Monday, February 26, 2007

Look Out Disney.... Here She Comes

So PK's headed to Disney?

I got an email from her at work today. That's nothing new of course. I get at least 10 a day from her. Yeah, okay so maybe that's cuz she's answering the ten I sent her. Or maybe I'm answering hers. No matter. The point is PK is headed to Disney.

In this particular email she sent me a picture of a new shirt she bought for the trip. She wanted to know what I think of it. I told her that I didn't really know; that I'd ask all of you.

So what do you say? Should PK wear her new shirt while she's at Disney? What do you think?

Personally, I think she should wear it. She's adventurous, brave, and bold enough to pull it off... er, I mean ... well you know what I mean AND you know what I do NOT mean. LOL

I wonder what she'll do if someone tries to pinch Mickey's cheek? Or pat his head?

I don't know about all of you but if I was to wear this shirt in public, I'd probably end up with that warm butt that I haven't had in a while.

Ohhhhh... now I get it.... That's EXACTLY what PK's after, huh?

Anyhow, here's the shirt... can't wait to hear what you think!!!



Sunday, February 25, 2007

Cuteness Overload

Did you catch that in my previous post?

Cuteness overload from pet names?

Not in this house.... well the pup is cuteness overload but me and Adam? We're just cute without the overload. Yes we do have some pet names and no, you don't need to know them. They are kind of unusual and could give me away and you all know how paranoid of that I am!!


Just last week I was checking my stats.

***GASP***

Someone from MY HOMETOWN had been to my site. Of course I thought "someone knows." I waited and watched. I just KNEW that whoever knew probably told the whole town and that my stats would soon be overloaded with hits from Mytown, USA.


But wait. That one lonely hit didn't come directly to my site. Someone linked to my site from another spanking site. Ah ha. So I'm thinking that it was a random hit, yes? So I watched over the next few days and who ever it was has not returned. Whew.

So you came here to read about my most recent spanking? Okay.

Back in the summer of '03...

Kidding.

It hasn't been that long but it's been a while. I'm just not into it. I know that I will be again one day soon. PK told me to go back and read my blog from the beginning. Last summer was a blast. I remember. And fall was good too. Winter's been not so good and I don't even care. It's just not important to me at the moment. I don't feel the need or craving. How about you? Do you have times like this? It bothers me that I just don't care but on the other hand I don't know how to make myself care.

Yesterday when I was working in the kitchen Adam swatted me on the rear about ten times with his hand. It stung. I told him I could tell it's been a while because it hurt so bad. Or maybe it hurt because I'm just not really in the mood. Who knows.

I'm rambling. I don't really have any important point to make so I'll stop now.

Happy weekend!!!

What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?






I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants, Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do think that love can overcome anything. You may be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in the right place. You've probably got one of those relationships where proper nouns have been replaced with "Snookums" and "Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness overload.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Potpourri or Something Like That

Remember back during the holidays when I kept whining about the lack of privacy? I was anxious to get the holidays over with in some ways so that Adam and I could return to our life together without interference from anyone.

I'm not sure what it is. I can't exactly put my finger on it. We've yet to reconnect. There have been two, maybe three spankings since January first and good grief ~ we're almost to March!! And PK is worried about two weeks with no sex? Yeah. Sure. Okay.

At least our sex life has been a little more active than our spanking life. The two SHOULD go hand in hand but it seems lately that we've had energy for just one event, not both. And even then it sometimes has taken the Hitachi to get me going. Adam thinks I like it better than him. That's not true at all, but I do like it. A lot. I like it a lot.

To tell the truth, Adam hasn't felt real great and has been pretty tired. He over does it at work. I'd hate to know how many hours he puts in each week. And then the fact that I feel fatter and uglier than I've ever felt before in my life doesn't help the situation.

Anyhow, the point of this post is to thank you for being there. It doesn't matter if you are one who comments regularly, one who emails a thought or two now and then, or someone who just reads and never says a word. I appreciate you.

Numbers shouldn't mean anything really but when I look at my stats and see that you've been here, you inspire me. Numbers do mean something. They mean you've been here and honestly, you are more than just a number!!!

