Saturday, August 30, 2014

Saturday Spanking - August 30


     Welcome to Saturday Spankings – this past week has been a full one. I headed back to school, which is always an exhausting experience. But it’s been an exciting week too. I’ve had a contest and posted a story from Cassie’s past too. Yesterday's winner was Appy! Congratulations, I hope you enjoy it. I really want to thank everyone who came by to read and left a comment. You don't know how much comments encourage me. You can read the story here if you missed it. I hoped to get everyone in the mood to read the next Cassie book. Cassie’s River Living is to be out next Wednesday. I hope you’ll give it a try.
     In last week’s snippet Cassie and Sue managed to get themselves stuck in a house under construction – spoiler alert, they are eventually found. Tom was not happy about Cassie’s exploring and trespassing, but he’s spent the long evening worrying and he’s doesn’t what to talk anymore about it that night.

     Tom sighed, “I know you didn’t plan it, but if you’d listen to me it would never have happened. I know you’re sorry, but you’re going to be even sorrier in the morning. I don’t want to deal with it tonight.”
     I wanted it over with.
     “Tom that’s not fair, if you’re going to spank me, just do it,” I almost snapped.
     Big mistake. I don’t often misjudge Tom’s moods, but I had this time. His fear and anger were just under the surface. I was over his knee before I knew what was happening. He was spanking so hard and fast it took everything in me to not to reach back to protect my bottom. He wasn’t saying a word; he was just concentrating on wearing me out.

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Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.
 Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.
Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

Cassie continues to live life to the fullest, from wheeling around in her new sports car to mastering the art of riding a motor scooter with no hands, she manages to keep Tom on his toes. The fly in the ointment is that Tom’s firm wants him back for a project and Cassie wants him all to herself.  When Tom takes the job, Cassie is left lonely and bored – never a good combination for her.
Left to her own devices Cassie makes some poor decisions, frightening Sue and causing Tom to lower the boom. Tom's new schedule for Cassie, including her getting a job, leaves her little time to get herself in trouble – yet she still manages.

Cassie’s on the move and loving life. Through paint ball game in the woods and water park adventure she’s gets to know her new neighbors as the new house is renovated. 
     Cassie is traveling too, from trips with just the girls, to conventions, vacations, and cruises with Tom and friends, she's always ready for the next adventure. But when Cassie begins having dizzy spells Tom thinks a slower pace is in order. Getting Cassie to slow down and take care of herself proves to be quite a challenge. A challenge Tom is more than determined to take on.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Not the Boss of Me, part 3

I hope you’ve enjoyed this story from Cassie’s past and I hope it helped you get in the mood for Cassie’s River Living coming out next Wednesday. You can find parts one and two here. I’ve given away a Cassie book a day during this story and today is your last chance to enter into todays drawing by leaving a comment. Yesterday’s winner was Janey! Please come back tomorrow for Saturday Spankings.

