Ryan has his say

Happy Birthday to me! Actually my birthday was last week but there has been much too much excitement to take the time to write about it. I’m still absorbing it myself. But never fear I will be sharing the details with you soon. I was so pleases to have a birthday greeting from my dear brother Paul – he remembered, and I was just delighted.

Today I am taking a day to rest and catch my breath. I thought it was high time to finish up the story on Allie taking the boat out by herself. Katy also reminded me I never told you what happened to the other girls after out last trip and our ill fated decision to venture into the world of henna tattoos. I haven’t forgotten and I will give you an update soon. Meanwhile you can find the beginning of Allie’s story here.

The next morning, before heading off to work, Tom had woken me with a hard pop to my bottom, a delightful kiss and a stern warning to behave myself. I had no objection to any of the three. I knew I had more than dodged a bullet the day before, and I had no plans to give Tom any reason to be upset with me in the near future.

I was headed to the deck with my coffee the next morning as Allie headed out of her house. How that girl can drink cold Dr. Pepper in the mornings rather than coffee is beyond me, but to each her own. She eased into a chair and I had to grin.

“Little sore dear?” I asked sweetly.

She glared at me for a minute before laughing, “Sore and a boil!” she admitted. “I really enjoy it when Ryan spanks me for fun, but this ‘I’m dead serious and I’m going to spank you until you see it my way’ crap has to stop!”

I nodded in sympathy and full understanding. “I want to hear everything he had to say but first tell me what in the world you were talking about when you left here yesterday. What is it that Sue and I don’t have and you do and you’re not happy about it?”

Allie gave me a blank stare. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She told me. “I didn’t say anything about you guys not having something.”

“Allie! I heard half the conversation right out in my drive way and I’ve been dying to know ever since, don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

“Sorry Cassie, not a clue.”

Grrrrr… I had been wondering all night. “All right, never mind. Just tell me what happened yesterday.”

I’ll let Allie share in her own words but you know I’ll have to slip in my comments along the way.

You know I was really ticked with Ryan yesterday morning, she began. I mean, what was wrong with taking a little time off for fun? But Ryan was a lot madder than I was I guess. He was mad about some of the things I said when I stomped off, he was mad I took the boat out alone and he was really mad about me running out of gas. You know the men – they have to see the dangerous side of everything.

(I could certainly vouch for that!)

I was going to take your advice and try not to make him any madder but one of the first things he said was, “When we get to my house you’re better get your butt in the corner while I take a shower and try to cool off.” I hate standing in the corner! It’s stupid and I told him so. I told him you guys didn’t have to and I shouldn’t have to either! But he said he didn’t care, I did have to.

Suddenly Allie stopped and laughed “That was it Cassie – I said you guys didn’t have to stand in the corner and Ryan said ‘Well you do!’”

I laughed with her, “Mystery solved! Go on.”

I fumed all the way back to his place. I was not standing in any stupid corner and when we got there I told him so.

“You have no right to tell me to do that.” I told him as we came in the door. “It’s stupid and childish! And I won’t do it.”

He just stared at me for a minute before answering me. Finally he said “You are going to stand in that corner and let me tell you why. For ninety-five percent of our relationship we’re equal. I don’t try to boss you or tell you what you can do or not do. But we agreed on a few rules and when you break one of them, then I’m in charge and I’ll handle things the way I see fit. That’s going to include corner time and after that I’m going to spank your butt. Your temper tantrum put you out on the river, drifting, no gas, no way home. If you had forgotten your phone you would have been really screwed, wouldn’t you? You think standing in the corner is childish? You tell me one thing about your actions today that weren’t childish. When you screw up like that you give up your right to say what you will and will not do. Get it?”

“Ahh… Cassie, I knew he was right but I just couldn’t make myself give in. I just stood there glaring at him.”

Finally he said “Fine, I give you your choice in this corner thing.”

Great, I thought, I am going to have some kind of out.

“Here’s the deal. You can stand there with a white butt or a red one – you pick.”

“That’s no choice!” I spat at him.

“Fine” he answered. “Red it is!”

“Don’t even say it Cassie, I know I was stupid, and it gets worse.”

Remember I was just wearing my bathing suit – about zero protection. He pulled me over his knee and started with his hand just about as hard as he could. I was realizing fast that I should have just let him take his stupid shower and calmed down. He was spanking really fast and I finally yelled. “Stop. I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“You’ll do what?” he stopped and asked me.

“I’ll stand in the damn corner!”

I stared at Allie in horror. What on earth had the girl been thinking?

Don’t look at me like that Cassie – I know I’m stupid! Boy I didn’t think he could take that spanking up another notch but he did. “Do you really think this is a good time to start cussing at me?” He wanted to know. I was crying by the time he finished. But when he said “Now get those bottoms off and get in that corner.” I didn’t argue any more.

As I stood there rubbing all I could do was hope and praying that he took a nice long shower. I needed time to recover. I was pretty sure he was going to use that friggin hair brush he has. He only uses it when he’s really pissed and he was. I wasn’t sure I could take it on top of what I had just gotten. I have to admit I wasn’t thinking about why I shouldn’t have taken the boat out. I was really wondering why Tom had ever mentioned spanking to Ryan in the first place and why the hell did I agree to do along with it?

I had to chuckle. I’m sure she has asked herself that more than once.

He didn’t shower every long. I could hear him getting dressed. I heard him come into the room but I didn’t turn around. He finally said “Allie, come over here.”

Cassie, when I turned around he looked so hot! Tight jeans, no shirt, that beautiful six pack, his hair wet and combed back. He was gorgeous except for that hideous black brush he was holding. I went to him and gave him a really good kiss and said “Please Ryan, I’m really sorry. But you’ve already spanked me. Can’t you just forgive me and skip any more. Maybe we could just spend the afternoon in bed.”

He stopped me from kissing him anymore, and told me “You know you’re forgiven but that doesn’t make the spanking you’ve got coming go away.” He took off my bathing suit top. I mean geeze, I was completely naked and he’s more interested in spanking than making love. What’s wrong with him?

“Oh, honey” I interjected. “If you find an answer to that question please tell me. It seems once they decide they’re going to spank nothing changes their minds. And you can trust me, I’ve tried everything!”

We shook our head and the shortcoming in our men and Allie went on. He pulled me over his lap again and then asked me why I was getting spanked. I told him it was because I did something he thought was stupid and dangerous.

“It was stupid and dangerous.” He told me. “Specifically, you cussed at me when I told you no about taking the morning off.” He started with the brush and I was about to jump out of my skin! “I wouldn’t ask you to blow off the restaurant one night on a whim.” I could have told him that that was different - I mean his schedule is more flexible than mine. But I thought just begging him to stop was about all I could handle at the moment. Geeze, Cassie that damn thing really hurts!

I knew it did and I nodded in sympathy.

The next thing he said was that it was also for taking the boat out when I had a rule from him and Dad not to do it. That brush was about to ignite my butt, I didn’t think I could take it. I threw my hand out but I managed to keep from reaching back. Ryan said, “You get that hand in my way and you’ll be sorry. Don’t they know how hard it is not to reach back? I did stop myself but I was kicking some. He put his leg over mine and just kept going. I was just sobbing finally saying I was sorry and I would never do it again. When he stopped he rubbed the back of the brush over my butt. And I just collapsed over his lap.

“There’s one more thing…” he started to say.

“No, please. No more with the brush. I can’t take it!” I told him.

“All right, no more brush.” he agreed. He started rubbing my butt. He was rubbing lightly but it still hurt. He helped me up. “Allie we’re still going to talk about your carelessness. Going off in a huff and not checking the gas put you in real danger. Sometimes there are assholes out on the water that would like nothing better than to find someone like you alone and stranded, if that had happened what would you have done? Tell me that.”

“Cassie that never even occurred to me, I think Ryan has an over developed imagination .”

“He must have caught it from Tom.” I told her, “That man can turn anything into a reason to spank. I could be reading quietly in a chair and he’d decide to spank me for putting myself in danger of getting a paper cut!” Allie and I laughed together but sometime I think there is some truth in it than Tom will admit.

Anyway, Allie went on. He took me around to the back of the couch. Then he started unbuckling his belt. All I could think was ‘no, No, NO!!’ But my thinking wasn’t stopping him. I had to bend over the stupid couch and he swatted me with that belt HARD about five times. I could hear the damn thing whistling through the air. I was about ready to jump the couch when he stopped. That thing left bruises.

When it was over he hugged me and just let me cry. I was sorry about everything, that I’d cussed him, and that I’d taken the boat out alone and that I hadn’t checked the gas. And I was really sorry that I’d gotten spanked for it all.

As she finished her story we sat in silence for a while. I finally told her “I’m really sorry honey. Every time you get a serious spanking I feel so guilty. It’s directly our fault that your relationship is like this. I wish I could take it all back. But you can’t un-ring a bell”

“Cassie! Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare say that or I’ll never tell you one more thing about Ryan and me. You guys brought Ryan into my life! I couldn’t be more grateful, and the spanking part, well most of them I really love too. Even the really hard ones like this are worth it to have Ryan in my life.”

“Besides,” she went on. “He was a real gentleman afterwards and offered to kiss anything that hurt and make it feel all better. And he did!” she told me with a slight blush.

I didn’t tell her right then that I had Tom’s full consent to take the boat out alone. When I told her later she was jealous but decided not to tackle her dad or Ryan for the same privilege.

Well that was one of our summer adventures. Both Allie and Ryan are back at school now and the neighborhood is just not the same without them. Although do manage to have some pretty good times on our own. I’ll definitely work to fine more time to write and keep everyone more up to date. But my birthday present will be occupying my attention too! Perhaps the two, my gift and my need to write, can be combined. You’ll hear from me soon.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

You can find the beginning of the story here.


How could I have been so stupid? I had told no one I had had an extra boat key made at the beginning of the summer. I hadn’t even used it before that day because Tom had been very relaxed about the boat this summer. It was this past summer he had taken the keys away after one of my solitary jaunts. This was more than just not telling him something. I know Tom, in his mind this was pure defiance and lying, two things of which he is the least tolerant. My mind went numb seeing them in his hand. I was still staring at Tom, not saying anything.