Wanna hear something funny? You know my two-parter about Raina and Jake? Adam thinks there's some reality there. He thinks I'm trying to tell him something. I'm thinking he might damage something if he thinks too long and hard looking for what's not there. That was just me having fun.

So who's been getting spanked lately? Heck, lets do a poll........ Why not? I fall into the "heck if I remember" category. Hope you are in better shape than myself on this one!! Maybe when Adam reads this, well........ you know. Heeheehee.







How Long?

How long has it been since you were last spanked (or gave a spanking)?

1 hour or less
1-6 hours ago
6-12 hours ago
12-24 hours ago
1-2 days ago
2-3 days ago
3-5 days ago
5-7 days ago
1-2 weeks ago
2-3 weeks ago
3-4 weeks ago
1-3 months ago
3-6 months ago
6 months - 1 year
More than 1 year
only in my dreams
Heck if I remember






Monday, February 19, 2007

Three Fun Pictures

I'm just curious... How many of us had this cake topper on our wedding cakes? How many of us WOULD have had it had we known about it? I'm thinking it would even be good for an anniversary cake so how about it? Why don't you buy one for your next anniversary party? Just think of the comments it would get. And I'm thinking no one would ever think we actually DO that. They would just think it's funny.




And what I want to know is WHO says you can't spank grandma? I know of a few grandmas hanging around here who are spanked regularly and for sure when my grandkids come along ..... well... you know..... I say you can and SHOULD spank grandma. How about you?



And this picture is just plain silly. I honestly don't think squirrels are into this sort of lifestyle. You never know though.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Cleaning House

My blog roll is now shorter. I've cleaned house. It was hard to decide to delete some links but I wanted to shorten my blog roll because I am spending time clicking on links that haven't been updated in ages. If I've deleted you and you want back on, no problem. Please let me know. And if you've never been on and would like to be please let me know that also. I love all you guys and wish to offend no one!!

Friday, February 16, 2007

A Winter Poem

Most who know me well know that I don't like crappy email forwards.

I LOVE the funny ones. And I like the ones that touch the soul and bring a tear to the eye. Those aren't the ones I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the flea market kind.

You know the ones.... sappy poems that sound like they should be embroidered onto something made of plastic canvas and sold at a flea market.

Now before I step on any toes, if that's your thing, FANTASTIC. It's just not mine.

I'm sure you'll understand and grant me that when I remind you that my thing is math but it's probably not yours. I respect that and I grant you that.

So with that said, I got this email from a friend today and boy oh boy it had flea market sappy written all over it. I nearly deleted it but by the time I got to the end I was glad I took the time to read it. It's quite lovely.

See for yourself......


I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.

"WINTER"
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre





"SHIT, It's Cold !"


The End




Thursday, February 15, 2007

Jake and Raina (Part 2)

Jake rose from the desk and reached over to shut down the power to his computer. Then as he flipped the light switch something through the window caught his eye. It was beginning to snow. Large powdery flakes of snow were drifting to the ground. He approached the window with arms folded. As he stood there watching the snow fall his thoughts drifted to a thousand diverse places but finally settled upon Raina.

He smiled as he thought of how she loved the snow and always insisted on making snow angels and snowmen with the kids when they were small. He wished she was standing there beside him now. Raina had gone to bed an hour earlier and he hated to wake her. Besides it wasn’t like she’d never seen snow before.

Their life together was settled. Secure. Happy. Jake had nothing to complain about and he knew it so how could he… why would he….

He sighed as a feeling of selfishness entered into the pit of his stomach. He hung his head and tried to fight off the shame. He thought of Raina’s goodness and how it would devastate her to know that he wanted more. And if she knew WHAT exactly he wanted…. Well… he wondered what she would think of him then.

He didn’t hear her enter the room but turned to face her when she softly called his name.

“Jake? Honey, are you coming to bed?”

He apologized and told her he was watching the snow fall … and…. Well… thinking.

She approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against his back.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He told her “nothing,” but then said, “Everything.”

