Spanking Introduction Letter

 I was writing a letter of introduction a while back and discussed it with my friend PK. She naturally couldn't resist adding to my qualifications... labeling spanked wife and blogger. It made me laugh for quite a while. I decided to embellish upon the idea.

My husband recently had some emergency surgery. He is fine but sitting here in the hospital, I was bored and wanted to write something funny.

So here goes!

Minelle LaBraun

Date: Now and Forever

Contact: Scotsman

Contact Designation: Home

Sub: Application for the Position of Spanked Wife.

To Whom It May Concern, (This is you my Darling Scotsman)

I have been made aware of a job opening as the spanked wife in our marriage. “What?” You say in disbelief. “I always spank you my darling!” “Yes…… but because we are both so very busy, (and emergency surgery) Your Job skills are becoming rusty.”

I am a certified spanked wife with almost 21 years’ experience, (maybe more) receiving mild hand spankings OTK, OTB or standing. I have a special interest in mild discipline and the erotic spanking.

Yes, your wife is capable of advancing to the next level. I am eager to consider experimenting with other various types of implements. I also have experience in reading a multitude of spanking fiction which I will willingly share to advance your application method. This willing/reluctant student resolves to let your technique develop without bossy interference. Spanking one’s partner is highly subjective, and your creative interpretation should not be deterred by my interference… (Not sure I can follow through with this one) A few ouches and… not soooo hard may escape!

It is only through experimentation that a person understands her/his capabilities.

I would like to arrange a meeting (even though you lie next to me) with you as soon as our schedule (and your healing) allows.

I will kiss you to confirm and to discuss this wonderful job opportunity further.

Yours Always and Forever,

Minelle


I hope you do not mind that I am replying in a general response for right now. I hope to be less scattered in a few days. I Would probably just sound like an idiot if I tried to tell each and everyone of you what your well wishes meant to us. MY general reply is below. Thank You!!

A Little Sentimentality, If You Please

My mom has Alzheimer’s.

So our time is precious. My family is very close and we all support, love and appreciate each other. This by no means is to say we are perfect; we fight just like everyone else. We just forgive and move on.

Mom is the most loving, giving person you will ever meet. I may be biased but she never thought of herself. One may argue that isn't healthy, nevertheless, her love was returned tenfold by all of us. I could never attain her gift to love selflessly.

The funny thing is that she was always very practical. My Grandfather was an inventor and he made a great deal of money just prior to the depression. He spent his money on property….Guess what happened? And my grandmother wouldn't let him evict anyone.

He never stopped dreaming or inventing, but he was never lucky on material wealth.

So mom grew up always feeling the need to prepare. To make sure her and dad were frugal so as to give us what we needed.

 It wasn't important to her if we were geniuses. As a matter of fact, I think she wanted us just above average. That way we would be happy the way we were not always inventing, and reaching for the next big discovery.

Sorry!

All those words to share something!

I wasn't looking for anything meaningful today however; I found this beautiful sentiment on Facebook:

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said:

"I love you and I wish you enough."

The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?"

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?"

She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.

"When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them". Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

She then began to cry and walked away.

I thought this would resonate so much with my mom.

I took this as a personal message to me, from my mother.

I always want to wake up and happily embrace the day enjoying the discovery of what can happen.

I want to see the glass as half full, not has half empty.

Life isn't about having everything you want. It is about stopping, listening, and feeling.

This makes me smile as well:

I want to sing like birds sing

Not worry who hears or

What they think.

                                        RUMI

So tomorrow I will say, “Mom your love is all I ever wanted, and always received. I wish you enough mom.”

Thanks for indulging my sentimentality,

Minelle

A Walk Along The Cornfield

I wrote a little story for all of you. Please remember that I just am having fun!

I am not a writer like so many of my friends!

PK thanks for your input, I tried hard to stay in the proper 'person' 

Sunny and Ana you may recognize some of  this.

And Bas, yes some of this did happen.

Wilma I think we talked about this a time or two.

Happy New Year to all of you, I am so very happy to have made such good friends.

It is nice to talk about so many things free from judgement and receiving many offers of support.


A Walk Along The Cornfield

He was in her literature class and they sat next to each other, becoming fast friends. He was a bit older than her. She was 21 to his 26.  He was finishing his master’s in Liberal Arts while she was just in her junior year deciding her major. They enjoyed discussions on a variety of topics, and could spend hours happily discussing and arguing together.

