Yes, I am now on Facebook.
Why? I want to socialize with others in this lifestyle. FetLife is NOT for me. Experience Project - wow. If I get one more unsolicited penis picture sent to me, I might commit acts of violence. I love my Thursday and Sunday chat rooms that I found (*waves to all my new friends*) but I cannot always join. It really depends on what is happening with the family life, homework, and other mommy and work duties. I love-love-love this online blog community (*waves to all my new blogging friends*) and it makes my day when someone comments here, so I thought maybe I would expand a little bit and try FB, too.
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Showing posts with label commuication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commuication. Show all posts
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Paddling in the Tears
Today was a tiny breakthrough. For the first time ever, I cried during a spanking.
The day started off great, but at one point, we disagreed about something involving one of our children, and the ensuing debate (he called it an argument) got a little heated. He left the room in a huff after raising his voice at me.
Once he calmed down, we descended to the basement to the Spank Room. The paddle came out. The lecture consisted of him retelling how it came that he yelled, his apology for raising his voice, his view that I was not listening but rather over-talking him, and that since this was not going to be a part of our relationship, a spanking must happen.
The pants went down.
The underwear went down.
My belly went down so that I was leaning over a storage bench.
Once in position, the warm up started. The warm up HURT. Once the real spanking started, it was a little unbearable. I started sobbing. Begging. Turning. Crying some more. Begging some more. Turning some more. When it was all said and done, I got a few extras for not staying still.
When I got up, and he brought me to his arms, I continued crying. I couldn't stop. A "release" (for lack of a better word) occurred, and the tears flowed. First time ever during a spanking.
It was cleansing.
The day started off great, but at one point, we disagreed about something involving one of our children, and the ensuing debate (he called it an argument) got a little heated. He left the room in a huff after raising his voice at me.
Once he calmed down, we descended to the basement to the Spank Room. The paddle came out. The lecture consisted of him retelling how it came that he yelled, his apology for raising his voice, his view that I was not listening but rather over-talking him, and that since this was not going to be a part of our relationship, a spanking must happen.
The pants went down.
The underwear went down.
My belly went down so that I was leaning over a storage bench.
Once in position, the warm up started. The warm up HURT. Once the real spanking started, it was a little unbearable. I started sobbing. Begging. Turning. Crying some more. Begging some more. Turning some more. When it was all said and done, I got a few extras for not staying still.
When I got up, and he brought me to his arms, I continued crying. I couldn't stop. A "release" (for lack of a better word) occurred, and the tears flowed. First time ever during a spanking.
It was cleansing.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Double Trouble or The Hand and The Belt
Yes, it has happened - spanked twice in one day.
This afternoon, when the family arrived home, I was just plain off. I couldn't stop repetitive thoughts about past marital and life failures, and I was bubbling with anger and sadness. I started right away on HoH, chastising him and being critical. I couldn't shake it. I wanted him to feel the same pain I was feeling. I pushed and pushed until he made the decision. In the room. Door shut. TV turned up loud. Pants down. Undies on. The Hand. I have no idea how many I got, but I do know that it hurt after only something like 4 or 5 of them. I would guess I got around 20 solid, hard spanks.
It helped, a little.
Fast forward a few hours, after spending time at the park with our friends and one large gin drink later. Mouthy. Yes, that is probably the right word. HoH and I were just not connected. After arguing about dinner, and who would make it, and various other thing, I thought he was getting up to make dinner. Instead he shut the door, took off his belt, and again, it was punishment time. Over the underwear. Belt. 15 solid hits. OUCH! My bottom is bright red. It stings really badly.
This was the break through spank. I am feeling much better. I feel like some of that darkness was let go. The sting is reminding me that I am cared for. That it matters when we aren't connected. That I should and can be the better person that I want to be. That it is time to get back into submissive mode, where things are easier.
This afternoon, when the family arrived home, I was just plain off. I couldn't stop repetitive thoughts about past marital and life failures, and I was bubbling with anger and sadness. I started right away on HoH, chastising him and being critical. I couldn't shake it. I wanted him to feel the same pain I was feeling. I pushed and pushed until he made the decision. In the room. Door shut. TV turned up loud. Pants down. Undies on. The Hand. I have no idea how many I got, but I do know that it hurt after only something like 4 or 5 of them. I would guess I got around 20 solid, hard spanks.
It helped, a little.
Fast forward a few hours, after spending time at the park with our friends and one large gin drink later. Mouthy. Yes, that is probably the right word. HoH and I were just not connected. After arguing about dinner, and who would make it, and various other thing, I thought he was getting up to make dinner. Instead he shut the door, took off his belt, and again, it was punishment time. Over the underwear. Belt. 15 solid hits. OUCH! My bottom is bright red. It stings really badly.
This was the break through spank. I am feeling much better. I feel like some of that darkness was let go. The sting is reminding me that I am cared for. That it matters when we aren't connected. That I should and can be the better person that I want to be. That it is time to get back into submissive mode, where things are easier.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Red Rover, Red Rover...
Send DOUBT on over...
This may seem hard to believe considering how wonderful our DD experience has been going, but a couple of days ago, HoH (after a long day of us fighting) decided that we were not going to do DD anymore. Deep down, he was harboring a lot of guilt for those times that he has not made good decisions, about ongoing character deficits, or just his struggle in general with being a flawed human being, as we all are. He was feeling something like this: How can I punish my wife when she is a better person than me? How can I spank her for little things when I screw up all the time, too?
Me? I was devastated. I had a meeting that night, and I was completely distracted and upset. For the next day, I made no effort at all. I started to feel depressed. I tried to explain to HoH what made this what I wanted. I told him that it was special and unique to us as a couple. Something that we are bonding over. Something that we can already see improvements in our relationship. That it made me feel like he cared, loved me, and it gave me structure. That it made him step up in a way I have never seen him do before, and that made me proud and turned on.
Then I promptly posted the dilema on the Experience Project boards.
One person, Epaster, stated:
This may seem hard to believe considering how wonderful our DD experience has been going, but a couple of days ago, HoH (after a long day of us fighting) decided that we were not going to do DD anymore. Deep down, he was harboring a lot of guilt for those times that he has not made good decisions, about ongoing character deficits, or just his struggle in general with being a flawed human being, as we all are. He was feeling something like this: How can I punish my wife when she is a better person than me? How can I spank her for little things when I screw up all the time, too?
Me? I was devastated. I had a meeting that night, and I was completely distracted and upset. For the next day, I made no effort at all. I started to feel depressed. I tried to explain to HoH what made this what I wanted. I told him that it was special and unique to us as a couple. Something that we are bonding over. Something that we can already see improvements in our relationship. That it made me feel like he cared, loved me, and it gave me structure. That it made him step up in a way I have never seen him do before, and that made me proud and turned on.
Then I promptly posted the dilema on the Experience Project boards.
One person, Epaster, stated:
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I loved this answer! I would modify one sentence though. For me, it isn't that I have no need or desire to correct HoH. Rather, it is that I have learned through DD that the better option and the most effective way for him to change his behavior is to put the burden of self-correction on him rather than me point it out to him constantly or in the moment.
Another person, JennaR, a well respected voice in the community, stated:
Her response was so practical and the comparison made it easy to understand that one does not have to be perfect to live this way, just always continuing to be the best person he could be.
We briefly had another discussion today about DD. I think that he understands how important it is to me, and he has decided that yes, he can find a way to get over this hump. However...I am in for a spanking due to the last two days of, er, slacking!