Cane or Crop or Not ?

I need to have more information on the use of canes and crops. We have never used either. Tom did use a switch once when he was really mad, REALLY mad, and I hated every second of it. That was a long time ago. So I never wanted to try anything similar. Although Tom does the chosing I think he knew my aversion to this type of implement. Reading all the different blogs has got me wondering.

I know that Tigger made an excellent point that I not have it around when Tom sees our new toys if I do sneak around to get toys. But I am wondering if I even want to try either one at all at this point in my life. Any suggestions, I'm no spring chicken but I am always up for a new adventure. What do you think?

I"ve got a plan

It is very strange that Sky asked me this question just as I sat down to write this post. I am beginning to formulate a plan. It’s probably not the best plan and I am certain that even if it works like I think it will, I know that I’m going to end up over Tom’s knee, but I think it might be worth it. I am blaming the germination of this idea on Sky and Bonnie. You have both shown me some wonderful toys and told about even more. I am trying to decide how I can get some of my own.

There is an adult store close by but of course I can’t go there. There is no way I can order anything off of the internet without Tom becoming too much into my internet business. But there may be one other way. Usually sometime in August or September we five girls get together at one of our favorite resorts. In the last few years we have been going without the guys. Tom hates the idea, for some reason he doesn’t trust all of us together. Imagine that!! But after a long lecture of dos and don’ts off we go and I haven’t been in trouble once.

Now I know that there is a toy store there because I have been to this area with Tom. I could never get Tom to go to the store and he certainly wouldn’t let me! But I’m sure that the girls will cover for me if I ask them to. Since our conversation about spanking I know that they think I am strange and kinky but they love me anyway. I’ll buy whatever I want and bring it home. I can tell Tom that we were all just got silly and began daring each other until we all just went in and once we were in I figured, why not. I know he will be mad but I also think that he will eventually use whatever I buy. I sure hope I can choose toys that are enough fun to be worth the rump roast I know I’ll get when he finds out! I can’t think of any other way. So give any suggestions of your favorite store bought toys (I don’t have any, but I can’t buy the store out) because this may be a once in a lifetime shot!

Learning Bad Habits

We have a wonderful marriage. I don’t know of a better one. The first years, however, had their rocky periods. During these years we didn’t play. Spankings were always serious if not always severe. At first I didn’t even realize that it was the spanking that was making the sex so good, I thought it was just good make-up sex after I had done something to deserve punishment. It didn’t take long of course to realize that the spanking itself was something I longed for.

As time went on I naturally fell into the persona of the wife Tom wanted. I pretty much stopped cursing, telling crude jokes in mixed company and I nearly always behaved like a lady, at least whenever Tom was around! But then I had to make the choice to do something that actually annoyed him to get what I wanted. It wasn’t long before Tom came up with the solution.

Back then I really enjoyed dressing up when we went out. I love buying clothes and I was picky about taking care of them. Everything had to be hung up just right, shoes put away, items to go to the cleaners in one hamper and laundry in another. It was one of the few things I would fuss at Tom about. He had no problem leaving his shirt on the back of the chair (still doesn’t) or missing the hamper with his socks.

We were out late one evening. I came upstairs to get ready for bed. I laid my dress on the bed for a minute and went into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Tom was standing in the middle of the room where he had pulled the bedroom “spanking chair”. Now you have to know I had been good as gold for weeks. I had done absolute nothing to deserve a spanking. I quickly asked “What have I done? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

Tom looked pretty angry to me, but I was at a total loss. He began asking questions. “Is your clothing allowance large enough? Have I ever told you that you couldn’t buy a new dress or shoes?” I told him that he was wonderful about clothes. But I was actually thinking that he was losing his mind. Then he launched into his lecture. “I buy you beautiful clothes; some of them are quite expensive. I don’t think that it is too much to ask that you take of them. I don’t like it when I come in here and see your new dress just thrown down on the bed like an old rag.” I was furious! I started in with “How dare you…” But he cut me off and went on to say “So from now on if I find your clothes thrown around like I have tonight you are getting a spanking – like you’re getting tonight.”

Finally I realized what he was doing. Okay, so I was a little slow on the uptake but this had come out of left field for me. I shut up then. I was wearing my bra and panties and a slip (does any one wear a slip any more?) He started with his hand my head was still reeling but this was feeling pretty good and I was all for it. In a few minutes he stood me up and took off the slip. He unhooked my bra and I stood there in my panties. I know he realizes the effect it has on me to be in this situation when he is still dressed as he was when we went out for the evening, even his tie. He got up and went to the desk and picked up the old, heavy school ruler. He came and led me over to the bed where he took down my panties. As he bent me over the bed he said “I hope that this teaches you to hang up your clothes in the future”. My thought at the time was “Don’t count on it!”

The first few smacks with the ruler hurt! In a few minutes he stopped and said “spread your legs” this was new but I did as I was told. When I felt his hand between my legs I think I jumped a foot. Always before the spanking and sex were two separate events, I mean one followed the other but not like this. As he rubbed me almost to orgasm he said in a most stern voice “Cassie, I am trying to discipline you and you seem to be enjoying this.” Oh that delicious wave of embarrassment that we all love so much just swept over me. He said “Well I’ll fix that!” and he took off with the ruler. Wow what a sting!!

It didn’t last much longer when he threw the ruler over his shoulder and begin taking his clothes off. Sky rockets and sparklers!! What a wonderful evening! This was such a wonderful change in our lives. When we first started with this if felt like burning all the hangers in the closet!

I felt like a kid in a candy store. I could have what I wanted any time I wanted it. I do feel like it brought us even closer together because I didn’t feel the need to make him mad anymore. We have come a long way since that night. Games come and go and it had been a long time since I had thought of this. I tried it again last night. Starting at the door I left a trail of clothing along the floor - shoes, slacks, blouse, bra, and panties. Tom was up shortly and stopped just inside the door to survey the scene. He just shook his head and he walked over and picked up the small paddle and said “Cassie, when will you ever learn?”