Not the Boss of Me
part 3

I didn’t sleep well that night. I kept thinking and thinking. I didn’t want to make Tom mad and I really, really didn’t want another spanking. But I couldn’t go along with what he was saying. I would not spent a day of our convention vacation being forcible confined to my room. Mentally I fought with Tom and myself all night. The solution finally came to me. Tom had to change his mind. I decided to use the age-old method used by women for centuries.
Tom was wakening slowly to my kisses the caress of my hand the next morning. Seducing my husband is something I’ve always done well and I always enjoy it myself. And if I may add, I outdid myself that morning. Our lovemaking was passionate and intense. It took me a few moments to come to my senses. Tom was smiling at me and stroking my face.
“I love you.” He told me. “I can’t imagine a more wonderful way to wake. What did I ever do before I met you?”
Music to my ears! I snuggled up against him and sighed. “I’ve never been happier in my life,” I told him truthfully. I paused and pressed back against him and asked conversationally, “Do you have many meetings today.”
“I do. I’m full up from 9:00 this morning untill 4:00 this afternoon. But it’s a good convention. I like what we’re getting done.”
“It’s been a good one for us girls, too.” I told him. “The speakers have been delightful. I’ve had a ball. There’s going to be a comedian at the luncheon today and then there is a fashion show in the afternoon. I’ll try not to spend too much, but it’s a wonderful designer so keep your check book handy.”
I thought I had been so convincing, so smooth, but he wasn’t fooled for a minute. “You won’t be at the luncheon or the fashion show, girl. I told you, you won’t be leaving the room until dinner time.”
“Tom you can’t mean that. It’s not right, you spanked me for all that yesterday. We just made love, I thought you were over being mad. You’re not being fair!” I was shouting by this time, “You’re nothing but a big bully!” I whirled away from him and jerked even farther away when he reached out to touch me. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted. “Leave me alone!” I was furious.
“Listen to me,” Tom began. “I’m not mad, but your actions have consequence. I told you yesterday that you’re staying in today. I don’t make idle threats. If you hadn’t been so defiant…”
I heard no more as I pulled the pillow tightly over my ears. Tom got up and went to take his shower. I had a fleeting impulse to quickly dress and leave but I was still sore. I didn’t think I could take another spanking. I lay there plotting. I would go to the luncheon at least. Tom would be in meetings and never know. Mentally, I would know I’d taken a stand for freedom, but I wasn’t ready to flaunt it in his face and risk another round with that evil brush.
 I was way too mad to talk to him as he got ready. He kept trying until I jumped from bed and stomped to the bathroom. Slamming the door I shouted, “I’m not listening to you!” I find showers extremely soothing and I planned to stay in until after Tom left.
Probably fifteen minutes later Tom came into the bathroom. I heard him over the shower, “Cassie, I’m going now. Don’t even think of leaving this room today. You’re going to learn I mean what I say.” I was way too angry to speak without saying something I would certainly regret. I remained silent and Tom quietly left.
I stayed in the shower a while longer trying to build up my courage for my escape plan. This was just a token gesture. I had to leave the room for a while, but was lunch the best idea, what if Tom called then? Maybe the fashion show would be better, but what if it ran late or Tom got out of his meeting early? Maybe I should just run down for coffee? I was rapidly driving myself crazy. Nowhere in my wondering did I consider simply listening to Tom and stay in the room.
Stepping out of the shower I was surprised to find only a few small towels with which to dry off, where were the bath towels? I headed to the phone to call housekeeping. As soon as I opened the bathroom door I knew something was wrong. The bed had been stripped. At the foot of the bed was another small towel and with a note on it. The note read:
I felt you needed some encouragement to do as I said. Perhaps this will help.
