Saturday, December 25, 2010

Happy Christmas to all!

I want to wish everyone who is kind enough to come by here and read a very Merry Christmas. We have had a wonderful holiday season. We’ve spent time with the children and with all our friends. Today there are several drop by parties Tom and I plan to attend but this evening is just for us, and that’s the part of the day I am looking forward to the most. You might look back at this post because I have my fingers crossed that this evening will turn out to be much like this one. Meanwhile I hope every one of you has a wonderful Christmas with your loved ones. I’m looking forward to sharing more stories with you in the New Year.

Much love,

Tom, Cassie, and Willow

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Welcome, welcome!!

You are so welcomed here. I know mine is a funny little blog and I don’t get a ton of readers that is why each and every person who take time out of their busy day to check in and read about what's going on with me and Tom and our friends is so important to me. To those of you who spend a little time here and leave me a comment, bless you! Nothing brings a smile to my face faster that someone reading my stories and taking the time to talk with me.

I know many people read blogs but never think of leaving a comment and I want you to know that even if you never say a word you are as welcomed as sunshine! If anything I ever write brings a smile to someone’s face that makes me happier than you’ll ever know. Please come and read all you like. I have stories going back for four years. Oh, but if you are willing to leave a comment you don’t know how much I would love that! Anyone who blogs wants to know what others think of their writing. So just for today would you be willing to say hello? And should you ever read back in my archives and find a story you like you can leave a comment on that story I’ll get it in my email and I promise to go back and leave you a comment in response.

I have more stories to come whenever I fine the time to do more typing. I surely hope you’ll be back!

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

From the old days

I guess you could say this isn't my typical story. I’ve been in a thoughtful mood lately. This is a story from the old days but I’ll warn you now it has no spanking in it and it may come off sounding a bit sad, although it really shouldn't. So you may want to skip this one and try again later. This is just a story from our past. It's really Tom’s story to tell but that’s not going to happen so I’ll do my best telling you about something of which I have no personal memory.

The story was really brought back to my mind by a song Allie played for me. It is by The Avett Brothers and the song begins,

‘You sent my life a whirling when I saw you twirling on the floor.’

It’s a beautiful song and Tom, who was listening with us, smiled and said “Well I guess you could say that’s what happened to me. The first time I ever saw Cassie she was dancing and twirling on the dance floor and my life’s been whirling ever since!”

You see I’ve told you about the first time I ever saw Tom, but I never told you about the first time Tom saw me. We were so young, in our 20’s. I had happily been a widow for nearly 5 years and if you had looked up the words ‘party girl’ in the dictionary you would surely have seen my picture. My world revolved around too many parties, too much drinking, too much gambling, too many adventure, and too many men.

I was already good friends with Sue and Steve and Annie and Andy. Tom joined the firm where Steve and Andy were working. He had known both men for several years but he had recently moved to our area. He was invited to a party and as he tells it he walked into see a wondrous sight. He says I was dancing and for a moment that was all he could see. I suppose I did look pretty good back then, I was young, thin; I had countless hours and money to devote to my wardrobe, my make-up and my hair. I liked to look good when I went out. But Tom claims he wasn’t only attracted by my looks. He said it was the whole package. He liked the way I danced (I was a pretty good dancer back then – still am!), the way I smiled and the way I laughed. He tells me it wasn’t love at first sight, but it was certainly infatuation. Now I’ll admit the first time I saw him it was lust at first sight, but Tom had higher moral fiber.

Tom is one to study a situation before plunging in. So he says he spent the whole party watching me from a distance. He noticed several things right away – I drank too much, I could be very forward and my language would not be considered ladylike. After a time he made his way over to Steve and Andy. Motioning over toward me he ask one question “Who is that?”

Both men turned to look at the subject of Tom’s interest and burst out laughing. “That my friend is Cassie – and she’s one of a kind. Very interesting woman – she’s a beautiful, rich, widow. Wild as a hare and someone you definitely don’t want to get tangled up with!” Steve answered him. “Men that get involved with Cassie say it’s like cozying up to a wood chipper – she’s grind you up and spit you out.” Steve laughed again and shook his head. “Come with me.” he told Tom. “I’ve know a beautiful woman that will be much more to your taste.” Tom frowned at him and looked back at me. Then he turned to Andy and waited.