Attention, attention - I love it!

Tom has taken me at my word that I don’t like to be ignored. We have had a ball the last few days. We have looked at antiques and we have bought panties (thanks Bonnie!). We have been on a picnic and a bike ride. We have gone to a play and we have gone dancing. Okay the dancing was only in our living room but it was still fun! At most of those places I also ended up getting my bottom popped at least a couple of time as Tom said “To make sure I knew he was around”. He said it was too quiet for such thing in the antique store so he made up for it just before the bike ride. Oh yes, he has been taking good care of me!

He is also trying to soften me up because he has been offered another consulting job that will last at least 2 months. He will not have to travel too much but it will keep him busy. I thought retired meant you didn’t work any more. Tom doesn’t see it that way. I promise to be a good girl, unless I am not getting anyattention.. If that happens I'll make my presents known. I shouldn't complain Tom has never neglected me even when he was working full time. I have just gotten used to him being around the past few years.

I may even have a job. I volunteer in a school near out home. A few years ago they asked me to take a course so I could become a substitute. I like this work and I can just work the days that I want to. I guess I am living my life backwards. I got my first job at 62! I will just have to be careful now that I have obtained a new vocabulary. When they ask me who I am subbing for I must not say “Tom, same as always!”

I'm Back

I’m over it. I feel like I am back to being myself. I rarely get in one of those moods anymore, but I let it take over yesterday. First of all, I didn’t really mean to blame blogging. I should have blamed reading. I was just so lonely yesterday I spent too much of the time reading the different blogs and to put it bluntly; I think I was just horny. We have a wonderful sex life and we always have. But now that I started reading about others and their adventures I am even more interested in being with Tom.

He got in a little after 10 last night. He was tired. He came in and kissed me then sat down in his chair. Within in 10 minutes he was asleep. I know I had a lot of choices, I could have awakening him gently and taken him off to bed. I could have explained how much I missed him, I could have done lots of intelligent things – I didn’t.

What I did was go to the bedroom and slam the door as hard as I could. When I heard the sound as loud as a rifle shot, well, that was when all the better ideas came to me. In a minute Tom opened the door and I was just sitting on the bed glaring at him. He must have had a great golf game because he seemed more amused than angry. He just said “Cassie, what has gotten into you?” So I let him have it about being gone all day and just about anything else I could think of. He let me rant until I ran down and started crying.

He held out his arms and said “Come here” I couldn’t resist. He just held me and let me cry for a minute then he asked if I was okay. I nodded and he popped my rear so hard it sounded as loud as the door slam! He said “We’re going to bed and we will talk about this more in the morning”. Well, I wanted to feel his touch. I felt it and had the hand print to prove too!

I woke up to Tom saying, “roll over”. He started with his hand but it was pretty hard. He reached down and got his slipper then he pulled me over his knee. He didn’t seem mad but he made it clear that I was going to have to get a grip. I was perfectly capable of spending the day by myself without ending up pitching a tantrum. He pretty much summed it up with the fact that I wasn’t the one in charge, he was! After all this time I guess I still have to hear (and feel) that every once and a while. Oh, but after my spanking he truly made up for being away yesterday!

Usually I am happy and up beat. That’s why yesterday felt so strange. I don't know why it happened, but I’m back and I feel normal again!

Cassie

I'm mad !

I’m in a foul mood. I’m lonely, I’m bored and I getting real pissed at Tom. I don’t care if he goes golfing but he has been gone all day! He left before 6 this morning. They had to go way off in the mountains – we have golf courses around here- and they were going to play 36 holes! He called 30 minutes ago to let me know he was headed home, so he won’t get here until after 10 o’clock. I want him home.

I think blogging is making this worse. I love reading what everyone has to say. But suddenly I want more attention than I am getting. Since we are not kids any more there is only so much energy to go around and he is spending in on the golf course! I’ve spent the day pacing and in the last hour I’ve been slamming doors. I feel like going to the movies or something and let him sit here by himself when he gets home and wonder where I am!

I hate this feeling. I feel needy and that makes me mad. I want to feel him touch me. I don’t care how right now. I really don’t want to be bitchy when he comes home. He hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s just me and I need SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!

Cassie

South of the Boarder, part 2

South of the Boarder -- Part 2

I had spent the afternoon in a dirty, nasty jail cell waiting and worrying about what Tom was going to do when he finally got there. To say that I was surprised at his actions is an understatement.

I think the word that best describes Tom would be dignified. He has no trouble showing affection in public. We always hold hands, he’ll kiss me and I’ve had friends tell us we are hot when we dance. But at the same time he is always reserved and does not show emotions in public.

As I came into the jail lobby, however, this wasn’t the case. He literally pushed past the other husband and grabbed me up in a hug that lifted me off the floor. I was expecting anything from an immediate spanking to an icy stare that was the equivalent of “wait until I get you home”. In a further shock to my system, when he sat me down I saw that he was crying. I had never seen that before (and only twice since). I could have understood anger but this reaction blew me away. I wasn’t until we had taken care of the paper work and were on the way back in the resorts van that I found out the reason for Tom’s unusual reaction.

It seems that the boy who had been sent from the resort to find our golfers had gotten the story a bit garbled. All the guys knew was that their wives had gone to Mexico, there had been some type of robbery or car jacking and they needed to get to the police station. So basically the guys had spent over 3 hours not knowing if we were dead or alive. From the time Tom and I got together I always knew how important he was in my life. That day was the first time I realized that I was just as important to him. Tom was quiet all the way back to the resort. He just held me close and didn’t say a word.

Finally after the longest day of my life we got back to the room. Tom still seemed so strange he just sat in the chair and closed his eyes. I sat on the floor in front of him. When he opened his eyes I told him how sorry I was for the whole horrible day. He just nodded his head. I took a deep breath and asked him in a small voice if he was going to spank me. He gave me a small smile and said “Oh yes, but not tonight.” We went to the bedroom and he undressed me and tucked me in bed. He came to bed and we just held each other. We were far to exhausted to do anything else.