“Cassie, I asked you a question. Where did this key come from?”

My knees felt a little weak and I abruptly sat in the chair, feeling, with dread, the recent round with the wooden spoon. We’ve been married for decades – I can always come up with a somewhat convincing ‘it’s not my fault’ story, but nothing was coming. Nothing. The only thing running through my mind was ‘stupid, stupid, stupid’. I’m no angel but I’m usually pretty good at covering my tracks. In my rush to get Allie I saw the boat key wasn’t hanging in its usual spot and I grabbed my secret key and went. When I got home I hung it in the normal spot not giving it another thought. I continued to stare at Tom without answering.

“Did you have another key made without telling me?” Tom’s eyes and tone demanded an answer.

“Yes.”

I guess that wasn’t much of an answer but it was all I could come up with at the moment.

“When did you have it made?”

“Early this summer.”

My complete lack of defense seemed to be throwing Tom off. He waited another minute then asked, “Did you have this key made so you could sneak off in the boat anytime you felt like it? In case I locked the key away you could just defy me and take it out?”

I couldn’t answer. Tom waited for me to say something else and when I didn’t he picked up the ivory brush from the dresser. I closed my eyes. I felt deep remorse for what I’d done. To many of you it might seem like a very little thing in the long run. But it wasn’t a little thing to Tom. I do things to irritant Tom all the time, often on purpose – more teasing than anything else. But I knew things like this really hurt him. This was the type activities that damaged, however slightly, the true bond of love and trust we have with one another. Maybe that was why I offered no defense.

Tom removed my shorts and panties at the same time. I still offered no protest; I only reached out to hug a pillow to my face as Tom put me over his lap. Tom began spanking hard. It hurt. I know that sounds like stating the obvious but there are many ways to lessen the pain, mentally and physically. I wasn’t trying to use any of them. I was just accepting, I wanted it to hurt. I had hurt Tom and I hate myself when I do that. Tom paused; I knew he couldn’t be finished. He hadn’t even starting talking yet. But Tom stood me up; I brought the pillow with me still sobbing into it.

“Cassie, talk to me.” I wouldn’t look at Tom. He took the pillow and hugged me to his chest. “Talk to me.” he repeated.

I just cried as he held me. I finally go out a gasping “I’m sorry.”

Tom tried to get me to look at him but I just couldn’t. “Girl, what is wrong with you? I know you’re sorry. But this isn’t like you. Tell me what’s going on.” He was right, I wasn’t myself but I really didn’t understand what I was feeling.

“Come on,” he said helping me redress, “I still what to go out on the boat.” I came with him silently as he grabbed the picnic basket. In the boat I took a seat near the front, the farthest from Tom. Willow kept nudging me as we headed out but I was too wrapped up in my thought to ever pet her. During the ride I was digging in my mind. I was trying to grasp what was really bothering me. It certainly wasn’t the spanking – which should have been worse. Tom was acting more concerned than angry, why was I feeling overwhelming sadness?

Giving me time, I think, to gather my thoughts, Tom drove a long way. Eventually I turned to look at him driving the boat and it hit me. The reason I was so upset. As it hit me I began crying again. Tom stopped and secured the boat before coming back to me. He didn’t say anything, he just waited.

“I want to keep my boat key.” I blurted out. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. I don’t think that was what he’d been expecting to hear. “Tom I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. I feel terrible, but when I did it I wasn’t feeling rebellious or sneaky, I felt… I felt young.”

I went on before I lost my nerve. “Tom I’ve taken the boat out alone several times this summer.”

Well that surprised him! Confession may be good for the soul but it’s not something he hears from me very often. He opened his mouth to say something but I rushed on, not really wanting to hear what he had to say. “Let me tell you how it happened then you can have your say.” I took a deep breath and went on. One morning early this summer I got up, ate, read the paper and then headed back to get ready for the day. I walked into the bathroom and there, out of nowhere, was this old, old woman staring at me from the mirror. Oh Tom, it was horrible. I just stared at her wondering how she had snuck up on me so completely unaware.”

“I began putting on my make-up, trying to cover her up. But all I was thinking was ‘that’s what Tom has to wake up to each morning.”

“Cassie, you are…” Tom began.

“Stop.” I told him, “I’m not looking for reassurance I just wanted you to know what happened.” I went on with my story. “I was feeling so bad I went out in the yard to sit with Willow and suddenly I want to go out on the boat – alone. And I just went, well with Willow too. Tom I can’t tell you what it did for me! It was wonderful. I felt young! When I got to back to the house my mood had changed completely. Tom, I felt like ‘me’ on that boat ride, I feel like I did when I was 30. There are no wrinkles on my mind!

“And honey,” I went on, “I know what you’re picturing when you think of me alone out there. You see me giving it full throttle with one hand and a wine bottle in the other going 90 miles an hour while doing figure 8s! And that’s not how it is. I always wear my life vest, not just on, but clipped closed. I take my phone in that little neon, water proof bag that floats and I clip it to my live vest – I even have a spare ID and phone numbers in there.”

I could tell Tom was somewhat surprised by my safety measures but this was still something he was dead set against and I wasn’t sure what he would do. I went on trying to make him understand.

“Tom the freedom I feel on the boat when I take it out does more for my mental health than all the antidepressants taken by all those women at the club combined. It’s the best thing I know to keep that ugly, old woman in the mirror from jumping out and yelling ‘gotch ya’ every time I walk past.”

Tom finally stopped my rambling explanation with a stern “That enough, Cassie. I’m trying to understand what you’re telling me about the boat. But, so help me, if you insult my wife one more time you’ll get your third spanking of the day and it will be way worse than the other two combined. You are the most beautiful thing in my life and you should know that. I’ve never seen a woman who has aged more beautifully than you. I won’t let you talk like that.”

My sweet Tom. He’s sincere. Sometimes I think if his eye sight is that poor he shouldn’t be driving. I would give anything to have a bit of attention from a plastic surgeon on my face and neck – and several other places could used a hand too, but honestly I’d have better luck talking Tom into letting me have my chest tattooed. I said no more about the face in the mirror. I just sat in silence with Tom’s arm around me wondering what he was thinking about all I’d told him.

He wasn’t letting me know anything at the moment. He gave me a brief ‘hmmm…’ and then opened the picnic basket and we ate our bread and cheese and drank our wine and watched the sunset. It was a beautiful ride back home. Tom seemed calm and relaxed as we came in and I felt reasonable certain that my bottom was safe for the evening. After he had slept on all I’d told him, I wasn’t sure what his attitude would be.

I was heading to the bedroom when Tom said from behind me “Here, I think these are yours.” I whirled around. Tom was holding my boat key out to me. I couldn’t believe it. “Honey, you have to know I worry about you all the time, but if those boat rides are doing you that much good I can’t take them from you. Please keep taking all the precautions you were telling me about and one more thing, leave a note in the house letting me know if you are going up or down river and what time you left. Will you promise me that?”

“I… you…”I was nearly speechless. “Yes, of course, you have my word Tom. I can’t believe this.”

Tom hugged me and gave me a kiss. “You are beautiful Cassie, you have to know that. You’re beautiful when we dress up and go out and you’re beautiful when you come in covered in dirt and sweat from your flowers and you’re beautiful when you first wake up each morning. And if you were any younger acting there’s no way I could possible keep up with you. No more talk of mirrors or you won’t be pleased with the results, I promise you.”

I love Tom. I don’t give him enough credit. When I talk to him and really explain myself I can get farther than when I try to sneak around him. Old habits die hard I guess.

I had a message on the machine when we got back. It was from Allie. “I’m coming for coffee in the morning. I’ll tell you about my day. Let’s use the cushion chairs.’”

I had forgotten about poor Allie! But she sounded fine. I was anxious to clear up the mystery of what Sue and I had that she didn’t and why she was upset about it.


I’ll tell you about Allie's story one day soon.

Picky men!

This story began back here.


We both slowed to a putter and docked safely. Ryan tied my boat securely and then gave me his hand to climb from the boat. As Allie cut her engine I said loudly,

“Thanks Allie.” Turning to Ryan I added “We both needed gas so we decided to go together since you and Tom are so picky about going out on the boat alone.” It might have been a feeble effort but I wanted to try.

“Don’t even start Cassie; I know Allie took the boat out alone. I call Ned at the station. He said you’d been there filling the tanks but he hadn’t see Allie.”

Oh, shoot! And it could have nearly worked too. Allie jumped out of the boat and right into defense – which I didn’t really need.

“Ryan, did you call Tom? You better not have. Cassie was helping me out – you were too busy working today. I wouldn’t have dared called you for help.”

Wooo… I felt like ducking for cover. Ryan looked angry enough without Allie attacking him. He was silent for a long minute just staring at Allie. I’ve noticed lately that Ryan has become quite good at using silence – perhaps something else he’s picked up from Tom. It seemed to cause Allie to lose much of her bravado and drop her eyes.

“I haven’t talked to Tom. You are the only one I want to talk to right now.” He told her.

Oh my, that didn’t sound fortunate for Allie. I stood looking at the two of them. Being a married woman I shouldn’t admit this, but I just think Ryan is the best looking thing! His hair has lightened from being in the sun so much. He is deeply tan from the same. In his sleeveless shirt, his muscles looked so chiseled. Allie is a tall girl but Ryan is taller by several inches. I swear I think he is the only man I ever notice other than my Tom, but at times this beautiful boy has made me blush when I see him. Tom has noticed too and teases me unmercifully about it. But as I watched him now, with his jaw sit, all I could see was a young man who would make a formidable spanker and I didn’t envy Allie for one minute.

“Don’t worry about Tom.” I told them trying to break the tension. “I’ll tell him when he gets home. He won’t be upset.”

“Good.” Ryan answer “I don’t like keeping secrets. I’m no good at it. Allie, you ready to go?” Ryan asked.

“Go where?” Allie asked with hesitation.

“I want to talk to you. Let’s go to my house.”