Andy had laughed too, but in a much nicer way. “Steve’s not wrong. She’s hard as nails if you cross her, she got a temper for sure. But there’s a sweet, gentle, loving side of Cassie too. I think the temper may just be a cover because she’s scared. I don’t know of what exactly. We dated for a while and I think the world of her but I swear dating Cassie is like trying to herd cats! I think she’s obstinate to the point of being self destructive. I tried to get her to stop drinking one night and instead she began doing shots. She’s like a kid who won’t turn down a dare. Another time she and I had had a minor disagreement and the next thing I knew she had pick up some guy on a motorcycle and took off with him. Her dress hiked up around her ass. Couldn’t find her for two days then she called Sue to pick her up at the hospital, had a dislocated shoulder. Never told any of us how it happened, not even Sue. She’s too wild to deal with Tom. I think she’s determined to kill herself before she’s through.”

Even today I can just picture the look on Tom’s face at all the tales they were telling him. But I still wonder what was going on in his mind. Why didn’t he run for the hills as fast as he could? Instead he wanted to know more and more. “You say she a widow? She’s young. What happened?”

Steve turned serious for a moment. “Now her husband was a real prick. Used to beat the shit out of Cassie. He died of a heart attack and every last one of us wanted to throw a party in celebration. Left Cassie a ton of money though, I guess she can party for the rest of her life – however long that may be.”

“How did she end up with him?” Tom wanted to know.

Andy took up the story “That asshole was hand-picked by her loving father. The guy was in his 40’s and Cassie was barely 20. Her old man wanted a merger with the guys company and I think he threw Cassie in to sweeten the pot. That sick old bastard knew the guy was beating Cassie and never said a word to him. Once she escaped her family and the abusive husband I guess she decided she’d have to take care of herself. I just don’t know if she can keep it up.”

“Quite a story.” Tom mused.

“She’s quite a woman.” Andy agreed. “But honest Tom, she’s got more baggage than even you could help carry. She not for you. You’ll get hurt. And I don’t want to see that happen.”

Andy wandered off leaving Tom with his thoughts. Tom stayed at the party mulling over everything he had heard and watching me until I left the party sometime after 2:00AM. The party was in the hotel where I was living and Tom watched me until I entered the elevator. He told me that he just sat in the lobby after I left thinking. He told me he wondered what he hadn’t gone up to his room but he just sat. It was maybe 40 minutes later that the elevator opened and I came back out. I had change into a simpler dress and I was alone. I went into the bar and a few minutes later Tom followed. He was concerned. He said I had had so much at the party he couldn’t believe I could possibly be drinking more.

Tom told me I had gone to the back booth and sat with my back to the bar. I had ordered a bottle and a glass and I sat alone drinking. Finally Tom could stand it no longer and approached my table. Standing by my booth he said “Cassie?” I didn’t look up. I just looked straight ahead. Tom took the seat across from me. He said I didn’t ever look at him. I was just sitting and crying quietly, not making any sound, just crying. Strangely enough, Tom says that might be when he fell in love.

Tom said I acted like he wasn’t there. As I started to pour another drink he took the bottle out of my hand and reached for my purse. He found my key and helping me to my feet he said “It’s time to stop.” He said I was a bit like a zombie but I came quietly to my room. He turned back my bed and undressed me to my slip and put me to bed. He said I never said a word. He said he sat watching me until he was sure I was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up again.

Over the next several days he found out all he could about me and he was at every gathering I attended. It was over those next few days that I became aware of him, his intense scrutiny and frown whenever I tried to get his attention. Of course I was trying to gain that attention through decidedly unladylike methods but I was trying – I didn’t know I already had it!

It was over a year before Tom told me about that night. I have absolute no memory of it what-so-ever. I know it sounds like I was in terrible shape but I don’t remember being unhappy or scared or anything like that. I remember enjoying most of that time in my life. Okay maybe I glossed over a few incidents in my memories but I just don’t remember being in as bad a shape as Tom and some of my friends remember.

Tom and I were married less than two months later. I think I can truthfully say it was a shock to both our systems. Up to that point Tom had lead a calm, orderly life. I put an end to that as definitely as he put an end to my wild ways. I’ve mentioned it here before but I hadn’t realized what I trial I had been to my friends until our wedding. Andy walked me down the aisle but when the minister asked ‘Who gives this woman to be married?’ all my friends declared loudly “We all do!” I suppose after failing to talk Tom out of marrying me they were content to turn their ‘problem child’ over to him to deal with.

I think it’s fairly obvious today that I’m the luckiest woman in the world. There was no reason for Tom to have ignored the advice of his friends and pursue me but I surely thank heavens that he did! What a life we would have missed. Hope you don’t mind me brushing out the cobwebs of my mind occasionally. It seems to free my mind for more stories to come.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Maybe Ryan was right...