I woke about 7 o’clock the next morning. Tom was up and dressed and sitting in a chair watching me. He did not look happy. The closest I can come to understanding what seemed to be happening was when a friend lost her child for about a half hour before the child was found hiding. I was getting this whole “Thank God you’re alive, now I’m going to kill you!” feeling. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back I reached for my robe but Tom said “Don’t bother”.

Now he seemed to be able to do the talking he couldn’t do yesterday. He said he couldn’t believe what we had done. Sneaking off to Mexico when I knew good and well he would have forbidden it if he had known. Drinking and picking up men in a bar. Getting in a car and going off with strangers – GOING OFF WITH STRANGERS! Something he average 3 year old knows not to do. He said it was a miracle that we hadn’t been beaten, raped or killed. I couldn’t think of a thing to say in our defense. If I can interject a piece of advice here; if you have a husband that spanks, and if he really loves you, don’t ever give him an excuse like this. When he had me lay across the bed and picked up his belt he was still mad and he was still scared and both of these facts came through to me clearly! As he often threatens he just wore me out! No warm up, no breaks, just the fire and deep pain that can only be produced by a husband who had spent the previous afternoon fearing that the love of his life was dead.

It was eventually over. He crawled up on the bed and held me while I cried. I really did feel awful about what I had put him through. However, my guilt over this dissipated rapidly as he explained what I considered to be the rest of my punishment.

He said that since he didn’t feel he could trust me on my own that I wasn’t going to be out of his sight for the rest of the trip. I had to go to the stupid meetings with him. They were totally boring and to my horror I realized that we would be sitting on folding metal chairs!!! I nearly burst into tears again. Those awful chairs would hurt the vanilla bottom and mine had just had nearly 30 licks from a belt delivered by an angry husband. I sat for nearly 90 minutes before the first break at which time he took pity on me and let me stand by the wall near him (what a prince!).

We spent the afternoon on the golf course. All five of us girl had to go watch them play golf; but only two of us had to go to the stupid meeting. One of the guys commented that it was like taking a flock of hens golfing. I wanted to give him the finger but the way my luck was running I knew Tom would see and pissing Tom off any further was not on my list of things to do for the rest of the day. I love spending time with Tom but by the end of this trip I realized that 24/7 is not all its cracked up to be.

As for the prostitution license, I knew he had bought one to get me out of jail. But I never brought it up and I never even saw it until several years late when I found it during a move. It now hangs in a place of honor on our bedroom wall. Except on rare occasions when I find it on the bed along with a sum of money – but that another story.

So to all you younger women reading my stories: Remember I am a licensed professional, don't try this at home!

South of the Boarder

This is another story from way back when I was even crazier that I am today. Once again we were with the group from the cruise (See Cassie’s Most Memorable if you don’t know about the cruise). We were in southern Arizona at a seminar that the guy wanted to attend (mostly they wanted to golf). We girls mostly sat around the pool to drink and gossip or we went shopping.

One morning one of the girls suggested that we drive into Mexico and check out some of the boarder towns and do some shopping. I knew for a fact that Tom would not approve, but the boys had already gone to their meeting so I couldn’t ask. We decided to try it for the day. We borrowed a car from the resort and drove there in about an hour. I wasn’t too impressed, mostly cheap tourist junk but we found a nice place for lunch. The little restaurant wasn’t too crowded and we began talking and laughing with the waiter, the bartender and two young men sitting the bar. We were probably drinking a bit too much and these boys were all flirting with us even though we were old enough to be the mothers of any of them.

The boys at the bar came to sit with us and told us that this town was just a tourist trap but that another town about 20 minutes away had some beautiful pieces, carvings, weaving, etc. They offered to drive us over and like the idiots I now know we were, we accepted. We seemed to be traveling through some rough back road and arrived at a town that looked worse than the first one. They stopped on a narrow, seeding looking little street and announced that this was the place.

We stepped out of the car with more that a bit of apprehension. As we turned back to the boys to question if this was the right place, one of them pulled out a knife and demanded our purses. We stood in shock as they grabbed our bags, leaped back into our car and disappeared! It had happened so fast it didn’t seem real. We just stood staring at one another until the realization sunk in: we were in a foreign country, we had no car, we had no money, we had no ID, and our husbands had no idea where we were. Foolishly, I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

As we stood trying to gather out wits about us, a man in uniform came up to us. He seemed to be a policeman. We tried to explain what had happened but none of us spoke Spanish. He seemed to want see our license. We kept trying to explain we did not have then, we had been robbed. He motioned for us to follow and we soon arrived at a shabby little jail. We were led into the small holding cell. I assumed we were just going to wait there when the door was locked behind us! What in the hell was going on??!

Shortly another officer came in. He spoke English! We explained to him what had happened. He listened respectfully then he explained to us that we were under arrest for, are you ready – prostitution without a license! As he explained we began to realize we had fallen into a scam much like the speed traps you used to come across in small southern towns. We were told that women found in that part of town, without a male family member, were considered prostitutes and were required to have a license. He went on to explain that we had two options. One, we could fight the charges. This would require a trial during which we would remain in jail. We would have to pay court cost; we would probably lose and end up paying a $1,000 fine and possible 6 months in jail! OR two, we could buy a $10 prostitution license. I am not making this up! I just sat on the bench and put my head in my hands and tried to come up with the Spanish words for “Just shoot me now”. It had started off such a pleasant morning. How on earth did I end up here?

We were allowed to call the hotel. They promise to send someone to the golf course to find the guys and let them know what had happened and to come get us. So we sat and waited. I couldn’t even begin to imagine Tom’s reaction to this information. I was so torn, all I wanted was to see Tom walk through that door and at the same time the thought terrified me. The girls were talking and telling stupid jokes to relieve their tension. But they were driving me crazy. One looked over at me and said “Lighten up Cassie, they’ll be pissed but what can they do to us?” I just gave them a ‘go to hell stare’ until one finally remembered the cruise said “Oh, OH!... Oh, Tom won’t be that mad about this.”

