Thursday, January 14, 2016

Escaping The Dreary!




Yes, you guessed it! We are off on another adventure.......... this adventure could be called "Escape the Dreary, Bleak Wintery Mix", but it is more than that. It is a bucket list adventure for both of us. We are excited and will return in early February. 

I will miss all of you and look forward to reconnecting upon my return. 

Meredith

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Look What We Have For You!





These are the latest and greatest of what L. has sent recently. I especially like this first one. I kept the "Just Married" sign that was on the back of our little car when we drove off to begin our honeymoon many years ago. The rice on the ground made running to the car slippery. Now things are done differently.......... bird seed, and such! Jack guided me to the car and away we drove to cheers from our friends and family. We kept the just married sign for years, when we moved from apartment to apartment in those early years, The sign became tattered and torn and eventually I threw it away. Now I wish I had kept it!

Jack says he would add to the message above........ "More peace ........ less angst  

So what two verbs coupled with "more" and "less" would you add to this list? This should be fun. Put your answer in the comments. I will make a post of all of them if enough of you respond. 

















So let's have your verbs along with  your "more" and  "less".


Thank you, L.

Meredith

Sunday, January 10, 2016

I Am Not A Wifey





I am not a wifey. I have opinions and speak my mind. The trick is to speak with great respect.  I am always working on that as you all know. We are equals and yet, Jack does have the final say. I am proud to say that I am his starter wife, the one and only wife, the first wife! However, I am not a wifey.

We all enjoyed Rosie's post about how she and her husband make their way in ttwd. I think we bloggers learn from one another. I took something that Rosie said to heart. I am giving it a try. If I am home when Jack comes home, I am now greeting him at the garage door, lipsticked, hair fixed and a smile on my face. He loves it. Now I have done this before, but just not consistently.

This afternoon we had one of those golden spring-like afternoons. Jack played golf and when he had finished his round, he text me this....... " I am headed home to you, the hot tub and cocktails in that order". So I quickly got myself ready and met him as the car entered the garage. He loved it. Tousling my hair, noticing my lipstick, he came in to play and play we did.

He has said this morning that the slate was clean; the score card erased as he had spanked me for being a little too bossy. I loved it. To have a warm bottom to start the day is a ttwd wife's secret. I had a great day working through errands.

I thanked him for taking such good care of me........... and he thanked me for greeting him this afternoon in a loving way.

So this blogger is a learner taking to heart what her guest blogger had to say to her readers. Rosie, I am following your lead. I am greeting Jack each and every time he comes home.

Let's make it a blogland challenge that we each greet our men when they return home with kisses and, of course, lipstick!

Let's report back to see how things are going at that entry point in our homes. Okay?









Thanks, L.

Meredith




Friday, January 8, 2016

An Old Saying Comes Back To Haunt Me


Ttwd is constantly evolving! Right? This summer at a very smooth time for us, I labeled myself 3GA!

Golden Good Girl Angel! Jack said I could not claim that title! That title was earned. That was a title he would bestow on me if it were merited. This 3GA issue was bantered around plenty. Lots of teasing and laughing!

Right now though, things are a little dicey. I called myself a 3GA just a little while ago. Jack was quick to respond saying, "Meredith, you will be 3GA by tonight and every night there after.  My eyes got big and I thought about his very words.

3GA by night fall. Every night!  My sweet little label is coming back to haunt me.








Thanks, L.

Meredith

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Introducing A Guest Blogger And A New Friend



One of the best parts about being a blogger is meeting new friends right here online. Rosie has been commenting on blogs for while and those comments were great. Then she made the jump and emailed me. We have been friends ever since and she is our guest blogger this month. 

Rosie lives across the pond. She and her husband are living in a ttwd marriage. I asked her to share her story and she said yes. I think you will find her story interesting. 

Welcome, Rosie. Let's get started. 

When did you and your husband meet?

