Not dead….yet…

I know I have been a little slow at updating, but time seems to just disappear lately. I ended up getting promoted at the beginning of April, which would be a good thing, except for the fact that I still have to do my old job because i haven’t found anyone to fill it and my salary got cut. Of course I do have a nice shinny new title, complete discretion over the division and get profit sharing, but none of those things create another 8 hours in the day.

I am hoping to get the Spanket series finished up this weekend. I have a little issue with getting one of the transitions, and once it is fixed I can get the last four parts out. In the mean time I scheduled a new part to the Willow Groove series for tomorrow.  It’s been a while since it had an installment and I figure I’ll dribble a few more over the next few months, so by fall the pledges will have completed hell week.

Anyways, back to work…..and no, not the fun kind. 🙂

 

P.S. After I posted this I got a warning from WordPress about this being my 100th post. I hadn’t realized I was over 75, let alone nearing 100. Had I realized it, I’d have done something special. Maybe next week.

Indecision leads to mistakes – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series. The first part is “Joining the Competition“.
March 25th, 10:47pm

SWAT! “Owe!” Jessie cried out more from surprise than pain. She had been to focused on the little screen to notice Nate shuffling around in bed to give her a spank through the blankets. The spank sent her into overdrive, exiting the mail app and stuffing the offending device under her pillow.

“What did I tell you about using you phone?” Nate asked, pulling the blankets down her back.

“I’m sorry,” Jessie pleaded as she started to roll over.

“Nut uh, I think you need a reminder,” he chided.

“Awww, but it’s late!” Jessie pouted.

WACK! Nate spanked her panty-clad bottom. “That’s why you shouldn’t be playing on your phone.”

“Honneeyyy,” she whined.

WACK! “Do I need to go over to the dresser?”

“No,” she answered quickly. The dresser meant an implement and she did not think he had one currently within reach. Unless he wanted to use a pillow, which she would eagerly accept.

“Then get those panties down and stop whining,” Nate commanded, sitting fully upright.

“Yes, sir,” Jessie mumbled as she reached down to bare her bottom without getting up. They inverted themselves as she wiggled the undergarment as far down her thighs as her finger tips could reach. With his target exposed, she folded her arms under the pillow where she buried her head. She was in no mood for anything more than his hand, so she focused on holding in any yelps to prevent him from implementing one of their newer rules; making a fuss from a hand spanking automatically earned her the paddle.

Nate started with a few quick, sharp swats, testing the coloration of her white mounds. The quick reddening told him exactly what he had guessed, she hadn’t been spanked enough lately. “Well I can fix that,” he thought to himself, slowing his rhythm to a steady pace of mild swats.

Jessie growled into the pillow when she realized the reduction in intensity. She knew the softer spanks would allow him to keep up the pace forever. Well it would seem like forever to her, as the sting slowly compounded into a mountain. She was half tempted to start fussing about, and get him to give her the paddle or belt in stead. At least they would be over quickly, once he started with them. It was the logical choice, but logic had no room in Jessie’s mind at that moment as the fear of the burn from the paddle or belt filled up all the available space.

Nate spanked away at his wife’s bottom, slowly covering every inch of it three times, before his hand hurt too much. He slapped it down hard in the center and held it in placed, absorbing the heat her skin was radiating. It was hot, though not as hot as he would have preferred. He briefly considered switching hands, but the clock caught his eye. 11:04 was late enough. “Are you going to play on your phone at night again?”

“No,” Jessie mumbled, pulling her head from the pillow to try and look towards him.

“Good, now lets get to bed,” Nate stated, pulling the blankets back over her bottom. He shifted the blankets on his side, sliding down low enough for her to easily hold him. He hadn’t figured out why, but after sex or a spanking, she loved cuddling up close to him and falling asleep.

Jessie wiped the tears from her eyes before rolling on her side, facing Nate. She shimmied her hips backwards as she snuggled up to his chest. Two red cheeks poked out from the blankets, into the cool bedroom air, as the couple drifted off to sleep. The last thing Jessie thought was “I am not getting spanked again soon!”

Sweet Sixteen Swats – Spanket

I must apologize for the absence of posts recently. I got stuck fixing a set of problems at work which left little to no free time. I know the tournament is over, but I did get a few moments to record some notes as things progressed, and now will build upon those notes to finish the series. Spanket starts with Joining the Competition.

March 24th, 12:02pm

Jessie had received the email from Diane an hour ago, but only just got the chance to read it. And reread it. And reread it again. Now she had just scrolled down to the table of current scores in the center of the message.

“Ladies,

The first weekend is the books and some of us are going better than others.

The current scores are:
Alice – 30 pts with a possible score of 86 pts
Julie – 30 pts with a possible score of 126 pts
Rebecca – 35 pts with a possible score of 83 pts
Jessie – 44 pts with a possible score of 124 pts
Ethel – 44 pts with a possible score of 152 pts
Diane – 45 pts with a possible score of 157 pts

Remember, if you want to trade scores with someone else, both ladies need to email me stating they want to switch.

Enjoy the break in action, well basketball action. I know I will 🙂

Diane”

“What to do, what to do?” she mumbled to herself. She had been thinking of this question for a day and a half, since the hangover faded on Saturday afternoon. It had taken all her muster to stay behaved while such a momentous question hanged over her head. After Arizona clinced a birth in the sweet sixteen, Nate had asked her an innocent enough request, but her snarky response had nearly upended her. He had cut off his disapproving stare with a few well placed kisses and a quickie on the kitchen counter.

Yesterday she came to the conclusion that if she was far behind, she would bite the bullet and take a quick spanking now to prevent a more involved event later on. She also decided if she was in the lead she would try her hand at being on top, if the situation presented itself. But what about now? She had not prepared for being in the middle, with a good current score, but a poor potential score. What should she do?

“I know, go out to lunch or stay at your desk, such a hard decision.”

Jessie jumped at the sound of her coworker’s voice behind her. In a flash she flipped over her phone and tried to act nonchalant as she turned around. The sudden interuption had sent a spike of adreline through her body, now she could feel her heart pound way below her bra. She immediately though the mousey Mary had seen over her shoulder and seen everything. Or even worst, she hadn’t been talking to herself IN her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mary apologized, bowing slightly to hide the blush crossing her cheeks as she retreated from the cubicle.

The demure stature freaked Jessie out. She thought Mary must have heard everything and knew her dirty little secret, and now was trying to excuse herself from the awkward situation. “It’s not what you think,” Jessie blurted out before she could really think through the situation.

The unexpected response caused Mary to pause at the cubicle doorway. “Hu?”

Jessie saw question spread across her coworker’s face. This was her out chance to escape, with miminal additional embarassment. “What did you say?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to lunch? What,” Mary answered.

“Oh yes,” Jessie accepted, cutting off Mary. Grabbing her purse, she fled her desk, hoping the open space of the lobby would divert attention to a new topic.

The four simple words caused her to fret all day, and into the drive home. What should she do?