That did it; my last nerve shredded and I went into attack mode. I lit into her with “The only thing Tom asks of me is to act like I have good sense and to behave like a lady. I think that slipping off to another country, drinking enough to pick up two strange men, going off with these men, being arrested for prostitution and then being told he is going to have buy his wife a prostitution license! YES! I THINK HE IS GOING BE PLENTY MAD!” I could have throttled her. I would have kept on yelling but an officer came in and told us to settle down.

We waited forever. I was exhausted, stressed, and worried sick over what Tom’s reaction was going to be over this escapade. I was worried that he would be mad enough to walk into the station and spank me in front of everyone. I worried that if he didn’t, then what would happen when we got back to the resort was going to be more than I could handle. There wasn’t much I wasn’t worried about at the moment. Finally the English speaking officer came back and unlocked the door saying, “Your husbands are here.”

I was surprised that my legs would hold me, but I walked to the tiny lobby. I thought in all those hours of waiting I had gone over every possible scenario, but I hadn’t. I was stunned by what Tom did when I walked through the door.


To be continued…

Linking

Finally! With help from Bonnie, Sky and Tigger dragging me through a technological maze, I can add links. To all you computer savvy readers who are saying "I think she's a bit slow" you have to understand I had never so much as touched a computer or sent an email until about 3 months ago. Tigger sit up my blog for me and taught me how to add stories. This would be a little easier if I could sit down with someone face to face and ask questions. Like why can't I use spell check while I'm writing here?

I probably won't be adding lots of links. I love reading what anyone has to say on our favorite topic. But the few links I want to have are from people that I read daily and I am always interested in what they have to say and the comments they leave. So to some of the smartest women and the best writer I know, Bonnie, Tigger, Sky, Eva, Grace, Copper and Lily thank you and keep in touch. Paul, are you blogging? I haven't been able to find you if you are.

Do I Qualify?

Can I join the sub club? I never thought of my self as a sub. I never thought of Tom as a Dom. I think that my definition were off.

I never chose a lifestyle. I married Tom and the lifestyle came with the package. Certainly no regrets, but I was not fully aware of everything the lifestyle included.

I don’t have a safe word. When I first began reading blogs I didn’t know what one was. At our house a spanking is over when Tom decides it’s over.

Sometimes I argue vehemently to get my own way. Often it works. I fuss at Tom when he annoys me. I can rant and rave and get on a tear around the house and Tom general tolerates this. Of course whenever he says “Cassie, that’s enough” I need to be paying attention because he doesn’t say it twice.

I don’t always do what Tom says. Before I began blogging I would have said that I did everything he said. But in going over my memories I realize I have pretty much done anything I wanted to and hope I wouldn’t get caught. Of course, I guess I’m caught about 95% of the time so I usually do what I want and then pay the consequences. I’m not talking about big things, of course, but lots of little things.(I blogging behind his back a big thing or a little thing?)

I didn’t understand what everyone meant by going into sub mode. But the more I read the more I got it. Early in our marriage most spanking were pretty serious and although I didn’t fight them I don’t think I embraced them either. When we finally began to play a bit I did go into sub mode, I just didn’t realize what it was called.

I guess I had an idea in my mind that a sub was a cringing little women living in terror of her man. I thought a Dom was a bully who controlled every aspect of his women’s life and enjoyed inflection pain and fear. Who says you can’t learn from the Internet?? The reason I want in the club is that the women I have met on line seem to be the strongest, most articulate, most thought provoking women I have ever spoken with. The men all seem to be strong and caring and willing to accept the control that their wives have given them as a gift.

Who wouldn’t want to be in this club?! Well, do I qualify? How about it, can I get my pen and decoder ring?

Cassie's Most Memorial

This is not a new story. If you are an active reader of My Bottom Smarts (and who isn't) you will remember that Bonnie was kind enought to let me be a guest writer on her blog. I just wanted to also have this on my blog as part of my history. So if you haven't read it before I think you will enjoy in. If you have read it you can skip me today. Again, thanks to Bonnie for her willingness to help new bloggers.

It wasn't long into my marriage that I realized that my first spanking wasn't going to be a one time deal. Tom made it clear that he expected me to act like a lady. I had been truthful with him before the wedding that I had seen and done many things in my life that might disqualify me as this lovely lady that he wanted. He told me as far as he was concerned time began when we met and everyone had a clean slate.During the first few years most of my spankings came from using ugly language in front of my husband, or worse in his eyes, in front of others. Occasionally, I would tell a juicy piece of gossip or tell an off-color story to our friends. Tom would lean close to my ear and whisper “When I get you home, I’m going to wear you out.” My stomach would tighten and I knew I would be across his knee before bedtime. Most of these spankings hurt like the devil and kept me from sitting comfortably for days, but there were only a few that I felt were true punishment.

Some real problems began after about three years. Tom began a project that kept him working long hours for months. I became bored and lonely. We lived in Nevada then, and I began spending time at the casinos several afternoons a week with my friends. Soon I began going alone every day to drink and gamble. I don’t know if I had a gambling addition, but I know I was coming close. In one afternoon alone, I lost $900 (an absolute fortune at that time). I was scared and I didn't seem to be able to stop myself. I stayed up that night to talk to Tom and I told him everything. I didn’t think he would spank me for this confession or even for losing so much money and he didn’t. I always knew in advance what would cause a spanking and we had never discussed this before. Basically, I wanted his help. We decided that evening that my gambling days were over. Tom assured me that he would back up our decision with the hairbrush if it became necessary.

My problem was that I couldn’t stop. At first, I would confess when I slipped, but I hated that darn hairbrush (my wedding gift no less - I used to refer to it as the fire brush). I then began to lie to Tom. This is something I still regret today. He kept pretty close tabs and when he would find out one way or another, it was bottom scorching time. All of this came to an end when we decided to relax and take a cruise with four other couples.

