cents!! Something you’ve been lacking all your life. Now how about sharing some of that with Sue when she needs it!”

I swear I thought Tom was going to hurt himself laughing! Not that he was the only one! I tried to scowl at Steve but will all the laughter around I just couldn’t help joining in. On my, what an evening! I just don’t know when I had had a better time.

As the dinner was drawing to a close Tom stood up to make a toast. It was so sweet, so touching that I was misting up and I saw a few other dabbing at their eyes when I heard Tom say. “And here now with so many of our friends present there is one more thing I would like to do with Cassie’s permission…” He bent down and whispered in my ear, “Honey, we’re among friends here. Why don’t I just give you your birthday spanking now?”

I went totally numb and according to everyone else my eyes got big as saucers and I blushed to my roots! After receiving the exact reaction he had hoped for Tom continued “Well another time perhaps.” Dog-gone-him! He is the one always wanting me to act like a lady but at the same time nothing pleases him more than to make me squirm! Coming at the end of such a sweet toast I had complete missed the teasing quality of his pretend request. And he calls ME a brat!

Everyone was still laughing and questioning me as we all left the lodge and headed to the cabin. Tom is so proper no one could imagine what he would have said to fluster me so. There were only four that were not pumping me for the details – Sue and Steve and Allie and Ryan, hmmm… wonder why? LOL!

The party lasted until the wee hours. Willow was in heaven feeling that everyone had come specifically to see her. The party was truly the best I have ever attended. All the people I loved had come to see me. You can’t imagine how that made me feel. I had other presents waiting at home that were fabulous! I’ll tell you about them later. And yes, I did get my birthday and anniversary spanking – but it was done in private!

To all my dear friends here – I hope you will come back to visit in the new year. I still love sharing my stories and I do love it when company comes by.

And Merry Christmas to you all from

Tom, Cassie and Willow

Birthday trip, continued

Our trip continued, here is where you can find the first part.

Tom and I often planned little day trips and we were gone for both lunch and dinner for the next two days and managed to avoid the disgusting duo. I was really hoping those two had moved on, but no, the next time we went to dinner – there they were. Thankfully they were seated with, and torturing, another couple that night. Of course that didn’t stop Phyllis from shouting across the room to Tom how much she had enjoyed having coffee with him the past three mornings.

I said nothing until we were seated then I simply raised an eyebrow in question. Tom didn’t have the good grace to look even the tiniest bit guilty. “You know I stop in here for coffee after I go for my run. Phyllis and Burt have been here each morning and Phyllis uses the time to chat up all the men. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would probably insist on coming with me just to visit with her and I knew you needed your rest.” My silver tongued devil!

“Honey that’s just fine. You just keep you dates with your girlfriend to the mornings so I won’t have to be around her.” About that time another couple was seated with us and we had a lovely evening. They have a small dinner band and dancing and you know I enjoy that. All was well until I went to the powder room and came out to see that hussy dancing with my husband. She had her pumped up breast pressed into him so hard I feared she might pop them and fly around the room backwards. As enjoyable as that might have been to watch I had seen all that I could take. Returning to the table I told our dinner companions that I had enjoyed our evening and that I was going back to our cabin. With that I took off in the car – I figured if Tom had the energy to dance he could certainly find the energy to walk. I did think about going for a drive, mostly to drive Tom crazy but even thought I was thoroughly mad I wasn’t really mad at Tom.

He was less than 10 minutes behind me. He came in calling ‘Cassie’ but I had taken a glass of wine out on the deck and chose not to answer him. Whether my anger was directed at him or not he was the best target to take it out on. I must be slipping in my old age; I was standing at the rail when he came out. In hindsight I should defiantly have been sitting.

Without warning he delivered several hard pops to my backside along with a mini-lecture. “Girl I don’t care how mad you are over anything – you run off on me again and I’ll wear you out. Do you understand or should I explain more fully.”

“I understand” I snapped “But you can’t have it both ways! I assumed you didn’t want me making a scene. I would have been happy to have come on the dance floor and scratched her eyes out but instead I left. Now if you are going to continue to play footies with that strumpet you need to pick which you want me to do – attack or leave!”

Tom put his arms around me “Cassie what in the world has gotten into you? You’ve seen women flirt with me before over the years and you have never gotten this upset. I am married to the most wonderful woman on the planet and the only woman I ever want to be with. You know that. What’s going on?”

