Sunday, October 26, 2014

What Happened When Meredith Really Messed Up Big Time

The weather looked bleak and thunder with lightning bolts threatened. Althought the sun was shining, in my world, we were heading into a storm. Your friend Meredith was in a real pickle and she had only herself to blame. I did things a different way and the results were tough. I spent a full day in sheer agony mentally thinking that real agony might be mine at the other end of the day.

I went to lunch with my sister and she offered to pick me up. I left via the front door and was down the steps and on my way. We had a great time as sisters do. She brought me home and I went up the steps, put the key in the lock, opened the door and waved her good-bye. Later Jack and I went out to dinner and the next day we went on a fall hike in the lovely autumn weather. Friday morning Jack left for golf and knew I could not find my keys anywhere. If I was to go walking, I needed by car and keys as I was meeting a friend. I began with a search of pockets of the pants and jacket I was wearing. No keys! Now, between couch cushions and under everything! No keys.......... I was beginning to sweat! Where were they? I thought about where I was the last time I used them and slowly walked to the front door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The keys were cold to the touch and dangled in the lock. Forty-eight hours had passed since I left for lunch with my sister. I held the cold keys in my hand and wondered if we would be entering the world of Dd for the first time in a long, long time.

I did text Jack telling him I have found my keys and then told him where the key had been. There was a real long pause in the time from receiving my test to sending his own: we would be discussing this later. I immediately prayed for a low golf score and plenty of sunshine on the fairways.

So I began a full day of worry and angst. What would Jack do? I stewed and wrote to a few friends and then I prayed. I felt horrible about what I did. I had altered the way I entered our home and really, never looked back. Those keys in the front door lock mocked our security of our home and our lives. We live in a safe neighborhood, but like any neighborhood, things can happen and strangers lurk. By the time Jack arrived home, I was a mess. When he reached me, I had been crying and now the tears really came. He took me in his arms and told me that he did not spank for things like that. Yes, it was a careless thing to do, but it was truly an accident. He calmed me down and did say that a reminder spanking would help clean the slate and let the guilt I was feeling go.

We were out with friends that evening and he said he would spank in the morning. Once home, under the covers, he held me and said the morning would be the best time to take care of things. I tossed and turned until Jack said that if I did not settle down, he would take care of things right then. He did spank, but it was easy and affirming of our ttwd. He was most benevolent and loving knowing my intentions were not to be dangerous or careless. He is an Hoh who takes many things into consideration: my distress, my heartfelt apology and how things would go on from there. His decision was to talk to me and to love me.

I love him and I love him for his decision in this mess of mine. I felt his love, strength and leadership. He knew I felt rotten and guilty.  Perhaps other young couples will see what happens when two long time married people approach a dicey situation. Spanking is not always the answer.

What would be the answer at you house?

And if he gives you immediate forgiveness, you are a very lucky wife!

Thanks, L.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Taking Care of My Sparkle

Those sweet English friends we all know in blogland................ they are so funny with the way they say things. You can easily understand the words said, but the meaning is often askew. Once when I was in England, I went into a coffee shop. I stopped abruptly to read the sign at the entrance. The sign read "Are you feeling peckish today?" Peckish means hungry! Of course the large photo of pie below the writing was an essential clue. Chin wag is a British saying for chatting and chatting is just what we do here. Right?

I could write many of these British ways of saying everyday things. Sometimes these saying begin to show up in the emails of friends from across the pond. Sweet Ami of Ami's Star Song has told me in emails that her sweet hubby can tell when a spanking is needed. He says that she has lost her sparkle and he intends on getting that sparkle back with a spanking. My Jack loved hearing that. He has adopted that saying on this side of the pond. He loves to say that I have lost my sparkle. He takes my hand and we go upstairs for some "sparkle polishing". Jack's intentions are to keep me sparkling and bright.

Jack is working on my sparkle all over the place. Laundry room, master bath, garage, pantry which is very small, guest room, living room........ you name it and he finds me, spanks and says he is polishing my sparkle! He often has a hold of me and says that I just need more sparkle and spanks. These makes for the sweetest of days. He is becoming my secret spanko!

Now this simply worded command above means spanking and loving are getting much more serious. That is what we do too. One of the best things about ttwd/gentle dd is meeting up in the bedroom. The spanking might be more serious, but the loving is rewarding. We have become better lovers and enjoy the touching and satisfaction that happen under the covers.

When Jack wants me close for kissing or for going over his knee, he places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me close. This small gesture often calms me, his touch firm and gentle until the action gets started. He wants to enjoy all the benefits from spanking. His wife will be submissive, his home peaceful, and from his point of view, what's not to love!  


