Friday, November 20, 2015


Greetings and Happy Saturday Spanks!  Our new age-play story under the working title of His Firm Hand took a little trip to the publisher on Monday, so I thought I'd post a snippet to hopefully get you in the mood.  The beginning of this scene was posted on WIPITUP this week, so if you're interested, you can find it HERE :)

For a little background, Paul and Michele had just revived their DD lifestyle that fizzled out about a year after they were married.  Recently, Paul decided to rachet things up with some teenage age-play during the week, and they return to their regular adult life on the weekends.  This is a scene at the end of the Thanksgiving festivities, and Paul is doing his best to tell Michele a holiday story. Unfortunately, she wasn't paying attention and when he figures out why, she knows it's a bad idea to lie to him.  Hope you enjoy!

“If you’re being naughty under those covers, you better not lie to me, young lady,” he warned in a stern tone.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about,” she admitted with an embarrassed face. “I’m standing in the corner being spanked and fucked at the same time.  My tushy is very red and hot.” Her voice was breathless as she rapidly circled her hard, swollen flesh. 
“Mmm, and who’s starring in this kinky little fantasy of yours?” 

We are, silly,” she said, giggling.  I know it’s only Thursday, but can the rules be altered tonight?  After all, it is a holiday.”

He pulled the puffy white comforter off of his wife and unbuttoned the first two buttons on the top of her flannel pajamas.  His finger and thumb instantly went into motion, tweaking her taut nipple harder and harder as his other hand roughly shucked her pajama bottoms down, one side at a time. Paul’s head lowered, and with firm strokes, his broad tongue took over, licking up and down the inside of her saturated, swollen pussy.  As her body writhed and trembled, he washed his tongue over her hard bud and closed his lips around it, sucking tenderly.  Finally, with an abrupt force, her hips lifted off the bed, vibrating as her pussy throbbed and pulsed.

Well, that's it from me (unless I want to stand in the corner), so thanks for stopping by and don't forget to visit the other blogs on this hop.  Happy Saturday :) ~ shelly

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Hello there, WIPSTERS!  It's been almost a month since I've posted here, but I have a really good excuse!  Our age-play story under the working title of His Firm Hand has just been submitted to the publisher, so as we wait for feedback -  I thought it might be nice to share another raw, unedited scene.  Paul and Michele have just said good night to family and friends after hosting Thanksgiving dinner and as we tune in, Michele's husband is about to tell her a bedtime story. Hope you enjoy :)

Michele snuggled under the covers in her flannel jammies as she heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs.

“Are you ready for your story, princess?” Paul asked as he sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in his black button-down shirt and jeans.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to put your sweatpants on and get comfortable?”

“I will, sweetie.  But first, I want to tell my best girl a special Thanksgiving story.”

“Ooh, a holiday story.  I hope it has a happy ending,” she said slipping both hands under the covers to warm them.

Paul cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Chellie …”

“Chellie?  I haven’t been called that since I was a kid.”

Paul inclined his head toward hers.  “Am I making up this story, or are you?”

“Sorry, Daddy.  Please continue.”

“Everyone thought Chellie was beautiful and told her so, but she just didn’t believe them.”

“Mmm.  Sounds like a case of bad self-esteem, if you ask me,” Michele interrupted as she shifted in the bed.

“Perhaps, but her parents hoped that eventually she’d meet the man of her dreams and would become much happier and more secure in her life.”

Michele squinted her eyes.  “I thought this story was going to revolve around a holiday, but so far, there’s no mention of one.”

“Be patient, my sweet, I’m just trying to develop the characters for you.”

“Sorry,” she said with a smile, wiggling under the covers.

"Are you having trouble getting comfortable? You’re awfully squirmy tonight.”

“No, sir,” she said, quickly pulling the comforter up to her chin.

“You seem so fidgety.  Did you eat too much chocolate after dinner?”

Michele bit her lip and inhaled a quick breath. “Nope, I’m fine.”

“Sweetie, are you paying attention to me, or are you busy concentrating on something else?” Paul asked as his mouth formed a crooked smile.

Under the sheet, Michele's hardened nipple was being grazed by the tip of her thumbnail as the pointer finger on her other hand slid up and down a slick seam just inside the pajama bottoms.   

“What happened? Why did you stop telling the story, Daddy?” 
“It seems you have your own tale going on right now,” Paul said.  “And I’ll bet it’s a good one.  Care to share with me?” 

Slowly, she shook her head.

“If you’re being naughty under those covers, you better not lie to me, young lady,” he warned in a stern tone.

Hey, thanks for stopping by, and as always, a huge shout-out to Ms. Melody for all her support and hospitality!  Before you go, don't forget to visit some of the other fine folks on this hop!  Have a great week ~ shelly