Allie gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “That’s for coming to my rescue Cassie. But I think I’m screwed now.”

I gave her a squeeze and whispered back “Just don’t make him any madder. Be sweet and tell him you’re sorry.”

I wanted to say something to Ryan, to go easy on her or something but I do occasionally learn from past experience to leave them to work things out between the two of them. I know it’s the only way but it’s hard for me not to meddle.

They walked to the end of my drive hand and hand. They stopped there for a minute to talk and I headed to the house. I couldn’t really hear much of what they were saying when I saw Allie take a step back in shock and loudly stated ‘NO! Cassie and Sue don’t have …’ I couldn’t catch the rest of what she said but I clearly heard Ryan answer with ‘Well you do!’

I was dying to know exactly what they were talking about. It took supreme self control to just go on in the house. I was sure Allie would tell me later. What could she have been talking about? What do Sue and I not have that Allie does that had upset her so. I couldn’t get the mystery off my mind. I was hoping to hear from Allie later in the afternoon but I hadn’t by the time Tom got home.

I greeted him as he arrived. We talked for a minute as I fixed him a glass of sweet tea – the house wine of the south. As we settled down on the deck to talk, I started right in on my day. I know he wouldn’t have really minded me going to help Allie but I wanted to tell him up front and not have someone else spill the beans.

“I did something today you don’t approve of, but it couldn’t be helped.” I began.

“And want was that?” My sweet husband asked instantly.

“I took the boat out by myself. Now just keep that spanking hand still.” I hastened to tell him as his eyes got that squinty, annoyed look. “I had to and here’s why…” I proceeded to tell Tom the whole story. “So,” I concluded, “I couldn’t leave the poor child stranded in the river. But we both got back safe and sound. You’re not mad are you?”

“Hmmm…” Tom began noncommittally. “I think Ryan needs to warm that little girl’s behind.”

“Well you just stay out of it.” I told him. “I sure from being under your tutelage Ryan has certainly thought of that himself. I haven’t seen Allie all afternoon since Ryan took her to ‘talk’.”

“Now as for you young lady…”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” I interrupted.

“Cassie I’m glad you were here to help Allie out but you should have called Ryan or someone to go with you. You should have called me to let me know what was going on. I’m not mad, Allie needed help and I’m happy you were able to help her, I’m just pointing out that you still didn’t have to go alone.”

“She didn’t want Ryan to know.” I pointed out. Tom’s look told me that excuse didn’t hold much water with him. “And I didn’t call you because you would have been all upset over nothing and trying to take charge of the rescue from 50 miles away. I just went and got her – problem solved.”

Tom held out a hand and we went into the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. “I don’t know. I still wish you’d called me to let me know what was going on. Wait…” Tom turned to look directly at me with piercing eyes, “Where were you when I called you?”

For goodness sakes, I’d been good as gold and he was going to find something picky to fuss about. “I was getting gas.” I repeated not quite meeting his gaze.

“For the car or the boat?” Tom asked, coming directly to the point.

“The boat – but I didn’t lie to you Tom. I told you I was getting gas; you can’t be upset with…”

“I am upset. Cassie you know that’s kind of deception that annoys me. Why didn’t you just tell me then what was going on. Did you think I’d tell you not to go get Allie?”

“I was in a hurry thinking about getting to her. I didn’t want to go into it all.”

Tom had quit listen by that time. I hate being in the kitchen when he decides it time for an impromptu spanking. Wooden spoons are not my friends. Tom tucked me under his arm and proceeded to address the seat of my shorts with some unnecessarily hard swats. If you aren’t familiar with the feel of being spanked with a wooden spoon let me point out that it carries a lot of power in each swat and that all the sting lands in one small spot.

I was rubbing for dear life when he let me up. “That hurt.” I couldn’t help exclaiming.

“Cassie, don’t keep things from me. That’s the bottom line. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes.” I answered shortly, turning away.

Tom wasn’t really angry and he pulled me into a big hug. Resting his head on top of mine he said “How about taking some bread and cheese and wine and have a picnic on the boat. Would you like that?”

My bottom was still stinging but the evening he was planning sounded too good to waste time pouting. “If you’ll leave that horrible spoon here you have a date.” I told him. I’ll be ready in a minute. I left Tom pulling out picnic supplies and I headed to our room.

It seemed like only a few minutes when I heard Tom at the bedroom door. He spoke calmly but the words crashed in my ears all the same.

“Cassie Jane, where did this boat key come from?”

Oh no!

My boat key, the spare I had had made without Tom’s knowledge, my keys to freedom that I NEVER wanted Tom to know about, the one he would kill me for having it he ever found out, was dangling from his hand.

Allie has a temper

I’ve wanted to write for quite a while now. I’m enjoying my summer to the utmost. Tom has taken enough time off work to keep me mostly satisfied. We’ve done a little traveling, had some visitors and enjoyed the river to the fullest. And, as always, it’s been a joy having Allie and Ryan here.

Believe it or not I have managed to stay out of trouble for long stretched this summer. Oh now I’ve managed to land on Tom’s bad side a time or two but I’m still standing (if not always sitting). My sweet Allie is a doll and rarely gets herself into trouble but we have a few things in common. Those things include a very low tolerance for being ignored by our men and the tendency to fall into a temper with that happens. Perhaps in the throes of that temper our best judgment does not always come to the forefront.

I do try to stay out of their squabbles. For one thing I love them both so much I always find myself torn. In addition to that, Tom often promises to warm my fanny if I don’t stop meddling. But there are occasions when I get pulled in before I know it.

For some reason the other day Allie got it into her head that she wanted Ryan to take off work and spend the day with her. Although it’s not an official business yet Ryan stays extremely busy with lawn maintenance and landscaping for many in our neighborhood. He has his days, even his weeks, planned out to keep everything running smoothly. So when Allie decided she wanted a day for just the two of them, Ryan didn’t feel like he was at a place where he could just drop everything and indulge her.

Allie is usually a very sensible girl but, when Ryan turned down what she made a very attractive offer, she got mad. I later learned she had hurled some very unkind words his way and stormed off to her home. Allie’s two best girlfriends work days while she has her waitress job in the evening, so they weren’t around to commiserate. Sue was out of town for the day and I was at the dentist. Poor Allie didn’t even have a car at here disposal that day. I really wish I’d been around. I’m sure having a sympathetic ear could have kept her from flying off the handle but as it was, she let her hurt feelings and anger over come her good sense.

Allie’s choice was to head off in the boat by herself. Now Allie’s no more allowed to go boating by herself than I am. This is her parents rule mostly but Ryan agrees with it completely. And as most of you know at 20 your boyfriend’s wishes often carries more weight than those of your parents. But Allie must have been thinking of neither as she roared off in a huff. Having done this on occasion myself I fully understand how she was feeling. But one thing I know for sure – don’t drive off in the boat mad until you see how much gas you have!

I hadn’t been home from the dentist long when I got a call from Allie.

“Cassie! Thank God you’re home. I need help!”

“Gracious child, where are you?” I asked with fear clutching my heart.

“No, sorry, I’m fine, but I took the boat out for a run and I’ve run out of gas. I don’t want Daddy or Ryan to know I went out alone. Daddy will ground me and never let me out on the boat again and Ryan will…”

“Say no more. I have the picture. Where are you?” She had gone a long way. “All right honey, I’m leaving now but I’ll have to go fill our tanks before heading your way. It’s going to be a while. Are you going to be all right?”

“I’ll be fine, but hurry!” She pleaded.

I knew she was in little danger one the water but I also knew the panic she was feeling about getting back without anyone knowing. I was having the gas cans filled, as well as our boat when Tom called as he often does at lunch time.

“Hey Sweetie, how’s your day going? Are you home?” he greeted me.

“No honey, remember I had the dentist this morning. I’m just getting gas now.” I told him, being 100% truthful. How your morning been?”

We chatted on for a while. I knew he would certainly not mind me rescuing Allie but there was no time to get into it over the phone. “I need to go now Tom, I don’t want to be talking and driving. Will you be on time tonight?” After assuring me he would we hung up and I roared off to help my girl.

Allie seemed thrilled to see me. We tied up together and I transferred the gas cans to her. While she was gassing up her phone rang but she ignored it. A few minutes later her phone chimed that she had a text. Sighing she looked at it.

“It’s Ryan.” She acknowledged. “He just said ‘Where are you?’”

Allie texted furiously for a second, looking up at me she said “I told him it was none of his business and that if he had wanted to know where I was today he could have spent the day with me.”

“Are you trying to make him madder?” I asked worried.

“Well you and Sue always say the best defense is a good offense.”

Heaven help her if she continues to use Sue and me as role models. About that time my phone rang. I looked to see who was calling and nodded at Allie’s worried look. I didn’t answer it.

“Come on Cassie we have to get back or my Ryan is going to blister my ass.”

Gratefully her engine began with no trouble and we headed home. As we finally rounded the last bend in the river before home I was in the lead. My heart sank as I saw Ryan standing on the dock. I glanced back at Allie and she nodded to let me know she’d seen him.



I'll be back soon with more of the story.

A little fantasy

No false pretenses now, this isn't one of my stories. This little fantasy was sent to me by a friend and it was just too good not to share.

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. when his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .


"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."



So now you know why Sue and I enjoy flying so much!

How does he do it?

What a wonderful summer we're having. Tom is working as much as ever but we are still getting time together. Ryan finished his short internship at Tom’s firm and seems more than happy to be back out in the summer heat working to get the beginnings of his future landscaping business up and running. The way the neighborhood has that poor boy running I think he will be well sought after when he graduates. Now he has the back breaking, and extremely hot, work of mowing and tending flower gardens. I’m happy to say, though, that he has adopted a siesta lifestyle. He will stop in the hottest part of the day for a swim with Allie and some rest in the shade.

I personally have been so good that there has been little to write about. I haven’t taken the boat out by myself one single time (that Tom knows about), and rarely at all. He’s stern admonishment at the beginning of the summer, ‘do not drink if I don’t put the drink in your hand’ has not been difficult to abide by. You see when we last stocked up on wine I positioned myself so that I put each bottle away as Tom unpacked it. Every drop of wine in those bottles was handed to me by my dear husband and thus, fair game!