She kept giving him hints that she was interested in more than a friendship but he appeared to think about her as friend.

 “Audra wait up” John sternly admonished the clearly annoyed lady.

As John walked to catch Audra, she looked up at the irritated countenance of her handsome friend. His eyes were flashing, as he tried to continue their discussion from moments ago. Walking across the campus the smell of a crisp fall day did little to lighten up their intense conversation.

“I am warning you that guy Ray is an idiot. I know there have been suspicions that he is a drug dealer. I am not being over protective; I am sharing information so you can make the right decision. You should not go out with him.”

“I can make my own decisions without your interference.” She made her thoughts known on the matter. It was exciting that someone so much older would be interested in her. Besides she thought if John isn't interested I need to move on.

“Audra he is almost 30 years old, you have nothing in common with him. He is playing on your naivete.”

“Please, stop being so over protective I know what I am doing!”

She started walking quickly as big fat drops of cold rain hit her face. Shivering she willed herself to feel warm in spite of not wearing a jacket. Why did I forget my jacket?

Audra hurried away from John escaping the discussion by telling him she was cold and needed to get to her next class.

The following Friday night Ray picked her up for her date. John called earlier and offered to be around if she needed to call for a ride home. She politely declined his offer.

Audra was uncomfortable right off the bat, since he said he needed to stop back at his apartment and meet up with a few people. It was a large three flat and he lived on the first floor. The living room had a very large window looking out toward the street. As soon as they stepped across the threshold of his apartment, the doorbell rang. Several people came to the door but never entered his apartment. She sat on a leather chair situated strangely in front of the window.  They had absolutely no conversation while waiting for his friends to show up. He actually seemed to ignore her. After about a half hour of constant traffic to his door, they left for a party.

“Um Ray, what was all that about?” Turning in her seat she looked at him and noticed he tightened his lips and frowned. He was really kind of slimy looking she thought.  He had dark hair worn long and scraggly. His eyes were set very close and the shade was a rather mottled nondescript green. His color was off almost grey and pasty. He was way too thin and his very expensive clothes did nothing to hide that fact. Ick, why did I come out with him tonight? There is something unsavory about him.

“Just do not worry babe.” He responded to her question by not answering at all. His actions were kind of spastic and he averted his eyes often. How could I have thought he was cute, she thought?

They pulled up in front of a large house, and parked the car. Walking up the wide wooden stairs they stepped onto a large front porch.

Entering the party Audra was relieved to see many of her friends over near the kitchen. She said that she was going to talk to some friends and quickly walked away from Ray.

A song by Mumford and Sons was playing. That put a little skip in her step. She decided to enjoy herself regardless of how the night started. Off to her left a group of people were dancing in the living room. To her right was a family room attached to the kitchen. That is where she headed.

“Hey Audra” her roommate Lisa ran up and started hugging her. “I didn't know you were coming here.”

“Neither did I.” Audra said. “Ray just asked me out, and after stopping by his place, he drove us here.” I have to tell you he sort of makes me nervous.”

Lisa stopped and looked directly at her saying, “Like I already told you, I would try to stay clear of him. I have heard that most of his ‘dates’ end badly for the girl. Didn't you tell me that John said he would be around if you needed a ride home?”

“Yea, but I really don’t want to impose. I’ll get a ride with someone else if I am too uncomfortable.”

Lisa looked at Audra and said, “I hitched a ride with Mark and his car is packed so start now, asking everyone, than you can just tell Ray you are sick and want to go home. However, if it were me I would just call John; he would do anything for you.  I know you lost your cell but there is a phone in the hall, go now. Let me know if you can’t find a ride, we will work on it together.”

Audra was indecisive and put asking anyone, including calling John to the back of her mind.  Word spread though, and she didn't need to search for a ride home since she was approached by no less than five different close friends promising her a space in their cars for a ride home. She promised to take one of them up on the offer, understanding the worried looks they all shared.

 Unfortunately, she found herself in a deserted room, sitting next to Ray while he relentlessly stuck his tongue in her ear and unremittingly tried to slip his hands under her shirt. It didn't matter how many times she said ‘stop’ or ‘no’ he just kept it up. Audra was getting angry and fed up; finally she hauled off and kicked him where it mattered most. He screamed and bent over and started gagging, so she took her chance and left.

