It all started Friday afternoon, I walk into my family room and see that my dog has chewed up the vaccuum cord. Ordinarily, this is not a huge deal, a minor annoyance, we fix it and move on with our lives. HOWEVER, in our house, Brad hates to not have things put away. In fact we just had a disscussion about putting things away so they don’t get messed up or somebody gets hurt…see where this is going? I like to leave stuff out if I know I am going to use it again in the next day or so. I was going to finish vaccuuming later, so I didn’t wrap the cord up, I personally think that would be a waste of time (it takes a whole minute or so.) So apparently my dog didn’t get the memo about how chewing up cords would get me in trouble. I knew as soon as I saw what happened I was in for it. When Brad got home I told him the dog chewed up the cord
he says – was it laying out on the ground
me – (crap) yeah
Brad – didn’t we just talk about that, I knew something like this would happen (…more words that I don’t remember…) you know your going to get a spanking for this (now he’s grinning at me, I swear he’s enjoying this)
me – yeah, I had a feeling
So our night goes on, I make dinner, we go to my son’s ball game, the kids go to sleepovers, and we are alone driving home, he asks me if I want to be spanked now, or tomorow. No way do I want to be thinking about this all night so I said let’s do it now. (After going home and showering we were planning on going out for the night.) So we get home and go back to the bedroom, I can see that Brad has the wooden spatula. The extent of our conversation at this point is – ok, let’s get this over with (my sentiments exactly). Brad bends me over the bed (his position of choice, thankfully he did not take my shorts off, that’s rare) and he sits next to me and wraps his arm around my waist. I don’t ever try to get away from him, but sometimes it becomes overwhelming and I stand up (I can’t help it, I swear). He starts spanking me hard and fast, I can always take it for about a minute, and I did, but it starts to become overwhelming, my butt felt like it was on fire and it was sending a message to my brain – something along the lines of “what the heck are you doing, get out of here!”. I stood up and told him it hurt too much, I can’t stay still. He firmly told me to lay back down with an “or else” tone in his voice… I did and he tightened his grip on me. He spanked a bit more, until I was about to lose it (he’s very good at knowing when that point is reached. I have not ever started crying due to spanking but he must be taking cues from my whimpering owws and wiggling around). He got up and walked to our dresser, put his implement down, and I stayed right there on the bed not really knowing what was going to happen next. He came back over, gave me a couple a swats with his hand and pulled me up off the bed. I stood up and looked at him, he took my face in his hands and asked gruffly “do you need more?”. I said I did not and then he kissed me… I believe at this point the punishment portion of the evening concluded and we went on to more romantic activities, which ironicly included some very hard hand spanking (that I really enjoyed :). )
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY HUSBAND?
After that we got ready to go out. Since the kids were gone we jumped in the shower together. That was fun, we actually had a good conversation there.
Brad – You know I’ve never been one of those guys who was really into butts. I mean you’ve always had a nice butt (thanks honey!) but I wasn’t wanting to touch it all the time. Now I love spanking your butt, I love the feel of it, rubbing it… (there was more but I don’t remember all of it, and you get the picture.)
I’m thinking, ok, who is this man? Up until now, spanking has kind of been my thing, and I felt like he was mostly just playing along. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but when your into it, your reallllly into it. So my husband seems to have turned kinky on me, and I couldn’t be happier. But there’s more….
Brad- Hey Ally, since we are going out tonight, wear a skirt…oh and don’t wear any panties.
Ally – (!?!?!) really? why? (duh) I don’t want to go to your friends apt without underwear on and in a skirt
Brad – well just bring some and you can put them on before we go in
Ally – I can do that
Again, I’m thinking, who is this person? Asking me to wear a skirt isn’t a big deal, I don’t mind wearing them, but I am much more of a jeans and a cute top kind of girl. This was so weird, but amusing, and being the lovely sumissive wife that I am I followed directions. We were going to go to some friends of his that had just moved into a new apartment and they were having kind of an open house thing. I don’t know why I did this, but I grabbed a black thong to put on on our way out. I might as well have not had anything on. Whatever, I felt better knowing there was something there and I thought Brad would like it too.
After that we decided to go downtown to a restaurant that we love. It was pretty late but we got to sit out on the patio, listen to a cool band, and have some amazing food. It was really really nice to just be together without the kids. All night Brad kept saying stuff like “hey there’s a dark alley, I could bend you over and spank you in there.” (umm no thanks) and “I’d like to take you to the top of ‘insert name’ building and spank you.”
We went home and concluded our evening with more fun and spanking and then passed out for the night.
The next morning we got up and he decides one of the things he’s going to do that day is fix the vaccuum. Then he proceeds to tell me how avoidable this was, if I had just wrapped up the cord, this is a pain in the ass…”I think you need another spanking” I was pretty sure he was joking, but it was kind of hard to read. I told him that’s not fair and nothing more came of it. It was slighly unsettling b/c now I feel like he’s still mad at me about it. We ended up going to three stores trying to find a part we need and by the last one he’s glaring at me and saying “you see what a pain in the butt this is”. I told him I was sorry and he could stop yelling at me about it. Now I was starting to get upset, and thinking about things in my head. Isn’t one of the benefits of a dd relationship NOT having long drawn out drama and strife between the two people. Did I not experience the consequences for this last night? Why do I now have to deal with this stuff coming at me now? I get that he would have rather been doing other things, but I couldn’t undo what happened. So, the day went on and I felt like there was this big wall between us. Later on, he said that he was sorry for the rude comment, I told him it was fine. I was still debating on did I want to talk about how I felt or not. Finally at bed time we are laying there watching tv and I was so uncomfortable. I got up and went to lay on the couch to try to fall asleep, but I could not relax. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I got the words out and communicated somehow tonight. I went and wrote him a short note about how I felt, I gave it to him when I realized he was still awake in our room. He agreed that he was being unfair and we worked it all out. Slowly, I am getting more and more comfortable sharing what I am feeling with him. I can’t say this is easy, but it’s been getting easier each time.