Now don’t worry. Sue and I usually limit ourselves to one or two glasses in the afternoon and I’m pretty sure Tom knows. But truly I have been good and while I know Tom appreciated the effort I think he gets bored if I behave too well for too long. When this happens I think he sometimes gets picky and begins looking for reasons for a sound spanking. Goodness knows why, we have plenty of fun ones but then for no reason he gets all stern.

Here’s a case in point. Sue and I had plans to go to a pottery/craft show last week. Tom knew we were going. I didn’t really know what time we were planning to leave but that morning Sue called early – right after Tom left on his run. “How soon can you be ready? Let’s go to breakfast before we shop.”

I told her to come on as soon as she was ready and I’d hurry. I kept thinking Tom would be back before we left but evidently he was on a long run. Being a prefect wife I left him a note,

‘Tom,
Sue and I left early for breakfast. We’ll be home around one.
Love you,
Cassie’

We were headed out the door when Sue began fussing at me, “You’re not planning to carry that suitcase around all day are you? We’re going to be walking a lot and you’re gonna break you back.”

Sue is always making fun of my pocketbook and claiming I carry everything but the kitchen sink. It’s certainly not true but for this particular outing I realized she was right and quickly changed to a smaller bag.

We had a great day. The weather had cooled off and the crafts at this show were amazing. I love the craft shows where you can visit with the artist. We talked with many and got to watch them create some of the lovely pottery that they were selling. We bought a few things, had a big lunch and arrived home around two. Sue let me off and headed on home without coming in.

That was probably for the best. Tom was not in a good mood. I could tell that the minute I walked in. Tom came over and kissed me but it wasn’t a lingering one. “Where have you been?”

“Where have I been? You know Sue and I were going to the craft show today. And I left you a note this morning. You know exactly where I’ve been.” I told him somewhat bewildered.

“You’re late. You said you’d be home at one.”

I couldn’t figure out what had put the bee in his bonnet. “I think I said around one and it’s not even two so that’s around one. Would you be mad if I’d come home around twelve?” I was starting to get aggravated.

“That’s enough, Cassie Jane.” Tom told me in his sternest voice.

‘Enough’, ‘Cassie Jane’ what was going on? He was really upset and I knew it wasn’t because I’d been a little late.

“Tom, what are you mad about?” I ask, truly not understanding.

“I’m not mad.” He stated shortly, “But you know one of the rules of this house is that you will not leave without your cell phone. I come back home this morning, you’re not here. The cell phone is and then you breeze in here late acting as if nothing’s wrong.”

Bingo! I finally found was had gotten him upset. Hidden in that statement was the real reason of his annoyance, him coming home and I wasn’t here. It bugs him to death. That was what had started all this, but I realized he was planning to spank me for not taking my phone – chalk another one up to ‘It’s really Sue’s fault.’ She was the one who made me change my purse and I just forgot the phone.

“Tom you know I always have my phone with me these days. I haven’t forgotten it in months. Now you just calm down and I’ll tell you all about the craft show.”

I was talking to myself. Tom took my hand and led me to the bedroom, with me protesting all the way! I had not done anything wrong, not really. That didn’t stop him for a minute. I was quickly bare bottomed and over his lap. He spanked with his hand and I know in my head that it wasn’t even that hard but I was fighting him mentally the whole time and that always makes it hurt more.

He stopped but before letting me up he said “I’ve told you before, being without your cell phone will get you spanked every time. I don’t what you to forget that.”

I hate cell phones! I wish the damn things had never been invented! The spanking hadn’t been harsh but neither had it been a good girl. I was still annoyed and very quiet when he let me up. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head, but now I was the one annoyed. I hate feeling this way after a spanking but I couldn’t help it.

Tom went about his afternoon and I took on the job of completely avoiding him and muttering to myself about his unfairness. Around four, Steve and Sue came over. Tom, Steve and Ryan, who had joined us, were in the yard chipping golf balls while Sue and Allie and I sat on the deck. We watched the men and they listening to me gripe. Both Sue and Allie were properly sympathetic. Sue continued on her old theme ‘You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit and why don’t you throw his ass out?’ It’s her way of showing support and as always we ignored what she was saying until she came to the following phrase, “He just need to cool down.” She was exactly right. He did need to cool down.

Do you ever do something and the instant you do, you are stunned by your own actions? What’s what I felt almost as soon as I turn the lawn sprinklers on. I couldn’t believe my own actions. I heard the men bellow and watched them sprint to the house. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

They were soaked when they reached the deck. Everyone was staring at me in disbelief, even Sue and Allie. I made a grasp at behaving like any mature woman who was completely justified in going what she had done, I blamed Sue.

“I… I… Sue said Tom needed to cool down.” I stammered.

Sue was on her feet in a flash at my treachery. “You’re trying to blame me?

I’m sure the rest of what she had to say would have been most interesting but I wasn't around to hear it. Tom, now with a slight smile on his face, grabbed me with one wet had and marched me through the house to the bedroom. He picked up the school ruler – that darn thing is heavy and stings like hell. I was quickly pulled across Tom’s wet lap for my second spanking in two hours.

“Wait!” I yelled in a panic. “Tom you didn’t close the door! Close it, close it!” Tom had our suite soundproofed when we redid the house. While I know everyone on the deck was fully aware of what was happening, I still didn’t want them hearing it.

“I wasn’t the only one you just tried to drown.” Tom told me flatly, “Maybe they would like to hear you get your comeuppance!”

I couldn’t believe him! My embarrassment didn’t slow him for one minute. I know the pop that ruler makes could have been heard next door and I wasn’t exactly silent myself.

“Owww, Owww! Stop!” I couldn’t help shouting. He was spanking fast and hard. I finally managed to throw in a few ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I won’t ever do it again’ as his finally came to a stop.

Tom was in a fine mood now and he was laughing as he helped me to my feet and gave me a big hug. “Girl what am I going to do with you? Sometimes I think you’d spit in the devil’s face.”

“I thought I just did.” I told him sourly and I tried to rub the sting away. “You could have shut the door.”

Tom laughed at me again, “And you could have behaved yourself. Now you go out there and apologize to Steve and Ryan and Sue while you’re at it. Imagine trying to blame that sweet woman for your bad behavior. "And one more thing", Tom continued before I could get my indignant sputtering to come out in words, “whatever else you may do – don’t ever change. I do love you.”

What am I going to do with him? He can spank me for no reason, as many times a day as he feels like. Embarrass me in front of my friends. Order me to apologize when I don’t want to and laugh at me in the bargain. Yet with one smile, one touch, just the sparkle in his eyes and I could just melt with love for him. How does he do it? I guess I'll never know, but he’s a master at it.

Sprucing up

Spring is in full swing here and I’m loving it! You simply can’t beat spring on the river. Having Allie and Ryan home is the very best. We’ve all been working on my beautiful landscape and it has turned our amazingly well. I let Tom and Ryan work to get my beds ready but the flowers are mine to plant. And I must tell you I went wild this year. I have a mixture of every color of the rainbow. The front has my formal beds and boarders around the trees and a few hanging baskets. It’s neat and orderly and lovely. However the backyard looks like a young child was turned loose with a new box of 64 color crayolas.




I did most of it in one day – probably not the best of ideas as my body pointed out to me multiply times the next day. Of course I wore my gloves the entire time (that Tom was here) and when he was gone I enjoyed the feeling of good black dirt under my nails. But as Dr. Phil says – this ain’t my first rodeo, I had an appointment for a manicure at 4:30!

I was sitting on the swing in the yard when I heard Tom open the sliding door. I started to the house and saw Tom stop, his eyes sweeping the yard in complete amazement. I looked around too, trying to see it new through Tom’s eyes. Color was everywhere, deep scarlets and purples, vivid oranges and yellows mingled with the pastel pink and lavender. Spanish moss swayed in the breeze and the river was its usual magnificent self. Willow, freshly brushed, bounded across the lawn to greet Tom and the cats perched regally on the deck completed the picture.

Tom came down from the deck toward me. “Prettiest thing in the whole yard.” Was his greeting to me as he gave me a kiss. My Tom is a real sweet talker when he puts his mind to it. “Cassie this yard is magnificent. I don’t believe God Himself could have done much better in the Garden of Eden.”

We toured the yard hand in hand with Tom noticing every detail. I love impressing him. We circled around and came back to sit on the deck. I had wine chilling. “Girl did you do all this work yourself?” Tom asked.

“I did indeed, did it all with my own two hands.”

“Speaking of…” Tom reached for my hands to see if I had done any damage and laughed when he saw the fresh manicure. “Always thinking aren’t you girl? You do love trying to stay one step ahead of me.”

“Why honey,” I laughed back at him. “Trying to stay a step ahead of you is how I get most of my exercise!”

We sipped our wine quietly then letting the peace of the river and the beauty of the yard envelope us. After a time Tom asked “Shall we go out for dinner tonight?”

“No” I told him, “I figured you’d be tired and I ordered dinner from Raoul’s.” Raoul’s is our favorite catering service. I love to have them do dinner because their presentation is as detailed when they come in and prepare a candle light dinner for two on our deck as they would do preparing for a party of 500. “We’re having Silky Leek and Red Wine Soup and roast duck and then for desert Blueberry-Lavender Ice Cream.” Tom was watching me as I shared our dinner menu but as I finished his eyes took on a more intense, thoughtful look.

“Hmmmm… you’ve worked all day to turn this yard into a show place. You’re wearing the skirt and blouse I love the most. Your nails are beautifully manicured, you hair and makeup pristine for this time of day. You had the wine chilling when I got home and now you tell me Raoul is bringing our dinner. All right girl, let’s have it. What have you done?”

How dare he? I have been good as gold!

