See you next year!

We are throwing a big New Year’s Eve party! So I will be pretty busy until then. We have three couples staying here. Thanks goodness I have help with the party. So I will wish everyone a Happy New Year now!

Theresa caused me to think of an old story that I am trying to get written up. I like telling old stories better than current ones where I end in trouble. I like to think that I learn from past mistakes. It’s not true, but it’s what I like to think anyway! LOL! Check back after the first of the year. See you then.

Cassie

Christmas with the old folks

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. We certainly did! Santa is always generous here but his generosity does not come without a price! Tom and Santa are close friends (I think they were boys together) so while gifts abounded Tom swore he was under strict instructions from the big guy to address the naughty aspects of last year before gifts were enjoyed! For the life of me I couldn’t think of one thing I had done wrong this past year but Tom said Santa records are indisputable so I got the spanking anyway! Nothing like a good Christmas spanking bent over by the tree! By the end I don’t know what was glowing more the tree or my behind!

We went to two open houses during the day Christmas, but our evening at home was the very best! We curled up together on the sofa by the tree and the fire place and watched old movies and sipped wine and ate a large pizza! It was just wonderful. Now we’re not teenagers anymore and at this age I usually prefer to do our love making in our nice big bed. However we did end up on the rug in front of the fire and the Christmas tree and there was holiday magic! I do spent some time envying those of you with children and grand-children. But we two old folks didn’t do so bad this Christmas either!

Merry Christmas everyone!!
Love,
Tom and Cassie

He's taking the job.

Tom finally told me that he is taking the job. I knew he was going to but it still hurt when he told me. I am going to whine and complain in this post and then I will try by very best to hush and not go on and on about it. I don’t understand why he is taking the job. I didn’t complain about his job when we were younger. I was well aware that men worked to support the family. Tom worked hard, made an excellent living and has always been extremely generous with me. Sometimes he would work for weeks with out a day off. Sometimes he would have to be out of town for over a week and while I fussed some I did understand.

But then finally a few years ago he retired. He was all mine, day and night. We took trips just for fun. We worked in the garden, we cook together, and he even reads aloud to me. I know how spoiled that makes me sound, but I don’t care! I love our time together. I guess what I really want to ask him, but I won’t, is why am I not enough for him? Why would he rather work than spend time with me? We do not need the money. He is already famous in his field; I do not think that it is an ego thing, what is it?

I am not going to let this ruin the holidays. He won’t begin until mid to late January. I am an optimistic person and I won’t sit around and wallow in self-pity. They still want me to substitute teach. I have been turning them down because I didn’t want to be away from Tom. But after Christmas I might go back some. And while I am complaining about Tom I have to admit that even during his heaviest work schedule he has never neglected me, not really. I think he is scared to leave me to my own devices for too long at a time without being sure he know exactly what I am up to. Surely between teaching and blogging I can keep myself occupied and I promise not to complain too much, well I promise to try!

Update

When I mess up Tom has no problem letting me know it. If he is unhappy with me or my behavior he doesn’t keep it a secret. If my deportment, my language or anything else about me is not what it should be I’m over his knee before you can say “Bring me the hairbrush!” But as certain as this was there was always the certainty of complete protection. I knew he would never let me down in public or private if I ever needed him. Being Tom’s wife has earned me the deference and respect of all of his acquaintances. But during our marriage I have rarely seen him show his temper to anyone but me. And even then he is always very much in control.

I tell you all this because I don’t know who he spoke with or what was said but at 9:00 this morning (Monday) I received the most beautiful arrangement of flowers and a most sincere note of apology from the president of the company that is trying to hire Tom. He was apologizing for Peabrain and assuring me that if Tom chose to take the job Peabrain would have nothing to do with the project. I later received more flower and an apology from Peabrain himself. I did not say anymore about it after we got home. I never asked Tom to say a word. I got it all out of my system by telling you all about it so I asked Tom what was going on and all he would say was “I didn’t care for the way he spoke to you”.

While I love this feeling of protection I am afraid this means he is going to take the job. He says he will not make the decision until after the New Year, but I know he is going to take it. I can just feel it.