Next thing she found herself walking to the bus stop three blocks from the party. She was so angry that she wasn't thinking clearly.  When she arrived at the bus stop, a bus was pulling away. Sure enough when she checked her watch the sign said the last bus leaves at midnight.

Oh well  she thought, I guess I can either walk the two miles back to the apartment or return to the party and call John. I know I will be worrying a great many of my friends, but I am embarrassed to go back. I feel like an ass for even agreeing to go out with Ray, and I do not need any more drama.

I am going to have to lie because knowing John, if he finds out, he is going to be mad knowing I walked home when I could return to the party and wait for him, or go with any of my friends.

Well she made her snap decision as she walked along the corn fields back to town. After about three blocks she took off her heals and walked bare foot. Her feet were just shattered. It was a good thing the weather wasn't frigid. The night couldn't get any worse she thought, and yet it did. The rain began just as she hit the one mile mark. Feeling sorry for herself she tried to stave off the inevitable tears.

A car pulled up alongside of her, the car carried two young women, one of them leaned out her window asking if she was okay, and could they please give her a ride. Audra new what they thought, a young girl walking alone next to the cornfields in the middle of the night carrying her shoes and crying.

She tried to reassure them, “I am fine, she replied shivering, just cold. I appreciate your offer, and thanks.”

Too tired to offer any resistance she climbed into the car and let them take her home. She made sure they knew she wasn't hurt. However, when the good Samaritans walked her into her apartment, and insisted she call someone to be with her, she called John.

John had been frantic with worry because Lisa had called him when no one knew where she was, and Ray was still at the party.

It was very awkward waiting for him with the couple who had introduced themselves as Ana and Gina. Her dorm was actually larger than the norm since she and Lisa shared a small sitting and kitchen combination area attached to their two bedrooms. Even if they had furnished it with hand- me- down furniture, it was nice and comfortable. She stood next to the door waiting for John to knock while Ana and Gina sat comfortably, on the worn brown leather love seat.

Ana looked at me asking what happened. I figured I had nothing better to do than start at the beginning retelling my adventure leaving nothing out. Gina turned to Ana and said, “stubborn like someone else I know.”  Ana squirmed on the love seat blushing crimson.

Ana looked at Gina saying, "I certainly wasn't that foolish."

Finally, after some uncomfortably stilted conversation questioning my sanity, a firm knock sounded at the door interrupting the interrogation.

Audra breathed a welcome sigh of relief and let John in. His first words to her were, “why didn't you ask who was at the door? I could have easily been Ray.”

I rolled my eyes up to the heavens strangely relaxed now that he was here. John frowned fiercely, turning to Ana and Gina initiating an introduction that I should have remembered first thing upon opening the door.

Gina looked at John and said, “Audra was lucky we happened along. I know what I would do if Ana pulled a stunt like she did.” Her fingers pointed directly at me accusingly. Now it was my turn to blush.

As the girls left I saw Gina pop Ana on the behind saying something along the lines of, “we have a discussion to finish!”

My eyes widened, then I smiled as Ana looked back toward me with a wink.

After they left John took my hand and we sat down on the love seat still warm from Ana and Gina. He questioned me beginning the moment I left my room with Ray all the way to my leaving the party and walking home. I could easily tell he was more than upset with me, for not making safe choices and for not calling him to pick me up.  He didn’t even realize I lost my cell phone.

“Look, I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, thanks for coming ‘big brother’ but I am tired and just want to sleep.”

“You are a brat, Audra. Do you realize how many people were worried about you?”

“Feeling angry at myself I deflected my fury back on him shouting f*c* you and the white horse you rode on.”

Before I could register his disapproval John grabbed me and tossed me across his lap. He began smacking my rear end with fast and furious spanks that at first shocked me into silence. Soon however the pain radiating from my bottom resulting from the continuous application of his hard hand had me shrieking for him to stop.

“Stop you jerk!”

“Not on your life!” his response was accompanied by his next action pulling down my pants and underwear to bare my bottom.

“You are spanking me because Ray is an ass!” Shrieking and kicking my feet wildly I tried to escape the punishment.