I sighed. He was right women have flirted with Tom since we were married, most of the time I find it amusing. I know he’s mine so I really couldn’t tell him what it was about Phyllis that bugged me so – but it did! “I just want them to go!” I stated emphatically “How much longer are they staying?”

“I don’t know honey.”

“Well she’s your girlfriend – ask her!” That got me another pop on the rear.

All I could hope was that they would be gone before my birthday. We usually celebrated with our friends (from the cruise) but this year no one was able to come. Sue and Steve were in California, Annie and her husband in France and Lucy was having minor surgery and Barbara and her husband were eagerly awaiting a new grandbaby and wouldn’t have left for anything. Now the idea of a celebration with just the two of us was just fine with me – but not if Phyllis was going to be around!

Now you know Tom is not one who believes in sleeping late. He’s up to run way too early, then comes home to fix breakfast and always wakes me by eight or a bit after. The next morning I woke up slowly only to realize with a shock it was nearly 9:30! But no Tom. On the kitchen table I found muffins and strawberries and a note.

Cassie,
I had to run out to get something.
Be home around noon.
Call me when you get up.
Tom

I was annoyed that he hadn’t told me he was leaving and I wanted to know where he was. He answered on the first ring. “Sleeping the day away are you girl?”

“Where are you?” I asked.

“Can’t tell you that honey, but I expect to be home by 11:30.”

I was not happy. “Tom does this have anything to do with Phyllis?” I guess I knew it was a foolish question but she had been on my mind.

I heard Tom’s low chuckle. “You hit it Cassie, I left you to run off with the lovely and refined Phyllis. I’ll be in touch in a month or so to let you know where to send my things.” He laughed again and said “I’ll be home soon.” And then he was gone.

I fumed and pouted until I heard him pull in and I headed out loaded for bear. But my annoyance turned to pure delight as Sue and Steve stepped out of the car. I was so happy to see them! I hadn’t seen Sue in more than two weeks. They had cut their trip a little short just to come for my birthday!

We gave them a tour of the cabin and let them admire our view. Sue was impressed – and that’s hard to do sometimes. “Cassie this place is gorgeous! Have you been enjoying yourselves.”

“I love it here! Everything would be perfect except for the Phyllis-tine!” I told her. Tom just shook his head and didn’t try to stop my ranting. I told Sue everything. She listened intently as Tom and Steve fixed us some drinks.

When I finally ran down Sue said “Okay, I say we go bitch slap her then scout out a good place to hide the body!”

Tom and Steve both shouted “SUE!” as I started laughing. Oh my, it was good to have my friend here!

“What?” Sue wanted to know. “I’m just being supportive.”

After several stern admonishments the boys headed off to play a round of golf while Sue and I spent the afternoon getting caught up on California friends and those back in the neighborhood. All this was interspersed with stabbing pins into an imaginary Phyllis doll and helping support the wine industry.

When the boys returned we made arrangements to meet Sue and Steve at the lodge for an early dinner so that we could come back and enjoy the sunset from the back deck. They headed on down to get settled in their room and I took a quick shower. Tom came in to help me dry off as he often does but before I had time to protest he had led me to the bed and placed me in his favorite ‘conversation’ position. He wasn’t mad, but neither was he kidding and he began a hard hand spanking.

I, of course, was protesting that I had done nothing to be spanked for. Tom paused for a minute “You’re right and I plan on keeping it that way. Ten more hard pops and he asked “Do I have your attention?”

“Yes!” I answered firmly “couldn’t you just tap me on the shoulder or say ‘Cassie’ for goodness sakes?

“This has always worked best for me. So if you’re listening I want you to hear this. Your jealously over his silly woman is becoming ridiculous. You insult me and belittle yourself by paying once ounce of attention to her. I’m not mad Cassie but you better take this as a warning of what is to come if you don’t control yourself in this matter.”

I wonder if he could have spanked any harder with his hand if he had been mad. I don’t know if all husband can talk and spank so well at the same time but Tom has mastered it.

“I invite Sue and Steve here to celebrate your birthday. Don’t let trying to show off for Sue get you in trouble. You know it’s happened on more than one occasion. If that woman is there tonight you better make it your business to ignore her – do you hear what I’m saying girl?” By that time he had gotten to my thighs and I was catching every word!

“Tom! Stop!” I begged “Haven’t I kept my cool every time! Let me up!”