The Party's Over

Well the dreaded party is over! Tom true to form caught me while I was dressing and decided he was in the mood for a bit of spanking. Paul said once that he often spanked Mel before a party. I think Tom just like to see me squirm at social functions where it is not always appropriate to rub sore areas! This paddling, however, seemed to contain a bit of warning. He knew I still didn’t want to go and he wanted to be sure I would behave myself. He didn’t have to worry, I didn’t get this old by planning to embarrass myself and my husband in public.

The party was not horrible. The food was delicious. We got to dance and we hadn’t had the opportunity in a while, but there were still mind numbing conversations about neglectful husbands and spoiled, ungrateful children. These are conversations where I have very little to add. So for the most part it was just dull. There was only one real problem while we were there.

Just before we left one of the men came up to talk to me when Tom was not around. Now this fool and I have tangled before. I have had an intense dislike for him since he made a sleazy and frightening pass at me years and years ago. It is well know with the executives at this company that I do not want Tom to work but this man stopped me as I was looking for Tom and stared with “Now Cassie I sure hope you are going to use your powers of persuasions to talk Tom into taking this job. I had to do some fast talking to get them to even consider him for this job, everyone wanted to go with someone younger with fresher ideas.” I was seething! Of course to be honest if he had just said hello I would also have been seething. But for this person to insinuate that he, he who is no more than a pimple on the butt of this company, had to talk the company into wanting my Tom! I had a million things I wanted to say!

I looked across the room and saw Tom. He had just spotted us and was headed over so I gritted my teeth and said “Tom will let the company know when he makes his decision”. I turned to go then when this idiot grabbed my arm and said “Now Cassie this would probably be good for your marriage too. I mean by now Tom must be a bit tired of being a house husband and babysitting you.” At this shot I realized that his sole purpose was to infuriate me and cause me to make a fool of myself. He had managed to say all of this before Tom got to us but as he saw Tom coming he quickly let go of my arm.

Tom has no more use for this man than I have so when he reached us he didn’t even acknowledge him but asked me if I was ready to go. I said “Just a minute honey, Peabrain (not his real name) was just giving me some advice on marriage and I want to thank you, Peabrain, but usually I take marriage advice from someone who has been married less than 5 times. But I did meet your new wife tonight and she is just lovely. Tell me is she 12 or 13?” Then I was ready to go. We went to get our coats and Tom was laughing and wanting to know what had brought all that on. I told him what he had said and Tom was not happy with him. As we got to the door I asked Tom to please let me have an early Christmas present and let me go back and tell the SOB what I thought of him. He said that I was not going to expend all that fire and passion on that fool. He said he had better uses for that fire and passion when we got home and once again Tom was right!

Happy Birthday Elis !

Happy Birthday Elis!! Now do you see why I was pestering you to teach me how to post a picture! I figured that I would keep this new found skill hidden until your birthday! I believe that you have had a lovely year so I imagine turning 50 will just be another wonderful day for you. While I am sure you and Nick are doing great, I have to tell you, all this spanking and sex stuff doesn’t really get good until your sixties!! Again have a happy, happy birthday!!

Quite a Difference

I bought the new dress and it’s a doozy! Tom went with me to pick it out it was a fun shopping trip! We got lunch, looked at all the Christmas decorations, and just enjoyed each others company. We have another little ritual that goes with clothes shopping. Once Tom got everything in side and spread out on the bed he just stood there with his hands on his hips and starts in on me. “Cassie I said I would buy you a new dress! What on earth do you need with the rest of this? New shoes, new lingerie, you’ve gone overboard!” Like he wasn’t right there with me when I got it all! LOL! He told me to put everything away and wait for him on the bed.

It was strange that Eva mentioned the crop in her post today because that is exactly what Tom took from his drawer when he returned. He had me lay over the end of the bed and flipped up my skirt. Now that crop is fine and Tom is becoming quite good with it. After he removed my panties I was beginning to think he was becoming too good with it. My, it does leave an impression! I wonder if a vanilla could ever understand the difference between and good girl spanking and one for discipline. Often there is little difference in the actual spanking. Surely the ones for discipline can be pretty hard, but the good girls hurt too. But the attitude! Tom’s attitude is everything to me! Today with him in a happy playful mood it was purely sexual and I loved every minute even thought, yes, of course it hurt!