“Not even close to the truth,” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I am spanking you because I told you to call me. Lisa told you to call me.  Many of your friends offered you a ride home. You lost your temper and made more than one foolish decision that could have ended tragically.”

He then proceeded to describe each and every self -serving decision I made which put me in danger. He didn’t stop spanking until I thought my bottom was ready to fall off.

“Why was taking a ride from me so abhorrent you chose walking miles home in the rain alongside a corn field?”

By this time I was cuddled close to him crying on his chest, embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty for making so many worry about what happened to me. Reaching back I rubbed my aching behind trying to alleviate the awful sting.

John kissed me and I kissed him back. This was what I wanted all along. I was crazy about him.

I looked up, and said, “was that a real kiss or a friend kiss?”

“What does it feel like to you Audra?”

“Real” I sighed.

John looked at me saying, “I was waiting for you to develop feelings for me. I don’t just want to be friends.”

“Oh John we wasted so much time, and I got spanked for no reason. If only we had talked like this. I only dated Ray because I felt like you saw me as a little sister.”

“Well  Audra about that spanking, honey I am a spanking man, so if you act a certain way you may find yourself across my knee again. Can you accept that?”

Sitting on Johns lap ensconced in his warm embrace I said “yes,” after all, this was such an unusual occurrence. I didn't believe I would ever find myself doing such a foolish thing ever again.

Thanks for reading!

Minelle

Can You Be Both A Spank-Yes And A Spank-No?

I think that sometimes I am both a spank-yes and a spank-no!

Or is it a spank-no and then a spank-yes?

Now reading or talking and thinking about spanking is always, and I mean always a spank-yes! Play, well….that may be altered some by my stress. I am not sure recently, if it was because of my awful mood…. And guilt…!

Let me explain….

Since Christmas is over I am pretty much over the crazy….. ‘ME.’

 Let’s see if you understand my divergent thoughts!

So much had been happening around here that I haven’t had time to think clearly enough to post!

The stress of the Christmas season had just about driven me crazy…..I was/am training and working 3 different part time jobs, (two are teaching) managing the season and family life the best I can.

Even writing this…..my jaw tenses lol.

My husband has been working almost every night, at least 10-12 hours, not counting the hour drive there and back. I was looking forward to him having the night off the Thursday prior to Christmas; it was actually a surprise occurrence relating to bad weather.

You know how the law of averages can seem to team up on you?

It was a difficult day and went from bad to worse. I will not go into detail but I am sure many of you understand when everyone is in that “place”….and nasty moods rub off on your loved ones.

I am going to be perfectly honest here…..

I was a raving lunatic that Thursday night.  I actually lost it so badly that I almost didn't recognize my voice. Maybe you understand the voice I mean?

My solution was to take a nice long hot bath. My nastiness wasn't completely dissipated but….what can one do when your house is small and full?

 Maybe say sorry even if you are right! 

However Teen and young adult absented themselves from the house and I was quickly encouraged into the bedroom.

I may have mentioned this to a few of you……do not take a hot bath before some spanky fun…stress relief (maybe stress relief for hubby) lol…..foreplay……that night it equaled….ouch.

Oh maybe the problem was that the warm-up…… was not!! Or maybe I was trying to control exactly what my darling was doing….not that he was listening. He was fine, he had a great time!

Anyway I felt like a spank-no! Yet, happily it quickly led to other things….ahem.

I was happy to connect…but not stress free! Sigh. Still too much to do.

Eventually....

Shopping was completed (Daughter is amazing) cooking finished just in time for Christmas Eve. We arrived barely at the appointed hour, with almost everything. I actually needed to leave the party and purchase one more gift that was forgotten at home. Sheesh....!

We are a corny family, and we sang Christmas Karaoke, hula hooped…

(Thanks for the hula hoop gift idea Wilma) and we danced. After the festivities, we went to Mass, and managed to sleep some, prior to Christmas morn.

Now fast forward to Christmas day, night. We worked our butts off and had a lovely, lovely day. Cat's cake and Wilma's shortbread were thoroughly enjoyed after my lovingly prepared steak pie and ham Christmas dinner. I had a few glasses of wine and just enjoyed everyone.

Winding down….stress leaving….satisfaction of making it all come together. Sigh of happiness.

It certainly made me feel great when my darling Scott thanked me and said I was wonderful.