“Why Tom Duff, the very idea! When did you become so suspicious? I have not done one thing wrong.” I stoutly maintained, trying to work up some righteous indignation. “You make it sound like you come home every day to find me in sweats with curlers in my hair! I always try to look nice for you. And this is the thanks I get for trying to make our home a haven for my husband?” I put a hurt look on my face. “You act like you think I slipped in a few marijuana plants amongst the marigolds!”

Tom laughed and asked “Did you? All right, simmer down. My apologies. I can’t imagine where my suspicious nature comes from.” He teased. “The dinner sounds lovely, the yard is lovely and you are the loveliest of all. Forgive me?”

I snuggled back against him perfectly willing to keep our evening pleasant and happy. I waited a suitable interval before I spoke again “There was just one little thing I was wanting to ask you…”


You can find the next part here.

The Massage

There was one extra special evening on our trip that I want to tell you a little more about. Of course everything about the week was wonderful but this one evening stands out in my mind. This was the evening Tom decided to give me a massage.

I’ve never been a big massage person. Although I’ve very comfortable hugging the people I love I have never been very touchy-feely with people to whom I am not close. When we were first married and I seemed so flighty, Tom would often suggest that a massage might calm me down and he would book us both a time with a professional masseuse. Although we tried both male and female I found that having them touch me made me extremely tense. They were nice people and very professional but I was always a basket case of nerves once they were gone. Tom finally realized it wasn’t for me and any massages I get come from him alone. But it’s really not often that I get the full treatment.

One evening, on our trip, not long before sunset Tom led me to the bedroom. There was a plush robe on the bed and a hair brush (no not that one). Tom picked up the brush and sat in the chair with a small stool pulled up in front of it. Tom sat me on the stool and began brushing my hair. It felt so good. I could have sat there all evening and I told Tom so but he said he had other plans for me.

When he was finished Tom undressed me but made on moves to remove his clothes. “Should I put on the robe?” I asked him.

“Yes, do that.” He said but as I picked up the robe he said quietly, “Wait, not yet.”

I turned to look at him and he slowly began removing his belt. Now you just don’t know what watching Tom remove his belt does for me. I know there are some here that fear the belt. I understand that. I have been punished with the belt on occasion and can I know it can be something to fear. However, for me, the belt is the most sensuous of spanking implements. Watching Tom unbuckle and pull the belt from its loops caused me to catch my breath. I couldn’t have looked away for anything.

I was holding the robe as he folded the belt over and griped the ends in his hand. He came to me and with his other hand on my shoulder he gently bent me over the bed. My arms were under me as I clutched the robe. With the first sharp contact from the belt, as the pain and all the other sensations spread, I closed my eyes and buried my face in the bed losing myself in the moment. The sweet pain spread as the belt struck over and over and I cried out as an unexpected and utterly amazing orgasm coursed through my body in waves.

Tom laid the belt on the bed as he bent over me, gently kissing my back. It took me a moment to come back to my senses. Tom helped me up and I was nearly light headed. I started to speak but Tom laid his finger on my lips and holding my hand guided me to the small massage room in the house. One wall was glass and I watched as the Pacific slowly swallowed up the sun. There was a massage table and a shelf of candles warming various oils. Tom helped me lay on the table and slowly and gently entwined his fingers in my hair to massage my scalp. As he moved to my neck he used the warm oils and made my neck and shoulders feel as if no stress existed in the world.

He was especially thorough with my hands. Tom and my hands – now there's a love affair. He gave each finger undivided attention. As his hands moved down my back I realized that the world of massage had lost a true artist when Tom did not take up the call. He moved from my lower back to my feet where he rubbed the hot oils in with the same attention he had given my hands, in due time he was caressing my calf and finally my thighs. I was way past putty, I was liquid.

A gentle massage to my sit spot and bottom beautifully rekindled the heat from Tom ministering with the belt and I felt bathed in pure bliss. Tom carried me to the bed, though I barely remember him doing so. In fact I remember nothing until sunlight woke us the next morning although it’s rare for me to sleep through the night without waking at all. As I came awake I turned to look at Tom. He was smiling at me as he held me.

“Tom… last night… oh my! What did you… Did you know it was going to… I just can’t believe…”

Tom laughed with delight. “My Cassie, speechless! Can I assume you enjoyed your evening?”

“Oh Tom! It was… it was… incredible!” As I sat up I could tell that the belt had truly done its job the night before and that I would have reminders with me for several days. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

There was truly no way to thank him for such an evening but I can promise you I gave it my very best and Tom seemed completely pleased with my efforts. Tom and I have had some incredibly wonderful time over our many years together but the night of the massage will stay with me for a long time to come. I think you can see why it needed a post of its very own.

Our Trip

Our trip… I don’t even know if I can begin to describe it. I had spoken to Sue, kissed Willow and the cats and we were out the door. A plane from Tom’s office was going to CA. Once we got there we grabbed a commercial flight. A car picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to the house Tom had rented. I have to tell you it took my breath away! The back of the house – all glass opened onto an infinity pool that seemed to empty into the Pacific. Everywhere you looked the beauty overwhelmed.



I suppose depending on your outlook you could say this was 100% Tom’s vacation. He was completely in charge of every detail (including me) but at the same time the vacation seemed totally for me too. Tom rarely left my side – or backside it seemed – for the entire trip! It was his goal, done with good nature, to assure I saw him as the complete and unchallenged head of our household.

After our first look through the house Tom told me to unpack while he checked that all the food he had ordered had been delivered. But I couldn’t wait “No Tom lets swim first. Just look at that pool!”

Tom sighed. “I see that I’m going to be very busy this week.” Leading me to the bedroom, Tom had me over his knee and my panties gone before I realized that I was going to be spanked. “I said unpack – I didn’t say let’s go for a swim, all in good time, Cassie, my time.”

Oh so that was the way it was going to be! I had to laugh as he let me up and gave me one of his ‘stern’ stares. I could see the humor and delight in his eyes and I replied like the perfect, docile, submissive wife I truly am. “Yes dear, I’ll unpack right now. Shall I unpack for you too?” Tom rolled his eyes at my tone and told me just to unpack for myself. He’d do his later.

I was smiling and rubbing the sting away as Tom headed back to the kitchen. But as I got deeper into my suitcase I lost the smile. “Tom what have you done?” I shouted. In the suit case there was not one pair of slacks or shorts! There was no bathing suit and as I dug still deeper I realized that I was also had no panties!

Tom came back in the room and I let him have it! “No shorts? We’re in Hawaii for heaven sakes! I don’t like wearing skirts all the time and where are my panties? You did this on purpose. I don’t even have a bathing suit. Do you want me to go to the beach stark naked?”

“I packed what I want you to wear this week. I prefer you in skirts and I’m not allowing panties this week.”

“You won’t allow… I can’t wear…. I never heard of…” I was just sputtering and fussing when Tom stopped me mid-sentence with a long, slow, wonderful kiss. This was a kiss that made me wonder why I needed any clothes at all. And soon enough I didn’t. What a wonderful welcome to Hawaii! Some people get a lei at the airport, while others… Well anyway it was a lovely encounter!

Soon enough we made it to the pool. Lovely, just lovely. Tom was right that I had no need for a suit in the pool and I later found he had one in his suitcase for a dip or two in the ocean. Wearing a dress or skirt for the entire week wasn’t so bad but being without my panties – now that was something altogether different. It was unsettling to say the least.

Tom got exactly the reaction from me he wanted. His ‘I’m the boss campaign’ seemed to consist of spanking me three or four time a day! My poor bottom was sore and stinging most of the week. He was creative; I’ll give him that – I think I was spanked over every piece of furniture in the house! But the place he seemed most partial to was the pool! Oh, why does a wet bottom make it sting so much more? And why does Tom have to know that? He had brought several implements, both wooded and leather and I once made the comment at least he didn’t want to get any of the implements wet. Only to have Tom make the observation that water wouldn’t hurt ivory! Thankfully he was kidding and I never saw that horrible thing!

On our daily outings, every time we would leave the house, he would give me a ‘warning’ spanking to use his words “Assure you act like a lady”. His weapon of choice at those times was that darn slipper of his. I hate that thing too. It makes me feel raw and very much in need of silk panties afterwords. Not possible on this trip!

So off we would head to wherever we were going with me totally conscience of my freshly spanked bottom. There was certainly a naughty feel to it. It was also unsettling, annoying and embarrassing since, there is no other way to put it, Hawaii is breezy! But Tom seemed to love every minute of my discomfort, the old devil! Once as we sat on a bench taking in the lovely view he noticed me shifting a bit and ask me “Are you thinking of me now Sweetheart?”

Giving him a withering look, I replied “Yes I’m thinking of you. Would you like to know exactly what I’m thinking?”

Tom laughed out loud and put his arm around me. “I don’t think it would be in your best interest to tell me. Just thinking it has earned you a spanking as soon as we get home.”

And that was the way our week went. He was in charge yet he pampered me outrageously with long luxurious baths, swims under the moonlight, he cooked for me and often fed me. It was outrageously decadent on my part yet I never knew when I would be upended for a sound spanking for the least little thing. But even those, as painful as many were (and they were!), they were given in total fun. It was also a week of love making, whenever we wanted to, wherever we wanted to. We were together every moment. We talked and talked…about our past, our present and our future. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was more content.

We’re home now – back to the real world but my mind is often in Hawaii. I’m wearing skirts more often, I’ve been home every day when Tom arrives home, and I’ve even cut back on my activities. None of these changes has a thing to do with being spanked either. That week just reinforced in my mind how much in love I really am and that no matter what is going on in my life – my Tom is the most important thing in my world. I would say the trip was a complete success.

There was one very special evening on the trip. I’ll tell you about that soon.

Tom says ENOUGH!

Okay I’ve delved into the past long enough. I think it’s time to let you know what been happening more recently. First off I’ve been busy, very busy! The weather is getting warmer; I like to bike every day with Willow. I have spent hours at the club both active and sitting visiting. A new book club has formed in our neighborhood. Allie and Ryan were home for spring break and we had such fun. But to be honest I have been exhausted. Unfortunately, Tom noticed too.