I love cruises! We five couples had often traveled together. But mostly I was looking forward to spending time with Tom. The first night we wandered the ship. It was so beautiful! We passed the casino and Tom patted my bottom as we went by and said, “Don’t even think about it.” I wasn’t worried as long as he was around. There are plenty of other ways to amuse ourselves.It was wonderful! We ate, danced, watched the sun rise and set, went to shows, swam and made love! But on the third night, I just don’t know what came over me. All of the others were going to the casino after the midnight buffet. I wanted to go too! I was in an ill mood, so I didn’t have much to say as we went to bed. At 1:30, I could no longer stand it. I suppose that sanity completely left me because I stole out of bed, slipped back on my evening dress, and headed for the casino. I’m not sure if I really thought that I could get away with it or not, but I had a vague idea that if I was back by 4:00 AM, it just might work.

Casinos just have an excitement to them, a pulse of their own. I got a drink and sat down at the slot machines. Soon I was completely absorbed. But I wasn’t completely crazy. I actually did keep a close eye on the time. I was playing and winning and loving it when, just a bit after 3:00am, I looked up to see the most terrifying sight I have ever seen in my life. Tom was standing in the doorway, wearing his pajamas and robe, holding the ivory hairbrush. We all know that clenching, tingling feeling you get when you know you are going to get a spanking and you know that there is nothing you can do about it. Well, this wasn’t that feeling. I felt like I had just grabbed a live wire! Every fiber of my being was in panic mode. My mind just went black with dread. I knew that Tom meant to spank me right there in front of friends and strangers alike.

Tom walked straight to me and said “Cassie, you shouldn’t be here.” I wanted to say something, anything to get him to take me out of there and back to the room. I didn’t care what he did as long as it wasn't in the casino! But I couldn’t say a word. I felt paralyzed. Tom pulled out one of the gambling stools and without wasting a moment, I was over his knee. You need to see the whole picture here. I was a grown women, mid-thirties, beautifully dressed, hair and make-up immaculate, with my bottom suddenly served up over my husband’s lap like that of a naughty child -- in front of a room full of people, including my best friends!He wasted no time. The first lick made me cry out (something I rarely did), but I don’t think that I have ever been spanked so hard. The man’s aim was perfect, right where leg and bottom meet. Every stroke landed at this spot on one side or the other. I had never had a spanking that caused a burn like this. This was probably one of my shortest spankings, not more than 20 or 25 licks. But Babe Ruth would have been proud of every swing!

When Tom was finished he stood me up. I was way past embarrassment. I was mortified and I didn’t know whether to cover my face or grab my bottom. Sheer pain decided for me as I grabbed my rear and tried to get some relief. Tom, you just have to know Tom, turned to our friends and said casually, “We’ll say goodnight now.” He took my hand and led me from the casino. Tears blurred my vision, but I have the fleeting memory of the women in the room with their eyes big as saucers, hands covering their mouths, and the men I saw seemed to be trying to suppress grins.In the elevator alone with Tom, I did cover my face and cried. He took my hand again as we got to our floor and he lead me to the room. We went directly to the bedroom where he sat me on the bed. I leapt to my feet again because of the pain, but he firmly made me sit. He gently took my chin in his hand and made me look up at him. He looked me in the eye and said “Cassie that was the last time you are ever going to gamble. If I ever catch you in a casino again we will have a repeat performance of tonight. If I ever find out that you have been somewhere to gamble I will take you back to that place and wear you out in front of everyone. That’s a promise. So when you find yourself tempted again, you think about tonight, and see if you think that it will be worth it.”

Tom helped me off with my dress and I lay on the bed still sniffling and crying a bit. Tom curled up next to me and held me until I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning Tom was already dressed. He came over and kissed me and told me to get ready. We were meeting the others for brunch. I assumed he was out of his mind. I had no intention of leaving the room until we docked and then I was going out with the luggage. Tom had other ideas. He told me that we had planned this vacation with our friends and we had another four days, and that I would take part in all activities. I begged. I cried. I just couldn’t face a dinning room of people who knew!

In the end, I went with him to the dinning room. What choice did I have? Everyone should have the experience of having an entire room go silent when you enter. But, believe me, once is enough. The silence that fell over the dinning room as we came through the door was proof that every passenger and probably the crew from captain to cabin boy knew what had happened in the casino. Tom had assured me that a lady knows how to conduct herself in any situation (Really? Have you seen this situation covered in Emily Post Guide to Manners?) But I held my head high and walked with Tom to the table. I did not let anything register on my face as I sat as gingerly as I could. My friends were wonderful and kept a nice casual conversation going all through breakfast. I was also grateful when Tom took the men off after we ate so that we ladies could really talk. We found lounge chairs by the pool so I could lie on my stomach and we discussed the previous evening. I don’t think that they understood all about the way Tom and I relate to each other and why I find this acceptable, but they are good friends and knew how much we loved each other and that was enough for them.

Many would wonder if they could ever get over embarrassment on this scale. I wondered too. But I finally realized that enough time can allow you to find humor in most any situation. About two years after the cruise, we were at a small dinner party with the same couples and two new couples. One of the new ladies suggested that we make plans to go on an all-night gambling cruise that was being advertised in our area. Silence descended over the party as everyone tried not to look at me. I just turned to my new friend and said “Dear, you go right ahead and make plans, but please leave me out. As far as I’m concerned gambling is nothing but a pain in the ass.” As laughter exploded around the room, I turned to Tom and saw that for the first and only time in my married life, I wasn’t going to get a spanking for saying “ass.” Tom just raised his glass as a toast and kept on laughing.

Homecoming

I am alive and well and happy and standing! You were all so great in supporting me when I was so worried I wanted to let you know what happened when Tom actually got home. At this moment he is sleeping quietly in his recliner. He's had a hard week. Wait, he's had a hard week!! What about me! Actually, I couldn’t be happier!