“Well which is it?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled her around to stand beside him. For a while they stood watching the snow fall. Finally Jake turned to her and said “Raina, I love you with all my heart, but are you happy? I mean REALLY happy?”

She assured Jake that yes, of course, she is very happy with him. But then… then panic struck as she realized that maybe he isn’t happy with her. Her voice caught on the words as she asked “Are YOU happy?”

He assured her that he was happy but at the same time felt like something was missing in their relationship. Still panicked Raina wasn’t sure where this was going. Jake sensed her fear so he took her by the hand saying “Come with me.”

He led her into their kitchen and turned the light on. He said “Look around… Really look. Are you happy with everything in our lives that goes on in this room?”

“Jake, honey, it’s a kitchen. We cook here. We eat here. It serves its purpose quite well.”

“So you’re happy with it? REALLY happy? The appliances are okay? The counter top?”

“Jake, it’s a beautiful kitchen and we both know it. What are you getting at?”

Again, he took her by the hand out into their garage. He gave the same command: “Look around… REALLY look.”

Raina was starting to relax a bit and found herself enjoying this little game. She threw her arms around his neck and teased, “Jake!! I love you!! You’re buying me a new car, aren’t you? That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

They both knew that her car was new enough. He pulled her arms from his neck and asked again “are you happy with what you see here?”

“Of course. I love my car and I’m glad to have a garage to keep it in. Remember what it was like on nights like this when the cars sat out because we didn’t have a garage?”

They chatted back and forth about all the times they had to dig a car out from under the snow until finally, Jake took her hand again and said “Okay, let’s go.”

He led her to the family room where they discussed their need to spend more time there with one another. He led her to the living room where they talked of new furniture. And then one by one, he led her to each bedroom.

They talked about each of their children and how proud they are of them. They talked about the previous year’s adjustment to their now empty nest. And then finally…. Finally….Jake led Raina into their own bedroom.

A wave came over her as she knew the questions he would ask. They’d been to a number of rooms and Jake had asked the exact same questions of her in every room. Raina felt her stomach tie into one huge knot as she realized that THIS… their bedroom was the end all of this adventure Jake had taken her on.

Two things raced through her mind. She knew she had to think quick. And she knew she had to be careful. Jake had always been the most considerate of lovers. Her needs were always met. She wondered how damaging the truth might be to him. She wondered if she would be able to find the words to tell him that even though her needs have been met she’s had many, many nights of unfulfilled wants. Could she dare to tell him the truth? It felt like an opportunity was before her that she might never have again.

Another thing that raced through her mind was a feeling of pain. Was she not satisfying him? Did he want more? What could he possibly want? She had always been willing to fulfill every desire that he conveyed to her. If he wanted more, he just needed to say so.

Raina couldn’t stand it. She was about to explode. When Jake told her to look around and asked if she was happy with their lives in their bedroom she felt tears well up in her eyes. She felt her throat begin to tighten. She wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to talk.

Finally she looked up into his eyes and said “Honey… Please… Please just tell me what this is all about.”

He swallowed hard and said, “Alright. I’ll tell you, but not in here. Let’s go out to the kitchen and put some coffee on.”

As Raina started the coffee, Jake collected his thoughts and planned his approach.

She placed his coffee before him as she sat down with her own across from him.

“Now, will you please tell me? Jake, what’s going on?”

He told her that he didn’t know where to begin but then finally it all came pouring out. He reminded her how he loves her more than life itself. He told her that never once has he regretted marrying her. But….

“Raina, you are a terrific wife… in bed…. I mean. I have cherished our sex life from day one… but…”

“But….tell me Jake. Just tell me.”

“I want more”

“More? Jake I’ve rarely turned you down in all our years together.”

“I don’t mean quantity, Raina.”

Her heart fell. She knew if it wasn’t quantity he was after, it must be the quality. Her voice began to quiver as she realized…

Jake laughed “no no no that’s not what I mean. Sweetheart you are a fantastic lover. I mean more different… not more more.”

“More more? More different? What do you want?”

Suddenly Jake felt that shameful feeling again but he continued, “Raina it’s always the same. Same technique, same style, same time, same place, same way… every time. Don’t you ever want to ….ummm…. mix it up a little?”