Several weeks ago during one of my business times I came home close to six. Tom was already home. Normally he greets me at the door but he was nowhere to be seen. I called for him as I walked through the house but got no answer. Coming to the bedroom I saw he was at the French doors looking out.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” I asked as I went to him. As he turned toward me I saw he was holding the ivory brush and I stopped dead in my tracks. I had been a positive angel during that time. In fact I hadn’t even had a spanking of any kind in almost 2 weeks. I had not done one thing to deserve a spanking much less with that vile thing. I was at a total loss.

“Whoa! What’s going on? Tom I haven’t done anything.”

Pointing with the brush Tom indicated for me to have a seat. It’s been so long since I’ve been spanked with that thing I nearly took flight but since my conscience was clear, I sat. Usually I can sense Tom’s moods but I was not picking up anything. Was he angry? Annoyed? Teasing? The brush is not usually around unless it’s serious so I was at a loss.

“Where have you been?” Tom asked.

“Why Tom I had that doctor’s appointment this afternoon, you knew that.”

“The appointment was at 3:30. Did it last this long?” He asked, patting the brush gently into his palm.

“Well, no,” I answered. “But since I was in town already I thought I’d pick up a few things.”

“And you didn’t think of calling me to let me know you’d be late. Did you even have your phone with you? You didn’t answer it.”

“I didn’t … Oh Tom I’m sorry. I had to turn it off in the doctor’s office. I forgot to turn it back on. You’re not going to use that horrible thing just because I forgot to turn my phone on one time are you?”

Tom came over and sat on the bed across from me. “You know I like you to be home when I get here. Do you know how many times I’ve beaten you home in the last 9 days that I’ve worked? Seven!” he told me before I had a chance to reply. “Seven times! You are gone all day and then you fall asleep by 8 in the evening each night. You’re doing too much and I’m here to tell you ENOUGH!”

“Now you listen to me,” he went on, “after I’m through here you will have 15 minutes to call your playmates and let them know you will not be available for the next week at least.”

It was about that time I began to get hot! And by hot I mean steam was close to coming out my ears! Leaping to my feet I told him in no uncertain terms, “Tom Duff, you better rethink that and I don’t mean maybe! If you think you’re going to ‘ground’ me like a child you got another think coming. I haven’t done anything wrong and the only way you’re going to keep me in this house for a week it to tie me up!”

I wasn’t on my feet long. Tom had me over his lap in one smooth move and I realized the strategic error in getting out of the chair in the first place. “Tying you up, hummm… darn good idea.” Tom was saying as I struggled. He pulled me firmly to him and I braced myself for the first swat with my mortal enemy.

But it was not the brush but Tom’s hand that began peppering my behind with firm swats. “Cassie Jane,” he began, “do I have your complete and undivided attention? The brush is right here if I feel your mind is wandering.”

“I’m listening!” I hastily assured him. “You don’t need the brush!” I’m not sure he believed me because the spanking surely kicked up a notch. After a minute or two he began talking again.

“Then listen, you will not be going out with Sue. You will not be going to the gym. You will not be walking Willow. No book club, no baby showers, not even any doctor’s visits. Enough!” And before I could pitch another fit he continued, “Because you and I are headed to Hawaii for a week. Just the two of us – no golf clubs, no computers, no phones – just us. I want my wife back and I intend to have her.”

Had I heard him right?

Evidently I had because Tom sat me on my feet and laughed at my stunned look. “Now don’t think you’re getting off scott free! I plan to take the time on this trip to fully remind you of who is in charge of this family and exactly where your attention needs to be focused.”

I was still amazed. I mean we do travel often but this was simply out of the blue, Tom had said nothing about taking time off work. But as what he said sank in I was thrilled! A whole week alone with Tom! There is nothing in the world I wanted more.

“When are we going? I have to let Sue know we’ll be gone. I have to pack and we’ll have to see if Drew will look after Willow and then I have to…”

“Cassie” Tom said in a warning tone. “This is what I’m talking about. You relax; I’ve everything taken care of. Willow will stay next door with Drew and you are all packed. We are leaving the house in 45 minutes. All you have to do is call Sue and tell her you won’t have your phone with you. I’ll have my phone for emergencies and that’s it. You won’t need yours because you won’t be out of my sight!”

“Wait a minute! You packed for me? I don’t think…”

One stinging smack with the brush caused me to jump. “Who’s in charge here?” Tom asked sternly.

That was it! I gave in completely and laughed. I didn’t care what he had packed! I was going to spend a vacation with the most wonderful man in the world! And what a vacation it was! I’ll tell you all about it soon!

A bit more of the past

I found this the other day and I wanted to post it. Now for those of you that have been reading here the very longest (my dear brother Paul) you may remember this story. I thought it was lost. This was my attempt to fictionalize some of the early years. I wrote at the request of a friend nearly 5 years ago. It was posted on her blog but I never got around to posting it here.

Most of the time when I write I just farble along with my daily life and what Sue and I or Allie and I are up to and, of course, Tom’s views on whatever that might have been. This story was written a little differently. I hope you’ll like it.


It wasn’t going to work, it was a nice try but it was not going to work. He wanted a submissive and that just wasn’t her style. It was romantic and exciting at first but he was serious. He would be in charge and if she broke his rules he was going to spank her – hard! Nope, too many rules. One of them had to move on, it just couldn’t work.

But the thought of losing him made her chest hurt. She would miss him. They were good together. Lying in his arms at night; talking during the day. So much was good! Why did he have to be so unbending? He had to know it wasn’t going to last. Why didn’t he get it over with? Why wouldn’t he leave? Everyone from her past had always left. Why couldn’t he go before she loved him even more? Didn’t he see it was no use? Why prolong the inevitable? Someone had to go.

So she left. He knew which friend would take her in so she avoided them. She could survive on her own. She didn’t need anyone. The cheap, seedy bars she frequented at night were not her usual haunts so she felt safe from discovery. They were rough places, but it was what she deserved. She missed him. She missed him so much, but she couldn’t to go back. No one was going to tell her what to do.

What was she looking for in the bars? She didn’t want sex, she didn’t want companionship, she just wanted the right to be there. She wanted the thrill of possible danger. What she found were scary, violent men. When the urge to bolt from home died away she couldn’t go back. She couldn’t let him see her with a black eye and split lip.

It had been nearly two weeks; would he have stopped looking by now? She called her friend for refuge. Her friend picked her up, she thought she was safe. But it wasn’t the refuge she had sought; he was there. She would rather have been back on the floor of the bar being punched that to see the pain on his face.

He didn't want to talk on the way home. He said morning would be soon enough. She woke to find him starting at her. He was quiet when he told her what he had to say; she wouldn’t be leaving him again. Whatever she needed, whatever she was searching for he was going to provide it. She tried to draw back into the pillows as he picked up the brush, tears came to her eyes. She shudder slightly, thinking of how the brush felt, how much it burned, how much she resisted being over his lap and how much she truly wanted to be able to let go of the fear and keep only the love. It would happen, it would come, but it would take time.

Way back when, part 5

This story began way back here.

I couldn’t believe what Tom had just said. “What do you mean?” I asked in shock. “You just wore me out! Tom, I can hardly sit. You can’t spank me again!”

“Cassie you ran away. If you ever do that again you can expect that exact reunion. You can call it a warm up for all I care but when we get home we’ll address the issues at hand.”

My bottom was throbbing. Every turn of the car was a painful reminder of our ‘reunion’ and the thought of more on top of what I was feeling was something I couldn’t think about. “Honey, please,” I started. “I’ve told you I was sorry can’t you…”

“Cassie I said we would discuss it at home, not in the car. You need to hush.”

I hate it when Tom won’t let me talk and it’s ever worse when he won’t talk to me. I liked the idea of talking it out while both of his hands were firmly on the wheel. So I tried again, “Tom don’t be like that. I was coming home this morning. You’ve spanked me. Let’s forget it.”

Tom slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road and turned to look at me. “Do I need to make sure I have your full attention before I repeat myself one more time?”

Suddenly realizing he was perfectly capable of blistering my bottom again right there on the side of the road and knowing I would still get another at home I hastily apologized and promised to be quiet until we arrived.

“That’s a very good idea.” Tom told me in a serious voice and he pulled back onto the road. My heart was pounding but I stayed quiet as a mouse until we arrived home. Tom came around to open my door and just getting out of the car and standing was an ordeal.

As soon as we got in I had to keep trying. “Tom I’m so sorry. I really am. Honey, I didn’t get any sleep. I need a shower. Can’t we discuss this later; maybe over a glass of wine… maybe in bed… let me show you how sorry I am…” Unfortunately Tom was not accepting my offer.

“Take your shower, and then we’ll talk.” Tom told me as he led me to the bedroom. I sighed and headed toward our bath. “Leave the door opened.” He told me, “I want to keep my eye on that window.”

Under the circumstances I wasn’t comfortable undressing in front of my own husband but I did as I was told. I so wished he would join me in the shower. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. I showered as long as I dared. I knew he was waiting on me. Tom was sitting in a chair in the bedroom watching me as I dried off. It gave me such a strange feeling. I finally took a deep breath, donned a robe and joined him.

Actually I sat on the bed clutching a pillow as though it were armor. I didn’t say anything. I knew there wasn’t one thing to say that was going to change his mind. He kept staring for the longest time.

Standing up he finally spoke. “You messed up girl. You didn’t stay home when I told you to, you were going to lie to me about it, you ran away from me, and then you hung up on me when I was worried to death about where you were. You’re not going to do that again.” Sadly, for my behind, that wasn’t exactly true but I surely would have been willing to swear at that moment that I would never do any of those things again.

Tom picked up the ivory brush from the dresser and coming to the bed took both the pillow and the robe. I was protesting but he was listening to nothing and sailed into my extremely sore bottom with seemingly full force. And suddenly he was full of questions.

“What possessed you to leave the house when I told you you were not to do so?” How can he expect me to answer question while he is scorching my bottom?

But I knew he did expect it so I managed to gasp out “Sue called and begged me to go to the casino with her. She had some free tickets to the buffet and didn’t want them to go to waste. Owwwww!” I added as he continued to spank.

