Guest Spot with PK Corey and 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.
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I went ballistic. I would not allow this to happen. I tried to throw myself off his lap. Flailing my arm back and kicking, I tried to escape his grip. But it didn’t work. Tom grabbed my free hand and held it tightly as he put his leg over mine. I felt as trussed up as a Christmas turkey as he held me firmly over his lap. Through all this struggling the spanking never slowed. I couldn’t believe how badly it hurt.
I finally realized he was talking to me the whole time. I didn’t catch it all, but I got the gist, ‘inappropriate’ language. “You’re not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You’re a lady. You’re not going to talk like a streetwalker.”
If he thought he had heard cussing before, what I cut loose with then, did not compare to what he’d heard me say before. But, the more I cussed, the harder he spanked. I didn’t think I could take much more. No one had ever spanked me before and the pain shocked me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Something had to give. I would not allow myself to beg him to stop. But I finally had to shut my mouth and grit my teeth to keep from crying. I refused to allow him the satisfaction of feeling he had ‘humbled’ me.
When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked 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. 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. Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.
“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”
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