I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve written. We’ve had such a lovely summer. Tom is as sweet and wonderful as ever. And with a few noticeable exceptions he’s been pretty reasonable this summer. I can’t say he hasn’t been bossy but he’s certainly been worse in the past. And although he had me sitting sensitively a time or two over the summer, I can’t complain. We’ve been out west with Sue and Steve where we met up with Annie and Andy and our other friends. We had adventures and got all caught up on one another's lives. We’ve also spent long lazy days here on the river. And even as we have grown closer and closer, I’ve watched my sweet Allie getting ready to leave us and head to college. I miss that child more than I could have imagined I could.

She left this past week and I’m not sure who was the most upset, her mom Kate, or me. Allie is extremely happy. She is going to the same college as Ryan and it’s really not that far away, just under an hour. I know Ryan will take care of her. He loves her in a way that makes my heart swell when I see him look at her. He did take my advice to heart. He eased up to give Allie a bit of breathing room. That is until Allie herself went and messed that up.

Allie’s dad Andrew travels often and this summer Kate was away several times looking after her mother. Drew usually went with his mom and sometimes Allie did too but her job kept her here most of the time. So Allie was staying home alone and Kate asked me to watch over her and make sure she behaved herself, the thought of which never failed to make Tom chuckle. Allie and Sue and I visited a great deal during the day and Allie was either at work or with Ryan most evening. But she was usually at home by midnight and we had a signal that she would turn off the outside lights when she came in so I would know she was home safe and sound. If she planned to be late she would let me know.

She was usually with Ryan so I seldom worried. But one weekend this summer Ryan was back on campus for the weekend and Allie was on her own. That Saturday evening I invited her over but she wasn’t feeling well. She told me “I’m just going to run down and get my check and then I’m going on to bed.” I made sure she wasn’t really unwell and she assured me she wasn’t she was more just tired and bored. I saw her pull in after picking up her check and shortly thereafter her house was dark and quiet.

Tom asked me for a date – a movie, just the two of us in our little theater. We watched John Wayne in ‘The Quiet Man’ an old one we both enjoy. If you've ever seen it I'm sure you can understand why Tom likes it!

The movie was even better snuggling together eating popcorn and drinking wine. The movie ended just before 1:00 AM and as we were getting ready for bed my cell rang, a very unusual occurrence for the wee hours of the morning.

It was Ryan calling from college and he sounded concerned “Gosh Cassie, I hate to bother you so late but I was wondering if Allie was over there. I’ve called her cell forever and she’s not answering. Do you know where she is?”

I had to laugh at the boy. “Ryan I swear you are as bad as Tom! She’s safe and sound in her bed. I saw her come home around 9:00 and she told me she was going to bed early. She probably has her phone off. Just because you’re out of town you’re turning into a regular worry wart. Allie’s fine!”

“Cassie” Ryan voice sounded agitated, “I’m not at school. I decided to drive back tonight. I’m standing in Allie’s bedroom. Her car’s here, her pocket book’s here, but she not!”

Come back soon, I’m typing whenever I get the chance.

Friday, June 04, 2010

More soon

I have not forgotten that I am in the middle of a story! I'm just a slow typist and busy at the moment. But I am certainly working on in and I will have more up soon. I hope you'd come back.


Monday, April 05, 2010


Its spring and I am doing the happy dance about that. Several of you were worried about me taking the boat out without Tom’s permission the last time I wrote. Don’t worry about that – I want access to the boat this summer so I am always good about the boat until late in the season. LOL! Don’t want him taking my boat key away (that is assuming I get them back from him this season). They were in his pocket at the end of last summer but surely I can sweet talk them away from him soon.

You might be wondering where I’ve been lately, I can tell you in two words – the club. They were just beginning to build this lovely club when we moved here several years ago. There have been delays and postponements but it is finally up and running. The golf course has been complete for 5 years but the parts I find interesting are now my second home. They have a game room for adults –cards and board games and well and an electronic one for the children, a fantastic gym (I’m told), indoor and outdoor pools, hot tubs and spas, massage rooms, an indoor track and a superb out door one that goes all around the golf course. It is both a running and biking path and I have been an avid user of both.

They have a wonderful restaurant and bar, rooms that can be rented for large gatherings and they host dances weekly. Attached is also a dog park with attendants. Once Willow passed the ‘Use your best doggie manners’ course she is welcomed to stay and play with her friends while I’m inside. The whole club is a delightful addition to the area.

