Writing Light

I’m back from our vacation. I know some of you have seen the pictures of my wounds from our scooter

accidents from our little adventure. My scraped leg is slowly healing. it’s been a long time since I’ve had even a skinned knee. I forgot how much it hurts. I may possible be too old for this foolishness.

I’m happy to be back home. Heading out to my writing room yesterday I was truly cheered to see my ‘writing light’. I borrowed this phrase from my daughter, who used to talk about how much she loved ‘summer light’. She was talking about the way sunlight pours into our living room during the late morning in the summers. During the school year, of course, we’re not here during that time of day. For her it was just a good memory of childhood summer vacations.

My writing room is a bright sunny room. During the school year, I mostly get to write in the late afternoon and early evening, but during the summer I hit the room early. I have a beautiful crystal, beveled edged star hanging in one window and this caused rainbow light to dance around the room in the morning. Seeing this light – my summer ‘writing’ light just makes me happy. I’m heading out there now to take advantage.

Z is for Zzzzzzz…

I do love a good nap. Yes I know we’ve come to the end of June and a blog a day for the whole month, but I didn’t find that tiring. I love blogging and connecting with people out here. But when it comes to catching Z’s, really napping or that in between awake and asleep time is when I do my best writing. My characters talk to me then and they always do better when I don’t consciously try to direct them.

As this month comes to a close I want to thank each and every person who has stopped by to say hello. I’ve made some new friends along the way and I hope to keep in touch. I will try to post more here and I hope to be here for most Saturday Spankings. Thanks for a great month!

Y is for Yelling

Some people want to be spanked until they cry. I’d love that myself, but I’ve come to the conclusion that’s not going to happen. I would love to be able to yell, though. I don’t. You see the problem is that if I yell ‘Stop!’ or ‘Enough!’ or even ‘Oww…’ Nick will stop. I don’t want him to stop, I just want to be able to yell.

I don’t like to lose control. What if I lose control and I can’t get it back? I even gave birth to both my children during that brief window when mothers were made to feel guilty if they took anything for pain, “Don’t you want your child to come into the world totally drug free?” I bought that crap and went through totally natural childbirth – twice! Never made a sound other than to ask for ice chips and a cold cloth for my face. I had to concentrate to manage everything.

So for me yelling equals a loss of control, something I long to be able to do, but I still can’t seem to.  So I want Nick to spank me until I cry or yell for him to stop, and I want him not to stop – unless. Of course, it’s hurting and then certainly I want him to stop.

Megan Michaels said it well in a comment last week, “My fantasy is true discipline that makes me cry--but doesn't hurt really bad.” That’s what I want! I think it’s one great shortcoming of the male of the species that they can’t read minds. They need to work on that.

Saturday Spankings - June 28

I’m still on vacation and I hope the posts are still coming up each day as they’re supposed to. I really enjoy Saturday Spankings, I hope to get to all your snippets once we get home. I love putting up my snippets and I love adding to my TBR list.

I’m once again in my first book, Cassie’s Space. I’m hoping some will want all the details of how Cassie and Tom met. They had been dating only a few weeks when, while on a picnic, Tom has called her down several times for using ugly language. After the last reprimand Cassie answers with, “You don’t like the way I talk? Shit, shit, shit! I’ll say anything I damn well please.” In essence, telling him there was nothing he could do about it. Cassie was wrong and this snippet takes place immediately after Cassie’s first ever spanking.

When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked trying to get away. Tom began rubbing my bottom gently, with the hand he had just used to burn me up. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

Of course I was not okay, he’d just spanked me. But I had heard genuine compassion in his voice and that only served to confuse me further. Tom helped me to my feet and held me firmly at arm’s length.

“Look at me,” he said quietly and I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly.

He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes: the look on his face bewildered me. In his face I saw understanding, concern, and caring. His look mesmerized me, and then very gently he asked me a question that changed my life.

“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”

Blurb: Cassie’s Space

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.

You can read on about Cassie and friends in 

Cassie's Tale 

and 

Cassie on the Move.

Don't forget to check out all the snippets out here this week.

X is for Xanthippe

Yeah I’m showing off my education, although the only reason I know of this ‘lady’ is because we changed my curriculum so that I now teach ancient history. Xanthippe was the wife of the great teacher Socrates of ancient Greece.  And let me tell you, no one needed a spanking more than this hateful witch. She has often been described as a screw, as scold, and a nag. No wonder he spent so much time teaching in the streets of Athens – the poor man didn’t want to go home.

He might have been better off to go home and beat her ass good several times. I bet we all know of some couple like this. I see people everywhere, the mall, the drugstore, even church where I want to go put a bug in the guys ear. No, I never would. But there surely are many out there who could benefit from a good, hard spanking!

W is for Whirlwind

This month has been a whirlwind, getting a post up every day. But my whirlwind began a while back. Ten years ago I was a Daughter, a Mother, a Teacher and then with a little letter, a wife. The whirlwind that started when I came out to Nick is still going on. Our marriage is happy and exciting. Coming out also opened the floodgates for writing, for sure.

Writing the Cassie books is so much fun, and to actually become a published author has definitely been a whirlwind! Learning about editing, publishing, promoting… there is a lot to learn and I haven’t learned it all by any means. I’m still in the whirlwind and I’m still enjoying it.

V is for vacation

Nick and I are heading off on vacation. We actually left yesterday morning. We’re taking a cruise, the first time we are cruising without children. It’s just the two of us. When we first had kids we promised one another that as much as we loved them, we were still going to take time for ourselves and that would definitely include little weekend trips. And sure enough, when the youngest was nearly seventeen we finally took one. Okay we we’re pathetic. We didn’t do so well with that when they were little, so hopefully we’ll make up for it as empty nesters.

I still want to finish the A to Z challenge and continue to post every day this month, but I may not be around to read any of you posts or answer my comments. I’m usually a stickler for answering my comments. If you take the time to come by and speak to me, I’m not going to ignore you. But I’m not really that good on the phone, and we’ll be out of the country for a while and, most important, I think I'm going to spend most of my time concentrate on my husband instead of blogland. It’s high time I do that and he more than deserving! So I have post ready to go up and I hope you’ll still come by, but you probably won’t hear from me much until July.