When he is annoyed with me about something and I don’t think he should be I fight him in my mind. To me these always hurt more. Things like not letting me drive or keeping me from typing after the doctor said I could. Also when he spanks me for my language or for not being ladylike (in his opinion) I can get mad. When he spanks me for something like this I don’t want to give in and it usually last longer as a results. Tom always thinks he’s right. Usually he is but that doesn’t mean I have to go along with him!

But when he is really mad, when I haven’t been honest with him, if I have withheld things from him or done something that he considers foolish or dangerous, those are the hardest. I am not sure the spanking itself is any harder but I usually feel so guilty. I often start crying before he starts. I think they last longer but usually, except for a very few times, the time right after is the most special. After one of these he holds me and talks to me and lets me know that I am completely forgiven and totally loved. I guess each type of spanking is important. But please if I have my choice; give me my man in a playful mood!

A Special Evening

We went to the Church play tonight and it was so cute! I love the children in our church! They are all so sweet to me. The older teens had the big parts, but all the children had parts, even the smallest. We sat up front so I could see everything.

One little lamb, about 2 years old, had the cutest little outfit. He had on a little white sweat suit, a hood with black ears and a small black tail. His little nose had been painted black too. This precious little fellow began crying quietly in all the commotion. I motioned for him to come to me and he came!

He crawled up in my lap and snuggled down as content as if he had always known me. He fell asleep in my arms and I am not sure that that has ever happened to me before. It was such a wonderful feeling I had tears in my eyes. I believe I could have sat contentedly with him all night. I hated to give him back to his mom. It wasn’t in the cards for me to be a mother. But tonight was very special to me.

Playing dirty

Tom doesn’t play fair. Despite all your comments and good advice I had decide that I was not going to the party. Yes I knew that he would probably spank me but he couldn’t actually dress me and force me go. I forgot that Tom is not above playing dirty.

I hadn’t mentioned it for a couple of days so yesterday he asked me what I was going to wear. I said, “I told you that I was not going”. His look was one of amusement and exasperation. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. He came toward me and saying “I think its time for a talk”. Talk my foot!!

He put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead, he kissed my eyes and he kissed down my neck. He said “You’re going because I want to show all the others that if I take this job, I have a reason to come home on time every night. I want to show them that I have a wife that is beautiful and funny and sexy and satisfied and that I plan to keep her that way whether I work or not. In other words you are going because I love you and I want you to be there with me.”

I told you he plays dirty!

As for what I am wearing, well the party is next weekend, Sky could you loan me an outfit? How quickly could you get that little red number to me?? Or maybe the white one if you have found it. In case they don’t arrive on time Tom is going to have to buy me a new dress – and it’s going to be expensive!

I'm not going!

There is one Christmas party that I do not want to attend. These people are trying to get Tom to take another consulting job and I hate the idea. He is mine now and they can just keep their hands off! Now how can I keep us away from the party? I know that it won’t do any good; he will take the job if he decides to, but do I have to go make nice to these people who are trying to steal my husband from me?

I told him if he made me go I would probably tell them exactly what I think of them in no uncertain terms. I got the arched eyebrow look. I don’t care I don’t like these people. I kept on about not wanting to go until he finally said “That’s enough”. That’s Tom talk for “If you say one more word I’m going to wear you out.” So I hushed for the day – but I’m not going to the party!

Should I leave Tom?

December is such a busy month. We have lots of parties to attend – some I like and some are so stuffy I’m going to try to get out of them. Of course I have tried every year and I haven’t managed it yet, but never say die!

I had a touching, if totally unnecessary, conversation with my niece a few days after we got back. Bless her heart! She does mean well. She is worried about me since I landed there the other day and ranted. She thinks Tom is domineering, overbearing and controlling. Okay, I can’t argue with her so far! But she is convinced that this is a problem.

She basically believes that I want to get away from Tom but won’t leave believing that I will be penniless! During the rant I went on and on about how I had no money of my own and that he took the credit cards away if he was angry with me. I was just fussing because I was mad and I had a sympathetic ear. She, however, was outraged about it. Heaven help me if she had any idea that he spanked me! She would have the police at my door!!