What was he talking about? I looked for my robe, but it wasn’t on the chair. As I opened the closet door realization was dawning on me. Everything was gone, my clothes, Tom’s clothes, everything. There was not one thing for me to put on, the bed stripped and not even a towel that would go around me. I was a naked captive.
Oh no, I thought to myself, he is not doing this to me. I reached to call housekeeping only to stare stupidly at the phone. The receiver was in my hand but the cord connecting it to the phone was gone. That sneaky, brilliant devil had thought of everything. There was no possible way for me to leave the room. I went into the setting room. There was a room service cart – the normal tablecloth missing, sitting there with several covered trays. I was still simply dumbfounded. Lifting one covered dish I found delicious looking pastries and another note from Tom which read,
As you sit there today, planning my demise, just know I will not be able to keep from thinking of my lovely, totally nude, wife waiting for my return. Our awakening this morning was amazing and I hope we will end our day the same way. I love you, Cassie. I want to spend my life with you. You have had to care for yourself for so long. I know it’s hard for you to let go, but I will keep you safe and loved if you’ll just relax and let me. I’ve told Sue you wanted the day to yourself. She doesn’t believe me and will surely come looking for your body at some point. I’m hoping you'll go along with what I’ve told her.
My love, I’ll be thinking of you all day.
My temper, when given its head, can last way longer that it should. But I’d found that the longer I was married to Tom, the shorter the length of time I could stay mad. I was mad, how dare he leave me like this? But the longer I stood there the more ridiculous the situation seemed. I had to laugh. Score one for Tom, his deviously, brilliant mind had won this battle. The winner of the war was still undecided, but this battle was his.
I was eating my pastries a little later when there was a knock at the door. I was startled and ran back to the bedroom before some maid could walk in on me. I was peeping back out when I heard Sue calling. I came back out to the door.
“Cassie, are you in there? Answer me.”
I did feel trapped then. There was no way I could explain this to Sue. I was overcome with the ridiculousness of my situation. Sue beat on the door shouting louder. I went to the door trying to control my giggling
“Stop yelling,” I laughed as I called to her.
“Cassie, let me in. Are you all right?”
I tried to control my laughter. “I’m fine, go away.”
“Let me in!” she insisted.
“No, I… I’m not dressed.” I gasped out, laughing harder.
“Who gives a shit? Open this door!”
“No, I’m getting in the bath,” I tried to tell her. But I could barely talk I leaned against the door and howled with laughter.
“Are you high? What the hell are you smoking?” Sue sounded truly concerned but it didn’t stop my laughter.
“Sue I’m not high. Just go, will you? I’ll see you tonight.”
“Well then, you must have a man in there, and I just saw Tom so come clean already.”
My laughter was finally winding down. Taking a deep breath I called through the door, “Sue?” I could feel her waiting on the other side of the door. “Just go away, please.”
Banging her hand against the door one last time Sue headed off.
It was actually an interesting day. Back then hotels in Vegas didn’t have TVs in each room. They wanted you in the casino gambling not watching TV. I didn’t even have a book to entertain me. I was alone with my thoughts. In the end I realized what Tom was asking wasn’t a big deal. In the past I had been accosted when alone in hotels, mashers we used to call them. What was wrong with letting Tom escort me where I wanted to go if it matter so much to him? I was through being mad, at least for the time being, and I spent most of the day waiting eagerly for Tom’s return.
It was just before four when Tom came in with an armload of clean bedding and fresh towels. I was standing at the bedroom door watching him silently. He placed everything on the sofa and stood looking at me. Finally he spoke, “So do I have the lady or the tiger?”
I said nothing as I walked past him to grab a sheet. I turned and headed back to the bedroom. Stopping at the door I gave him a meaningful glance before unfurling the sheet onto the bed. Tom told me later that it was the best possible answer to his lady or the tiger question. That day he got both.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Not the Boss of Me, part 2