We first met at a party when I was 15 and he was 17. We took an instant dislike to each other. I thought he was arrogant and he thought I was stuck up. My impression of him was confirmed a few months later, when I was in a coffee bar we "mods" frequented at the time. I saw Harry come through the door. He was wearing a parka and aviator shades with amber lenses. Had I liked him, I would probably have thought he looked cool, but, as it was, I thought he was showing off. He had to pass the table I was sitting at to get to his pals so, being polite, I said "hello" to him as he drew near. He paused, lowered the shades and said, "Do I know you?" I snapped back, "Evidently not, " and turned back to my friends. 





Our paths crossed from time to time and eventually, our antipathy dissolved. We finally got together when I was 17 and he was 19. He sometimes lowers his glasses and asks if he knows me, just for fun

When did you discover ttwd and how does it work for you?

We never actively set out to a ttwd couple. Like quite a few ladies in Blogland, I think I was wired as a spanko from birth. I first asked Harry to spank me when I was 18, but it was against both his nature and the conditioning of society. Many years later, his mind was opened to the possibility that spanking could be fun, by a combination of the "50 Shades" phenomenon and Sheldon spanking Amy. We are big fans of "The Big Bang Theory". 

We only ever intended to spank in a sexual context, but as well as giving our love life a fillip and making us feel even closer, it changed us in other ways. I was happier because a part of me that I'd had to keep locked away for 43 years was being fulfilled and, almost imperceptively, Harry became more assertive. 

I had been reading blogs for some time by then and learned a thing or two along the way. For example, Harry's not the tidiest of people and I used to nag him about leaving his clothes in a heap on a chair, putting shirts in the laundry bin without removing the collar stiffeners, and other little things like that. I decided to stop sweating the small stuff and found that I benefitted by not getting cross about it and, of course, it was much nicer for Harry to have a calm wife instead of a grouchy one. 



A post of Stormy's inspired a ritual that was an immediate hit with Harry. I work from home and when he came back from work each evening, he would call out "Hi" and I would call back from wherever I was in the house. Following Stormy's lead, I went to greet Harry at the door one evening, giving him a hug and a kiss and telling him how glad I was that he was home. By the third evening, Harry was so delighted with this welcome, he said he was making it a rule. I told him there was no need; it was there to stay. We have a lot of fun with it. 





Great oaks from little acorns grow and, just as slowly, so did ttwd. My light bulb moment came after I was first spanked for 'real', which leads me neatly to the next question. 


Take us through a time when you were spanked and why did that happen? 

In nearly three years, there have been a lot of spankings. So I'll tell you about the first 'real' one - you might find it amusing. I am not a morning person at the best of times, but one particular day, I woke up in a filthy mood. Harry remarked that I must have got out of bed on the wrong side, to which I made a sharp reply. He said, quite mildly, that he hoped I'd be in a better mood after my second cup of coffee, but that turned out to be wishful thinking. 




   

I was unloading the washing machine when I heard him calling me  from the sitting room. That really irritated me; if he wanted to speak with me, why could he not come to me? I marched off to spit some tacks his way, but was brought up short by the sight of him sitting on the sofa with a cushion on his lap and a paddle in his hand. I'd only ever been spanked in the bedroom before, usually over pillows. When he patted the cushion and said, " Come here and let me help you improve your mood",  my immediate thought was "Oh, no! I am getting an attitude adjustment!" Knowing I deserved it, I went over his lap without any protest. He hitched up my tunic, leaving my leggings in place, and started off with his hand. I tried to keep still and quiet as this was discipline, but once he started using the paddle harder than I was used to, I could not hold out. My cries of 'owww' and 'ouch' gave way to apologies for being grumpy and pleas to stop. Afterwards, with a chastened wife snuggled in his arms, he said he didn't know what happened there, but he liked the results. 

