Archive | August 2012

My worst spanking ever!

T has been pretty consistent lately. He added a rule saying that there is zero tolerance for sass, disobedience, etc.
He woke me up to go running and I said I didn’t want to get up. Instead of telling me that it wasn’t a request, he let me hang myself. And then called it Direct Disobedience. I was surprised, but understood why I was to be punished.
That night, when T arrived home, he was in a really good mood. We waited until the kids went to bed and then he called me in to sit by him.
He chose a new implement tonight, a very quiet one. The metal handle of the fly swatter. This looks very innocent, but it was awful. When we had finished the discipline, I did something very regretable.
I was so upset! Angry! Confused! I refused to let him hold me. I cried and was unloving. We went to bed angry.
The next day when I woke up, this always happens. I woke up with guilt! Regret! That sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me that I messed up BIG TIME! And bruises.
T was already gone to work. I tried to call him, he didn’t answer. I texted him my apoligies. He still was unavailable. He isn’t the type of husband to ignore me so I knew that he had to be busy. I never did hear from him until he got home that night. He told me that he forgave me. But when the children went to bed, he said he had to give me another spanking because of my bad choices the night before.

10 things to do while grounded from my favorite network until 8 p.m.

Obviously, you are all wondering what I did; now….Right after maintenance to get grounded. Don’t worry, I didn’t swear at my hubby….I would be sitting on a very swollen butt.

I didn’t unbuckle in the road again, not sure I will be brave enough to talk about what will happen next time that happens.  Just to assure you honey, if you are reading this, it won’t happen again. Here is the BIG thing. You
may want to sit down.  I didn’t do the laundry two days in a row.  So today, he wanted to make sure I had plenty of time to do laundry. I had 3 days done by 10 a.m., leaving me with 10 miserable hours to wish I had obeyed.  So for 10 hours, Here are 10 things to do.

 1.  Weed the garden.  I would weed the flower beds, if it wasn’t raining.

2. Paint my toes, fingers, your toes and fingers, my neighbors….

3. Rearrange the pantry

4. Chat on the network….. I mean

5. Call a friend

6. Write a letter

7. Read a book

8. Exercise

9. Hmmmmm

10. …..

Ramblings about discipline, sleep, and making love.

Dear Reader,
It is 8 am and I have been awake since 6:30. I also woke up twice to use the potty and once when my hubby kissed me. I am sure I am not alone in saying that I am tired. I have two little boys. I also have four daycare kids. The kids are playing well right now and I should be cleaning or exercising, but besides blogging I am thinking that if I ever want a good night’s sleep I must choose between discipline, making love, and sleep. In my submission, it is obviously not my choice. (And would be in complete contradiction to Stormy’s wonderful sex advice.)
Most nights, The Boss has me up until at least 12:30. Either conducting the MUCH needed maintenance or discipline. If it isn’t one of those it is surely making love.

So I appeal to ALL parents that practice DD…
How is this done?

Do you ever sleep?

Am I forever to be well- spanked, amazingly loved, and totally and utterly sleep deprived?

I will wait a moment, while you get your much needed cup of coffee.

Now that you are back, sipping your hot cup of coffee and contemplating your To-Do List. What am I going to do?

Am I destined to daydream about my bed? NO! Not bent over the side with a paddle being applied to my backside. My soft yellow blanket (with satin) and my pillow. The sun shining down on me, warming me to perfection. Even as I type, I cannot help but long for my bed. My eyelids closed, dreaming about the most amazing man in the world.

Tonight, I choose sleep. Let’s just hope that The Boss doesn’t plan on maintaining my submission.

Silent spanking

My butt was not on fire, it was excruciating. I never dreamed a silent spanking could be as awful as the paddle. It was worse. When I took the kids out to play, I fantasized about ripping my skirt off and drowning my scalding bottom in the pool. I could barely do my chores without crying out in pain.
Then the worst part came. I hopped into our truck, landing on 100 degree leather seats. this must be what it feels like to be on fire. I drove all the way into town, shifting in my seat. When I walked into the store, I moved with ease.
As soon as I got home I pulled pork out of the freezer for dinner and iced my bum. Ahhh! I’m glad The Boss was at work. (Hope he doesn’t read this.).
Why does my tender booty always pay for my mouth. ( which I have stressed to The Boss, has a mind of it’s own.)
Next time my mouth thinks about running, I will kindly inform it that my backside is out of commission and it needs to apply it’s filter

Late fees

I paid two bills late. Not because we didn’t have the money, but because I just plain forgot
My HOH has never set a rule about the bills, but now I feel guilty for costing us late fees. Truth is that he isn’t that responsible about paying bills either, but he is improving every minute since he took his role as HoH more seriously. Now I have guilt about the bills and do not know if I should ask to be punished. I didn’t tell him about one late fee for two months. What is a submissive wife to do?

There will be longer more exciting posts once my internet is working