This sweet girl was telling me that if I wanted to get out she would help me. The offer brought tears to my eyes. She was offering me her own money because her husband, my nephew, can’t stand me. He won’t even allow his children near me for fear of my bad influence. He does not even know that his wife meets me once or twice a month for lunch, he would pitch a fit! The man does not even know me. He is going almost totally on how is father (my brother) felt about me. Long story.

So this sweet girl was risking her money as well as the peace in her marriage to offer me this help. I do hope I was able to convince her that not only was I fine, but that I am ecstatically happy. I tried to convince her that I was just in the mood to fuss that day and that that was all it was, nothing more than a passing bad mood!

I learned one lesson. The next time I am mad at Tom and feel the need to rant you folks will be the only ones to hear it. Somehow I don’t think any of you will be taking me so seriously!

The Rewards of Behaving!

I was very excited about the shopping trip that night as we were planning it. I told them again that it HAD to be kept a secret from Tom and I didn’t want any big mouth husbands calling him later and spilling the beans! We had a great cover story and I was looking forward to the next day! However, as I crawled into bed and Tom curled around me my conscience and my good sense finally caught up with me. I began remembering the consequences for my last foray into the sex store. I also got to thinking about my disappearing act the other week. There was a great deal of broken trust in both situations and I wasn’t going to do it again.

The girls were disappointed the next day but I stood firm. They headed off without me and I settled in for a lonely afternoon since the since the guys were going golfing. The girl left while the men were gone off for the morning and Tom was surprised to find me there alone. I told him about the destination of the shopping trip and that I had decided not to go. I could tell he was a bit impressed with my honesty. He asked what I was going to do all by myself all afternoon.

I told him I would probably just nap and check my email. I admit that as the boys left I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. I realize that I had made the right decision, but I got to thinking about all the girls being together and having a ball. I was sure that they were getting plenty of blogging material that they wouldn’t even use! I felt a bit frustrated.

I curled up on the bed to nap and maybe pout a bit. I had just drifted off when I felt a hand on my arm. I was truly frightened because I was in that great big house all by myself. I barely had time to see that it was Tom before he tied a scarf around my eyes and said quietly, “Do what I tell you and you won’t be hurt.” Oh my, we hadn’t played like this in so long! My heart was beating fast because I had been really scared, being deprived of sight so suddenly and knowing Tom had come back just to spend the afternoon alone with me definitely had me reeling! He told me to sit on the side of the bed and not move. I could hear a chair being pulled up and he sat in it facing me. In a quite firm voice he said “Take off your blouse”. I was letting my mind fall completely into the game and my hands were trembling as I fumbled with the buttons. As I removed the blouse he said “Stand up and take off you skirt.” I stood up and let it drop.

As he came over to me he touched my face and ran his fingers along my arm. He asked,

“Are you here alone?” I told him yes.

“Where is your jewelry?” I told him we were visiting and I had brought very little.

“Where do you keep your cash?” I told him that my husband never gave me cash.

“No jewelry and no cash, I guess I will have to take something else of value.”

He then turned me around and took off my bra. I told him if he touched me my husband would hunt him down and kill him. He laughed and said he planned to do a lot more that touch me. He told me to crawl up on the bed. I wasn’t quick enough to suit him and I received several sharp pops to my backside. Once I was on the bed he slipped off my panties. He stepped back and I could hear the sound of him removing his belt. I think I was in sub space before the first blow fell. The shock, the pain, the burn sunk deep within me. It has been a long time since I came just from the spanking but I did and it was intense. Tom lessened the blows and stopped to rub away the sting and let me come back to myself. In a minute he asked if I was ready to do as I was told and I nodded. He removed his clothes and sat back against the headboard. I knelt between his legs and loved him with my mouth. Soon I was back over his knee receiving a hard hand spanking on a bottom still throbbing from the belt. When the afternoon was over I had been satisfied every way a woman can be! It was an afternoon for the record book! You would have all been proud!

Tom and I were in the living room drinking wine when the girls came back. Sue took one look at me and said “Well I’ll be damned! She didn’t get to go shopping, I bet she got her butt beat and she still looks like the cat that swallowed the canary! Cassie, I don’t know what you’ve got but I wish you would bottle it!” She is out of luck, my secret is Tom and I’m not sharing!