All in all, it was a very interesting weekend.
A while ago my kids got these kids bops cds in their kids meals from a fast food rest. They want to listen to them, but some of the songs really bother me. Is it just me, or is the sound of children singing adult content songs a little disturbing…?
When dealing with issues I have with Brad, I tend to be somewhat dramatic. Someone gave me some good advice about looking at problems we have: Address the problem separately from the person. Instead of what HE is doing is the problem, or I am the problem, it’s communication, or a time issue that is the problem. See how nicely that works? (I don’t know if I am being very clear, bear with me). This is very difficult for me as I like to have someone to blame. For years I told Brad, “I am so unhappy, you don’t give me any attention, I don’t think you can love me the way I need to be loved, I don’t trust you with my feelings, all you do is hurt me”. Yes, I was that sweet. As you can imagine, this did not inspire the love I desired and probably made things worse. It makes me sad thinking about how that must have made him feel, he didn’t deserve that. To his credit, he seemed to try to improve, but we did not understand each other and didn’t know how to meet each other’s needs, so that we did feel loved/respected. We were floundering around in the dark. Demanding love and demanding sex, a lot of selfishness being thrown around. We were both very frustrated. We dealt with a few issues with someone, read a book. It helped some… We also read a book called Love and Respect, it was very good. It really harps in the beginning on how you can’t wait for the other person to give you what you want, before you give them what they want, someone has to break the cycle. Then it talks about how men need respect and women need love, and here’s how to show those things. We both took that advice, but I don’t know that I was really feeling it deep down. It’s easy to be respectful, act respectful, but still hold some resentment down inside. I have to be carefully aware of the resentment monster; sometimes I don’t even know it’s there, bad habit. Anyway, this was all before we started having fun spanking, but our sex life was booming, and his attitude towards me was improving. When I began the terrifying experience of talking about spanking with Brad, I have to say it was well received with only slight hesitation. The first time we tried it, it was so intense and foreign. I felt refreshed and let me just say that there is nothing like laying across your husband’s lap and being spanked to inspire a whole lot of respect…deep down. I was kind of overwhelmed by all those feelings. I felt emotionally out of control, very needy and vulnerable. It took us a couple weeks to sort things out and talk about stuff and to have our feet back under us. I will never be the same again, and that’s a good thing.
If you recognise that name, you know just who I am talking about. There are websites devoted to this particular (fictional) man, his wife, and the life they live (next book comes out this Sept.) and with good reason. If you are attracted to dominant men, he’s your guy. I am talking about the book series Outlander. I got into it last year and haven’t been able to put them down. There are six books available now. I am a picky reader, I don’t like to waste my time with mediocre novels, so if you like to read I would highly recommend these. I would classify the series as romance/historical romance/time travel. Yeah, when my mom said “time travel”, I thought “what? I’m not really interested sci fict type stuff”. But don’t let it turn you away… It starts with Claire, she is married to Frank and they are starting their lives together after the war by vacationing in Scotland. Franks is a history prof and is looking at some family tree stuff when they learn some about “the stone circle” in the area. There is something of cultish practice still observed by the women in the area and the go check it out. Claire decides to go back on her own to look and ends of falling between the stones and sucked back in time to the mid 17oo’s. It’s kind of funny b/c of course she doesn’t realize what has happened. The English are attacking some Scottish highlanders and she thinks a movie is being filmed around her, like she’s stumbled onto the set. Without giving away too much, she is captured/saved by a group of slightly barbaric highlanders and taken back to their clan. Through a series of circumstances a very complicated love story ensues between Claire and Jamie. There is even a spanking scene between them which I am sure you will all appreciate. Women, if you read these books, you will fall in love with Jamie too! He’s the epitome of male dominance while being very loving and sweet too. You will love Claire too, she is a very strong woman, loyal and good character. She tries so hard to get back to the stones to return to her husband, Frank, but she is not able. You’ll have to read the rest….
Last night did not go as planned. Communication problems again I suppose, some hurt feelings. It was not in vain though as I have learned a few things about myself. I still have issues with trying to control situations, I failed to submit when I should have, just because my feelings got hurt. I didn’t trust Brad that things would be ok, if I just would follow directions. I can’t say that I won’t make these same mistakes again, but I’m going to try and work on these things. Trust and submission go hand in hand. Do I trust him? yes Is there any reason not to? no Do I have a long family history of women be overbearing, critical, absolutely not submissive, nags? yes (Brad would laugh at this, he knows exactly who I’m talking about) Anyway, that’s no excuse as I’ve made a conscious desision to go the other way. My marriage is a thousand times better for it. I will have to be more aware of what I’m doing in the moments when I am upset, angry, or anything else like that. I am happy to say that I have been promised a better night tonight and I am really looking forward to it.