Raina wasn’t sure where the words came from but answered Jake with, “Well…ummm… yes…ummm…. Okay. I have fantasies too!”

And that was all it took.

Jake raised an eyebrow, “oh, really? Tell me about them.”

Raina blushed but somehow knew that after all these years it was going to be okay if she told him the truth.

“Sometimes I think about what it would be like if you ummm… well…. Ummm… quit being so damn nice in the bedroom and used a little more ummmm…. dominance.”

“Dominance?”

Uh-oh. Raina felt her face flush.

“This is embarrassing to admit even to you, Jake, but all my life I’ve wanted a man who knows when to take charge.”

“Take charge?”

“Yes, take charge.”

“You mean like boss you around and stuff?”

“Well… maybe….”

“I see,” Jake said. “And I’m assuming you’re talking sexually, right?”

“Well .. yeah… I mean no one wants to be bossed around twenty four seven. You know how Chip is with Janet? I could never live like that.”

“Yeah he can be a real jerk. I could never treat you like that.”

“Good because that’s not even what I’m talking about… hey, isn’t this supposed to be about you?”

Jake was thoughtful for a minute and then asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, there have been times… a lot of times actually when I’ve wanted to do just that.”

“How so?”

“Well I’ve often wondered what it would be like to order you to the bedroom… to tell you to take all your clothes off and wait for me.”

“Okay, now you’re talking.”

“But Raina, you’re such a ‘good girl’ so I’ve never been able to be a ‘bad boy.’”

“Oh Jake, we’re married!! If we can’t be bad with each other, then who can we be bad with?”

Jake was thoughtful again. “Raina, we’ve come this far, I might as well tell you the rest of my fantasy.”

Raina teased, “There’s more? Should I be afraid?”

Jake got a twinkle in his eye and raised his eyebrow again. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“I’m not sure what you think happens to them but I know what SHOULD happen to them.”

“So would you be willing to be a bad girl for me?”

“Only if you’re willing to show me what happens to girls when they’re bad.”

He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. With all the firmness he could manage at that moment he said, “Baby, bad girls get spanked.”

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Revenge

Remember these pictures?



Picture # 1

Fantasy _________________

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Picture #2

Sexual ________________________

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Picture #3

Naked __________________________

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I'm about to give you the missing word and if you don't believe me, do a google image search for yourself and I promise you each of these three pictures will appear on the first page of each search.

Yup. The title word is it. REVENGE

Fantasy REVENGE
Sexual REVENGE
Naked REVENGE

That was fun.... for me anyhow....

Friday, February 9, 2007

Hey Nick!!!

Psssssttttt..... come here, Nick.

Closer.

I've got some things to tell you.

This isn't easy but you need to know that I know things about Elis that you might want to know. She's not always upfront with you. I think it's high time you found out and maybe - ummmm - did something about it.

I know she would never tell you these things but I believe you deserve to know. No need to thank me. Really.

Ready?

I hope you're sitting because I know these things will come as a shock to you.

First off, she told me you said she could order ONE toy for Valentine's Day. Did you know she ordered THREE? Greedy little thing, that Elis. You gonna let her get away with that? Surely she knows the difference between THREE and ONE. Yeah, I know. It's two but I would think that when you said one, you meant ONE. You know what I'd do? I'd work her over good with all THREE when they arrive. She deserves it.

And about that laundry, oh, sure she put it away like you said and then got on here and complained to me about having to do it. Did you know she's whining behind your back like that? Next time I'd make her wash it, dry it, fold it AND put it away. And if she refuses, well there's those 3 toys she has on order, huh?


And did you know that she talked the red cross into taking TWO pints of her blood just so she could look as though she lost more weight than she actually had? How low can one spanko go? Sheesh.


And here's the real kicker.....


I don't know how to tell you this but I think you need to spank her.

See, it's like this.... did you know that she was on the phone to me after work the other day? She told me she was sitting in her car in the parking lot of the gym where she is SUPPOSED to be exercising.