Hearing the garage door open was as exciting as Christmas morning! I got the most wonderful bear hug. We sat in our big recliner and talked and talked. I heard about his week and I got him all caught up on our friends and what they had been up to. I had all his favorites for lunch and we ate on the terrace. Tom and I spend a lot of time talking to each other and when he is away I find that I really do miss the conversation. I am always surprised at how much we find to talk about. But as lunch wound down I knew that there was one topic we hadn’t discussed and I was beginning to get that fluttery feeling. Finally after we had been quiet for awhile Tom looked at me for a bit then he said “Go get the ticket… and the school paddle.” By then I was pretty well resigned to my fate and I was just so grateful that he didn’t ask for the ivory hair brush, I hate it. That has been the traditional tool for punishment spankings in the past, but it has not been put to use in a year or more.

Tom read over the ticket and just shook his head. He took the paddle and laid it on the table. He pulled me across his lap and started quickly with his hand. He wasn’t saying anything so I knew this wasn’t the real thing. He scolds when he gets going. This warm up was pretty long and was actually beginning to hurt. He stopped and flipped up my skirt and pulled down my panties (the back of our house is very secluded, so I wasn’t too worried about being outside). In my relief that he wasn’t using the hair brush I had forgotten just how much the school paddle hurts. It doesn’t leave that deep hurt that last for days but it stings like the devil!

He started fast and hard and I barely got the just of what he was saying. “You have to pay attention to what you are doing when you are driving”. “I expect you to take care of yourself, especially when I’m away!” I might not have been getting everything he was saying but he surly had my full attention! He stopped and began rubbing my bottom; I was hoping we were done. And we might have been if one more thought hadn’t come to his mind. He said “What would have happened if you had had a blow out at that speed?” Well that got him started again. I was burning up! When he finally stopped and I was allowed to get up I was dancing for sure. I couldn’t stop rubbing.

Tom gave me a minute to try and get some relief. Then he said, “Cassie I’m not quite done with this yet. I want you to go to the bedroom.” Whaaaaat!! I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he seemed to be. I went to the bedroom, I took a peak at my bottom in the mirror and, as I could feel, it was a fiery red. I really didn’t want any more, but I really knew it wasn’t my decision. I lay down on the bed, on my stomach, still fully dressed except for my panties.

Tom came in with two glasses of wine and told me to sit up. Well that wasn’t my first choice at the moment. I kind of sat on my side with the pillow to help. We drank our wine quietly. Tom took my glass and his and sat them on the dresser and picked up the ivory brush from where it always stays. There was no way I wanted anything to do with that brush at that moment. I started crying and I told him that I would never speed again and that I really had learned my lesson. But he just shook his head. Basically he said that the speeding was foolish but that he knew I had not done it on purpose. But that by not telling him about it Sunday when he first called I had make a conscious choice to keep it from him and that that was something he wouldn’t tolerate. I didn’t have much that I could say in my defense. He had me stand up and he took off my blouse and bra, then he slipped off my skirt. I know I was breathing hard. I just wanted him to put the brush down and make love to me.

He put me back over his knee and gave me ten licks with that hateful thing. These are the ones I’ll be feeling for days. He reached over and got the special lotion that usually helps so much. At that moment it was about as effective as using a squirt gun against a blazing inferno! But it was over and Tom was home! I stood up and began taking his clothes off. I wanted all of him. He knew how my bottom felt so he lay back on the bed and let me have my way with him. I kissed his face, nuzzled his neck and licked his nipples as I worked my way down to give him every pleasure I could think of. I waited as long as I could but finally I just had to have him inside me. Each time I think it can’t possible be better, but this time with all the stress of the last five days the explosion I felt was phenomenal.

My stories might get a bit long, but once I start I have to tell you everything. We slept most of the afternoon away but around 4 o’clock Tom got up and called the lawyer to see if there was anything we should do about the ticket. He said that there is a possibility that I will have to appear in court and my license might be suspended for 60 days! He is going to look into it for us. Tom came back and lay down with me and told me what the lawyer had said. I said “I can’t believe I am going to have to go through all this. I’m glad I decided against trying to pay the stupid thing off and not tell you about it.” Even as I felt Tom’s arm tense under my head I’m thinking – For pity sake, I didn’t say that out loud did I?! He sat up and said “Cassie did you for one minute consider trying to hide this from me?” I was the first time all day that he really looked mad. I felt like I needed to stall for time but I knew two things for sure: I did not need any more spanking at that moment and that the only thing that could save me was complete honesty. I told him “Yes, I consider not telling you, and I considered moving to Argentina and changing my name, and I considered looking into the possibility of having myself abducted by aliens. But the only idea that I thought about seriously was just telling you.” He tried to look stern for a minute but I finally got a beautiful smile. He said “You just be sure that if you get your self in trouble you don’t try to keep it from me. I want to know everything”.

Well my guilty mind flew immediately to the blog. But I’m not getting myself in trouble. I am not putting myself in danger and I haven’t lied to him. When he asks me what I’m doing on the computer I tell him I’m just keeping up with friends. It may not be full disclosure, but I’m not lying. I am having a ball with this and a happy wife is exactly what Tom wants. It’s been a long week and I hope I will not have any personal spanking stories to relate in the imitate future but I’ll keep in touch. I think this will be a good time to do some stories from the past.

Thanks again for everything.

Song for Tigger and Dante

I have been so lonely today. I usually don’t mind having some time to myself, but today I feel like I have been rattling around in the house. The girls left this morning this morning and I managed to get them to the airport and back with no major mishaps. We continued our conversation up until they left. I know they will be on the phone to our other two close friends probably before they hug their husbands. So the 5 of us will have to get together sometime soon. Anyway, on to what I wanted to share with you today.

I’ve been listening to music all day. I absolutely love music. Unfortunately, I have no musical talent. However, every time I hear a song I like, I create my own story for it. I was making music videos in my head before anyone had ever heard of them. Today I was alone and listening to music when I put on an old CD and heard a song I hadn’t heard in years. As soon as I it came on Tigger and Dante came to mind. Between what I have read from them lately and the idea of Tigger’s red hair I knew they had to have the words. Here they are:

The Bramble and the Rose

We have been so close together,
Each a candle, each a flame.
All the dangers were outside us
And we knew them all by name.