“So you thought going with Sue when I told you to stay home was a good idea? What do you think now?”

“Owwww… No!! It was a horrible idea. Please stop!!” I wailed.

Tom paused a moment the asked, “When you went out the window what happened, where did you go?”

“Westly.” I answered truthfully. Ten more licks had me squirming like mad to get off his lap with no success.

“I mean right then!” he said angrily. “I looked all over for you.”

I didn’t want to say but I didn’t dare hesitate. “I stuck around and hid in Sue’s car. I was in it when she left.”


Tom paused, “Do you mean to tell me Sue knew exactly where you were all night? I’m going to ring her neck!”

I felt like suggesting he run right over to their house and take care of that immediately, anything to get him to stop spanking.

“You didn’t use a card last night. Where did you get the money for the hotel?” You have no idea at the incredible speed the mind can sort through and discard various scenarios when your backside is ablaze. I could tell him I borrowed some money from Sue – then I could keep the money I won gambling. But I wasn’t sure how soon I could get to Sue to tell her. If Tom got there first and found I had lied again… well that was something I simply couldn’t risk at the moment.

“I won a little at the casino.” I managed to gasp out.

“How much?” he asked

Heaven help me I hesitated a moment too long and 5 blistering licks land at exactly the same spot on my upper thigh!

“Not there!” I screeched before I managed to gasp out, “$700!”

“Alright Cassie,” Tom said as he began to lightly rub the smooth side of the brush around my bottom, “Do you feel I’ve gotten through to…”

“Yes, yes, Tom! I’ll never do it again!” I promised.

That only earned me another hard pop. “You listen to what I’m saying before you answer me.”

I shut up and listened to every word he had to say. I had no idea what the words actually were. But he wasn’t spanking and I surely didn’t what it to start again. But it finally ended with “… do you understand?” And I sincerely and readily agreed, to whatever it was he had said.

He rubbed a bit but I could hardly stand it. He sat me on my feet and said “Go get me the money before I take care of your bottom.”

I wasn’t about to argue. Tom has never allowed me to have large amounts of cash. Please understand he denies me nothing, but it goes on a credit card and he sees everything. I liked having a little ‘mad money’ but I quickly got what was left of the $700 (which was most of it) and turned it over.

I lay on the bed then as Tom put lotion on my bottom. I was so raw it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. But I gritted my teeth and said nothing. Tom hadn’t slept the night before either so he joined me in bed and held me. I was drowsy and content for the moment, in spite of my pain, pulled close to Tom.

I was near sleep when it hit me. Something had happened that day that in my dread of the consequences I had completely missed. I had bolted, I had run away from Tom… and he had come after me. That had never happened to me before. When I had been with other men and bolted (or they had) there was nothing more than a ‘good riddance’. Tom had cared that I left, he wanted me back, and he came for me and claimed me as his. As I thought about it I was blown away.

Gingerly I turned over so I could look at Tom as he slept. This beautiful man was mine. He loved me. He wanted me with him. He would protect me. He would guide me and always, always keep me safe. Turning back over I gasped as Tom pulled me close even in his sleep and my thoroughly spank bottom was pressed against him. That wasn’t the last time I ran. It was years before I really, fully believed that Tom loved me and wasn’t going to leave, hard to believe now, but I had had no experience with real love before. It’s been an amazing journey. One I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

Way back when, part 4

I appreciate you all coming back for longer stories, this one began here.

I slept fretfully that night. I didn’t sleep well until about six but then I fell asleep until around nine. I woke feeling rough. I had no change of clothing, no tooth brush, I felt like a wreck. I knew I was going to have to go home, and soon.

I was just coming awake good when someone began pounding on the door. It had to be Tom. But how on earth had he found me? I’d slept in my clothes and I knew I looked like the devil. Tentatively I peeked though the eye-hole.

It was Sue and she had coffee.

“How did you know which room I was in?” was my first question.

“You don’t think after all these years I know your fake name?” She then started in on me. “Tom about ready to call out the National Guard. He has Steve and Andy and probably half a dozen others out looking for you. If he had any idea you had left with me I think I’d be tied to an ant hill by now. You have to come home.”

A small shiver shook me and I nodded. Sue is rarely seriously but her next words and her tone made me realize she was dead serious about what she was asking me. “Cassie, what is it? I know you’re scared to go home. What are you afraid Tom's going to do to you? You’re not scared because he’s going to be mad and yell. But you’re scared. Cassie does he hit you? I never thought he was like…”

I recoiled as she said the name of my first husband.

“NO!” I said with passion. “Don’t you ever say that! Don’t even say his name to me again. Tom like that… that…?” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “You’re insane!” I snapped.

“Well then what is it?” she shouted back at me. “Tell me what has you so scared that you ran away. TELL ME!”

“He paddles me.” I blurted out. “There, are you satisfied?”

“He does what?”

My face was burning with embarrassment. But I'd said it and I was stuck. I couldn’t allow her to think that Tom treated me poorly. He certainly didn’t, but how can you explain this to someone who know nothing about the dynamics of a spanking relationship. I couldn’t even bring myself to use the word ‘spanking’. I was simply too embarrassed and somehow the word paddling sounded gentler.

Sue was still staring at me in total disbelief. Finally she said “You mean on the butt? Like, he spanks your butt? Oh this is hysterical!” The absurdity of what I had told her, along with her relief that I wasn’t again in an abusive situation was too much for her. She could no longer contain her laughter and she simply cut loose.

I don’t know which emotion I was feeling the most – mortification or anger but they seemed to be running pretty much neck and neck.

“Shut – up!” I yelled, “It’s not funny!”

“The hell it isn’t.” she choked out.

I turned my back on her until she was able to compose herself. She finally came over to me and put her arm around me. “I’m sorry. Honest I am. I didn’t mean to laugh but I thought the bastard was really beating you or something. I was ready to kill him. Driving up here I was thinking of places to hide the body and now you tell me he pops you on the butt when he’s mad… hey, that sounds reasonable to me.”

“Well it hurts some.” I snapped “and it’s embarrassing!”

Perhaps I hadn’t given her the total truth but it was the closest I could do at the time. Over the years she had seen me sitting sensitive a time or two and wondered but I don’t think she had any real idea of what I was talking about until she actually saw it on the cruise. And we never really talked about it in detail for another 30 years.

“You’ll live.” She told me without much sympathy. “Come on, lets go home.”

We both turned as we heard a key in the door. It was Tom and his presents seemed to fill the room.

Sue grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “Don’t give me one of your looks.” She told Tom as she passed, “I’m going. Call me later Cassie.” And out she went leaving me with Tom.

How can you be so happy and so scared to see someone at the same time? First came the hug. I was so happy to be enveloped in his arms I almost forgot what was coming next. He held me for the longest time. It felt like heaven but sadly it didn’t last forever.

In one swift movement it went from a hug to being face down over his lap. He didn’t say a word. He just bared my bottom and began with his hand as hard as he could. It was excruciating! It was exactly what I had feared all that restlessness night. I thought I could feel all his fear and frustration coming right through his hand. I didn’t think he was going to stop. I tried not cry out but it was impossible. Finally I was pleading with him to stop and promising perfect behavior for the rest of my life.

I was a sobbing mess when he finally stopped. I needed him to rub so badly. I couldn’t stand it. As he stood me on my feet I reached back to do some rubbing myself. “No, leave it.” Tom commanded. I managed to keep my hands from rubbing but I was shifting my weight trying to get some relief.

Tom handed me my purse, there wasn’t really anything else in the room, and ushered me to the car. I was so sore I dreaded sitting. Tom opened the door for me as I eased in gingerly. Tom reached over for the seat belt (which I didn’t usually use at that time) and tightened it firmly enough to make me gasp.

Tom got into the car and turned to look at me. He had conflicting emotions in his face. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He finally took a deep breath and said, “Cassie, you have no idea how much I love you.” I leaned my head back against the seat and took a relaxing breath until I heard Tom finished with, “But when I get you home, I’m going to wear you out.”

Way back when, part 3

Sue and I didn’t talk much on the 30 mile trip to Westly. I know she wanted to ask questions but she also knew I didn’t want to discuss Tom anymore. When she let me out at the hotel she asked “You want me to come in.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to talk but I didn’t want to be alone either. “No.” I finally answered. “Just don’t tell Steve or Tom you’ve seen me since you left the house. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You have to go home and face him sometime you know.” Sue seemed a little concerned. “ Awww… come on and let me take you back before this gets out of hand. So he’s pissed. He’ll get over it. Come on let’s go home already.”

I wavered momentarily but I was in deep and I just couldn’t back out. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I repeated and headed in. I used a fake name. It wasn’t hard back then and if anyone was suspicious that I had no luggage they never said anything to me. My winnings from the casino that day kept me from having to use a card. I felt that I was pretty well hidden for the moment.

When I reached the room I drew a shaky sigh of relief. But overwhelming loneliness and guilt hit me too. I did think I had the right to come and go as I pleased, but I had told Tom I would stay home and I hadn’t. I felt horrible. I really wanted to go home but you have to understand that back then I HATED being spanked! I hated the pain, I hated the embarrassment, I hated the loss of control, I hated every bit of it. During the first part of our marriage Tom only spanked for punishment and gracious he was good at it! I wrote here about when things turned around a little but early on I would do ANYTHING to avoid a spanking – except mind Tom, of course.

As my lonely evening wore on I couldn’t stand it any longer. I called Tom. He answered on the first ring with,

“Cassie is that you?”

“It’s me.” I managed in a shaky voice. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I went out with Sue today and I’m sorry I was going to lie about it. And I’m really sorry I ran out on you. Will you forgive me?”

“Cassie, where are you? I just want you home. You know I’ll forgive you. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

I felt such relief wash over me. “Tom, do you really forgive me? You’re not just saying that? You won’t spank me?” I knew if he said he wouldn’t, then he wouldn’t.

“Cassie,” his voice was worried but it still sounded soothing to me, “you know I love you. When I say I’ll forgive you, you know I will. I’d forgive you anything. I want you to come home. We need to be together so we can talk this thing through.”