This time as we waited for those children of ours to absent themselves….I fell asleep. I was woken up to a suggestion for some practice and fun. By this time I was comfortably ensconced in his giant shirt and some lovely baggy sweat pants. So sexy!

 I was definitely game… so off we went….Spank-yes for him…. and Spank-yes for me! It was a red Christmas. Win-Win

He even said, “what have you done to me?” Me??? We definitely had a great time.

So anyone else have these conundrums? How about you experienced spankos?

I mean this doesn't count that which he doesn't label, the…. just half joking, pulling me across his knees... which isn't erotic or sexy…his words.

Oh well…..thanks for reading!

Minelle

Goob Report

Well I tanked this week. I promise myself  and all of you, that I will begin GOOB  again this week!!

Some of you know that my week began with deep sadness and continued with many challenges.

Saturday morning brought additional sadness, worry and stress.
  
We were never assured that life would be easy.

Sometimes when I am sad I pick up a spiritual book and often find inspiration reading Kahlil Gibran. I thought I would share this with you. 
I hope that you find some beauty in his poetry.

              Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet- On Joy and Sorrow"

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter
rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only
that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits,
alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,
needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall."


Thanks for reading

Minelle

The True Story Behind The Vengeance Of Mrs. Clause

 

 All across blogland, Christmas Carols are being sung. The newest spanking book has been released! Snowflakes please!

The Vengeance Of Mrs. Claus!

You ask how was this story born?

Well our dear Ana may not wish you to know the behind the scenes action, but good grief, I always tells the truth!

 Some of you with a long memory may recall Ana was in just a bit of trouble a few months ago. Santa may have been ready to place Ana on the naughty list. She knew what that meant when Mrs. Claus found out she wasn't behaving.

 True, completely true.

Do any of you recall the bantering conversations as to what she may have expected come Christmas morning? She was quite worried about her behind.

 I kid you not.

Well as Ana is wont to do, she began working hard to turn around her naughtiness…..or somehow divert Santa and send him in another direction.

Now you all know what a perfect angel I am?  Ahem, well anyway… Bas, shhhhhh…. don’t say anything about parts of my stories being real! Play along please.

Oh wait, PK will be on my side.  She knows how Ana likes to create mischief.

However, Ana seems to think I am in constant need of being taken in hand and spanked.

 We all know she is the Miss who needs Mrs. Claus’ attention….!

I mean seriously even Emma wrote a story where Ana got her behind spanked. (Maybe two other elves as well… Renee and Emma… but, that isn't important.)

Anyway, I was giving Ana a bit of a hard time….Cough! Let me clear my throat here. So she threatened to write a story about me getting a real spanking!

Me?

Well that only happens…. sometimes mildly, or well…you know um “the other way”

Remember, I am completely well-behaved.

She dared to include me in the newest story she was writing about Mrs. Claus. (Frankly, I think she was kissing up to Mrs. Claus!) I certainly am always on the nice list.  I am!  Just ask!

Mrs. Claus must have given the okay because Ana appears to be on the nice list, and I am getting a spanking!

So without further ado……..here it is!

The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus!

Now our darling talented Ana has a book coming out this week!!!!!

This book is available to purchase on Blushing Books Dec. 8^th 2012, but you can pre-order.

Blurb for The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

In some countries, turning 21 means gaining the right to vote and drink alcoholic beverages.  For Claire Labraun, the Christmas after her 21st birthday would be beyond her wildest imagination.

Minelle and Matthew Labraun believed in a traditional marriage.  Matthew was head of their household, and Minelle was his helpmeet.  When it came to raising their headstrong 21-year-old daughter, however, they found themselves at a loss.  Minelle had always taught Claire to do the right thing for right’s sake.  Claire, however, had different ideas.  She rebelled against their rules, flaunted authority, and connived to get things she wanted.  She had never been spanked in her life; Matthew and Minelle kept that adult privilege strictly between themselves.  But this year, a visit from Santa plus Claire’s newly adult status would change her idea of Christmas forever. 

Excerpt from The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

          Minelle gave a nervous giggle.  “Matthew,” she whispered as she ran a hand down his arm, “slow down.  I don’t even know what we’re doing.”

          Matthew gave a flick to his wrist that sent the soft, silky strands of the flogger playing across her breasts.  “I am,” he said slowly, “performing my duties as a husband to my wife.”  He unbuttoned her blouse further.