Here are her EXACT words... "Nick told me to go to the gym. He didn't say anything about going inside."
So you see, she's a fraud.

Do something.


Don't let her get away with this. Where's your belt? The flogger? Something wooden? All of it. Nail her @$$ but good!!!

If I were you... and I know I'm not ... but if I were you, I'd make sure she's not able to sit in her car for very long!!


Okay so I'm not you... but if I were....

Okay, I'm not...I'm just saying...

You know?

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Stupid Post

Somedays I can't think of a thing to write a post about so I don't bother. Other days I'm busier than I care to be even though I have an idea or two. And still other days I'm busy with no ideas.

The days I hate are the days I have the time but no idea. So today I googled. Remember my google searches? This one was kind of fun and I want to see if I can make a bit of a game out of it. Wanna play?

Here's how it goes:

I'm going to show you three pictures. Beneath each, I'll show you the first word I googled that lead me to that picture. The second word will be left blank.

Here's the thing... all three have the exact same second word. Take a guess at it... see if you can figure it out. Think you know it? Leave a comment. I'll be back in a day or two to let you know what the word was. And if you are the anal type that just HAS to know right now, drop me a line. I might email it to you. Then again, I might not.

I'm kidding. If you really HAVE to know, I'll tell you.

Anyhow...

Ready??


Picture # 1

Fantasy _________________

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Picture #2

Sexual ________________________

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Picture #3

Naked __________________________

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So do you know it? Remember it's the same word for all three pictures.

Monday, February 5, 2007

SSA (Serious Spew Alert)

Don't say I didn't warn you. You MUST - I repeat MUST - place all beverages aside. A filter type mask might not be a bad idea either. Trust me. It's for your own good.

It's 11:25 Monday morning. February 5, 2007. I've had a great time already today and it's not even noon yet. Indulge me. Let me tell you allllllllll about it. And you WILL laugh. I promise.

It all started out yesterday at about 6:30 PM. It's so blasted cold here that schools shut down like crazy. Word came on mine about 6:30. Snow days are GREAT. Already knowing the night before is even better.

Adam had to work though. Sucks to be him. I begged him to stay home with me but he couldn't. I understand.

It was me and the pup.

I had the house cleaned up by 8 a.m. and figured I would do the responsible thing. I got busy on a project that is due Wednesday night. Typically I'd wait until after work on Wednesday to even begin. This was nice. I got it out of the way over two days early. I'm quite pleased with my accomplishment.

When I finished I made some soup. I was getting kind of hungry and did I mention that it's soooo blasted cold here?

Anyhow, so there I was eating a bowl of soup and playing a game online.

The pup? He was ripping around the house chasing the cat. He was flying up and and down the steps having a ball.

Finally as I finished my soup and started another game I heard the pup lay down behind me. I could tell by the sound that he was chewing on his bone. I turned to look.

The pup
was NOT chewing on a bone. Oh no.... not my pup...

What I want to know... what I really WANT to know is how in the world a tiny little 5 pound pup carried it down the steps from the 2nd floor in his mouth.

Geeze.

It's time to spew. Scroll down and take a look.
















Sunday, February 4, 2007

Wasted Fantasies

When she was eight years old she knew there was something about spanking that she found appealing. She knew she was not supposed to feel that way so she didn't tell anyone.

When she was thirteen she began to make up fantasies of being bad, of being scolded, of being spanked. She knew she couldn't tell anyone.

By the time she was seventeen she wondered .... she wished. She still didn't tell anyone.

Then she met Jake in her senior year of college. He seemed a bit rough around the edges but she saw past that. She saw right through that. She knew there was more to him than his shaggy hair, pierced ear, and torn jeans. They became an item and were seen together walking to class, going to lunch, and attending social events held on campus.

As graduation approached Jake removed the earring, got a haircut and invested in some respectable pants and dress shirts. Then he landed a job.....not a great job but a decent job. And Raina found one also that wasn't too far from Jake's.

They decided to take the next step in their relationship. They found an apartment and planned their wedding. They knew life was only beginning and that it was going to be good.