So, what was funny about that? Attitude adjustment never crossed Harry's mind. How could it? He had never read any blogs. He had simply thought that as spanking made me happy, he would try to lift my mood with a fun session. He spanked harder not to punish, but to compensate for the leggings and knickers that were protecting my bottom from the paddle. As for me, I had been reading the tales of Blogland's sassy ladies and the consequences of their disrespect, making me jump to the conclusion that I was about to share their fate. 

There was no turning back. Harry said I'd always been a handful and now he had a way of dealing with it. He had no intention of letting it go. I had always thought my desire to be spanked was purely sexual, but that day, I realised it satisfied my primitive need to know my mate is stronger than I am. Harry has become adept at fulfilling that need. 



Although we still spank for exotic fun, most spanking nowadays is of the pre-emptive or RA/reminder kind. Nothing sets my world to rights quite like a reset OTK. We also discovered that spanking could relieve stress, cure a mild headache, help with sleep and remedy that 'out of sorts' feeling. Who knew? 

What are the benefits in giving up control and do you lean in to what your man wants?


Hmmm, tricky one this. We have been together 46 years and have worked together as a team, dividing responsibilities according to our particular skills. We have never had significant control issues, usually being on the same page when joint decisions were made. Usually. Not always. On the rare occasions, we clashed. Harry's will prevailed and yes, I could be a bit of a handful then- guilty as charged. 

I still retain control of the areas I've always managed. My background is in finance so I handle all our financial affairs. Harry has no expertise in that area, nor does he wish to take over responsibility for our tax affairs or the myriad items of household administration I deal with. I have always consulted him on big decisions. No change needed there. 

Some changes have crept up on us though. I've mentioned already that Harry has become more assertive over time and things have changed in our day-to-day life. There have been many instances. I'll just give you a couple of examples. I was up late one night reading a gripping book. Harry told me to go to bed as the next day was going to be very busy and I would need all the sleep I could get. 



 I didn't take kindly to being told when to go to bed. I am not a  child, and carried on reading. A couple of chapters later, I was given an ultimatum to get upstairs or I'd get a spanking. I didn't move. I was spanked.

Just recently I have been unwell with blinding headaches, which I have found enormously frustrating. One afternoon Harry told me to take a nap and I demurred. Not so long ago he would have cajoled me into going, but this time, I got 'the look' and a firm "That wasn't a suggestion." I went. 

The subtle shift in our dynamic is another reminder that my man is stronger than I am and, on the whole, I do lean into what he wants. The benefits are manifold. To name just a few....... we are closer and happier than we have ever been; we communicate better; we have always been tactile, but even more so now; we have better and more frequent sex, can't leave that one out! 

What are the challenges?

I have always been an 'in charge' kind of girl, possibly because I am the eldest of four siblings. I am a leader, not a follower, and have spent much of my working life managing other people. Those are not the best credentials for a submissive wife, but then I'm not all that submissive anyway. I prefer to think of myself as co-operating with my husband for our mutual benefit. 

Harry has expressed regret at refusing to spank me for so many years, but I'm not sorry. I think it came to us at the right stage in our lives. We know who we are and what we want our future to look like. I'm pretty certain it wouldn't have worked when we were younger. 

Our version of ttwd doesn't include punishment. I am not bound with a plethora of rules, though we have a few of what Harry calls 'standing orders'. As these all revolve around my wellbeing,  I have no trouble obeying them - well, not now anyway. There were a few issues with my mobile phone at the beginning. 

I can't say that we've faced any real challenges. Ttwd evolved almost by itself, enhancing an already happy marriage. That doesn't mean we've got it all sewn up, far from it, and Harry throws the occasional curveball to keep me on my toes.


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I love reading how ttwd begins and how a couple views the benefits of ttwd in their long time marriage. 

Thank you, Rosie, for sharing your story. Readers, make comments below and Rosie has agreed to make replies below your comments. 

We hope Rosie will agree to return to guest blog another time. Plese give her a warm welcome.




Thanks, L. 

Meredith