I’ve been so good this winter that I know Tom must be bored to tears with me. But while still being on my best behavior I did managed to get him all stirred up the other day through no fault of my own of course – stop laughing, I’m serious! Despite my active life style I sometimes have great difficulty sleeping and lately has been one of those times. I can go to sleep fine but I wake sometime between 2 and 3 and then it’s all over. I can’t get back to sleep. Tom knows I’m having this problem but with my history he is very reluctant to allow me to use sleeping pills of any kind.

I usually get up to read or watch an old movie or something but the other morning when the weather was much warmer I found myself drawn outside by the full moon. I put Willow in her yard because I wasn’t up to her morning exuberance. I grabbed my robe as it was still a bit chilly in the pre-dawn hours and wandered down to the dock to watch the moon over the water and wait for the day to begin.

It was lovely and still, much more soothing than any sleeping pill and I drifted back to sleep curled in a little ball in our patio chair.

Meanwhile my early rising husband was looking for me. I don’t suppose he was too concerned when I wasn’t in bed but then after looking through the house and deck he evidently became concerned. The car was there, my bike was there, the boat was there and Willow was there – but no wife. Sue and Steve were out of town so I wasn’t visiting them. He then noticed that the clothes I had laid out for the next day were there also but that my robe was missing.

Back he goes outside but and according to him he shouted for me but evidently I was soundly asleep by that time. He did scan the dock but as I was curled down in the chair there was nothing to be seen.

Let me break into my story here to tell you something I have realized about my husband. In the early day of our marriage Tom usually spanked me for not acting like a lady – cursing, telling off colored jokes, throwing temper tantrums and such. Mostly that has gone by the way side mostly because my behavior has falling into that of a lady – at least when Tom is around. He has always spanked vigorously and with passion if I lie to him (that hasn’t changed). And the same if he thinks I have put myself in danger.

In recent years I feel my serious spanking have come from one thing – scaring Tom. And for a big strong man it seems everything I do scares him! It’s just not fair. Driving the Toy on the highway, taking the boat out alone, not telling him where I am every blessed minute of the day, not answering my phone the second it rings – oh my, I could go on. I’m waiting for him to grab me from my chair when I’m reading, put me over his knee and wear me out for putting myself in danger of getting a paper cut by turning the pages. Sigh… It’s wonderful to be loved in such away but he needs to realize I have good sense and I can take care of myself!! I suppose my oldest readers might need to take a minute here to wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes before you continue.

Back to my story, just before six Tom called next door to see if Kate or Andrew had seen me. Everyone was up and getting ready for work or school and they all came out to help Tom look. By this time Tom’s anxiety and anger were about evenly mixed.

It was my sweet Allie who had the obvious solution. “Have you let Willow look?” she asked. “Cassie and I always play hide-and-seek with her and she always finds us. If Cassie anywhere around Willow will fine her.” I think Tom should have thought of this himself but evidently he didn’t.

Tom went over and let Willow out from her yard. She was delighted to have so many people in the yard to play with so early. Allie had her sit and then said “Let’s play Willow. Where’s Cassie, find Cassie.” Willow was so happy to be playing her favorite game that she dance in place for a few seconds then dashed to the dock and thrust and cold nose and a licking tongue into my face as her morning greeting. I sat up wondering exactly where I was and turned to see everyone walking my way. Tom looked angry enough to pitch me in the river!

When they arrived Tom took a moment to praise and pet Willow – who seemed extremely pleased with herself.

“What are you all doing out here?” I asked still somewhat sleepily.

“We were looking for you! Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?”

“Good grief, Tom was I supposed to wake you at 3 AM to tell you I was going to sit outside for a bit?” I was feeling a bit self-conscious with everyone staring at me and I wanted to go in before any further discussing. Tom gave Allie and hug and thanked her “I should have thought to ask for Willow’s help.” He told her.

He turned to me and said “Let’s go in, I want to talk to you.”

I doubt that his tone sounded ominous to Kate and Andrew but Allie picked up on it right away and whispered to me “Are you in trouble?”

“I shouldn’t be” I whispered back to her “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“That doesn’t always matter when they think we’ve done something” she answered.

I looked at her in a bit of surprise and asked “Is my boy Ryan being hard on you girl?”

“Oh no”, she laughed absentmindedly rubbing her butt; “we’re fine.” I need to have a long talk with that girl!

