This is my 300th post! Hard for me to believe such a milestone post! I really never thought I would be blogging this long!
Jack's queen was in deep trouble the other day. I do not like to write about my stumbling. That is for sure. However, this ttwd blog is based on honesty. This honesty might help you in your own ttwd relationship.
We were getting ready to go out for dinner. I was getting ready and called down to Jack to hurry and get ready. Then I made a remark, and I honestly do not know what I even said. Jack came right on into the closet closing the door as the windows were all open. We were in the close quarters of an insulated closet. He pulled me close and had no problem baring me. I was getting dressed. The spanking began. He was very upset saying that the only reason we were not going into the bedroom and me over the bed was because it was our anniversary. That special day saved my bottom from the hairbrush on the vanity, but did not save my bottom from a hard hand spanking right then and there. He told me he did not like the way I spoke to me and at that point, I could not remember just what I had said to set him off except for the fact, I knew I was wrong and my bottom was mighty red and sore.
After my bottom was a brilliant shade of red, we dressed and I watched my Jack. He was a puffy Hoh-y version of himself, confident and sure of his role and very sure of mine. Once the discipline is completed, he is loving and moving forward. Where am I? Oh, my, I was so clingy and so wanting to talk about what had happened. Not Jack! On the second try at getting a post-spanking conversation going about what had just happened, he turned to me and said that if I wanted to continue to talk about it, we would start over the bed with that hairbrush. He had expressed the way he felt and he had moved on. It was a discipline spanking and according to him, it was now over. I know what had made him upset. He had dealt with it and it was over.
I still watched him as he drove us to meet with friends. He was so assured and handsome. He was gentle in his talk and touch as we made our way. All was forgiven and he had made his point on my bottom and he had moved on. I thought about how fortunate I am as his wife to be led by a wonderful man and as his wife, he expects me to follow in my role.
Readers, this so does work and it works well. The disrespect is stopped; the argument dissolves; once home, the loving after a wonderful night out happens. Stumbling is part of what happens, but Jack is right there to get us back on track. Usually spankings are reminders or sweet gg. Even once in while, the tough ones happen. He catches me and we move on.
He is my king and I am his queen.