See how the bramble and the rose intertwine
Love grows like the bramble and the rose,
‘Round each other we will twine.

Now I’ve hurt you and it hurts me
Just to see what we can do
To ourselves and each other
Without really meaning to.

See how the bramble and the rose intertwine
Love grows like the bramble and the rose,
‘Round each other we will twine.

So throw you arms around me
And we’ll grow stronger through the years.
And when the bloom of youth has faded
A rose will still be growing here.

See how the bramble and the rose intertwine
Love grows like the bramble and the rose,
‘Round each other we will twine.

This is from the album Roadrunner by the Smith Sister. I’m not sure anyone has heard of them but me. It leans toward slight country music but you both did admit a small liking for country. Anyway, it is interesting how quickly you both came to mind considering I have never seen either one of you. Hope you liked it.

I get my man back tomorrow and I can’t wait! I don’t care about anything but getting him back. I know for sure he won’t be getting away from me any time soon!!


Cassie

Great Discussion

I had the most interesting discussion with the girls today. They knew how distracted and upset I have been. These are my oldest friends, they know that Tom occasional spanked me in the past and they were “worried that it was still going on”. I said yes it was still going on and I was I was just fine with it.

They started in with “how I could allow him to hit me”. Now that made me a little mad and I told them in no uncertain terms that Tom has never hit me, my first husband hit me. Tom disciplines me and always does everything he can to keep me safe. I went on to explain that probably 90% of the time now, our spankings are just sexy and I loved them. But, yes, some of them were punishment spankings. And that’s okay too. They just couldn’t seem to grasp this. I tried to explain that this only happened when I did something like break a major rule or do something dangerous, like speeding.

Well, that really got them going “Rules? Rules!! How dare he give you rules? You’re a grown women! That’s crazy!!” So I asked them what their husbands would do if they did something that they knew would really make their husbands mad. And they said that their husbands wouldn’t do anything to them. They said that the guys might be mad and give them the silent treatment for a week or so, or just maybe they would just generally grumble around the house and be ill tempered for a few days.

I could not believe that they were using this as an argument in their favor. I would just die if Tom treated me so cruelly. I had to say “You are telling me that you would rather have your husband mad and not speaking for a week or being ill tempered for days rather than get a spanking and be having great make-up sex within an hour! And you’re telling me that my lifestyle choice is crazy! I think that you two are nuts!!”

This was actually the conversation I had wanted to have with someone that caused me to start this blog. We all talked a long time about many things. And I did find out that I was right about one thing that I had long expected. They said that on average they had sex about 7 or 8 times a year!! Tom and I may be senior citizens but if we don’t make love at least twice a week one of us is sick or injured!

It was wonderful to be able to talk with them on this topic. Even thought they knew some of this before, we had never had a conversation where I could explain things. I didn’t turn them into spanko and that was never my intentions, but they do understand so much more than they did. I explained a lot more than I have shared here. I did take everyone’s advice though and did not mention this blog. I still want to keep this just for me.

Cassie

He knows

Thanks to everyone who gave their thoughts and suggestions. I had decided to tell him when he called today but it still didn’t work out as I had planned. When he called tonight we had only talked for a few minutes when he asked what was wrong. Being a capable, mature woman who can handle everything in my life except Tom, I did what any strong women would do: I burst into tears. It wasn’t a plan it is just that I have been one raw bundle of nerves for two days. Tom just kept asking if I was hurt in any way. I managed to sob out that No, I was fine. He just let me cry for a minute then he asked what I had done.

I told him exactly what happened and that it was 100 % my fault and that I was so sorry. He asked me why I hadn’t told him yesterday. Good question, I suppose I believed that I could avoid the inevitable. I told him it was because I was an idiot and that I had truly I planned to tell him today. I was still crying some and he told me to take a deep breath and relax. He said that he would take are of everything when he got home. I guess he meant both the ticket and me. He didn’t seem as mad as I thought he would be or else he is just saving it until he gets home.

We talked for a long time. I love him so much. During most of the conversation Tom seemed to be trying to make me feel better. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Tom is still Tom though, because just before he hung up he suggested I take care of any plans I have for sitting before he gets home. I know what’s coming but I just don’t care right now I just want him home and until then I’m going to enjoy my friends and relax. You were all correct. I am so glad that he knows. I am not even going to think about what he might be planning for me until later (well, I’m going to try not to dwell on it).

Again thanks for being there for me to talk to. It really helps.

Cassie

Advice! Please!!

I’ve got a problem; I’ve messed up big time. Tom left early this morning. I had time to stop by Bonnie’s brunch and later this afternoon I went to the airport to pick up my friends. I guess we were too interested in our conversation coming home and I got stopped for speeding. I am a good driver. I have never had an accident and I’m been driving for nearly a hundred years. I’ve only had one other speeding ticket and that was 25 years ago. Tom always fusses that I go too fast, but if I haven’t had any tickets why is he complaining?

I feel so stupid! If it had been 45 in a 35 he probably wouldn’t be too mad. But the officer said I was going 82 in a 55. It is usually 70 in that stretch, but it had dropped to 55 because of construction. (They were not working on Sunday; I don’t think I put anyone in danger). I know - I was still speeding. But I don’t want to tell Tom I was 27 miles over the limit! I think that will put it into his idea of putting me in danger.

The officer said that at that speed he could take me to jail instead of just giving me a ticket. So perhaps he let me office easy. It just doesn’t feel that way at the moment. I think I’m going to switch to fiction. In a good story I would be young and beautiful, the cop would have been a real hunk who would forgo the ticket and just put me over his knee and take care of everything himself. Real life is beginning to get on my nerves.

I know that this is my fault and I know what is going to happen. I wish I had never even thought about punishment spankings in the last few days. I just don’t know what to do right now. I didn’t tell Tom when he called this afternoon. Maybe I should have but I didn’t want him being so far away and so mad.