But there was not time then as I looked up to see Tom holding the door for me. I came in somewhat reluctantly and stopped to give Willow some attention as Tom strode on into the kitchen. I’ve lived with Tom a long time and this is not my first campaign. I have learned to guard my rear flank so to speak! Instead of going to him for a hug and kiss I took a seat on the far side of the table as Tom stood staring at me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

I didn’t wait for him to start. “Tom you just need to calm down. I can feel that itch in your spanking hand from here and it’s not going to get scratched! I did not do one thing wrong.”

“Why didn’t you answer me? I called for you several time – were you hiding on purpose just to make me worry?

I stared at him incredulously “Why would I do that? Tom, I couldn’t sleep. I got up and wandered in here for a while. The weather was pretty and it was a full moon. I went to sit on the dock and watch the water. It lulled me back to sleep and I never heard you calling. I slept until Willow woke me and that’s the truth.”

Tom looked a little less angry and began “Then why didn’t you tell me… You could have left a note… I mean I don’t like not being able to find you…”

I almost laughed at his frustration. He had obviously been planning to wear me out when he found me but even he was beginning to realize that I hadn’t done anything wrong. Poor man! LOL!

“Am I safe walking over there for a cup of coffee?” I asked. Tom just shook his head and started me a cup. I came over as gasped as Tom grabbed me and pulled me to him. I got a kiss and a bear hug and one hard pop on the rear. Snuggling into him I said “I told you all you spank for anymore is because you’re scared. You have to learn to relax!”

“I have to get ready for work – you made me miss my run this morning. I hope you will be prepared of help me burn off some energy when I get home.” Now don’t you all worry about Tom. I did help him burn energy once he got home – I even got a spanking although not the one he had been planning that morning while he was looking for me thank goodness. It was stingy but as long as Tom’s in a good mood I really don’t mind. But now I really need to talk to Allie! I’ll let you know what I find out.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Another meme

I feel like I've been away forever. I have been busy, busy, busy! But now I feel like doing some writing if I can find a minute. I haven't had time yet but I'm getting there. Meanwhile, so you won't forget me completely, I stole this meme right off a friend on facebook. I promise to be back soon. I miss you all!

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
Ice Cream! I love my ice cream, peach tonight.

2. Can you play Guitar Hero?
Can I do what?

3. Name someone who made you laugh today?
Tom, Sue, Allie, Willow – it’s been a good day!

4. How late did you stay up last night and why?
I got in bed between 10:30 and 11:00, I guess because that’s about bedtime.

5. If you could move somewhere else, would you?
No, no, no!! I have done all the moving I ever plan to do! My home here on the river is where I want to live forever.

6. Ever been kissed under fireworks?
I have, right here on the river every New Year’s Eve!

7. Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Never, never could I have been friends with my ex-husband but there are several men I’ve dated that I am still friends with today friends today.

8. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?
I’m more of a Coke girl.

9. When was the last time you cried really hard? It’s been quite.

10. Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Allie and Ryan are forever taking my picture, surely they could find something better to photograph.

11. Was yesterday better than today?
No today was wonderful!!

12. Can you live a day without TV?
Oh yes, that would be no problem – I can keep my computer can’t I?

13. Are you upset about anything?
I am. There is something going on at our club that I am becoming quite annoyed with but Tom keeps telling me to let it go. We’ll see.

14. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
On my, the relationship Tom and I have shared has been worth the world to me.

15. Are you a bad influence?
I have been accused of that once or twice. But of course the answer is an absolute NO! LOL!

16. Night out or night in?
Now that’s a hard one. I have always love dressing up and going out and partying with all our friends but I also love our evening alone – just Tom and Willow and me. I guess if Tom’s around in or out it pretty wonderful.

17. What items could you not go without during the day?
Items? I like my computer, would love to throw my cell phone in the river – I always want my car keys!

18. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
A lady from our church.

19. How do you feel about your life right now?
I love it, my husband, my home and my friends – I love it all.

20. Do you hate anyone?
I do not, but there is a woman at the club I am quite annoyed with.

21. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?
LOL! I would have to say yes if I ever plan on sitting again!

22. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
I think a safe bet here would be to say ‘no’.

23. What song is stuck in your head?
None thank heavens!

24. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 AM, who do you want it to be?
If that were to happen it would scare me to death – everyone, stay away from my windows at night!!

25. Wanna have grandkids before you’re 50?
Not having any children of my own would have made that difficult, but with Ryan and Allie and Drew I feel like I was blessed with grandchildren before 70!

26. Name something you have to do tomorrow.
I want to go out in the boat but Tom is still touchy about my boat use from way last summer. So I am trying to restrain myself and not pester him too much.

27. Do you think too much or too little?
That depends entirely who you ask! LOL!

Saturday, February 06, 2010

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!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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.