He stopped spanking and began rubbing. He soon helped me up and put his arms around me. Still rubbing he asked “Are you going to be sore?” I nodded into his chest. “Good” he said “I wanted to make sure you feel that all through dinner. Now if you see Phyllis you just think what the hair brush would feel like on top of that.”

I didn’t think that was particularly fair but I kept my mouth shut for once and prayed that our early dinner time would spare me the entire problem.

It seemed to be working. We had a lovely dinner with no Phyllis in site. But our luck wasn’t to last. We were lingering over coffee when I spotted them. Phyllis scanned the room and honed in on Tom at once. I barely had time to kick Sue under the table as warning for the incoming danger.

I want to tell you that woman grabbed a chair from the next table, plopped her behind in it and pulled right up to our table – actually pushing Sue’s chair to the side as she did so! I was scared for a moment Sue was going to attack before I was able to.

Phyllis acknowledged no one else at the table as she grabbed Tom’s arm and stuck her boobs in his face.

I had had plenty of wine earlier, drinks with dinner and Sue’s sympathetic ear all afternoon.

Hair brush be damned.

I had had ENOUGH! It was time for my say.

“Mrs. Hawkins” I began.

“Oh honey, you can call me Phyllis.” She interjected without looking my way.

“There are a great many things I could call you madam, including madam, but most of those names aren’t considered proper to use in a polite conversation so I will just tell you want you need to know.”

I had her attention then so I continued, “You need to put your drooling tongue back in your mouth, your mascara spider eyes back into your head and your fake boobs back into that cheap dress that is two sizes too small for you. The man you are so eagerly pawing is my husband and although he rarely needs rescuing I am stepping because he is too much of a gentleman to know how to get rid of a cheap slut that clings like lint. So I am telling you straight out – keep away from both of us. It is not normally my job to take out the trash but trust me if you lay one more finger on my husband I’ll kick your slutty butt into next week!”

There was total silence for a moment but Sue’s face was priceless and even in my tirade it was all I could do to keep from grinning at her. Phyllis slow rose to her feet and I rose to match her. Tom reached out to take my arm but I shook him off. Phyllis put full drama in her voice as she started,

“Well I never…” she began.

“And you’re never going to!” I answered flatly.

I stayed on my feel staring until Phyllis turned and flounced away. I had not shouted, only those sitting close and paying attention could have heard me. But as I sat I did receive grins and a thumbs-up from the tables closest to us. Sitting also reminded me of Tom earlier talk and promise of more to come. I was not looking forward to that but I still had no regrets.

Even without looking at him I knew Tom was not happy. I remained quiet and was careful not to speak with Sue, who looked nearly ready to pop. As proud as she was of me she knew congratulation at that moment could truly set Tom off. A bit of help came from the place I least expected.

Steve came out with “Well Cassie I think you handled that like a lady.” We all turned to look at him. He continued “A lady always speaks the truth and it seems you did. You didn’t use bad language and you didn’t raise your voice. And I feel the matter is completely settled. Wouldn’t you say so Tom?” It was a lovely effort on his part. His big mouth has caused me to be spanked more than once. Perhaps he was trying to make up for past transgressions.

Tom game a non-committal ‘hmmmm…’ then added, “I think it’s time to go.” As we were getting up our waiter came hurrying over with a large picnic basket and presented it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked him taking the basket.

“Miss Cassie that’s a large vanilla-raspberry swirl cheese cake complements of the management and a bottle of wine from that couple just leaving – here’s a note from them. I opened the note to read “That was beautiful! We had dinner with them last night.”

I passed the note to Tom and got another ‘Hmmm…’

The ride back to the cabin was in total silence. Tom parked but made no move get out of the car. Suddenly the silence was broken by Tom’s laughter – goodness I can’t remember when I have seen him laugh with such abandonment. It didn’t take the rest of us long to join him. There we were four old folks sitting in the car laughing until we cried.

The rest of the evening was perfect! The company, the cheesecake, the wine and the sunset couldn’t have been better. As the sun slipped behind the far mountain Tom drew me down to sit on his lap and whispered in my ear. “Thanks for the rescue honey. You slayed the dragon and you did it mostly like a lady.”

I chuckled and completely relaxed knowing there would be no hairbrush in my immediate future. My birthday was just around the corner and I knew there was more fun to come. I hope you’ll come back to hear all about the celebration.