Welcome! I’m putting up an extra Cassie story to get people in the mood for the new book, Cassie’s River Living. You can find part one here. I’m giving away a Cassie book each day for these three days – winner can pick the one they want. The winner for yesterday was The Long Bean!  I’ll draw another winner from the commenters today. Come back tomorrow for the final part of this story. The book will be out September 3rd.

Not the Boss of Me 
part 2

Sue and I had come back to the room together late in the afternoon when Tom and Steve got through with their meetings. As Sue and Steve headed back to there room Tom eyed me curiously. He was fully aware of how angry I’d been that morning. I gave him my sweetest smile and a kiss. I think that only made him more suspicious.
“Did you ladies have a good day?”
“We ladies had a wonderful day,” I told him truthfully. I had completely enjoyed my day venting to Sue and drinking. “You need to go ahead and get ready, honey,” I urged him. “I think the cocktail party starts about five thirty, you’ve got about an hour.”
I got another curious look before he kissed me again and headed to the shower. I was completely ready, except for my dress. The minute the bathroom door closed I took off my robe and slipped on my dress. I knew it was time to make a stand and let Tom know he would not be controlling my coming and going for the rest of my life (little did I know at the time). I even left him a note before quickly heading out. Just as I told you here, I told him in the note, “You are not the boss of me.” I didn’t want Tom to think I’d run away, as I had from time to time, so I added, “I’ll see you at dinner.”
I completely enjoyed the early cocktail parties I chose to attend. There were always several to choose from in various rooms, way too many for Tom to check then all out. Dinner was being served at 7:00 and at ten ‘till I made my way to the dining room, drink in hand. I had come in the side door and I spotted Tom before he saw me. He had a serious expressing on his face as he turned and caught sight of me. As Tom headed my way, I quickly gulped the rest of my drink, knowing I probably wouldn’t have the chance for another. Tom closed the gap quickly, frowning at my downing of the drink so quickly.
He took my hand, which struck me as both a gesture of affection and one of capture. He said nothing as we walked back to the table. I needed him to talk, I needed to gauge his mood, but I got nothing. He was pleasant during dinner, chatting with all at the table, but saying little directly to me. There was dancing after dinner and I smiled to myself as Tom led me onto the floor. I’d had my say and Tom didn’t seem angry. I was hoping he’d learned his lesson about being so bossy. So you can imagine my consternation when his first full sentence to me as we danced was, “I’m going to wear you out.”
“You are not!” I hissed vehemently. “I have the right to leave my room anytime I like and you can’t stop me.” I wanted to stomp my foot and declare “so there,” but I stopped myself.
“You’re wrong on several points, girl. I think we need a more private place for this discussion.” Although I had no desire to head back to our suite with Tom at the moment, there was little I could do without creating a scene.
Back in the room I quickly held up my hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Now you just listen to me. You are not going to spank me. You spanked me this morning for this same stupid thing. So you just stop.
“I evidently didn’t get through to you this morning. I’ll…”
“Then don’t you see!” I exclaimed with passion. “Spanking doesn’t work for me. You need to stop.”
“As I was saying,” Tom continued, “I promise to be much more effective this time.”
Continuing my protest I was nonetheless firmly escorted to the bedroom. Tom unzipped my dress continuing to ignore everything I was saying. Amidst my “no, stop, wait, listen,” I was soon over Tom’s lap. After an extremely short warm up Tom reached for the brush he had tossed onto the bed.
“Enough,” Tom commanded. “Let’s get something straight right now. Yes, I am the boss of you. I am your husband and in addition to loving you more than life, I’m now responsible for your safety and well-being. I’ve told you on several occasions that I don’t feel comfortable with you running around a hotel alone. If you have no choice but to go out alone, I at least want to know where you are.”
During this conversation he had lit in on my behind. And if the morning spanking had not, in his words, “been effective” this one was. He had that darn brush at full force, all the while giving me his version of a husbands roll as HOH. I don’t know half of what he was saying, but as the spanking continued I was ready to convert to his way of thinking totally – at least for the duration of the spanking itself.
My arms flailed although I did manage not to reach back as I pleaded with him to stop. “I’ll listen, Tom. I promise. Stop, stop. Enough please!”
He stopped and rubbed the back of the brush against my scorched rear. “You need to understand this Cassie, I am the ‘boss of you’ when it comes to your safety. I’m your husband and I am going to keep you safe. When you fight me on this, this is what’s going to happen. If you don’t understand I can continue.”
“No, stop! You don’t have to continue. I’ll listen.” To be honest I had very little intentions of listening at that time, but I was no fool. For the immediate future, that is until he put the darn brush down, I was in complete agreement. The brush was finally discarded and Tom was tender and gently with after care. Then he dropped another bombshell.
“You should have listened to me this morning girl. Tomorrow you aren’t leaving this room until we go to dinner. You thought it would be cute and funny to be so defiant this evening. You're going to realize that doesn’t work with me. You’ll have all day to think about it.”
“That's not fair!” I snapped. I was torn. There was some part of me that really did just want to let go and let Tom be in charge. But then he’d put some restriction like this on me and somehow it would make me more angry than when he spanked me. I was still new to the feeling of being watched over. I really liked the feeling – until it ran up against something I wanted to do and couldn’t.
I was in turmoil that night as Tom lay sleeping beside me. Before Tom I had never felt truly loved, I had never felt cared for, protected, I seldom even felt safe. I loved this man so much, why couldn’t I just relax and let him take care of me. Usually there was not anything really unreasonable about things he ask me to do, but . . . fighting for my freedom was second nature to me now. I didn’t know how to stop. I couldn’t do it. There was no way I was going to be ‘sent to my room’ so to speak. This was one time Tom would not get his way. Call it stubbornness or hard hardheadedness I knew he could not keep me from leaving the room whenever I wanted to.

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