Our way that we practice DD is meant to make our relationship smoother. It has accomplished that for the most part, I would say it has reduced the amount of time we spend arguing or being mad by 90%. Our way isn’t perfect, but it is working for us so far.
Our way means that when I haven’t told Brad what is going on with our day and then get frustrated and snappy with him for not knowing, I get paddled. Hard. And he’s all smooth and cool about it too, which can be disarming. We were already in the bedroom, arguing or something, and before I know it he has the paddle in his hand and he’s telling me to bend over the bed. What? No. No, come on (I was whining.) I was not in the mood for an attitude adjustment. I wanted to stay irritated and bossy. He insisted and I swear sometimes it hurts more with pants on, I don’t know why. It was not a long spanking, maybe not long enough. Afterwards, I was trying really hard not to pout.
We were getting ready to go out (the kids were gone), and 5 minutes later he came back into our room. He had a different air about him this time, an air that I mistook for a less aggressive approach. I knew from the look on his face what he really wanted. However, after I went back over the bed again my pants came down I was surprised by the paddle again. The intention was different this time but it still hurting a little too much. I was on fire and squirming and begging him to stop. I’m not sure if it was on purpose or b/c I was not still but he kept hitting the backs of my thighs. I can only describe the feeling as sharp pain and seeing flashes of white-hot light, like my brain is trying to distract me from the pain. I’m guessing most of the girls out there know what I’m talking about. I was loving it and hating it all at the same time. When he was done, I can’t say I was back to my lovely self, but I was definitely suppressing any bad attitude I had left. We did go out shopping together and had dinner. It ended up being a nice evening together afterall.