Over the next five years they had two children. Jake had received two promotions at work which allowed Raina to take time away from her career and stay home with the children. When they finally entered school she re-entered the working community. The extra money enabled them to live their lives comfortably.

Over the years Raina still held in her desire and fascination. The children grew. Jake continued to grow in his career. She too received a promotion or two along the way. Finally when the kids left home she realized that she was happy but still ached and longed for more. She had hoped for years that Jake would pick up on her signals and take her over his knee one day but it never happened. She resigned herself to the idea that she had bizarre fantasies which were best left as they were: fantasies and no more.

But still, she imagined him calling her to him. He'd take her pants down. He would scold her for some imaginary offense. He'd remove his belt. He'd wrap a supportive arm around her waist as he began to spank her bottom.

Such ideas made her wet with lust and excitement. Through out her marriage she found such fantasies would help when she wasn't really in the mood. When Jake would roll her over and pull her up onto her knees she'd begin to think. As he entered her from behind she played out scene after scene where he would scold her for this and spank her for that. When he squeezed her cheeks and then squeezed them with a bit more force she could almost feel a belt or a hair brush coming down upon her rear.

But she couldn't tell...

She could never tell. Jake would think her insane if she was to tell him she wanted him to lovingly hurt her. It wouldn't make sense to him. How could it? It didn't even make sense to her.

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Jake was a happy baby and grew into a calm child. He was one of those kids who rolled with the punches and seemed to just flow through whatever life handed him.

By the time he was a junior in high school he was a starter on the varsity basketball team and was dating one girl after another. He was drawn to just one thing on a girl: Her ass.

He couldn't quite pin it down. He wasn't sure what it was that attracted him to that part of her anatomy. He had a mental checklist of requirements for a woman's bottom: full, big but not too big, enough to grab hold of. Squeezable. A girl had to have what Jake called a squeezable ass in order to qualify for a date with him. He felt shallow but at the same time knew that he knew what he liked in a woman.

When he went away to college he knew the opportunity that was upon him and before him. He focused on school. He didn't date much. He figured he'd have time for that later. For now he wanted to focus on doing well in college so that he could make a decent living down the road.

His eyes still roamed. He would smile when he thought about how he was glad to be an ass man and not a boob man. Being an ass man is far superior to being a boob man. He knew that if he'd been a boob man there was great risk of being caught in the act of watching them - a girl's boobs that is - bounce and jiggle when she approached. Being an ass man allowed him the luxury of watching all he wanted as he walked down the sidewalk 10 steps behind his visual.

During the first month of his senior year he caught himself watching the same full, jiggling ass three days a week as he walked to class. It took him just a few days to realize it was the bottom of the same girl that he was watching. He would lose track of her as she entered the computer science building each day.

After a month he finally was able to put the bottom he'd been watching with the face of the girl who sat two seats behind him in his advanced IT class. They began studying together. Then they dated. Then they graduated.

They moved in together and soon married. They had children. The children grew. The children left home. They had an awesome life built. They took trips. They worked hard. They loved hard.

He never got tired of watching her bottom. He loved the way her jeans tightened around her cheeks as she bent and stretched. He loved the way it jiggled - just a bit when she walked naked in their bedroom. He watched. For years he watched.

And for years he fantasized. When he made love to her he would often roll her over and pull her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind and squeeze her cheeks. He loved how she moaned with pleasure when he squeezed a bit harder. And he dreamed...

In his dreams he would call her to him. He would tell her to remove her pants. Then he would take her over his knee and massage her ass while they talked. He imagined silly offenses she'd committed. He'd scold her for failing to turn the computer off. He'd spank her for cooking pork chops for dinner instead of chicken. He'd what? WHAT? He'd spank her?

Yes, in his dreams.. in his fantasies he would spank her until she cried. He would scold her until she was repentant and remorseful. And then he would make love to her. At that moment he'd come out of his fantasy into reality where he would realize it could never be.

For years he played such scenarios over and over in his mind. He was ashamed. How could he imagine hurting Raina? He didn't want to ever hurt her. He loves her. Why would he want to ........

How could he want to.....

She would never know of course because he would never tell her of this.... his deepest, darkest fantasy.