Thank you, L.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Introducing Amy of Where My Trust Is Without Borders

Have you met Amy? She is a sweet new blogger and I encourage you to visit her blog. You can find the blog here  It is hard for a new blogger to make her way here in blogland. Getting noticed by readers is hard. So I have offered to introduce her. I think you will find her blog very interesting.

I remember when I started blogging. It was lonely and other bloggers encouraged me to comment on the blogs of others. So I did and pledged to myself that I would help other bloggers just starting off. the same way I was helped. I know you will enjoy Amy and her blog. 

Her most recent post is titled "What Red Booty Woman Is Not Telling You". That post is a real eye-opener. Amy needs our support here. Please visit her blog.


Thursday, October 16, 2014

Becoming The Wife I Was Meant To Be

Once a long time ago, I remember stepping outside my body, watching myself being disrespectful to Jack. I was shape tongued, quick to interrupt, icy when the conversation wasn't going my way. I did not like the way I acted at all. I just did not know how to fix it. We were not doing ttwd/dd. There was not an Hoh in our home. We had an equal marriage. We solved problems together, each having an equal voice. It worked well except when it didn't. We might have been searching for a way to make things work better, but we really had no idea how to do that.

Recently I had time to really think about the evolution of our marriage. We have been married a long time and right now is the very best of times........... I call it "the melt in his arms time". So what happened? How did we get to this place that feels so right?

When we were working and both earning salaries, we both have equal voice in everything, but deep down, I was searching for something more. What was I searching for? I had no idea. I was restless and frustrated.

When I stumbled onto ttwd/dd, I knew I had found pure gold and maybe the answer to what I was searching for.  When Jack said yes, our marriage pivoted to a sweet place. Our marriage changed dramatically. No longer an equal marriage, but a marriage based on ttwd/dd, love,  Jack leading and I following. Jack took many things right off my plate. He thrived in his Hoh role and I tried on the role of submissive wife. Sometimes that role didn't fit so well. We used spankings as way to remind me of the role I had adopted. Jack was consistent and and he wanted peace in our home. Slowly, sometimes very slowly, we made our way. I had to learn to do things in new ways and Jack was right there to provide instruction.

Slowly I became more submissive and found that pleasing Jack also pleased me. The submission could be seen in little things I did.

We were in Starbucks waiting for family. I watched several interactions of couples around us: one couple did not speak to one another at all, each stared in opposing directions and never said a word; another couple was in a heated argument which could be heard by all of us in the shop; another couple was interesting..... she was not interested in conversation and he was trying hard to get something going. I studied each couple and wondered how Jack and I would be viewed. We found a place to sit and started talking about things we were doing. We looked at one another, smiling and laughing and sharing.

I have done a lot of thinking about why things are going so well for us. We listen to one another and care about what the other is saying. We answer one another with respect. However, it is something more here. Since we began ttwd/dd, I have tried to do certain things. Submissivein my heart, but how was I showing this to Jack? I worked on not interrupting, talking in quieter ways, stating my opinions respectfully, accepting his decisions gracefully even when I disagreed. I have learned to just say okay sometimes. That answer works sometimes. I do things to please Jack. He notices and compliments me.

So where are the spankings? Role affirmation is so good for us. Those spankings are what makes things smooth. I remember my role in our ttwd marriage and Jack remembers his, leading and guiding us.

I wrote an essay just for me and a special friend. I had asked her questions and she took a long time to answer putting a lot of thinking into what she wrote back. The questions................... How did your husband let you know what kind of marriage he wanted? What were the things he said that told you what kind of marriage he wanted?

Now Jack is leading and I am submissive in my heart and actions most of the time. When I answered the questions, I had to think about the length of our marriage. For most of our marriage, Jack and I were equal partners making decisions together. We were equal wage earners and came to decisions with equal power. He was deployed and I was the one at home. Submission was not in my world. A military wife is expected to handle many things. I passed the test. Then the work years were over, and I was lost, floundering, searching, needing something more. I think I was searching for a dominant leader and Jack simply stepped up. He said yes to ttwd/gentle dd and things fell into place eventually. At the beginning, I stumbled in accepting the challenge and was spanked as Jack became consistent in what he expected.  I became submissive in my heart and learned to lean into what Jack wanted. This was a mighty big change for our marriage.  From equal partners to a marriage of an Hoh and his submissive wife, we changed our whole philosophy of the way things were to be. However, making this decision breathed new feelings into our marriage........ rekindling love, sex, and everything else.

So we are hitting our ttwd/gentle dd stride and I just wanted to tell you that I am becoming the wife I was meant to be. It feels wonderful.