I was crying with relief. I started to speak when Tom continued, “But you need to know that when I do get hold of you I’m going to wear you out.”

“But… but…” I sputtered. That particular phrase always sent a shiver down my spine – still does. “I said I was sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ve learned my lesson, okay. There is no reason to spank me.”

Cassie, you’ve said you’re sorry and I believe you. You can believe me when I tell you you’ll be forgiven but neither of those things changes the consequences you have coming. Now where are you?”

“That’s not FAIR!!” I shouted into the phone.

Tom continued in his soothing voice. I was wishing what he was saying had been as soothing. “And why is it not fair? I told you straight up, before we were married that you were going to have to do as I said that that lying would not be tolerated. And I made it quite clear that I would spank you for breaking my rules.”

I remembered that conversation only vaguely. He had said something about me calming down and listening to him, letting him keep me safe, never lying to him. I remember him saying something about spanking me (he had only spanked once at that time) so I didn’t believe him for a minute. And besides during that conversation I distinctly remember trying to take his shirt off and turn his mind to things other than a long lecture. My saying yes at that time, when my mind was on other things, shouldn’t have meant a thing. One should not be held to a contract agreed to under such circumstances.

At that moment, as he talked to me on the phone I wanted to be with him so badly. But I couldn’t give in. I’m afraid it wasn’t the last time my stubbornness and self-destructive streak kept me from using my common sense. I slammed the phone down and cried myself to sleep.

Way back when..., continues

I'm going back and telling a story from the old days. You can go back here to catch the beginning.

I remembered Tom kissing me good-by the next morning but with no particular reason to get up I had rolled over and snuggled down to sleep as late as I wanted. I had just dragged myself up and had my coffee when the phone rang.

“Get dressed! I won two free buffet luncheons at the casino last night. I’ll pick you up at 12:00. We’ll eat and spend the afternoon at the craps tables.”

I loved the luncheons at the casino and at that time gambling was one of my favorite past times! Tom’s rules drove me crazy. But like a good girl I told Sue. “I can’t go. I’m exhausted, really. Tom wanted me to stay home today. Can’t we go tomorrow?

“Exhausted my ass! No we can’t go tomorrow, the tickets are for today. Now get ready.”

“Okay, sure, I’ll go but we have to be home before 5:00. Tom really didn’t want me going out today and he’s going to be ticked if he finds out.”

“Fine, anything you say but I have to tell you, you are starting to pay way too much attention to what Tom says. You need to get over that.”

Easy for her to say. Back then, even more so than today, Tom spanked hard! Now there was no way on earth I was letting Sue know that. But although I liked to go out and have my fun, spankings were something I really tried to avoid.

But I went, of course, and we had a wonderful time. I was even having a pretty good streak and won over $700 that afternoon. We pulled into the driveway just before 5:00. That was the earliest Tom got home, it was usually closer to 6:00 but I still peeked into the garage with my heart pounding. Tom’s car was not home and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Sue came in and joined me for another glass of wine and picked up a topic I really wanted her to leave alone. “What’s with Tom anyway? Why would you be so worried if he knew you had gone out today? Are you some kinda of prisoner or what?”

“It’s not that… well, I mean he worries when I get tired and crabby so he told me to stay home. I usually don’t mind doing what he asks. Honest Sue, he’s the best man in the world but… well, sometimes it’s hard doing everything he wants me to. I have to be creative. He wanted me to stay home. I wanted to go. I’ll tell him I stayed home – he’s happy. I got to go anyway – I’m happy. This way we both win.”

“That’s not really the way I see it.” Tom said coming out of the bedroom.

I thought I was going to have a coronary! I truly couldn’t speak. My heart was lurching in my chest and I wasn’t able to make a sound.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Sue asked seeing I was totally incapable.

“I had the car serviced this afternoon and they drove me home. I came home a little early to get to spend some time with Cassie. But she wasn’t here.” Tom hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

“Yeah well, that’s my fault. I really needed her today. I had to talk her into it. Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming home so early.” Sue seemed to sense I needed saving although at the time she didn’t know from what.

“Cassie’s old enough to make her own choices.” Tom answered her, still looking at me. “I don’t think she made a very good choice today.”

“Oh what’s the big friggin’ deal? We went to lunch – get over it!” Sue told him.

“The big deal was,” Tom said, still not looking away “I asked her to stay home and she said she would. Cassie, I’m like to speak with you alone. Would you wait in the bedroom while I show Sue out?”

I still hadn’t regained the power of speech. Clutching my bag I left the room without glancing at Sue. Sue was angry. “You’re sending her to her room? What is your problem?” Sue continued telling Tom what she thought of him for a few minutes before Tom was able to get her moving.

Tom was escorting her to the door even as she was speaking. Totally ignoring her rant he was saying “I’m sure Cassie will call you tomorrow. Give my best to Steve.”

Sue didn’t like the ‘Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry’ routine but finding herself outside she stormed to her car and yanked open her door before turning back to Tom standing at the door.

“Let me tell you one thing you big jerk, Cassie’s been married to one asshole. I won’t see her in that situation again. If I ever find out you ever lay one finger on her I’ll… I’ll…”

“Will you get your ass in this car and drive?” I hissed from my hiding place in the back seat of Sue’s car. I had startled Sue nearly as badly as Tom had startled me earlier but she recovered quickly.

She looked back at Tom and spat out “You’re an ass. You better have Cassie call me.”

Sue waited until she turned the corner and was out of sight of the house before she spoke. “You scared the crap outta me! What are you doing?”

“Momentarily avoiding confrontation.” I answered.

“So where we going?” Sue wanted to know. “My house?”

“No, too close.” I closed down my mind. I didn’t want to imagine Tom coming into the bedroom and finding I had made a break for it. The open window wouldn’t leave much doubt. “Drive me to Westly.” I told Sue, “I think I need a hotel for a few nights.”

Way back when...

Allie and Ryan are doing well since their little spat. Thinking about it the other day, Allie taking Ryan’s car and all, I had to laugh. Running away from Tom was something I did much too frequently during the first few years of our marriage. But I never took his car. I mention that to him one night and asked, out of morbid curiosity, what he would have done.

“Would you like me to show you?” he asked in mock seriousness. “I feel like you know exactly what I would have done. Still would, for that matter, if you pulled a stunt like that. I hope Ryan got that nipped in the bud.”

I lay back against Tom and thought back to those days. I could tell you many stories of me running out on him. Sometimes I was only gone a short time but there were times I evaded him for a week or more. I don’t think there are many things I have ever done that have made him any madder. I’m afraid some of the stories are pretty dark – it was a bad time, but some strike me as funny now. NOT that I would ever tell Tom that. And truly there are parts of my anatomy that thought all those incidents were dark and scary.

Before we were married, back when I was a wild child, I needed constant activity. During the day we had brunches, shopping trips, visits to the casino (this, of course, was before the infamous cruise), luncheons, club meetings, afternoon teas, dinner and dancing and sometimes all night parties, I just had to be doing. Stopping and having time to think was something I didn’t like. It was a bit better after we married but old habits die hard. When Tom was at work I had to be on the go. Often this swirl of activity was too much for too long and I would become exhausted and quite ill tempered and snappish with Tom in the evenings.

Tom, of course, would only put up with this for so long before he put his foot down. Sometimes Tom would take off and spend the day at home with me. Those days were wonderful. He would pamper me and it was a wonderful day of rest and relaxation.

One evening I arrived home after Tom (something he didn’t like to begin with) and I was so tired. I think I came in biting Tom’s head off about something. I was just on a tear. Tom took all he was going to take. “Cassie, I know you’re tired and I know why. All this running around is going to stop. I don’t want you leaving this house tomorrow. I can’t stay home with you but you're going to stay home and resting. We’ll see about the next day but I’m not putting up with your attitude any longer.”

“I’ll do as I damn well please!”I flared. “Nobody tells me when I may come and go. Stay the hell out of my business!”

I know, you all feel free to groan at this point. But in my defense we hadn’t been married a year. If I managed to go a few weeks with no spanking I tended to forget exactly what it was like and I reverted to my old self. Unfortunately for me, Tom was his old self too!

I got about three swats with his hand before he realized I was wearing a girdle. Rather than try to wrestle it off at the moment he quickly pulled me into the kitchen and laid into my latex encased bottom with a wooden spoon. He was burning me up with that thing, hard and fast and no let up. I was yelling but managed not to cuss while doing it. I was much more compliant when he was finished. So when he told me to get ready for bed I didn’t argue.

That darn girdle! It was retaining the heat from the spanking to the point of cruelty. Yet taking that horribly tight thing off was a punishment in itself. You young women have no idea how awful it was to have to wear those things. As I finally freed myself from its evil clutches I angrily threw it in the trash. Tom walked in then with my supper on a tray.

“That’s the perfect place for that thing.” Tom said, glancing at my discarded foundation garment. “I hate when you wear that.”

“It’s not like I want to wear one, you know.” I fussed. “I’m just trying to look good for you most of the time.”

“I’ve see you without one on occasion and I found you quite appealing.” He told me with a smile.

I slipped on my gown and curled up on the bed. Tom had brought me in a light supper. He sat the tray on the bed and turned serious. “Cassie, your attitude this evening is a perfect example of what I’ve been telling you. You do too much. You get tired and ill tempered and I’m not putting up with it. Now you are not leaving this house tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

I didn’t like it one bit. I felt like a child being grounded. I tried to get a little leeway as I ate. “I’m sorry I was so ugly when I got home. I’ll cut back honey, honest I will. But I don’t like not being able to come and go as I like. Can’t you stay home tomorrow?”

“We have people coming in from out of state and I have to be at work tomorrow. But you better listen to me girl.”

“Fine!” I snapped. “But I don’t like it. You’re not fair!”

“I’m not asking you to like it. But I’m telling you to mind me.”

It annoyed the devil out of me when he told me to ‘mind’ but I didn’t say anymore. I had every intention of acquiescing to Tom’s wished. At least that was the plan until Sue called.