I’m asking for suggestions. I will eventually decide for myself what I am going to do. But is it going to be better to tell him before he get home and let his anger dissipate a bit or is he just going to stew for several day? I can’t remember a time I’ve done something this stupid when he was out of town. I also don’t want to tell him on his first night home and spoil our reunion. And if I wait until the next morning he will be probably be mad that I waited. I just don’t see a good time.

I wonder if there is any way that I could just pay the stupid ticket and he would never find out. I’ll admit this idea has great appeal at the moment. I don’t suppose it would work. No, I know what would happen when he did find out and I know he would.

I do not mean this in any way blaming my friends, but I have been going over all my memories since I started blogging and I swear every nearly every time I have gotten myself into big trouble with Tom they have been around. Not to say that we don’t have a ball with each other. But when we do crazy stuff I’m the only one to get my rump roasted! I know most of their past and there are times that they have been more deserving than I.

Tom managed to deprive me of another bit of comfort while he is gone. He knows these women too and he said absolute no drinking while they are here. But right now I could use a good stiff drink.

Well, if anyone has advice I really want to hear it. Girls, please ask your husbands – I need to know what the guys think. Paul, any suggestions?

Cassie

Lovely morning

This will be a very short entry because we are going out soon but I wanted to tell everyone that Tom is being very good to me to day, I guess since I will be an abandoned wife all next week.

I will tell you that I had a lovely wake up call this morning. The first thing I heard this morning was "Cassie, roll over on you stomach". It got better from there and I will tell you all about my day tomorrow!

Cassie

Lonely Week

I am beginning to get a bit down already. Tom is going to be out of town most of next week. Tom is retired and we usually spend a lot of time together. But he does a lot of consulting and on this particular trip it is just not practical for me to go.

The up side is that I have two friends flying in to visit. These two are from the famous "cruise five"! I've known them longer than I've know Tom so I am looking forward to catching up. I haven't decided whether or not to let them know that I have a blog. I'm not sure they would know what a blog is, we only just started emailing one another. One part of me is dying to let them know and get their opinion, but another part of me wants to keep it totally private so that I don't feel inhibited in any way.

I'll be looking forward to reading what everyone else is doing next week because friends coming or not, I'm going to be lonely.

Cassie

After burn

I hope everyone had a good holiday. I've been wanting to write more and I finally have a chance. Most of my stories come from some rich memories but my good times are still occuring and this story is more recent.

About a month ago Tom and I attended an out of town wedding for the son of an old friend. We hadn't seen these folks in a long time and I wanted to look nice. In order to wear the dress I wanted to I just had to wear a girdle -- I hope I am not the only person who remembers these implements of torture. I hate them and Tom despises them, he says that when he wants to feel my bottom he wants to feel me, not body armor. I rarely wear one but with this outfit it was just a must. Tom grumble when he saw me pack it and he kept grumbling when I layed out my clothes to get dressed in the hotel. I told him to hush and get over it, I wanted to look beautiful.

Tom has one thing in common with Bonnie's husband Randy, I often receive a spanking before we go out. Tom's idea is that I need to focus on the important things in life. That is - us, our relationship. I agree that a spanking is a wonderful way to focus. Before Tom and I met, I have thought of errands I needed to run or made a grocery list in my head while having sex. I can say that that has never happened while being spanked. I focus 100% on what is going on.

I was dressed in only bra and panties when Tom took my arm and pulled me across his knee. He only used his hand but he was creating quite a sting. He stopped after a bit he slipped my panties down and began again. This was coming fast and furious and the burn was becoming intense. I knew it couldn't last much longer, we had to get ready and neither of us ever wants to be late to anything. Soon he stopped and began to rub gently. Then he said that he would use a little lotion. I thought that was sweet and the lotion felt so cool as he started. But in a second I knew something was wrong! That devil hadn't used lotion, he had used Ben-Gay! and let me tell you their claim of deep, penetrating heat is not false advertising!!

Tom was laughing like crazy, he thought it was a wonderful prank. We had used this before because I like after burn, but I was always knew what he was going to do. We only used it at bedtime when I wouldn't be wearing anything. But now I was on fire and I had to put on that darn (shoot, Tom's not going to read this) that damn rubberized, skin tight, heat retaining, girdle! I thought I was going to die!

How I sat through the wedding, I'll never know. I kept shooting dirty looks at Tom and he kept laughing at me. While we were dancing later he rubbed his hand across my encased rear and said " I may not be able to feel your botton but at least I know how you bottom feels!" As the evening progressed the burn eventually died out, but no one is ever confortable in one of those hateful things. I did look good though!

When we got back to the hotel I couldn't stand it another it another minute. I went into the dressing room and stripped when I came back into the bedroom in the nude Tom was still fully dressed in his formal suit. I felt electricity in the air as Tom stared at me. I felt totally exposed and vunerable as he stood looking so handsome and confident. Without taking his eyes off me he began to undo his belt. Tom rarely uses a belt and when he does I am usually already across the bed so I had seldom watched him remove this instrument of pain and pleasure.

I guess if you are not one of us -a spanko- I cannot explain the feelings that coursed through me as I watched. To the rest of you, you know the feelings of excitment, fear, longing, anticipation, dread and pure lust that this sight can stir with in us. Tom led me to the bed and I lay across it and reveled in the hard swats that rained down on my backside and thighs. I was clutching at the bed cover, I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to never stop! The sound, the sensation was completely overwelming.

When it was over I he told me to crawl on up on the bed and rest. I lay on my stomach and watched him undress. As he came to me my desire for him was overwelming. As we made love I really felt like we were one person. How can it still be so good after all the years?

I suppose that the bride and groom had a good evening too. But they are very young and as Tom said to me during the reception, "Green apples don't have much flavor." So for all you young people - hang in there, love gets better with age!

I hope to be doing more reading and writing next week. Tom has to be gone for five days and I'll be left behind. I have some friends coming to visit, but I am a lonely women when he is away. Send good thoughts my way!!

Cassie