          “No, no, what if the kids come in early?  We can’t…”

          Matthew finished unbuttoning her blouse and tossed it aside.  He let the flogger dance across her newly bare flesh, smiling in open delight and desire as she began responding despite her protests to the contrary.

          “I should work on my lesson plans for tomorrow, get dinner started…the chicken needs to thaw…”

          “Do you honestly think,” Matthew growled, taking her into his arms, “I’m interested in dinner right now?”

          Minelle gave a little shriek, blushed, and nuzzled her cheek against his rough denim shirt.  “We’re sensible adults and parents,” she protested.  “Too old for this foolishness.  Now let me go and…”

          Matthew reached for her pants and tugged at the elastic waist.  “Careful what you say,” he warned.  “Don’t forget I’m older than you are.  Are you calling me old, little girl?”

          Minelle blushed.  She had been just seventeen when the twenty-four-year-old Matthew started courting her, and he was her first and only boyfriend.  Sometimes she felt too young for him even now in the midst of comfortable middle age, but at other times she felt much older and wiser.  On their first dates, though, when he taught her about kissing he had teased her by calling her his “little girl”.  His friends called him a cradle-snatcher.  Just barely twenty-two when they married and twenty-three and twenty-five when their children were born, she often felt she had grown up right alongside their babies.  It was ridiculous after all these years for him to still call her “little girl,” but something inside of her tingled at the name.

          “Yes,” she whispered, trying to ignore the funny flips in her stomach as he eased her pants and then her silly granny panties first down to her knees and then completely off.  “You’re far too old for this nonsense and I should put my clothes back on and take that chicken out of the freezer…”

          “Put a hand on your clothes and I’ll stop playing nice with the flogger.”

          Matthew’s voice cut her short.  Minelle gave another little giggle and glanced up entreatingly at her husband of just over twenty years.  “Honey…”

          Matthew set the flogger down and fingered the buckle on his belt.  “Or there are other ways to make you listen…”

          Minelle gave a delicious shiver.  She didn’t have time for this, she told herself.  Except her body wouldn’t listen.  Matthew’s work-roughened hands turned her onto her stomach and explored every inch of her, a heavy callused palm landing on her bottom.

          “Ouch!” she exclaimed. 

          Matthew bent over and held her hair away from her neck, kissing the little bone that jutted out at the top of her spine and then working his way down the length of her back.  At each kiss she shivered half with delight and half with anticipation.  “Now let’s talk about this silly diet of yours,” he began.

The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus at Blushing Books

Ana’s Website

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I Did It!!

I did it!

My week started a bit slower than the rest of you. I wasn't able to exercise Monday due to a minor procedure I had that day.

Every day from Tuesday including today Saturday, I exercised 35-45 minutes, running or walking. I did ab work and some back strengthening. My Relaxercise was completed Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday as well.

The evil processed carbs were reduced except for today since I attended a Christmas party. There was so much food, ( I would say at least thirty different dishes) that it was impossible not to fall off the wagon a bit. I concentrated on eating less carbs. I knew I would be too tired for exercise if I over indulged beyond a certain point. So even though I ate like a pig (sort of) I tried to be circumspect with what I put in my mouth.

Next week I intend to have almost the exact same goals however instead of walking and running for my aerobic exercise I will also get in some biking. I have a bad back and if I increase my stride on the treadmill in order to raise my heart rate, my back can suffer. The bike allows me to increase my aerobic capacity without my back becoming stiff.  

If anyone has any ideas on how I can minimize my back issues while maintaining my cardio workout please share.

My Goals for this week:

To exercise 5x per week.

I will walk or run or bike for 30-45 min.- 5x this week.

I will continue doing some ab and back strengthening exercises each of the 5 days.

I am going to continue  Relaxercise in order to improve my flexibility, three days this week.

I am reducing processed carbs and eating ‘real food’

Go GOOBers!

BTW we are all trying to add to Sunny's story on New Beginnings. Every week for so many years PK has been gifting all of us with stories that entertain everyone for her Fantasy Friday posts. This week her cupboard was empty. Please run over and add to the story. It is in the comments for this past Friday. Please consider penning a story for PK. We will all miss Fantasy Friday stories if new writers do not try their hand at a story. It is all in good fun. 

Thanks for reading!

Minelle